Something I'd telegraphed much earlier. "So… aaah… ummm… do you live around here?"

"As a matter of fact, not too far…"

"Ohhhh… and… aaahhh… would you like to… that is… are you…"

"Interested in fucking you?"

He smiled over his words!

"Yy… well… I mean…"

"You know what you mean. Why don't you just come out and say it. What do you think you're afraid of?"

"Nothing," I said, clearly. "All right… would you like to have me sit on your face?"

"Would you like me to?"

I blushed!

Can you imagine that? Me, the queen of ball busters, was actually blushing!

I knew this guy was special!

"Yes…"

My voice was sotto, almost to the point where he couldn't hear me.

"Louder," he said.

He sounded almost demanding, and I wasn't sure what that meant.

But I liked it! I knew that much.

There was something about the tone of his voice that sent needles through me.

He really knew how to turn me on!

"I… I… want you to fuck me!"

It was so loud I thought the rest of the bar was going to stop and turn their heads toward me and lean in… just like in that TV commercial…

But no…

It was only my imagination.

No one else was that interested in my sexual games… they were all too busy with their own.

And just as well.

He finished his drink and told me in no uncertain terms to hurry up and finish mine.

I did as I was told…

I didn't want to hold him up at all!

Now, as downed the last of my cocktail, I looked at him and smiled.

"Now what?"

"Now you follow me out that door an into my waiting limo."

Waiting limo.

Gooooooddddd… I liked the sound of that. I slid off the stool and followed, just as he said, until we were outside.