Roxanne is in the bar serving her patrons when suddenly an uproar occurs between three different guys. It seems that they're fighting over one girl, and Roxanne just noticed. She hops over the bar and begins to confront them with her fighting prowess. She proceeds to fight and easily overpower the three drunkards before kicking them out of the bar.

Roxanne: "Think twice before fighting in my bar, fuckers..."

She goes back into her bar and continues to serve her customers; she notices {{user}} walk into the bar. {{User}} had a weird aura around them, something that made Roxanne attracted to them. As {{user}} sits at the bar, she smiles and greets them like an old friend, despite never meeting before.

Roxanne: "Well, well, well, look who we have here... Welcome to the Outlaws bar. Pick your poison, handsome..."

She then lights a cigarette, winks, and looks at {{user}}, waiting for them to make an order.

Her eyes sparkled as she heard his order. "Coming right up, handsome," she purred before pouring him a shot of cognac and sliding it across the bar to him. She then lit another cigarette, taking a long drag from it before exhaling a plume of smoke into the air. "So, what brings you here tonight?" she asked with a teasing glint in her eye.

"Well, you're welcome here anytime," she said with a crooked smile. "I hope you like it here... I try to keep things pretty chill." She paused for a moment, leaning closer to him. "You know, if you ever need someone to talk to..." Her voice trailed off suggestively.

She glanced down at his crotch and couldn't help but notice how hard he was getting. A devilish grin spread across her face as she licked her lips slowly. "Or...

"Oh really?" she said with a playful tone. "Well, if it bothers you that much..." She reached up and pulled off her black choker, revealing the soft flesh of her neck beneath. With a mischievous grin, she held it out to him. "Here, put this around your nose or something."

Her gaze traveled back down to his crotch, noticing how hard he still was. She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Or...

"Oh, come on now," she protested playfully. "It's just a little cigarette smoke. You don't have to go anywhere." With that, she leaned even closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Besides, you could always... blow it away from your face?" Her hand came up and teasingly brushed across his cheek before she drew a slow circle around his earlobe with the tip of her finger.

Her eyes narrowed slightly at his protests but she couldn't help but feel a thrill run through her at his discomfort. She leaned back against the bar, crossing her arms beneath her ample breasts and watching him intently. "Alright, suit yourself," she said with a shrug. "But you know where to find me if you change your mind." Her voice was playful yet firm, leaving no doubt that he could always come to her for whatever he needed.

Her eyes sparkled as she watched him finish his drink and leave a tip. "Well now," she murmured to herself, "looks like someone's feeling generous tonight." She smiled to herself before glancing around the bar once more. There were plenty of other patrons that could use her attention, but something about Héctor had caught hers. Maybe it was his determination or perhaps just his raw sexual energy... Whatever it was, she couldn't deny that she found him intriguing.

As Hector turns to leave, Roxanne can't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. She watches him go, admiring his broad shoulders and tight ass in his jeans. With a sigh, she shakes her head and turns back to attend to another customer at the bar. But even as she pours drinks and makes small talk, her thoughts keep drifting back to Hector. There was something about him...something she couldn't quite put her finger on. Maybe it was time for her to make a move after all?

Her eyes followed him as he walked out the door. Something about his determination had intrigued her. She took another drag on her cigarette and blew a smoke ring into the air. "Hmmm..." she murmured to herself. There was no denying that he'd left quite an impression on her tonight. Perhaps it was time for her to make a move, after all? With a sly smile curving her lips, she turned back towards the bar and started gathering up empty glasses.

As she busies herself with cleaning up the bar, Roxanne can't help but steal glances at the door every now and then. Her mind drifts back to their brief interaction earlier tonight, and she finds herself wondering what it would be like to get to know Hector better. Maybe if she were a little more forward...with her intentions? A mischievous grin spreads across her lips at the thought.

As Hector returns to the bar, searching for his wallet, Roxanne can't help but smile at him. There's something about his presence that makes her heart race a little faster. She saunters over to him, casually leaning against the bar beside him. "Hey there," she purred, running a hand through her short brown hair, "I was just wondering... if you want to hang out some other time? You know, without all the distractions?"

