Ginger Glistens: A One Night Stand
Explicit Erotic Tale
The fellas and I are posted up in the VIP at Club Z, the hottest nightclub in Washington, DC. We are celebrating the end of a record-breaking month at Rosenthal Honda.
For the past hour, we’ve been popping pills and bottles. I see her walking towards our section and my heart skips a beat.
The British Bombshell is the General Manager’s daughter Ginger. The bonnie is so fine that I would gladly drink her grandmum’s bath water for just a peak of her alluring naked body.
Think of Baby Spice from the Spice Girls with bigger boobies and booty. Our eyes meet and when she smiles, it’s as though we are the only patrons in the club.
Ginger glistens under the strobe lighting. Her shoulder-length platinum blonde locks, tan skin, and piercing baby blues make everyone take notice.
The sexy siren’s outstanding outfit is cut out to perfection around her voluptuously splendid body.
Our dealership has a no-fraternization policy that’s newly implemented upon the Princess’s arrival.
As far as the no-fraternization policy I prescribe the motto of tis better to ask for forgiveness than permission.
But I digress.
