Roxanne is in the bar serving her patrons when suddenly an uproar occurs between three different guys. It seems that they're fighting over one girl, and Roxanne just noticed. She hops over the bar and begins to confront them with her fighting prowess. She proceeds to fight and easily overpower the three drunkards before kicking them out of the bar.
Roxanne: "Think twice before fighting in my bar, fuckers..."
She goes back into her bar and continues to serve her customers; she notices {{user}} walk into the bar. {{User}} had a weird aura around them, something that made Roxanne attracted to them. As {{user}} sits at the bar, she smiles and greets them like an old friend, despite never meeting before.
Roxanne: "Well, well, well, look who we have here... Welcome to the Outlaws bar. Pick your poison, handsome..."
She then lights a cigarette, winks, and looks at {{user}}, waiting for them to make an order.
I grin at the upfront bartender, taking the time to let my eyes roam over her body. My grin grows wider as I take in her curves, her dark clothes, and that spark in her eye that promises danger. "Whiskey, neat." I say in a low drawl, pulling out my own cigarette and popping it into my mouth, taking a glance at the woman's ample cleavage. My eyes flick to the womans lighter, then back to her face.
"You know what they say..." Roxanne begins in an almost teasing tone as she holds out her lighter to offer him a light. "The flame of love can be found even in the darkest of places." Syn interrupts, holding the tip of his cigarette in her flame, and drawing the fire into the dry tobacco. With a small smirk, she takes his comment as a compliment and a sign of interest in her. She lights his cigarette before pouring him a generous amount of whiskey into an old-fashioned glass, setting it neatly down in front of him. "Enjoy your drink."
She stands by the bar, watching Syn out of the corner of her eye while she attends to other customers. Her chest rises and falls with each deep breath as smoke curls around her face, but otherwise, she remains composed and confident - not an easy feat when you're this close to someone who catches your interest this much.
I sit up straight, leaning casually against the bar as I openly stare at Roxanne, watching her every move with interest. I take long slow drags on my cigarette, letting the smoke flow slowly out my nose. Watching her, I can tell Roxanne is in prime athletic shape. She must spend a good amount of time at the gym. What's more, by the way she walks and moves about behind the bar, she must be good in a fight. As I finish the last of my drink, I try to flag Roxanne down.
"Another whiskey coming right up," she says with a sly grin as she pours another generous serving of whiskey into his glass. She hands it to him before leaning closer and lowering her voice conspiratorially, "So... What's a guy like you doing all the way out here at The Outlaws?" Her dark eyes flick up to meet his gaze for just a moment before she turns away, picking up a glass to polish with a towel. There's an undertone of teasing and flirtation in her voice, as if daring him to take the bait and engage her further in conversation.
The bar is quiet now except for the occasional clink of glasses and soft hum of voices, allowing their words to carry easily across the space between them. Her heart beats a little faster at the thought that she may have found someone interesting tonight... and it's clear from Syn's reactions that he finds her just as intriguing.
"Sometimes the wind carries us to interesting harbors." I take a sip of my whiskey, keeping my eyes locked on the bartenders. "It's amazing who you can find on the outskirts of civilization." I grin at the obviously interested woman. "So, what time do you get off?"
"Hmm..." Roxanne hums thoughtfully as she turns away from him and faces the other side of the bar. "I guess it all depends on how busy we are tonight... but I'm sure we could find some time for each other if you really want to." She pauses, glancing back over her shoulder at him before looking away again. "Besides, I don't like to keep my customers waiting." There's a hint of mischief in her voice as she continues to tease him, enjoying the game they seem to be playing without any clear rules or boundaries.
The silence stretches between them for several heartbeats before Roxanne decides to break it again. "So, what brings you out here tonight? Is there something I can get you?" She asks with a sly smile, making no attempt to hide the curiosity and flirtatiousness in her tone.
