Prompt: The heroine is at a bar playing a drinking game with her friends and loses, and as a result is told that she has to ask the next man who comes through the door out on a date.
“Nooo, no. Come on guys this was just a joke. You know, haha,” Rachelle McCrae said looking frantically at her friends seated at the table. It was their weekly girls’ night out and they were all at a hole in the wall bar in lower Manhattan.
“Bish please! You lost fair and square, now take that shot like a G and be ready to ask the next guy who walks through the door out,” Kellie said.
Kellie was supposed to be her best friend, but would a best friend really set her up like this? Sure, it had been a long ass year since swearing off dating, but you’d think her best friend would understand why she didn’t want to go on dates.
“Well dayum! Look at the fine ass man that just walked in the door. Shit, let’s change the rules, and you take the next guy that walks in, and I’ll get this one,” Kierah, Kellie’s twin, said, eyes wide and unmoving as she stared towards the front of the bar.
Rachelle turned to see what had captured Kierah’s attention, and lost her breath when she spotted the tall, sinfully dark chocolate man that entered the building. The man was panty dropping fine with a smooth bald head, full beard and mustache, and a pair of thick lips that made you want to feast on his mouth, or sit on it.
Well, well, well.
Rachelle stood and smoothed her hand down her ample hips, encased in black leather skinny pants. “Nah, I lost the bet, I may as well take my umm…medicine,” she said. Quickly downing the tequila shot, she grimaced at the burn, then turned to her friends.
“Hair?”
“Laid…since I did it,” Kellie snarked.
She rolled her eyes. “Boobs?”
“Sitting high, cleavage on deck,” Kierah chimed in.
She turned her back to her friends, and strutted over to the bar, winding in between bodies to get to where tall, dark, and sexy had nabbed a coveted bar stool at the overcrowded counter.
Squeezing in between him and some guy with bad body odor, she leaned over the bar, going up on her tip toes, poking her ass out as she discreetly checking herself out in the mirror on the wall, and then raised her hand to get one of the bartenders attention.
Predictably, she was ignored, just as she thought she would be. Turning to the handsome stranger, she lightly placed her hand on his shoulder, and leaned over.
“Hey handsome, can you do me a favor?” she whispered.
When he turned his head in her direction, she was pierced by his dark, midnight stare. Instantly, she imagined looking into his eyes as she came from the best orgasm of her life.
Mentally shaking her head, she smiled and glanced at him with lowered eyes. “You think you can get the bartender’s attention for me, handsome? I need something to…wet my throat.”
The stranger’s eyes turned even darker, if that was possible, as his eyes left hers and traversed down her body. She held her pose, knowing she looked damn good in the skintight leather pants. When his eyes returned to hers and he licked those full lips, her nipples pebbled, imagining what he could do to them with his tongue.
“I’ve got something that could wet your throat,” he said huskily.
She leaned closer to him, her breasts brushing up against his forearm. “Is it good?”
“I’ve heard it is. Goes down hard, but smooth,” he said, lips curving up in a smile showing a flash of teeth.
She moaned, her mind instantly thinking of his dick. She glanced down at his crotch, eyes widening at the print against his leg.
Damn! Zaddy looks like he’s packing!
“I’m no lightweight, so I need something that’s strong and will put me to sleep…later,” she purred.
“Oh, I’ve got just the thing. It’ll have you flat on your ass, slurring words, still hungover the next morning, and walking funny when you wake up,” he said, not missing a beat.
Shit, I bet it would!
“That good huh?”
He leaned closer until his breath teased her lips. “Even better, you game?”
She licked her lips, her tongue teasingly touching his bottom lip he was so close. “You a connoisseur or something?”
He shifted until his lips touched the shell of her ear. His hand came up to lightly rest on her hip. He shifted until his hand touched the skin of her waist, sending tingles down her spine. “Not a connoisseur, but I just know what will make a woman delirious after tasting it, and what will make her beg for more of her new favorite….drink.”
Rachelle closed her eyes as a full body shiver coursed through her. If this man’s dick and bed game was as good as his talk, she was in for a wild ride.
“Will it have me speaking in tongues?”
He pulled back and brought her body flush against him. “Oh your tongue will definitely be involved, how else will you taste it?”
