Thanks to a fan, bartyboytoy, for the story idea! :) I took it and made it my own...hope you enjoy!
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With quick, practiced ease, Diana brushed her long dark brown hair and pulled it back into a sleek ponytail that fell midway down her back, brushing against the back of her knee-length deep blue dress. It dipped low in front, almost showing the black lace bra wrapped around her firm 36DD breasts. A set of sapphire earring studs and pendant tied the outfit together and perfectly matched her big blue eyes. As she slipped on black ballet flats, she smoothed her hands over her taut stomach and wide hips. A touch of clear gloss on pouty lips that looked like they were made to be wrapped around a thick cock and she was ready. Perfect! Time to hit the club!
She had no trouble getting past the doorman or finding her friends, Debbie and Suzanne. The two blondes had claimed a table near the corner of the room and already ordered drinks. They greeted each other with quick hugs and air kisses before catching up on each others gossip. It had been almost three months since their last girls' night out. For Diana, that was 2 boyfriends ago. For Suzanne, a half dozen flings. She was one of those "not going to settle down until I'm good and ready" types. Her friends never pressured her about it. Whatever made her happy was all they wanted. Debbie was in a steady relationship that was going on its eighth month.
They chatted a bit and then joined the crowd on the dance floor. A couple hours later, worn out from dancing with various partners, they met back up at the table, fresh drinks in hand.
"Oh, my gosh!" Suzanne gasped.
"What?" Debbie took a sip of her cosmo.
"Over there!" Suzanne stage whispered, to be heard over the pounding beat of Lady Gaga's "Poker Face".
The other two glanced in the direction she had jerked her head.
"I don't get it," Diana said, confused. There were a couple of men standing at the bar, but there was nothing special looking about them.
"The one in the blue and white shirt," her friend indicated.
Diana looked him over. He was very average looking. A couple of inches shorter than her 5'10" frame, even in flats; he was on the pudgy side, with a slight upturned nose and wide face. His brown hair was cut short and he looked around nervously, as if he was uncomfortable with the crowd. He was dressed in khaki cargo shorts and a striped blue and white polo shirt with the top button undone.
"What about him?" she asked.
Suzanne leaned forward, conspiratorially. "His name is Dave. I know he doesn't look like much, but he's amazing! We hooked up a couple months ago, after I got shit-faced at the bar and was ready to go home with pretty much anybody who had a dick." Her eyes closed in memory. "Oh, I'm glad I did!"
"Seriously??" Debbie and Diana looked at the man in question in disbelief.
"Oh, believe me," Suzanne took a sip of her whiskey on the rocks. "He has it, AND he knows how to use it!"
Diana looked him up and down, glad for the dark interior of the club that let her spy on him unobserved. She was skeptical of Suzanne's claims, but knew her friend didn't lie, and would definitely know what she was talking about.
With sudden curiosity, she stood. "I'm going to go talk to him. See you girls later."
Suzanne gave her a grin. "You won't regret it, Chica!" She winked.
Diana's last boyfriend was over a month ago, and she hadn't been laid since. He had been so mediocre it had almost turned her off of wanting sex. His thin cock barely measured 6" and he was only ever concerned with his own pleasure, which he could usually find in under 2 minutes. He was fairly typical of all the boyfriends she had had in the past.
Normally she didn't sleep around with strangers, but Suzanne's claim sounded too good to be true. Worst case scenario, she had the kind of sex she'd become used to and then got back to looking for someone else. It wouldn't be her first one-night-stand...although it would be one of very few.
Reaching the bar, she slid onto the stool next to Dave's. He glanced at her and she could see him dismissing her as out of his league before he turned his back. She pouted slightly and leaned forward to touch his arm.
"Hey," She put on her sexiest smile. "Buy me a drink?" She ducked her head and tucked back a stray curl behind her ear.
He glanced back. "Me?"
She nodded.
He looked her over, his blue eyes taking in her slender body, trendy clothing and deep cleavage. "You're joking with me, right?"
She shook her head, frowning a little. "What do you mean? Why would I do that?"
"Really?" His tone was sarcastic. "The only reason girls like you hit on guys like me is to make a joke out of us. So go back to your friends, laugh and giggle about the ugly guy at the bar. Just leave me alone." He turned his back to her again.
Miffed at his refusal, Diana slid off the bar stool and moved in front of him, standing close and putting her hand on his arm while staring into his eyes.
