I meandered across the street and into the dimly lit hotel bar after a long day of meetings. She sat perched at the end of the bar, as she always did on these trips, sipping a neat mid-shelf bourbon in a black cocktail dress with fire engine red high heels adorning her feet and silk gloves pulled up to her elbows.
I sat next to her and ordered my drink. My usual, a scotch with two ice cubes. As we sipped our drinks and exchanged pleasantries her legs brushed against mine and my left hand crept slowly up her inner thigh.
Minutes later, as I stood up to accept my second drink I whispered into her ear. “Take off your panties and give them to me.”
“Yes, sir” she replied as she scanned the room before retreating down a nearby hallway.