In this tale and the ones following I intend to chronicle one of the craziest but most fulfilling years of my life. I hope this tale thrills you as much as it thrills me to write it.
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It all began on a Friday night in the fall. But before we talk about that night, I think I should introduce myself. I am a marketing junior executive. I accomplished this feat while only being 26 years old. I graduated from Stanford and went to Yale business school. I earned my way into Stanford via a football scholarship.
At 6'4 230 pounds, I was one of the most sought after weak side linebackers in the country when I graduated high school. However, a torn PCL, MCL, ACL and meniscus during my senior year of my last game put my dreams of NFL glory quickly out of commission. No one wants you when you only have one good knee to stand on. It didn't matter in the end though. I was a straight A student with a major in economics and a mind for marketing. Once all my surgeries were done I headed to Yale for my MBA.
Straight out of B school I was snatched up by the 2nd largest marketing firm in the US, Holsom, Logan and Struss. The company did about $14 Billion in business a year. I was hired as an associate but have made my way up to a nice office, 6 figure salary, and working my own accounts. Not bad for a kid who grew up on the streets. I got this way by being a hard worker. I work harder than everyone and it has led to my success on the football field and in corporate.
However, it has left me distant from most. Even in college, I never went out much and I go out less now. Don't get me wrong I'm charming and still have the body I did when I played. Except now I'm not at as bulky but I'm far more toned. My dark skin, short hair, broad chest and big smile have always been a turn on for most ladies. Hell it's a quarter of the reason I have this job, the other quarter is being black, the other is the Yale MBA and the last is I think my boss wanted to use me as eye candy.
My usual routine for most Fridays is to crash and come in on Saturday morning to work. I know what a bore right but I like being good at my job. I'm not going to look good forever so best become indispensable while you can.
My friend Andy knew this and he always gave me shit about it. I saw him walking by and I know he was going to ask me to come out tonight with him knowing I always say "not tonight."
"Hey Mark, you want to hang tonight?" Andy asked.
I look up from my computer with a smile and said "Sure".
Andy was stunned. He couldn't believe it. I think he was only asking me because I say no most of the time. Let me be honest. Andy is a nice guy but I usually say no because he hangs with the Goth crowd. Oh he looks like a straight laced accountant Monday through Friday complete with gelled blonde hair, geeky glasses, long shelve shirts complete with a goofy bow tie but you lift that shirt, he's covered in tattoos and has a penchant for heavy rock music.
The other thing you would expect an attractive guy like him would go after a certain type, right. Maybe he would like skinny blondes with big tits, or leggy brunettes with shapely asses or even pale red heads with nice lips, right. Whelp you'd be wrong. The guy digs big girls. Who would have thunk it right? Well it turns out about half the city's BBW population has been fucked by this skinny geek. He told me once it's nothing better than going balls deep into the ass of girls who have a lot of cushion for the pushing.
Apparently a lot of his big girls are into anal. How he seems to find these unicorns I don't know. I still have yet to get to one girl to let me fuck their ass. Anyway, Andy shakes off his shock and smiles big and says "Mark you want regret his one bit. We are going to have such a great time. You want regret, you want regret it".
I smile and nod, "I think it's time I got out more."
He smiles and runs off saying "I'll text you with the address of where we going".
I get back to my computer. It's already around 6 and I know I should be heading home to get ready for the "fun filled night". More than likely, I'm going to be bored and head home early. I never much liked clubs. I prefer more intimate sitting with people I know where I can actually connect versus just yelling and trying to get some half-drunk girls phone number who probably won't remember me in the morning.
However, I know I can't just be hermit and who knows maybe I'll land one of Andy's unicorns. It's been almost 5 weeks since I last had sex and 4 months since it was remotely memorable. I know its cause I work so much but I'm starting get the urge and I would love to stick my dick in fat girl's ass.
I get a text from Andy saying to meet him in a place called Dark Side of the Moon. It's in the arts district where all the people who don't shower every day and only eat organic. It's also where you can find some of the best weed in town. I may have to make a visit to dealer I know.
I don't smoke often but since I'm out might as well. I get dresed in plain blue jeans and polo shirt. I know I'm not dressed right for this club but I'm not trying to impress. I'm going to get a drink, maybe get some weed, and if I'm lucky might steal a big girl from Andy. I don't usually date them but I'll take anything right now. I call an uber and head to the club.
The driver does a double take when I tell her where I'm going. She doesn't say anything but her gestures say she is surprised a tall, thickly built black kid would be headed some place like that. I get in the back of the small car. Ugh, my damn knee. It doesn't hurt usually but once you have 3 surgeries to repair it, you never stop feeling it.
I sit in the back and pull out my phone. I check and respond to emails. I see the driver eyeing me in the review. She's not bad looking. Probably late 30's with some nice tits. I see the wedding ring on her finger and I know what's going on in her mind.
She is thinking about the what could have beens? If I was younger, would this man take me home with him? If didn't have my kids, would I be headed to a strange club instead of dropping someone off. Everyone always thinks about what else is out there. Hell so do I.
When I arrive, I could see the line and I know I'm not dressed right. Most people look like they should be in a heavy metal music video. It looks like everyone raided hot topic at the mall. I've never seen so much black clothing, piercing and tattoos. Not saying it looks bad but it's just not your everyday look.
Most of these people probably have professional jobs and this is who they are on the weekends. Even with the monochromatic color scheme, there are still some hotties in the crowd even if they are pale freaks. They always say you should watch for the weird girls. I'm not sure who "they" are but I'm hoping to learn if they are correct.
I see Andy in the middle of the long line. He's dressed like the rest. Spiked dog color, tight black sleeveless shirt with leather pants with his hair spiked up. I shake my head at the sight. We slap five and talk as we head into the club. He lets me know I'm going to be his wing man and goes on and on how he is going to get me laid. Even broadcasting so to a group of girls who were clearly more into one another than any man.
Once we get in I head to the bar. The bar is manned by 4 very good locking vampire looking girls. Complete with fake blood and pale make up. The blonde who comes over to serve Andy and me is wearing a tight, white, halter that accent her large breast and shows off her flat stomach. She has a small waist and tone ass that hang out very short shorts. A pair of black combat boots complete the outfit.
Her looks are distracting and I have a hard time remembering what I wanted. Andy doesn't and asks for two Heinekens. All I can do is nod. He gives me a look and rolls his eyes.
"Whatever, she's gorgeous." I say.
"You know she only dresses like that for tips" he says.
"Well she can get the tip of this dick in her moth" I say as she walks back with our beers once again smiling hard as she hears the crudity of the response.
Andy looks at me with raised eyebrows "Smooth, Casanova".
"Shut up" I say.
As I sip my beer and scan the crowd. This place is a heaven for the alt crowd. The goths, the punks, the emos, and looks like some cos players as well, as I see a Morpheus look alike walk past. The DJ has some heavy rock music playing which is making the crowd dance or at least that what I think everyone is doing.
I stand out because I decide to not participate in the outrageous outfits but that don't stop some cute suicide squad Harley Quinn from eyeing me wantonly. I think it's a tease though because she is firmly attached to her joker. I'm in a world I don't quite understand. I true outsider. So just like any outsider, I stay on the fringes at the bar and watch the cast of characters.
Even when Andy tries to pull me into what I can only call a mosh pit, I stay back. I am into trying new shit but there's a limit. He heads in and as I watch I see he may have found a girl his type. She is heavy set, with big titties and red hair which I can only hope is wig. I see them dancing together and I know he must be lying down his game because I see her giggling.