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- You're dead, Veronica.
- What the hell did I do this time?
- This dress is very short.
And it was, at least in Carmen's opinion. It felt a bit too exposed on both the top and bottom, and the tug didn't exactly help matters. When she pulled down, she showed her cleavage up and her thighs were out for all the world to see.
Yes. Veronica was pretty dead.
She looked at said girl to emphasize her point. Said girl just laughed in amusement.
- Would you stop being restless? The dress is not too short. You look fantastic, okay? Now, what I'm wearing... this is short.
Well, she had a point. Veronica wore an aubergine-colored dress with no straps and a side slit almost to her butt; if she had to wear something like that, she would probably hyperventilate in embarrassment. Still, Vero managed to wear it like a charm. Carmen had to admit that her friend looked gorgeous, and she was sure men would soon drop like flies to get her attention as the night wore on.
Nothing new. It would probably be fun to see how the girl handled and juggled them all this time.
- There is an empty table in the far corner of Vero. Let's take it.
- That? It's too far! We will not be noticed that way.
- But there are no more tables and the long bar is busy.
- Leave it to me, darling. Let's have a few drinks.
Carmen rolled her eyes but chose to obey. The bar, a hangout for civilians and officers, was a bit crowded tonight, so it took the two girls quite a while to navigate to the long table where the bartender was. There was only one stool left.
- I told you it was full.
Veronica ignored Carmen and immediately turned to the man sitting next to the empty stool. Then she turned on her charms.
- Hello sir. My friend and I were wondering if you could help us get some seats at this place. It's full of people, and we're helpless, we've just returned from a long mission, and ... wow! It's quite hot in here!
The blonde-haired beauty blew her hair, fanning herself for effect.
The man took one look at him and immediately turned red on his cheeks. Within five seconds, Carmen had to suppress a giggle as she gallantly offered the stool to them and gave them what could be considered a puppy appearance. Soon, they were already seated comfortably.
- Looks like we don't need the table, huh? - Veronica rejoiced with a triumphant smile. Carmen raised an eyebrow, but couldn't stop the laugh from coming out.
- True. Good work, poor man.
- Oh, he'll get over it- Veronica answered gracefully. She shook the waiter closer with a wave of her hand. The bartender, a man who appeared to be in his late twenties, gave them both a huge smile.
- And what can I get you ladies?- he asked, his voice as flirtatious as Veronica's. She brightened up and immediately returned his dazzling smile.
- I'll have a glass of sake and a bloody Mary- she replied, batting her eyelashes. The bartender winked at her, then turned to Carmen.
- What do you want? - The boy's voice became hoarse.
- Just mango juice, please- Carmen said politely.
- Slug, you have to be kidding me.
- That?
Veronica rolled her eyes again. She had been doing it countless times now that Carmen had already lost count. Turning to the waiter, she hit her lashes again and gave him an apologetic look.
- You're kidding. She wants you to give her s*x on the beach.
- Veronica, sow!
- It's a drink ... my God! And please stop calling me such a strong sow, I have a reputation, you know?
Oh. A drink. How the hell was she supposed to know that? And who named that drink that way, anyway?
Yes. The world was getting weirder and weirder.
The bartender winked at him and then went to get his orders.
- Sorry, I thought you were asking him to ... you know ... have s*x with me.
- Moron! Hahaha! But again ... that wouldn't be so bad, would it? I mean, he's so sexy and hell, he was practically salivating on you.
- Vero ...
- Well, it's true! You should be flattered that the boy wants to get into your panties ...
- Vero ...
- Or are you even wearing panties now? You're wearing a thong, right? Men! That guy would love you more...
- But what?
- Speaking of which, how was the elites physical yesterday? How many loved you? They got hard and aroused when you touched their c***s, and...
- Veronica, shut up! - Okay, she was horrified now. The girl was incredibly vulgar! Carmen blushed furiously, not knowing exactly how to respond.
Truth is, some guys got tough yesterday, and it wasn't a very pleasant experience, because actually, all he did was examine them... there.
The very perverts.
- All right, shut up! God! You are turning into an i***t, did you know that?
- I am not!
- Okay, whatever.
The blonde rolled her eyes again. At just the right moment, the bartender returned with their drinks, giving Carmen a lingering look at the process. Veronica laughed. The guy looked like he was about to open his mouth, but another bartender asked him to hurry up.
With a disappointed sigh, he continued.
- Aww, too bad. He had eyes for you.
- Whatever is. Shut up, Vero.
- Good.
And with that, Veronica turned to the boy sitting to her right and turned her charms on again.
With a sigh, Carmen opted to meditate (a habit she picked up from Frank when she was feeling tired) and took a sip of her orange drink. She was surprised to find that it tasted good. Is that why it was called like that? Why were they just as good, or something?
She had no idea. I had never done it yet ... well, well, almost with Frank, but they were both drunk, and it hadn't continued because they both fell asleep while kissing, and when they woke up in the morning, Frank seemed a bit horrified that they ended up like this, so they didn't talk about it anymore. Maybe it was for the best. It was no longer like she was salivating for him.
No, she was no longer in love with her partner she would rather kiss Lee, who was not an ice cube.
Feminine power! f**k cold and distant men!
She smiled at the thought.
But about the s*x part ... well, she couldn't deny that she was curious. Her best friend had already done it many times, and she said it was a great experience, almost every time. Would your experience be great too?
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