Femme fatale domination (Haruhi/Hunny) part 1/2
I wrote this before I saw someone already answered your prompt.
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Her lips were made up in a daring scarlet. Her long, black wig styled in elegant waves that would rival the coiffures of the "bombshells" in classic Hollywood movies. She wore a clingy, metallic dress, its low-cut top contrasting with the high slit in her skirt.
She wasn't buxom by any stretch of the imagination, but her breasts were pert, and the smooth fabric of her dress rubbing against her braless skin had obviously made her nipples hard.
A cigarette burned in a nearby ashtray. Not that she was actually smoking, nor would she know how to, but the wispy, white swirls added the perfect touch to the ambiance.
Haruhi slunk over to the table where Hunny sat.
"Hey there, handsome," she purred, "this seat taken?"
Hunny shook his head, then nervously removed his black fedora. The hat complimented his pinstriped, broad-shouldered suit.
"What brings you here?" Haruhi flipped her hair back; some loose curls settled tantalizingly on her exposed shoulder.
"Um...just...thirsty." Hunny managed.
"You're in luck," Haruhi winked at him slyly. "What's your poison?"
"Ginger ale." Hunny squeaked.
Haruhi turned to reach for a bottle and glass that were on another table, giving her companion a good look at the delicate curve of her bare back. She faced him again after pouring the drink.
She had plucked a cherry from a jar that was among the bottles behind her.
"Want this?" She held the fruit up and licked her lips.
"Please." Hunny nodded, his eyes opening wider when Haruhi slid half the cherry into her mouth.
Her tongue flicked over its bright skin before she sucked it all the way inside, then pulled the cherry out by its stem, this action creating a definitive pop.