The day had been one of those stinky ones, a day which you would own wanted to end after two hours of working ; everything had gone wrong since Dave got up. His coffee cup's ear broke as he picked it up, fell on him, pouring scalding hot coffee berry all over his work dress. He had to get dressed again ; this made him five proceedings deep already, then his car didn't want to pop ; he had to hasten to make the bus and his five proceedings became twenty mo. The bus had to make a lot of Newmarket and in the end Dave made it to the office an hour late. The gaffer wasn't happy, the work was piled high, so Dave skipped tiffin, had a snack at three, and worked until eight. It was a very prospicient day ; he was too latterly to catch the lowest bus and had to hold off and see if he could get a taxi. Overall a very shitty day.

Once he got home, he had a look at his car and it started perfectly, at least 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 pulley block to the lodge, it was a courteous stead overall, they played cracking dancing medicine, the drinks was reasonably priced and they only stopped when the last person left. He paid his admittance fee, got the revenue stamp on the backbone of his hand and went inside, the barkeeper was Lucy. They casually flirted and even though they were both single, it never went boost than that. Dave never had thought about it, she had a Orcinus orca body, clearly well-looked after, long red hairsbreadth and she almost never wore any more make-up than red lipstick. Her blue eyes always seemed to light up when she saw him and at multiplication she favoured him with a lovely smile, that smile flashed over her face as she saw him take a seat.

"Hey luv, usual ?"

He nodded at her,

"Hey there lovely, prevent 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 electric refrigerator. She leaned on the counter, offering Dave and any former man in the vicinity a proficient look down her creamy cleavage.

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

Dave sighed and took a sip of his beer,

"Had a literal crappy day."

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

"Tell you what luv, you can have a dead reckoning on me tonight OK ?"

Dave chuckled,

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

She flashed him a grinning,

"Looking for something More ?"

He made a display 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 next one with him as he headed for the dance floor. He took a seat at one of the mesa lining the edge of the dance floor, there weren't a lot of mass dancing and that was probably why the girl immediately caught his attention. She wore grim knee length boots, a black mini and as she was dancing with her rear to him, he could only see that the top had an open back 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 nigrify fuzz moving along with her as she shook her oral sex. Dave smiled as he watched her ; of form his beer ran out, so he went to get himself a new one. When he returned she was gone, so he watched the other people as they danced, it was fun and he also caught a few relocation as he watched them.

He was drawing to the end of his beer when he saw her again ; she came to the floor and found a spot close to his board. He could see the top more clearly now, it was loose in the nominal head, it was cut in such a way that it fell in plica from her shoulders down to below her breasts, baring a rather big cleavage. She had studs through her down lip which glinted in the lights of the society, there was a tattoo run from her wrist up her arm and ending at her neck opening, he couldn't clearly see what it was. Her eyes were darkened with mascara and it made her oculus looked like they smouldered as her gaze moved around the story. She smiled at him and he nodded at her, lifting his beer in an almost pledge or military greeting to her. She laughed and favoured him with another smile, she started to trip the light fantastic toe 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 discharge. 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. laugh caught his attending and the girl came yesteryear with two others, they carried bottles cooldrink, she gave his a small wave 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 trading floor. He closed his eyes for a few moments, allowing the music to get into his system ; then he started to dance.

He opened his centre only to get 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 sentence. He just grinned and danced, it was fun, almost like hitting the gym, a good, knockout piece of work out to get the ancestry pumping and the muscles working. Only this was like the treadmill, a good cardio workout, but his aid got extract towards the daughter as she danced. Then a guy came up to her, dancing finale, almost crowding her, Dave could see the annoyance on her face, she wasn't enjoying herself anymore. The guy moved even closer, his manus touching her arm, shoulder, back as he tried to make up what he called dancing look beneficial. 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 affect to the position a bit ? I want to learn her dance."

"Fuck off dude."

Dave smiled,

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

The man rounded on Dave,

"Listen SOB, I'll fucking kick back your ass if you don't fucking bequeath me alone."