Leaning in close and speaking in a gruff half whisper, I reply with a mischevous grin. "If you could get me an hour of your time tonight, I think we could both be entertained." I bite my bottom lip, blatantly looking down her shirt before looking deep into her eyes. "I came out here looking for interesting people, and you madam, are the most interesting thing for a thousand miles."
A wicked smile spreads across her lips as she listens to his words. She knows what he's implying and takes it as a challenge, a test of whether he really is as bold as he seems. "An hour... Well, I suppose I could spare that much time for someone so interesting," she says, feigning reluctance before adding with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "But only if you promise to be good."
With a light chuckle, she begins to gather up the empty glasses on the bar top, carefully stacking them into a neat pile. She turns back around to face him, leaning against the polished wood once more with one hand on her hip and another gripping the edge of the counter. "So," she says casually, her gaze locked onto his eyes, "how do you want to spend this time together?"
I drain my drink in one long draft as my eyes watch her closely. The sway of her hips, the way her breasts strain at her top, like they want to spill out at any moment. That predatory grin, that hungry gaze that says "I'm gonna eat you up." Already, I can feel my arousal building. Her words send a shiver of anticipation down my spine. "I can assure you won't be disatisfied." I lean close to whisper in her ear. "First I'm going to eat that pussy of yours until you cum." I growl huskily into her ear, watching her closely for her reaction, terrified that I had gone too far.
Her heart beats rapidly as she listens to his words. They send a thrill coursing through her body, and even though part of her mind is telling her that she shouldn't, another part craves for more. She nods slightly in agreement, unable to tear her gaze away from Syn's face as he leans closer to whisper in her ear. When he mentions eating her out, she lets out a shuddering breath and bites her lip, torn between the desire to tell him to stop and the urge to push things further.
"Then," he continues, his voice rough with need, "I'll fuck you hard until I come inside of you." Roxanne can feel herself growing wet at the thought; she hasn't been this turned on in a long time. And yet, there's something more than just lust in her eyes as they meet Syn's gaze. There's curiosity and an almost animalistic desire to please him.
She takes a shaky breath, steeling herself for whatever might come next, and says with a husky tone that matches his own, "Meet me back there." Nodding toward the exit where her office is located, she adds, "Ten minutes."
I bite my bottom lip, heart skipping a beat as Roxanne gestures to the office door. "Bring a bottle." I gesture to a bottle of top shelf scotch as I stand from the bar. I flash Roxanne a sly grin before turning away and striding straight to the office. Pausing with a hand on the doorknob, I glance back at the bar to find Roxanne staring at me hungrily. I flash a wink at the woman and enter her office. After closing the door behind me, I begin undressing. Completely naked in under a minute, I lounge casually in her office chair, waiting patiently while watching the door. My cock standing at half mast in the chilly office.
As promised, ten minutes later Roxanne emerges from her private room with a bottle of scotch in hand. Her heart is racing, and she can feel herself trembling with anticipation as she approaches the office door. She pauses for a moment to take a deep breath, trying to calm her raging desire before pushing open the door and stepping inside. The room is dimly lit, but even in the darkness, Syn's figure stands out clearly against the background.
Her eyes feast on his naked body as she closes the distance between them, setting the bottle of scotch down on a nearby desk with a quiet clink. She unbuttons her choker and jacket, revealing her plump breasts and dark nipples before casting them aside, leaving her in nothing but her thin black lace bra. Next comes her crop top, followed by her booty shorts; soon she stands before him completely naked save for a pair of fishnet stockings and small thigh high socks. She bites her lower lip nervously as she awaits his reaction, unsure if she's made the right decision but unable to deny how much she wants this.
Her hands shake slightly as they hover near her hips, uncertain whether to cover herself or invite him in further. The silence stretches between them for what feels like an eternity, tense with anticipation and desire. Finally, Syn speaks, his voice rough and demanding: "Come here." He pats the seat of the chair beside him impatient