Over the top.

Angel decided to play it over the top, they needed to make sure Victor took the bait and didn't have time for subtleties. She slowly reached for two glasses that were far away from her. She was almost to the point of laying on top of the bar with her ass in the air, her bikini covered breasts pressed against the wooden bar top. She turned towards Victor while ever so slightly biting her bottom lip.

"Can I get either of you anything?" asked Angel in a breathy and sensual tone. She saw out of the corner of her eye the woman's eyes go wide before rolling back into her head. Victor quickly closed his slightly dropped jaw and averted his gaze to her face and not the presentation of her backside. Victor licked his lips before answering.

"Sure, I'll go with a vodka soda with the Grey Goose," replied Victor, trying his hardest not to break eye contact with Angel's. He then turned his head to the right and motioned to the woman to order. Without really moving or acknowledging him, the woman in the corner simply asked for the same. Angel placed the two glasses to the side then grabbed the bottle of vodka from the ice bucket. She feinted a struggle with the cork, acting out that she was having trouble and looked to Victor to assistance.

"I'm so sorry, this never happens" began Angel trying to sound embarrassed, "but could you help me with this one?" Victor cracked a small smirk and rose from his seat. He slowly walked to Angel and stood so close that their faces were only inches apart. She senses were suddenly overwhelmed by his cologne, the florals and wooden amber made her felt slowly intoxicated by his aroma. Their locked eyes never broke as Victor easily pulled the cork from the oversized vodka bottom.

"Here you go my dear, my pleasure," Victor responded as he handed the bottle back to Angel.

"Oh no, the pleasure is all mine," purred Angel, grasping the bottom in one hand while giving Victor's chest a soft, slow pat on his chest. Angel then turned and poured the woman in the corner in her drink, bending completely over so Victor could get another full view of how much her bathing suit failed to cover her body. She then walked back over to Victor, now seated, who was studying her every move with a smirk. Leaning in to hopefully catch his curious eyes in her cleavage, she handed the attractive man his drink. Victor thanked her as he took a sip, his eyes still open to watch her sit down next to him. Angel got onto the sectional next to Victor, sitting on her knees and slowly rubbing his thigh with her hand.

"How else can I take care of you tonight Victor?" Angel offered as her hand slowly made its way higher and higher up his thigh. To drive her point home she made sure his eyes noticed her take a quick glanze at his crotch then lick her lips. Victor's smirk turned into a very large grin.

"Oh I know how you can take care of me," Victor responded, delicately brushing a few strands of hair from her face to behind her ear. Before Angel could respond, or really even react, she heard the woman behind her.

"Jesus Victor how many sluts do you need?," the woman crewed him out as she stood up. She quickly finished her drink in a second long gulp. "I'm gonna head to the pool," she announced as she walked out without making eye contact with either Angel or Victor. As soon as the curtain of the cabana fell back into place with his companion's exit, Victor slowly placed his other hand on Angel's upper thigh.

"Please don't mind her, she just gets jealous that's all," Victor apologized in his smooth and soft voice.

"Hard to see why not," Angel assured him. She then took her right leg and slowly brought it over Victor. As she lowered herself, she could feel a tightness in Victor's pants as she straddled him. His hands found their way behind her, each getting a handful of her ass and pulling her closer. Angel leaned in so that her lips were next to his ear and her tits pressed against his chest. "I was going to check on some other customers, but I don’t think I've properly served you yet." Angel pulled her head back and opened her lips to meet Victor's.

"CAMELIA! WHAT THE FUCK!" a booming voice echoed in the cabana. A large man in a Player Club polo holding open the cabana curtain entered and quickly closed it behind him. “Manager’s Office. Now!”

Fucking hell, Angel thought to herself before getting up from straddling Victor. “Come on Mike, loosen up a bit,” interjected a disappointed Victor.

“No fucking way Victor,” Mike quickly replied back. “I don’t care what happens after hours but this isn’t a fucking brothel.” Mike made a motion for Angel to follow. She gave a quick look to Victor who simply frowned and gave a quick shrug.