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“Let me help you with that," Harry said, his voice a low pleasant rumble as he handed me my clutch. His eyes lingered on my chest, and I knew I had him hooked… and… yeah, he was rather attractive now that I thought about it. I was still a little horny…maybe I could make this interesting... no bad idea mixing business with pleasure when I didn’t hold the upper hand.

"Thank you," I cooed as enticingly as I could, fluttering my eyelashes in what I hoped was a seductive way. I think what sold it was my sexual arousal and… yeah the palpable tension. "I'm new in town, and I'm looking for a nice place to have a drink. Do you know anywhere around here?" I smiled. Picking up guys in this body was like fishing with dynamite. A big bold bang was on offer and at that moment it was genuine, my nipples poking out communicatively.

He smirked, "I know just the place." I followed him to a swanky bar, where the air was thick with the scent of expensive whiskey and cigars, and the murmur of political and sexual banter. The walls were lined with dark gothic upholstered leather booths, and the dim lighting cast shadows on the gleaming chrome fixtures. This was definitely Harry's kind of place. He slid into a booth, and I joined beside him, my heart racing. This was it. The moment of truth. I just had to keep my eye out for the perfect opportunity.

The waitress approached. "What can I get you two?" she asked, her eyes flicking over my body and instantly dismissing me as the call girl I appeared to be. Harry was the one in charge and the one who would be tipping so she turned on the charm for him. The waitress was in for disappointment as Harry's gaze didn't leave my chest, and I could feel his lust. It was like a tangible **** between us.

"I'll have a whiskey sour," Harry said without taking his eyes off me. I leaned in closer, my breasts pressing softly against the oak table, and whispered sweetly, "Make it two, darling." I had the pink pill hidden in the palm of my hand, my heart racing as I waited for her to return with our order.

When the waitress brought the drinks, I took the opportunity to lean over and whisper something into Harry's ear, pressing my new breasts distractingly against his shoulder as I slipped the pill into his drink, unnoticed - I hoped. His breath hitched, and his eyes darkened. As I leant back I could see his interest growing.

The plan was in motion. I took a sip of my own drink, watching him with a seductive smile. The **** burned my throat and I nearly choked on it as his hand rested on my upper thigh, fingers splaying possessively.

The anticipation grew with each passing minute, his touch becoming bolder as it edged with a stalking deliberation upwards to my pearly gates, his eyes glazed with desire. His hand wandered higher up my thigh, under my dress, his thumb gently grazing my clit. I had to fight the urge to moan.

He paused teasingly and went to sip his drink - but I wanted him to be a man for a little longer and so I leant in and kissed him.

His lips were surprisingly soft, and he tasted of power and money. I broke the kiss, smiling coyly as I leaned back. "Why don't you keep going with your hand,” I suggested.

He nodded eagerly, his thumb circling my clit. I had to bite my lip to keep from gasping. I could feel the heat from his hand through the fabric, and my body was begging for more, even though I knew this was all a ploy. I had to stay focused. But I wanted him bad now.