Seduction At The Bar 1
***She***
I've got the itch tonight, but it seems a slow night. There's only one unattached guy at the bar, and he's not my type. I've seen his kind before. He's my male counterpart - handsome, almost pretty, experienced at seducing women, but slightly jaded by the sheer numbers of his conquests. No, I like them a bit more naive. More... Tender. Still, a little practice never hurts...
***He***
Nothing's happening here tonight. Once I finish this drink, I'll move on and see if the action's better somewhere else. The only unfettered female in the place is not my kind of girl - not enough tit, too thin lips. She looks like she's trolling too. Definitely not the innocent, adventurous sort I prefer. Standing up from the barstool, I glance over at her table, for no particular reason. My gaze sweeps past her without really looking as I head for the door. Then something niggles at my mind and I turn back... There! She's got this LOOK on her face - Catherine Zeta Jones eyes. Smoldering, inviting, laughing and daring. I always was a sucker for a challenge...
***She***
The LOOK got him. He's coming over. The trick now is to brush him off, preferably with a hard-on. I look elsewhere as he approaches. He doesn't speak, but stands so close that if I turn, I'll be staring at his zipper. I can smell him. Just a hint of cologne, or possibly soap, underlaid with a feral masculine scent. This is... unexpected. I feel my silky brown hair guided away from my face with a single finger. The game is well afoot now. He has picked up the gauntlet.
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***He***
She pretends to ignore me. I know a challenge when I see one, though, and decide to change the rules of the game. Standing at her shoulder, I say nothing. Her nostrils flare as she picks up my scent. I pull back her hair and bend, kissing softly at the nape of her neck. I feel a shiver in response...
***She***
The kiss to my neck has almost undone me! He is not playing by the rules! Very well, then, no holds barred! I stand. I will walk away without looking back. I turn away, but he's standing in front of me, and now my face is nearly pressed into the vee of his unbuttoned shirt. The valley between his pects is as deep as that between my breasts. That SMELL almost overwhelms me and I can't help but look upward. The challenge is clear in his eyes, and it steels my resolve. I look him up and down and toss my head in disdain, then try to push past him. His crooked finger under my chin stops me...
