"Want any ice?" The bartender asked, as she shook up my drink in a mixer.
"No thank you." I replied, eyes on her swaying hips. Just the two of us left in the dusty tavern.
"Ok." She replied, undoing her belt and peeling her tight, black pants down a quarter. One glimpse of her pale cheeks before she placed her plump posterior down over the opened ice-chest.
A sweet sigh, a muffled moan, and the song of yellow water dancing and splattering upon each glittering crystal.
"Mmm...how about now?" She winked.
