The businessman

There's a businessman who shows up here every once in a while. He's sitting at a table by himself, and you can tell that he's running low on coffee. If that isn't the perfect time to strike, you don't know what is.

You pull down the hemline of your shirt, making sure you can show off what little cleavage you have. It's a start, you think to yourself. You rush over, a fresh pot of coffee in your hand. "Hey, sir," you say, infusing those two lines with as much sultry heat as you can. "Could I top that up for you?"

The businessman looks up from his paper and smiles at you. You take note that his eyes catch for a moment on your chest, and you smile with satisfaction. "Sure," he says.

"And..." you say. "Is there anything else I could get for you?" You wink at him after that. No reason to be subtle, you don't have much time to get this cash.