Chapter 2: Building Tension
A handsome bartender with dark curls and a mischievous grin greeted her approach. "What can I get ya, gorgeous?" he asked, wipinglying his hands on a nearby towel. "You look like you might need a drink."
"I'd love a beer, please," Alexia replied, her voice sounding foreign and strangely enticing to her own ears. He nodded in understanding, reaching for a frosty mug and filling it with a frothy brew. The cool liquid tasted refreshing as she took a sip, savoring the bitterness that lingered on her tongue.
Alexia was wearing a black one piece dress she found on her closet. It belonged to an ex girlfriend and it was a bit short. The ex's shoes fitted her perfectly though. She couldn't find a bra though only a G-string for underwear. Thank god that her new female body had perky breasts she thought.
They had enough bounce to them when she walked, but not too much that she was worried about having a nip slip. The dress hugged her curves nicely and the length gave the perfect amount of leg without showing any of her ass.
Her newfound confidence, coupled with the remnants of her euphoric encounter, seemed to cast a spell on those around her. Men and women alike found themselves entranced by her presence, drawn in by an invisible force field of allure. The bartender's eyes followed her movements, unable to tear away from the mesmerizing spectacle unfolding before him.
A handsome middle aged black man sitting at the bar near Alexia looked at her and smiled.
He wore a simple yet elegant outfit, a crisp shirt tucked into tailored slacks, and his broad shoulders filled out the jacket draped casually over his seat. His skin was rich with a golden hue, and his eyes held a warmth that drew her attention.
"Hi there," he said, extending a hand to offer a greeting. "My name's Marcus."
Alexia accepted his offered hand and introduced herself, "Nice to meet you, Marcus. I'm Alexia."
Marcus cocked an eyebrow, studying her intently.
"Say, Alexia, you don't happen to be looking for a little company tonight, do you?"
His tone was casual, yet the implication behind his question sparked a flicker of excitement within her. She hesitated, casting a furtive glance around the dimly lit bar. Patrons chattered loudly amongst themselves, oblivious to the budding connection brewing between two individuals.
"Well, Marcus," she drawled, allowing a sultry smile to spread across her lips.
"Good company