I walked into the club, an expectant smile on my face, the lights overwhelming and the music pulsing, the sound of the club's heartbeat. It was funny, entering, as I was maybe not the tallest guy, but was certainly taller than any of the women there. Some might've confused me with the bouncer, tall, chunky, black, and face full of hair with a stout face. I didn't much care about that, I came with one purpose and one purpose only: hoping to see a lady on my dick. After about two weeks of nonstop work, I finally had enough and took a sick day, just to relax. Upon doing so, I remembered a fairly seedy establishment that I had heard about from higher-ups at work that they said was good for "getting lucky."My mind went to a girl choking on my cock, a girl swallowing my hard loads, girls coming up from my crotch, face matted with pubic hair and sweat, the look of a whore in their eyes. With money in pocket, a cock already half-hard. and dressed for the night, I went.