Go buy a pack of cigarettes

You stand up and stretch out, reaching your hands towards the fifteen foot loft ceilings. You step onto the dark wood floors towards the full-length mirror stand and inspect your body for bite marks or other reminders of the previous evening’s activities.

Turning your face each way, your bright blue eyes flare with an energy you don’t yet feel in the rest of your body. Your chiseled facial features are those envied by any top male model. And thankfully, your face is free from blemish or love mark. It’s always a pain to explain a hickie or bite mark when you’re sleeping with multiple women.

Your light brown hair is tousled from sleep, but it always seems to looks like a deliberate mess. You rarely use gel or do much with it anyway. You’re lucky that way.

You hand passes over your sculpted, lightly-haired chest and down the defined abdominals of your midsection. You reach down to the floor to grab your faded jeans, and you pull them up over your toned, muscular legs and tuck in your eight inch soft cock.

You quickly throw a white t-shirt over your head, slip on some sandals, and grab your wallet before quietly sneaking out of the apartment. It certainly wouldn't be the first time you've snuck out before a girlfriend wakes up, but you plan on returning for a quick fuck later.

Thankfully, the closest shop that sells cigarettes is just around the corner. The middle-aged black man who runs it keeps the prices at the state minimum.

You enter the store, hearing the familiar electronic tone of the door chime, and approach the counter. You're shocked to see that the slightly overweight store owner has been replaced by a nubile young beauty.

You manage to get a decent look at her, despite her being behind the counter, as she hasn't looked up from her magazine since you entered. She looks fairly tall with soft-looking chocolate brown skin. She looks barely out of high school with an athletes body. Her rich black hair is pulled into a tight ponytail, and her face looks beautiful.

A few things draw your attention. A solid silver stud juts through one nostril, and several piercings line each of her ears. "She's certainly rebelling against someone or something," you think to yourself.

From your vantage, you can see slightly down her solid white button-down shirt. Her breasts, while not large, certainly seem like small handfuls. And as you step up to the counter, you realize with satisfaction that she wearing a very tight plaid skirt.

A piercing friendly, school-girl outfitted, beautiful young black girl in a nice area of downtown? You're certain she's rebelling against someone. And, you're certain she's making your cock stiffen.

"Can I get a pack of Marlboro Lights," you ask with a sexy smile. You put your arm behind your head to scratch it, hoping she'll take notice of your flexed bicep.

Without looking up, she grabs a pack from underneath the counter. "Five eighty-five," she says in a bored voice without looking up from her magazine.