Chapter 3: Trolling for Men

The joint I finally pulled into was a sports bar that specialized in chicken wings. Yea, I realize that chicken wings are terrible for the figure but I’ve always LOVED the hot ones. Not even my dad can stand the heat when I order them.

Inside there was a bar with a number of television sets showing various sporting events and then there was an open seating area for the rest of the customers. It was a Saturday night so the place was packed with families and groups of men and women out for the night. From the looks of things I was going to be the only single person in the joint which would make me stand out if nothing else.

I placed my order and took a seat on a bench to wait. I still had my jacket on and although my skirt showed off my legs, it wasn’t like I was some slut trolling for guys. Even so I was conscious of a number of eyes directed my way and I couldn’t help but crack a smile when I saw one girlfriend poke her guy in the ribs when she caught him looking at me!

I’d been waiting just a few minutes when another family came in through the door. It was your traditional Midwest WASP family - mom, dad, son and daughter. The son looked to be about sixteen and the girl was probably fourteen or fifteen although it was hard to from the way she was dressed. Mom and dad looked like the career professional type and must have worked on those careers for a while before having the kids because they looked to be in their late thirties at least.

I smiled as I watched - they were so stereotypical it was almost funny. The boy was an absolute brat - nonstop mayhem running around touching everything while his harried mother trying to keep him in tow. The girl looked like a spoiled little princess with that, “I can’t believe I’m here with them” look so typical for a girl her age! Her jeans were so tight they looked ready to split and she had enough makeup on to join the circus.

Meanwhile the poor dad was trying to get everyone’s orders and looked more than a bit flustered by the time it was over. He glanced at me briefly as he waited for their order and I noticed his eyes returned and stayed focused on my bare legs. They lingered a lot longer than what would have been considered appropriate, no doubt partly because I made of point of uncrossing them and then crossing them again. I risked a look at him and smiled but he quickly glanced away, apparently a bit embarrassed at having been caught staring at me.

Just then my order number was called and I stood up to get it. Family guy was standing near the counter and I “accidentally” bumped into him as I made my way. I looked up at him (he must have been over six feet tall!) and smiled, excusing myself as I stepped aside. He just mumbled something about it being not a problem and I was soon off to the seating area with my basket of wings and celery.

Once at a table I took off my heavy jacket and had a seat. One thing every girl learns from the onset of puberty is how to sense when she is being looked at. In this case I felt that tingle as several sets of eyes looked my way. I crossed my legs but didn’t bother pulling my skirt down which left most of my upper thigh exposed. I pretended not to notice and started on my wings. Mmmmmmm, they were delicious!

Just then the family I’d seen earlier sat down at the table next to mine. I noticed that the dad took a seat that gave him a nice view of me without having to turn or look obvious about it. Just coincidence? I didn’t think so. Once again I caught him staring at my legs and this time his eyes wandered up a bit farther up to my boobs. I had the blouse unbuttoned as far as I could which just barely exposed my bra. Now I was glad I was wearing one as it seemed there was something more erotic about exposing a bit of bra than just more cleavage - not that I had the most cleavage to expose in the first place.

The wife and daughter were seated facing away from me so only the father and his son could see me. The boy was a typical kid in that all he cared about was himself and food. I could have probably stripped and he wouldn’t have noticed - but his father certainly would have! He didn’t take his eyes off of me for the longest time. I would lean over to eat a wing and I knew he was straining to see further down my blouse. My hands got messy so I would suck the wing sauce off my fingers. I looked over at him while I did and deliberately did it as slowly and seductively as I could. Our eyes met and this time he didn’t look away. I don’t know if anyone else in the place was watching me but I didn’t care, this was getting to be fun!

I took a swallow from my Diet Coke and picked up my purse to head off to the bathroom. I turned to look at him and gave him a “come hither” look that should have clearly signaled my intentions - I wanted him to follow. To be honest, I never expected him to follow me. It was just a game for girls to tease guys like that, one that I had played many times in the past and never grew tired of. Nobody in this situation ever followed me but I liked to fantasize later about what might happen if they had.

Well, so much for Family Guy and as I made my way to the girl’s room I glanced at the bar to see if there were any interesting prospects for the evening. I was still unbelievably horny and I needed to get something going here instead of wasting my time teasing poor Family Guy - especially when his family was there with him. His wife was thin, almost too thin in fact, and had her hair tied back sharply. She was wearing a medium-length skirt and actually wasn’t too bad looking in it but I sensed she “wore the pants” in the family from the way she was bossing everyone around, including her husband. Her voice was sort of whiney and I had a feeling she could be a real bitch!