Before I dance for him, I take in the attractive man's features. Long, curly, chocolate hair, green eyes that make you melt, pink, kissable lips. "Why are you just staring at me?" He asks me, smiling and taking in my features. "I've never seen anyone as attractive as you." I reply. "I've never seen a woman as pretty as you." He says to me, making me smile widely and show my dimples. "You look like a million bucks." I say. "I should. I'm worth way more." "So you are wealthy. I knew it." "So are you going to dance for me or what?" He says while smiling. I turn around, bend over, and shake my ass. Then, I grip his thighs with both of my hands and hover over his lap, moving my hips round and round. I stand up and he grabs my ass and squeezes it.
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"Can I take you home?" The attractive man asks me. "Maybe. What's your name?" "Harry Styles." "Well Mr. Styles, my shift ends at 9." "Okay. I'll wait for you. And I didn't catch your name." "Honey Hazel." He shakes his head and smiles. "No, I meant your real name." "Hazel Brown." "Well Ms. Hazel, look for me at 9." He caresses my arm and leaves to sit at the bar.
*5 minutes later*
Mark walks up to me. "Who was that?" He asks me and caresses my arm. "None of your business, Mr. Stower and get your hands off of me." He does as told, looks down, and smiles. He lifts his head back up. "You know you want me. Don't fight it. Someday, you'll see." He says and walks away. Gosh, I can't stand that guy.
