" It's okay man, I do know what's happening to you. You're gay. You wereborn to get fucked, and fucked good. I've never seen anyone take cock likeyou.... He said softly as he looked me straight in the eye. "You're gonnaneed to get fucked now, but I can't be dickin' you down everyday, you knowwhat I'm sayin'?"It wasn't a conscious thought in my mind, but the implications of his wordswere understood deep down in my soul; I was gay, I needed to get fucked andhe was being non-committal about seeing. As I waited for the bartender a woman who had been dancing with her friends sat down next to me. She was mid 40s beautiful dark eyes and auburn hair.She was wearing a black pencil skirt that came down about three inches above her knees with a cream color blouse that at this point was un-tucked. she was also wearing stockings with a seam than ran tantalizingly down the back. As she fanned herself her smile widened and her eyes locked with mine. she had caught my eyes following the lace outline. She was wearing a short pink miniskirt, with a tight black tank top I’d never seen before. The only thing I recognized were the platform high heels.“Geez, sweetie, what kind of party is this?”“Oh, just Jerome and a few of his friends. He said we’d like them a lot.” She smiled sweetly at me.The place turned out to be a private club downtown. Jerome must have reserved it for the evening. Jerome was there with five of his friends, all male and all black. This concerned me a bit as a looked around. Afterwards the bass player of the band, a pretty blonde girl namedGemma, came over to me. She had a beautiful face and was dressed in aleather skirt and gorgeous red boots. "That was totally unexpected," shesmiled as the keyboard player, a slim girl in a short leather skirt,joined us. Her name was Lila, she came from the USA and she knewliterally everything about music.We complimented each other on our outfits and we started talking aboutmusic, clothes and living in London. Somehow they gave me.