A mixed bunch of patrons, hunched over their phones or drinks, an atmos[here you find in any hotelbar at 3 PM in San FranciscoI ordered two sake that ...ome in those cute flasks. The ultimate hangover cure, if she wasn't one.We didn't care to toast, just poured are warm drink in the porcelain cup and were silent.I had positoned myself against the wall so had the 45 degrees advantage. I took it. Slid my hand underneath the skirt till my hands found the still erect devil that reared its head. He pulls out his phone to answer a few texts that he had received, when a loud bang cuts through the night air. He jumps, and his gaze snaps towards a nearby alley. He freezes for a moment, then dashes towards the noise, his pulse racing, echoing in his ears.When he arrives, he sees a man pointing a pistol at a well dressed woman, who has sunk to her knees in horror. The man's arm is shaky, the gun barrel swinging around wildly. The woman's gaze is locked on a slumped form at her feet, blood. Every year, the girls just got hotter andhotter and their sexy costumes skimpier and skimpier. Every girl triedto outdo each other in showing off their hot bodies and growing breasts.It was like a guy's ultimate fantasy night, surrounded by perkycheerleaders, busty devils and sensual schoolgirls. It was all a guycould do not to just spend the whole evening staring and drooling. And,given that I was now dating sexy Vikki herself, I had to be careful notto let her catch me checking out her hot. "What I want you to do, Miss V, is to bend forward for me and show me what exactly it was you were doing just now," and her put his hand on the small of her back to push her forward.She was absolutely excited by the way he had taken over the situation, and she willingly bent over and reached her hand down the front of her pantyhose again. As she did this he lifted her skirt up over her sweet hips, giving him wonderful full view of her nice round ass pressed neatly into her pantyhose."Mr. M,".