Nicole Allison

You take a big gulp from your drink, and edge you way over to Nicole. She turns her head, almost in dismissal, toward you.

"Yeah?" she says, her long legs shuffling to the music unconsciously.

"I just wanted to ask you about global warming," you say. You watch her dark green eyes flare into emerald with rage. Her chest heaves, and suddenly you think your original B-cup estimate may have been one size too small.

"Yeah, what about it?" she says, leaning close to your ear to hear your response. You can smell the strong Vodka on her breathe, but that doesn't matter. Her perfume is amazing. A mixture of herbal scents and her natural musk fills your nostrils as her face is centimeters from her neck. You look down her blouse to see her breasts firmly pressed together under her silky top and business jacket.

"I think...