Ivanka P.O.V.
"Hey, bartender! I need shots of patron, and please keep them coming."
The bartender quickly provided me with a line of five shots and salt. I licked my hand and sprinkled salt on it and licked and then drank my first shot. I repeated the order five times and then ordered five more patron shots. I took them all down.
"Do you need anything else?" asked the bartender, eyeing me.
"Tell me something do I look pretty. Do you think I am sexy?" I questioned him.
"Yes! I do!" he quickly replied as he licked his lips at me.
"Do you think I am fuckable?" I asked, letting the liquid courage set in.
"Very! I love that dress on you. Tell me, is a pretty little lady like you having boyfriend problems?" he probed, giving me a knowing look.
"Boyfriend problems! Yes! These men ain
