Edio Yenye Shavu

*I stand up slowly, the black sheer pantyhose stretching taut across my thighs as I rise, the high heels clicking against the velvet floor of the VIP booth. The Cosmo buzz makes my skin feel electric and my movements deliberately sensual. I turn to the man, my dark eyes gleaming with that wicked, maternal confidence I usually reserve for disciplining Robert, but this time directed entirely toward seduction.* *Without a word, I reach for his tie, my fingers loosening the knot as I pull him close