Talk to the Cowboy

I smooth out my clothes before making my way over to the table where the older cowboy sits. As I approach, I notice the smoldering look he's giving me. I lean in, my breasts brushing against the edge of the table as I speak to him in a low voice. "Evening, cowboy. You look like you need another round."

He nods, his eyes never leaving mine. "That's a fine offer, miss, but are we talking about whiskey or something a little sweeter?" His gaze traveling over my body in a way that sends a shiver down my spine. His grin is wicked, and he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a stack of cash. "Name your price, darlin'."

I can't help but feel a pang of anger and resentment when the cowboy assumes that I'm a hooker, as if that's all I'm good for. But as I'm reminded of my own **** financial situation, and the mounting cost of living as Half Succubus, I can't help but let pragmatism take over. After all, I was going to fuck him anyway.

I give him a flirtatious smile and take the money from his outstretched hand, feeling the crisp bills between my fingers. "I think this should do nicely. Now, let's talk about the nature of our arrangement." As we hash out the details, I feel a sense of power coursing through me. I'm in control, as usual, it feels damn good.

As the cowboy asks me to dance, I look around and notice that the bar has emptied out significantly, the patrons having all called it a night. The soft strumming of a country ballad plays on the jukebox, setting the perfect ambiance for our impromptu dance. "Alright, cowboy," I reply, slipping my hand into his, "but I'll need you to lead."

He pulls me into his embrace, our bodies close, and I feel his heart beating against my chest. We sway together, his strong hands guiding mine as we move to the rhythm of the music. The air around us thickens with a heady mix of lust and desire. His breath is warm on my neck, his stubble brushing against my skin as we move closer still.

I can feel his arousal pressing against my thigh, the evidence of his intense attraction. I lean in, my lips brushing his. Our eyes meet and without a word, I let him take the lead, feeling my body respond to his every touch. We're lost in the rhythm, the melody a seductive backdrop to our carnal dance.

As we dance to the music and indulge in our lustful needs, I'm grateful for the unbridled power that courses through me, allowing me to explore the full extent of my desires. We spin around the mostly-empty dance floor, our movements growing more passionate, our lips locked in a fiery kiss.

The night is drawing to a close, and the promise of fulfilling each other's desires hangs heavy in the air. I lead him towards the men's room, a private and secluded spot, away from the prying eyes of the few remaining customers. The door closes behind us, plunging us into darkness, lit only by the faint glow of the streetlamps outside.