The bar was structured such that in order to get to the bar itself, one had to walk past all the booths and tables first. So when the door to Harry's Bar opened, and the woman in the black dress walked in, all eyes were on her by the time she got to the bar.
The woman was luscious. She looked to be about twenty-five, slender and toned. Her legs traveled up and up from her four-inch heels, past the hem of her dress and did not seem to end until her armpits. She had a succulent ass that was hugged closely by the dress, and her narrow waist gradually tapered up to full breasts the size of melons. Her hair was long, black and gleaming, and her eyes were a stormy blue with long black lashes. Her body screamed come-and-get-me.
A whole host of men were already getting to their feet, preparing to jockey for her attentions. But she walked with a purpose that gave them all pause. She slid onto a bar stool next to a man already seated there, nonchalantly pulled out a cigarette and asked, "Got a light?"
The man had been nursing a drink. He was moderately attractive, but seemingly way out of her league. He looked startled, fumbled around in his pockets for a few moments, and then regretfully shook his head no. She had just asked, "So what's a guy like you doing all by himself on a Friday night?" when one of the would-be pursuers flipped out a Zippo and held the flame up to her cigarette, which was still in her hand.
"Allow me," he said. He was one of those men who had been a stud in high school and college, with a buffed-to-the-max body and a gorgeous face. He was well dressed and had a silky smooth voice. The man on the bar stool next to the woman was about to accept defeat and slink away quietly, when the woman spoke.
"Excuse me," she said in a venomous tone. "Can't you see I'm trying to carry on a conversation?" She then turned back to the man on the other side, who was frozen in his tracks, half on and half off the stool. He offered a weakly triumphant smile to the other man, who stamped away, obviously upset.
Another, equally attractive man from the same crowd approached her, and said, "Hey, baby, this guy's a loser. Why don't you come hang out with us?" He took a swig of his drink and smiled suggestively. He held out his own lighter.
She let him light her cigarette, and took a deep drag, forming a column of ash on the end. Leaning closer to him, she lowered her lashes, and he grinned, sensing victory. She then shocked him by tapping the column of ash into his drink, dropping the rest of the cigarette in whole, and watching as it fizzed out. "Get lost," she said in a sultry tone.
The man at the bar was stunned. "I'm Lisa," she smiled at him.
"John," he said in an unsteady voice, and offered her his hand. She took it, and held it a bit longer than necessary.
"So, John," she purred. "What do you say we disappear?" She looked at the men she had spurned a moment before and their friends, who were still staring. "I'd like to get to know you better, if you don't mind."
He managed to say that he didn't mind at all, and would she like to go back to his place? The two exited Harry's Bar, climbed into John's small Ford and drove off toward his nearby house. No sooner had they entered the front door, than Lisa slammed the door, slid the bolt home and turned to John with a wanton look on her face.
"John, I have wanted you since I saw you. I have to have you, now."
