Walking in I see the beautiful long wood bar. There are just a few men sitting along it, enjoying their evening cocktails. I know I'm dressed a little seductively for this bar, but I also know that's never bothered anyone before. My dress cuts just low enough on the top to give off a beautiful cleavage view and my skirt is just short enough that if I make the wrong move it would be clear that I'm wearing lacy panties for someone special.
There's a leather stool right in the middle. No one is to the right of it, no one is to the left. I walk right up and side saddle my way onto it. I can feel all eyes on me - without having to even look up. The bartender says something in a soft voice to the gentleman he's serving and then makes his way right over to me. He's not bad looking. Dark hair, tall, he looks like he enjoys his job. He walks right up and leans into my space. "What can I get you?"
"A Manhattan, please."
"You got it."
I look down the bar, and two men in suits are having a pretty intense conversation. The one angled toward me looks up and sees me looking at them. I give a barely there smile and look down the other side of the bar. Two men sitting apart, drinking what looks to be a pale ale and a scotch on the rocks, respectively. I'm already feeling comfortable, and settled in to enjoy my cocktail.
I slowly shift in my seat. I have to uncross and re-cross my legs to get comfortable. My caution with my movements must have been noticeable. I look down at my shoes for a second, and look up to see the gentlemen in the conversation looking at me. I look back down at my shoes. Not meant for walking. High enough to teeter in, and put me just a little off balance. Just slightly at the mercy of someone to help me get along. But man they are smoking hot. When I get naked later I just might keep them on.
The bartender comes back with my Manhattan. It looks like a tall. I look up at him and say "Thank you." He says, "You are welcome. The gentlemen right over there sent it. They thought you might like a double." I look over to the two men who had been deep in conversation but are now pretty quiet and they lift their drinks for a cheers from a couple spots away. I lift mine back and say "You were right. I was feeling like I might be ready for a double." After I say it I hear the sexual innuendo in there. They laugh - and I think one looked at me with heat in his eyes. I giggle too because I didn't mean it to come out so suggestively.
I turn back toward the bartender and smile. He is cleaning a glass and says "I've never heard a better reply to a drink before." Now I blush just a little.
