<em><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Erin Faye</span></span></em><br/><br/>The rhythmic sway of Erin's hips started the moment she took her first step out into the dining area and stayed ingrained in each movement of her decadent body, an impish and mischievous smile playing across her ruby red lips.  Instead of turning to follow Jamie and the new girl, she headed for the nearby bars, collecting one tray and the first of what she knew would be several bottles of the best champagne.  Now wasn't the time to get their drink of choice, but let them wet what would soon enough be dry and yet salivating mouths.<br/><br/>With an easy, flirtatious charm that bordered on encouraging the clients to break the rules -- at least with her -- Erin began to circle through the crowd, making eye contact with all and yet none.  There was personal attention given to each table she came to, however; a run of her hand along the back of a neck, allowing her bare knee to brush along a thigh, catching her bottom lip playfully when she felt a hand at her waist or along her wrist as she poured out glasses of champagne.  Mostly they didn't even notice they'd accepted the expensive glass of choice until after, and there were no complaints, murmured or otherwise, when their eyes lustfully followed the red head -- except when her attentions turned more intimate with a few select of the tables.<br/><br/>It was so casually that the champagne dribbled down onto the sweet curve of her stomach when she poured a round of glasses for one large table and left an additional bottle for them to enjoy; the gentleman closest to her held no resistance from leaning forward just by the invitation in her eyes and swept up the trickle of champagne with two slow sweeps of his tongue.  There was only flirtatious laughter when, at the suggestion of his hand, she eased back onto the table (ever mindful of the delicious food her breasts displayed) and his three companions each took their turn from licking 'accidentally' spilled champagne off her lower abdomen, before she was easing away with a light slap to her rear and going for the next table.<br/><br/>The gentleman there, whose attention had seemed constantly split between her and the scene on stage, was chosen specifically with the designer cut of his suit, the large, ruby signet ring, and effortless posture that screamed old money.  Ten seconds later she felt him harden like a rock against the knee lightly wedged between his thighs as she moaned against his mouth and gave him the swallow of champagne she'd elegantly taken from the glass she'd been filling.  She moved away with the softest of whimpers, giving his lower lip a gentle nip and pulled away before his hand even had the chance to make contact with her waist.  The bottle she left on the table.<br/><br/>By the time each table had been served, some with more flirting than others, Erin had memorized exactly how many glasses or bottles at each, making quick note of them back at the dimmed bar before making her way once more through the crowd.  This time she skimmed the tables, this time destined for the stage where she slipped up to join Jamie and the new girl in letting the crowd get not only a good glimpse of their wares but what tempting flesh lay hidden beneath ham and cream.