The barstool stood in a circle of men, who looked heated despite the early morning hour and the chilliness in the bar. They panted like they’d run a marathon. Victoria sat on the high chair, her short skirt hoisted up and barely covering her butt. Matt grimaced. She knew how to attract attention and how to hold it. The spectacle fascinated him, every time again. A drop-dead gorgeous woman, Victoria knew her outer appearance blinded people and she exploited it to the fullest. Matt sat down on a chair at the far end of the counter. One by one, he studied the men around her until he knew who her latest victim was. The man, a young boy almost, had the goofy smile of a winner who hadn’t…