Wagers and Lust (PM me interest)

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AnnieD

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Annabelle Lorene. At least, that's what it said in my fake ID. I've always found it so damn stupid that in this country, our leaders deem to it acceptable to send an eighteen year old to jail, war and allowing them to vote, but not allow an adult under the age of 21 to drink. I was nineteen and by now, I should be able to take a sip from a fruity alcoholic drink. Oh well.

Anyway, so here I am in Detroit. My boyfriend practically dragged me to this outing, seeing as we haven't been really close since I went to university. University of Michigan, to be exact, in Art and Design. Not the best program to find a job but hey, beats my boyfriend who couldn't be bothered by school anymore. Besides, I've always been a very artistic gal. I may overdo it sometimes, by applying overly colorful lipstick or eye-shadow, but that was me - and I liked it.

Paranoia began to sink in as we moved along into the bar, with the bouncers checking the IDs of everyone. Some claimed to have misplaced it, while others flipped out. I couldn't help but wonder if should have changed my first name to something else? ...wait, why am I even worrying about it? My best friend, Lynne, assured me moments earlier that the bouncers probably wouldn't even check my ID. After all, I was hotter than most women here. I even allowed a bit more cleavage than usual to emphasize on my figure.

My figure was certainly something. You have no idea of the amounts of free drinks I have gotten since I hit eighteen, due to my heavy chest. I had other great features, mind you, to go along with my slim body, but my tits got the most attention. Nevertheless, I've learned through experience that some men will do anything for a woman with a voluptuous figure. Even if she has a boyfriend.

Tyler was that boyfriend, even if he wasn't such a fantastic one. Don't get me wrong, he's a great guy, it's just that I feel sometimes that he's way too immature for his own good. After all, I could understand if he didn't want to come with me to university if he already had plans in life, or something of that sorts. Instead, he spends most hours of his free time smoking narcotics.

The bouncer nodded me in without checking my ID and I reached for the door, looking back to see the same bouncer check the ID for Lynne. She motioned me to go in without her, and I did. I mean, I didn't do it happily, it's just that I came this far to see Tyler and I'd be damned if I couldn't find him as soon as possible.

I wasn't too worried, until from the corner of my eye, I saw an older man. A grungy looking man who was called George...something. I don't know his last name, but it was someone Leanne warned me about. Apparently he frequents the club and tends to hit on younger women - and is especially obsessed with women with big boobs. Yep, that means that if he spotted me, he'd definitely try to chat me up - the half-Asian with tits that were bigger than her head.

I quickly looked back and almost prayed that Leanne would show, or that I'd miraculously see my boyfriend (as to avoid some perv and awkward conversation). Sadly my prayers were not answered and I saw that man quickly approach me, drink in hand.

OOC: I need a dominant male writer to play as George. Send me a PM if you are interested. Thank you!
 
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Name: George Clark
Age: 52
Height: 6 foot, broad and tall - as such carried his middle age spread well
Hair: greying and balding, cropped but always washed and smart looking
Eyes: piercing blue
Profession: : City Accountant - so wealthy
Marital Status: Widower but still wore his ring

It was Friday night, and after a hectic stressful week in the office, ensuring his dumb clients stayed on the right side of the law, he was out letting his hair down, not that he had much to let down.

Most Friday evenings, he would have a couple of drinks after work, before heading to a club close to his office and his home in an old Victorian warehouse, converted into penthouse apartments overlooking the river and the city.

He rarely left the club alone. He stood at the bar, sipping his water. He enjoyed a drink like any other man, but he also maintained a certain level of composure, keeping his wits about him. as he did so, he saw her, a young asian female, her tits where, are fucking huge. He recognised her from previous evenings but he never had the chance to chat her up.

But tonight she was alone, and her top was struggling to keep those beauties contained.

He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to tit fuck her and lick his cum clean from her flesh. He shuddered with that lovely thought.

And so as she stood just inside the door, blocking the route in for those following her, he stepped forward to meet her.

"Hi Spanner Eyes, you look like a damsel in distress, need a knight in shining armour to buy you a drink or two?"

He smiled exposing his teeth, white and sparkling as he gestured towards the bar.
 
"Hi Spanner Eyes, you look like a damsel in distress, need a knight in shining armour to buy you a drink or two?"

"Spanner eyes?" I asked him, as that was a new compliment to me. I mean, guys would hit on me all the time, but I couldn't say that I ever that one before. Anyway, it didn't take long for me to break out of my thoughts and say "Um, as much as I'd love to, I really need to find my friends and boyfriend."

That usually gets them to go away - mentioning that I have a boyfriend, that is. I looked around me some more and Lynne wasn't anywhere to be seen. I didn't really know whether she got kicked out or they finally let her through and she just walked right past me, leaving me to deal with this man all by myself.

That bitch.

So anyway, I gave the older man a look, looking up and stared right into his blue eyes. I smirked and said "I'm not a damsel in distress, by the way."
 
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Adrian smiled as he manipulated her closer to the bar, stepping back with small steps as he chatted with her.

"Spanner Eyes, because every time I have seen you in this place my beauty, my nuts have tightened....."

"Um, as much as I'd love to, I really need to find my friends and boyfriend."

"And that is why you are a damsel in distress... you are alone in a large club, and as you can't find your boyfriend, you have no one to buy you a drink until you find him, so what will it be? Wine? Vodka? A cocktail? "

He placed his $20 bill on the bar, and a bar maid immediately asked him what he wanted, but her eyes met Lindsey's gaze.

"Alternately, I can call the manager and inform him that there is an underage girl on site.... Now you wouldn't like to be thrown out would you?" His voice was suddenly cold and callous.
 
"And that is why you are a damsel in distress... you are alone in a large club, and as you can't find your boyfriend, you have no one to buy you a drink until you find him, so what will it be? Wine? Vodka? A cocktail? "

What? Couldn't he take a hint? I nearly rolled my eyes when he placed a $20 bill on the bar, presumably to tell me that he was ordering. Again, I glanced around - or at least, I wanted to. The man then gave me this stone cold stare and with a stern look on his face, said:

"Alternately, I can call the manager and inform him that there is an underage girl on site.... Now you wouldn't like to be thrown out would you?"

Holy crap.

"What makes you think that I'm too young to drink?" I said defiantly, but decided to not press it on further. I didn't want to know the answer to that. "But sure. I mean, it's just one drink right?"
 
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"What makes you think that I'm too young to drink?"

Adrian chuckled.. "Your charming youthful appearance, and that you are a tad insecure, looking around.... cautious to go to the bar alone... So" he paused as he inhaled deeply.. "What would you like?"

He looked at her, her cute smile, and her voluptuous breasts, and felt his cock twitch involuntary with the prospect of sleeping with her that evening.

"Anyway I'm Adrian, should I continue to call you spanner eyes or do you have a name my lovely one?"

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