The bar was almost void, it was still early in the night and the sax twirled in air, mixed with the scents of beer and the hot, stifled air that came in from the open door. I drank a beer, enjoying the cold liquid and the bitter taste that went down my throat while my eyes darted the women dancing in the dancefloor, the skirts flopping around, pairs of beautiful legs twisting my lust. The minutes flew by, the jazz filling my ears that already buzzed from the alchool and I saw a group of three girls just giggling and talking across the room. All of them were tempting of their own way. One of the brunettes was small, with tight leather pants hugging that perfectly shaped ass and small, braless boobs swaying to the beat of the music, threatning to jump out of her white top. She turned, letting me appreciate that perfect shaped back, all that naked tantalizing smooth skin... I felt my cock growing, my mind racing to slide my hands across that torso, my lips tasting the sweet skin of her neck... The beer slided across my suddenly dry throat while a lusty grin brew on my face. All of a sudden, her blonde friend notices me oggling and my eyes turn to the most interesting ceiling corner ever. I curse the drinks that make me so unbridled that I'm noticed on a now moderately filled bar. A few moments later I tentively look in the general direction but apparently I'm still in the radar, damn! I focus on appreciating my drink, my tongue restless and sensitive, definitely too aroused by now. Although my eyes are not there my mind still imagines that back and that body. I'm distracted by a voice ordering a mojito next to me, seeing one of her friends asking it. I'm surprised but I take the oportunity to apologize earlier, I really didn't notice how obvious I was beeing. She stiffled a laugh, pointing out how so not subtle I was. I whince at the commentary, but being an habitué of the place I could pull some small talk, finding that they were from out of town, here on vacation. As an apology, I sent a drink of her friends choosing for that black haired beauty on the group. Being known as a creep in not on my bucket list. I turn to face the stage where my friends are playing, listening to the music and relaxing. They're good, but I knew that when I got them the gig, otherwise I wouldn't trusted them this night. The sax player gestures me to come to the stage and I wasn't going to deny an invitation by such a fantastically bust girl. She just turned to me and asked for my help in the piano. I wasn't really counting on it tonight and already a bit drunk so I started to refuse, but she just pleaded, bending over so I could hear her on the stage. There is nothing a guy can do to resist to a woman pleading him a favor (especially when she's giving such a delicious show). I climb to the stage while my friend tries to get an applause from the room. I look to the bar and I stil see that girl, looking at the comotion from the bar counter, sipping from the cocktail she just got.