"You got that hot date tonight, Aggy?"
The black sport cars headed down the California freeway. The setting sun put an orange and purple streak down the top of the performance vehicle. Inside, a unique man drove the vehicle with excitement beating in his chest.
"Agamemnon or Game but Aggy?" Onansi complained to the car-phone-connection. "C'mon Wash...you're killing me!"
On the other end, Onansi's long-time friend snorted. "As if that's possible. So, this model... Damn, I looked at her Instagram--"
Agamemnon laughed to himself. "--more like you stalked her Instagram--"
"Screw you. Anyway, she is fire, bro. If she's not into you, see if she's into average to short, non-descript white guys..."
Game smiled. "Napoleon said the same thing..."
Wash paused on the other end of the call. "Napoleon Dynamite?"
Game smiled. "Bonaparte." The man smiled as he continued down the 101 towards Los Angeles and his date for the evening.
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Ariel Black
To the entertainment world and her fans abroad, her name was Ariel Black. She was a well-established cam model and social media influencer. Her life was not only being the embodiment of sex but it was social media coordination, posting times, marketing, promotion and climbing virtual ranks night after night.
Her cam room offered something for everyone. For those that wanted to chat, they could text her. For those that wanted videos or pictures, she had those available for purchase as well. The one package she offered that had remained untouched was a chance to go on a real date with Ariel herself. It was easily the equivalent of $20,000. It was coveted but no one had ever purchased her date package.
Until now.
Once the shock of the purchase had worn off a few days ago, she had communicated with the purchaser - a new fan in her room, username GameOn4000. Earlier in her day, while preparing for this evening, she had consulted a psychic energy app on her phone. Ariel was passionate about such things as vibrations, energy and the like. The app gave her daily affirmations, positive quotes and rules of attracting what she wanted in life. Today, it claimed to have read her vibration and determined the nature of her evening.
It predicted she would be a queen by midnight.
Or dead.
Ariel took the world of the metaphysical very seriously. She believed in soul regression, crystalline energy fields, the divine, time travel, spirits and even the darker side of the unknown. So, when the app told her to be careful of three attempts on her life, she was shaken. But she was also a professional and had a date to attend.
She walked into the restaurant.
Ariel's skin was caramel colored. She looked literally like anywhere on her body tasted sweet. She had shoulder length dark hair that flowed like a damn fantasy with every turn of her head. Ms. Black had a near-perfect oval face with large eyes. Her lips were full and inviting.
She was tall and a heart-stopping blend of lean and curved. She had long legs that held up (what one of her cam room hashtags referred to as a #bigjuicyass. Sometimes her skirts were too short and when she would bend over, she could direct the exact view of her panties, her thong or her absolute glorious ass. Last but far from least were Ms. Black's other otherworldly assets - her breasts.
They were big, at least triple D and perfect in the way they jiggled and bounced when she slid them up and down a dildo in her cam room. Other hashtags assigned to Ariel were #tig_ole_biddies, #fucking_ big_as_hell_jugs and #big_ass_titties" She often mentioned how she played sports in her room chats. How she could run, skate or catch anything with those "big ass titties" would have been a sight to see.
Fans in her online room would ramble about their fantasies. And there would be some discussion about taking her to dinner or seeing a movie with the sexy model. But many of these conversations were like dogs in heat. They wondered aloud about how she fucked. They debated what position would be best - bending the hot "big juicy ass" woman over and "shoving their dicks into her pussy" or whether it would be better to stare into her big eyes while mounting her missionary and watching her "big ass titties" shake loose from one of her ridiculously low cut tops.
Despite discussions of fingering, eating out and other carnal terms, the room was mostly respectful. Ariel sold sexuality and while she had an army of fans that celebrated her, she had at least a handful that worried her.
The model wondered if any of those would be her three killers this evening.
She was seated at a very high-end restaurant known as "La orilla del agua" or "The Water's Edge." The eatery specialized in tapas food from Spain and Mediterranean delicacies. It sat on the edge of a lake with a beautiful slope of landscape leading to the waters.
The rules of the date were specific and dictated Ariel was to arrive first for security reasons. She arrived separate and would leave before the buyer of the package.
Ariel Black wore a simple black dress that looked anything but simple on her. It had a plunging neckline that pronounced her large breasts. It hugged her curves and accentuated her thick athletic body from her strong shoulders to her narrow waist to an ass that could stop traffic from coast to coast. Her hair was down and wavy, flowing around her base of her neck and allowing for her gold hoop earrings to show. Red lipstick was the perfect icing on this outfit and Black's full lips glistened under the restaurant's warm lighting.
The water's breeze came in through the open setting. With considerable quickness, the host recognized the model, greeted her and seated the woman.
"Ma'am," began a waitress hold a dozen of the brightest reddest roses ever seen. "Compliments of the gentleman at the door." Ariel Black turned expecting to see any type of man standing there. However, she was taken back by her discovery.
Agamemnon Onansi had jokingly sent a half-focused picture here and there to the model but nothing that did the man justice. He was tall and in obvious exceptional shape. He wore a dark shirt and pants. A suit coat perfected the attire but there was something about his eyes. They were as brown as he was and seemed to simmer with an intensity that Ariel found herself staring at.
She remembered why she was there and stood from the table with a smile and a wave. He made his way to her.
"Agamemnon?"
"Yes. It is a pleasure, Ariel."
The two shared a brief embrace and laugh. Silently, the both noted how good the other felt during the hug.
"I gotta' admit," Ariel began taking her seat as Agamemnon pushed her chair in, "I'm...I'm not disappointed."
He smiled and sat himself. Ariel felt a draw from just that grin alone. "That's a relief..."
"So, some ground rules from this evening--"
Game waved his hand slightly. "Please let me say that I only want you to have fun tonight, if I'm fortunate, me also. I want to enjoy a good meal and great company. I'm not trying to push the boundaries tonight. "
Ariel made a face that nodded in surprised agreement. "Nice...I-I couldn't have said it better myself. So, how do you get a name like Agamemnon and what do you do?"
"For the name, blame my mother. Most people just call me Game. I know, I know... And as for work, I've retired. I was doing a lot of contract work. I most recently specialized in long term investment."
"For people investing for like a year or more."
Onansi smiled before taking a sip of his drink. He remembered helping pharaohs store their gold, kings put away jewelry and villages save their grain before the revolution - any of them.
"A little longer than that." He answered.
"So, we've chatted in the room, you won my number one night and we've texted. But why my page?"
"Well," he began, "You're beautiful but there's a very cool energy about you. And it was your costumes that first caught my eye online."
"Yeah, my cosplay?"
"It's very authentic."
"I have a friend who works in a museum so she gives me pointers. It was so much work trying to get the Egyptian princess costume right and the cowgirl, the flapper, ungh, so much effort!"
