The day had been one of those stinking ones, a day which you would throw wanted to end after two hours of working ; everything had gone wrong since Dave got up. His coffee tree cup's ear broke as he picked it up, fell on him, pouring scalding hot deep brown all over his work apparel. He had to get dressed again ; this made him five minutes late already, then his car didn't want to originate ; he had to rush to make the bus and his five minutes became twenty minute of arc. The bus had to make a lot of plosive consonant and in the end Dave made it to the office an minute late. The foreman wasn't happy, the work was piled high, so Dave skipped lunch, had a collation at three, and worked until eight. It was a very foresighted day ; he was too former to catch the last bus and had to wait and see if he could get a taxi. Overall a very rotten day.

Once he got home, he had a look at his car and it started perfectly, at to the lowest degree it was the weekend and he decided that since he had such a bad day, he was going to go out to the club. He needed a beer or three. Getting changed he drove the seven stop to the club, it was a nice place overall, they played not bad dance euphony, the drinks was reasonably priced and they only stopped when the lastly person left. He paid his admittance fee, got the revenue stamp on the back of his hired hand and went inside, the barkeep was Lucy. They casually flirted and even though they were both bingle, it never went advance than that. Dave never had thought about it, she had a cause of death consistency, clearly well-looked after, long red fuzz and she almost never wore any more make-up than red lipstick. Her blue air center always seemed to light up when she saw him and at sentence she favoured him with a lovely smile, that grinning flashed over her fount as she saw him take a seat.

"Hey luv, common ?"

He nodded at her,

"Hey there lovely, retain one on the ice as well."

She nodded and soon he sat with a cold beer, the next one lined up, but still in the fridge. She leaned on the counter, offering Dave and any other man in the neighborhood a good expression down her creamy cleavage.

"So what's up ? You look rather haggard tonight."

Dave sighed and took a sip of his beer,

"Had a really crappy day."

He quickly recapped the day and she tutted, shaking her fountainhead,

"William Tell you what luv, you can stimulate a shot on me tonight OK ?"

Dave chuckled,

"Thanks Lu, but I'll pay this evening if that's OK with you."

She flashed him a grinning,

"Looking for something to a greater extent ?"

He made a show of ogling her firm breasts,

"Hmmm perhaps, I usually get my inspirations from visuals."

She laughed and moved to another customer, Dave finished his beer ; he took the side by side one with him as he headed for the dance floor. He took a arse at one of the tables lining the edge of the dancing trading floor, there weren't a lot of people dancing and that was probably why the girl immediately caught his attending. She wore black knee joint length boots, a black miniskirt and as she was dancing with her vertebral column to him, he could only see that the top had an undecided backrest and was sleeveless, the back was cut so low, he was sure she wore no bra at all. She was dancing alone, clearly enjoying the music, her long black hair moving along with her as she shook her head. Dave smiled as he watched her ; of course his beer ran out, so he went to get himself a new one. When he returned she was gone, so he watched the other mass as they danced, it was fun and he also caught a few moves as he watched them.

He was drawing to the end of his beer when he saw her again ; she came to the flooring and found a speckle close to his board. He could see the top more clearly now, it was loose in the front end, it was cut in such a way that it fell in folds from her shoulders down to below her breasts, baring a rather big cleavage. She had studs through her depleted lip which glinted in the twinkle of the golf-club, there was a tattoo running from her wrist up her arm and ending at her cervix, he couldn't clearly see what it was. Her eyes were darkened with mascara and it made her eyes looked like they smouldered as her gaze moved around the floor. She smiled at him and he nodded at her, lifting his beer in an almost goner or salute to her. She laughed and favoured him with another grinning, she started to dance and he watched as she shimmied and shook her body to the beat of the music.

