Andrew Carrington was in a rut. He was working for a company that didn't appreciate his intelligence and hard work. He needed to let loose. He'd been looking forward to Friday night all week. His friend from college had opened a new bar/club in downtown and it had really gotten popular. He had been meaning to go for the longest time, but he was either too busy or too tired.
He was looking forward to seeing Marcus. Damn, he remembered how much trouble they got into. When there was always time for the ladies. He was starting to feel really old. He kept telling himself that he shouldn't. He was pretty good looking for 32 years old. Drew had light brown hair cut short and hazel eyes with golden flecks in them. He was about 6'2" and an athletic built. He made it a point to work out to relieve some of the stress that he got from work and from annoying people.
It was a hot summer black cock night and everyone seemed to be out and about trying to find the best place to party. As Drew walked up to the door, he was really grateful that he had called ahead to let Marcus know that he was coming. He told him that he would put his name on the list at the door. It's good to have friends in high places, such as the owner of the hippest club in town.
Drew entered the club and was rate my cock really impressed with the vision chicks suck horse cock and atmosphere that Marcus was able to execute. The club had two levels, upstairs and downstairs, with high ceilings. The place was packed. He headed for the bar. He was really gay cock grateful dick deep throat that there was actually a seat empty at the bar. He took a seat and waited to get the attention of a bartender for a drink.
He finally was able to make eye contact with one. She was incredible. Very beautiful. She gave him a really bright smile that just melted away all the bad things that happened to him that day go away. She walked over towards him and slammed her monsters of cock hand on the table. He yelled out big black dicks what he wanted to drink over the music, but he could tell that she couldn't hear him.
She leaned forward giving him a lovely view if her cleavage and asked him to lean forward to her using her index finger. He tried again telling her in her ear what he wanted to drink while inhaling her intoxicating perfume. She grazed her finger tips on his cheek and jaw line and then stepped back to give him another smile, nod and started making his drink.
While she was grabbing bottles and a glass to poor his drink, he looked her over to get a better appreciation of what was before him. She had on the club employee uniform of a black t-shirt with the club's logo and denim. She had chosen a denim skirt for the evening. He knew because there a mirror behind the bar that was slightly tilted with shelves in front of it filled with every sort of hard liquor anyone could probably think of. Her t-shirt hugged her ample breasts quite nicely and was about five foot five.
Drew also knew she was wearing tennis shoes which he was sure that she was thankful for since she would be standing behind the bar all night. The main thing that surprisingly attracted him to her was her chocolaty smooth skin. She was a knockout and was emphasized by her skin color. It made her so exotic. Her eyes were brown and seemed dark, but friendly. He could just sit there and look at her all night.
She finished mixing his drink and handed it to him with a napkin underneath. She gave him a little curtsy and another killer smile.
He mouthed to her, "How much do I owe you," as he was pulling out his wallet.
With a big smile she nodded her head in the negative mouthing to him, "No, No."
He smiled appreciatively. A woman has never bought him a drink before. He kind of liked it. It made huge dicks his whole day.
Another man came and squeezed himself in to order his drink from the beautiful bartender. He ordered a couple of beers and gave her the money for them, then she handed him the beer bottles. She took some other orders while he nursed his drink at the bar waiting for her to have a few moments to breath. She would dance a little bit if a song she liked came on and she would give him a couple of glances in kind.
She walked over to Drew when she had a moment. She mouthed, "How is the drink? Is it okay?"
He leaned in to tell the beautiful bartender in her ear, "Yeah, it's good. Just the way I like it."
Drew did that so that he could get close to her again. He asked her, "What is your name?"
She looked black cocks down onto her t-shirt and didn't see something. Covering the dick in pussy front of her lower abdomen she had on a short black apron that had pocket in them. She put one hand in each pocket, fishing for what she was looking for. Her right hand found what she wanted. She had pulled out a name tag. She positioned the name tag right in the middle of her t-shirt's neckline so when you look at the name tag her had to look at her ample cleavage. "FRANK", said Drew. She nodded yes.
