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of police or worse, FBI, but she didn’t care. After the all the gropes, pinches, slaps and tickles, her pussy needed release in the worst way.
    He was magnificent. His short jet-black hair curled lightly at the ends. His firm jaw and straight nose accented his lush, full lips. She watched as he surveyed the club. Her breath hitched when she watched him grin. Instantly her pussy reacted, soaking her panties.
    There was something about this man. He was strong, virile, and mysterious. His eyes stayed hidden, like he was hiding something, only adding the allure to his persona. She knew what she wanted, and it was him in her bed tonight.
    Computers can wait. I’m getting me some cock!
    Jumping off the stool, she grabbed her tray and made her way around the room, her eyes never leaving her prey. She stalked him, watching and learning. Her nipples hardened, and her pussy sang out, oh yes!
    Oh, Mr. Big Cowboy was gonna be hers tonight, even if she had to hog-tie him to her bed. She needed a good fuck. It had been too long since her last one-night stand. Hungry and thirsty, she closed in, ready to make her move.
     
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    Braxton watched as the sexy blond moved seductively, grinding and pumping his hips to Silk’s “Freak Me . ” He was a sculpted masterpiece. His trim swimmer’s body was fit, without a hair on that delectable body. His long, hard cock swayed and bobbed as he gyrated on the stage.
    The patrons loved him.
    The blond was good at what he did, revving up the audience with his seductive moves to the beat of the music as he poured dark-chocolate honey over his body.
    Braxton’s mouth watered.
    Fuck, I would love to lick him up and down.
    Too bad the only piece of clothing he was wearing was the one piece Braxton wanted removed. He couldn’t see the blonds’ face. The black leather mask the blond wore covered his eyes all the way down to his nose. Braxton wasn’t sure this was his blond god that plagued his thoughts and dreams.
    The only semblance was his full lips and strong jaw.
    Fuck, take off the damn mask!
    Leaning against the bar, Braxton took another swig of his beer. His eyes never left the stage as he watched the blond finish his performance. He just wasn’t sure. Then as the blond made one final grinding move, the music came to an end and the blond smiled and walked off the stage, never taking off his mask, and another man appeared, getting ready for his routine.
    “How about a big round of applause for Jordan!” said the announcer as the club erupted in applause.
    Taking another swig, Braxton scanned the room and saw her.
    She was looking directly at him.
    Her pale, smoky blue eyes set off her short, spiky, blond hair. But it was her rosy-red lips that drew his attention. His heart picked up as she licked them, moving around the room. Her tight jeans gave way to a full-heart shaped ass and a tiny waist. Her little tank did nothing to cover her full, pert breasts, and when she smiled at him, his cock took notice.
    She was smaller than he liked, standing only at five foot four, but her seductive smoky eyes and her sassy attitude made up for her shortcomings. His eyes watched as she sidestepped reaching arms, hands, and advances. Smiling through it all, she kept moving his way, and the closer she got, the harder his cock became.
    Figuring if he couldn’t have his sexy blond god, then he was definitely gonna get him some ass.
    He waited as she served the last beer off of her tray, and said nothing when she slid up next to him at the bar. He watched as she handed her tray to the bartender, who in turn handed her a bag.
    “Tell Apollo I’m outta here. Have a cowboy to ride.” Her soft, sweet voice rang out, sending electrical impulses straight to his balls.
    “Ha! Does this cowboy know what he’s getting into?” The bartender laughed.
    “He will in a sec,” she replied and then looked directly at him, “What do ya say, cowboy. Wanna give a girl an eight-second ride?”
    Braxton let out a