When she walked through those doors, she caught my eye. Tanned skin, curvy and full, luscious hair to go with. I smirked to myself. I was used to seeing pretty ladies in the Lacrosse bar. So, I was forced to drag my eyes away from her body. She wore a denim jacket over a white short dress that clung to her perfect shape. Her studded nipples protruded through her dress, she still didn't care about the pairs of eyes that peered at her. She was a sight to behold, flopping her hair as she sashayed to the counter."Hello," she smiled at me, a perfect dentition. "A glass of Margarita for me, please.""Good evening, ma'am. Coming up," I twirled to settle her order.Her eyes swept around the hall, rolling her eyes as one of those randy men walked up to her."Hello, pretty lady," He was overdressed, thick beret over his head, a dark shirt on jean trousers and blue shoes, and a heavy overall jacket."I'm not interested," she faked a smile at him."I haven't even stated anything. You know, you
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