The Major's Pretty Baby Face Chapter 2 - Sex Stories

The Major's Pretty Baby Face Chapter 2

... appreciate. Nonetheless, he is thoughtful and often times gentle; kissing my hands for example, or opening doors for me, or having flowers delivered ahead of time to our table, another first for me. Do I need to say it? Matthew is everything my alcoholic mama’s boy husband isn’t. We ran a few more errands, getting charcoal and some hickory wood chips for the smoker-grill. We stopped and had espresso with chocolate biscotti biscuits at a charming little coffee shop, sitting outside watching the people go by….just simple little things, making me wish I had the courage to leave my husband. Then it was the last stop before dinner. Matthew took me to a night club and before we went in, “Take your driver’s license out of your purse and hand it to me, please.” I did and Matthew wrapped a twenty dollar bill around it and handed it back to me. “You won’t need your purse, however I’m going to bet you’ll be proofed at the door and at the bar. This will be a good test.” My Driver’s License photo was taken four years ago when I was much heavier and my hair was shorter….I wondered? “Hand me your brush and I’ll brush your hair.” Matthew brushed it for me, taking a small section of hair on the right side near my face, making a small braid. He took one of the red carnations, cut the stem and put it in my hair near the top of my braid. “Go in first and order a drink at the bar. I’ll be about in twenty minutes.” They proofed me at the door, and the bouncer was practically leering as he ...

... handed me my license back. Most of the people here were in their twenties and they were loud and boisterous. I didn’t recognize any of the music or the songs being played. I was proofed again at the bar and the bartender refused to serve me a rum and cola. Instead he brought me a club soda with a twist of lime as my second choice; it was that or he would confiscate my ID. I couldn’t wait to tell Matthew they thought my License might be altered or fake. I received several offers to dance from two young men and one woman in her early forties who I politely refused. She had a purple and orange Mohawk and multiple piercings in her nose, lips, ears and where her eyebrows would be if she had any…did I forget to mention any skin that was showing including on her head was covered with tattoos; spiders webs, spiders, cockroaches, snakes or skulls? She claimed to be a professional photographer and assured me I would be a stunningly beautiful model with the right haircut, tattoos and body jewelry. I can only imagine what she considered stunningly beautiful. Her clothing was a discordant clash of colors, patterns and fabrics that were decorated with fur chains, studs or beads. Her unique outfit included a feather boa around her neck and black combat boots. Her name is Death Star and she left me a business card with her private personal cell phone number hand written on the back. The logo on the front of her card had a human skull with a snake coming out of one of the eye sockets….need I say ...