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"So, you wanna f**k?" My eyes casually roamed over her. The thin arches of her brow looking like sharp slits, her lips heavily over lined and injected with too much filler.
Naturally my eyes were drawn to her breasts. 36E, as she liked to brag. She thought I found it hot, the way they were practically about to pop open her dress, so she thrust her chest out towards me and causally bent a little lower.
It made me want to instill a dress code policy. Well, I mean the violent metal buttons in her dress popping off could be a safety hazard.
"Or I could just suck you off Mr Black? Whichever you prefer of course."
I reached for my drinks, telling my bartender to deal with the situation before. "Not likely." I remarked, casually walking away from her squawking shrill
