Sign up. Sign in. The Kalahari Review. I sat at on the high stool at the bar and wondered what the heck I was doing there dressed like I was.
I was putting on a strapless red chiffon blouse that fitted my shapely body tucked into a high waist black pencil skirt and black court shoes. I have let my hair down and my makeup was impeccable. The looks I got when I walked in proved to me that my effort and time I took dressing up was not in vain.
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I noticed two good-looking gentlemen in well-tailored black suit seated at the end of the bar engaged in what looked like an argument. Both of them had stopped as I sat down at the bar and was signaling the barman.
The good-looking one amongst them spotting a trimmed beard gave me a nod and raised his glass to me, as I caught his eyes. I blushed and looked away. Kay noticed the lady that was studying him at the end of the bar.
He had seen her when she walked into the bar. She was tall, Her red top had a low V-neck that emphasized a well-shaped breast and her figure was stunning.