Her lips formed into a pout at his comment, but she didn't let it show on her face for long. She shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, I can try to keep my smoking indoors from now on," she teased with a wink. "Besides, you don't have to worry about any distractions here... I mean, besides me." Roxanne grinned suggestively at him, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

With a playful laugh, she leaned closer to him and said in a low voice, "Oh, I've seen it. In fact, I think... I might have borrowed something from it." Her fingers danced suggestively near his crotch as she spoke, teasing him further. "But we can talk about that later, hm?" Roxanne paused for a moment before adding with a sly grin, "After all, who knows where the night might take us?"

Her lips curled into a mischievous smile as she leaned even closer to him. "Fine," she purred, reaching into her pocket and retrieving his wallet before tossing it to him. "But if you want to see what else I've been hiding..." She trailed off suggestively, running a finger along his jawline. Her breath was warm against his ear as she whispered, "We might have to go somewhere more private."

Her brow furrowed slightly at his words, but she quickly regained her composure and chuckled. "Oh, I see," she said in a teasing tone. "You think my place would be too tame for your wild ways?" She paused, taking another drag on her cigarette before blowing out a plume of smoke between them. "Well, you might be surprised what kind of things can happen when you're with the right person." Her voice dropped lower, huskier now as she spoke directly into his ear. "

Her eyes glinted with amusement as she took another puff on her cigarette. "Alright," she said, blowing out a long stream of smoke before setting it down on the bar counter. "No more smoking around you. But if you're really that interested in spending some time together... we could always go somewhere else." Her voice was low and seductive as she ran her finger along his jawline again, trailing it down to his neck. "Somewhere private where I can show you just how much fun we could have..."

Her lips curved into a knowing smirk as she leaned even closer to him. "Oh, really?" she purred, her voice barely above a whisper. "And how do you know that? Have you been with someone like me before?" She let out a soft laugh, tilting her head slightly to the side as she studied his reaction. "Or maybe... you're just afraid of what might happen if you give in to your curiosity?" Her finger continued to dance along his neck, teasing him further.

Her eyes widened in disbelief as she heard his bold claim. "Oh really?" she drawled, her tone laced with sarcasm. "And how many of those women were actually worth remembering? Huh?" She leaned even closer, until their faces were mere inches apart. "I bet you can't even count them all on one hand." Her breath fanned across his cheek as she spoke, her voice dropping lower still. "But maybe... just maybe..."

Her eyes narrowed slightly at his comment but she didn't back down. "And what makes you think that?" she challenged, her voice low and husky. "Because I haven't given anyone a chance to prove themselves? Well, maybe it's time someone did." She traced her finger along the edge of his jawline, feeling the stubble beneath her fingertip. "And who knows... you just might be that someone."

Her eyes flared with challenge as she heard his comment. "Oh really?" she drawled, arching an eyebrow. "Then why don't we find out just how long I can resist you, hmm?" She leaned in even closer, their breaths mingling in the air between them. "Why don't we go someplace private and see who gives in first?"

Her face fell into an exasperated pout as she heard his excuse. "Oh please," she huffed, waving her hand dismissively. "You're just looking for an excuse to back out." She paused, considering him for a moment before leaning in close again and murmuring conspiratorially, "But if you really want to find out... I might know of a way for us to be alone without all that pesky smoke bothering you..." Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she raised an eyebrow meaningfully.

Her lips curled into a smile as she considered his challenge. "Alright," she agreed with a nod, "if that's what it takes to make you feel more comfortable." She glanced around the bar, thinking for a moment before pulling out her phone and quickly snapping a picture of all her cigarettes scattered across the counter. With a triumphant grin, she held up the photo for him to see. "There you go," she said proudly. "All of my cigars are gone now."

Her cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment as he accused her of being obsessed with him. "I... I didn't mean it like that," she stammered, looking down at her feet briefly before meeting his gaze once more. "It's just that... you intrigue me, you know? And I want to get to know you better." She paused, thinking for a moment before adding with a shy smile, "And maybe have some fun while we're at it."

Her heart skipped a beat as she heard his words. She smiled shyly and leaned in closer to him. "Well then," she whispered huskily, "shall we?" With that, she placed her hand on his chest and gently pushed him away from the bar, guiding him towards the door of her bar. As they exited out into the night, Roxanne couldn't help but feel a thrill course through her veins. This was going to be an adventure neither of them would forget anytime soon.

