The bar-flies

A dark haired wannabe from the ghetto makes her move. She sidles up slowly making sure Iget a good look at her cleavage then sits down at the bar beside me.

"Hi, I'm Raven", she says and extends her hand.

I shake it, and stare at her tits. I take out my wallet, and say, "I'd like to buy you a drink Raven, but I seem to have run out of cash". As she starts to get up and leave, I take out my keys and hand it to her, "would you mind getting some more in from the car. There should be plenty spare change in the glove compartment".

"Uh.. sure", she looks down at the Porsche keyring then sashays forth into the carpark. A moment later, she returns with a roll of 50 20s and hands it to me open mouthed. I was a little surprised she hadn't done a runner with the car and the cash. "There were 6 of these in there." she says looking in awe at me.

"Really?" I must have mislaid a couple. "Would you mind going to reception in the hotel across the room and booking us a room? I'm going to take you upstairs when iIfinish my beer and give you the best fucking from a tiny dick you've ever had."

She blinks. "Sure",

"and keep the rest of the change. I'd like to go out and buy you something more slutty to wear tomorrow but I don't have the time, so you'll need to do that yourself."

When she left, i downed my beer and turned to the rest of the women in the bar. "I'll be back in half an hour. Don't go anywhere". and winked at them and left.