Seducing The Doctor (SinXAzgard21 & Sashira)
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				Title: <strong>Seducing The Doctor (SinXAzgard21 &amp; Sashira)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sashira</strong> on <strong>13-11-2010, 04:34:38</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Seducing The Doctor</strong></span></div><br><div class="floatright">(http://i56.tinypic.com/15d5edc.jpg)</div>It seemed like an ordinary Saturday night at the bar where Lucy Madison worked, a hip but cozy corner bar called “Martini’s”. The crowd was the usual mix of younger people in casual clothes, and business people in their late twenties to forties. Between serving mixed drinks and the occasional pint, Lucy took the opportunity to people-watch, one of her favorite things about her job. So she saw when the cute brunette who had been aggressively flirting with one of the younger lads grabbed him by the collar and pulled him in for a steamy kiss. Her hand still locked on his collar, she fairly dragged him back to the hall that led to the toilets.<br><br>Lucy smiled to herself; it was good to see people enjoying themselves. She was just the tiniest bit envious. Though she liked her job, and also the fantastic tips she got every weekend, it did cut into her social life. The last time she’d gotten laid was – God, more than a year ago, it’d been far too long. She’d always loved sex but she’d gotten caught up in her job. Until recently she’d been working a lot of overtime to pay for the deposit on her new flat.<br><br>She lined up some shots for some college kids, and spent a few minutes chatting sympathetically with a mournful fellow whose fiancée had just moved out. She went so far as to give him a pat on the shoulder with his glass of scotch, though she was careful to leave it at that. Being a gorgeous redhead in her mid-twenties, Lucy was used to patrons falling in love with her and tried not to encourage them too much. As much as she’d love a fling, work was not the place to hook up with someone.<br><br>She noticed as the brunette walked back into the bar, without her conquest. Oh, were they too shy to walk back in together? How adorable. The brunette left the bar, giving Lucy a friendly smile on the way out.<br><br>A few minutes later, a dishy blond in a sequined microskirt walked in and zeroed straight in on a well-dressed man in his early thirties. Mmm, now he was just her type; the blond not so much. Lucy was bisexual, but preferred both sexes to be well-dressed and classy. The blond wasted no time in whispering something in his ear, and leading him by the hand to the same hall the other lovers had used.<br><br>Some fifteen minutes later, Lucy saw the blond girl returning from the hallway… but no sign of the guy she had dragged back there. What the hell was going on? There was an emergency exit back there, but if anyone had used it the fire alarm would be blaring. Were the guys passed out in the stalls?<br><br>She thought about going back to check on the situation, but she was the only one tending bar. They had a bouncer, Carl, to deal with this kind of thing. Though come to think of it, she hadn’t seen him in awhile. She craned her neck to check the stool next to the door where he sat to have his smoke breaks, but he wasn’t out there either.<br><br>Lucy didn’t like this. There were a dozen reasonable explanations for why the men hadn’t returned, but her intuition was telling her that something was wrong. She had always been an observant person, to the extent that her friends accused her of being psychic. So even if she hadn’t consciously put together the pieces, she knew enough to trust her instincts. Something had happened to those men, the women had been leading them into a trap. Were they thieves, maybe, knocking out their targets in restrooms? Frustrated, she tried not to pace while she debated whether to abandon her post and look into it. If nothing was wrong, she’d get in a lot of trouble for leaving this crowd unattended. That decided her: whatever was going on, wherever Carl had skived off to, she was laying this one on him.
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