Several of us were piled in the back of an Uber Black. Angela and Karen were there, but so too we're a few of my other friends. We were heading down 1st Avenue towards the club. I looked around at my friends, all of whom were already tipsy from the pregame at Angela's place. We looked stunning! I mean, we truly were knockouts tonight, dressed up in our standard club attire. LBDs, mini skirts and stiletto pumps. With our hair straightened, painted lips, and generous eyeliner, we looked like we had stepped out of Vogue magazine.
Next to me was my college friend Isabella, a short but fiesty Latina girl from my office. She was dressed in a white cocktail dress that complimented her brown hair and hugged her curvy figure. In the back was another co-worker of mine, Joanne, a fairly tall Chinese beauty with a super model thin physique and straight black hair hanging past her shoulders. Typical of her somewhat cold personality, she wore only light make-up but had distinct eye shadow and eyeliner that emphasized her almond shaped eyes and angular cheek bones, matching perfectly with her strapless black dress.
Next to Joanne was my cousin, Min-Ji, who was the youngest of the group and still in college. Just looking at her it was obvious she was Gen-Z with her "idgaf" look and attitude. Her body was covered in random tattoos, she had a septum in her nose with multiple piercings in her ears, and she had toped it all off with purple-dyed hair. I rolled my eyes seeing she had her head in her phone, not paying attention to anyone else in the car.
In the front sat, Sruthi, my friend from college and the mom of the group who was making sure we all got home safe. Even so, the South Asian beauty was dressed to kill with a tight red dress that showed off her curves in all the right places. Karen, her hair done up in braided pigtails, was sitting next to me and Angela, in a dress with her ass nearly falling out, was with Joanne in the back row.
We finally pulled up to the bar and quickly jumped out. As we feared the line wrapped around the block, but Karen drug us to the front and showed the business card from earlier to the tough looking bouncer. He glanced at it for a moment, eyed each of us up and down, and then waved us in.
"This was definitely the right call," I said as I followed everyone inside and into the main room that was packed full of people dancing and drinking. "But this definitely isn't a speakeasy, more like a super club!" I shouted over the music to my friends.
"I know right?! Thank goodness." Angela yelled back and looked around the club that seemed to double in size once we entered through a set of double doors that lead us into the main floor. The décor was modern but also classy and I was really impressed by how everything looked so clean despite the number of people in there.
We approached one of the many bars to grab some drinks. A pretty young blonde bar tender gave us a friendly hello.
"How can I serve you ladies today?"
"Get us seven tequila shots!" I told her.
"Coming up." She replied, before grabbing a tray of glasses from the shelf behind her.
"Alright, so...let's try to stick together and remember, since it's my night," I said with a laugh, "I get dibs on whoever black guy here has the biggest cock!" I added jokingly.
Everyone laughed, mostly at my expense, as I turned around and scanned the crowd. There were quite a lot of sexy black men in there, probably a quarter of the people in the club.. I saw a few lucky ladies were already having their fill. Most of them were just grinding up on the guys, but I saw at least two girls in the booths sucking off big black cocks and there was an Asian girl on the dance floor getting railed from behind. Good, at least one black man in this club likes Asians!
"That'll be us soon!" I shouted to my friends as I pointed to the leggy Asian in the middle of the room bent over and taking a massive cock. There were two other women standing around her rubbing the man's arms lovingly, seemingly waiting their turn.
"Damn, look at these fine black cocks," Karen said as she took my arm and moved closer. "They're everywhere."
"It's hard not to notice!" Angela agreed. She was moving around, checking out all the men, while Isabella sighed happily. Min-ji of course was looking at her phone. The shots finally arrived and we raised them up in unison.
"To Grace and her lovely husband-to-be, Ryan!" Surthi cheered as we all downed the tequila. I grimaced at the burn, but felt the heat wash through my body in a way that told me the night was about to get so much better.
"Hey ladies! Looking good!"
We turned and saw a white guy walk up with three of his friends, two of which were also white and the last dude was Asian. They were objectively fit and attractive, but I wasn't in the mood to flirt with random guys in the club, plus half of us were taken, including me!
I nodded politely, but did nothing else as the lead white guy looked my way. Then his eyes noticed Karen and I knew exactly what he wanted when I saw that mischievous grin cross his face. These white dudes always had an Asian fetish and unfortunately for Karen, she physically fit all the stereotypes.
He came over and started introducing himself. His name was Ian. He said he worked in finance at some firm downtown. His friends started chatting up my group and we were polite but weren't about to play along. It was always so annoying when random boys started chatting you up at the club. Like come on! Why do they think we want them? The worst part about it, besides being hit on all the time, is that they never take no for an answer.
The group of us ordered more drinks at the guys' insistence (they were paying after all), and eventually my patience grew thin when one of the guys put his hands on my arm.
"Get the hint man, I'm not interested" I said as I flashed my engagement ring in his face.
He smirked. "So you say that now, until the drinks kick in."
I narrowed my eyes and looked him straight in the eye. "Just leave me alone." I demanded as my voice grew louder.
"Whatever... I mean all you Asian girls..." he started but was interrupted by a throat clearing from behind us.
All eyes turned to see two black guys standing there both looking extremely hot. I gulped but did my best to maintain my composure. One was a tall man (I would bet well over 6 foot 5!) with broad shoulders, thick muscular arms, and a chiseled face. His head was shaved bald, save for his neatly cut goatee. His jacket and colorful dress shirt were open revealing his hairy toned chest and chiseled abs. His crotch bulged slightly as he held a drink in one hand.
Next to him, stood a tank of a man. Not quite as tall, but he was thickly built, with wide shoulders, a strong chin, and a round face. He wore tight leather pants hugged tightly against his cock and his massive arms were covered in tattoos, giving him the look of a warrior. His hair was done in dreadlocks that reached past his shoulders.
My friends and I were staring at them awestruck (even Min-Ji was looking!) and the annoying guys who had been badgering quickly made their apologies and skittered away.
"Hope those guys weren't bothering you" the taller guy grinned apologetically at us as we finally broke our stare. I couldn't help but smile back at him. This guy was gorgeous. His face and body was a god-like combination. He looked like he might have played basketball in college or something.
"Oh don't worry...it happens a lot. It's nothing serious." I responded with a laugh
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