It was a sultry night when I met Zak. I picked her up in Club Chameleon. For those of you who don't know, Club Chameleon is a very nice sex club located in Phoenix. I was there on BDSM night. When all us freaks come out to play. I wasn't really shopping for anyone I was just playing strip pool. As I lined up for a shot I felt someone start stroking my stick...err I mean pool cue. I looked down and found a little black hand running up and down my cue. I turned my head and followed the hand to an arm and found the arm connected to this very cute girl rubbing my cue.
Now I'll digress here a little. Cute for me isn't the same as most other guys. I like to look at the skinny ones, but when it comes time to do the nasty I much prefer a bigger girl. I get caught up in the moment and tend to break my toys. She was about five feet seven inches tall and it was obvious that she went to church. I mean god had gifted her. Biggest pair of tit's I've ever seen. She was wearing a T-shirt with a Puppy on it with his butt in the air. You could see a rolled up newspaper on the shirt and the dog was saying, whip me beat me, spank me. The caption under the dog read, "One Sick Puppy."
I towered over her at my height of six feet two inches. She was looking me over like most guys look at a steak. She reached up to run her fingers through my shoulder length brown hair, but a look from me quelled that.
"Do I know you?" I asked in my macho voice.
She just shook her head "No, but you will."
At the very best I'm a little kinked, so I figured I'd find out now if she was worth the trouble. "Very well girl, if you want me here's what your going to do. Go to that corner." I pointed to one close to my pool table. "Drop your pants and underwear to your ankles and stand in that corner until I personally come and get you. If you leave that corner because anyone else tells you too, I'll never see you again." Her eyes got real big, but she didn't say a word. She just marched over to the corner and dropping her pants touched her nose to the wall.
Now I've got to say I was impressed. Some women would stand and argue, some would pout, and some would try to give you a guilt trip. She just got right down to it. Someone had spent some time training her.
I played pool for another few games and lost horribly. My mind was on the girl in the corner not the game. She shifted a little to keep from locking her knees but her nose never left the paint. I sent a couple of people over while I was playing and once she verified that it wasn't me she refused to budge. Very well trained indeed. The girl I was playing with was very amused. She was almost downright laughing by the time I ran out of clothes.
She leaned over and whispered in my ear. "It's obvious you're turned on, are you gonna give her the dick down right now radio?"
