The BarMature

  'I know, I do?' Greta responded back to him.  Smiling that devil may care smile. Ran her hands through her gorgeous locks of her blonde hair to draw her closer to her.

    That was until another customer drew his attention from her. The other customer was well built herself casting her gaze at him. Bitch, and did not like this blonde.  'Look at her hips they were huge as were her breasts. Probably had a boob job and butt job, too!'

      'Can you get off your stilts?  Dame!" Greta suggested, she did not need this tramp to ruin things.


  'I am not shrimp!' the blonde declared who towered over the bartender

 'without the stilts you would be about my size!' Greta stated, putting her fists on her hips

    'Look shrimp, I am without!  I would like to place my order!' she declared, 'Got it!'

  'Yeah, I got it!' Greta snarled back.


 The bartender was unsure as to what he should do; cast his eyes at the guards just inside his visual range than looked than looked at them.  'What would you like?'


          'Something smooth as velvet and soft as satin! Think you can do it!  Maybe even you!  Can you see what you can do?'|


         "Just you wait and see?" he smiled impishly, tonight be good.


   Greta slipped her card to the bar keep when he turned to deal with her, again Saying, ‘Yes, Can you dump the bitch!'

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