Cindy lays it on thick

You take another slow drag of your smoke.

“Damn this broad is fine”. Still, something about her was on the back of your mind…

“What’s the matter” Cindy purrs, leaning in and putting her hands on your waist “Cat got your tongue old man?”

You stub out the cigarette and rest a hand on her hip. “Not so old I can’t still play.” You pull her in, your lips brushing against hers.

“You’re definitely my type” you say in a low voice

“Then time’s a wasting” she takes your hand and starts pulling you from your seat.