Off to the bar

Feeling happy with your last victory you decide to go to the place where you should feel most at home, the bar. On the way you see that your win scored you 8 positions.

The bar is called "The Score" and it's easy to see why. You walk in, music is playing, in the corner next to you there is Veronica, who you met earlier from the elevator flirting heavily with her distinguished companion. They have no eyes for you anymore. The bar feels like a high-end club with some hints of what goes on here. Above the two dozen or so people on the dance floor, the stripper pole is a definite give away. You can feel the tension of a hunting ground. People are connecting, some minding their own business, nevertheless the feeling is intimate.

A long bar dominates the club. Immediately you recognize Amber and the stewardess Jane at the bar. They are fawning over a handsome athletic auburn haired man, who is probably in his late twenties. He is being competely dominated by the couple, where they are taunting him and feeling him up. Poor man, you think while you easily imagine how that plays out. You decide to leave them be.

Looking where to go from here your eyes scan the area. Behind the bar is an attractive blonde. She was dressed in white little skirt with matching top, which showed off her slender legs and tiny midriff. She wore her lovely golden hair up in a high ponytail that bounced alluringly on top of her pretty head. She looks like your classic chearleader - athletic, lean, well filled out and energetic. Basically she looks like a lot of fun…and she is wearing a bracelet!

At the table on your left you see a raven black haired woman with shining blue eyes. Her age is undefinable, she is not beautiful or ugly but you feel a primal attraction to her. She is alone sipping at a pink cocktail, wearing a latex cat suit with the zipper low enough for you to peek down her DDs. The sleek black pants fit tightly over her skin, waist and legs showing of her chest and round ass especially being on such a small frame with her tiny waist. Her legs, though, were almost unreal. Her thick very in shape thighs went down to strong defined calves. This is a prime target.

There is something off though in the bar. Many of the heads are facing the dancefloor. There you see a woman dancing.

To say she is pretty is an understatement. To simply say she is beautiful would be equally disrespectful. She is, quite-simply, amazingly, jaw-droppingly, mouth-wateringly, drop-dead gorgeous. Literally in the top percentile of attractiveness. You have honestly never seen a woman better looking than her, and she is here!

In your mind you try to describe her, although words don't do her justice. She has dark brown hair. She has olive skin. Her skin looks silky and soft, just seeing her bare flesh makes you want to run your hands all over her. Her face is exotic, looking strikingly gorgeous. Full, soft pouty lips. Smoky, bedroom eyes. She doesn't look like a typical and classy 40 year old. She has the face of a seasoned mature sex goddess, a face that made it clear she is an older woman, but also a face that all other women her age would kill for. Her face defines her. Experienced, but with a youthful air. Aged to perfection. She could get away as a woman ten years younger. But her face is only the beginning of the total package.

For most women, that face would be the first thing you would notice. But she has much more noticeable assets. To be blunt, she has wonderful breasts. Enormous tits. Each seems as big as your head. It is impossible not to notice her chest bouncing around in her bra while she dances. You estimate her at "34FF", and it makes you shudder. Judging by how her tits spill out of her top, you might have to say that she might even be a size bigger. They appear to have no sag at all. None. They ride proudly on her chest, shockingly firm, and perky... and round... and smooth, soft looking... and squeezable. And they ride together in just the perfect way, creating an absolute canyon of cleavage of love. You are mesmerized at how her excessive breast flesh presses together. Her nipples seemed like they are hard. It is as if her dancing makes her horny. It was like those nipples are just begging to be sucked on.

But enough about her rack. For most women, an incredibly gorgeous face and enormous boobs would be enough. But not her. Her belly is flat and sexy, displaying the benefits of undoubtedly a rigid exercise routine. Her legs are long and firm, capable of driving any leg-man insane. And her ass... holy fuck! Her ass is out of this world. It rides high and tight and it was everything you want an ass to be. It is firm. It is round. It is heart shaped. Each cheek is perfectly ripe. Her ass jutts out perfectly, nearly creating a shelf to rest your head on. She is stacked perfectly in every way. No matter what type of man you are... she is what you want.

If it's not clear by now, you want to fuck her in the worst way. She is in a different stratosphere altogether. If you were a big game hunter, she would be nothing less than the ultimate prize.