My eyes flit over the dimly lit interior of the bar as I shift uncomfortably on one of the hard, wooden stools, rubbing my thighs together beneath my short black dress. I haven't been this horny in a long time. I normally consider myself something of a sapiosexual but some combination of stress, loneliness, and lust have created the perfect storm. My body aches to be touched by anything female that moves, even the familiar feeling of my dress against my skin raising goosebumps all across my body.
My eyes follow the bartender for a moment, imaging her red-painted lips trailing kisses down my neck on the way down to my small breasts... then force my eyes away. I'd like to be able to come back here after tonight so maybe asking the bartender to fuck isn't the best plan.
My glance slides over to the woman sitting alone at the other end of the bar. I ungracefully slurp down the rest of my drink and make my way tipsily across the sawdust covered floor to the stool next to her, clearing my throat nervously.
"Hey, I'm Zoe. Can i get you a drink?" I ask.
Looking for someone to play as the woman I approach or as the bartender who strikes up conversation after she shoots me down.
Flirt with me until we can't keep our hands off each other and then give me what I want. Namely, the Schmeat hidden beneath that cute outfit you're wearing (I can know from the start or it can be a surprise)
In my state of desperation I'll be somewhat forward (basically I'll throw myself at you) - you can let me take the lead a bit or take charge once you realize how easy a conquest I am tonight.
Hope to hear from you!