Congratulates himself and has another encounter.

Hunter checked his appearance in the mirror before leaving the washroom, smiling to himself at the memory of plundering Carlotta's ripe body. He'd make sure that Jess invited the sweet Latina over soon, and grinned fiercely at the thought of taking both his wife and her friend at the same time. Not to mention Lyndsey he remembered, his grin widening.

"Quite the harem you're accumulating," he said to his reflection, before turning to leave the washroom.

Stepping through the door he was immediately collided with by a young woman who was looking back over her shoulder at the bar. She gave a surprised squeak and Hunter caught her in his strong hands, preventing her from falling.

"Oh My God! I'm so sorry," she blurted in embarrassment, her face flushing. He recognised her as one of the barmaids, a petite redhead with retro glasses shaped like hearts.

"No harm done," he smiled. "You ok?"

"Yeah...yes I'm fine..." she said, her voice quavering slightly. He felt her tremble in his hands, the bare skin of her arms prickling with goosebumps. She looked up at him, uncertain, the corner of her lip caught between her teeth.

"You're shivering. Are you cold?"

"Um....um...no...not at all...not even slightly," she murmured, gasping slightly as he rubbed his hands down her arms. "I'm so sorry for running into you, I'm clumsy sometimes."

"Think nothing of it. The pleasure was all mine," he smiled, squeezing her arms before letting her go. "You can run into me again any time. What's your name?"

"Millie...my name's Millie..." she stammered.

"Hunter," he told her. "Like I said, run into me anytime, I enjoyed it a lot. I'm sitting at the bar."

She made a little face of disappointment. "Then I can't serve you...like if you were sitting at a table or booth I could serve you...I'd like to serve you...umm to make up for bumping you I mean...that's what I meant..." she babbled in embarrassment.