Top secret, or the secret in my top
Last night I noticed this guy was leering at me from the back of the bar. I tried a little teasing from far away, but he wouldn’t make a move. Then, I walked next to him, grabbed my breasts and pouted like a supermodel with a screw loose and said in a soft, sexy voice “Do you like what you see?”. We both had a great laugh with some fashion industry impersonations. Come and see some of my best impressions.
