Passing gloved doormen hailing cabs in front of opulent hotels; they drove by Madison Avenue's toniest shopping precinct until pulling to the curb in ...ront of a nondescript building on 92nd Street that happened to be the most private club in the city.The chauffeur quickly opened the door and the "Mystery man" and his beautiful companion stepped out of the limousine and walked briskly to the entrance of the club. The door opened automatically, and they entered. A short, pudgy, but elegant man in. I was out celebrating with my friends because I had been drafted in the first round of the Major League Baseball Amateur draft (courtesy of my ninety-eight mile an hour fastball, “plus breaking stuff” and a developing change-up). When I saw her, my jaw dropped. She was in the bar part of the restaurant and she was crying. Despite her demeanor, she was more lovely than I had remembered her since I had seen her almost a year ago.She brightened when she saw me (as she was always very affectionate. ”Jake was paralysed.“You have read it haven’t you Jake?” Lady Bridget had a raised eyebrow and what could only be described as a smirk on her face.Brigitte was holding her napkin to her mouth in an obvious attempt to stifle giggles.“Should you be asking that Bridget. It is private you know,” Lady Clevedon intervened.“Nnnn ... No!” Jake stuttered. “No, I ... I haven’t had time.” his forkful of food still hovering just short of his mouth.“You appear to be causing Mr White some discomfort,”. .and this time she gave me that look man in her car and I couldn’t control my dick thoughts. I told her imma go home and I’ll come by tonight she hugged me for about a minute I held on to her and right before I let her go I slapped her ass. We was standing right by her job. Did that so later on that night and after she’s high she lays her head on my lap...it was the horniest I’ve ever been. I mean blood was rushing everywhere. So i played it cool and didn’t do anything I could tell she was.