“Holy shit, it’s Decker Steele,” exclaimed a female voice from somewhere behind me. I turned just in time to see a tall brunette in a red dress that clung to her body like a second skin. Her eyes had lowered to half-mast as she approached me with a seductive sway to her hips. She wore heels which made her already long legs look even longer. She had that all too common beauty that I had grown tired of a long time ago. “You,” she pointed at me, “have the prettiest dick I have ever seen.”
Shit. I mentally groaned. This girl was going to ruin my buzz, and I seriously hated it when people referred to my dick as pretty. Pretty was for girls, I had a manly dick, even if it didn’t work reliably anymore. Words like huge, thick, powerful, immense, or monster came to mind. I found myself grinning, yeah, I had one hell of a monster dick. A surprised splutter of laughter at my side dragged my attention away from thoughts of my traitorous member and back to the situation at hand. I cast a sideways glance to Andi whose look was caught somewhere between disbelief and shock.
The brunette leaned forward, giving me a spectacular view of her tits. She whispered in my ear, “Decker Steele, it would be my honor to suck your pretty cock.” Her words did nothing for me. Girls whispered that and more in my ear on a regular basis, and recently my dick had become focused on one girl only.
“Baby, you promised me a dance,” came Andi’s slightly slurred voice from beside me. “Scuse me,” she said, standing, using her hip to bump the seductress aside.
Andi was much smaller than the heeled beauty before me, but she wasn’t at all intimidated. She looked like a possessive little temptress, and my dick began to harden with appreciation. Yep, my cock had marked Andi as his, and although my heart and head continued to deny it, I had to admit that she made me feel more alive than I had felt in years. The brunette cast Andi a disdainful look that made me visibly wince.
“Excuse me Elly May, but we’re having a conversation here.”
Andi rolled her eyes and waved her hand in the air. “See,” she exclaimed, staring at me with impatience, “even she could come up with something more original than country.” The brunette tried to move Andi aside, but my little defiant woman refused to be swayed. “And, there is no conversation going on here. For a conversation to take place, it requires more than one party, and if you hadn’t noticed, Decker hasn’t opened his mouth.” Andi’s brow furrowed as she leaned in towards the woman, scrutinizing her face to the point where the brunette took a small step back. “You’ve got desperation written all over you.” She waved her finger in front of the woman’s face. “You really should do something about that.”
“Actually,” purred the brunette, steeling her composure, “we were just going to take this conversation somewhere a little more private.” She glanced in my direction, the promise of whatever I wanted there for the taking in her smile. I didn’t attempt to move; I had no intention of going anywhere with her.
“Wow, I’m not sure what exactly is wrong with your brain, but I wager it’s hard to pronounce,” exclaimed Andi. “I’m betting she wouldn’t even have the sense to spit downwind.” Her eyes were on mine as she nodded towards the woman who now looked horrified.
“Come on, baby, take me out on that dance floor and blow my mind,” murmured Andi, reaching for my hand that I didn’t hesitate to grab hold of.