Long, well-polished fingernails daintily held the glass as she tipped it back to sip on the Mai Tai.  She sat casually at the tiki-bar, distinctly separate from the drunken mass roaring in the background.  Occasionally the bartender attempted to build a conversation between them, but quickly checked himself as her green eyes cut into his sharply.  He was intrigued however, and it took several attempts for him to eventually realize that he was not going to have any kind of success with this woman.  She drank slowly and surely, working on one drink over the span of an entire hour.  Several times she cast a mild glance onto the drunken fray, and the mere turn of her head pulled several stares from the reeling men. 

Among these intoxicated brethren, a young, blue-eyed man stumbled upon her glance.  He shook his blonde hair briefly and took a few unsteady steps towards her.  Her silky hair and beautifully tanned skin struck him and he plunged with the confidence only liquor can inspire in her direction.  She had turned away from the drunken clamor once more, and was gazing steadfastly over the ocean, well aware of the approaching figure behind her back.

“Do ya mind if’n I sit here, ma’am?”  He asked in a surprisingly sure tone.  The bartender’s jaw dropped as her icy stare warmed into a heart-raising smile.

“Of course not, you silly, I was gettin’ awful lonely.”  Her voice had adopted a southern drawl nearly identical to the man’s and she smiled even more embracingly, exposing a row of perfectly set teeth. 

“Well that’s mighty kind of ya.  My name’s Jackson, but if’n you like you can call me J.  That’s how my friends do.”  Jackson extended his hand formally on account of the introduction.  She took it gently.

“Alrighty, J,” She giggled, “You can call me Barbie, but my real name is Barbara Ann.  Isn’t that a silly name?”  Her eyes teased him and he couldn’t contain a smile.  It had to be his lucky night.

“I promise not to tell anyone.”  They shared a laugh and marveled at how clever Jackson was.  Barbie let him talk for hours about his life and various remarkable adventures, and the bartender kept the drinks coming.  She refrained from further drinking that night, but acted as if she had had far too many to walk.  Her laughter became increasingly louder, and would have been obnoxious if she were any less attractive.  She now drew the attention of nearly every man in the open-air bar, and Jackson wondered how he got himself into such a coveted position.  She was clearly in no state to take care of herself.  Sensing long-awaited victory, Jackson leaned in secretively.

“Now listen, Barbie.  I think ya a real nice girl and it has been wonderful meetin’ ya.  I’m scared these other men is a goin’ to take advantage of ya.”  Barbie drew up in fright at these words, clutching her arms to herself.

“They wouldn’t…” Her eyes looked pleadingly at him.

“Oh, honey. Yes they would.  Now if you listen here, I got me a place up at that hotel that you can stay at free of charge and I promise to protect ya.”  His mind stumbled hopefully on what he considered an ingenious plan.

“Would you, J? Would you do that for me?” Her innocence pulled his heart-strings, but he wasn’t able to back down from his intentions.

“Of course, Barbie, I’d do anything for a doll like you.”  She giggled at this last line, and leaned in to plant a peck on his cheek.

“Awww, you are such a sweetie.”  He clutched her hand, paid off the remaining tab, and stood up clumsily.  The bartender looked suspiciously after them as they walked the short stretch to the hotel.

Jackson was quickly losing control of himself, and unbeknownst to him, he probably would not have made it to the room without the careful, precise guidance of “Barbie.”  

As they reached the room, Barbie opened the door and pushed the lumbering weight onto the couch.  She twisted sharply backward and stretched the ache in her back.  Her skin caught the moonlight.

“Damn, I didn’t realize you was so sexy.”  Jackson looked longingly at her lithe body, his voice heavy with lust.  She smiled, not so innocently, and looked down at his body.

“You didn’t realize a lot of things, J.”  She spoke perfectly, with no sign of slurring and the southern accent had vanished.  With the smoothness of a snake, she quickly moved onto him and pressed her lips against his.  They were surprisingly hot and she moaned a little as her body softened against his.  Jackson’s well-experienced, drunken hands maneuvered themselves on her receptive body and she encouraged him softly with small words. 

The morning came abruptly for Jackson.  He awoke to the sound of a buzzing alarm clock, but was unable to slap his hand down upon it.  Confused, he tried again.  As his eyes adjusted to the morning light, he saw that his hands were tied tightly behind him.  His cock ached miserably, and looking down, he saw that he didn’t have a shred of clothing on his body.  There was only a small note attached to the alarm clock:

Dear J,

Thanks for everything, darling, you really were something special last night.  I hope your hangover isn’t too bad and you don’t miss your money too much.  Maybe you will think twice next time before bringing an innocent girl back to your room.

With all the love I could give you,

“Barbie”