"What's a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?" Frank asked, wiping a glass with a dirty rag.
She rolled her eyes, "Spare me the pickup line, Frank. I'm here for a drink, not a date."
Frank chuckled, "Fair enough. What'll it be?"
She scanned the room, taking in the various patrons and their attempts at flirting with her. She smirked, amused by their efforts but uninterested. Her eyes landed on a man sitting in the corner, nursing a drink and looking lost in thought. She was intrigued by his brooding demeanor and made a snap decision.
She sauntered over to his table, her hips swaying provocatively. She leaned down, her lips close to his ear, and whispered, "I've got a bite-sized surprise for you. Want to see it?"
The man, taken aback by her boldness, hesitated for a moment before agreeing. She led him back to the bar, her hand firmly gripping his. Frank raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
She hopped up onto the counter, pulling the man between her legs. She began to undo his belt, her movements confident and assured. The man, unable to believe what was happening, could only watch as she pulled out his member.
She looked up at him, a wicked grin on her face. She raised the member to her lips, her eyes never leaving his. She took a bite, her teeth sinking into the flesh. The man let out a gasp, both in shock and pleasure.
She continued to eat, her movements slow and deliberate. She occasionally looked up at the man, her eyes sparkling with amusement. He could only watch as she finished, licking her lips with a satisfied smile on her face.
She hopped down from the counter, patting the man on the chest. "Thanks for the snack," she said, sauntering out of the bar.
As she walked away, she couldn't help but laugh to herself, already planning her next adventure.
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