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He went out alone, one night, to test his pick up skills. He made sure he had the right mindset, body language, scent and clothing. He spotted a woman who looked to be alone. She was dressed in a black mini that seemed to flatter the curve of her hips. He watched her politely pushing away some guys who tried to dance with her while she was making her way to the bar. Instinctively, he knew other guys would want to pounce on her so he worked his way to a position where he ended up by her side. He brushed her shoulder in an "accidental" manner to get her attention. She paused and didn't seem annoyed. "What are you drinking and why does it look like blood?" he asked. She passed him the glass. "This tastes good." "It's called Love Potion." "Are you still trying to find your Mr. Right?" he teased. She giggled and slapped his arm. "I'm kidding." He knew he created a spark when he saw her eyes grow wide. "What do you think of those guys who tried to dance with you earlier?" "I think they're just... here... trying to have a good time." He pointed to the big muscular guy trying to dance with a brunette girl. "How about him?" "He seems pretty fit." "I'm guessing, he's not your type?" She punched his arm and chuckled. "Why not him?" She punched him again. He cut the jokes and unapologetically told her, "You don't seem like an insane girl." She laughed. "You're exactly my type," he confessed. He honestly thought she would walk away this time but she showed no signs of being offended. ...

... "What do you do for a living?" she asked. "I manage this place and my office is upstairs." "Show me your office," she took his arm in hers. He led her upstairs. They talked about the song playing in the background while sitting on his office couch and she shared how she loved Rihanna then he leaned forward to go for the kill, "Do you want to know what I'm thinking?" "Yes," she whispered. He gently moved her chin towards him and kissed her and then with one hand he unzipped her dress. He was delighted to discover she wasn't wearing any underwear. No bra. No panties. She wrapped her legs around his waist. A surge of electric shock shot through her body when she felt the hard cock pressed against her. He teased and pulled away and smiled at her, "You're beautiful." She kissed him harder. His hand trailed up her smooth legs, traced the curve of her hip then the side of her stomach, all the way to her breast. She moaned against his mouth as he pinched her right nipple. She looked down at her body and noticed her incredibly hard nipples. He pressed his mouth against her breasts. He lavished each one with lustful attention, he rolled his tongue, licked and gently sucked. With one hand, he reached down and found her pussy. "Oh," she gasped when suddenly his hand made contact with her clit. She softly pushed his head off her breasts. He lowered himself and trailed his lips along her stomach, lingered on her navel and kissed her thighs. He licked the skin over the clit and gently flicked ...