To his friends, Dave was the ultimate wingman. They could always count on him to jump right into any situation where separating the hot chic from her posse was mandatory. He was the guy that was called on to distract the concerned, match wits with the determined, pander to the unruly, placate the hideous, and jump on any grenade thrown in their direction. Dave did his job well and always did it with a smile on his face. For him, not only was it about honor, it was about sex—lots of sex.
Dave didn't care who or what he fucked. He was purely driven by the desire to get off. And if he could help his boys out while fulfilling his own desires, that was a win for everyone. He'd screwed girls none of the others would have touched with a ten-foot pole. From the unsightly, to the handicapped, to the beastly, and even a few trips to the glory hole, Dave was always willing to dip his dick into unchartered waters.
But on this night, shortly after entering a seedy, smoke filled, hole-in-the-wall club on 15th and doing his recon at the bar, Dave made the decision that tonight, his guys were going to be on their own.
While the others grabbed a table and sent their beer boy Mitch to the bar to grab the first round, Dave worked his way back through the maze of unoccupied short tables and flimsy wicker chairs, and pulled up a seat next to Craig, the alpha male of this crew of dogs.
As he sat down, he jabbed an elbow into his buddy's side and said, "Hey dude. Check it out," while lifting his chin up and forward, in the direction of the bar.
Craig didn't need any further hint because he spotted her immediately, as did the others in the pack. As soon as they saw the two of them staring, they turned their heads towards the bar in unison and focused. They were twenty feet from it and through the soft neon purple and bluish tint of the room, and through the stale, smoky haze surrounding them, they had no doubt that they had come upon the ultimate fantasy woman. After four years of frequenting college bars, frat houses, neighborhood pubs and taverns, hooking up with sorority girls, young professionals, locals, and even a few MILFs, the boys had finally laid eyes on the ultimate.
Wide-eyed, and with their mouths gaped, they watched her. At first, she faced the bar, and was turned away from them. She was wearing a slinky, strapless evening dress that exposed her back and covered only her firm yet curvy ass and the very top of her thighs. Her stiletto heels were garnished with sparkles, and glowed eerily in the lighting, in high contrast with the darkness of the floor. Her bouncy, light colored hair blew lightly off her shoulders, as fans fastened above the bar spun briskly to circulate the air, and added to her allure.
The boys were astounded at what they were seeing, and when she turned to face the two men standing next to her, Tim, the one sitting next to Craig, almost fell over backwards in his chair. In profile, the boys could see her double-D sized yet very perky rack, practically aching to break free of the thin nylon draped over them but barely covering their size and shape.
"God it would be so easy to just put my hand right in there!" said Tim, while the others continued to stare. "They can't be real!"
"Real or not, that is fucking spectacular! It's like I'm staring at a A-list porn star or something!" said Craig while rocking forward on his chair in excitement.
As the boys carried on, Dave nudged Craig again and pointed something out. "See what's happening?"
At the bar, two men that, just a moment ago were more than eager to chat up this hottie, had backed away and cleared the area quickly. They took up residence on the far end of the bar near the entrance, both bearing and an expression of horror on their faces.
"What the fuck just happened?" asked Craig, while turning towards Dave for an explanation.
Dave had already scoped the situation and let Craig and the rest of the boys in on the secret. While the chaos of both shock and intrigue was permeating the table, the boys' starlet had turned back towards the bar and dropped her head forward, placing it in both her hands. Dave got up from where he was sitting, put one hand on Craig's should, then said, "Ok, I got this. Keep everyone here at the table."
The others did as Craig instructed and watched Dave make his way over to the bar. They had no idea what was going to happen next, but prayed that he was going to pull this off.
He approached her from behind and wedged his way forward, nudging the small crowd that had filled in the former vacant space near her, aside. He positioned himself next to her at the bar and said, "Hey. I'm Dave."
With her head still in her hands, she motioned him away. But Dave wasn't deterred. "You wanna tell me about it?"
She lifted her head and turned towards him while saying nothing. She'd seen every horrid facial expression stare back at her since the accident happened, and had no doubt she was going to see it again. But when she looked up at him, she was amazing to see nothing of the sort. He just looked at her with an inquisitive, yet wry smile on his face. She was too stunned to speak so Dave asked, "How about telling me your name?"
"Amanda..."
The boys at the table had no idea what Dave was doing. They sat there for a while and watched intently as time passed quickly. Dave glanced back at them a couple times and Amanda did the same.
"What the hell is he doing?" asked Mitch, who was ready to make his next run to the bar, but was being held in place in his seat by Tim.
"Just wait," he said. "You can go up there when he's done."
Dave continued his conversation with Amanda. She'd already told him about the accident and was now explaining how life was never the same after.
"I've been getting out, trying to different bars, never going back to any one. My friends won't take me with them anymore so I'm on my own... And I haven't been fucked since it happened."
There was no need for Dave do anything save listen. He knew what he wanted to do and knew what she wanted to do.
Amanda then put her offer on the table. She ordered up two shots of whiskey, quickly downed both, then said, "It's been so long... I'll even let you put a bag on my head. I just need you to fuck me."