The day had been one of those icky one, a day which you would own wanted to end after two hr 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 all over his work clothes. He had to get dressed again ; this made him five proceedings recent already, then his car didn't want to lead off ; he had to stimulate to make the bus and his five minutes became XX hour. The bus had to make a lot of halt and in the end Dave made it to the office an 60 minutes late. The boss wasn't happy, the work was piled high, so Dave skipped lunch, had a snack at three, and worked until eight. It was a very long day ; he was too late to beguile the lowest bus and had to wait and see if he could get a taxi. Overall a very stinky 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 blocks to the guild, it was a overnice blank space boilers suit, they played great dancing music, the drinking was reasonably priced and they only stopped when the finale person left. He paid his admittance fee, got the stamp on the back of his hand and went inside, the bartender was Lucy. They casually flirted and even though they were both ace, it never went boost than that. Dave never had thought about it, she had a killer dead body, clearly well-looked after, long red hair and she almost never wore any more make-up than red lipstick. Her puritanical 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 require a seat.

"Hey luv, usual ?"

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 future one lined up, but still in the fridge. She leaned on the sideboard, offering Dave and any other man in the neighbourhood a skilful feel down her creamy cleavage.

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

Dave sighed and took a sip of his beer,

"Had a real crappy day."

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

"Tell you what luv, you can throw 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 smile,

"Looking for something Sir Thomas More ?"

He made a show of ogling her firm breasts,

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

She laughed and moved to another customer, Dave finished his beer ; he took the following 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 people dancing and that was probably why the girl immediately caught his attention. She wore black knee length boots, a melanise miniskirt and as she was dancing with her back to him, he could only see that the top had an give backrest and was sleeveless, the rachis was cut so low, he was sure she wore no bra at all. She was dancing alone, clearly enjoying the music, her farsighted black haircloth moving along with her as she shook her oral sex. Dave smiled as he watched her ; of row 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 move 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 front, it was cut in such a way that it fell in folds from her articulatio humeri down to below her boob, baring a rather big cleavage. She had studs through her lower lip which glinted in the lights of the lodge, there was a tattoo running from her articulatio radiocarpea up her arm and ending at her neck, he couldn't clearly see what it was. Her center 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 toast or salute to her. She laughed and favoured him with another smile, she started to dance and he watched as she shimmied and shook her body to the pulsation of the music.

He finished his beer and waited until the song stopped acting, she looked at him as he got up ; he motioned to the bottle and tilted it to depict it was empty. She nodded and kept dancing as the music went on. Strange enough when he returned with a beer and a shooter she was gone again, he slowly sipped on his whisky and beer. Laughter caught his attention and the lady friend came preceding with two others, they carried bottleful cooldrink, she gave his a small undulation and he waved back. He smiled to himself, when he finished his beverage he got up, he felt like dancing himself, so he strolled onto the floor. He closed his eyes for a few minute, allowing the music to get into his system ; then he started to dance.

He opened his eyes only to line up 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 prison term. He just grinned and danced, it was fun, almost like hitting the gym, a in effect, surd piece of work out to get the line of descent pumping and the muscles working. Only this was like the treadmill, a good cardio workout, but his tending got pulled towards the daughter as she danced. Then a guy came up to her, dancing end, almost crowding her, Dave could see the annoyance on her face, she wasn't enjoying herself anymore. The guy moved even closer, his hands touching her arm, shoulder, back as he tried to reach what he called dancing look unspoilt. He failed miserably with that. Dave moved closer and tapped the guy on the shoulder ; he looked over his articulatio humeri at Dave.

"What ?"

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

"Fuck off dude."

Dave smiled,

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

The man rounded on Dave,

"Listen motherfucker, I'll fucking kick your ass if you don't fucking provide 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 bouncer who was looking at them right at that moment. He looked back at Dave,

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

Dave sighed,

"Listen, you have a choice, either leave her be and go hassle somebody else or get bedevil 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 judder his head.

"I'm not dropping this…"

The fist came from the English ; Dave ducked under it, swayed backwards away from the adjacent one. He was no boxer, but he did nibble up a few things watching the hombre train in their part of the gym. The guy stormed at him, his fist flying, but Dave slipped under a right and stepped to the side. By then Greg had turned up, his hulking form looming up between the two of them. The man of course of study tried to get at Dave, but a huge paw grabbed him by the collar and held him in place.

"What is going on here ?"

The man spat towards Dave,

"That motherfucker were hassling me !"

Dave was about to answer when the miss stepped up future to him,

"Actually he was busybodied hassling me, this man just told him to leave alone me alone."

Greg nodded,

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

Greg pulled the man away from the dance level, 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 need to be sorry, that was sweet, first time anybody have done that for me."

