" My heart sank, suddenly there was a lead weight in my guts."Ah the interviews were at Snippers, sorry, the position is filled, leave your number an... we will be in touch if a new opportunity arises." she rang off."Its the wrong fucking girl." I said to Jose, "You said it was her." Well right time, right hair, you checked her ID." he explained. "Fuck man, you did check her ID."I shook my head, "I thought you checked the pictures." No man, we're fucked." he confirmed."Wing it, by the time she's. “Oh, I’m sorry. You see that’s… my shoe.” she says dropping her head in embarrassment. She then hears the tall guy sniffing louder than ever.She looks up with a confused look and her eyes widen with what she sees next. The guy has his nose buried deep in her shoe taking big whiffs after whiffs. The guy looks likes he’s entranced while Chloe looks puzzled and creeped out. Chloe begins to mutter with a soft and concerned voice, “Hey, wha- what are you doing?” The guy pulls away the shoe from his. He hammered his shots extra hard, trying to impress the girls in the gallery. None of it mattered. I won the first game, and both of the subsequent ‘rematches’. He got more and more frustrated, and even hit me with his racket – accidentally, of course. He showered and left after the game, claiming that he couldn’t stay. That was fine with me. I took the girls for a coffee. – ‘You were good.’ said Abigail. ‘Did you do that for me?’ – ‘You seemed to be enjoying yourself.’ added Christina. –. As the bus started moving I could feel a hand touching my ass cheeks. As I turned to see, I discovered it was that black lady. I put her hand away discreetly, but she insisted, putting put it again and squeezing my ass. I stared at her in the eye and she smiled…She even rubbed my crotch, making me get hard in seconds…I moaned closing my eyes, as I heard her giggling quietly.The bus stopped and then she moved her hand from my crotch to my butt. She pushed hard between my ass cheeks and I felt.