He finished his beer and waited until the song stopped playing, she looked at him as he got up ; he motioned to the bottle and tilted it to show it was empty. She nodded and kept dancing as the music went on. Strange enough when he returned with a beer and a gun she was gone again, he slowly sipped on his whisky and beer. laughter caught his attention and the young woman came past with two others, they carried bottles cooldrink, she gave his a small-scale moving ridge and he waved back. He smiled to himself, when he finished his drinks he got up, he felt like dancing himself, so he strolled onto the floor. He closed his eyes for a few moments, allowing the music to get into his organization ; then he started to dance.

He opened his center only to find the little girl like a few feet away from him ; she was dancing, almost like she hadn't notice him, but he saw her glancing towards him at times. He just grinned and danced, it was fun, almost like hitting the gym, a good, toilsome employment out to get the bloodline pumping and the muscles working. Only this was like the treadmill, a serious cardio workout, but his attention got displume towards the little girl as she danced. Then a guy came up to her, dancing finis, almost crowding her, Dave could see the bother on her face, she wasn't enjoying herself anymore. The guy moved even closer, his script touching her arm, shoulder, back as he tried to make what he called dancing tone good. He failed miserably with that. Dave moved closer and tapped the guy on the shoulder ; he looked over his shoulder at Dave.

"What ?"

"Could you perhaps move to the side of meat a bit ? I want to watch out her dance."

"fuck off dude."

Dave smiled,

"Nope, I'm sorry, but I have a taste and you're interrupting it."

The man rounded on Dave,

"Listen asshole, I'll fucking sound off your ass if you don't fucking leave me alone."

Dave kept his smile on his face,

"Actually you will try, but you will get removed by Greg over there by the door and I will go back to dancing. So quit while you're ahead."

The man looked him over and then at Greg, the chucker-out who was looking at them right at that import. He looked back at Dave,

"Just because you're blanched doesn't mean I'm going to back off fucker."

Dave sighed,

"Listen, you have a choice, either leave her be and go harry someone else or get contrive out."

The man raised his hands and shoved Dave away from him, or at least tried to ; Dave took one step backwards and shook his head.

"I'm not dropping this…"

The fist came from the side ; Dave ducked under it, swayed backwards away from the side by side one. He was no pugilist, but he did blame up a few thing watching the cat train in their constituent of the gym. The guy stormed at him, his fist flying, but Dave slipped under a right field and stepped to the English. By then Greg had turned up, his hulking form looming up between the two of them. The man of course tried to get at Dave, but a huge hand grabbed him by the taking into custody and held him in place.

"What is going on here ?"

The man spat towards Dave,

"That asshole were hassling me !"

Dave was about to suffice when the girl stepped up next to him,

"Actually he was fussy hassling me, this man just told him to result me alone."

Greg nodded,

"Well then, that means you have had sufficiency of the club."

Greg pulled the man away from the dance floor, Dave sighed as he watched the man getting thrown out and then he turned to the girl.

"Sorry about that, I just didn't like what he was doing."

She smiled,

"No indigence to be sorry, that was sweet, first time anybody have done that for me."

He returned the smile,

"Well let's saltation, I did revel the music."

She chuckled and shimmied away, slipping into a dance, giving Dave a playful heartbeat, he chuckled and started to dance again as well. A few birdcall later he decided that it was time for another drink ; he waited for the bridge circuit between two strain, then he headed for the bar.

"Hey Lu, Gold and Lemonade."

"Coming up luv."

"Can I get a Coke please ?"

Dave looked at the little girl and she grinned up at him, she was much scant than him, even with the high dog of her boots.

"So do you ingest a name ?"

Dave smiled,

"David Knight, but citizenry call me Dave."

She stuck out her hand,

"Tamryn Sophie Tucker, mass call me Tamsy."

Dave shook her hand,

"Good to meet you Tamsy."

"Likewise, so you come here often ?"

He nodded,

"Yeah, best daub in the suburb."

She motioned vaguely to a board, when Dave looked he could see the other two girls sitting there,

"Yeah they said so too, so far I think they're right."

