Mrs. Sandman strolls into the hotel lounge like she owns the place. After a long day at the International Convention Center rubbing elbows with other high powered attorneys she was ready for a stiff drink to unwind. As usual, she's dressed impeccably. She's wearing a knee length, snug fitting white dress that hugs her curves perfectly. A diamond pendant hangs from her neck at just the right length to draw attention to her cleavage. Invisibly sheer nude pantyhose caress her shapely legs and a sexy pair of stiletto heeled pumps grace her pretty feet. She likes to wear white; it gives others the impression that she's innocent, virgin and naïve, like Snow White. She can use that to her advantage. She's every bit as beautiful as Snow White but that's where the comparison ends. Mrs. Sandman is a cunning seductress and wields her feminine charm like a weapon.
She scans the room and spots an empty stool at the bar besides a handsome young man. Mrs. Sandman would be considered 'mature' by some but she prefers younger men, and sometimes even woman. She marches confidently over to the bar, hops up onto the stool and crosses her legs in a sexy pose allowing her dress to ride up high on her thigh. The young man sitting beside her immediately takes notice, he sizes her up quickly while trying not to be too obvious. A cute blonde bartender approaches and Mrs. Sandman orders a whiskey, "neat". The young man sees his opening.
"That's not exactly a ladies drink." He comments jokingly.
"Maybe I'm not exactly a lady." She teases back, smiling.
He's intrigued. "Can I ask your name?"
"I'm Mrs. Sandman, nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you also, Mrs. Sandman" he says offering his hand.
"I'm Richard." "My friends call me Dick."
"I've known lots of Dicks." Mrs. Sandman replies coyly.
The whiskey softens Mrs. Sandman's mood and soon she's getting pretty cozy with Dick. She's tracing her index finger up his thigh and dangling one high heeled shoe off her toes seductively. Dick is sweating bullets and squirming on his stool. He has a bulge in his pants that's apparent to anyone who bothers to look. He's acting like a high schooler who just saw his first pair of boobs. The cute bartender is watching the couple from the far end of the bar and growing visibly annoyed. Mrs. Sandman doesn't know that the pretty young blonde is Dicks wife, Jessica. Jessica has seen Mrs. Sandman in action before, flirting and cock teasing with every man who looks her way. But this time it was personal. This time she was cock teasing HER man. She dials the phone at the bar and starts talking in urgent whispers as if conspiring some evil plan with the other person. All the while glaring hatefully at Mrs. Sandman.
"Dick, would you be a gentleman and escort me to my room." Mrs. Sandman asks with a sexy pout.
"Of course!" "What kind of a man would I be to let a pretty woman walk home alone."
Jessica's blood is boiling with jealousy. She doesn't blame her idiot husband, he's just being a guy. It's that cock teasing whore who's the problem.
Mrs. Sandman turns to Jessica and calls out, "One for the road!"
Jessica sees her chance and mixes up a special shot just for Mrs. Sandman. She calls it the 'Bill Cosby'. Jessica approaches Mrs. Sandman and plops the shot down in front of her.
"On the house." She says with a fake crooked smile.
Mrs. Sandman accepts graciously. "Why thank you sweetie!"
