At twenty-three I’d accomplished my goal. After a five-year grind—four to get my degree plus an internship to satisfy all requirements—I was a fully licensed CPA.I was ready to celebrate.Having been raised in the Catholic Church, I’d experienced the full indoctrination. I was the quintessential good Catholic girl. I did stray a bit. Lost my virginity at twenty—that was a hard bridge to cross—with a few boyfriends here and there. My no first or second date sex rule probably hindered that a bit. As did not doing oral sex. I was a rule follower. Father Donovan scared the bejesus out of me—Hell was waiting.That was all past. Tonight was my night to leave it all behind. To çankaya escort experience what my desires commanded—fucking a BBC. I know I’d watched too much porn, but I was hooked. I wanted what I wanted. Word was I could find it at the Black Knight’s Club. That’s where I was headed.Before I’d turned off the engine I heard the pounding beat of the music. The decaying siding on the old ramshackle building seemed to vibrate. Colored lights flashed out of the entrance as I approached. Terrified but undaunted, I took a deep breath and entered the unknown.Facing a U-shaped bar, there were people dancing and mingling on keçiören escort all sides. The DJ, on a raised platform, was just visible, headphones bouncing on her head as she moved to the music. Most everyone was black. There were a few white women—soon to be one more.A few more steps and I was in the crowd, jostling my way to the bar. Obviously, I’d not made a mistake with my mini skirt and short, braless, camisole. Most of the women were showing even more skin.The bartender laughed when I ordered a Chardonnay. “Charlie,” a voice next to me said, “get the lady a Margarita and me a beer.” Then turning to me he etimesgut escort said, “You do like Margaritas, right?”“Oh, yes, thanks, ah…”“Nate, I’m Nate, your host for the evening. And you’re?”“Mary.”“You one fine lookin’ woman Mary. If you looking for a good time you came to the right place. Best damn dance club in town.”“Well, it certainly is a lively crowd, and great music—such a driving beat.” Even though I was extremely nervous, I felt the heat rising between my legs as my anticipation intensified.The drinks arrived. Nate handed me mine. “Would you like to move around some? Sort of get the lay of the land, so to speak.”“Sure! Lead on MacDuff.”“Who’s MacDuff? I’m Nate. Remember?”Laughing to myself, I said, “Just an expression Nate. I’d love you to show me around.” Off we went.The old wooden floor was warped in a few places, creaking in others, but obviously could take a pounding. People danced with abandon. Somebody slapped my ass as we were walking. I whipped around but had no idea who it was.