Melissa slides up to one of the tall bar stools, struggling to get her plump rump on it but eventually succeeding after the second try.
She sits there cross-legged, long shapely legs dangling down enticingly as her white high heels accentuated her calves.
She was wearing a revealing silk babydoll dress that contrasted well against her hazelnut skin. It gave her an innocent yet erotic look that would drive some wild.
Most noticeably, she was wearing her signature velvet red head wrap and sleek tinted glasses - a mysterious disguise that would have attracted some customers. The fact that someone was wearing a disguise meant that they were hiding their real identity - 'Was it the baker's daughter? Surely it was that farmer's trouble maker lass... It couldn't be the pastor's daughter... right?' The prospect that they were actually fucking a cute lass that they would have seen around the city during the day made it much more exciting.
Although she looked powerful and in control in this position like a femme-fatale, it was the exact opposite - her muscles were tense and her breath shallow, as if holding it in and trying to camouflage like some sort of chameleon from a predator.
This was her second time coming in to work at Mary's - the first time, she cried all night afterwards and had to excuse herself for a week. It wasn't easy... and she was afraid that it would become easier as it would change her.
She looked around with her eyes, looking at the prospective customers tonight. She had hoped that tonight it wasn't some sleazy old merchant - they were often the worst types of customers.