Ruby’s fiery red locks cascaded around her face like a flaming inferno as she sauntered into the dimly lit bar, her curves threatening to burst free from the confines of her skin-tight blue dress. She was a vixen, a seductress, a pin-up queen on the prowl. And tonight, she was hungry.
Her hazel eyes scanned the room, settling on a group of unsuspecting lads huddled at the end of the bar. She flashed them a predatory grin, her full lips painted a deep scarlet to match the vehemence in her gaze. Slowly, she made her way over, her stiletto heels clicking against the worn wood floor like a siren’s call.
“Girls’ night out, huh?” she said, her voice low and husky, as she slid onto a stool beside one of the men. His eyes widened, drinking in the sight of her generous cleavage and the way her dress hugged her hourglass figure.
“Oh, no,” she corrected with a wink. “This is my turn to play the predator.” Her hand shot out, grabbing his wrist and guiding it beneath the hem of her dress to cup her plush, round ass.
The man gasped, his eyes bulging at the soft, supple flesh beneath his palm. Ruby ground against him, her hips bucking in a slow, deliberate rhythm. “See how responsive I am?” she teased, her hot breath against his ear. “Just wait until you get me alone.”
Before he could respond, she had disentangled herself and sauntered off, leaving a trail of drool and flushed faces in her wake. The night was still young, and Ruby had a score to settle – with every last willing cock that dared cross her path.