Chapter 1: Introduction
I scanned the bar, sipping my whiskey. The warm liquor coursed down my throat, sending a surge of satisfaction through my veins as I exhaled. The trendy bar in downtown Los Angeles was alive with the rhythmic throb of music pulsing through the walls. Exposed brick lined the interior, while the bar counter showcased an eclectic mix of patrons whose laughter and conversation blended with the night.
My attention shifted as a pair of green eyes met and then darted away from mine.
Intrigued, I followed the line of sight to a petite blonde with a slender figure, standing among our mutual friends. Her slim body caught my attention instantly, but my gaze lingered on her flat chest.
"Hey, Mark. I'd like you to meet Lola," Greg interjected, leaning in to deliver the introduction. Her delicate hand slipped into mine, and her fingers offered a polite shake.
"Nice to meet you, Mark." Her lilting voice tantalized me like a well-crafted melody begging for a repeat listen.
As if drawn to them, my eyes fell on her breasts. Although perky and fitting her body perfectly, they didn't quite measure up to my ideal. A sliver of disappointment crept in, yet I recalled her eyes. It was easy to appreciate a beautiful pair of eyes.
Our friends paired off and left us alone in our growing amusement over our conversation.
I casually asked, "Do you work out? You have a really toned frame." My fingers unconsciously twirled the glass, making out the condensation forming on the surface.
She blushed lightly and answered, "I've been trying to work out more lately. It's tough--but thanks." Lola glanced down at the glass in her hand as if searching for her next words.
Watching her, I took the opportunity to study her body. Her waist was so slim, I could easily circumference vent her body with my hands. But her tits, or lack thereof,