The Madame

Mo Jones waited patiently at the bar. One hours, two hours. And then she showed up: Jenny. A former stripper at Gold Digger's, she now worked for the owner, Eddie, and in the part time bartended at this seedy bar on the wrong side of town. A tattooed blonde with big fake 36DDs, she was the apple in the young Black man's eyes.

"Hey Mo," she said, pouring the young man a glass of Henny.

"Hey hot stuff," Mo said, looking at her big titties in that tiny top. She rolled her eyes, but not in a displeased way.

"No dates tonight, stud?" she asked.

"Not unless you're finally ready to take me up on my offer," he said, patting his crotch.

"Mo ..." Jenny said, sighing. "I've got skeletons in my closet. And I don't need some young big-dicked stud who can't accept my skeletons. If you want to take me out, fine. But you ain't getting pussy unless you can show me you're willing to accept all me."

The way she phrased it flustered Mo. But he wanted nothing other than a horny older stripper at his beck and call.

"Deal. I'll do what it takes."