It was around 10:30 on a Saturday night when I left my shabby rowhouse in the valley. It was a lower income working class part of town, considered by many to be the wrong side of the tracks. I had moved there from a nicer suburb in order to save money and pay off some bills.
Walking around the corner, I could see my destination only a few blocks away. The valley had an amazing number of little neighborhood bars. There must have been ten of them in a five block radius of my house. That night I was heading to Redman's.
All the other bars seemed to be full of old drunks. I'd heard that Redman's was the valley's version of a dance club and had a reputation as being an easy place to pick up chicks. Now I'd met some real babes at the upscale clubs downtown by the river, and had my share of one night stands. If I could find some decent pussy literally around the corner, life would be pretty sweet.
There was a short line of people at the door but none of that downtown attitude, making some people wait and so on. The doorman looked like some old biker, and he was only interested in checking ID's and collecting a small cover charge.
The place was packed, but then again it was a small club. I was able to get a beer pretty quick, from a stunning redheaded barmaid that was wearing some tight black leather shorts with some black fishnet pantyhose.
All of the stools at the bar were taken so I started to slowly walk around, checking out the place and the crowd. Although it was a younger crowd, I hated to admit it but it looked like the barmaid might have been the hottest lady in the room.
I was working on either my third or fourth beer and not having any luck striking up conversations with women. Suddenly it hit me that despite being a dance club, the place still had the feel of a neighborhood bar. It might be an easy place to score once people know who you are, but I was a new face in the crowd and might have to stop in a few more times before I had any success. Figuring I would just finish up my brew and then walk home, some girl waved me over to her table.
There were three women and two guys crammed into this circular booth by the dance floor. Judging by the pile of beer bottles on their table, they had been partying for a while. The young lady that had called me over was a cute but rather chunky brunette. She had an amazing set of tits that barely fit into her white tank top.
After she introduced herself as Lisa and made introductions all around, I quickly figured out that the others were two couples, and Lisa was the fifth wheel tonight. One of the other ladies, who was older and a bit heavier, wearing some gaudy shiny gold dress, said that I looked familiar.
I casually mentioned that I've played bass with a few local bands around town and she might have seen me jamming at some other bar. Though I was between bands right now, I told them I had just started renting a house with my old guitar player, a few blocks away. I'll admit it was a shameless ploy to establish some credibility as a local.
Somehow they made room for me at their table. We drank some beers, had some laughs, and later on I was out on the floor dancing with Lisa. She was looking really fine with those super sized tits, and wearing this short plaid skirt like a naughty schoolgirl. I'll admit to having a fetish for boots and Lisa happened to be wearing these sexy black leather knee high boots, which had heels that might have been about four inches high. That really topped off her slutty sex appeal for me.
After a slow dance I told her that I still had some unpacking to do at home, but I had put my bed together, and suggested that she come over for a little while. Lisa gave me a devious smile, and then a kiss with a deep probing tongue, and said we would go to her place instead.
There were no long goodbyes with the other couples. In no time at all we were making our way down the narrow sidewalks, with Lisa's high heeled boots clicking loudly in the darkness.
"I like your fuck-me boots," I told her. "They are really sexy." She laughed, and asked me if I wanted her to keep them on during sex.
"Hell yeah," was all I could think of to say.
Lisa's place was only a few blocks away, some big old house that had been divided up into a bunch of apartments. As she led the way up to the second floor, I couldn't help but reach a hand up under her skirt to grab a handful of her plump ass.
"Now wait just a little longer," she said, playfully slapping my hand away. I did as I was told, but I was really aroused now. I'd had a handful of bare ass. She was wearing a thong, or who knows, maybe no panties at all. Fuckin' hot.
When we walked in one of the apartments at the top of the stairs, I was really surprised to see some dude sitting in one corner of the tiny living room, hunched over a computer. He was kind of heavy set, wearing gray sweat pants, with his thinning hair pulled back in a stumpy ponytail.
Lisa didn't even bother introducing him and as she led me to her bedroom I laughed to myself that this loser had been sitting at home all night, probably surfing for porn and spanking his monkey, while his hot roommate was out partying, and now he'd have to listen to me fucking her.
Her bedroom was tiny and cluttered. She took a long time lighting a bunch of candles on top of the dresser and nightstand. At last we sat down on the edge of the bed and started making out.
Now I really wanted to spill her big boobs out of her top and get my hands up under her slut skirt, but I restrained myself. Deep passionate kisses, periodically nibbling on her earlobes, and kissing her neck. I wanted to get her really steamed up, and it worked.
By the time I had just begun to lightly caress her tits through the thin fabric of her tank top, it seemed she could take no more, and she boldly thrust her hand down the front of my jeans and grabbed hold of my cock.
Suddenly she broke off our kiss and in the candlelight I could see she had a sour look on her face.
