Bad Idea (Closed)

I was looking for David, too, albeit for a much different reason then she was. But when I saw her walk in, watching from my corner booth with a beer in hand, an evil, sly smirk crossed my face. The darkness of this dank hole-in-the-wall hid the look, not that seeing it would have betrayed my ill intentions for the skimpily dressed young woman who'd just walked in without a care in the world.

It helped that she didn't seem to have a very short skirt on...check that. I took a swig of my beer as I saw from the stool she was sitting on that she didn't have a skirt on at all. Just a long, button down shirt and whatever she had on under it.

Also, a factor not in her favor was that I knew she was David's girlfriend, although I hadn't met her...he'd bragged about her, showing us pictures of her and boasting about how 'hot' she was, and how she'd never leave him. I was no expert, but judging by her coming to a place like this, dressed like that, it seemed like David had made another mistake in judgement.

Much like she had in coming here, although she didn't know that yet.

I put the beer down and stood up. Most girls got catcalls and hollers in this place, but the mood around her was different. She'd charged the atmosphere a bit, waltzing in here dressed like that, and there was an edge, a bite to the calls. The men wanted more then just a smile and a kind look from her.

And so did I. After all, I was Ian Plank. And I was her boyfriend's drug dealer, and the one guy in this bar who could get her out of here without something bad happening to her.

Not that I had that in mind. But even as the men leered at her, lusted after her openly, I kept my expression neutral, and my own plans for her hidden. Dressed in a black t-shirt and jeans, and a leather jacket, I made my way over to a stool next to her, leaning against the bar.

"Bartender, give the lady a drink. Whatever she wants." I knew the owner of this place, and that he knew damn well I'd be paying for more then one drink for her tonight. Turning towards her, I nodded politely. "Normally, I'd trade the drink for a name, but I understand if you want to protect some of your modesty." I gave a pointed look towards her busty torso, and her long, smooth legs, exposed by her shirt riding up so high. "Still, if you wanted to be polite..."

I slid onto the stool with an easy, giving smile. I had to make her *mostly* forget where she was, what she was wearing...only that someone was talking to her, and had bought her a drink. I mean, I knew her name, but saying that would have given something away about me, and as far as I could tell she didn't know who I was. She would in time, but for now, that particular mystery would stay where it was.

"My name's Jessie. What's your name?"

Her leaning forward gave me a better view down that shirt of hers, not quite buttoned down low enough for me to tell what else she wasn't wearing...although from the way her tits were pushing out against her shirt, it seemed like she'd gone sans bra, too.

"Ian." There was a chance David had mentioned me, but ideally not in the capacity of his drug dealer, since I knew that Jessie didn't think much of that particular habit of his. I waited for her drink to be bought to her, and gave her a nod with another large swig of my own, nodding at the bartender to get me another one, as mine was almost empty.

"First drink's free...let me know when you want another one and I'll tell you the price." I teased. "So, Jessie...what's on your mind? I can tell something's bothering you..."

It was nice to have been proven right once in a while. That clueless fool, David, had decided to forget how lucky he was to have a woman as nice as Jessie. And as hot as her, too. But he spoke enough about her coherently that I knew she just wasn't tits and ass; not that her being 'nice' would keep me from taking full advantage of those particular luscious features of her body...

"His loss." I smirked back at her, grabbing my new beer with a jerk of my hand as she asked me a question.

"Anyway Ian, tell me about yourself? Surely you don't come up to every girl who drinks here."

I gave her a look of mock offense, looking to be insulted by the comment even if it was obvious I was taking her tease in the spirit it was intended. "Only the ones I think are worth the time." I let the comment linger in the air (and to give her a chance to finish that drink of hers, or at least guzzle it down a bit more) before continuing. "I mean, sure, you're hot, and your boyfriend's an idiot for letting you go...but that's not it, either." Well, it was mostly it, but she didn't have to know that.

"I can't quite place it, to be honest...but something about you caught my eye. Maybe it was the...confidence. To come into a place like this without a care in the world. I admire that."

Without a care, or a skirt, or a bra...I was trying to steal glances down towards her legs, seeing if I could catch a peek at what she was wearing or her hips, if anything. The guys around us weren't being so discreet, but she couldn't keep her eyes on all of them at once, and this place was known for being a bit of a haven for lecherous bastards. Myself included, but she didn't know that yet.

"Thanks Ian, really." I subtly inclined my head in acknowledgment of her thanks, and saw (and felt) her hand pat mine as she continued. "You know, I think I'm ready for that second drink."

Money was no object for me - the bartender knew I'd held tabs well into four digits before, and I hadn't even broke a hundred bucks yet - but of course innocent old Jessie couldn't know that now, could she? I leaned back, hesitating to wave the bartender over as I gave her an appraising look. "Hmmm. Well, I did say more drinks could carry a price with them, so..." I already knew what I was going to ask for. "...undo two buttons on your shirt and you'll get another drink."

I waved the barkeep over after that, before taking another long swig of my own, assuming she'd say yes. "The next one might cost more." I said playfully. She was wearing so little, so every inch of exposed skin was really exciting, and dangerous for her...

Her sly, simple reply as she 'negotiated' her way down to one button - getting her to show more at all was a win in my book, especially with how little she was wearing to begin with. "Let's hope that this drink doesn't fill me up then." I gave her a knowing glance, thinking if many other ways that I could 'fill her up'...and intended to before the night was over.

"See, that's what I saw in you. You're daring, brazen, almost aggressive to come into a rundown place like this. Dressed like you are." I took a quick peek at the flesh exposed by the button she'd undone, the sight of her fingers doing it could only be bested by doing it myself. A thought entered my head about the 'next' price for her drink; I could tell by her manner that she'd had one or two before coming here.

