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The Best Friends Club

Copyright© 2020 by Black Heart

Chapter 1

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Nerdy guys who have trouble attracting the opposite sex create a new method of finding girl friends.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Blackmail   NonConsensual   Reluctant   Heterosexual   Fiction   MaleDom   Cream Pie   Exhibitionism  

The night club was popular, trendy and considered a must to visit by chic young professionals. It was busy most evenings with after work drop-ins but since it was Friday night with a work free weekend looming, it was full to capacity.

The luckiest customers were those who had arrived earliest and staked their claims to tables or booths. The next luckiest were sitting on high stools that lined a huge, glass bar and finally there were the late comers who were standing around waist high tables that circled the outer perimeter. These unfortunates sipped drinks and munched on peanuts while their eyes continually swept through the interior. Most were hoping to spot somebody leaving a booth or table in time to seize their seat and settle down for the long haul.

Among the luckiest were the four males who occupied what was considered a choice booth because it was located along a wall close enough to the bar to get good service from the busy waitresses. They were also enjoying its second advantage. The foursome started on their second round of drinks and continued to ogle the constant parade of females who strolled by their booth.

“Oh, my god, did you see the bod on that one,” exclaimed Jeremy Slater, The overweight, ungainly mail room clerk for a bank swilled back his drink, wiped his mouth with his shirt sleeve and pointed at a stunning brunette with a twist of his head. She either had no idea the sight she presented to the leering guys or didn’t care. Jeremy’s eyes fastened first on the dangling boobs that jiggled enticingly in her loose top with every word she spoke. Then they moved on to her tight ass which was encased in a pair of expensive designer jeans that seemed molded to her body.

Immediately Billy Carver, whose small frame allowed him to squeeze into the bench seat next to the bulk of his friend, turned. His eyes raked up and down the woman’s body with his eyes narrowed in concentration. Finally, he announced. “Yeah, Jeremy’s may have something but I think he’s getting carried away ‘cuz I’d give her only a six, possibly seven, that’s it. Sorry bud but you’re not even close, so no cigar yet.

Jack Mason, an African American who was only slightly taller than Billy’s five foot four inch frame, finished his appraisal of the brunette and turned to his friends. “Sorry Jeremy but I have to agree with Billy. She’s good but definitely no more than a six.”

“Me too,” announced the fourth guy. Ian Towell, tall, so skinny he looked like a bean pole. His beady eyes gleamed in appraisal from a pimple covered face. He gave his rating. “For me, six at best and guess what? That means ‘cuz your pick is the lowest so far you’re buying the next round.”

“What? “Jeremy roared, his voice so loud it carried for a few tables despite the deafening crowd. “That’s not fair, she’s damn near perfect and you guys know it but you ganged up on me, didn’t you?”

His accusation quickly brought strident protests and loud laughter from his three friends.
“Go ahead, take another look, you’ll see she’s way above six,” Jeremy urged.

‘His friends shook their heads and Billy Carver said. “Nope, decision’s been made by a clear majority vote and you lost which means you gotta buy the next round.”

“Take another look god damn it,” Jeremy demanded. This time his voice was so loud it caught the attention of those seated at nearby tables. Even the hot looking brunette turned, looked and caught the foursome ogling her. She saw the way their eyes were popping out of their heads, with their mouths agape, and drooling tongues hanging out so they almost touched the table top.

“What the fuck,” she screamed. Her eyes blazed with anger and a scowl marred her pretty face. “You fucking perverts keep your eyes in your head. I catch you looking at me like that again I’ll call the bouncers and have you thrown out.”
When a couple of her male friends started eyeing them, looking like they’d like to help the bouncers the foursome cringed and suddenly lost interest in their sick game. They huddled together around their table and concentrated on their drinks, not daring to even sneak a quick peek at even the best looking women.

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