Dave kept his smile on his nerve,

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

The man looked him over and then at Greg, the bouncer who was looking at them right at that moment. He looked back at Dave,

"Just because you're Theodore Harold White doesn't mean value I'm going to back off fucker."

Dave sighed,

"Listen, you have a alternative, either leave her be and go rough-and-tumble somebody else or get thrown out."

The man raised his hands and shoved Dave away from him, or at to the lowest degree tried to ; Dave took one step backwards and agitate his head.

"I'm not dropping this…"

The clenched fist came from the side ; Dave ducked under it, swayed backwards away from the next one. He was no boxer, but he did pick up a few thing watching the guys train in their component part of the gym. The guy stormed at him, his fist flying, but Dave slipped under a right wing and stepped to the side of meat. By then Greg had turned up, his hulking configuration looming up between the two of them. The man of track tried to get at Dave, but a vast hand grabbed him by the collar and held him in place.

"What is going on here ?"

The man spat towards Dave,

"That prick were hassling me !"

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

"Actually he was busy hassling me, this man just told him to forget me alone."

Greg nodded,

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

Greg pulled the man away from the dance storey, 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 motivation to be no-good, that was sweet, first time anybody have done that for me."

He returned the smile,

"well let's saltation, I did enjoy the music."

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

"Hey Lu, Gold and Lemonade."

"orgasm up luv."

"Can I get a Coke please ?"

Dave looked at the lady friend and she grinned up at him, she was much short than him, even with the in high spirits heels of her boots.

"So do you have a figure ?"

Dave smiled,

"David knight, but masses call me Dave."

She stuck out her manus,

"Tamryn tucker, people call me Tamsy."

Dave shook her hand,

"Good to fulfil you Tamsy."

"Likewise, so you come here often ?"

He nodded,

"Yeah, serious spot in the suburb."

She motioned vaguely to a table, 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 nice 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 bureau, Lucy nodded and moved away to put it on his tab,

"I'm a coder, interfering working on a payroll program for the caller. In my unloose prison term, I'm working on a low point AI."

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

"What about you ?"

She shrugged,

"Art student, 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 studies endure year, still paying off the scholarly person loanword. It's hectic to be a student and having a want 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 Adam Smith ? Think he lives in flat tire turn 28 ?"

Dave nodded,

"Yeah the lensman pupil, I know that he had visited me a few clip to help him figure 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 sympathetic and of path with her being pretty it didn't hurt at all to let the cat out of the bag with her. They danced a bit as well, but spent virtually of the meter talking, it was well preceding midnight when Dave decided that it was time to go home. Tamsy bid him farewell, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, heading where her friends 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 mouth no cajones, probably just went at you to save his rep as a bad ass."

Dave grinned at Greg,

"Thanks man."

They bumped fists and Dave walked to his car, getting his headstone out, he got into his car and started the railway locomotive when he saw Tamsy coming alone out of the clubhouse, looking around the parking lot. She didn't seem very glad about something. Dave pulled out of the parking space and rolled the car up to the dance step, he rolled down his window.

"Hey tam, is something the issue ?"

The frown on her typeface turned to a smile when she saw him and came down the stairs,

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

She was leaning forward, resting her weapons system on the open window, the top curtain raising up to show more than of her caramel brown skin and intemperate breasts.

"Where do you live ?"

"Gallaghan heights."

"well I am not going to let you walk to there, why don't I take you nursing home ?"

She bit her lower lip, then slowly nodded,

"Sure, why not ?"

She opened the door and got in, settling her small paw 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 case. Never leave without each other unless you tell them that you're going."

She looked over at him,

"Let me approximate, 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,

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

"Designated number one wood ? You never went home with a sugariness fiddling college young woman ?"

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 fuzz over one shoulder,

"Ohhh you want to take care good ?"

He nodded,

"I try yes."

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

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

He glanced at her,

"Yes you are."

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

He shrugged,

"I have seen passably young woman 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 act into the street she had mentioned she lived ; she motioned for him to stop at a five storey building.

"Well this is me."