He saw that the tattoo was quite a courteous work of art ; it was a highly elaborated dragon.

"So what do you do for a living Dave ?"

Their drinks arrived and Dave tapped his chest, Lucy nodded and moved away to put it on his tab,

"I'm a programmer, meddling working on a paysheet platform for the company. In my free time, I'm working on a low tier AI."

They had moved to a mesa as he talked and they say down,

"What about you ?"

She shrugged,

"Art scholarly person, one-third year."

She motioned at her arm,

"I am planning to do this as well, but first I need the funds to get me set up and a student always needs money."

He nodded,

"Yeah I know, I finished my field last twelvemonth, still paying off the student loan. It's hectic to be a student and having a need for cash all the time. It sucks actually."

She nodded her agreement,

"So you live nearby ?"

He took a sip of his rum and lemonade,

"Yeah, seven blocks away at the Escalade flats."

"Hey I know somebody that lives there, Darian Captain John Smith ? Think he lives in matt number 28 ?"

Dave nodded,

"Yeah the photographer student, I know that he had visited me a few times to help him envision out his editing software."

"Yes ! That's him. So you're the guy he always visits."

Dave grinned,

"Small world hey ?"

She nodded,

"Yes indeed."

They continued talking, he found her quite appealing and of trend with her being pretty it didn't hurt at all to talk with her. They danced a bit as well, but spent most of the time talking, it was well past midnight when Dave decided that it was time to go home. Tamsy bid him farewell, giving him a hug and a osculation on the cheek, heading where her admirer probably was. Dave paid his tab, giving Lucy a nice tip and headed out. Outside he stopped and scanned the parking lot, usually guys like the one Greg tossed out, lurked about to get even.

"He got in a car and left Dave, I checked him out. Big oral fissure no cajones, probably just went at you to save his rep as a bad ass."

Dave grinned at Greg,

"Thanks man."

They bumped fist and Dave walked to his car, getting his keys out, he got into his car and started the engine when he saw Tamsy coming alone out of the club, looking around the parking lot. She didn't seem very happy about something. Dave pulled out of the parking space and rolled the car up to the steps, he rolled down his window.

"Hey Tams, is something the matter ?"

The scowl on her face turned to a smiling when she saw him and came down the stairs,

"My friends left without me, their phones are off. I can bet you they picked up some guy cable and went home."

She was leaning forward, resting her arms on the receptive window, the top opening up to show more of her raw sienna skin and grueling breasts.

"Where do you live ?"

"Gallaghan heights."

"Well I am not going to let you walk to there, why don't I take you domicile ?"

She bit her get down lip, then slowly nodded,

"Sure, why not ?"

She opened the door and got in, settling her small deal bag on her lap, she slumped into the seat as he pulled away.

"I can't believe they did that. I mean if they at least asked me it would let been fine."

Dave smiled,

"You need to get you a wingman, or wingwoman in your guinea pig. Never leave without each former unless you tell them that you're going."

She looked over at him,

"Let me guess, usually if you have somebody with you and a chance to get laid."

Dave nodded,

"Yup that one."

She chuckled,

"You ever played wingman Dave ?"

He shrugged,

"book binding in college yeah, usually was the double D as well."

"Designated number one wood ? You never went home with a perfumed minuscule college girl ?"

He shook his head,

"Nope, was a bit of an obese guy back then."

She snorted,

"So ? It's about the personality, not what you look like."

He grinned,

"Perhaps, but not to me, to me it's all about what I look like."

She brushed her hair's-breadth over one shoulder,

"Ohhh you want to look honorable ?"

He nodded,

"I try yes."

She seemed to think as she looked at him and then looked at the road,

"So what do you intend of me ? Am I pretty ?"

He glanced at her,

"Yes you are."

"You're not just saying that ? I mean most guy rope don't like the piercings and tattoos."

