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(53) Attracted Ama

♡ AMA

I rush over to the liquor store to buy a bottle of wine for Mona and me. I can't wait to get this weekend started. I'm done with it all; dad's death, not having my own apartment anymore, or a job for that matter. I'm even done with Noah. I seriously need to get laid and he's not helping. I need to find someone who will.

Fuck, I'm so frustrated!

Rushing into the store, I bump into someone. I look down and my eyes land on pointed black boots. As I turn around to see who it is I bumped into, I feel my hip brush his dick. I think it's his dick...

He says sorry excessively and my eyes pause at a certain area of his tight jeans. Oh my.

I look up into his eyes and recognize him. Oh, fuck me. It's the handsome bartender from the Strip Club. Mona is never going to believe this. She has been teasing me about him forever. I drool over him every time we're there. And I always offer to get the drinks.

He's very stand-offish when he's working though.

I stare at him and he seems to be doing the same. I wish I dressed up before I got here. I'm wearing my dark-blue maxi dress, with my hair in a messy bun on top of my head. I'm not even wearing a lot of make-up.

Fuck me.

If I had known I was going to bump into him...

He snaps out of our staring daze first and says: "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to bump into ya."

He looks friendlier out in the wild. I smile at him and say: "I think I 'm the one who should be saying sorry. I was rushing around with my head in the clouds."

I chuckle and ask: "Are you working tonight?"

Fuck. Shut up Ama. He probably doesn't even know who you are. He sees a ton of people every night.

His deep voice sounds a bit amused when he says: "I am. Are you coming over to the club with your bestie? And will you be ordering all the drinks again?"

I look down and blush. Fuck he does know me. And he's even more handsome without a bar between us. I take a deep breath and decide to go for it. This is my chance.

I look into his dark eyes again, "I'm Ama. We might be there. We need it to start off the weekend properly." I mumble: "Especially after this week."

A slow, small smile appears on his lips and I stare at his lips for a bit too long. 

"I'm Donté. I've seen you in the club. Two beautiful women enjoying themselves freely are hard to miss."

I feel my cheeks heat up and I'm afraid to look into his eyes. He really is different when he's not working and it's getting to me. That smooth deep voice, dark hair and eyes, that tall muscular body. My eyes travel down again. And those tight-fitting jeans.

Fuck me. I think he might be huge.

I force myself to look up at him again and try to come up with something to say.

"Donté? Could you help me pick out something to drink? Something to drink with my bestie while we get ready? Nothing too strong, but different? We usually drink sparkling wine, but since you're here, what do you suggest?"

"Well Ama..." He looks deep into my eyes, "There's a French section of wines upstairs I could show you. It won't take too long, I promise."

I ascend the stairs, swaying my hips, feeling his eyes on me. As we approach the French wine section he says, "Vive la France. You can't go wrong with it. It's basic and smooth and very great for cocktails as well. Especially anything sweet. The sparkles of the fruit make up the flavor, especially with blue cocoa."