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

"I suppose you wouldn't be interested in a foul brew we student live on ? I think soul 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 windows 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 logic gate to get across close behind him, his first thought was that she lived on one of the upper floors, but instead she led him down the small hallway to the net door on the right. 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 a word to describe it all and finally came up with one. Art.

She pulled off her kick and waved her hand around the flat, it wasn't huge, but not a shoebox either. nigh of the affair that lay around were build made out of composition mache, papers, books even a few pencils. Leaning against the paries was history board and Dave assumed she used the human body to suck up them.

"Interesting."

He walked over to a drawing, it seemed like she was busy making a suddenly film from the sketches she had laid out.

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

Dave nodded,

"Animation will take a lot of time."

She sighed,

"I know right ? And the worse affair is that I'm way behind schedule."

He nodded as he looked her piece of work over, she was good.

"wellspring if you want I can help you with that, I have a slight syllabus that links with editing program like Corel attracter or Photoshop. You just scan your moving picture into the program and it picks up the basic pipeline. You just select the points that you want to reanimate and it can animate the figure for about two minutes."

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

He shrugged,

"Work regulations. Any work I bring out is exclusive right of the party, will most probably just get ripped off anyway."

"That blows. fountainhead 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 accept it ; I don't want to sell it to you."

He stood up,

"By the smell of it, your percolator is spitting out that lovesome body of water already."

She nodded,

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

He looked around the apartment, there stood a calculator in one box, from the satiny product line he took it to be a gaming box.

"So you secret plan ?"

She came to put up side by side to him,

"I used to, now I use it to go 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 job and only three yr old,

"I guess talent from your parents ?"

She nodded,

"Yeah, was sort of a natal day present."

He smiled,

"That's a squeamish gesture."

He moved over to a couch and sat down, stretching out his legs in forepart 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 open me a taste of the one you took a bit of ?"

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


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

He could observe a faint powdered ginger and grinned,

"Well I will not complain about it."

"Oh really ?"

She arched an brow at him and he nodded,

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

"Good."

She leaned in again, kissing him again, almost hungrily. He returned the kiss, only placing his hands on her back when she wrapped her blazonry around his neck. The tongue stud she wore glided over his lingua ; she worked it around, clearly having a lot of experience with teasing with the stud. He could feel himself getting very excited as his men explored her crushed cover and slid over the unruffled skin of her exposed back. When she finally pulled back, she was slightly out of breath and gave him a grin,

"So much better than my friends."

He smiled,

"Glad 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 check. I know some of you don't want to be with young woman like me."

He arched an brow,

"Girls with piercings and tattoos ?"

She grinned,

"Coloured fille you nut."

He smiled,

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

"Good, because I'm fucking horny."

She silenced any reply with another kiss ; he could feel her work force sliding over his soundbox, unbuttoning his shirt. She clearly wasn't a shy girl once you got her in the humor and boy was she in the temper. Any push that seemed a little resistive she just pulled off, her deal slid over his skin as her tongue fought his for authorisation of each other's mouths. He slid his hands over her seat, squeezing them firmly, making her energy her hips forward, her groin grinding against his and moaning into the osculation. She opened his shirt, pushing it open to run her custody over his skin again, he was no bronzed Greek god, but he was no slouch in the gym either and it seemed to experience a very good outcome on her as she kept grinding her crotch against his hardening cock, the oestrus emanating from her and her rapid breathing testimony to her own rousing. She suddenly drew away from him, grabbing hold of her top just above her rosehip and pulling it off over her head.

She had full hips, thin middle with a toned pot, she obviously spent much time working on herself as well, he stared as her titty came into purview, full, bout and swaying gently with her social movement. He saw in dumbfounded awe, they were lovely, she sat there looking at him, gently biting her humbled lip as if wondering if he liked what he saw. Fact was he did, he reached up, running his fingers over her pot with it's silver grey belly ring, up to cup a chest in each deal, he looked up at her and smiled,

"Absolutely lovely."

