Jane walks into the bar, pauses a beat as she glances around the room. To a casual observer, the glance is appropriately nervous, she is, after all, a young single woman alone in a seedy place. The glance is anything but casual, though, as Jane's eyes quickly flit over each patron, looking for her mark. Seeing that the one she wants is indeed here, she takes a breath, quelling the spark of adrenaline that begins to rise up from her belly as she begins her walk to the bar.
She's uniquely suited for this task. Not what anyone would call beautiful or pretty, but she possesses an undefinable quality that draw men to her. Most importantly though, she is aware of her sexual power. Not only will she use it when needed, she thrives on it—the challenge, the power, the lustful energy that comes her way. And the danger. Oh yes, she's reconciled herself to the penchant she carries for getting herself into untenable situations.
She slides into a seat at the bar and orders a whiskey, watching Roland Cardston out of the corner of her eye. The fact the he is her type more than makes up for the danger. Cardston has no need to patronize a dive bar like this, other than the fact that he likes the atmosphere and clientele, who are a far cry from the suits and geeks at the tech conglomerate, DigiPower, he works for. DigiPower is legit, except for Cardston's little top secret project to create a virus that will immobilize the world's banking systems for one minute.
Roland Cardston has the soul of a thief, but not the technical chops to create the program by himself. He's had to trick others into creating fundamental elements of his plan, none of which he can replicate on his own. That makes him nervous, so he keeps the virus with him at all times in the form of a high end digital watch. This week, the virus was finalized and Cardston began some innocuous testing, knocking out the banks for mere seconds and managing to steal a million dollars in amounts so small that no one noticed.
The big hit is going to come soon. Jane's bosses want it stopped. At any cost. Lucky for Jane, Cardston's ego is huge. He has no idea that anyone is on to him.
Jane makes her move. She stands and slips her battered thigh length coat off and slings it over the stool next to her. The bartender leers. Jane is wearing a thin, tight, white tank top without a bra. She'd be less of a tease if she were naked. The outline of her nipples are clearly visible. Her khaki skirt covers her ass by a mere inch, and rides up as she sits back down on the stool. She continues to skip her whiskey, pretending to be oblivious to the electric silence in the air as all of the men in the bar direct their gaze upon her. There is something hungry and predatory in the air. The bartender has an attack of conscience and urgently whispers that it might be a good idea to put her coat on and get the hell out of there. Jane smiles up at him.
"But I haven't even played a round of pool yet." She shoots the last of her whiskey and orders another, which she carries over to the pool table. The bartender shrugs and watches her ass sway as she goes.
As she passes a table, one of the men drops his lighter in front of her.
"Aw shoot, would you mind, darlin'?"
Still maintaining as innocent an aura as she can, Jane smiles and nods. "Sure, no problem." She bends at the waist to pick up the lighter, treating the men at the table to a view of her ass as her skirt rides up. She's wearing thin white cotton panties.
"Here you are," she says as she hands the man the lighter.
"Much obliged, honey. Why don't you join us for a spell?"
Jane shakes her head. "I'm interested in playing some pool." Without waiting for a response, she continues to the pool table, where Cardston is shooting balls by himself.
She stops at the edge of the table, one hip cocked out. "I wanna play. How about a game?"