He shrugged,

"I have seen pretty young lady screw up their looks with piercings, tattoos, implants and you name it. You've done just enough, you look very pretty just the way you are."

He made the bend into the street she had mentioned she lived ; she motioned for him to lay off at a five storey building.

"well this is me."

She got out and closed the threshold behind her, she seemed to pause and then leaned down,

"I suppose you wouldn't be interested in a foul brewage we students live on ? I think somebody labelled it filter coffee ?"

He smiled,

"If you have sugar, I'm game."

She nodded,

"I have sugar, not much, but it should be enough."

He rolled up the window and switched off the car, he was looking forward to talking more with her ; she was quite a lot of fun. He got out and locked the car, following her to the front doorway ; she entered a code and opened the security logic gate. Stepping inside Dave allowed the gate to click close behind him, his showtime opinion was that she lived on one of the upper floors, but instead she led him down the small hallway to the last door on the right hand. Unlocking the door ; she entered and he followed her interior. Of course it wasn't pristine, but it wasn't a mess either, he tried to find oneself a Bible to key it all and finally came up with one. Art.

She pulled off her boots and waved her hand around the flat, it wasn't vast, but not a shoebox either. Most of the things that lay around were design made out of paper mache, papers, record book even a few pencils. Leaning against the wall was story plug-in and Dave assumed she used the figure of speech to draw them.

"Interesting."

He walked over to a drawing, it seemed like she was engaged making a short-circuit film from the study she had laid out.

"That is for our finals, we have to script in a short film."

Dave nodded,

"Animation will take a lot of time."

She sighed,

"I know right ? And the risky thing is that I'm way behind schedule."

He nodded as he looked her study over, she was good.

"Well if you want I can help oneself you with that, I have a lilliputian computer programme that links with editing programs like Corel Draw or Photoshop. You just rake your icon into the political platform and it picks up the basic business. You just select the breaker point that you want to animate and it can exalt the figure for about two minutes."

"Wow really ? Why haven't you brought it out yet ?"

He shrugged,

"workplace regulations. Any study I bring out is solitary right of the companionship, will most probably just get ripped off anyway."

"That blows. well I will be very thankful, but I can't pay you for it though."

He snorted and waved her objection away,

"I want you to take in it ; I don't want to trade it to you."

He stood up,

"By the spirit of it, your percolator is spitting out that warm water already."

She nodded,

"Yeah it is old, but it gets the job done."

He looked around the flat, there stood a computer in one niche, from the sleek personal credit line he took it to be a gaming box.

"So you biz ?"

She came to tolerate next to him,

"I used to, now I use it to lick on. Processing speed, RAM and graphics are really just what I need."

He nodded and took in the scanner, while not new ; it was top of the seam and only three age old,

"I guess gift from your parents ?"

She nodded,

"Yeah, was kind of a birthday present."

He smiled,

"That's a decent gesture."

He moved over to a couch and sat down, stretching out his legs in nominal head of him, she went into the kitchen and came back, she stopped and he could see she felt a bit embarrassed,

"I forgot, would you like a cookie ?"

He nodded,

"Sure, why not just give me a preference of the one you took a bite of ?"

She came over to him and without hesitation straddled his lap, to say he was surprised would be an understatement. She leaned in and kissed him, her lips parted and her glossa slipped into his rima oris, then she broke the kiss and leaned back, a blush on her face, darkening the light brown peel slightly.


"Gosh…that was all that was left of it."

He could detect a faint gingerroot and grinned,

"well I will not complain about it."

"Oh really ?"

She arched an eyebrow at him and he nodded,

"Yes, really, there is nothing to plain about."

"Good."

She leaned in again, kissing him again, almost hungrily. He returned the kiss, only placing his handwriting on her back when she wrapped her branch around his neck opening. The glossa stud she wore glided over his tongue ; she worked it around, clearly having a lot of experience with teasing with the stud. He could feel himself getting very excited as his hands explored her frown back and slid over the suave tegument of her exposed back. When she finally pulled back, she was slightly out of breathing spell and gave him a grin,

"So much better than my friends."

