"I suppose you're looking for a good time," she teased, sliding up to him and crossing her legs slowly, letting her skirt slide up, almost as far as her stocking tops. "I mean, most men from out of town are."

He gulped, taking a drink of his beer to cover up his nervousness. "I-I was told this was a good place to meet people."

"You mean to pick up girls?" said Sammy, sliding her hand up his arm and giggling.

Normally they would take a little more time over this, draw the man in slowly so as not to make him suspicious, but this one was so easy there was no point in hanging around.

"Er – well…" the man spluttered, taking a drink and spilling some of the beer down his chin.

Sammy looked at him in disgust. He was a particularly nasty specimen of a man, and he was going to pay for that. All weekend.

"Oh, my name is Sammy," she said, covering the man's confusion as he dabbed his handkerchief over his chin. "This is my sister, Amanda."

"Oh, hi," he said. "My name's Jack. Jack Michaels."

"You want to come and play a bit?" Sammy asked, grinning at him.

"You-you mean – you and your – sister?" He stared at the two of them.

"Yes, me and my sister," said Sammy seductively. "We like to share a man sometimes. A real man like you."

"B-But…" the man stammered. His face was flushed and his whole body quivered.

"You must be from upstate," said Amanda, laughing. "This is New York, baby, it's different."

"By God, it is!" the man gasped. "You mean that the two of you want to… with me?"

"Do we have to spell it out?" said Sammy, letting a note of annoyance creep into her voice. That usually did it. None of the men wanted to see the chance slip by.

"W-Well yes, yes!" the man said quickly. "That sounds wonderful!"

"It's not just wonderful," said Amanda, leaning in and taking him by his hopelessly out of style tie, "It's the best. We're the best."