Nope, she starts flirting with an old guy

Caitlin found herself draining her drink and standing up, sashaying her hips as she approached the nearest man. He was a fair bit older, around 60 perhaps, with a hefty beer belly, ruddy red cheeks and a swollen nose, wearing stained jeans and a navy polo shirt stretched over his massive gut. But he was the closest guy. Caitlin couldn't find it in her to fight it, after all, wasn't it just being who she was? The **** swam in her head as she sat down opposite him and pouted. "It's my birthday."

The geezer folded away his newspaper, looking her up and down appreciatively with bloodshot eyes. "Happy birthday. I'm George, who might you be?"

Caitlin licked her lips. "My name's Caitlin. I think you should buy me a drink to celebrate my birthday."

George grinned. "You're a very forward young lady. I do think, though, that for it to be a real party... you'd have to flash me in the toilets," the old perv sniggered. Caitlin was disgusted, this was a horrible situation she'd found herself in, how could Steve have let himself beco- But he was in it. Why not enjoy it? The drinks were fun, why not have some attention? Steve had been kinda lonely...

"Deal."

The two slipped away to the gent's toilets, the stench of urine in the air, the white porcelain walls stained and oddly sweaty. "Now how big are those things, girl?" George gruffly asked, ogling her chest as she pulled up her t-shirt.

"They're 30J," she smiled sweetly as they dangled out, George's eyes almost bulging out of his head.

"Damn, girl, those are like wonders of the world. Some real big ol' jugs." It was exhilarating, feeling his lust, all that attention focused onto her, it felt oddly thrilling. But she knew if she kept it up, he'd get a bit too forward and she was only playing, she wasn't actually gonna do anything with this old guy. Caitlin felt lust building between her legs, her nipples stiffening, perversely having been turned on by this level of objectification. But she still managed to peel her t-shirt downwards, manoeuvring her boobs up into it.

He kept leering at her long after she'd stuffed her breasts away, leading her back to the bar as she adjusted her t-shirt rather obviously. George ordered another beer as Caitlin glugged down her second G&T. "So, where should you be today, Caitlin?" he asked her, and she confessed she should still be in school. "Well, I don't miss that. I work for myself, so I can show up whenever."

Given the morning hour, and having little else better to do, Caitlin ended up four drinks in with George, pretending to laugh at his jokes, playing with her hair coquettishly, flirting with him just for the attention and the free drinks. Her head was swimming, but she was fortunate enough to at least be the kind of girl who won't just hop into bed with an old man.

Over that fourth drink, George leaned forward, and leered to her tits, "You know, Cait, I've got a proposition for you."