Desire of a prostitute

It was a cool, foggy night in the city when Lara stepped into the dim light of the small café. The walls were covered with dark wood and the tables were placed close together. Here, amidst the noise of the other guests, she felt safe and uncomfortable at the same time. She was a prostitute who perfectly mastered the game of seduction. That evening, their goal was to get a new customer. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mixed with the sweet aroma of pastry, and as Lara sat down at the bar, she felt the men looking at her. Her red dress shimmered in the dim light and accentuated her curves. Suddenly, a good-looking man came up to her, his eyes sparkled with curiosity. 'Can I get you something to drink? ' he asked with a charming smile. Lara returned his smile and felt her desire rise. “I would like a martini,” she answered seductively. The man nodded and walked over to the bar, and as she waited for him, a sense of power and thrill came over her. The evening promised to be exciting. When he returned and handed her the glass, her hands touched each other fleetingly and an electric shower swept through her. 'Where are you from? ' he asked curiously. “I'm here to have fun,” Lara answered with a challenging sparkle in her eye. The man leaned closer to her, and their bodies were only a few inches apart. Lara could feel his breath on her skin, and the desire grew immeasurable. The atmosphere around them seemed to blur as the tension built up between them. She knew it was the start of something memorable. Their lips were just a breath apart when they decided to get closer...