The first week at my new job had come to a close on Friday at six pm. I was grateful to Mr Brown for employing me at his factory after I was fired from my previous job four months ago for taking a day off on my ex-girlfriend's birthday without permission. I was apprehensive about taking the day off, but she said that I didn't love her if I didn't do it. The stupid cow broke up with me after I lost that job. The prior boss had fired me for theft. Two dismissals in a year and being unemployed for four months had made me clean up my act and had put me off girls. I wanted to meet a milf for sex.
Ross called me at ten and asked if I was ready. He rolled up at my house half an hour later in a Mustang. The boy had swag and taste in cars.
"You're ready to go get some whores?" he asked.
He didn't have respect when talking about women, but he had no problems bedding them. Whenever we went out, he would hook up with a woman in a matter of minutes of arriving, leaving me by myself. I didn't mind since it forced me to make a move or to stand alone like a turd. Ross approached a blonde after I handed him a drink at the bar. I held a drink when scanning the floor. A brunette was dancing with her friends, so I used the baby whale standing next to her as an excuse to talk myself out of approaching since she looked like a cockblocker.
The next girl I saw had black hair and a pink skirt. Two of her friends were talking to each other, so she was looking around the venue.
That's her. She's the one for the night.
I drank the rest of the courage from the glass and gulped before walking up behind her. She frowned when I put my hand on her shoulder. When I leaned in so she could hear me, she raised her right shoulder and leaned back. I persisted, but her friend grabbed her hand and dragged her away.
I felt as if everyone was looking at me.
Oh, my God. I feel like a dweeb.
I gulped and looked at the lights, which hovered over my head. My shoulders dropped and chest contracted when I exhaled. The stairs to the exit looked alluring. Leaving was the coward's way, so I compressed my lips and looked around the floor. A woman with brunette hair and who looked like she was in her mid-forties was looking over her shoulder and smiling at me.
Oh, my God. There's my milf. She wants me.
I walked to her with a smile flitted across my face. Her friends saw me coming but did not object. They kept their distance when I said to the milf, "Hi. You look absolutely stunning."
"Thank you. You're not so bad yourself."
"I'm Steven."
'Nice to meet you, Steven. I'm Jade."
My hand was on her lower back when we tossed words back and forth. Her perpetual smile gave me a hard one. I wanted to stick it into her so bad. "This is my favourite song," she said when David Guetta's Sexy Bitch played. When she swayed her hips, I stood behind her and put my hands on them.
She rubbed her ass against my crotch, making me even harder.
Please, God. Let me bang the living crap out of her.
I put my arm over her abdomen and thrust against her ass. My boner was poking her. I smiled when she screamed. She clutched her knees when she bent over and wiggled her ass on my groin. Her two friends gaped at each other. I loved feeling like I was the centre of attention.
Jade turned around and put her arms around my neck before gazing in my eyes. Her smile was contagious. My racy heart told me that it was time to go in for the kill. I tilted my head to the right and smooched her. She stuck her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues twirled when I grabbed her ass. My boner was bulging and brushing her groin. I would've given anything up to bang her.
Her head tilted backward when she laughed after I lowered my lips to her neck. The sparkle in her eyes told me that she wanted me, but the dance floor was not the right place to escalate. When I grabbed her hand to escort her off the floor, her friends looked at each other. I felt like the owner of the club. She asked me where we were going when we walked outside.
