Don had sprayed beer out of his mouth when she'd mentioned that. Blushing, he turned and started to stammer an apology.

"Oh, no," she said, shaking a finger and then placing it to his lips, "you don't need to apologize." Reaching to the side, she grabbed a paper towel and began to dab his lips. "You're allowed to look whenever you like."

Tossing the damp towel in the trash, she turned back and leaned on the counter, smiling at him.

"You see, I'm a bit of an exhibitionist," she said. "Seeing you enjoying my sexuality, just makes me hornier."

Don coughed nervously, looking towards the door.

"Don't worry, sexy," she...