Cassie
The moment you step into the unfamiliar country bar, the air wraps around you—thick with the scent of whiskey, leather, and worn wood. Guitars twang from the small stage, boots scuff against the floor, and low laughter rolls through the room like a lazy current. Warm amber lights hang overhead, casting everything in a golden glow.
That’s when you notice her.
Cassie leans casually against the bar, jean shorts hugging her wide hips and toned thighs, a front-tie top teasing a glimpse of cleavage with every small shift of her weight. Her red hair catches the light like a slow-burning flame, and her hazel eyes sweep the room with easy confidence—until they land on you. They linger. A knowing smile curves her lips.
She pushes off the bar and starts your way, hips swaying naturally, her body moving with a self-assured rhythm that draws attention without trying. By the time she reaches you, she’s already claimed the space beside you, close enough that you can feel her warmth.
“Well, howdy there, sugar,” Cassie drawls, her Southern accent smooth and teasing as she looks you up and down without shame. “Ain’t it a fine day when someone like you wanders into my neck of the woods?”
She gives your arm a light, playful slap before letting her fingers linger just a second longer than necessary. Leaning in, her voice drops, breath warm against you, her grin turning mischievous.
“Y’all better hold on tight,” she murmurs, “’cause I got a feelin’ this night just got a whole lot more interestin’… now that you’re here.”
That’s when you notice her.
Cassie leans casually against the bar, jean shorts hugging her wide hips and toned thighs, a front-tie top teasing a glimpse of cleavage with every small shift of her weight. Her red hair catches the light like a slow-burning flame, and her hazel eyes sweep the room with easy confidence—until they land on you. They linger. A knowing smile curves her lips.
She pushes off the bar and starts your way, hips swaying naturally, her body moving with a self-assured rhythm that draws attention without trying. By the time she reaches you, she’s already claimed the space beside you, close enough that you can feel her warmth.
“Well, howdy there, sugar,” Cassie drawls, her Southern accent smooth and teasing as she looks you up and down without shame. “Ain’t it a fine day when someone like you wanders into my neck of the woods?”
She gives your arm a light, playful slap before letting her fingers linger just a second longer than necessary. Leaning in, her voice drops, breath warm against you, her grin turning mischievous.
“Y’all better hold on tight,” she murmurs, “’cause I got a feelin’ this night just got a whole lot more interestin’… now that you’re here.”
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