Diary of a High Price Escort Book 3 - Sex Stories

Diary of a High Price Escort Book 3

... pretty rowdy."

As I listened to her advice, I noticed the door from outside swing open. A huge black man stepped through and stopped to survey the place.

"Think I may have found what I'm looking for. Thanks." I said.

She turned her head and instantly saw the same burly black stud I noticed.

"Franklin!" She exclaimed, obviously knowing the target of my challenge.

I grinned at her as she continued. "He's a big dude, hun. You sure you're up to it?"

My continued grin told her I was willing to try.

"Good luck with that one, hun,” she remarked.

She turned and walked away, and I thought I noticed her shaking her head as she did.

Franklin must be nearly six feet eight inches tall. Strong, wide shoulders and closely cropped hair. As he approached the bar, his brilliant smile caught my attention. He spoke with nearly everyone he passed, telling me he was a regular at Flannagan's.

He leaned into the bar beside the waitress station and ordered a beer. The bartender handed it to him as he leaned down to listen to something my young waitress was telling him.

His smile broadened as she spoke, and he turned to look in my direction. I smiled widely at him, then lifted my glass to take a healthy gulp of its amber contents.

Franklin again looked at the young girl and then spoke next to her ear before turning and facing the bar.

I didn't expect him to come running across the place just because he was told I was interested in him, but for the next several ...

... minutes, he never returned his attention to me. He wore black dress pants and a black tee shirt under an equally black sports coat. The only thing not black about this huge stud of a man was his brilliant white smile and the gold jewelry that adorned every finger.

When he didn't glance at me again for several minutes, I figured he wasn't interested in what the young waitress had told him. I can't blame him. After all, I certainly wasn't dressed to impress such an astounding black stud.

As I finished my beer, I thought I would leave when the waitress approached with a fresh pilsner glass full of Bud.

"I didn't order another beer," I said.

She smiled and replied, "This one's on Franklin."

I returned her smile with one of my own, then said. "Well, thank the fine gentleman for me."

"I will,” she answered, then added. "But Franklin is anything but a gentle man." Her pause between the words gentle and man made it clear she had first-hand knowledge of his sexual personality.

Her warning did little but excite me about the possibility of rough sex with such a monster of a man.

I watched as she returned to her station and spoke up toward Franklin's ear. His brilliant white smile again flashed as he turned and raised his beer bottle, toasting my appreciation of his gesture.

While I still had his undivided attention, I slipped my purse over my shoulder and slid off the stool. Franklin turned to face me as I walked toward him, trying to walk as seductively as ...