Her heart raced as they stepped outside her bar and into the night. With a playful grin, she turned to face Hector and replied coyly, "We'll see about that." Taking his hand in hers, she began leading him through the streets towards an abandoned warehouse not far from her bar. The further they walked, the more excited she felt. This was going to be an adventure neither of them would forget anytime soon.

Her lips curled into a mischievous smile as she heard his suggestive remark. "Oh really?" She teased back, her voice low and sultry. "And what makes you think I'd let you do that?" With every step they took closer to the warehouse, the anticipation built inside her like a firecracker about to explode. The thrill of not knowing exactly what was going to happen made this whole situation all the more enticing.

Her breath hitched in her throat as she considered his offer. The thought of letting him do such a thing sent shivers down her spine. With a slow, deliberate motion, she leaned in closer to Hector and whispered into his ear, "Deal." Her words were barely more than a husky breath against his skin. As they reached the warehouse door, she paused for a moment before turning to face him with a predatory grin. "And remember," she purred, running her fingers along his chest, "

her word. You're making a deal with me now." Her voice dropped even lower as she leaned in closer still, her breath fanning across his neck and sending shivers down his spine. "And I always keep my promises... especially when it comes to something like this."

Her eyes widened slightly at his words, but she couldn't hide the excitement that surged through her. With a mischievous grin, she reached up and cupped his cheek, pulling him down so their faces were inches apart. "Don't be too sure about that," she whispered huskily, running her tongue along his lower lip before pressing hers firmly against it. "But for now... let's see if you can keep your end of the bargain."

Her heart raced as they stood there, so close to each other. With a slow, deliberate movement, she reached up and undid the button on his pants, letting them fall to the ground with a soft thud. Her eyes never left his face as she lowered herself down onto her knees in front of him, taking his engorged length into her hand.

"You ready for this?" she asked breathily, tracing circles around the head of his cock with her thumb. "Because once I start... there's no going back."

Her heart raced as she listened to his words. With a sultry smile curving her lips, she rose gracefully to her feet and backed away slightly, giving him a full view of her body. Then, slowly and seductively, she began undressing. First, she pulled off her top, revealing perky breasts with hard nipples that beckoned him closer. Next came her skirt, tossed carelessly aside to pool at her feet.

Her back arched as she felt him enter her. With a gasp, she leaned back against his chest, their bodies pressing together in an erotic dance. Her hands clawed at his shoulders, digging into his skin as he began to move inside her. The sensation was unlike anything she'd ever felt before, and it sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body.

"Fuck," she moaned, the word tumbling out of her lips in a ragged breath. "You feel so good."

Her words grew ragged as he continued to thrust inside her. Her head fell back against his shoulder with each powerful stroke, and she could feel herself starting to lose control. "Harder," she panted, digging her nails into his shoulders even deeper. The sensation of him touching her just right sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body, leaving her breathless and desperate for more.

"That's it," he growled, picking up the pace even further. "You feel so fucking good."

Her hips bucked against him as he hit her sweet spot. A moan tore from her throat and she arched into him even harder. Her body was on fire with pleasure, every nerve ending alive and screaming for more. She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper still as the world began to spin out of control around them.

"Oh God," she whispered brokenly, "I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."

Her fingers dug into his shoulders as her orgasm crashed over her like a wave. She cried out his name and arched against him, shuddering with the force of it. As her body convulsed in pleasure, he continued to thrust inside her, driving them both closer to the edge.

"Hector," she panted, her voice raw with desire. "I... I can't..." She gasped as another wave of pleasure washed over her, leaving her spent and satisfied but aching for more.

Her breathing was ragged as she leaned back against him, still feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm coursing through her. "Well... you weren't exactly giving me much time to..." She trailed off with a shy smile before adding, "Maybe next time we can see who really is the fastest."

Her fingers ran idly up and down his chest as they stood there, catching their breath.

Her lips curled into a mischievous smile as she looked up at him. "Oh really?" she purred, tilting her head slightly to the side. "And what makes you so sure of that?" There was an unmistakable challenge in her voice, and he couldn't help but feel a thrill run down his spine.

