Night Encounter

I was working at the bar the other day. Doing what I always do, mixing, stirring, cooking up some Mischief. And by the way, if you want to buy vodka, this is a good one to try. Nice and smooth and not only about acting cool.

So there I was, wearing a red dress that just about reached the top of my thighs with a deep, deep vee neck. Yes I know I always wear red but it's the only colour that really brings out the creaminess of the skin near my throat and breasts. And like every other time, the red worked for me again.

This tall hottie noticed me doing my thing behind the bar and came up to me at closing time. He asked if he could drop me home but of course I knew what he really wanted was a nightcap-and not one that I had to mix for him.

I tossed my hair and leaned forward so he could get an eyeful of my cleavage-36C baybeee! and looked deep into his eyes. He gasped for breath and I knew I had him. I let my hair brush over his hand. It was shaking slightly. We were so close now, I could feel his eye-lashes brush my nose-so, so soft.

"Not tonight honey. I don't do banana Martinis on work nights."

He left without a word. I couldn't help but notice that he held his lap-top in front of his crotch!