"So then! What can I get you?", the woman behind the bar cheerfully asks, slamming her palms on the table eagerly. The motion propels her forward, gravity betraying the indigo minidress that hugs her chest resulting in a bounce of her breasts trapped behind the silken fabric. You clear your throat, maintaining eye contact out of respect, and offer her a small smile.
Chris Poindexter
2021-03-09 19:12:54 +0000 UTC