I won't be around for Sexy Saturday so I thought I'd share this little tidbit now...
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It’s mid week and the bar at the hotel has a few groups of people, mostly salesmen, sitting around, trading stories, enjoying a few too many drinks. A couple of these guys are at the bar, talking as they watch some sporting event on the television above the bartender. They notice me as I walk in. Why wouldn’t they? Seldom does a woman enter a bar alone. I might be a little over dressed compared to the other women in the bar but that is okay. I sit at a table, close to the bar, facing the two guys. I hitch my dress up a little as I sit and they may have gotten a glimpse of my thighs, exposing the tops of my sheer stockings where the garter belt is attached (they used to be Cuban styled stockings but, apparently, I now am wearing sling backs instead of pumps). I notice them looking and I smile, perhaps a bit too boldly in their direction. The bartender comes over and I order a drink.
I set my purse on the table in front of me and my room card is plainly in site on the table. I look at it and I look over at the guys at the bar and smile again. I look down at my key and smile again wondering if they are still watching me. I’m sipping my drink, watching the television and flirting a bit too much with the boys at the bar. They begin to wonder if one (or both!) of them could be joining me in my room this night. The bartender brings me a second drink and tells me that it is from my new friends at the bar. My flirting becomes bolder and they seem to think there is a real possibility of a threesome happening this night for them. That is, until you walk in.
You walk over to the bar and sit down and order yourself a drink. You look at the two guys and then over at me. Then back at the two guys again and lift your glass to them as if to say, “Fine choice. Good luck.” You look back at me and I flash you a dazzling smile and my eyes sparkle ever so slightly. The two guys at the bar seem to get a little nervous at the attention I am paying you and the flirting hits high gear. I begin flirting outrageously with all three of you. They begin to wonder if they are going to participate in their first gang bang.
I finish my drinks and stand up, bringing my empty glasses up to the bar. I smile over at my two new friends and then turn in your direction. I very obviously place my room card in front of you, whisper the room number in your ear and let my fingers trail down your arm as I walk away. You look over at the two with their mouth agape. You smile and raise your eyebrows implying, “What can I say? She’s got good taste.” You slowly continue sipping your drink, obviously in no rush to leave the bar. Ten to fifteen minutes pass since I left and you then get up, pay your tab, pick up my room card and head out into the lobby…
Yeah…there’s more…
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