It was early July on a Friday night and Natalie Sinclair sat alone in a booth at the Oak Moss Bar inside the Hyatt Regency Hotel on River Street sipping a Coke Cola. Even though she found it flattering that she was attracting looks from some of the few male patrons inside the bar she was getting annoyed; her date was twenty minutes late. The eighteen year old girl hated to be kept waiting. Natalie pulled her compact from her purse and checked her makeup, more out of boredom than necessity; she knew her makeup would be perfect as it always was.
Her lipstick was a glossy velvet red shade and she did her eye makeup in the "smoky eye" look that blended together dark eyeshadow with lighter shades and she went heavy on the mascara to make her already long dark lashes look even fuller. Besides her lipstick and eyes shadow and mascara, Natalie wore very little other makeup, nor did she need to; she was naturally beautiful but she added just a hint of blush on her cheeks and a little cover to hide the barely noticeable freckles that went across the bridge of her nose. The young girl smiled at her reflection and was right; her makeup was still flawless.
She put her compact back in her purse, placed her hands in her lap, and smoothed out her black pleated mini skirt and decided to give her date ten more minutes before she left. As she waited she scanned the small crowd in the bar and smiled at a man sitting alone who was staring at her. The man looked to be about mid-forties, was dressed in khaki pants and was wearing a polo style shirt with a logo of some country club embroidered on the top left breast. His paunch of his stomach was tight against his shirt and overhung the waist line of his pants. Natalie giggled to herself as the man sucked in his stomach and run his hand through his blading head when Natalie caught him staring at her and smiled to him. Why not have a little fun, she thought.
Still smiling at the older man, Natalie lifted her chin up and slowly rotated her neck slowly and lifter her right hand and ran the back of her well-manicured fingers over her neck in a seductive manner all the while smiling and looking at the older man sitting at a table several feet away. She then ran her fingers through her medium length black hair and pursed her lips to give the man an enticing pouty look. Natalie then giggled aloud when an older woman came up behind the man and caught him staring at the young lovely girl and slapped him in the back of his head. The man's wife sat down across from the man, turned and glared at Natalie, and then turned back to her husband and started whispering to him in am angry voice. Natalie found it very amusing and wished she could hear what was being said.
"Looking for a new man in case I didn't show?" A masculine voice said behind her.
Natalie turned her head and smiled, "I was thinking about it. You're late?" She then looked past the young man who addressed her. "Where's Terrance?"
"T couldn't make it." The man said and sat down.
"A shame, I like Terrence. He's fun. He has a much better sense of humor than you do, Carl."
Carl laughed, "Is it his sense of humor you think is fun or having two black cocks in you at the same time?"
Natalie laughed at that, "Both."
Carl was twenty-five and tall with black skin the color of fresh ground coffee. From the first time Natalie met the man she thought he was very handsome. He had a natural muscular build; his hair came down over his ears and about an inch off his shoulder and was braided with thin dread locks. Carl was dressed very out of place for the location they were in. He had on a tight "wife-beater" style tee-shirt and his large arms were bare to reveal several tattoos on both arms, his black jeans were baggy and pulled down past his waist to reveal his plaid boxer shorts. On his feet were clean solid white sneakers.
"Could have dressed a little nicer, Carl." Natalie commented. "What happened to the nice clothes I bought you?"
Carl shrugged, "You knew what I was when you went out with me that first night and I gave those white boy clothes to my cousin. He likes them."
Natalie sighed. "Well I think you could dress a little nicer especially when we meet here."
Carl laughed, "I told you I was not going to change, Natalie, so stop trying to get me to be like your rich white boy boyfriend who you don't fuck."
Natalie smiled, "I don't want you to be like him. That would be awful."
The young black man nodded and looked around, "I really feel out of place when we meet here."
Natalie giggled, "Like I feel when you take me to your parties? Plus I don't do cheap motels...well most of the time...I like nice things and nice places."
"Yeah, but you could just get the room and text me the room number. I don't care if anyone knows I am fucking you, but if you are so concerned then why meet in the bar?"
Natalie shrugged, "It's discreet. Only tourists and out of town business people come here." She flashed Carl a smile, "Plus maybe I like showing off my gangster black fuck buddy."
Carl laughed as the waitress approached the table to ask if he wanted something to drink and if Natalie needed another cola. The waitress was a pretty, tall, young black lady who gave Carl a disapproving look as he order a Budweiser beer and then gave Natalie a harder disapproving look as she told the waitress she was did not need anything else.
Natalie laughed and leaned a little across the table. "Maybe she thinks you are my pimp."
Carl chuckled, not fazed at all by the waitress, "Do whores come here?"
Natalie leaned back and smiled, "Well this one does." Carl laughed at her comment. "But yes they actually do like when there is a convention here. Then the hotel does not care but normally they run them off because they don't want to get a bad review from the tourists."