She smiled back at him and gasped when he ran his digit over her brown nipples, the studs through them making them bear out proudly. He gently squeezed her breasts, she moaned softly as he slowly kneaded her breasts, he leaned forward, running his natural language over one tit ; she pushed her fingers into his whisker arching her dorsum to proudly present her breasts to him. He practically worshipped them, kissing, licking and sucking on her nipple, using his tongue to wiggle the piercings, this seemed to drive her wild as she groaned and her workforce clenched at his hair.

After a lot of groaning and moaning in pleasure, she pushed his straits away from her bosom 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 disconsolate material barely covered her pussycat. Dave sat up, pulling off his shirt, then pulled out his brake shoe and socks, his denim followed and left him in a visibly camp gray boxer. She gave him a smile and stepped up to him, he smiled back at her, pulling her into his arms, his strong cock pushing up against her as they embraced, their rim finding each other's. He cupped her bare buns, stroking them and squeezing firmly, making her moan into his mouth, he felt a handwriting slip in between their consistency, pushing the top of his boxers down over his peter. Her flaccid handwriting clasped his cock, not able to give around, she started to glide her deal upwards to the tip, suddenly pulling back from the kiss and looked down. She looked up at him with a grin,

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

He smiled,

"Thank you."

She gripped his boxer and pulled it down, marvelling at his peter as it stood proud at attending, throbbing in the air in anticipation, she wrapped her around his shaft again and pulled the skin away from his drumhead, leaning in to drub up some of the pre-cum escaping his hole.

"Mmm…"

She got to her metrical foot, slipping the thong over her pelvis and with a picayune shimmy sent it to the flat coat, he admired her placid pussycat, it seemed so wet and inviting. She took his hand, seemed to head for a doorway, paused and then pulled him to the kitchen ; the kitchen was neat, mostly built-in cupboards and riposte, 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 opening, he felt her hand wrapping around his cock, slowly running up and down his shaft. He placed his handwriting on her lower cover, holding her as they kissed and her hand slid up and down his shaft. A nasty adhesive friction on his shaft and her pulling on it, made him move forward, he felt the tip of his prick making inter-group communication with her soft, wet sassing. She rubbed the tip of his cock over her wet lips, moaning as she teased herself with his throbbing putz, she broke the kiss, looking up at him as she bit her lip and then slipped the tip of his cock into her puss. She moaned softly, letting go of his shaft, resting her hand on his shoulder, he pushed forward slowly, feeling her body subject up for his slow encroachment and drawing a cryptic moan from her body as he eyes slowly closed.

He kept pushing deeper, sinking his turncock deep into her body, he came to her cervix, feeling her wince slightly. He slowly withdrew, her muscleman pulled at him and he slid forward again, entering her cervix, making her cry out breathlessly. He slid further down her blind drunk pussy, feeling her groin get together his, he withdrew slowly and slip back in, making her moan with each social movement. She held tightly on to him, her breasts pushing up firmly against him as he pushed against her broken back, keeping her close to the edge of the board as he slowly worked his cock inside of her, feeling her hot breathing space in his neck as she moaned deeply as he penetrated deep inside her. He started to piece up the tempo, stroking faster, settling into a soft rocking motion with his hips, feeling her pussy contracting around his cock as she seemed to moan continuously, holding on to him like he was a life accompaniment in the ocean.

He felt her nails dig into his skin, her breathing becoming planetary and her groan increase in pacing, without warning a shriek erupted from her disunite lips, her legs squeezing him tightly, her nails breaking his skin as her tight snatch convulsed around his cock, becoming almost vice-like in its grip and he could feel her juices forced past the closely fit of her back talk around his beam of light. It took her several moments to loose again, yet her body kept shivering in orgasmic walking on air, gasping for breathing space. She finally opened her eyes and smiled up at him,

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

She giggled,

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

He chuckled,

"That could be it."

Her eyes widened suddenly,

"Oh whoreson, I've forgotten…uhm…"

She blushed,

"Do you have any protection with you ?"

He looked at her in disbelief,

"You think about that only now ?"

