1. In The Beginning Chapters 17, 18, 19, 20


    Date: 8/6/2017, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Romance, Teen Male/Teen Female, Author: davebccanada, Rating: 90.9, Source: sexstories.com

    action, isn't it?" "Well, do you want me to wait?" Mike laughs, "I haven't decided to go in yet." "Tell you what, give me a twenty and we are square then I will wait five minutes. If you don't come out I skid addle. Fair enough?" "Give me your name and number and we got a deal." He gives Mike his business card putting his own name on it and suggesting Mike ask for him. Mike nods agreement and gets out of the cab. "Five minutes, eh?" He closes the door. He approaches the couple and teen on the steps stepping around them and puts his hand on the door. Uncertainly he gives it a tug then realizes it opens inward so pushes it. Before he steps inside he looks back to his cabby and finds him chatting with the black female and the teen. The black man is gone, around back he figures. He turns and tries to peer inside but it is a blur of shadows although soft music issues from the gloom. He steps inside letting the door close behind him. As his eyes become accustomed to the dark he notices there is a wide bar to his left and tables straight ahead of him. To his right is a huge dance floor with nearly invisible tables beyond it. Over head fans turn in a smoke filled haze hardly stirring the air and there appears to be near fifteen people seated or standing with at least two couples dancing a slow sensuous dance on the floor. Mike turns towards the bar and almost trips over a hulking black man seated at a table. He stands and Mike thinks this must be Big Walt. "Can I help you?" his voice ...
    rumbles in his chest. "Your first time here?" "Yes, just checking the place out. My cabbie recommended it as a historic site." he grins. His voice rumbles again, "It is that. Big Walt started this dance hall right after the second world war and it has been going ever since." Mike chuckles, "I thought maybe you were Big Walt." "Oh no, he passed twenty odd years ago. I'm his little brother, Ike. Welcome to Big Walt's. Enjoy yourself but stay out of trouble or you have me to deal with." He gestures for Mike to move on. Mike moves to the bar and a buxom black bar maid asks his pleasure. "Give me a Molson's Export ale, I guess." He thinks again, "Do you have draft?" then reconsiders, "Never mind, I'll go with the Export." She slides it along the bar to him opening it as she let's go. "You're new here. I'm Billie and I'm free in about half an hour." She gives him a big smile. Mike nods good naturedly as he puts bills on the bar. He turns to watch the dance floor. Three couples are up dancing now and he notices one couple far over in the dark beyond the dancers. Mike strains his eyes to see them and he thinks she is giving him a lap dance but in a moment he is sure he is wrong. He glances back to Billie and she asks, "Do you like to dance?" Mike nods and looks back across the floor. "Maybe you prefer that, do you?" Her voice is near his ear and he feels his neck getting red. He turns to her and drinks his beer. He's wondering if his cab has left yet. "We can do what you like, honey ...