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Chapter 12 by Jaegarblk Jaegarblk

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The bar on 12th by 4th

The bar on 12th by 4th turns out to be a pretty non-descript bar-club. A long serving bar dominates and bisects the interior. Most of the two dozen or so swivel stools that line it are empty.

At one end of the bar is a cute looking Latina student, in a fishnet top and skimpy microskirt that shows off her fine tanned legs and perfectly toned torso. An athlete you guess. She is enthusiastically finishing off what looks like her third Singapore Sling.

At the other end of the bar in contrast is a glum looking jock. Chiselled jaw, biceps ripping from his shirt, complete cliché. He is nursing a bottle of some generic beer. Despite his apparent melancholy mood, you do notice him occasionally glancing this way and that. Something about his shifty nature catches your attention and you give him a second glance. The bottle of beer he is nursing has a blue label that gives away it is a non-alcoholic version.

Probably a fucking health freak. Fuck him.

You take an empty stool in between and equidistant from the jock and the Latina.

You order a scotch and light up a smoke. Despite the no smoking signs the bar staff literally turn a blind eye. An old GAME victory vs a Head of Campus Administrator allowed you to light up anywhere.

You taste the pleasant burn of the tobacco and let the smoke drift out across the bar. You glance to your right and are slightly surprised to see the Latina honey coming towards you with a hunger in her eyes you’ve seen once or twice before.

“Hey mister, don’t you know smoking is bad for your health?” She leans in closer her mouth brushing your ear. Her breath is **** but doesn’t overwhelm the intoxicating perfume she’s wearing. “Want to do something a little more athletic?”

You turn your chair so that she is brushing full against you. Regarding her coolly you shrug slightly “If it’s athletics we’re talking about I like to know who I’m competing against.”

“Competing? I had team sport in mind.” You keep your stoic composure but your dick is stirring.

She gives you a coy smile “I’m Cindy South.”

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