Seems like the best option, if my heart can take it.

You drive your old clunker home to your walk-up apartment, and get cleaned up and ready to go out. In spite of your wonderfully tiring day, you seem to draw new energy from a hot shower and thoughts of what might lie ahead tonight. You still have the can of body spray that you "tested" this afternoon, and given its apparent effectiveness, you apply it more conservatively now. You keep the can handy in your jacket pocket, though... Just in case.

You pass the office park on the way to the Beef 'n Beer, but it's still fairly light, and there's some activity in your building, with several cars outside. You feel just a little paranoid about picking up the box, and decide to get it on your way home instead.

Entering the Beef 'n Beer, you find it crowded, loud, and dimly lit. A jukebox blares from the corner, and almost every booth and barstool looks full. Scanning the crowd, you see no sign of anyone you know from work, so you squeeze up to the bar and order a beer to nurse while you wait.

A tall, slender, middle-aged woman, a bit overdressed for this place in a red cocktail dress, is on the stool next to you. With little else to do, you decide to check the effectiveness of your reduced AXE dosage.

"Come here often?"

"Yes, I do. And I don't believe I've seen you before." She replies, looking you up and down with a skeptical eye. She's not especially attractive, but impeccably made-up, as if she might be a lounge singer or something, though presumably not in this place.

"Well, yeah, this is my first time. My name's John."

"I'm Joanne. Pleased to meet you, but I'm not going to be here long. I'm waiting for my date to pick me up."

You make idle conversation, but before long she receives a text message and heads for the door with a simple "Bye, have fun."

You've had similar experiences in bars before, but you had hoped for a little more interest this time. Could the whole experience this morning have been some kind of coincidence? "Or maybe I was just too stingy this time," you think. Making your way to the men's room, you open your shirt and give yourself another dose of "Irresistable".

Returning to the bar, you see Tami sitting at a small table near the jukebox, chatting with one of the waitresses. She sees you, and waves you over with a smile.

"So there you are! Donna said she'd seen you at the bar. She said you met Joanne."

"Uh, yeah, I guess I did."

"Awfully convincing, isn't she?"

"Convincing?"

"You knew she was a guy, didn't you?" she chuckles

"Uh.... Yeah! Really... convincing..." and apparently naturally unimpressed by AXE. "Where are Loni and Linda?" you ask, hoping to change the subject.

"I texted them as soon as I got home, but I only just got replies. Looks like they're calling in sick."

"Sick?"

They both said they were completely wiped out by the end of the day. Maybe coming down with something. They aren't even sure they'll be in tomorrow. Looks like we'll have to cover for them tonight."

Tami fingers the collar of her slinky black sweater dress as she talks, and you're not sure that she's blinked or taken her eyes off you since you sat down. "Why don't you take your jacket off, and stay awhile?" she asks, reaching across the table to touch your hand.

You shrug your jacket off, and her breathing deepens. A hefty, invisible, cloud of your unnecessary "booster shot" probably just enveloped her. Her eyes at last shift to the jukebox, and she grasps you firmly by the wrist. "Do you dance?"

"Someti..."

She pulls you from the table, and into some intense bumping and grinding. The crowd gives you a little room and shouts encouragement as Tami gives you a crash course in dirty dancing. You begin to feel a little flushed yourself -- caught up in the moment like you were this afternoon -- as she grinds her perfect round little ass into the bulge in your now painfully tight jeans.

Your hands explore her body through the sweater dress. She has exquisite curves for such a petite little thing -- a slender, almost delicate, but toned, body; 34D chest most likely; and nipples large and hard enough to feel through the dress.

You nuzzle her neck from behind as the music concludes. She whispers in her sexy whisky-voice in your ear -- "If you don't fuck my brains out in the next five minutes I'm going to have a complete meltdown. Take me wherever the fuck you have to, just fucking take me!"