Mediterranean holidays

“Phew! I can’t believe how hot this place is!”, you say to your self as you start getting ready for another night out. Still you’re glad that you came to the Turkish resort town of Antalya with your best friend Christine. It is the first time in three years, ever since you met your boyfriend Nick, that you had the chance to go on a holiday with your best friend and relive the wild days of university.

Not that you got to see Christine for long, of course. She bailed out on you from the very first night here, after she met that cute local guy at the club. Since then she occasionally disappears, sometime for the whole day, leaving you alone with nothing much to do apart from going for a swim. At least she and her boyfriend have agreed to meet you today in what they say is the hottest bar in town for a long night out.

You smile to yourself thinking all that as you put on your earrings and check yourself in the mirror. Your name is Cindy, a 25 year old with a petite but athletic body, and even if your breasts are not as full as you’d want them to be, you know you have a pair of well toned legs and a firm butt that drives most guys crazy. You’ve made sure that it’ll be noticed by wearing a skimpy short red and white dress and high strap heels that highlight that part of your body. You have a beautiful face, with striking blue eyes, a cute nose and a killer smile.

Having put the final touches of your make up you leave your hotel room and ask the reception for a taxi to take you downtown. You can notice that the taxi driver is paying more attention to his rear window than infront of him, probably trying to get a glimpse of your legs beneath your short skirt. You get to your apointment infront of the bar on time, only to find out that Christine has once again let you down. She's probably forgotten herself in the arms of her new boyfriend. After waiting for twenty minutes or more you decide that you've had enough and that you're going to have fun with or without her!

You get inside the bar, which is literary packed with young people dancing to the blaring pop music. The air is hot and stuffy, but soon you get used to it and head to the bar to get your drink. You start sipping your vodka drink, scanning the dimly lit room for Christine. You are interrupted by the barman, who hands you over another vodka drink "from the gentleman across the bar" as he informs you. You smile briefly to yourself and look over to the man who bought you the drink. You see a rather seedy looking man in his thirties, who dispite the heat is wearing a flashy silver suit and a white shirt open enough to show a good portion of his hairy chest and his golden chain.

As you look over to him he smiles at you raises his glass.