A little bit of both

Although there's no breeze in here, you can feel the eyes of all of the men in here on your exposed legs, back, and shoulders, and the bartender pretending not to look your way as he's trying to steal a glance at your chest. It won't be long until someone makes a move, you know, and you wonder where you're going to let things go. Or not let them - there are a lot of shady characters in here who might just demand certain things from you.

Eventually, after a few minutes of idly sitting, the barkeep slides a beer your way. "Compliments of that table over there." He motions to the boys, and you give them a quick nod and a smile as you chug a bit back. Although this isn't the first time you've had a beer, it's not like you drink every day so you know it wouldn't take much to get you intoxicated.

When you put it down, you notice there's a small piece of paper on top of the coaster - apparently the boys had asked for that to be passed with it. There's condensation on it from the beer bottle, but it's folded enough that it didn't soak all the way through, and you take it out and unfold it discreetly. It says:

'For every drink you get bought for you, you have to undo a button on your dress.'

A mischevious smirk comes to you, and you quickly discard the note onto the floor, crumpling it as you do. Apprently the boys want their turn at dictating the terms of a game, and doing it in a place like this adds some excitement to it. You take another swig of the beer, and the bitter taste of the beer flows down your throat, as one hand goes to your dress and discreetly undo another button. If you lean back, people will see the front of your bra now, but if you're casual the folds of the dress will keep it obscured.

Although most of the guys seem content to ogle your legs and backside as you idle on the stool, eventually someone has the courage to take a stool near you. Your eyes stray to a man in a deep gray suit, red tie and dress shirt. He's impeccably attired, apparently only in this dive for a quick lunch before returning to a very important job. Even as he leans on the bar to signal for the bartender, he towers over you. He has impeccable grooming; no stubble, slicked back brown hair, and his skin is smooth enough that he could easily be 25-30 - and his eyes sparkle.

"Barkeep - beer for me. And a house special for the lady over here." He motions to you and you smile.

"Thanks, but I've got a drink already." You motion with your beer, taking another swig, letting your mouth move in slightly on it as you do so in an all-too-familiar motion.

He turns to you, his eyes never leaving your body as he replies. "A woman like you shouldn't be drinking something like that in a place like this. Some people might get the wrong idea."

"Who's to say they have the wrong idea?" you reply with an impish grin, swivelling in your stool towards him. The bartender slides a beer to the businessman, and puts a red drink with an umbrella in front of you - it's obviously a fruit concoction of some sort.

"Try it." He insists, and his eyes are boring into you now - he won't take no for an answer. He's a man who doesn't do that in his work or personal life.

"Sorry." you reply. "I don't take drinks from strangers."

Smoothly, the man pulls out his wallet, and slides a business card to you. You only make a passing glance to the company name - Orstrong Developments - and notice the name on it: Mark Torsely.

"My name's Mark. And you are.....?"

You lean back a bit, giving him and any patrons on that side a hint of how far your dress is unbuttoned, while the people behind you get to see your entire back (including the bra you're wearing), picking up the drink and sipping from the straw in it. "Joy."

He's chugging back the beer as you respond - he's turned to the side for the moment - and he puts it down. He's managed to drink more of it in one gulp then you did over several minutes. Apparently this is someone who is quick and decisive in what he does. While he's away, you discreetly undo another button at the top, and now the front of your bra will be clearly visible with any movements you make- with the buttons you had undone prior to coming in, you only have four done up right now.

He notices your movements, alhtough not what you did with them. "Joy...a fitting name. I haven't seen you in here before."

"This is my first time here." You turn away from him, sipping the fruit vodka drink, and his eyes continue to bore into you. His gaze is intense, and although you're turned away from it, you can feel him watching you, and likely doing more then that in his head.

"Well, Joy, then you don't know that every time I come here, I chug back a beer, shoot a few rounds of pool, and then head back to my job. And I'd be honored if you'd play with me." He motions to a billiards table that's on the left side of the bar.

With where it is, some of the bar - to say nothing of the boys, who's booth is very close to it - will get some amazing looks at what you're doing a poor job of hiding underneath your dress with how you'd have to bend over to shoot.

"I'm not much of a pool player." you reply, and his smile stays, his gaze unfazed in his reply.

"That's okay. I'm sure you're good enough to keep things interesting."

You know full well what he means, and you turn to him to reply...