Busy London pub

alltyedup

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It’s a busy Thursday night. The nags head is full and I’m sitting with a glass of red wine slowly sipping. My tight jeans outlines my tight but plump ass and the t shirt I have on only just hides my curves. I’m out to forget and enjoy the nigh
 
It’s a busy Thursday night. The nags head is full and I’m sitting with a glass of red wine slowly sipping. My tight jeans outlines my tight but plump ass and the t shirt I have on only just hides my curves. I’m out to forget and enjoy the nigh
I’m wearing a polo shirt, slacks. I look at you and say. “Looks like you’ve had as bad of a week as I have” I pick up my drink and say cheers.
 
I glance over at the cluster of people eyeing a woman obviously dressed for attention and smile. Hopeful people tend to buy a fair amount of drinks, and less likely but more enticingly, every once in awhile, everyone shoots their shot and misses, leaving someone looking for a good time with no-one interesting to talk to save for the bartender. I straighten up my tie and check my hair quickly in the small mirror stashed underneath the bar before snagging a bottle of what she’s drinking and making my way over her way. “Another glass?” I offer, flashing a warm smile before looking around the others, an open invitation for anyone else to place an order. “Busy night tonight, but if you need anything at all, don’t hesitate to ask.”
 
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