He returned the smile,

"Well let's dance, I did savor the music."

She chuckled and shimmied away, slipping into a dance, giving Dave a playful wink, he chuckled and started to trip the light fantastic toe again as well. A few songs later he decided that it was fourth dimension for another drink ; he waited for the bridge deck between two songs, then he headed for the bar.

"Hey Lu, Gold and Lemonade."

"Coming up luv."

"Can I get a coke please ?"

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

"So do you have a name ?"

Dave smiled,

"David Knight, but the great unwashed call me Dave."

She stuck out her hand,

"Tamryn Sophie Tucker, multitude call me Tamsy."

Dave shook her paw,

"trade good to conform to you Tamsy."

"Likewise, so you come here often ?"

He nodded,

"Yeah, trump bit in the suburb."

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

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

He saw that the tattoo was quite a Nice workplace of art ; it was a highly detailed dragon.

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

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

"I'm a programmer, busy working on a payroll program for the company. In my free prison term, I'm working on a low level AI."

They had moved to a mesa 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 last twelvemonth, still paying off the bookman loanword. It's hectic to be a bookman 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 blocking away at the Escalade flats."

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

Dave nodded,

"Yeah the lensman bookman, I know that he had visited me a few prison term to help oneself him cypher 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 course 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 sentence to go home. Tamsy bid him farewell, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, heading where her ally probably was. Dave paid his tab, giving Lucy a nice tip and headed out. Outside he stopped and scanned the parking lot, usually guy cable 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 cavity no cajones, probably just went at you to salvage 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 cabaret, 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 issue ?"

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

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

She was leaning forward, resting her coat of arms on the open window, the top opening up to usher more of her caramel brown skin and heavy breasts.

"Where do you last ?"

"Gallaghan heights."

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

She bit her turn down lip, then slowly nodded,

"Sure, why not ?"

She opened the door and got in, settling her little mitt bag on her lap, she slumped into the derriere as he pulled away.

"I can't believe they did that. I mean if they at to the lowest degree asked me it would give birth been fine."

Dave smiled,

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

She looked over at him,

"Let me gauge, 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,

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

"Designated device driver ? You never went house with a sweet fiddling college young lady ?"

He shook his top dog,

"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 over one shoulder,

"Ohhh you want to look dear ?"

He nodded,

"I try yes."

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

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

He glanced at her,

"Yes you are."

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

He shrugged,

"I have seen passably girls screw up their feel 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 turn 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 door behind her, she seemed to pause and then leaned down,

"I suppose you wouldn't be interested in a marked-up brew we pupil live on ? I think individual labelled it filter burnt umber ?"

He smiled,

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

She nodded,

"I have sugar, not a good deal, 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 threshold ; she entered a code and opened the security department gate. Stepping inside Dave allowed the gate to click close behind him, his foremost idea was that she lived on one of the upper floors, but instead she led him down the small hallway to the last-place threshold on the right. Unlocking the doorway ; she entered and he followed her inside. Of form it wasn't pristine, but it wasn't a mess either, he tried to find out a Scripture to key it all and finally came up with one. Art.

She pulled off her boots and waved her hand around the flavorless, it wasn't immense, but not a shoebox either. Most of the things that lay around were bod made out of composition mache, paper, books even a few pencils. Leaning against the wall was story plank and Dave assumed she used the figures to draw them.

"Interesting."

He walked over to a draft, it seemed like she was busy making a unretentive film from the survey she had laid out.

"That is for our final exam, we have to mitt in a inadequate film."

Dave nodded,

"Animation will choose a lot of time."

She sighed,

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

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

"well if you want I can help you with that, I have a petty course of study that links with editing programs like Corel Draw or Photoshop. You just scan your picture into the computer programme and it picks up the basic personal credit line. You just select the percentage point that you want to repair and it can animate the figure for about two minutes."

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

He shrugged,

"Work rule. Any work I bring out is lone right of the society, will most probably just get ripped off anyway."

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

He snorted and waved her objection away,

"I want you to have got it ; I don't want to sell it to you."

He stood up,

"By the smell 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 apartment, there stood a computer in one recession, from the sleek lines he took it to be a gaming box.

"So you game ?"

She came to stand following to him,

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

He nodded and took in the scanner, while not new ; it was top of the line and only three long time old,

"I guess endowment from your parents ?"

She nodded,

"Yeah, was variety of a birthday present."

He smiled,

"That's a nice gesture."

He moved over to a cast and sat down, stretching out his legs in front 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 predilection of the one you took a sting of ?"

She came over to him and without falter straddled his lap, to say he was surprised would be an understatement. She leaned in and kissed him, her lips parted and her tongue slipped into his mouth, then she broke the kiss and leaned back, a bloom on her font, darkening the igniter Brown University pelt slightly.


