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The week had been long, full of tedious complaints from well-meaning customers.  Now it was Friday night and it was time to think about what she needed—to be treated like a desirable woman.  Her personal philosophy was simple, there was nothing wrong with liking sex and so she partook, wholeheartedly.  Passion was a beautiful and natural way to express how she felt in some of the deepest parts of herself.  She openly embraced the vulnerability she found when submitting her body to another’s demands.

Alice looked first at one man, and then the other, taking their measure by what she saw reflected in their demeanors and eyes.  What she saw coming back at her from both their chocolate brown gazes was exactly how she saw herself—a soft, feminine, and sexy woman.

She was attracted to them both, but there was something very special about the man who’d taken the lead with her.  A man who was confident and self-assured was very appealing.

She’d instantly felt drawn to him.  First she took in his appearance, then that of his friend, and quickly concluded they were both the epitome of wholesome, clean-cut, good-looking men. 

It wouldn’t have surprised anyone if they’d walked right out of a fashion advertisement in their faded t-shirts, well-worn button fly jeans, complete with holes and frayed edges, and sneakers.  But she’d bet the house their normal clothing for work was suits, shirts and ties.  Without a doubt they’d look just as handsome in those fancier clothes as they did in these casual togs. 

This bar was special, a place where no false promises were ever offered.  She’d chosen to wear something that flagrantly showed the state of mind she was in.  Tonight she was eager to please the right man, or men, and the condition of these twos cocks made it clear they’d come for more than a casual beer.

The discomfort in her knees and odd position of her arms refocused her attention on the man who held the key to her fulfillment.  Her body hummed with excitement. 

Yes, tonight would be a spectacular night.

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