"Oh my God." Whitney said, nudging Lisa. "Who is that guy?" she was whispering, though the man in question was too far away to hear. "He looks familiar. Like, famous, familiar..."
Lisa looked over to see a mountain of a man standing at the bar. He was all muscle, at least 6'3 with dreads. He had full lips, dark skin, and she could see the outline of a neck tattoo creeping up from his starched white shirt. Even from across the room his sex appeal jumped out and grabbed her.
"I don't know, but whoever he is, he's gorgeous." Lisa replied. Normally she wasn't into black guys, but this one was different. She watched him move slowly and deliberately as he sipped on a drink. He looked towards the door like he was waiting for somebody. Now that she was aware of him, she knew she wouldn't be able to stop staring. The way his muscles moved under his shirt, his powerful legs, the bulge under his pants. She was sure with a body like his, he would have a monster cock.
Whitney discreetly zoomed onto her target and took a picture to send to her roommate Chase back in North Carolina. He knew everybody famous. Hollywood stars, athletes....if it there was an attractive man in the media, chase was sure to know who it was.
Whitney's phone buzzed a few seconds later. "Chase thinks it's Andre Martin. A football player." she said and flipped her phone around to show Lisa as if to prove it. "Either that or a really convincing doppelganger." she said.
Both girls looked up the name Andre Martin on their phones. Immediately a picture popped up that looked very much like the guy across the room. Only in the picture he was scowling like he couldn't wait to tackle an opponent, and the guy in front of her in a dress shirt and pants seemed much more relaxed. He had the same neck tattoo, and general facial features, but it was hard to know for sure.
Lisa read a few paragraphs about Andre Martin and then remarked, "Wow, if it's him, he's a legit star. He plays for the NFL. It says he is 'the perfect combination of heart and talent, receiving over 10 tackles in 5 seasons, 10 bowl selections and is firmly among one of the best linebackers of all time.'" She looked back at her friend. "Damn."
"Ooh, and he's recently single, " Whitney remarked, having looked up his relationship status instead of his resume.
Whitney's phone buzzed, and Lisa looked over to read another text from Chase "You better go over there and talk to him, or I will kill you. Kill you!!" he wrote, and then "If you get any indication he's zesty at all, give him my number. I'll fly out asap!" There was an emoji blowing a kiss under the last line.
Whitney chuckled at her friend's text, "Should we go talk to him?" she then asked Lisa. He had been looking at the door and was probably waiting on somebody. Probably a beautiful model or something, but he was alone now, and if it really was Andre Martin, they could get a selfie anyway.
Lisa felt shy about approaching someone who made her nervous just being in the same room with her, but said, "Ok" more confidently than she felt.
"Oh come on." Whitney said, picking up on her friend's reluctance. "Even if it's not HIM, he's gorgeous, right? We can flirt with him...it will be fun. Let's have an adventure."
The girls giggled and made their way over to the bar where on closer inspection it looked as though he was drinking water.
"Hi!" Whitney said. Lisa hung back a bit, not knowing what to say. Whitney was much more extraverted and better at talking to men. "We were just wondering about your tattoo." she said and licked her lips, made quick eye contact and looked down and away, then back up at him again.
He gave them a half smile as though women approached him all the time. He scanned his eyes over the two petite blonde girls in short skirts that hugged their curves, taking in their big breasts and long legs. Lisa got the distinct feeling he was undressing them both with his eyes and the blush crept into her cheeks.
"This right here." he said, pointing to his neck, the only tattoo that was visible to them. "It's an African symbol." he said in a deep voice that Lisa could feel almost resonance in her pussy. His voice was almost as sexy as his powerful looking torso.
"Ooh, I love it." Whitney said, and Lisa wondered how her friend could be so overt. For Lisa, the more attracted she was to a man, the quieter she became. Since this man was the most magnetic she had ever seen, it rendered her almost mute.
"So what about you? You got tattoos?" the man asked Whitney flirtatiously.
"Maybe." She said and laughed. "My name is Whitney and this is Lisa."
"Pleasure to make your acquaintance." he said in a velvet rich tone so dark it matched his skin. He then put out his large warm hand to Whitney and then Lisa to shake. As her hand made contact with his, she felt a sexual energy pass through them and she shivered. "My name is Andre."
"Andre Martin?" Whitney asked and bit her lower lip. "The football player?"
"Yeah." He said as casually as though she had recognized him from the neighborhood coffee shop..
"We thought you looked familiar." Whitney said.
He surprised them by inviting the two girls to have dinner with him. He'd had a meeting with his manager, but it had been canceled at the last minute, so he was stranded alone.
The girls had already been seated, so the hostess added a chair to their table for Andre, and then Whitney prattled on about how she and Lisa were in Las Vegas for Lisa's 22nd birthday. How they had planned to come out from North Carolina for a year and so far were having a great time. They had seen a few shows and done some gambling, and were enjoying the buffets and ambiance in Sin City.
While Whitney was talking, Andre gave her his attention, but eyed Lisa every now and again while she blushed and stole glances at him, feeling his heat and energy, and unparalleled sexual appeal. She watched his full lips, and white teeth flash as he spoke and even once locked eyes with him. After it happened, she quickly looked away in embarrassment and he smiled like he knew the effect he was having on her.
After Whitney had performed a soliloquy about how she was a nursing assistant, and had started working about a year ago, he turned to Lisa and asked "What about you?" What do you do?" in a sexy voice that was almost like foreplay. His dark eyes took her in, traveling to her cleavage, wandering back up to her lips and lingered there before meeting her eyes again.
"I'm waiting tables now, but going to school to get a teaching degree." and looked down at her lap, red in the face. "I don't know if being a teacher is what I want to do, but it's a start I guess." she whispered.
"That's important. Really important work." he said, and took another sip of his drink. Probably water judging from his physique and the fact he had ordered a salad and chicken and veggies for lunch. No way could he look like that and put trash into his body.
Whitney talked until long after the girls had finished eating, and when the bill came, Andre paid it easily, and the girls thanked him.