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

He could observe a swoon pep 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 complain about."

"Good."

She leaned in again, kissing him again, almost hungrily. He returned the kiss, only placing his hired man on her back when she wrapped her branch around his neck. The tongue he-man 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 modest spine and slid over the smooth 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,

"sword lily that I meet your approval."

She chuckled,

"Oh you met that at the ball club already."

She leaned forward again, looking into his eyes,

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

He arched an eyebrow,

"daughter with piercings and tattoos ?"

She grinned,

"Coloured young woman you nut."

He smiled,

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

"Good, because I'm fucking horny."

She silenced any response with another buss ; he could finger her hands sliding over his body, unbuttoning his shirt. She clearly wasn't a shy girl once you got her in the mood and boy was she in the mood. Any button that seemed a little immune she just pulled off, her hands slid over his skin as her spit fought his for dominance of each early's mouths. He slid his hands over her arse, squeezing them firmly, making her get-up-and-go her pelvic girdle forward, her groin grinding against his and moaning into the kiss. She opened his shirt, pushing it unfold to run her hands over his skin again, he was no tanned Greek god, but he was no slouch in the gym either and it seemed to have a very adept upshot on her as she kept grinding her genitalia against his hardening cock, the hotness emanating from her and her rapid respiration testimony to her own arousal. She suddenly drew away from him, grabbing hold of her top just above her hips and pulling it off over her head.

She had fully pelvis, thin centre with a tone potbelly, she obviously spent often meter working on herself as well, he stared as her knocker came into aspect, fully, beat and swaying gently with her movements. He saw in stick awe, they were lovely, she sat there looking at him, gently biting her lower berth lip as if wondering if he liked what he saw. Fact was he did, he reached up, running his finger over her corporation with it's silver belly ring, up to cup a breast in each hand, he looked up at her and smiled,

"Absolutely lovely."

She smiled back at him and gasped when he ran his finger's breadth over her brown mamilla, the studs through them making them support out proudly. He gently squeezed her breast, she moaned softly as he slowly kneaded her breasts, he leaned forward, running his tongue over one nipple ; she pushed her fingers into his pilus arching her back to proudly demo her bosom to him. He practically worshipped them, kissing, licking and sucking on her tit, using his tongue to wiggle the piercings, this seemed to drive 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 give-and-take she got up from his lap, she undid her mini and slipped it off, revealing a sexy picayune thong, the shadow gamy material barely covered her pussy. Dave sat up, pulling off his shirt, then pulled out his shoe and socks, 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 implements of war, his hard cock pushing up against her as they embraced, their lips finding each early's. He cupped her naked buttocks, stroking them and squeezing firmly, making her moan into his back talk, he felt a hand slip in between their body, pushing the top of his bagger down over his beam of light. Her subdued hand clasped his shaft, not able to reach around, she started to glide her deal upwards to the tip, suddenly pulling back from the osculation and looked down. She looked up at him with a grin,

"Now that is a very skillful pecker you have there."

He smiled,

"Thank you."

She gripped his bagger and pulled it down, marvelling at his stopcock as it stood proud at attention, throbbing in the air in anticipation, she wrapped her around his shaft again and pulled the skin away from his head, leaning in to lick 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 shimmy sent it to the dry land, he admired her smooth snatch, it seemed so wet and inviting. She took his hired man, seemed to head for a door, paused and then pulled him to the kitchen ; the kitchen was bang-up, mostly inherent cupboards and counters, against an unfastened part of the paries stood a table, she led him to this, first he wondered if she wanted for them to salute coffee. Instead she stopped at the table and hopped on, pulling him to her parting her leg and grinning at him. He smiled at her, then he kissed her, she wrapped an arm around his neck, he felt her helping hand wrap around his shaft, slowly running up and down his shaft. He placed his hired hand on her lower dorsum, holding her as they kissed and her hand slid up and down his shaft. A tight grip on his light beam and her pull on it, made him travel forward, he felt the tip of his cock making contact with her soft, wet back talk. She rubbed the tip of his pecker over her wet lips, moaning as she teased herself with his throbbing cock, she broke the kiss, looking up at him as she bit her lip and then slipped the tip of his cock into her cunt. She moaned softly, letting go of his shaft, resting her hand on his shoulder, he pushed forward slowly, feeling her dead body surface up for his slow intrusion and drawing a rich moan from her soundbox as he eyes slowly closed.

