I always love to see self confident, arrogant beauties going down

It was an average Saturday night in the club and the bar was, unsurprisingly empty as Maxine stood with her back against the bar in her favourite green dress, her finger circling the rim of her double vodka and ice as she looked around the room.

She stood like she always did, her dark hair pinned up and her dress a little loose on her soft and lightly tanned shoulders. She was completely dripping of sex appeal and she knew it.

"Would you like another Miss?" The bartender spoke, he knew she was a awkward and sometimes irritating customer but she always tipped Well and as long as he was attentive, he could be on for another €20 tip.

Maxine took a sip of her drink and sighed loudly. It was strong and smooth and gave her a buzz but not as big as a buzz as the looks of lust that surrounded her, yes this was a happy hunting ground.

She'd started drinking on her late night shifts about six months ago, dressing up as sexily as she could, introducing herself to some rich dude, making him buy her drinks for the rest of the night and if she felt inclined, she'd put out.

Feeling the vibration of a new glass touching the bar behind her, Maxine sipped her drink slowly then rubbed the tip of her finger between his lips, coating them in a light sheen of vodka before trickling her nail down to her chin as she turned around. "Jeffrey? Are you trying to get me drunk?" She spoke, her voice a little husky as her eyes lit up at the glass.

"Your a little later tonight?" Jeffrey said as he took Maxine's empty glass. "Can I get you anything else?" He asked, the purpose of his question was always the same, he knew she would say no then lean forwards to collect her drink. He would watch every time she turned around, his eyes almost devouring up any part of flesh she had on show.

"No thank you Jeffrey," she replied, reaching into her purse and handing over €10 note, before turning her attention away again and just as three men in business suits walked in.

Lifting her eyes and smirking at the three men, she knew what it would look like, pretty little thing like her standing at a bar. She knew all three of them, or at least one would chat her up and this would be her way in.

"Hey hey. Three rum and cokes please." One of the more muscular guys spoke as the other two peeled off towards a booth. "And ah, Jeffrey. Maybe something for the sweet little thing here huh?" He added, turning his attention towards Maxine.

Smiling smugly, Maxine turned her attention toward him. "Double vodka," she said. "He knows how I like it." She added.

"Oh I'm sure he does," the guy replied, his response thick with innuendo as he tried touching her hand.

Smiling seductively, Maxine leant forwards, the cleavage on her dress impossible to miss as it slid up her thighs, the simple act, sending a chill down his spine and twinkle in his eye.

"Do you have a name sweetheart?" He ventured to ask, happily flirting and wondering how far he could take it.

Turning away and acting shy, Maxine stepped to the side and next to him, her naked leg rubbing against his trousers. "You can call me whatever you want." She teased, leaning her head on her hand and showing more of her chest to him. "What's yours?"

"Oh I like what I see," the man said, his voice thick with lust as he held onto her. "I'm John," he replied, " Just one last thing though. What kind of panties are you wearing sweetheart?" He added.

"Not wearing any," Maxine replied coyly, lifting one foot and resting it on his trousers, her heel digging into his calf.

"And how would I know you're telling me the truth?" He said, now not flirting and wishing he could fuck her right there and then.

"Naughty," she replied, her right hand traveling down her dress, the green soft material hugging her figure perfectly and only tugging a little as she lifted the helm of her dress and ran her index finger up the length of her pussy, purring at her touch and closing her eyes seductively.

Stood dumbstruck and practically shaking with adrenaline, John watched the pulse in Maxine's neck tense then froze as she brought her finger up to his mouth.

"Have a taste and you tell me," she said with a grin.

Almost instantly, her words had the desired effect and within seconds, John had taken her hand in his and licked her finger, savouring the taste of her on his tongue and grunting with pleasure.

He was like putty in her hands and playing perfectly to her wants and desires. She had him and was completely in control of the situation. "Why don't you introduce me to your friends?" She asked, looking seductively past his shoulder.

Blood boiling and balls aching for release already, John felt a hint of jealousy as Maxine looked beyond him and towards his mates. "Yeah, sure." He hesitantly responded, wracked with doubt as he collected his glasses and walked over to the booth with Maxine.

"This is my brother Adam." John said, "And, this is our friend Ben." He added, whilst stepping to the side and ushering Maxine onto the seat that would put her between both John and Ben.