Chapter 125

• Sin street
• He saw her wandering down the most famous street of debauchery and sin. Despite the immense crowd of drunken fools, he easily picked her out, sliding easily through the crowd as if it were the Red Sea parting in front of her. Many of the other men in the crowd saw her too. It was hard not to stare- a petite brunette, long hair to her waist, with a tight body emphasized by the tighter jeans hiding her long legs, topped off with spiked heels. Even in her high heels, she moved with a grace that was ill-placed on the dirty street fraught with obstacles like a homeless man and countless wasted frat boys. He follows her into one of the many bars, easily blending into the pulsing crowd. Her voice carries above the noise of the revelers, "Rum and coke, please," - a rather hard drink for a seemingly soft girl. He walks up to the bar next to her, smiling, "Make that two." The bartender complies as her gaze connects with his own; for a split second, he thinks he's going to be turned down, but instead her deep brown eyes light up with a smirk that makes his cock twitch in his pants. "I assume you owe me a drink," she jokes slyly. He smiles back, drinking the liquid the bartender has placed before him. "Guess I can't resist a beautiful woman with good taste."
• She laughs, and drinks her drink. "Good. I can't resist a man with a generous wallet." Her laugh sends tingles down his spine; it's mischievous and inviting, but so seemingly innocent he questions the validity of her claim. "Ah, so you like rich men?"