There’s nothing better than leather pants. Not even money, when you think about it. Worn by the right person, they don’t even need to bring a wallet…

She waited in line, looking properly upset when asked for the cover fee. She pouted, smiled, and used her…feminine charms until the bouncer suddenly felt that she didn’t need to pay up. Flashing a smirk she ducked in the doorframe.

She settled on a stool, leaning forward just enough to give the guys an eyeful of smooth black leather. Like magic, she was soon bombarded with complimentary drinks, the bartender dutifully pointing out each man that sent a cocktail. In turn, she’d give them a seductive grin, just enough to give him hope – and to get herself yet another drink.

The night went on in this fashion; not spending a dime, only dancing with a few of the cuter guys, letting them earn more than just a look. Thoroughly pleased with herself at the end of the night, she piled into a taxi (paid for, of course, by yet another club guy), reflecting on her