"I wouldn't have thought of you as a Frank, Frank." She smiled and shrugged her shoulder.
"I am Andrew. Drew for short."
Frank gave her hand for Drew to take and they shook hands.
Wow, thought Drew, her hands were cold but soft. "Nice to meet you", he said.
She nodded in the affirmative with a smile. Then she did something that amazed him. She took a napkin from the bar, wrote something on it and handed it to him.
It read, "May I have your phone number?" When he looked up at her, she had an adorable grin with the right side of her lips curling up.
She handed him the pen and he wrote down his cell phone number. He couldn't believe he was getting picked up by this beauty. They hardly said anything to each other, besides the looks and glances that they were monster cocks giving to each other. Frank took the napkin and put the number in her bra securely nestling it next to her left breast. As he looked on she took off her name tag, put it in her apron and took the apron off. She put the apron under the counter and looked back up at Drew.
"Where are you going?" asked Drew. She gave him a sideways glance and gestured with her hand to her ear like a phone and mouthed that she will call him and disappeared behind a door leading to the back.
Damn that woman was smooth, thought Drew. It was quite refreshing to be picked up by a beautiful woman, but then she would have a cock rings lot of power and he did not like having to wait and wonder if she was going to call him. So this is how his past girlfriends felt when he took his time to give them a call.
After being in the club for what seems to be like over an hour, he final saw Marcus. He looked the same as always. As he made his way over to him, Marcus saw him and made his way hard horse cocks to meet him half way.
"You finally made it man", yelled Marcus, "I am so glad that you are here. What do you think of the place? Can you believe it"?
"Its great man, I big black cocks am so proud of you", Drew yelled. Marcus suggested that they go someplace where they could talk and for him to follow him.
Marcus Simmons led him to the second floor where his office was located. Really nice. Huge mahogany desk with two leather chairs in front of it. Drew took a seat in one of the chairs and Marcus offered him a drink. Drew declined and looked around inspecting the digs.
"Well, aren't we movin' on blondes sucking cock up," laughed Drew. "You have really done well for yourself, man. You always said that you would do it and you did."
"Sho' did. It was a bitch trying to get everything together, but it was worth it. Even the celebrities are making appearances to my humble abode."
"Well you deserve it man. I am really proud of you. Sorry it took me forever to get my ass in here. Been so busy in his first huge cock the office you know how that is."
"Uh, not really Mister new youngest Vice young cocks President of Finance at Simon and Turner. Congrats man, shit, we are movin' on up. Who would have thought that us two goof balls would be big time successful businessmen? Hey, I'm even thinking about getting married."
"YOU! I can't believe that mess. What the hell have you been smokin'? Who's the poor woman? Not Jocelyn, you two still together?"
"Yep, she has been pestering me about getting married and we do have a child together. I might as well make an honest woman out of her. I just wanted to have a little money in the bank before we got married. Now I'm able to support her and our son. I hope you will stand up for me when that time comes."
"Of course, I'd be honored to. Talking about the ladies, I had an unusual encounter with an ebony beauty behind the bar.
"Which one?" asked Marcus.
"She said or pointed rather to her name tag that said FRANK.
"We don't have any female bartenders named Frank. Are you sure that her name is Frank"
"Yeah I'm sure. That's strange. I didn't imagine her. She was about your complexion with curly wild horse cock in women hair and the club's black t-shirt with a denim skirt.
Marcus picked up the phone and called down to the bar's manager.
"Hey, is Frank there. Uh Uh. Yeah, Oh. Okay Thanks man. Bye," said Marcus into the phone and then hung up.
He looked back at Drew with the same one sided grin the mystery girl showed him a short while ago.
"We have a Frank employed here. HE was out sick tonight so he was relieved by my cousin, Daphne. She is cock torture some piece big cock sex of work." |