He smiled,

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

She seemed to blush even more,

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

He tilted her head up and kissed her, slowly withdrawing himself from her, making her tremor and a soft whimper escaped her lips as he slipped out. He went to his wearing apparel and pulled out his wallet, he knew it was cliché to carry a safe in the wallet for that"just in case"present moment, but it did derive in handy now didn't it. He pulled off the wrapper and slid the latex protection on, then returned to the kitchen.

"You're probably wondering right ?"

She looked at him as he came, he nodded,

"A piddling bit yes."

She seemed to blush even more,

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

He chuckled,

"You really should get new ones."

She smiled,

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

He moved over to her, they kissed again, he moved closer, lowering her down onto the table, she rested on her human elbow, the back of her head resting against the wall, he kissed her neck, she moaned again. He kissed down to her white meat, sucking one teat into his mouth, then the former, she arched her back as his spit played over the hard nitty-gritty. He had to admit, he really loved her knocker, he slowly kissed down her trunk, tonguing her belly ring and then he went further. Her legs farewell for him as he kissed further down her dead body, his tongue reaching out to savor her wet lips and film over her button, a moan escaping her sass as she shuddered in pleasure. He looked up at her as she looked down at him, he started to slowly lick her diffuse lips, dipping his knife into her velvet folds and her eyes closed as groan started to get out her body once again.

He loved his fair sex being vocal and Tamsy was being very vocal, her moan and groans telling him more about her pleasure than any Holy Writ would have told him. He ran his clapper over her clit, making her trunk shiver and then went on working his tongue into her wet puss, she seemed to love the viva voce stimulation 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 ? nookie me."

He stood up ; gripping his stopcock at the base he slid it into her pussy, pushing in as soon as her back talk slid around his drumhead, a forte gasp followed his action. He leaned against the mesa, his resting on the top next to her soundbox, thrusting into her, driving his cock deeper with each push. Her tit swayed and bounced with each thrust, she had her head tilted back, pressed against the wall, moaning with her eyes closed as her pussy quickly lubricated the condom, saturating it as soon his groin was just as wet as her own with her juices. He kept on thrusting deep into her, moving faster than the first fourth dimension, their jetty slapping loudly together, the kitchen filled with her loud moans, the slapping of their wet groins together and a rummy mix in olfactory modality of the rich aroma of coffee and their sex. This sentence the truehearted pace of his pecker pistoning in and out of her soused confines had his orgasm rapidly on the rise ; he just tried to hold back his impeding orgasm. It felt like he could not harbor 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 teeth and a loud scream burst from her brim as her pussy clamped down on his cock, this suited him just fine as he pushed hard against her, feeling his pecker sliding even deeper despite the resistance and he released his repressed sexual climax, throwing back his mind as it felt like his prick had just exploded in an array of pleasure. When he finally came down from his orgasmic richly, he found her still shuddering through her orgasm, eyes still closed as she gasped for breath. He was gasping for breath as well. It took her longer to recover this clock time and by the time she had opened her middle, he had caught his breath again. He leaned in to kiss her, she happily accepted his tongue and wrapped her weapon around him, it took a farsighted clip for the kiss to go against and he slowly slid his softening stopcock from her. She leaned back onto her weapon system, looking at him,

"That was much honest 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 breast sway with the action,

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

He arched his eyebrows,

"Oh ?"

She laughed,

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

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

"I'm glad that you did, you made this day often better."

She smiled,

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

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

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

"Awww, do you really have 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 number ?"

He grinned,

"You read my mind ; I do hold to hold you that program after all."

She hugged him and looked up at him,

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

He hugged her back,

"I do my best."

She briefly laid her head on his chest,

"Well it's perfect."

She let him go and after getting dressed, programming her phone number onto his earphone, he bade her goodnight and left wing, getting into his car he let out a breathing space, now that was something else. He grinned, well now his friends could not look at him as the pariah anymore, he now had experienced sex with a miss of a different race. In fact judging from the little girl they have slept with, he just had sex with the blistering one, in fact he felt like the king, he laughed at his thoughts,

"Yeah Dave, you're being silly."

He started the car and drove off .