The slightly plastic scent made Emilian’s nose twitch. Did chicks really think men wanted them to smell like strawberries? He couldn’t stand it. Vanilla, or freesias, or any of the other ridiculously flowery perfumes and lotions they coated themselves with either. He preferred a woman that smelled like a woman, not a god damned flower shop. “I don’t normally come to places like this,” she confided, giving him a quick look from beneath her artificially dark lashes. Tammy, or maybe it was Tara, snuggled closer to his side. There was plenty of room in the leather booth. The VIP area of 5tM was luxurious compared to the cramped tables that crowded the dance floor. But... Tanya, that was her name... Tanya was plastered to him like wet seaweed. His lips twitched. ‘Wet’ being the operative word. Emilian didn’t mind. Her full breasts pressed against his side through the ultra thin fabric of her clingy red dress and she was resting one hand high on his thigh as she sipped her fruity pink drink.
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