A bad business bitch at the hotel bar

You're enjoying your favorite cocktail at the five star hotel bar, wondering if this hottie bartender qualifies as a bad bitch. She's a trim blonde with piercing eyes and a tight, high ponytail. She's graceful behind the bar, and above her little black apron, she's wearing only a lacy black bra, and a little cravat with the hotel's colors. She smiles a professional smile at you. She may not be a bad bitch, but she's something.

"I know what you're thinking," says the confident woman, "but I'm not a bad bitch."

"Okay, then what are you?" She's hot, sure of herself, and pretty underdressed by society's general standards.

She shrugs with a smile and says, "I dunno, but that there is a bad bitch." She points to the woman who has just come in from the elevator.

She's a little bit taller than you in her stiletto heels, click clacking on the polished floor as she makes her way to the bar. One of her stockinged legs crosses over the other, her stockings fastened to her pin-striped panties. Her smooth stomach and tits are showing right through her soaking wet business blouse, which is mostly unbuttoned as well. She smiles a thin smile at you as you look up to her wet lipsticked lips, her long, perfectly straightened black hair, her bright brown eyes.

"Hey have you been to the pool?" she says to you, but before you can answer, she looks to the bartender and says "Blenswood and tonic, make it two, Mandy."

"You got it," says the smoking hot bartender, who serves you and the wet hottie with a briefcase each a B & T and fades away to wipe glasses and wonder if she'll ever be a full on bad bitch.

"I just came from the pool," she says. "I'm Sedona."

"I'm John. Thanks for the drink, Sedona. Only a real bad bitch hits the pool in her work clothes. You here for business then?"

"What, this doesn't look like pleasure?" she says and slowly sips her drink. "Honestly, I have a meeting in an hour, so I figure why bother changing?"

"Makes sense," you down your drink, "is there a hot tub?" She downs the rest of hers too.

"Put it on my room, Mandy," Sedona calls to the bartender and and hops off her stool. Still dripping wet, she leads you to the hotel hot tub.