Carmen leaves the bar and walks with resolution towards you. She is shorter than you thought at the first sight, but she compensates it with a seven inches platform military boots. “I wanna dance” she states in your ear, and you are eager to comply.
She drives to the dancefloor and begins to dance with you. The night goes by and more shots are taken under the fluorescent lights of the club. Eventually you feel even dizzier and try to go home only to be stopped by her mouth against yours in a French kiss. You feel the stud on her tongue while she explores yours. With a foxy smile orders, you to stay while she grabs your butt with a firm hand. “You can´t leave, that ass is mine”.
“Yes Carmen” You manage to moan.
“Well, it seems that you understand the situation” She whispers. “Let’s get the last rounds of shots and I’ll give you a nice present” And pulls you toward the bar by the collar of your shirt. She smiles to the barman and whispers something in his hear. The guy chuckles and brings a green labeless bottle form inside a box.
"Have a fun with our pixie"
You take a small sip. It tastes horrible, like a insanely strong anise.
And thats all you can remember of the night.
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