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Tonight was the night!
It was the Grand Opening of my fourth potentially successful nightclub.
I didn’t think I could do it. Matter of fact I really didn’t want to do it but my advisors talked me in to it. Now I’m glad I took their advice.
As I looked down from the private third floor I saw the mass of people packed in back to back. Dancing, sweating, and drinking…the usual club scene.
I noticed several celebrities embracing the crowd. Matter of fact seeing a celebrity was quite normal at the “Night Scene”. The Night Scene was the name of my clubs.
I had a “Night Scene” in Miami, Dallas, Hollywood, and here Seattle.
Night Scene was a very well known nightclub across the country.
We were mentioned in USA Today as one of the best nightclubs in the nation.
Several celebrities have mentioned “Night Scene” when visiting Miami, Dallas, and Hollywood.
We were well known for our drinks. We served the best drinks in town.
Our sound system is top of the line.
We played nothing but the top R&B and Hip-Hop artist.
And here I was. Miss LaTonya Forbes. The owner and CEO of “Night Scene”. The woman responsible for it all.
I smiled as I realized the great success this place was going to be.
I walked into my office sipped on my wine to calm the jitters.
I looked at myself in the mirror.
I observed my tall stature, my caramel brown smooth skin, my shapely figure…I smiled at myself as if showing my approval of the attractive woman in the mirror. My high cheek bones accentuated my full lips and honey brown eyes.
Tonight I was going for the conservative look. My long jet-black hair is pulled back in a french roll. I chose a nice black business pantsuit with three-inch Italian leather heels. I was 5’11” without heels so the heels made me look exceptionally tall. I finished my lips off with a cherry wine color lipgloss. Now I was ready to greet the floor.
I took a look at the floor again to observe the people. I scanned the crowd and my eyes rested on an individual that looked a little out of place.
Damn! I thought to myself. She was obviously a minor.
How did they let her slip in!
I didn’t need another incident with the law regarding minors in my club.
I started for the stairs. I stopped myself. I went back upstairs.
I took a deep breath. Took another sip of my wine.
Then I looked at her again. Maybe she’s not a minor I tried to tell myself.
I looked at her small athletic figure.
She was about 5’4″, probably 120 lbs.. She had wavy blonde hair that stopped at her shoulders. Her blue eyes were visible even from the third floor. Her face was so innocent but pretty. I had to catch myself because I was staring at her. Her skin looked so soft and untouched. She had on a black halter top and short black skirt that was obviously not her style. She was trying to be something she wasn’t. She surely wasn’t fitting into this crowd. She held on to her drink tightly. She was being tossed side to side by the weight of the crowd. She was no match for this urban hip-hop crowd. She looked around for a familiar face but found none. She then looked up and caught me staring at her. I was a little embarrassed for being caught staring at another woman but I didn’t show canlı bahis it. I held my stern look. I wanted to see if I could read her age by looking at her. From my years of experience I knew she was definitely a minor. She knew I was on to her and she instantly turned red. At that moment I rushed downstairs to the entrance. I waited for her because I knew she was attempting to sneak out. Lo and behold there she was. I stepped to the side in the dark trying not to be noticeable. As she neared the door I stepped in front of her. She was surprised and a little frightened when she looked up to find this strange woman before her.
I politely asked her to follow me into my office.
She hesitated,
“You have no choice” I told her.
She nodded her head yes.
I started for the stairs looking over the crowd as I gracefully headed for my office.
I unlocked the door and ushered her in.
I towered over her with my arms folded.
I went straight to the point.
“I need to check your ID,” I said in my stern voice.
She nervously checked her purse and quickly pulled out the ID.
She glanced at it. Then she looked at me.
I held out my hand.
“I’m sorry ma’am but this is not me on this ID” she said.
“Then who is it?” I asked harshly.
“It’s someone who looks like me and I wanted to come here so bad and I just had it made for me because everyone was talking about coming here and I felt left out because all my friends were coming and I was the only one under age” she rambled.
“Stop” I said calmly.
“Do you realize the fines I would have to pay if they carded everyone and found you here?” I asked
“I’m sorry,” she said softly.
“How old are you?” I asked
“Nineteen” she said
I looked at her for a long time. I knew she was uncomfortable.
I went to sit at the edge of my desk.
She was still standing near the door waiting for a good time to rush out.
“Don’t even think about it,” I warned her.
My eyes dropped to observe the rest of her body. She was very pretty. I noticed her full breast and her slender hips.
I couldn’t believe the way I was looking at this young woman.
I was literally attracted to her.
I couldn’t believe it!
I have been without male companion for awhile but I never thought of being with another woman.
I looked at her and she was now beet red.
Now I was making myself uncomfortable.
“Umm could you please go home honey.” I politely asked “And please don’t come here again until you’re of age”
“Okay” she said
She was relieved and was gone before I could change my mind.
I couldn’t believe the way I was looking at this young woman.
Woman?! She was still a young girl in my opinion.
Here I am 32 years old, beautiful, successful, and wealthy sista being attracted to a young nineteen-year-old white girl!
I started to feel a little uneasy with myself.
Maybe I need a date. Forget the date I needed to get laid.
Yeah…that’s what I need! I told myself. Because I was totally losing my mind on this one.
I knew just who to call in this area.
It was a guy I met a month ago. He was absolutely gorgeous with a body to match. His name was Terrel.
A black stallion bahis siteleri he reminded me of. Strong, dark, and just downright fine.
I was a woman and I loved men! I told myself.
