"Ggggrrrrrreeaattt..." Kristie thought to herself "...set up again by her parents."
She guessed it was another privileged boy with family money, but no personality. Although she was only in her late 20's, to her adopted parents...she was over the hill and in desperate need of help with meeting prospective suitors. And since her parents were old school and came from money, of course they had a certain standard for her: 1) Strong bloodlines and family name 2) ivy league school and 3) high income earning job.
To be fair, Kristie couldn't be too upset with her parents. They did adopt her at a young age, rescuing her from a scary underprivileged future. As she found out when she was old enough, her biological Chinese parents couldn't afford to take care of her, because they already had a son and she was unplanned. So growing up with rich adopted parents who treated her like a princess wasn't what you'd call a bad backup plan. So she understood that she had to deal with her adoptive parents meddling, but their intentions were good.
Unluckily for her, there was no shortage of suitors. There were the ugly ones who would be future millionaires and they were all looking for an exotic and pretty wife to show off. There were the good looking and confident ones (with big egos and even bigger complexes) and they were only interested in adding another notch under their belt. And the few decent ones just couldn't meet her strict demands, which to her were not so strict...
Because all the money...all the credentials...and what their parents or grandparents did in life mattered very little to Kristie. All that mattered was the size of the cock, and whether they could keep up with her in the bedroom. Because Kristie may have been raised to give off the proper and elegant look in public, but she was secretly just as nasty and slutty as a pornstar. And lately, the only ones that fit her demands...that gave her what she needed...were those hulking black men. Yep, she was on a black cock craze...it was her drug.
Never the one to discount the small chance that the next date could be the possible man of her dreams; she always brought her "A" game. Besides you never know who you may see, or more importantly...who may see you. So as she sat in her glamorous walk in closet, scanning her wide and expensive wardrobe, she struggled with what was the right "look" to go for that night. She ultimately settled on a classic and simple pink, pleated evening dress, which still exuded the right balance of mystery and sexiness. The sleeveless dress showed off her tone arms and the hem of the dress clung just above her knees to flash enough off her best feature...her long legs and her flawless skin. The dress hugged tightly against her thin frame and made her perky B cups pop more than usual. She completed the outfit with some of her favorite necklaces and bracelets, before deciding to get a little naughty. She rummaged through her secret drawer and found the right pair of thigh high stockings...the nude colored ones with the black seam running down the back. To the naked eye it was just a seam down the back of her leg, but if you looked closely the seam was made up of words in script that read "Love Me, Kiss Me, Fuck Me" as they led up to her thighs. She finished off the outfit with a brand new pair of peep-toe pumps that instantly made her 4 ½ inches taller. The red sole on the bottom of her heels matched her lipstick and nail color perfectly...a few sprays of No. 5 later and she was ready for her date.
The lucky winner of the right to be seen in public with her tonight was a hotshot doctor named Jake. He was slightly older than her and fit into the cocky, big ego category of men that she filed them away in. So her hopes seemed to be already diminished.
Right on schedule, Jake was outside waiting for her in his expensive and rare foreign sports car, the kind that usually overcompensated for a small penis. The license plate "Jakeman MD" didn't help. He had proper manners when he greeted her and opened the door for her, but it was clearly an act as the whole drive to the restaurant he couldn't stop from talking about himself...dropping subtle hints at his successes and vast wealth. She didn't hide the yawn to show her disinterest.
As they pulled up to the Michelin 3 star rated restaurant, the nice looking host greeted them at the door and told them that their table would be ready in a few minutes. She didn't mind, because her eyes instantly focused in on a waiter standing nearby. He was a muscular black man with a smooth shaved head. His muscles bulged against the tight white shirt and black dress pants and she couldn't help but salivate at the thought of what else might be bulging.
She was snapped back out of her mind wandering by Jake who was already complaining, "I'm so sorry that you have to wait. I will have a word with the owner later..."
Kristie faked her mutual disdain at the delay, but was more interested in breaking away from her lousy date. She excused herself with claims of wanting to "freshen up" and asked the host where the toilette was. She was thrilled when the host told her that the kind waiter nearby would show her the way. He had a small name plate on his white collared shirt, which said "Marcus".
Marcus stepped to the side to let her pass. He sneaked a glance at her sexy ass and long legs. His skillful eyes made out the words running up the seam of her stockings as he guided her with his waving hand to indicate the direction of the washroom, "Right down the stairway to the left." There was another washroom upstairs, but he thought it best to let her access the downstairs room in quiet. It was generally reserved for special parties and other VIPs that required more privacy, but tonight it was empty.
He waited for her to return, so he could greet her with a smile and show her to her table, which was now ready with her date seated. She returned sooner than expected, "I'm sorry...did you say to the left, because I could only find the men's washroom there." Marcus nodded "Yes", but then caught himself. Kristie could see his brain spinning as he motioned towards the left and right, moving his body to position himself in different directions before deciding it would be best to come down and show her the way.
At the bottom of the steps, he saw that the left was in fact the men's washroom...which meant the right would be the ladies. He slapped himself on the forehead to imply what a goof he was and apologized profusely. Kristie smiled and said it was "OK" as he stepped to the side again to let her pass. As he did, he backed into a tray of glasses pre-filled with waters causing a spill on the floor. Right as Kristie stepped on the location of the spill with her expensive high heels. Whether she really slipped or just was a good actress, only she would know...but her body flailed dramatically right into the strong arms of Marcus. He held her for a moment too long in the movie classic pose of a man dipping his love before preparing for a deep kiss. Their eyes interlocked, their mouths so close they could feel each other's breathe.
Marcus helped her onto her feet and once again apologized profusely for his clumsiness. He begged her to not complain to his bosses, which she waved off as a ridiculous notion. He asked her if there was anything he could do or get for her. Kristie knew what she wanted to say, but those words would be inappropriate to come out of her sweet and sophisticated mouth. So as she stepped into the washroom, leaving the door open for Marcus to peer in, she asked if she could get a drink.
"Of course, what would you like madam?"
With a slight twinkle in her eye she asked, "What do you have?"
The clumsy waiter spout off the usual choices of liquors and wines before Kristie stopped him, "Do you have any cocktail specials...any off the menu items?"
Those words could mean anything, but at this fine establishment...those were code words. Code words that unleashed a world of intoxicating offers and pleasures.
"Well madam, we do have a very special choice today."
