I was sitting at the bar, simply scanning the room. I had noticed him glance in my direction several times. I finished my drink and slid off the bar stool. I straightened my short black mini skirt and grabbed my purse. Then I walked across the bar to the table where he and his friends were seated. I had his attention from the moment I stood up. I maintained eye contact as I stepped right up to him. "Fuck me," I artlessly stated. He looked momentarily stunned, and looked at his friends to see if he had heard me correctly. From their expressions he could tell he had. I turned and walked to the exit, confident he would follow.