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ejaculator, would have a lot in common.”
    “Wow. I’m sorry, honey. I feel so bad for you. At least Mike is good in the sack with a big cock. I don’t know what we’re going to do about this. You’re going to have to raise your standards a bit. Stop being so nice and start being a bad girl who is looking for a bad boy. That’s what you need. A bad boy.”
    “Is Mike a bad boy?”
    “What? Mike, a bad boy? Yeah, right. He is about as bad as a baby kitten, but he knows how to fuck me the way I like it, so his lack of badness is forgivable. You don’t need someone like Mike. I can tell, you …”
    All of a sudden, Lexy just stopped talking in the middle of her sentence. It was like she was frozen. She didn’t move or blink. She just stared behind me. The look on her face made me nervous. I thought that I was about to be approached by another geek who wanted to buy me a cherry martini, so at first I didn’t turn around.
    “Lexy, what the hell is wrong with you?” I inquired, still not turning around.
    “Umm … I, uh …” Lexy stuttered.
    “What? Earth to Lexy. Snap out of it and tell me what is going on. What are you staring at?”
    Lexy didn’t say another word. Instead, she motioned for me to turn around with her head. I slowly swiveled my barstool around and caught a glimpse of what she was looking at.
    At first, all I could see was a group of about eight black men standing around a table. They were obviously paying and getting ready to leave. It struck me as odd that they were all so well dressed. Most of them had on black suits, but there were others who weren’t sitting at the same table who weren’t wearing suits at all, choosing to tone it down with pressed, button-up shirts and very fancy shoes. Most of the men were older, and starting to develop gray hair on their stubbled faces, and I couldn’t figure out what the hell was worth staring at.
    I turned back around to Lexy who was swaying from side to side, obviously trying to see something that was being hidden from her view.
    “Lex, seriously, what the hell?” I asked again.
    Suddenly, Lexy gasped loudly. “Oh my god, Lil. Turn around right now.”
    “Seriously, Lex, this better be something worth looking at.” I turned around again, and that’s when I saw him.
    He wasn’t anywhere near as old as the other men in the group. This man was wearing a gray suit with a light blue underneath that had the top two buttons undone, revealing a muscular, heavily tattooed, hairless chest. His beard was perfectly trimmed around the sides of his face and mouth and his short hair was perfectly edged on all sides. He had one hand on the table and the other by his mouth, revealing an obviously expensive silver watch with a light blue face that was surrounded by diamonds, and his hand and wrist were covered in tattoos. His purple handkerchief was perfectly stuffed into the outside pocket of his jacket.
    I couldn’t stop staring. It was like I was watching a model during a photo shoot. His caramel skin was as flawless as the diamond studs in his ears. He opened his mouth to speak to one of the other men and my attention immediately dropped down to his perfectly plump lips. I couldn’t hear anything he was saying, but I watched his gorgeous mouth move until he was done talking. I knew at some point he could look up and see me, but it was like I was stuck in a trance and I couldn’t move. I just kept staring at him. He was physically perfect.
    “Okay,” I heard Lexy say from behind me, “make it a little less obvious, Lil. Don’t look like a stalker.”
    “Who is that?” I asked as I continued gawking.
    “How the hell should I know? Just stop staring. Shit, he’s getting up. Lil, turn around!”
    The man rose from his seat and every man around him seemed to move out of the way so that he could get up. When he stood, I saw his perfect build. He was at least six-foot tall and probably weighed about two-twenty, with thick arms and wide shoulders. I