The Lumber Yard (WIP)

It’s a warm autumn night. A cool breeze gently brushes your face, as you drive down the unfamiliar road. You see a light in the distance, and head towards it slowly. As you drive, you notice the light get smaller until there is a small dirt road on your right.  The light emitting from the lamppost, illuminates a classy wooden sign. The Lumber Yard, it declares in gold embossed letters. Deciding after a short internal debate, you turn onto the road and follow it to a beautifully-made log-cabin style establishment.
You park in the lot, hoping for a nice, home-cooked meal. It seems to be a lumberjack themed restaurant. You approach and enter the building, stepping inside the cozy, but dimly lit, building. The scent of pine envelops you and you approach a dimly lit hostess booth. The young woman asks you if you would like to sit at the bar or a booth.
“Booth,” you reply in a gruff voice.
She moves out of the shadowed are and into the dim lighting. You feel your jeans tighten as you realize the woman is dressed solely in combat boots, a pair of daisie dukes, and a plaid crop top (tied into a neat bow between her pert breasts). Her ass shakes in time with her steps, hypnotizing you as a snake charmer does a cobra. The tantalizing orbs stop their swaying, as the hostess turns and gestures for you to have a seat.