Jack

"Thank God it's Friday"

I hung up my phone and danced to the bathroom. I have always had a thing for Fridays, if it were human it'd be my best friend. I get to turn up with my niggas, drink and dance till my legs start hurting, and the most beautiful part of the day is at midnight, when I get to take a woman home. Not to my parents of course.

Today was no exemption. I was a little bit late but I didn't care, I'm always late to eventually everything. People around me were used to it, they don't really have a choice. I was born that way.

I hopped into my red hot Lamborghini, ran my hands through my beard, smirked at my good looking self using the side mirrors and off I went. I'm so going to impress the ladies tonight.

A few hours into the party, I was already close to being drunk. I was still bigger than the drinks, nothing could bring me down except the finger of a damsel on my bed. I chuckled on that thought and laugh out loudly at a bad joke from one my friends. Though the fake laughter soon died off when I saw her walk in.

A girl, damsel, woman? She walked gracefully to the bar and hopped on the seat. I shook my head, shaking out the effects of the drinks I had earlier gulped into my system and focused on the woman that had just walked in. I felt like I was alone with her in this large room filled with drunken people. I dropped my drink by the guys and made my way to her.

"Hi, I'm Jack." I said as I approached her. Her eyes glittered in perfect harmony with the lights in the club. They were dark and sharp as they pierced into my soul, I couldn't get myself to look away. The lady remained silent to my greeting. A frown was plastered on her face as she turned her attention right back to her drink.

Her oura oozed of power and elegance, I took the silence  as an opportunity to get a full view of her. She was putting on a pencil skirt that had a slit on the side, showing off her long caramel legs. Her blouse was all buttoned up, weird for a someone who had just walked into  the most crazy club in town.

"Are you done  staring?"

Her voice was the sweetest thing I have ever heard all day, smooth, calm. I was held captive by the damsel's aura, now her voice. My night just got a whole lot better than I planned. Slowly the background faded out, the girls winking, loud laughter from different groups at all ends of the club. The loud music blasting out of the speakers, everything disappeared little by little and all I could see, all I wanted to hear was the voice of this lady seated right before me.

This was not my usual me. I was the lady's man. No woman had ever made me aroused this interest in me, especially not the first time meeting them. I'm Jack, full of charisma, to make any woman fall at my feet. It's the women that wanted to know me, not the other way around. But this woman have had me tongue tied at her presence. I tried to blink away the awkwardness because the silence was growing in.

"let's get out of here" she said, I think I saw a smile on her face. No it wasn't a smile, half of her mouth was facing downwards and the side I saw rose towards her eyes, a smirk. Yes that's what she gave me. Before I knew it, the woman was already out of the door. I ran in search of her.

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The damsel was on top of me. I was drown in the world of pleasure as she pounced on me time and time again taking in all my length like it was nothing to her. With one last pounce, her head fell backwards and then I felt something like an earth quake on my extension, and within a second it stopped.

She got off my body and sat at the edge of the bed. I look at her and then at my self, I was still rock hard, I haven't released the bulky liquid that had packed at the top of my extension. I looked at her again.
Is she going to leave me like this?

She just sat there, hands buried on her face, then I  heard a sniff and then another.

Was she crying? Did I hurt her? Was my extension too much for her to handle?

Who was I kidding. I wasn't that awesome, was I? I felt a chuckle coming up and waved it away. During my brain storm, the storm down my body had died down and I was regaining my senses little by little.

I looked at the woman, she haven't said another word since we left the club and it looked like she was not  ready to.

She stood in all her height, the dim light from my light stand illuminating her hourglass shape for me to behold. Exposing her bare, showing her goddess like features. Her perfectly shinning black hair that streamed down her back covering most of it. Her long gracious legs that looked like they haven't walked up to a mile before. She stretched herself and I felt my being coming back to life.

My eyes remained on the damsel that I had just had in my bed. Picking every piece of my dream woman and placing on every part of her and surprisingly each piece fit perfectly. From her long dark hair, to her perfectly toned shape, to her perfectly pointed breasts, to her shinning ebony skin. I can't believe I found her and I wouldn't let her go at least not now.

Short of words I watched her put on her clothes. Oh why cover that up. I groaned within me. She was leaving. I jerked up to edge of my bed. I tried to touch her but she glared at me. Her eyes filled with fury, it burned me.

I restrained my self from touching her, from asking her if I had hurt her in anyway.

I was actually worried if I had hurt her. This feeling was alien to me. I wasn't one to care about women. They were drama queens actually and I careed less if I hurt them or not. But this stranger had made me feel quiet a number of things in just a few minutes. Or was it the sex? No. I didn't even get off.

Soon she was ready, she picked up her bag and headed for the door. I still sat there naked, watching her every move. She opened the door and I finally spoke.

"Please, What your name?"

"Winnie"

And she left, so does my heart.

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