I love how she smiles at me across the other side of the bar; already making up her mind that I am her chosen conquest. Casting away all the drama, all the stumbling words of a good first impression of the fool, as tonight is different from the chaotic others. Tonight I am just her physical attraction, her primitive lust and yearning desire. Tonight, this night, I am that thick piece of steak, that juicy, throbbing, hard cock she's been thinking off for the past few days, that hot piece of ass she's going to take back to her place for her weekly slut fuck.

"Fucking slut," I think to myself, shaking my head a little, wondering if this is how women play it when the roles are reversed. All the while, I continue to play the game, continue our dance from across the bar, making sure to keep eye contact with her, allowing both of us to take in each other's physical attributes, to mind fuck each other from across the way, already scheming, already planning on what body part to grasp first.

Smiling at me, she makes the first move just like all the others before her, all the other sluts that have come to taste me in the past, drowning herself down with several gulps of her liquid courage before standing up, zeroing in on her prey.

"Hello there stud" she hisses to me, her voice raspy and sluggish as she sits down next to me, making sure her sizzling hot ass is the first thing I see, all the while eyeing me like her own personal fuck toy before leaning forward, kissing me roughly on the lips.

I'm taken back a little as It's surprisingly a good quick kiss, just long enough to feel it, the taste of her surgery lips mixed with her choice of intoxication, yet not long enough to get her to part her lips or to let my tongue dart inside her mouth, to feel the full-bodied warmth of her flesh.

"Mmm," she moans slightly, sexually, sensually, as if already feeling an orgasm by the kiss alone. "I need to use the ladies room... will you be here when I get back?" she asks playfully, not even waiting for me to answer before turning away. Oh yeah, she is testing me, testing to see if she has hooked me. Knowing that when she returns and still sees me there waiting for her that, she can do whatever the hell she wants, say whatever the fucks on her mind as I have been hooked by her, by the idea of fucking her tight wet pussy hard and deep. I love how they always seem to think that, how they think they are that good already, as if I am some sort of male slut, led by the raunchy desires of his cock alone.