Never Satisfied--- Again

Girlygurl

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"Oh god! Keep going! Harder!"

The beautiful auburn haired girl moaned as she gripped the side of the bathroom stall. She bit her lip as she was ravaged by an unknown man. The man had her lifted off the ground with her legs wrapped around his waist. Her dress was pulled up to her waist and her thong laid on the floor next to the man's feet. She continued to moan loudly, but it was muffled by the music of the dance club.

The man's body shook suddenly as an orgasm washed over him. Her orgasm soon followed and they collapsed to the floor. Once she regained her composure, she grabbed her thong and stuffed it into her purse. She cleaned herself up and glance in the mirror before saying, "Thanks....uh...what was your name again? Oh nevermind. You were great!" She smiled before walking out of the bathroom.

She pushed past people as she made her way up the stairs to the VIP balcony. She slowed down as she climbed the stairs, thinking about how she hated doing that. She had always been sooo fast and didn't even bother exchanging names. She loved sex, but she really wanted to find just one person.

She walked onto the balcony and looked out over her club. The club was packed as usual and she was making plenty of money. She decided to have a seat on her sofa and turned quickly, running right into a strong, muscular chest. She looked up to see.....
 
The man:

Down at her from what had to be at least six and a half, if not more, height with shoulders sp wide and a chest as broad and thick that they matched his towering height.

"Wellllll hello there," he said in a very low deep voice as his tawny eyes looked into hers and he gripped an arm in a hand as big as a baseball glove to keep her from falling down.

Should she check, the bluge down the inside of his tight pants make it clear all of him is proportionately large sized.
 
The man:

Down at her from what had to be at least six and a half, if not more, height with shoulders sp wide and a chest as broad and thick that they matched his towering height.

"Wellllll hello there," he said in a very low deep voice as his tawny eyes looked into hers and he gripped an arm in a hand as big as a baseball glove to keep her from falling down.

Should she check, the bluge down the inside of his tight pants make it clear all of him is proportionately oversized sized.
 
Ally

Ally was shocked when she looked up at the well- built man. She grabbed onto his arm to brace herself.

As she regained her composure, she said with a smile, "Oh....hello." She stood up and straightened her dress which had earlier been pulled up to her waist. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and looked up at him.
 
The man:

"Well hello yourself," he says in a Barry White or James Early Jones voice that seems to have come all the way up from his toes, echoed around his chest for awhile before coming from his mouth.

"If you're here by yourself, and since I nearly ran you over, the least I can do is offer you a drink... if you're hear by yourself that is of course."
 
Ally

She smiled and said, "I've got a better idea. I'll get us both a drink considering I own the club and I get the drinks for free."

She slowly over to the VIP bar in the corner, swaying her hip as if to the music. She propped herself up against the bar and turned her head towards him, "What you drinking?"
 
The man:

"Hell, how can a man resist an offer like that. The only price better than free is you'd pay me to drink it," he chuckles at the old saying then follows watching the way her ass moves under her dress. As another old saying goes "Like watches two cats fighting in a sack." as it sways and the obviously hard muscles bunch and relax.

He stands next to her looking down at her, which affords him a good view of her cleavage even when looking into her eyes, and says, "Old Forrester Bourbon and ginger ale in a tall glass my lovely hostess."

"Oh and by the way, my name is Matt, Matt Helm."
 
Ally

Ally nodded to the bartender and he made drinks for them. The bartender handed them their drinks and receded back into a back room.

Ally noticed him admiring her assets, but it didn't faze her because that was usually a sign of the man having a fantasy about her. That was a compliment to her and she loved the attention. She knew what it led to.

"Oh and by the way, my name is Matt, Matt Helm."

She sipped her drink and then said, "Nice to meet you, Matt. I'm Ally Electra. Welcome to Electra's Paradise." She pointed up to a neon sign hanging over the dancefloor.
 
Matt:

"Now is Electra really your last name or a 'business' name like Carmen uses for the stage," he asks chuckling as he eases onto a bar stool behind him so she won't get a stiff neck looking up at him. He's still taller than she is by a respectable margin, but not the distance isn't quite as dramatic.
 
Ally

She laughed as he asked her about her last name. "Well.... I kind of got Electra as a nickname so it just stuck when I opened the club. I'll let you imagine what the nickname is from. My real name is Alessandra Quinn. Please call me Ally." She adjusted herself on the stool and crossed her legs towards, causing her dress to raise up a bit.
 
Matt:

He blatantly looks Ally up and down, watches her legs cross and smiles at the added thigh showing.

Then he look at her and says, "Doesn't take much imagination to figure out how you got it Ally, and very pleased to meet you."
 
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