Out for drinks

'We should go out for drinks tonight John," Natalie tells you as soon as she has emerged from her locker room, wearing a slinky red dress that left no doubt where the night might be heading, "that way we can get to know each other without business really getting in the way."

"I'm down, Natalie," you tell her, and truth be told, even if you weren't already, seeing her in that dress likely would've done it.

"I know a place that will keep the drinks flowing until we both fall over," she tells you, only half-seriously, as she heads for your car and gives you the directions to the place, choosing to let you drive.

"I'd kind of like to see you that drunk Natalie," you tell her, flirting with her as she sits in the passenger seat and unzips the dress a little, giving you a little more of her tits to look at as you struggle to keep your eyes on the road.

"Really? I bet I know why you would..." she whispers in your ear, tracing her finger along the inside of your thighs as your dick grows hard.

"Lucky for you, I do plan on getting smashed tonight," she tells you, "what happens after that is entirely up to you, baby."