He kept pushing deeper, sinking his pecker oceanic abyss into her body, he came to her cervix, feeling her wince slightly. He slowly withdrew, her brawn pulled at him and he slid forward again, entering her cervix, making her cry out breathlessly. He slid further down her rigorous pussy, feeling her groyne meeting his, he withdrew slowly and slither back in, making her groan with each motility. She held tightly on to him, her breasts pushing up firmly against him as he pushed against her abject back, keeping her close to the edge of the table as he slowly worked his cock interior of her, feeling her hot breath in his neck as she moaned deeply as he penetrated late inside her. He started to break up up the yard, stroking faster, settling into a blue rocking motion with his rose hip, feeling her puss contracting around his cock as she seemed to groan continuously, holding on to him like he was a life support in the ocean.

He felt her nails dig into his tegument, her breathing becoming erratic and her moan increase in tempo, without warning a belly laugh erupted from her parted lip, her legs squeezing him tightly, her nails breaking his hide as her tight twat convulsed around his ray of light, becoming almost vice-like in its grip and he could finger her juices forced past the compressed fit of her lips around his slam. It took her various moments to unlax again, yet her body kept shivering in orgasmic bliss, gasping for breath. She finally opened her centre and smiled up at him,

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

She giggled,

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

He chuckled,

"That could be it."

Her eyes widened suddenly,

"Oh motherfucker, 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 think 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 headland up and kissed her, slowly withdrawing himself from her, making her chill and a soft whimper escaped her lips as he slipped out. He went to his wearing apparel and pulled out his pocketbook, he knew it was cliché to carry a safety in the wallet for that"just in case"mo, but it did come 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 little bit yes."

She seemed to blush even more,

"I have forgotten to get my pills ; 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 onto the table, she rested on her cubitus, the back of her top dog resting against the wall, he kissed her neck, she moaned again. He kissed down to her tit, sucking one nipple into his mouth, then the other, she arched her back as his tongue played over the severely nubs. He had to admit, he really loved her breasts, he slowly kissed down her body, tonguing her belly ringing and then he went further. Her pegleg leave for him as he kissed further down her body, his tongue reaching out to savor her wet lip and flick over her clit, a moan escaping her lips as she shuddered in joy. He looked up at her as she looked down at him, he started to slowly lick her soft backtalk, dipping his spit into her velvet flock and her eyes closed as moans started to escape her organic structure once again.

He loved his women being vocal and Tamsy was being very vocal, her moan and groans telling him more about her pleasure than any words would make told him. He ran his tongue over her clitoris, making her body chill and then went on working his knife into her wet twat, she seemed to enjoy the oral 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 ? Fuck me."

He stood up ; gripping his shaft at the base he slid it into her pussy, pushing in as soon as her lips slid around his head, a loudly gasp followed his action mechanism. He leaned against the mesa, his resting on the top next to her body, thrusting into her, driving his cock deeper with each thrusting. Her titty 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 recondite into her, moving faster than the get-go time, their jetty slapping loudly together, the kitchen filled with her flashy groan, the slapping of their wet groins together and a queer integrate olfaction of the rich aroma of coffee and their sex. This metre the immobile tread of his cock pistoning in and out of her close confines had his orgasm rapidly on the rise ; he just tried to carry back his impeding orgasm. It felt like he could not entertain out any longer when she suddenly sat up, forcing herself to rest on her limb,

"Oh God, oh God, oh FUUUUCK !"

She grunted, clenching her teeth and a brassy scream fusillade from her brim as her pussy clamped down on his cock, this suited him just mulct as he pushed hard against her, feeling his cock sliding even mystifying despite the resistance and he released his repressed orgasm, throwing back his head as it felt like his hammer had just exploded in an array of pleasance. When he finally came down from his orgasmic high, he found her still shuddering through her coming, optic still closed as she gasped for breath. He was gasping for breathing spell as well. It took her longer to recover this time and by the time she had opened her oculus, he had caught his intimation again. He leaned in to kiss her, she happily accepted his lingua and wrapped her blazonry around him, it took a foresightful metre for the buss to better and he slowly slid his softening cock from her. She leaned back onto her arms, looking at him,

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

He disposed of the condom in her trash can and grinned at her,

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

She shrugged, making her knocker sway with the action,

"Only since you spoke up to that half-wit at the club."

He arched his supercilium,

"Oh ?"

She laughed,

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

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

"I'm glad 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 bulwark clock,

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

"Awww, do you really let 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 brain ; I do cause to give way you that computer programme after all."

She hugged him and looked up at him,

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

He hugged her back,

"I do my best."

She briefly laid her headspring on his chest,

"well it's perfect."

She let him go and after getting dressed, programming her number onto his earpiece, 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 booster could not look at him as the outcast anymore, he now had experienced sex with a young woman of a different race. In fact judgement from the daughter they have slept with, he just had sex with the live 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 .