Her eyes widened slightly at his words, but she didn't let it show on her face. "Oh really?" she purred, arching an eyebrow playfully. "And how do you figure that? Maybe it's time for another little challenge... to see who's truly the fastest." She grinned mischievously up at him, her fingers dancing teasingly along his chest once more.

Her cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment at his reminder. "Well... I suppose we could always revisit that later," she said with a sly smile. "After all, there's no harm in having fun while we're at it." She leaned forward and pressed her lips against his neck, trailing kisses down his chest as she began to unbutton his shirt slowly. "And who knows... maybe I'll win this time," she whispered, her voice full of playful challenge.

Her laughter was soft and seductive as she looked up at him. "Oh darling," she purred, her voice laced with amusement, "you don't know me very well, do you?" She paused for a moment, tracing a finger along his abdomen before pressing her lips to the skin just above it. "I always keep my word... even when it comes to bets like these." Her eyes met his unwaveringly, daring him to challenge her. "So don't worry," she murmured against his skin, "

Her laughter danced around them like a mischievous faerie. "Miedo?" she repeated incredulously, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I'm not afraid of anything... especially not something as simple as that." She paused, running her tongue along her bottom lip before continuing. "And besides," she added with a sultry grin, "it's not like you have anywhere else to be tonight, is it?"

Her smile grew wider as she looked into his eyes. "Of course I'll pay you back," she breathed, her voice low and husky. "You have my word on that." She leaned in closer, pressing their bodies together once more as she traced a finger along his erection. "But for now... why don't we focus on having some fun?" Her lips curved into a wicked grin as she reached down and took him back into her hand, slowly beginning to stroke him again.

"Just remember,"

Her eyes narrowed slightly at his words, but she didn't let it show on her face. "Oh really?" she purred, arching an eyebrow playfully. "And where do you think you're going to go? This place belongs to me, remember?" She paused, trailing a fingernail along the hem of his shirt before slipping it underneath and teasingly tracing a line up his abdomen. "Now, why don't you just enjoy yourself for a little while longer?"

Her cheeks flushed at his words. "Fine," she huffed, but couldn't hide the disappointment in her voice. "But just remember... you can't leave until we settle this." She took a step closer to him, her body brushing against his as she reached up and gently tugged at his shirt. "Come on," she purred, "let's finish what we started." Her fingers curled around the hem of his shirt, tugging it over his head in one smooth motion.

Her eyes narrowed slightly at his words. "Oh really?" she drawled, arching an eyebrow. "And why do you think I'd let you leave until we settle this?" She took another step closer to him, her body brushing against his once more. "Besides," she added with a wicked grin, "it's not like you have anywhere else to be tonight, is it?"

With that, she reached up and cupped his cheek, pulling him down so their faces were inches apart.

Her lips curled into a mischievous smile as she heard his protest. "Oh, I'm sorry," she drawled sarcastically. "Did you have something else in mind? Because I'm having fun with this." She slid her hands up his chest and around his neck, pulling him even closer. "And let's not forget who started all of this, shall we?"

Her breath fanned across his cheek as she leaned in close once more, their bodies pressed together from breast to hip. "Now,"

Her eyes widened in surprise at his sudden movement. "Hey!" she exclaimed, reaching out to grab his arm. "Where do you think you're going?" Her heart raced as he glared back at her, his face flushed with anger. She didn't want this to end like this; they had only just started to have fun.

"Roxanne," he growled through gritted teeth, "let me go." His voice was low and threatening, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.

Her eyes narrowed defiantly as she glared back at him. "I'm not afraid of you," she spat, jerking her arm free from his grasp. "And I don't take threats lightly." She took a step back, putting some distance between them despite the urge to close the gap and feel his warmth again.

"Fine," she said through clenched teeth, "if that's how you want it..."

Her heart pounded in her chest as he turned and left, slamming the door behind him. She couldn't believe how quickly things had gone south. With a shaky breath, she took another step back, trying to calm her racing thoughts. Maybe she should have handled that differently... but it was too late now. There was no going back.

Her eyes slowly drifted shut as she leaned back against the wall, taking deep breaths to steady her racing heart. This was a mess, and she didn't know how to fix it. Maybe tomorrow... she could try talking to him again, smooth things over... But for now, there was nothing else she could do but wait.

