1. The Stranger At The Club


    Date: 10/14/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: LoverFarAway, Rating: 0, Source: LushStories

    The rush of the air from the A/C greeted him as he opened the door, as did the smell of the alcohol and the sound of the DJ. He slowly made his way to the quieter side of the club, although still loud by normal standards but still enough to carry out normal conversations. He scanned the seats and the couches after nodding at the barman. He spotted an old friend of his waving at him, seated on a couch sipping on a drink. He gestured at him, that he will join and made his way to the bar. “Hey Mike, how are you doing?” he asked the barman, catching his attention. “Shane, I’m doing quite okay. The usual?” the barman asked in reply. “Yup, the usual please,” Shane answered. He waited for his Chivas Regal on the rocks, and headed for his friend. “Shaaaane, ma’man how ’you doing?” his friend yelled at him. “Are you drunk already John?” Shane asked flopping down on the couch beside him. “That is an insult. I am never drunk dude. Just waiting for Angie. She is working late today,” he sighed. “What are you up to?” he asked closing in. Taking a whiff of his scent, he scrunched up his eyebrows in suspicion. “You had a shower. Which means, this is not an after work visit. Which means you are hunting!” exclaimed John. “Well done Sherlock, you couldn’t just figure that out by my clothes. And what the fuck’s with the sniffing dude, sometimes I swear you act very gay.” “You always dress nice. Very gentlemanly, so Angie says. And I’m drunk,” he defended his actions. It was true he always did ...
    dress more like a gentleman than a kid from the block. For today, he was wearing his usual black suit, without the tie, in a blue striped shirt underneath and the black pin stripe trouser. “You are contradicting yourself. Anyway so how does the battlefield look today?” Shane asked referring to the state of the on goings at the club. “How dare you! I’m an engaged man. I do NOT look at other woman, other than my own,” to which Shane just raised an eyebrow. “Fine. The group over there, are a bunch of College kids. The lady over there is wasted. Those ladies have either boyfriends or husbands. Your prospects for the evening would be, that blonde on the dance floor. The red head at the bar, and those brunettes sitting over there,” John said dishing out the details. Shane slowly, slipped his whiskey as he surveyed the girls. For some reason they didn’t seem to appeal to him much. Just as he was continuing his gaze, he happened upon a striking beauty, probably in her early thirties. She definitely was dressed to kill with the very short, leopard print skirt and the black top that did little to hide the curves beneath them. She had short black hair that fell just about up to her shoulders, which gave her hot body the cutest appearance. Shane found himself staring at this beauty and after several seconds noticed that, she definitely was turning more heads within the club. This kind of heated desire has never creeped up on him so fast before. “What about her?” he asked his friend John as ...
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