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The barista's eyes linger on you as he hands you your coffee, a slow smile spreading across his face. You feel a surge of confidence, the feminine power coursing through you. You lean against the counter, subtly pushing your chest forward.
"Thanks for the great service," you practically purr, batting your eyelashes. "And the coffee. I'm sure it'll be delicious, just like the view."
The barista's smile widens, his gaze flickering between your face and the swell of your breasts. "Anytime, beautiful. Let me know if you need anything else."
You take your coffee, holding it aloft like a trophy as you saunter away. You can feel his eyes boring into your back, the heat of his stare warming your skin. It's intoxicating, this newfound ability to command attention with a glance, a tilt of your hips.
You take a seat at a small table, crossing your legs slowly. The dress rides up your thighs, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of skin. You sip your coffee, hyper-aware of the eyes that find you. The world feels different, charged with a new kind of energy.
A group of guys at the table across from you are openly gawking, their conversation dying as you catch their eye. One of them, a tall, dark-haired man with a chiseled jaw, meets your gaze and smirks. You hold his stare, a coy smile playing on your lips, before turning back to your coffee with a subtle bite of your lower lip.
The game is on. You're a stranger in a strange land, but you're quickly learning the rules. And you're determined to play them to your advantage.
"Thanks for the great service," you practically purr, batting your eyelashes. "And the coffee. I'm sure it'll be delicious, just like the view."
The barista's smile widens, his gaze flickering between your face and the swell of your breasts. "Anytime, beautiful. Let me know if you need anything else."
You take your coffee, holding it aloft like a trophy as you saunter away. You can feel his eyes boring into your back, the heat of his stare warming your skin. It's intoxicating, this newfound ability to command attention with a glance, a tilt of your hips.
You take a seat at a small table, crossing your legs slowly. The dress rides up your thighs, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of skin. You sip your coffee, hyper-aware of the eyes that find you. The world feels different, charged with a new kind of energy.
A group of guys at the table across from you are openly gawking, their conversation dying as you catch their eye. One of them, a tall, dark-haired man with a chiseled jaw, meets your gaze and smirks. You hold his stare, a coy smile playing on your lips, before turning back to your coffee with a subtle bite of your lower lip.
The game is on. You're a stranger in a strange land, but you're quickly learning the rules. And you're determined to play them to your advantage.
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