He smiled,

"gladiola that I meet your approval."

She chuckled,

"Oh you met that at the club already."

She leaned forward again, looking into his eyes,

"If you say you don't want this I will bar. I know some of you don't want to be with girls like me."

He arched an eyebrow,

"Girls with piercings and tattoos ?"

She grinned,

"Coloured young lady you nut."

He smiled,

"If I had a problem I wouldn't have kissed you."

"goodness, because I'm fucking horny."

She silenced any answer with another osculation ; he could feel her hands sliding over his body, unbuttoning his shirt. She clearly wasn't a shy daughter once you got her in the temper and boy was she in the humor. Any push that seemed a piddling resistant she just pulled off, her hands slid over his skin as her spit fought his for authority of each other's backtalk. He slid his hired hand over her buttocks, squeezing them firmly, making her push button her rosehip forward, her groin grinding against his and moaning into the candy kiss. She opened his shirt, pushing it surface to run her hand over his skin again, he was no tanned Greek god, but he was no slouch in the gym either and it seemed to suffer a very expert effect on her as she kept grinding her crotch against his hardening cock, the heating plant emanating from her and her rapid respiration testimony to her own stimulation. She suddenly drew away from him, grabbing hold of her top just above her hips and pulling it off over her head.

She had full phase of the moon hips, thin middle with a tone potbelly, she obviously spent a good deal time working on herself as well, he stared as her white meat came into sight, full, bout and swaying gently with her movements. He saw in gravel awe, they were lovely, she sat there looking at him, gently biting her lower lip as if wondering if he liked what he saw. Fact was he did, he reached up, running his digit over her tummy with it's flatware belly ring, up to cup a white meat in each hand, he looked up at her and smiled,

"Absolutely lovely."

She smiled back at him and gasped when he ran his fingerbreadth over her brown nipples, the rivet through them making them stand out proudly. He gently squeezed her tit, she moaned softly as he slowly kneaded her bosom, he leaned forward, running his tongue over one tit ; she pushed her finger's breadth into his hair arching her back to proudly acquaint her titty to him. He practically worshipped them, kissing, licking and sucking on her nipples, using his glossa to wiggle the piercings, this seemed to force her wild as she groaned and her hands clenched at his hair.

After a lot of groaning and moaning in pleasure, she pushed his head away from her breasts and leaned down to kiss him hungrily, without a word she got up from his lap, she undid her mini and slipped it off, revealing a sexy little g-string, the dark bluish material barely covered her pussy. Dave sat up, pulling off his shirt, then pulled out his shoes and wind cone, his blue jean followed and left him in a visibly tented gray boxer. She gave him a smile and stepped up to him, he smiled back at her, pulling her into his munition, his hard cock pushing up against her as they embraced, their lips finding each former's. He cupped her naked buttocks, stroking them and squeezing firmly, making her moan into his rima oris, he felt a hand slip in between their bodies, pushing the top of his pugilist down over his slam. Her soft handwriting clasped his dick, not able to hand around, she started to glide her hand upwards to the tip, suddenly pulling back from the kiss and looked down. She looked up at him with a smiling,

"Now that is a very nice rooster you have there."

He smiled,

"Thank you."

She gripped his pugilist and pulled it down, marvelling at his cock as it stood proud at aid, throbbing in the air in anticipation, she wrapped her around his shaft again and pulled the skin away from his head, leaning in to clobber up some of the pre-cum escaping his hole.

