Almost as soon as Greg had sat down at his favorite table at the Lady Luck, Wanda had emerged from nowhere to sit down beside him. The waiter brought Greg's order of a double bourbon, along with one of the same for Wanda. Greg looked at his red-headed companion and smiled.

"I thought I may as well save the man a trip." She tossed her thick red hair back over her shoulder in a sensual gesture that made the blood rush to Greg's cock.

Greg gave the waiter enough money to include a generous tip and waved him away. "You're a good woman, Wanda. You never waste time. I like that."

"That's because you can appreciate the way I am. We're a lot alike, you and I. We both know what we want out of life, and we go out and get it." She smiled saucily as her hand crept under the table and squeezed his prick. Her brown eyes widened. "Hmm. Ready already?" she teased. "You've got to give me time for at least one more drink."

"We'll have plenty more drinks. Then we'll get us a bottle and take it over to the hotel with us."

"That's what I like best about you, Greg. You know how to have a good time."

"Mm-hmm. I know who to have it with, too." He groped under the table and found the hem of her skirt. His fingers crept up underneath, over her bare thigh. Suddenly they were lost in a thick wiry nest of hair and soft flesh. Wanda never wore panties. That turned Greg on.

They were both staggering some when they left the Lady Luck and headed over to Wanda's hotel room. They were scarcely inside her room when Greg grabbed her roughly by the shoulders and pulled her to him. His fingers wound cruelly in her hair while his tongue probed the hot receptive depths of her mouth.

"God, Greg," she breathed when at last they came up for air. "You gave me such a hard-on over at that bar, it was all I could do to stay decent. I wanted to crawl under the table and give you head, right then and there."