As Brad ascended the stairwell to the balcony bar he noticed something profoundly wonderful. Every single bartender was a woman; implacably foreign and unbelievably beautiful. A thought occurred to him then as he scanned the dance floor from the balcony, “Everyone in this entire building is gorgeous. What the hell is with this place?” Not thinking about it too much, Brad smiled with a massive shit-eating grin, like a kid in a candy store, as he sized up every woman dancing below. Eventually, he was able to get a hold of his priorities and wander over to the bar for a drink.
The bartender who caught Brad’s wave, as he eagerly leaned over the cherry wood bar, was a tall woman with black hair, a pale complexion, big lips, and voluptuous breasts which were squeezed into a small black tank top. Brad ordered a double gin and tonic and asked the woman how long the place had been open and how come he had never seen it before. The bartender placed his drink down on the bar with little interest in conversation and answered him in the same bored accent as the doorman. “Vee have been around veddy veddy long tyme but Management has recently had some renovazions to attract a…deefferent crowd, so to speak.” Brad thanked the woman, grabbed his drink and headed towards a barstool by the edge of the balcony. The bartender’s gaze never left the back of Brad’s head and slowly, a small smile began to form on her gaunt face in the cool darkness of the bar.
Brad had decided to sit down on the side of the bar which faced the balcony so that he could easily look down onto the dance floor if he wanted to. He reasoned that it was the perfect angle to spot prime cleavage and a very fine place to spot his next victim. For the women Brad slept with often truly did become his victims. You see, although he was very wealthy and got whatever it was he wanted; Brad had a temper. It was a nasty thing and it very rarely remained in check, especially with women.
For all his observing of the dance floor below, Brad was overwhelmed. With so many beautiful women in one place at one time, how could any man choose? After a few more drinks Brad finally looked down the bar. Just a few seats from him, Brad spotted a very intriguing young woman with jet black shoulder-length hair and light brown skin. She had big almond-shaped eyes with brown pupils fringed with orange and red flecks. Her face was soft yet slim, with slightly raised cheek bones and full pouting lips. She wore a very tight and very dark red dress speckled with black sequins that pushed her breasts up and showed off every flowing curve of her body, accentuating her hips and breasts.
As Brad looked the beautiful woman over, he thought he saw a shimmer of color, like a tinted wave of heat passing over her entire body. As his mind began to wander and he started to think whether he had drank too much or not, the young woman turned, catching Brad’s stare. She returned it with a slight smile from the corner of her mouth as she bashfully played with the napkin under her martini glass. This was all the invitation Brad would need as he got off of his stool and walked over to her with his practically patented smile.
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