Drug Lords and Love - Sex Stories

Drug Lords and Love

... staring so hard at him. I didn't know even more why I realized he was ignoring his entourage to stare back at me. I turned quickly. What the fuck was I thinking? "You ok Christian?" Penny asked, "You had too much to drink?" "No?no. Maybe. I'm fine." I wasn't the staring type. I didn't know what was getting over me. I was sweating I was nervous. I could still feel his eyes on me. I could still feel his eyes on me even though I wasn't looking at him. This guy had the most powerful stare I had ever felt. It was almost like you could feel it. "You don't look fine," Shorty said. I was flustered. "It's nothing," I said. We had gone back to dancing. We had gone back to acting like we were having fun. Truth was I couldn't get Kingston Doors off my mind. I had gone onto the dancefloor with Penny. Shorty wasn't very far at that moment but Penny wanted me all for herself. She started dancing pulling me this way and that way. "Penny slow down!" "What!" "Slow down." She couldn't hear me through the music. She was always a bit deaf. I found myself getting more and more dizzy as she swung me around. The music and the lights were all too much really. I didn't know what the fuck I was doing. I didn't know what the fuck I was doing until I did it. I felt myself turning at that moment. I felt myself getting lightheaded. AND THE VOMIT CAME OUT. "Oh my god!" I heard Penny scream. Several people in the club and taken steps back to see what I had just done. I wished I had thrown up on the ...

... floor. It would have been a little easier. That wasn't the case though. I had thrown up on this big, burly, black dude who gave me the hardest eye at that moment. His face wrinkled up when I threw up on him. Shit! Shit! "I told you that you can't handle your liquor," Shorty said, "Sorry man. Sorry for my friend. He doesn't go out that much. He's not used to all this?" The big man wasn't having it. He wasn't having none of it. Before I knew it he pushed Shorty out of the way. The way Shorty flew across the floor made me realize just how strong this man was. He was strong and he was embarrassed. The embarrassment had made him mad as hell. "I'm sorry!" I said. Shorty ran up back up towards me. I could feel him trying to pull me back to get me out of the way from the guy but it was too late. The guy was gripping me up already pulling on my shirt. "You motherfucker! You DRUNK fucking faggot!" was what he had said to me as he balled up his fist. "What's the problem here?" I hadn't noticed someone was behind me until I saw him. It was HIM. Kingston Doors. He was standing right behind me with his entire entourage. The man was shocked to see him there. Kingston's people were dressed in suits but they had a swag about them. They looked like gangsters straight out of some crime syndicate. "King, this one of your people?" "No but that don't mean shit," Kingston stated shaking his head, "Something wrong with you? This club is under my protection. Feel me? You not going to be staring NO ...