Her heart ached as she realized her mistake. She should've never brought up the bet in the first place. It was supposed to be fun, a way to spice things up between them... but now it had turned into something else entirely. Maybe there was still hope for tomorrow; perhaps she could find some way to apologize and make things right again with Hector. For now though, all she could do was sit here and wait, her thoughts spiraling out of control.

As the sound of his engine faded into the distance, Roxanne could only hope that he would come back. Her heart felt heavy with regret and worry, but she knew that she had to try and fix this before it was too late. With a deep breath, she pushed herself away from the wall and began gathering her things, preparing for bed. Maybe tomorrow would be better... but for now, there was nothing more she could do than wait and hope for Hector's forgiveness.

Her eyes drifted shut as she climbed into bed, her mind racing with ways to make things right between them. It wouldn't be easy, but she was determined to try. Maybe in the morning, when everything had cooled down a bit... She could go over and apologize to him, explain how much she appreciated their time together and how silly this whole thing had been. Perhaps then they could find a way to move past this misunderstanding and get back to enjoying each other's company again.

With renewed determination, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of making things right with Hector. She knew it wouldn't be easy, but deep down inside she felt that they could still find their way back to each other if they tried hard enough. Tomorrow was another day, and she intended to make the most of it.

Her slumber was fitful, however; dreams of angry glares and slammed doors haunted her throughout the night.

Her dreams were filled with images of Hector, his face twisted in anger and disappointment. Over and over again she tried to apologize, to explain herself, but he always turned away, refusing to listen. She awoke with a start, her heart racing and tears streaming down her cheeks. It was going to be harder than she thought to fix this mess.

Her eyes slowly fluttered open as she felt the warmth of the sun on her face. For a moment, she forgot about everything that had happened last night; her hopes and dreams for a peaceful resolution dashed to pieces like fragile glass. With a heavy sigh, she sat up in bed and glanced over at the clock, realizing with a start that it was already afternoon.

With renewed determination, she swung her legs out of bed and began getting ready for the day. She would go see Hector later;

She needed to make things right between them. Perhaps she could find some way to show him how sorry she truly was... and maybe then they could start fresh, put all of this behind them. Her stomach did a nervous flip-flop at the thought of facing him again, but she knew it had to be done. She would make things right, no matter what it took.

Her steps were tentative as she approached his table. She had practiced what she was going to say over and over in her head, but now that the moment was finally here, it all felt wrong. With a deep breath, she forced herself to speak. "Hector... I just wanted to apologize for last night. I shouldn't have brought up the bet; it was stupid and childish of me."

She paused, waiting for him to say something, but his expression remained unreadable. Swallowing hard, she continued, "

Her heart sank as his words washed over her. "I know I do," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "And I'm willing to pay you back... however long it takes. Just... please, let's not fight anymore." She took a step closer to him, her eyes pleading for understanding.

His expression softened slightly, and he reached out to take her hand in his own. "It's okay, Roxanne," he said gently. "

Her heart hammered in her chest as he spoke. There was no way she could pay him back now; not here in public like this. "I... I can't," she stammered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "Not here, not now..."

His grip tightened on her hand, and his eyes narrowed. "What do you mean, you can't?" he growled. "You owe me, Roxanne... don't try to weasel out of it."

Her cheeks burned with shame as he accused her of not keeping her word. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the murmur of conversation around them. "I really am..." She bit her lip, unable to meet his gaze. "I just... need some time."

Her heart sank as he announced his intentions to leave. "Wait," she cried, her voice desperate. "Please, don't go... I can get it for you tonight." She reached out to him, grasping at straws. "Just give me until then, okay?" Her eyes pleaded with him to understand.

"I-I'll find something," she stammered. "Just please don't go... I can make it up to you." Her voice broke, and tears welled up in her eyes. She hated how pathetic she must look, but she couldn't help herself. "Please, Hector..."

Taking a shaky breath, she looked him in the eye and said, "I'll do whatever you want... just don't leave." Her voice was barely audible over her own sobs. She didn't know what else to say; it felt like all her words had deserted her.

She closed her eyes, willing herself not to cry harder as she waited for his reply.