Her lashed fluttered before her eyes closed. Her hands clutched a fistful of his black tee. “I just have to know the name of the guy with the big, wide, head…for drinks,” she said, opening her eyes.
He winked at her. “Lamont. Lamont Adams. And what’s the name of the pretty lady who’s getting a new favorite drink?”
She laughed. “Rachelle. Rachelle McCrae. You are cocky. You really think this is going to be my new favorite drink, huh?”
“Not cocky, confident. After tasting this, you won’t want any other,” he said, caressing her waist and then moving around to her back.
Suddenly, she was pushed from behind by another woman trying to get a drink. This action caused her to be plastered from chest to knee against Lamont, with his dick rubbing up against her clit. She couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips. She should be pissed at the broad who pushed her, but she couldn’t find fault with the result of that shove.
“So, are you going to tell me the name of this drink?”
“It’s not on this bar’s menu,” he said, hands slipping to her bottom.
“Well, Lamont, how about you take me to go get this…drink with no name,” she purred, sliding her hands up so that she could wrap her arms around his neck.
“Oh baby girl, you know the name already. It’s called Lamont. You sure you ready to handle that monster?”
“Oh I can handle anything you dish out sir.”
“You sure about that?” he asked.
“Positive. You have your license?” she asked, head tilted to the side.
“I can assure you, I’m legal,” he said brows furrowed.
She chuckled. “I’m sure you are, but are you sane? I need to give my girls your info before I leave with you.”
“Scared?”
“Nah, I’m just not dumb. License?” she asked, pushing away from him.
He nodded, eyes surveying her face. “Front left pocket, think you can handle retrieving it?”
Her eyes dipped down to where his monster erection lay. If she got his wallet, she’d definitely get a feel. Feeling naughty, she outlined his dick print, then reached in his pocket, and pulled out his wallet. Without waiting for his permission, she opened it, took out his license, and slipped it into her back pocket.
Grabbing his hand, she led him over to where her friends sat, slack jawed and gaping at them. After introductions were made, she had them take a picture of his license before she returned it to him.
With his arm slung low around her waist, he navigated them to the front door.
“Nooo, no. Come on guys this was just a joke. You know, haha,” Rachelle McCrae said looking frantically at her friends seated at the table. It was their weekly girls’ night out and they were all at a hole in the wall bar in lower Manhattan.
“Bish please! You lost fair and square, now take that shot like a G and be ready to ask the next guy who walks through the door out,” Kellie said.
Kellie was supposed to be her best friend, but would a best friend really set her up like this? Sure, it had been a long ass year since swearing off dating, but you’d think her best friend would understand why she didn’t want to go on dates.
“Well dayum! Look at the fine ass man that just walked in the door. Shit, let’s change the rules, and you take the next guy that walks in, and I’ll get this one,” Kierah, Kellie’s twin, said, eyes wide and unmoving as she stared towards the front of the bar.
Rachelle turned to see what had captured Kierah’s attention, and lost her breath when she spotted the tall, sinfully dark chocolate man that entered the building. The man was panty dropping fine with a smooth bald head, full beard and mustache, and a pair of thick lips that made you want to feast on his mouth, or sit on it.
Well, well, well.
Rachelle stood and smoothed her hand down her ample hips, encased in black leather skinny pants. “Nah, I lost the bet, I may as well take my umm…medicine,” she said. Quickly downing the tequila shot, she grimaced at the burn, then turned to her friends.
“Hair?”
“Laid…since I did it,” Kellie snarked.
She rolled her eyes. “Boobs?”
“Sitting high, cleavage on deck,” Kierah chimed in.
She turned her back to her friends, and strutted over to the bar, winding in between bodies to get to where tall, dark, and sexy had nabbed a coveted bar stool at the overcrowded counter.
Squeezing in between him and some guy with bad body odor, she leaned over the bar, going up on her tip toes, poking her ass out as she discreetly checking herself out in the mirror on the wall, and then raised her hand to get one of the bartenders attention.
Predictably, she was ignored, just as she thought she would be. Turning to the handsome stranger, she lightly placed her hand on his shoulder, and leaned over.
“Hey handsome, can you do me a favor?” she whispered.