No women for me.
I laughed at myself at how outrageous I was thinking a few moments ago.
I called Terrel and he sounded sexy as ever.
“Can we meet?!” I asked
“Of course” he said in his sexy voice. “Come over”
“Okay” I said
Feeling lightheaded and over excited from the wine and Terrel I called for my limousine to meet me at the front door.
I fixed my hair in the mirror.
Checked myself over.
Damn I look good I thought to myself.
I chuckled and headed downstairs.
I noticed heads turned as I slipped through the crowd.
My Assistant rushed over to me clearing the path as I walked through.
“We have to talk about minors getting into the club,” I said in my demanding voice.
“WHAT?!” He said looking disappointed
“Yes” I said, “I just caught one”
“Oh my God” he said apologetically “We’ll tighten up Miss Forbes, I promise”
“We’ll talk about it tomorrow, okay?” I said calmly
He lightened up when I kissed him on the cheek.
I walked outside and looked at the long line of people that waited to get in.
A few people that recognized me called my name wanting to get instant favors to get in quickly.
I heard a few whistles and catcalls from more than willing men.
I waved and smiled.
The limousine driver opened my door and I got in.
Pouring myself another glass of wine I patiently waited to see my dazzling lover for tonight.
I looked out the window as we drove.
I began to think about Terrel and his beautiful smile. How he made me feel when he kiss my hand and up my arm. I smiled when I thought of us making love.
He owns the construction company that we contracted for “Night Scene”. When I met Terril he had an affect on me that I’ll never forget. I tried to keep it strictly business between us but the attraction was too great. He’s the first man in years that made me at a loss for words.
I began to sing a song to myself while enjoying the ride over to Terrel’s.
As I looked out the window I noticed a familiar figure.
The cold weather was no match for anybody walking this time of night.
As we drew nearer I recognized the black halter top and short black skirt.
It was the nineteen-year-old that was in my club!
What was she doing out here walking this late at night?
“Driver please pull over,” I said abruptly
He quickly pulled over and I opened the door and got out.
She was surprised to see me.
“What are you doing out here?” I asked
She shrugged her shoulders. “They didn’t want to leave so I’m walking,” she said sadly
“Get in the car” I said in my demanding voice
Without hesitation she quickly crawled in shaking from the cold.
I opted to sit across from her so I could look at her.
“Where is she going?” the driver asked
I looked at her waiting for an answer.
“Bellevue” she said
She looked me over. Looking around the limousine at the champagne, the television and she looked long and hard at something I forgot was in the car.
It bahis şirketleri was my vibrator/dildo.
I was embarrassed…but I didn’t show it.
I just stared at her to see her reaction.
When her eyes met mine she quickly looked away.
I took a sip of wine and asked her for her name.
“My name’s Jasmine” she said “Look I’m very sorry about the club thing I wasn’t thinking…”
“Don’t worry about it” I interrupted “I just don’t want to see you there again”
She took a deep breath and crossed her legs.
I let the champagne sink in and relaxed.
I must’ve had a lustful look on my face because when she looked at me she uncrossed her legs.
“So what is your name?” she asked trying to avoid my stare
“If you don’t know then it’s none of your business” I snapped
She glared at me as if she wanted to kill me”Diver you can let me off here?!” she said suddlenly.
The driver quickly stopped.
She fumbled with the door trying to get out. I watched her in amusement as she scurried out and slammed the door.
I laughed to myself and got out behind her trying to be serious.
“Look ” I said “I don’t want you out here walking by yourself this late at night…Please get back in the car”
“I don’t know who you are with your fancy car and fancy clothes” she yelled, “I don’t need your little charity ride home. I can walk home by myself.”
I grabbed her hand.
“Look, I’m sorry” I said “Let me take you home…Please”
She looked up at me.
“That’s okay” she said, “Honestly, I can walk. I’m fine.”
I was really feeling bad now. I took a deep breath and looked at her. She was looking so beautiful. I had a sudden urge to grab her. But I retained myself.
“Get in the car” I said “Please?”
She looked at me long and hard and for the first time tonight she smiled.
I was surprised at the twitch I felt in my crotch. I began to curse myself for feeling like this over a nineteen-year-old girl.
“What is your name?” she asked
“Call me Tonya” I said
“Tonya?” she said “As in LaTonya Forbes?”
“Yes” I said calmly
She jumped up and down screaming “Oh my God” and without warning grabbed me around my waist throwing me back a couple of steps.
“I’m sorry Miss Forbes” she said “I saw you on TV and I knew you looked familiar I just…”
“That’s okay” I said “Could you do me a favor and let’s talk about it in the car? It’s very cold out here”
“I’m sorry.” She said “Thank you so much for making my night”
She got in the car and I sat across from her again.
At this time I was feeling a little at ease with the strange desires I was having for her.
“Still to Bellevue?” ask the driver
I looked at her and waited for an answer.
She didn’t say anything.
I quickly switched seats and sat closely next to her.
“Bellevue?” I asked
I looked at her lips and her eyes waiting for an answer.
“Umm” she fumbled for an answer as I brushed away a strand of hair away from her face.
I wondered if she was feeling what I was feeling.
Although it was hard for me to believe I wanted her so bad.
“Bellevue?” I asked again
She said nothing.
I rubbed the back of my hand across her cheek. She breathed out heavily.
I took one look into her eyes then I knew the feeling between us were mutual.
From that point on I took control.
“No!” I told the driver “Back to my hotel. She’s coming with me”
To Be Continued…
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