18-06-2019, 05:42 PM
"I actually did some research, too. And we don't want the bestones- I can find horny guys anywhere. We need the right one. And I think, if my 'intel' is good, that I found it."
"What 'intel' do you have? What makes it the right one?" Spencer asked as they set off into the darkened city.
"It's an eighteen-and-over club, it has a lot of people, it has a coat check, private VIP areas, and even an enclosed space out back. I don't know how things will shake out because, obviously, I don't these places like I know Malcolm's. So, I think it's good to go to a place that has a ton of options."
Given his background, Spencer was humbled that his mom had outstrategized him. He guessed that while his genius shined while on a computer, his mom's shined when it came to sex.
With how much of a chaotic mess the area had become, getting an Uber seemed improbable. Besides, the weather was lovely. "It's about a 15-minute walk," Breanna informed.
They made their way down the bar district, and as expected, there were pop-culture fanatics waiting outside in long lines. When they finally stopped in front of the club Breanna had researched, Spencer remarked, "This isn't an awful wait- maybe 45 minutes."
His mom condescendingly shook her head. "You've clearly never been a hot woman." Breanna took Spencer's hand and walked him around the line on the sidewalk to where two bouncers were standing. Both of them had the reaction Breanna was hoping they would have.
Letting go of her son's hand, Breanna smiled at the two large men and got to work. "Excuse me, how long do you guys think the wait is? I'm just tryna figure out where to go tonight?" The seated bouncer, who was behind the other and guarding the entrance, enthusiastically said, "Miss, you can head right the hell in."
"Thank you so much!" Breanna chimed with well-practiced sweetness. "And my friend can come, too?"
The bouncer looked at the stunning woman's young, shirtless friend. "You can go right in, but he's gonna have to wait. There're too many dudes in here right now."
"Doesn't seem like a problem to me," Breanna joked, stroking her hair braid.
The bouncer laughed. He reached to his side and unhooked a velvet rope off its stanchion. "Sorry. He has to wait. But you can go right in."
This night had been on Breanna's mind all day. The idea of waiting for close to an hour, left with nothing to do but think about her task once she eventually got in, seemed agonizing. Breanna tilted her head and smiled. "What if I tip you?"
The bouncer waffled. "Miss, I can't roll like that when we're this busy. But, for you? Sure. Normally, I'd ask for a hundred. For you? Fifty."
Spencer watched as his mom dug into a cup of her bikini top and removed a few bills wrapped around a credit card. Breanna examined her cash and counted three Hundreds, six Twenties, and three Tens.
From the corner of her eye, the mom could see that her son was watching her. Breanna noticed that the other sizable bouncer was blocking the line. So, she closely stepped next to the seated bouncer's chair and held up one of the Hundreds. The bouncer was interested in the larger bill. He became much more interested as the bikini-clad blonde shoved her hand into his pocket to make her deposit. The bouncer lurched as he felt a warm hand wrap the hundred-dollar bill around his cock, over the lining of his pocket.
"This," Breanna explained, rubbing his shaft lightly with her thumb, "is for letting my friend in." Breanna then removed her hand. She looked back at her dumbfounded son. She then took another Hundred from her hand and made another intimate deposit. In a seductive voice, she explained, "Thisone is so that later tonight when he and I need some privacy in one of your staff rooms, you've already made sure one is unlocked for us. And these..." Breanna released her grip and returned it when she was holding all six Twenties. "These are for you to pay off whoever the hell you need to pay off to make sure that happens."
The bouncer felt the manicured fingers helping his erection grow in his dark pants. "Oh fuck... Miss, I'mma do everything I can to make sure there's a room open for ya."
"You're amazing," Breanna gushed. "And if I have the type of night I wanna have, I might even reach into your boxers to give you this last Hundred."
The infatuated bouncer nodded. "You will, Miss. I promise."
Breanna pulled her hand away and waved for Spencer to follow her to the other side of the velvet rope.
"What 'intel' do you have? What makes it the right one?" Spencer asked as they set off into the darkened city.
"It's an eighteen-and-over club, it has a lot of people, it has a coat check, private VIP areas, and even an enclosed space out back. I don't know how things will shake out because, obviously, I don't these places like I know Malcolm's. So, I think it's good to go to a place that has a ton of options."
Given his background, Spencer was humbled that his mom had outstrategized him. He guessed that while his genius shined while on a computer, his mom's shined when it came to sex.
With how much of a chaotic mess the area had become, getting an Uber seemed improbable. Besides, the weather was lovely. "It's about a 15-minute walk," Breanna informed.
They made their way down the bar district, and as expected, there were pop-culture fanatics waiting outside in long lines. When they finally stopped in front of the club Breanna had researched, Spencer remarked, "This isn't an awful wait- maybe 45 minutes."
His mom condescendingly shook her head. "You've clearly never been a hot woman." Breanna took Spencer's hand and walked him around the line on the sidewalk to where two bouncers were standing. Both of them had the reaction Breanna was hoping they would have.
Letting go of her son's hand, Breanna smiled at the two large men and got to work. "Excuse me, how long do you guys think the wait is? I'm just tryna figure out where to go tonight?" The seated bouncer, who was behind the other and guarding the entrance, enthusiastically said, "Miss, you can head right the hell in."
"Thank you so much!" Breanna chimed with well-practiced sweetness. "And my friend can come, too?"
The bouncer looked at the stunning woman's young, shirtless friend. "You can go right in, but he's gonna have to wait. There're too many dudes in here right now."
"Doesn't seem like a problem to me," Breanna joked, stroking her hair braid.
The bouncer laughed. He reached to his side and unhooked a velvet rope off its stanchion. "Sorry. He has to wait. But you can go right in."
This night had been on Breanna's mind all day. The idea of waiting for close to an hour, left with nothing to do but think about her task once she eventually got in, seemed agonizing. Breanna tilted her head and smiled. "What if I tip you?"
The bouncer waffled. "Miss, I can't roll like that when we're this busy. But, for you? Sure. Normally, I'd ask for a hundred. For you? Fifty."
Spencer watched as his mom dug into a cup of her bikini top and removed a few bills wrapped around a credit card. Breanna examined her cash and counted three Hundreds, six Twenties, and three Tens.
From the corner of her eye, the mom could see that her son was watching her. Breanna noticed that the other sizable bouncer was blocking the line. So, she closely stepped next to the seated bouncer's chair and held up one of the Hundreds. The bouncer was interested in the larger bill. He became much more interested as the bikini-clad blonde shoved her hand into his pocket to make her deposit. The bouncer lurched as he felt a warm hand wrap the hundred-dollar bill around his cock, over the lining of his pocket.
"This," Breanna explained, rubbing his shaft lightly with her thumb, "is for letting my friend in." Breanna then removed her hand. She looked back at her dumbfounded son. She then took another Hundred from her hand and made another intimate deposit. In a seductive voice, she explained, "Thisone is so that later tonight when he and I need some privacy in one of your staff rooms, you've already made sure one is unlocked for us. And these..." Breanna released her grip and returned it when she was holding all six Twenties. "These are for you to pay off whoever the hell you need to pay off to make sure that happens."
The bouncer felt the manicured fingers helping his erection grow in his dark pants. "Oh fuck... Miss, I'mma do everything I can to make sure there's a room open for ya."
"You're amazing," Breanna gushed. "And if I have the type of night I wanna have, I might even reach into your boxers to give you this last Hundred."
The infatuated bouncer nodded. "You will, Miss. I promise."
Breanna pulled her hand away and waved for Spencer to follow her to the other side of the velvet rope.
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