"Mmm…"

She got to her feet, slipping the G-string over her hips and with a little shift sent it to the ground, he admired her smooth pussycat, it seemed so wet and inviting. She took his manus, seemed to manoeuvre for a threshold, paused and then pulled him to the kitchen ; the kitchen was great, mostly built-in cupboard and tabulator, against an open part of the wall stood a table, she led him to this, first he wondered if she wanted for them to drink coffee. Instead she stopped at the table and hopped on, pulling him to her parting her legs and grinning at him. He smiled at her, then he kissed her, she wrapped an arm around his neck, he felt her hand wrap around his putz, slowly running up and down his shaft. He placed his hands on her lower vertebral column, holding her as they kissed and her deal slid up and down his beam of light. A tight grip on his shaft and her pulling on it, made him move forward, he felt the tip of his cock making contact lens with her soft, wet backtalk. She rubbed the tip of his pecker over her wet lips, moaning as she teased herself with his throbbing peter, she broke the kiss, looking up at him as she bit her lip and then slipped the tip of his cock into her pussy. She moaned softly, letting go of his lance, resting her hand on his articulatio humeri, he pushed forward slowly, feeling her body open up for his ho-hum intrusion and drawing a deep moan from her body as he eyes slowly closed.

He kept pushing deeper, sinking his cock deep into her body, he came to her cervix, feeling her flinch slightly. He slowly withdrew, her brawniness pulled at him and he slid forward again, entering her cervix, making her cry out breathlessly. He slid further down her tight pussy, feeling her mole get together his, he withdrew slowly and slid back in, making her groan with each movement. She held tightly on to him, her breasts pushing up firmly against him as he pushed against her blue back, keeping her close to the border of the board as he slowly worked his stopcock inside of her, feeling her hot hint in his neck as she moaned deeply as he penetrated deep inside her. He started to pick up the pace, stroking faster, settling into a easy rocking movement with his pelvis, feeling her pussy contracting around his cock as she seemed to moan continuously, holding on to him like he was a life history support in the ocean.

He felt her nails dig into his skin, her breathing becoming erratic and her moaning increment in tempo, without warning a scream erupted from her parted lips, her legs squeezing him tightly, her nails breaking his skin as her tight pussy convulsed around his shaft of light, becoming almost vice-like in its clasp and he could feel her juice forced past the tight fit of her lips around his beam of light. It took her several moments to relax again, yet her consistence kept shivering in orgasmic cloud nine, gasping for breath. She finally opened her heart and smiled up at him,

"Wow, that was the fastest I ever got there."

She giggled,

"Come to conceive about it, you are the biggest thing I ever had inside me."

He chuckled,

"That could be it."

Her centre widened suddenly,

"Oh shit, I've forgotten…uhm…"

She blushed,

"Do you have any protective covering with you ?"

He looked at her in disbelief,

"You think about that only now ?"

He smiled,

"Then again, I haven't even started to remember about it. Yeah, I have a safety with me."

She seemed to blush even more,

"I'm sorry, I just got carried away a bit."

He tilted her principal up and kissed her, slowly withdrawing himself from her, making her thrill and a soft whimper escaped her lips as he slipped out. He went to his clothes and pulled out his wallet, he knew it was cliché to bear a safe in the billfold for that"just in typeface"moments, but it did come in handy now didn't it. He pulled off the wrapper and slid the latex aegis on, then returned to the kitchen.

"You're probably wondering right ?"

She looked at him as he came, he nodded,

"A little bit yes."

She seemed to flush even more,

"I have forgotten to get my contraceptive pill ; it only just dawned on me."

He chuckled,

"You really should get new ones."

She smiled,

"I'll put it on my shopping list, now get over here, we're not done."

He moved over to her, they kissed again, he moved closer, lowering her down feather onto the board, she rested on her elbows, the backrest of her head resting against the wall, he kissed her neck, she moaned again. He kissed down to her breasts, sucking one nipple into his back talk, then the other, she arched her back as his clapper played over the concentrated nubs. He had to admit, he really loved her chest, he slowly kissed down her body, tonguing her belly pack and then he went further. Her legs parting for him as he kissed further down her body, his tongue reaching out to taste her wet lips and flick over her clitoris, a moan escaping her lip as she shuddered in delight. He looked up at her as she looked down at him, he started to slowly lick her soft sass, dipping his clapper into her velvet folds and her centre closed as groan started to scarper her body once again.

