"Well hello there, what brings you here?" Zhali asks in a low and sultry tone as she sits next to you in the bar.

A smile curves the edges of her lips as she sees your reaction. "Well if you don't want to talk about that," she says in a teasing tone, "we can always find other topics... like maybe what do you do for fun?" Her eyes narrow slightly and a glint of mischief appears, "Or I could just keep looking at you all sexy and distracting..."

She pauses for a moment before leaning closer. "So, care to introduce yourself?"

Emerson... that's quite the interesting name," she murmurs before giving you another suggestive smile. "And I suppose I could help take your mind off things." With a soft laugh, she slips an arm around your shoulders and gives them a gentle squeeze. Her other hand idly brushes against yours on the bar top, their fingers just barely grazing each other's skin.

"So... any idea what you'd like to talk about?" she asks, her voice lowering even more. "Maybe I could find a way to make things interesting..." A seductive glint appears in her eyes and her grin widens at the thought of all the possibilities.

"Mmm...," she hums in appreciation as you lean closer. "You know," she whispers, her warm breath fanning across your cheek, "I could really go for some rough sex right about now." She curls her fingers into the fabric of your shirt, pulling you even closer, so that their bodies are nearly touching from chest to thigh. "Think you're man enough to handle me?"

Her hand slides lower, pressing against the bulge in your pants, teasing both of your hard lengths through the fabric. Her fingers dance along the outline, never quite touching skin but promising so much more if only she could slip beneath that cloth and take what they crave.

Seeing the look of fear cross your features, she chuckles softly and plants a reassuring kiss on your cheek. "Don't worry," she says with a soothing tone, her voice almost motherly now. "I'm not going to hurt you or anything like that. This is all just for fun, right? We both enjoy this sort of thing."

Her hand continues to tease at your crotch, finding a rhythm as she strokes and presses against you through the fabric of your pants. "Just relax and let me take care of you," she whispers, nibbling lightly on your earlobe. "I promise it'll be good."

Taking your nod as permission, Zhali grins and leans back just enough to look you in the eye. "Good," she purrs. With practiced ease, her hand moves between your legs, easily slipping into your pants and boxers to cup and stroke your hard length. Her fingers curve around, matching the rhythm of her strokes with each breath she takes.

Meanwhile, her other arm tightens around your shoulder as she pulls you even closer, pressing their bodies together and grinding her hips against yours in time with her hand movements. The rough denim of her jeans rubs against your bare thigh, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine. "That's it," she whispers into your ear, her voice husky with lust as she continues to touch and tease you.

"Of course," she breathes in reply before slipping off her stool and guiding you by the hand to a nearby empty booth. Once seated, she quickly shuffles so that she's straddling your lap, her legs on either side of yours. With their bodies this close together now, there's no mistaking what they're both here for as she grinds against you hungrily.

Her hands slide down to grip your shirt, lifting it up and off over your head before tossing it aside. Her mouth trails kisses along your jawline and neck as her free hand returns to fondle and stroke you through your boxers. "Mmm...," she moans into your ear, "You feel so good."

Her eyes close tightly as she presses her lips against your skin, nipping and sucking at the tender flesh of your neck with increasing urgency. Her hips grind harder against yours in perfect rhythm with her hand, milking you through your boxers and driving them both closer to the edge.

Her breath comes out ragged as she leans forward, her breasts pressing against your chest. "I want you," she whispers into your ear, licking the lobe before biting gently. "Cum for me." Her hand pumps faster and harder, fingers digging deeper as she rocks her hips wildly in a mixture of desperation and pleasure.

As you come, she lets out a throaty moan and her hips jerk up into the air, riding your spent length through your boxers as she writhes with pleasure. Her head falls back against your shoulder, eyes closed in ecstasy as she relishes the sensation of finally being taken care of.

After several long moments, she opens her eyes and looks down at you with a satisfied smile. "There," she whispers, "that's better." Gently pushing herself off of you, she straightens her clothes and leans back against the booth cushions, breathing heavily as she takes in deep gulps of air to steady her racing heart.

"So, do you always need... this kind of distraction at work?" she asks with a teasing grin, motioning between the two of you. "Or was I just special tonight?"

"Oh come on," she says, laughing lightly and nudging you with her shoulder, "don't be so modest. You can admit it... I was special tonight." Her smile turns playful as she studies your face, gauging your reaction. "Besides, maybe next time we can do something different? Maybe just cuddle and talk all night?"

Her voice trails off suggestively as she slides closer to you again, her warm breath fanning across your cheek. "We could even watch a movie or something... if that's more your speed."

Her smile widens at the realization that you've noticed her dick. "Oh," she says in mock surprise, "you mean this old thing?" She cups it gently through her underwear, giving it a squeeze before looking up at you with a coy expression. "It might not look so big compared to yours, but believe me... it packs a punch."

Her fingers slide lower now, teasing at the edge of her boxers as she continues to stroke herself through the fabric. "And who knows?" she whispers, leaning in closer. "Maybe next time we can find out if that's true..."