In the heart of New York City, in a dimly lit bar, a man named Jack sat nursing a glass of whiskey. He was a successful businessman in his early forties, dressed in a crisp suit and tie. His eyes scanned the room, taking in the sights and sounds of the busy establishment.
That’s when he saw her.
She was sitting at the bar, her back towards him. But even from that angle, Jack could see that she was something special. Her long, brunette hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her dress clung to her curves in all the right places.
But what really caught Jack’s attention was her cleavage.
