After graduating from college I had become involved with a boy. Jack was tall and an extremely good looking twenty-five year old from Kansas. He had platinum blonde hair and the deepest sea green eyes that I had ever seen. They were so piercing that I swear he was peering into my soul whenever our eyes met. His farm boy charm could get me to do almost anything that his little heart desired of me. I would just melt whenever I heard his sing-song voice.
Jack had many passions and desires in the bedroom. I of course would happily live out his fantasies for him. We did it all from A to Z. Whips, chains, ropes, role playing (school girl, mommy, and teacher) whatever he fancied. However, there was this one thing he wanted to do more than anything else, and in all fairness it was probably because I always said no. Jack wanted to watch me have sex with another man.
I was a pretty loose and fast woman but somehow I couldn't bring myself around to having other people watch me have sex. Even though I had dashed his request for this voyeurism game at every turn, he still persisted to the point of ad nauseam. It broke my heart to see my little corn-fed farm boy dejected like this.
One day in early November I awoke to the sound of my blaring alarm and as was customary I slapped at my nightstand without opening my eyes in hopes that I could silence this wailing device of torment. As usual in the process of thrashing at my nightstand I would only manage a glancing blow that would send the clock plummeting to the floor and bouncing under my bed. Once under the bed it would still be screaming its incessant cry forcing me to personally rise and deal with it. As I was under the bed clawing for my clock in effort to silence it I realized it was Jack's birthday.
"Holy shit!" I exclaimed loud enough to wake my neighbors in the next apartment over. I forgot to purchase Jack's birthday present. Normally this wouldn't have been a problem except I had a meeting across town with an editor I was trying to obtain employment with and it would take all day. I just didn't need more stress in my life.
I jumped in the shower and put on my best business suit and headed over to the east side of town. Instead of thinking about my interview I was thinking about Jack and his birthday. I had to get my head in the game or else. Jack was expecting me to meet him for dinner at a swanky French restaurant downtown when he got off work. So I didn't really have time to get him anything meaningful.
I went to the interview which went great. As I was riding down the elevator after I left my interview it hit me. I knew what to do about Jack's birthday. I called Jack from my cell phone and told him to meet me at the nightclub over on Third Avenue. He was a bit perplexed because we had dinner reservations. I told him screw that I have something better in mind.
It was a little after eight when I arrived at this rave. I left jacket of my business suit in the passenger seat of my little red convertible and went in. I was a bit apprehensive to say the least because what I had in mind was sheer craziness. The place was packed with wall to wall people. The music was blaring and the place smelled of stale wet cigarettes. The disco ball was throwing off a weird sparkle affect and a rainbow of lasers danced crossed the ceiling. The place shook from the bass coming from the music. I scanned the room and saw two hunks laughing and drinking at the bar. These two will do I thought. I quickly unbuttoned my white dress shirt down to my navel and headed toward my marks. This was going to be these lucky bastards best night ever, I told myself as I moved in for the kill.
When I arrived at the bar I introduced myself. "Hi boys I am Francis." The men who were in their early thirties if I had to guess immediately dropped their gazes to my unbuttoned blouse and my sheer black lace bra. These poor lads just stood there speechless as they peered at my massive double D's.
One of them swallowed hard and stuck out his hand, "Yes... hi I am..."