When he turned his head in her direction, she was pierced by his dark, midnight stare. Instantly, she imagined looking into his eyes as she came from the best orgasm of her life.
Mentally shaking her head, she smiled and glanced at him with lowered eyes. “You think you can get the bartender’s attention for me, handsome? I need something to…wet my throat.”
The stranger’s eyes turned even darker, if that was possible, as his eyes left hers and traversed down her body. She held her pose, knowing she looked damn good in the skintight leather pants. When his eyes returned to hers and he licked those full lips, her nipples pebbled, imagining what he could do to them with his tongue.
“I’ve got something that could wet your throat,” he said huskily.
She leaned closer to him, her breasts brushing up against his forearm. “Is it good?”
“I’ve heard it is. Goes down hard, but smooth,” he said, lips curving up in a smile showing a flash of teeth.
She moaned, her mind instantly thinking of his dick. She glanced down at his crotch, eyes widening at the print against his leg.
Damn! Zaddy looks like he’s packing!
“I’m no lightweight, so I need something that’s strong and will put me to sleep…later,” she purred.
“Oh, I’ve got just the thing. It’ll have you flat on your ass, slurring words, still hungover the next morning, and walking funny when you wake up,” he said, not missing a beat.
Shit, I bet it would!
“That good huh?”
He leaned closer until his breath teased her lips. “Even better, you game?”
She licked her lips, her tongue teasingly touching his bottom lip he was so close. “You a connoisseur or something?”
He shifted until his lips touched the shell of her ear. His hand came up to lightly rest on her hip. He shifted until his hand touched the skin of her waist, sending tingles down her spine. “Not a connoisseur, but I just know what will make a woman delirious after tasting it, and what will make her beg for more of her new favorite….drink.”
Rachelle closed her eyes as a full body shiver coursed through her. If this man’s dick and bed game was as good as his talk, she was in for a wild ride.
“Will it have me speaking in tongues?”
He pulled back and brought her body flush against him. “Oh your tongue will definitely be involved, how else will you taste it?”
Her lashed fluttered before her eyes closed. Her hands clutched a fistful of his black tee. “I just have to know the name of the guy with the big, wide, head…for drinks,” she said, opening her eyes.
He winked at her. “Lamont. Lamont Adams. And what’s the name of the pretty lady who’s getting a new favorite drink?”
She laughed. “Rachelle. Rachelle McCrae. You are cocky. You really think this is going to be my new favorite drink, huh?”
“Not cocky, confident. After tasting this, you won’t want any other,” he said, caressing her waist and then moving around to her back.
Suddenly, she was pushed from behind by another woman trying to get a drink. This action caused her to be plastered from chest to knee against Lamont, with his dick rubbing up against her clit. She couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips. She should be pissed at the broad who pushed her, but she couldn’t find fault with the result of that shove.
“So, are you going to tell me the name of this drink?”
“It’s not on this bar’s menu,” he said, hands slipping to her bottom.
“Well, Lamont, how about you take me to go get this…drink with no name,” she purred, sliding her hands up so that she could wrap her arms around his neck.
“Oh baby girl, you know the name already. It’s called Lamont. You sure you ready to handle that monster?”
“Oh I can handle anything you dish out sir.”
“You sure about that?” he asked.
“Positive. You have your license?” she asked, head tilted to the side.
“I can assure you, I’m legal,” he said brows furrowed.
She chuckled. “I’m sure you are, but are you sane? I need to give my girls your info before I leave with you.”
“Scared?”
“Nah, I’m just not dumb. License?” she asked, pushing away from him.
He nodded, eyes surveying her face. “Front left pocket, think you can handle retrieving it?”
Her eyes dipped down to where his monster erection lay. If she got his wallet, she’d definitely get a feel. Feeling naughty, she outlined his dick print, then reached in his pocket, and pulled out his wallet. Without waiting for his permission, she opened it, took out his license, and slipped it into her back pocket.
Grabbing his hand, she led him over to where her friends sat, slack jawed and gaping at them. After introductions were made, she had them take a picture of his license before she returned it to him.
With his arm slung low around her waist, he navigated them to the front door.
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What did you think? Did this qualify as Rachelle asking for a date? Do you think Lamont can back up his talking? Do you want more of their story? Would you ever be so bold as to leave with a stranger you just met?
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