Date Night at the bar
I met with you to finally let you take me shopping. You never get to be seen with me in public, this is a big day for you. You help me pick put an entire "Night Out" outfit, from the little black dress to the wine-red matching lingerie set, to the sweet scent of Black Opium that surrounds my aura. After I finally get my ensemble together, you find yourself staring at me. The light of your mostly pathetic and boring life. How did you become so blessed? How could you dare to tell me "No." When I turn to tell you that you're taking me to a bar this evening. How could you say no when such tender lips work so hard to just speak with you? You know you've spent so much money on me already, but of course when Madam says "Let's go" you say nothing and hold her bags.
We finally get to the bar, and you think to yourself how lucky you are, what could you have done to deserve such the luxury of being on a date with the most beautiful woman you've laid eyes on? Just when you think nothing could get in between you and this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, that's when you see him. Tall, fit, stunningly handsome, and most importantly, obviously packing a huge cock. You can feel the confidence and power radiating off of him as he walks through you, making his way to me. You have never felt more weak than in the presence of such power in a couple.
He finds his seat next to me, sliding his hand across my lap, caressing such tender spots of my body with his strong hand that you have only had the chance to fantasize about in your alone time like a pathic little beta. You have to be a good sport and feel like part of the team, so you start buying us rounds, hoping I'll notice you. But of course, why would I? The more I drank the more I found myself clinging to Alpha until finally, I couldn't stop myself from making out with Alpha right in front of you. Careless of your existence, I grind up against this big, hung man. It’s obviously very much time to go, I finally lean over, and kiss your sweet cheek, and thank you for the drinks. Your tiny little cock twitches as you see Alpha grab my ass as we walk to the door to leave, and again as you begin to imagine all the filthy things I got into that evening while you stayed home alone jerking off your cock like a needy little cuck. Through all the humiliation about never being able to bring my pussy such a sweet ecstasy, you find yourself sending me a text.
"I had a wonderful time tonight Mommy, thank you. Is there anything that I can get you...or Alpha?"
