Obsession

For Aaron, it was much the opposite. He was too in the moment. His obsession was older. She was Black. She worked at a seedy strip club. She had big natural tits, and an ass that was probably perfect back in the day, but the years had made it plump and fat. It may have been too big for a lot of white boys, but for Aaron, he dreamed of it. So he saved. And he saved. And he saved some more.

"Hey sexy," Aaron said, smiling sweetly at Shanequa. She smiled back.

"Hey there, baby. Your usual?" Aaron nodded and Shanequa poured him a gin and tonic. He drank it immediately, steeling his nerves.

"So what say we ... you know. Have some fun?" Aaron asked, stammering, suddenly sweaty. She chuckled, almost a hoarse sound.

"Baby, you can't afford me," she said. She told him that everytime he built up the courage to ask. But this time he was ready. He pulled out an envelope thick with cash. She looked at it, her eyes widening.

She tugged him closer to her by the time, and whispered into his ear. She smelled of strong perfume. She tucked his money into his slacks.

"Bring this back next week, and we'll play, cracker."