Off to the bar

Standing outside you contemplate your options. TinDare has kinda disappointed you, so what now? You need a place where people don't care for pulling out. Maybe because they are to drunk. There must be millons of badys concived under the influence of ****. Yours can be one of them. Having come to the decision you wave down a cab and tell the driver to get you to the bar nearest to the city university. Some healthy young guys, if you are lucky maybe even a football team celebration their win. That practically a guarantie, right?

While driving through the city your eyes keep wandering towards the driver. Are your homones speaking or does he really look so handsome. Broad shoulders, bread shadow and bright green eyes. His orientalic features only make him look more fascinating. Acting on impuls you pull your neckline a bit further down before leaning forward. "Hey there, you know I might be a little short on money, do you mind if we work out some other kind of payment?" With fluttering eyelids you look up to him.

"You no money? Need to drive to an atm?" His exotic accent is thick in his deep voice.

"No, I meant to pay you in a different way." Your finger traces the outline of your boobs.

"Sorry, only accept dollar and euro."

Well, this is getting frustrating. "I was hinting at some intimacy.", you make yourself clear.

"What?"

Apparently not clear enough. "We should FUCK!"

"Well, fuck you too!"

Frustrated you throw some money through the window and storm off. How can somebody be so dense?