I had just broken up with my boyfriend, Clyde, a few weeks ago but it still hurt to think about him. It was two days before my 23rd birthday and he said he didn’t love me after 3 years of dating. He moved out of my apartment and took multiple pieces of my heart with him. He was attractive with short brown curly hair. He had an average body, with nice arms and legs but not really a defined chest but even though he was an average Joe, he made me laugh and cum, many times, and he was fun to be around. My friends decided to take me out someplace before I jumped out of my apartment. Most of my friends are women but I have some very close male friends as well and a few friends of both genders came to pick me up to go to new club/bar opening named Fetish (which has nothing to do with what you’re thinking). They came over around 7pm to pick me up but I had my bag of excuses ready. I had, “I have a double shift at the hospital tomorrow,” and “I’m not feeling good tonight,” but they dragged me out of bed and blackmailed me, with some secrets that had once come out when I was drunk, to get dressed and ready. I slipped on some loose jeans with a belt and a wife beater and fixed my hair to make it look not as shitty as when I started.

I have an OK body standing at 6’1” with short, dark brown, curly hair that compliments my lightly tanned skin tone. I’m not too muscular but have enough to look good. Most of the guys I’ve dated are the average Joe type but are very funny. I know that I need a sweet, compassionate man but I can never find someone so I go with what is available, the jerk that looks good.

My friends and I got into a cab and we arrived at the club at around 7:30. Because my friends are single, they immediately set out to find a date and left me alone. Even though I was in a bad mood the club was really alive with activity. There was a gothic look to it and a small stage where people got up to dance. I really hated when my friends abandoned me so I went to get a drink at the bar. I sat down but before I could order, the bartender handed me a drink.

“Compliments of the fellow on the other end,” he said.

I looked over the bar and saw a visual orgasm of a man. He was smoking hot and he ordered me a drink. I completely forgot about what’s-his-face breaking up with me as soon as I saw him. Suddenly he got up and started walking over to me. It was then that I saw what a hunk he was. He was about my height with a mini, honey blonde Mohawk, just big enough to make him look even sexier. He was wearing tight jeans that hugged his ass in a way that made it look so firm and juicy and a shirt with a popped collar. His body was a temple that made me want to pray, with strong arms and legs and a 6-pac chest that you could melt into. His most distinguishing characteristic