It was an average Friday night for me. I just got off of work and decided to hit up the local singles bar, my average Friday routine. I had been drinking my usual of Scotch on the Rocks, scoping out the women that were here tonight. There were a few of the regulars, and a few new gals, but nobody had particularly caught my eye. That’s when she came in. The second she entered the room, all the eyes were on her, from the girls who wanted to be her and the guys that wanted to be with her. She walked in with the confidence that only came with being as drop-dead gorgeous as she was and knowing it. She wore a sexy black dress that was short enough to make you stare, but still left some to the imagination, not to mention that it made her breasts look absolutely stunning. She walked up to the bar and sat down and looked around the room. I knew that every guy would soon be trying to win her over, but luckily for me, she sat down only 2 seats away. I seized the opportunity and walked up to her. She was looking the other way as I walked up. I asked if I could buy her a drink, she turned and glanced me over and appeared to like what she saw as she accepted my offer. She ordered a standard rum and coke, as I looked at her beauty. “What might your name be?” I asked. “Emma” she replied as she took another sip of her drink, “And your’s?” She asked. “Josh” I replied. We continued to talk, mostly small talk. After a little while, she said “Well you seem to be a nice enough guy.” “I try,” was my response. “You know what they say about nice guys…they always finish last” “Of course they do!” I stated matter-of-factly, as I leaned closer to her and whispered, “we make sure our woman finish first, over and over again” I sat back up straight and started to take another sip.
“Is that so?” She said, obviously aroused by what I had said. I winked over the rim of my glass.