Layla Kayleigh

She was sitting at the end of the bar. Slouched over the top of the bar, sipping at her drink. I'd seen her from somewhere before. Some TV show...... oh yeah, that TV channel, G4.

Man, what a beautiful woman. The tremendous chest of her's was practically being squeezed out of her v-neck tight, black, curve fitting dress. Her breasts really looked huge, especially on the shorter frame of her's. She had dark brown hair that went about mid-way down her back. An middle-eastern skin tone and a gorgeous face.

I saw a guy come up to her, "damn, missed my chance", I thought. They talked, and the guy looked disappointed as he walked away soon after. I quickly walked up to her.

She turned to me, and smiled.

"Hey", I said.

She bit her lower lip, "Name's Layla", she said with an obvious British accent.

"John"

"So, John , how'd you like to fuck me?" she asked as if it were nothing

I couldn't find anything to say. "Is she joking?" I thought to myself.

"Look, I've had a lot of pressure lately. I got a deal to host my own show on G4TV, I'm gonna have a big movie role, I need to have some fun. You're good looking and, obviously, since you can't go 5 seconds without undressing me with you're eyes, you wanna have sex. You can fuck me as long as you agree to do whatever I say. I'm the kind of girl that likes to be in control. So, you wanna fuck?"

5 seconds passed... "Ok"

She had already payed her drink off and was getting up, "I figured. My car is right up front. We'll go to my place."