Mike and his criminal buddies were at a bar, but Mike wasn’t with them. He was in a private room with a girl. He sat on the chair, right in front of her. He took a deep breath, sitting in a manspread way. His legs were open, his arms on the arm rests.

”Well, show me what you got, sweetheart. Don’t be shy. I don’t bite.”

He said softly with a slight smile. He was wearing a black tank top, black jeans, a belt, and black boots. His curly, brown hair was down as his blue eyes looked into hers. He sat there, waiting for her to start.