Whatever goes good with getting the fuck out of town...

"Whatever goes good with getting the fuck out of town..." you respond.

The waitress is more than happy to oblige and gets you four shots of tequila and shoots two of them with you. She takes them without pause or even making a face, shooting them even better than you do.

"I'm Mandy," she says after a second. "I'll be here for you all night. And I have just the thing to follow up after that tequila."

"What's that?" you ask.

"If you play your cards right, I'm sure you'll get a taste of it," she says filthily and gives you a wink before getting up from your booth. You watch as she walks, her ass swaying, her tight jeans accentuating every curve she has below her waist.

"Damn," you say after you realize you've been holding your breath. She throws a glance over her shoulder and catches you studying her ass like it's fine art. She throws you another Lusty grin and goes to help another few customers, while you stare and start to feel the tequila hit you harder.

You watch her if she's laughing a little easier, throwing little glances your way once in awhile. You're not sure how much later it is, but she brings four more drinks over for each of you after she has her customers at the bar taken care of. The place is almost dead, so she might be able to sit here for a while.

"Let's play a game. There are eight shots here, two each of 4 different tequilas. Some are top shelf, some are weak sauce. Not even I'm sure which ones are which. Take a shot ask a question or give an order," Mandy says with a grin.

"Like truth or dare...but not for high schoolers," you say, unable to suppress a chuckle. She nods, and takes a shot. If you had to guess, you say it's one of the weaker ones, it went down like water.