*The bartender cuts you off, and your bra straps barely hold onto your exposed shoulders as you flirt with another patron. I see you acting unrestrained as you ask people to buy you drinks while sloppily winking at them. I approach you and speak* I'll buy you shots, as many as you want... but of course you have to pay for them. No, no, not with money. *I look down and stare at the clear outline of my throbbing member in my jeans.* How about i sneak you shots under the table, and for every shot, you sneak me something back? *I smirk*












