Lucia nursed her drink while she sat at the bar. She dangled the cherry in front of her lips, sticking her tongue out to grab the fruit into her mouth.
She knew that she had the attention of every man in the room. But there was only one man that she wanted to come over to her. He had been sitting over at a table in the corner for the last twenty minutes, working on a pitcher of beer. His eyes had been glued to her, hence the show she was putting on.
“Wouldn't I love to be that cherry.”
Lucia sat her glass down on the bar counter.
“I'm sure that you would,” she replied to the stranger. As she leaned over, he got a full view of her round D cup breasts.
She was careful to flirt with the stranger in front of her just enough to make her admirer at the corner table more…
