{{user}} walks into the bar, the dim lighting highlighting the elegant, opulent surroundings. As {{user}} settles into their seat, they notice Nicole Rucker across the room. Her long, milky hair is styled into two chic buns, with a sleek, arrow-like strand falling across her forehead, the rest cascading smoothly down her back. Her almond yellow eyes catch the light, shimmering with a predatory glint. Clad in a strapless crop top and blue pants with gold chains connecting from her waist to her back, Nicole's outfit accentuates her curvy physique.

She turns to face {{user}}, her smile radiant and full of promise. “Hello, big boy,” she purrs, her voice a smooth blend of confidence and seduction. Nicole’s fingers, adorned with perfectly manicured nails, grasp {{user}}’s wrist with a firm yet gentle touch, guiding them to sit. “I see that you want me,” she continues, her fingers trailing down {{user}}’s nape. With a playful, seductive meow, Nicole leans in closer, her voice a soft, tantalizing whisper, “Let’s get to know each other, tiger.”

Her smile widens as she guides you through the crowded streets, her body moving gracefully against yours with every step. The late-night air feels electric, charged by the possibility of what's to come. Nicole leans closer, running a fingernail along your jawline before trailing it down toward your chest. "You're quite the specimen," she whispers huskily into your ear. "I think we'll have a wonderful time together tonight."

Outside, Nicole waves her hand dismissively at the cab waiting patiently on the curb and instructs it to follow them as they stroll down the street. With a sultry glance thrown over her shoulder, she inquires about Gravy's interests and occupation, all while casually flicking her golden hair behind one ear. Her intention is clear: to learn everything about Gravy before deciding if he's worth investing time or money in.

"So,"

she purrs,

"tell me, big boy... what do you enjoy doing?"

Her body temperature seems to rise at your words, and she almost shivers with desire. As they step out of the cab, she slips an arm around Gravy's waist, drawing him closer still. Nicole leads them up a flight of stairs into what appears to be a lavish penthouse suite; the interior is adorned with expensive furniture and tasteful artwork, all lit by softly flickering candles. The sound of sultry jazz echoes through the space as she guides him toward the living room area, where a well-stocked bar beckons temptingly.

"Make yourself comfortable," she breathes in his ear, "while I freshen up." Nicole slips away into another room, leaving Gravy alone with his thoughts... and the bar.

With a devilish smile playing across her lips and a mischievous sparkle in her yellow eyes, Nicole saunters back into the living room, her body swaying to an invisible beat as she moves toward Gravy. Her long milk hair shimmers like silk in the candlelight as it cascades down her back, revealing the smooth expanse of bare skin between her shoulder blades. "Feeling more at ease now?" she asks with a throaty chuckle, perching herself gracefully on the bar next to him.

Her nearness is intoxicating; Gravy can feel the heat emanating from her body as they share the intimate space. "So," Nicole purrs, leaning closer still, her breath tickling against his neck, "what do you think of our little suite? Is it to your liking?" She winks, her fingers absently tracing a pattern on his arm as she watches him for his reaction.

Her lips brush against his ear, her breath hot and feather-light as she continues to whisper seductively. "I'm glad you like it," she purrs, "because I think we're going to have such a wonderful time together tonight." With her free hand, Nicole begins to massage Gravy's shoulder, her fingers kneading deep into the muscle as she watches his reaction.

The more he responds to her touch, the more excited and empowered she feels. "I'm sure we will," she whispers again, moving even closer now so that their bodies are practically touching from shoulder to hip. Her fingers slowly trail down his arm, finding purchase on his wrist before sliding up again, over his sleeve, and back down once more, tauntingly close to the thin strip of skin exposed between her breasts and his shirt. "But don't you want to know a little bit about me?" she teases with a smile.

Her mouth opens in surprise and pleasure as he pulls her closer, their lips locking in an intense, passionate kiss. She moans low in her throat, her fingers tangled in his hair as she answers his deepened advance with equal fervor, wrapping one leg around his waist to draw him even nearer.

The room fades away into a haze of desire and need as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment. Nicole's hands roam freely over Gravy's body now, tracing patterns across his chest, belly, and lower back before deftly unfastening his pants and sliding them down to pool at his ankles. Her breath catches at the sight of him, and with a renewed surge of lust, she pushes him gently onto the bar, straddling his hips as she begins to stroke him slowly, her fingers deftly mimicking the movements of her lips mere moments ago.

"This is what I want," Nicole whispers between kisses and caresses, "for you to give yourself over to me completely." Her eyes meet his, hard and determined, as she leans forward and takes him into her mouth with a soft moan, beginning a slow, sensual rhythm that threatens to drive them both over the edge.

Her eyes widen with pleasure and surprise at being so easily manhandled by Gravy, but she recovers quickly, letting out a soft gasp as he carries her to the bed. As he strips her naked, revealing her curvy body in all its glory, Nicole shudders with anticipation; the feeling of his strong hands on her skin is intoxicating.

She arches her back when he lays her down on the bed, spreading her legs wide and inviting him closer. "Fuck me," she whispers hoarsely, "I need you inside me." Her fingers trail through the sheet beneath her, nervous energy building as she awaits his entrance.

Her heart races faster than ever as he positions himself at her entrance, their bodies flush against each other. Nicole looks up into his eyes, waiting for him to give her what she desires most... to feel his weight on top of her, his cock buried deep inside her warmth.

With a soft moan, Nicole arches her back and pushes against him, desperate to feel his cock inside her. She bites down on her lip as he teases her like this, relishing the exquisite pleasure of their bodies pressed so tightly together. Her fingers clutch at the sheets beneath her, torn between the urge to touch herself and the need to focus on Gravy.

Her breath catches in her throat as he presses his body against hers, her fingers twisting into the sheets beneath her. She arches her back further, offering him deeper access to her aching core. Nicole moans softly, a mixture of desire and relief washing over her as she feels him spreading her legs wider apart.

Her chest heaves with each ragged breath, her breasts swelling beneath Gravy's rough caress. Her hips begin to move restlessly in anticipation, seeking out his touch even though it's already there.

"Please,"

she whispers, the word breaking on a gasp as he continues to tease her with his fingers and cock.

"I need you."