This started out as a straight up romantic story, but I went back and rewrote it as an interracial story. Still, I ask you to be gentle with me. This will be a stand-alone story; there are no additional chapters planned at this time...and I promise that a lot of you readers will probably hate me by the end of this. I won't apologize for it. Either you'll like it or you won't.
This story comes from an idea that's been running around in my mind since before I started the first story I ever posted here. That being the first chapter of my BDSM series with Dawn and her master. It's long overdue.
One other thing...to avoid any possible confusion....
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perspective (point of view).
~*~*~*~*~*~ Indicates a flashback.
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And finally...in the words of that great entertainer, Michael Lee Aday. "...Life is a lemon and I want my money back."
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April 13, 2012: The Rendezvous, a nightclub somewhere in California.
It was a Friday evening in the early spring. He sat at the bar in a semi-upscale nightclub named The Rendezvous, nursing an MGD and taking in the sights. The Rendezvous was what he used to call a meat market in his Navy days. It resembled a late `70's disco club, complete with DJ and an oversized disco ball above the center of a large dance floor lighted from underneath. A variety of music was played there. Mostly old disco music, but they also played more modern tunes as well...including some techno and thankfully only a very little hip-hop. Many of the clientele were dressed in brightly colored disco era clothing. That did not include him. He was dressed as he always was when out on the prowl. Entirely in black. A conservatively tailored solid black three-piece suit, a solid black tie and black shirt. Spit shined black western style boots completed his ensemble. People came here for just three reasons, to drink, dance and 'hook up' with someone to spend the night with. You know...a meat market.
Oh! Where are my manners? His name is Jonathan Q. Doe...no kidding...he even has a driver's license to prove it. He goes by Jonathan, never by John for obvious reasons. His appearance can best be described as average. His skin has a lightly tanned appearance due to some ethnic mixing in his family history a few generations back. Average height, average weight, average brown hair, and average brown eyes...just...average. Actually he's just a hair under 5' 10" and 180 lbs. As I said...average.
Next to him the bar, was his best friend since high school, Casey Covington. Casey, Case to his friends was everything Jonathan wasn't. At 6' 3" 210, with long blonde hair, blue eyes and movie star looks, he was the consummate babe magnet. Case almost never went home alone at the end of the evening...unless it was by choice.
There were times when Jonathan hated going out clubbing with Casey. With Casey there, he was all but invisible. Women never seem to even see him with Casey around. He is no different from most other guys. He liked to meet, to dance and talk with the ladies. And if he ended up spending a wild night of sexual passion with a hot woman...great, but it wasn't at the top of his priority list. Besides, it wasn't Casey's fault that it seemed like every woman in the free world wanted his body. It wasn't his fault that nobody, especially women ever seem to notice Jonathan with him around.
Still another night out. As usual, there were many women in the club giving Casey the eye and subtlety trying to attract his attention. Occasionally, bolder girls would approach him directly and start talking to him...a few of them flirting shamelessly.
It never changes,
Jonathan thought forlornly.
They'd been there less than an hour, when Casey leaned over and said. "I think I can understand why some good looking women hate all the unwanted attention they get."
"Really?" Jonathan asked.
"Nah...." Casey laughed, "...I'm too much of a guy for that."
Jonathan rolled his eyes at him. "Ten-thousand comedians out of work and you're trying to be funny."
"I can't help myself, Jonny." Casey was the only person on Earth that Jonathan allowed to address him by anything other than his full first name.
He was about to hit Casey with still another snappy comeback, when two devastatingly beautiful women approached them. The first was a raven-haired knock out, nearly as tall as Jonathan in 4" stiletto heels, with eyes as blue as Casey's, wearing a denim mini-skirt and a red blouse that plunged in the front nearly to her navel. A shapely hourglass figure with what appeared to be about DD...or maybe larger breasts.
The other was tiny in comparison. An inch or two under five feet, maybe 90 lbs...after the quart of Bask&Robbins. She had smooth milk chocolate colored skin. Her eyes were a very lovely shade of green. Long straight, silky hair hung down her back just below her shoulder blades and was as black as ebony. She was easily one of the most beautiful women he had seen...ever! He had always preferred what he referred to as 'women of color.' Something about the contrast between their skin color and his got his juices flowing, so to speak. Jonathan estimated her breast size at a B cup...maybe a small C, which looked rather large on her diminutive frame. She wore the cutest little green, strapless cocktail dress that matched her eye color almost perfectly.
As always, Jonathan might as well not even been there. They only had eyes for Casey. Casey however, seemed to have trouble tearing his eyes from the taller girl's mammoth mammaries.
"Hi!" The short dark skinned beauty said brightly to Casey. "I'm Eve Hollingsworth, and this is my friend Karrie King. He shook their hands and then pulled Jonathan close.
"I'm Casey Covington and this is my best friend, Jonathan Doe."
Eve looked at Jonathan with an arched eyebrow and amused grin on her face. "John Doe?"
Don't go there." He chuckled. "I've heard every joke there is...trust me on that."
"What did your parents have against you"? Eve was also chuckling now. Oddly, she seemed to have lost any interest in Casey. Jonathan certainly wouldn't complain about that. This dark skinned babe was hot!
"Mom really wanted a girl." Jonathan laughed.
"So, that was her payback?" She replied, her chuckle turning into a soft giggle.
"Yeah, she even wanted to put just John Q. Doe on my birth certificate, but Dad shot that down."
