She calls you

A few weeks had passed since you met with the hot Latina weekend news anchor Amanda, and though you felt like you were starting to get somewhere with her, it seemed as though she had given you the slip.

Until she finally decided to call you, that is.

"Amanda, I was beginning to doubt that you were going to call me. I assume this means you want to meet with me again?" you ask her when you hear her voice on the phone, thinking you finally had her hooked.

"Yes I do John. I was hoping you could accompany me to the bar I like to hang out with? I feel as though we got off on the wrong foot and this will help you get to know the real me," she told you, sounding apologetic for what she put you through earlier.

"Give me the directions and I'll meet you there," you tell her, only to have Amanda surprise you yet again by agreeing to having you pick her up from her place.

And when you saw what she was wearing, you were floored even more.

"Pick your tongue up off the floor mister. But I can see that I made a good impression," Amanda teases you as you stand on her front porch and gawk at her tight body in the little black dress she;s wearing, finally snapping out of it as she grabs you by the arm and heads for the car.