I'll check out the bar, there's got to be someone in there

I square my shoulders, jutting out my big boobs. Like the guys wouldn't fasten their eyes on them the instant I enter, right? Without a bra my nipples make a tasty little treat for their hopefully horny eyes. Of course, if they weren't horny they soon will be.

I can tell as soon as I enter that I've hit the jackpot. Smoke floats through the loud room in open defiance of the city's smoking bans. I sniff the air, ferreting out some even better stuff somewhere in this trashy dump. Hopefully I can find it and take a sample.

The visual landscape's not as promising. It seems like everyone is a lot older than me. I'm not against doing a guy because of his age, especially since I was so hot to trot I'd fuck a moose right about now, but a girl's got just as much right to wanting a good body as a guy does of, well, wanting a girl like me.

And damn but they want me. I try not to grin as I saunter in, and give my body a little more sashay as I make my way.

Damn, I just realized I'm not carrying my purse. Oh well, one of these guys will be me a round or three.

I can't decide if I should head straight to the bar, go over to some likely guy (or group of them) or head back to the ladies room to check how I look.