He loved his women being vocal and Tamsy was being very song, her moan and groan telling him more about her pleasure than any Word of God would accept told him. He ran his lingua over her clit, making her torso shiver and then went on working his lingua into her wet pussy, she seemed to enjoy the oral stimulus and he started wondering who the friends was who she had mentioned earlier. She moaned out his name and he looked back up at her to find her looking down at him,

"Please ? Fuck me."

He stood up ; gripping his pecker at the base he slid it into her pussycat, pushing in as soon as her lips slid around his head, a loud pant followed his action. He leaned against the mesa, his resting on the top next to her body, thrusting into her, driving his hammer deeper with each thrust. Her white meat swayed and bounced with each thrust, she had her pass tilted back, pressed against the wall, moaning with her eyes closed as her puss quickly lubricated the condom, saturating it as soon his groin was just as wet as her own with her juices. He kept on thrusting mystifying into her, moving faster than the first clock time, their groins slapping loudly together, the kitchen filled with her brassy groan, the slapping of their wet groins together and a queer desegregate look of the productive smell of umber and their sex. This clock time the fast yard of his cock pistoning in and out of her tight confines had his orgasm rapidly on the rise ; he just tried to give back his impeding orgasm. It felt like he could not hold out any longer when she suddenly sat up, forcing herself to rest on her arms,

"Oh God, oh God, oh FUUUUCK !"

She grunted, clenching her tooth and a garish shrieking outburst from her lips as her pussycat clamped down on his cock, this suited him just fine as he pushed hard against her, feeling his cock sliding even deeper despite the resistor and he released his repressed orgasm, throwing back his head as it felt like his peter had just exploded in an array of pleasure. When he finally came down from his orgasmic high, he found her still shuddering through her coming, oculus still closed as she gasped for breath. He was gasping for breath as well. It took her thirster to recoup this time and by the prison term she had opened her middle, he had caught his breath again. He leaned in to buss her, she happily accepted his tongue and wrapped her arm around him, it took a long time for the osculation to break and he slowly slid his softening dick from her. She leaned back onto her blazonry, looking at him,

"That was much better than I have thought it would be."

He disposed of the condom in her dustbin and grinned at her,

"You make it sound like you have planned it for some time."

She shrugged, making her breasts sway with the action,

"Only since you spoke up to that moron at the club."

He arched his eyebrow,

"Oh ?"

She laughed,

"Hey every girl wants a man to stand up for her OK ? It just made me hot that's the only difference."

He smiled and moved over to her, leaning against the table,

"I'm gladiolus that you did, you made this day much better."

She smiled,

"Yay, glad I could do something good for you in return."

He returned her smile, then glanced at her paries clock,

"I should get going, have some employment that I need to get done tomorrow."

"Awww, do you really own to go ?"

He nodded,

"Sorry, but yes, I have to get some sleep."

She sighed and slipped from the table,

"OK, but can I at least get your turn ?"

He grinned,

"You read my mind ; I do have to give you that programme after all."

She hugged him and looked up at him,

"Thank you Dave, you really are a well guy."

He hugged her back,

"I do my best."

She briefly laid her chief on his chest,

"fountainhead it's perfect."

She let him go and after getting dressed, programming her number onto his phone, he bade her goodnight and left, getting into his car he let out a breath, now that was something else. He grinned, well now his friends could not expect at him as the outcast anymore, he now had experienced sex with a missy of a different race. In fact judgment from the miss they have slept with, he just had sex with the spicy one, in fact he felt like the Riley B King, he laughed at his intellection,

"Yeah Dave, you're being silly."

He started the car and drove off .