<div align="center"><strong>Character:</strong> Emily | <strong>Location:</strong> The Forbidden Fruit | <strong>Tagged:</strong> Richard (MagicalPen) / Colin (TheWizardOfOz)</div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8KsqfrmHJBM/TACpwnMt_FI/AAAAAAAABzg/0kO0cKmB38U/s1600/emily-scott--1777-1600x1200.jpg)</div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: right;">Richard seemed to be captivated by the curvaceous sight of Emily's display, magnetically pulled to her naturally seductive aura. Her smile widened as she watched his eyes dart along the every detail of her body, taking in every piece of her that she was offering. Biting at her lower lip gently, she tiled her head in order to watch him closer, as his fingers relished the sensation of sliding down her side, before groping her full bottom. Elongating her spine in order to accentuate her curves even further, Emily responded to his touch with muted sighs, her lips parting to make room for a heated exhale. "Mmm, that's too bad... about your girlfriend." She smirked, not really meaning her words, but using them as a means of luring Richard even further, adoring the fact that she was his temptation, his 'other woman.' In the back of her mind she wondered how much Richard missed his girlfriend now. Was he even thinking about her before Emily brought her up?<br/><br/>With a sultry lick of her lips, she twisted her body so that she was angled closer toward Richard, appreciating that he was trying to make their conversation more private. But just as she did, the bartender interrupted, clearing his throat in a way that suggested he didn't need to, but was instead using it as a cue to get Emily's attention. "Here, Emily. Your Sex on the Beach," he grinned, sliding the drink across the bar to her. "Ooh, thank you," her voice picked up to reach the bartender's ears as she gripped the glass and guided it to her lips, straightening up so that she no longer leaned against the bar. With a quick survey of the area she then recognized a new pair of eyes watching her from a short distance away - a blond she didn't recognize. He sat a couple of seats away from her, at the bar, practically undressing her with his eyes. Perhaps she should get back to the tables soon, she considered, smirking at the newcomer between long sips of her drink. A moment later she set the glass down again and turned back toward Richard. "I'm glad you're starting to see that," she giggled. It wasn't like Richard needed to be made aware of such a thing, after all, he had the opportunity to fuck her on the beach only hours earlier, and passed it up, for fear that his girlfriend would smell another woman on him. "Thanks for the drink," she added, whispering the words in his ear, before guiding her tongue along the cartilage, her hot breath caressing his skin. <br/></div>