"So what do you do, Jessie? When you're not getting free drinks in bars with that hot body of yours, anyways."

"A model? I could believe that." I grinned back at her; my eyes giving her barely clad body a long, not too discreet lookover. Her offer after that surprised me; but I wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"That'd be great.". I nodded back, pulling out my iphone, pointing it at her. "Think fast." I got the phone's camera on and took a quick shot of her, grinning as I did. "Not often I see a hottie dressed in public like you."

"Now, show me these other photos of you..." I leaned close to her so she could show me those exciting photos of her...

Either she didn't know I was trying to look down her shirt to view her braless tits beneath, or didn't care. I wouldn't complain either way - secretly hoping it was the latter, since the prospect of her wanting me to ogle that body was a very good thing - and I gave a very appreciative look both at her and at the photo I was etching into my brain. It wasn't that she didn't look hot, but half of being hot was the attitude she had- playful, not caring that she was cupping her big tits for the camera.

"Nice." I said, taking another large swig of my drink, a moment passing before I looked at her. "I mean, I would've gotten something a little more...racy, and brazen, since you've clearly got the body for it." I shrugged. "But what do I know, I'm not a photographer, after all."

"Do you have any other ones you think I'd like?" I asked with a playful tone.

It was more then just 'good enough', and by the way I locked my eyes onto the cleavage the picture was showing, it was fairly clear she'd pick up on that too. So I took a good, long look before giving her a sly smirk. "Almost perfect." I nodded. "Only thing that would be that would be seeing it in the flesh..." I liked the atmosphere here, and the way her brazen display of skin had pushed it higher. There was an edge in the air, even if nobody was hooting as much as they had before; her legs were still bare, and the way she moved around the stool, and was flirting with me...they all wanted to be me.

And I intended to make them all very jealous. "I think you look better without a bra...tell me, Jessie, are you wearing one right now?" It was pretty clear what the answer was, but making her admit it in a place like this was so very enticing...

"Are you ready for another drink?"

Seeing her lean on her elbow was almost as delicious as hearing her answer to my question. "Well...I shouldn't be telling you this but...no." And then she unbuttoned a button on her blouse, revealing more of her collarbone and cleavage before speaking again. "And yes, I'm ready for that drink."

"Good." I said with a smirk before calling the bartender. "But I haven't asked for your payment yet." With a teasing shake of my head, I gave her a sigh of mock dissapointment. "But if you want that drink, the button stays undone." It was a lot to ask of her with how little she was wearing, but she was the one who'd come here like that...my smile was devious, and maybe a little dangerous as I continued.

"I'll be nice, though...you can either undo two more buttons for your drink..." I started, knowing that was incredibly brazen of me. "...or you let me undo one myself. Wherever I want." I placed my hand on her bare knee, my first touch of her sending a surge of excitement through me as I knew where this was going. "So which will it be?"

Well, the drinks hadn't impaired her judgment as much as I had thought, but I waved the bartender over, letting him pour whatever drink she wanted - it was clear she could hold her liquor, and might've been a bit of a party girl. Typical for a model. But even as the drink got poured, my eyes never left hers, as I wanted her to know what was coming.

As soon as it was done, I let my hand trail up her bare thigh to the hem of her blouse/shirt, teasing the fabric and shifting it around. "Hmmm....what should I choose...." I moved the hand off of her, still staring at her as my fingers seemed to consider each button in turn, lingering at the one that was done up near the top of her blouse. She'd undone two so far, and another would reveal so much more of her big tits to me and the greed, lecherous men in the bar....

...but my hand went down, my fingers deftly undoing the one at the bottom, spreading the sides so that more of her upper thighs were revealed. "Very nice." I grinned as I let my gaze linger on her thighs and the panties beneath them before turning back to her. "I like your taste in outfits." I said darkly, teasingly with another long drink.

"I'm glad to hear that." I let my gaze linger on her little thong a bit as she sipped her drink. "I hope that the price of my next drink won't be another button. Otherwise I won't be able to continue for much longer."

A chuckle escaped my throat as I let the moment linger, taking in every inch of her exposed skin, the shirt open at her throat and now at her hips, too. "I'm sure we could find something to do." It was no mystery what I was talking about, and I looked towards an empty pool table at the side.

"Do you play?" I asked, inclining my head towards the racks. "I'd be willing to play with you - first could game for fun until I see how good you are." Seeing her bend over in that skimpy little outfit of hers would be payment enough. "It's been a while since I've played..."

If under one day counted as a while, anyways. I hoped she was tipsy enough to reject my offer of charity, and I could afford to let her win one anyways. But once we got going...

"Me too." Her eager grin was good for me to see on her, and then the allurring Jessie made it even better. "But you know what? Why don't we make the games more interesting? We play for drinks?" With a nod, I got up, and I motioned for her to lead the way to the table. It seemed like every male was trying to eye her up, seeing her open shirt, her little thong and tight ass visible to anyone in the bar taking half a second to look at her. If they were taking a full second, well...

"Yeah,playing for drinks is a good first game." I racked up the balls hesitantly, getting them ready for her as if I didn't really know what I was doing. "8 ball goes in the middle, right?" I asked with a smile. "Don't worry. I'm not *that* clueless."

Although by the way I was planning on shooting, it'd look that way. My first shot 'barely' missed, conveniently setting her up for a shot on one of her own balls. "That's not a good start." I sighed theatrically. She might've been watching me, but everyone else was watching her, and I pulled out my phone before her next shot. With how little she was wearing, it'd be hard for her not to show off a bit, and I intended to get some pictures of it.

If she asked, I could play it off as giving her some potential photo ideas for another shoot. Or a memento of the time I got beat by a girl at pool.