Chapter 119
"Wait. Listen, I'm the one treating you, so the coffee I make counts." Layla's eyes sparkled mischievously as she smiled at Timothy and said, "Don't worry, you won't be short of milk or sugar, and there won't be any poison either."
"It's just coffee, right? I can drink as much as you want." Timothy said nonchalantly, "Then please help me make it."
Soon, two cups of coffee were brought out and placed in front of everyone.
Layla took the sugar and milk, added two spoons to each cup of coffee, stirred them, and just as Timothy reached out to take the coffee, she stopped him and scolded, "What's the rush? It's not ready yet!"
Timothy withdrew his hand.
Layla looked meaningfully at Timothy, then picked up one of the stockings she had just taken off the table, and slowly dipped the toe of the stocking into one cup of coffee.
Timothy was dumbfounded. He watched as Layla put another stocking into the other cup of coffee, stirred it with a spoon, and then presented the coffee to him.
"This is the stocking coffee, absolutely authentic. But..." Layla leaned into my arms, looked at Timothy with a smirk, and chuckled, "Unfortunately, these stockings are the new ones I changed into tonight, so I'm cutting you a deal. Enjoy!"
After hesitating for a while, Timothy glared at Layla, who was looking very content leaning on my arms, and said, "Well! I'll drink it! I guess I'm falling into the hands of you crazy little beauty tonight."
With that, he picked up one cup of coffee, took a sip, the stocking covering his mouth, then proceeded to drink the other cup.
Setting down the cup, Timothy surprisingly said, "Not bad! It's refreshing, just lacking in flavor!"
"I mean not a drop left." Shaking her head, Layla said, "There's still plenty in the cup."
"You're not going to make me lick your smelly stockings, are you?" Timothy protested, "No, I won't do it."
"Fine, no licking then." As she spoke, Layla took out the stockings from both cups, twisted them together, wrung them out over one of the cups, filling it up with coffee again. Soon, that cup was half-full.
Layla push the cup back in front of Timothy, whose face turned dark. To lighten the mood, I said, "Alright, Timothy has drunk it, no need to dwell on it! Let's continue."
"Let's play fair! Don't be a sore loser!" Layla added, "You should drink it all if your care about your dignity!"
It seemed like she had a bone to pick with Timothy tonight.
"It's not a big deal! I love stocking coffee anyway!" Timothy finished the remaining coffee in the cup.
The game continued, and I noticed the tension between Layla and Timothy. I tried to avoid having either of them win or lose in the following rounds.
It was either Rainey or me winning consecutively, leaving Timothy and Layla in a stalemate.
Rainey and I only resorted to gentle punishments like tapping forehead or giving a peck on the lips, keeping the peace.
Before long, the tension between Layla and Timothy eased.
Seeing them playfully engaging again, I couldn't help but think that both of them were a bit eccentric.
One was a pervert who drank stocking coffee, and the other was a pervert who made stocking coffee.
As the game continued, I played a few more rounds.
At that moment, I noticed Timothy staring blankly at the entrance, and Rainey, sitting next to him, followed his gaze towards the door.
Curious, I turned to look as well, and saw a tall, extremely sexy young woman walking in alone through the entrance.
She was Stunning!
The woman was incredibly beautiful, with a cold and captivating charm in her features that made it impossible to look away.
Although she was covered in a black dress, it couldn't hide her perfect figure, her curves so perfect that men would dream of, and women would envy.
She had a slender neck, almost bursting bosoms, a slim waist, and perfectly round and perky buttocks that swayed slightly as she walked, exuding an irresistible elasticity even without touching them.
Her long and straight legs were barely visible under the hem of her skirt.
Her subtly exposed calves were alluring, accentuated by a pair of thin black stockings, incredibly seductive.
I was just amazed, having encountered many stunning women.
But Timothy couldn't handle it; he was practically drooling.
Although not every man in the bar was wealthy or influential, lacking money didn't stop them from gazing at elegant beauties with lustful eyes, nor did it prevent them from feeling amazed.
I could sense the disdain in the woman's eyes towards those boring men. But every man came to this bar just to spend money and enjoy the beauty of women.
Being looked at wouldn't hurt.
The woman sat on a high stool not far from us, and even her seating posture exuded grace.
Standing opposite her was a bartender showing off his flair, swiftly preparing a light blue drink that he placed in front of her. She elegantly picked up the glass, took a sip, glanced coldly around, then continued to drink alone, seemingly in a bad mood.
"What's so fascinating?" Timothy retracted his greedy gaze, somewhat sourly saying, "A beauty, right? Seen plenty! Let's just play our cards."
Those at the bottom would only admire such a cold and elegant beauty from afar, not even daring to think about getting close.
There were several bottles of alcohol on the table, so we decided that the loser would have to chug two bottles themselves. The previous game rules remained in effect, aiming to quickly finish all the beer and not allowing anyone to use the restroom until then.
With everyone's competitive spirit, the game continued.
Since the woman entered, I felt a bit uneasy, made mistakes in the game several times, lost a few rounds, and drank quite a bit.
Fortunately, the accompanying punishments were acceptable.
But my stomach was getting fuller, and my bladder was filling up.
It was common for men in bars to flirt with women, and the quality of the woman was directly proportional to one's wealth.
During the game, I saw a few confident gentlemen who thought they were rich enough trying to strike up conversations with the woman, but they were quickly dismissed with a few words.