So here's my first submission and I'm hoping that it's enjoyable to most everyone. I would greatly appreciate any necessary constructive criticism or comments as I hope to submit other stories and want to improve as needed.
Blessed Be.
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Kylie sat behind her desk looking out the mirrored window behind it, watching over the crowded main floor of Sin City, the nightclub she opened two years ago after her parents death. They were killed in a car accident that was a result of a design flaw in the new SUV they had bought a couple weeks prior. The manufacturer knew of the problem but didn't issue a recall until it was too late and the case garnered major news coverage due to Kylie's press conference about it when she found out.
They settled the wrongful death lawsuit less than a year after it was filed leaving Kylie, an only child with no other family, with a very healthy eight digit settlement. It took her a few months to decide what she wanted to do with her life while trying to cope with her grief and dealing with the upheaval of her life. She finally reconciled that since her parents had always encouraged her to follow her dreams, believe in herself and find happiness that she should look into the one dream she never told them about and moved to Arizona.
She felt the smile spread fully across her face and knew that her parents were smiling down on her, proud of the way she focused on living life on her terms and following her dream like they would've wanted her to. She decided that tonight she wanted to have fun and fully enjoy the club from the perspective of a regular patron instead of as the owner who stayed strictly behind the scenes. She liked her anonymity regarding the ownership status of the club, it was listed in records under the ownership of a corporation. She always wanted to know that when people talked to her or wanted to get to know her, it was because of her as a person and not because of her money or that she owned one the hottest clubs in town.
She picked up her cell and called Sam, her head of security and told him what she was going to do and for him to alert all of the staff that they weren't to acknowledge her, to treat her just like any other customer. Sam was caught off guard and silent for several seconds before he promised Kylie that he would take care of her request, but made her understand that they would be watching out for her safety no matter what. She told him she appreciated his concern and expected nothing less and told him she was going to be entering the club through the front door.
She hung up the phone and headed into the private bathroom and took a quick shower before drying off and putting on a light coat of eyeliner and lip gloss in the way of make up. Her short, pale, caramel colored hair was easy enough to style with a little bit of gel then running her fingers through it messily to get the desired effect. She slid on her red cotton bikini panties and black thigh high stockings before walking over to the small closet to pick out an outfit from the small amount of clothing she kept at the club.
She eyed the various items until she finally decided on a black skirt that came to just below her knee with a slit on each side that stopped just below the top of her stockings. She pulled out a thin black cherry colored silk camisole style top that accentuated her DD cup breasts but was loose enough to allow it to move across her body. Kylie was so thankful for her mom's genetics when it came to her breasts, she didn't need to wear a bra unless she wanted to. Her tits were large but despite her being 35, they were still just as firm and perky as they were 15 years ago.
She stood looking at herself in the full length mirror hanging on the wall taking in her appearance and smiling in satisfaction at what she saw. Her lush and tall body with natural lightly cinnamon kissed skin looked good, turning sideways she grinned at the sight of her rounded and bubble shaped ass straining against her skirt. She appreciated the slight pudginess of her tummy and her voluptuous hips, showing she was not a little woman and that she was proud of that fact. Being just over 6'1 barefoot, she had a large frame and was happy with how she looked despite what society thought now a days.
She had lost quite a bit of weight and even though she was told that her 165 lb weight was still heavy for her, she disagreed. She had womanly curves and didn't want to be any thinner, didn't want to look or feel frail. Her workouts had toned and built her leg muscles, especially her calves which were rock hard and large but shapely. She walked back to the closet and pulled out her favorite 2 inch dark red suede peep toe heels and slipped them on before putting her phone, keys and other necessities into a clutch purse and heading out of the office.
After walking down the stairwell and out the private entrance leading to the alley on the side of the building, she walked casually to the sidewalk out front and up to the entrance, smiling at the black & red neon sign over the door. She entered the club and headed over to the bar, sitting on an overstuffed bar stool that was really comfortable for tall people, unlike most other clubs had. The bartender Derek smiled at her and asked what she wanted instead of automatically making one of her usual mixed drinks. She surprised him by ordering a beer with a shot of tequila, telling him to hold the lime and salt, that only pussies didn't shoot tequila straight, the way it was meant to be enjoyed. He barked out a long laugh as he got her order then winked when she gave him a twenty and told him to keep the change before taking a sip of beer and turned to look at the room.
She was scanning over the various tables and dance floor, taking in the sight of all the different looking people in the place, she was pleasantly surprised at the volume of business for a Thursday night. Her eyes began drifting around the room when they stopped suddenly on what could only be described as the sexiest fucking man she'd ever seen in her life. He was very tall, long bright red hair in a ponytail and flowing to the middle of his back, his chest wide and rippled with muscles. His entire body was nothing but solid muscles, he looked like he was weightlifter or pro athlete but not obscenely muscular, sex on a stick she thought.
He was wearing a dark green polo that hugged his body like a second skin with the bands at the end of the short sleeves straining against his massive arms. His biceps were so big Kylie didn't know if she would be able to wrap one of her large hands around them and his forearms weren't much smaller. His legs were long and literally looked like tree trunks from top to bottom, his pale blue baggy cut jeans were tight against them they were so thick. He was too far away for Kylie to get a satisfactory enough look at his face, all she could tell was that he had a very defined and strong jaw. He turned to speak to the man standing next to him and that's when Kylie finally saw what she'd been carefully craning her head to see and let out a loud groan of desire. His rock hard ass was even sexier than she imagined and was definitely the best "Charmin" ass she'd ever seen, the kind that you can't help but grab and squeeze over and over.
She felt her body getting flush and tingly, her nipples hardening instantly, her overheated blood and desire running straight to her core, her panties becoming instantly soaked. She was openly ogling this walking, living, breathing piece of heaven on earth, unconsciously licking her lips as her chest heaved with heavy breaths. He turned his head unexpectedly and looked directly at Kylie causing her to blush hard and turn immediately back to the bar. Embarrassed, she grabbed and swallowed the shot of tequila quickly, feeling the burning liquid running down her throat then followed it with a large swig of beer.
