Maria
I had never paid for sex in my life where a working girl was
concerned. To tell you the truth I was
one of those guys who was just cocky and talkative enough to find free and easy
sex anywhere. I always swore that strip
clubs were a waste of money. My buddies
would take their hard earned cash and give it to some tease with tassels who
would give them blue balls and an empty wallet.
I could take that same money and head to the local bar and get some hot
chick liquored up and in bed for probably half the price and trust me my balls
would not be blue afterwards. I was
proud of that fact but as they often say “Never Say Never”.
I was in Vegas for a bachelor party. Shocking I know but there we all were having the time of our lives when I saw her at the bar. She wore a bright blue sequined dress that hung off her shoulders teasingly and the first thing I noticed was her lightly kissed caramel tinged skin. It was smooth and just the right amount of creamy. When she turned and caught my stare she did not move her eyes, rather she locked onto mine and flashed a radiant pearly white smile. The conversation around me faded into a muffled noise as I thought to myself how much I wanted her. At that very moment I wanted to meet her, to talk to her, to feel her soft skin pressed against mine. I dismissed myself from the conversation my buddies were having and headed toward the bar. She watched me the entire way with those dark exotic eyes. When I finally reached her, after traversing a room full of elderly people and drunk frat boys, she made heart jump with a simple accented hello. Her voice was honey and just as beautiful as she was.
