Chapter one: How I Met Joshua

Cassie

I'm lying on my bed in my room with nothing to do because I've already finished my college work. I decided to open my WhatsApp to see who had sent me messages. Furthermore, I saw a lot of requests from guys—college friends of mine asking me on a date, others pretending to be my friends—but I knew what they all wanted from me: fuck me. I also laughed to myself. I wasn't complaining; I liked to go out occasionally to have fun and roll around on some man's dick, but today I didn't feel like it. Likewise, I did these things looking for fun or maybe something more, but none of those guys could really satisfy me; they couldn't satisfy me sexually like I wanted; they seemed too rushed and inexperienced. They came within the first five minutes, and I never reached my orgasm, which I didn't appreciate. So I decided to ignore their requests and talk to my best friend, Beckie, via text.

Cassie: Hi, friend. What are you doing?

Beckie: Hi, kitten. It's 9:00 p.m. on Saturday. What would I be doing more of?

Cassie: Are you getting ready for the night? laughing emoji

Beckie: Sure, I'll make some money while having fun. You should do the same.

Cassie: Oh, Becks, I really don't feel like it today, you know. I never find a guy who satisfies me.

Beckie: I know, but maybe today is your lucky day?! Come please. Be my friend and join me at the club tonight.

Cassie: Um, okay. But if I don't like it, I'll come home even if you don't want to, okay?

Beckie: Yuppie! Okay. I'll stop in your house, see you later.

Cassie: Okay, bye.

I turned off the phone and rolled over on my bed. Only Beckie had to talk me out of it when I didn't want to. I get out of bed and take a quick shower to get ready. After the shower, I decided to wear a short, skin-tight dress that had a silvery sheen. The dress showed a good part of my hard and round breasts; it also left my back exposed, and it was tight on the buttocks, drawing my buttocks well. I decided to wear some black high-heeled shoes and a black purse. I had beautiful makeup on my face and a dark red lipstick on my lips. My hair was brown with light ends; it fell over my shoulders to the middle of my back. When I looked in the mirror, I felt beautiful and wonderful. I liked what I saw in the mirror. It didn't take long for Beckie to ring the doorbell of my simple apartment in Chicago. I was living alone because my college was far from my parents' house, so they were paying for this apartment for me that I shared with my pet, my little dog Kittie.

"Hey bestie." I said, smiling. As soon as I opened the door for her, she looked up at me with wide and playful eyes.

"Wou, Cassie. You look like hell." I laughed at that, and we hugged.

"Are your eyes." She was wearing a cropped top and a tiny skirt that was see-through, showing the thong she was wearing inside the skirt, short black hair, and a rather flashy makeup on her face, all along with heeled boots and a shoulder bag. She was killing it. "You look hot, too."

"We're perfect for being male food today." She said this, wiggling her ass at me, and we both laughed. My friend was very naughty.

"That's it! Now let's go." I said, already leaving through the door, and she's coming after me. We were very excited about the night that awaited us.

The club was called The Night Sins, and it was a club that Beckie always went to; she kind of knew all the staff there, and the club was very popular in that part of town. As soon as we got out of the taxi, I was disheartened when I saw that the queue to enter the club was quite long. I bit my lip in frustration and looked at the entrance door to the club's VIP area. There wasn't a long line there; people parked their branded cars and entered the club by walking down the red carpet to the entrance. They looked so haughty and well-dressed that a desire to be there passed me by.

"That's called the injustice of life." Beckie said that when she noticed where I was looking, she hugged me by the shoulder and sighed. "It's amazing how their lives are so easy compared to ours, but you know we can take advantage of the situation, right?" She took me by the hand and led me towards the entrance to the club's VIP area.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I asked reluctantly. We didn't have money to pay for that entry.

"I am guaranteed our justice." She laughed similarly, and I shook my head. Beckie took me to the entrance. We were passing by the red carpet, and my feet even shook with the feeling that I was there. Her plan was that the doorman would think that we were rich, like all the people passing by that carpet heading towards the VIP gate. A couple embraced and passed through the door without the doorman saying anything. I was confident that in our turn he wouldn't stop us either, but the man blocked our way, to our chagrin.

"Where do you bitches think you are going?" He spoke rudely. The man was a giant black man who looked at us with an unfriendly expression. Beckie laughed to lighten the situation.

"It's just… We came with a friend of ours, you know. He must have already entered…" Both I and she were shaking with fear.

"Then call him to see if he's really in there." The porter spoke grimly.

"No need to call; they're with me." We heard a man's voice behind us; I turned to see who it was, and I was static with what I saw: he was tall and strong, with tanned skin and defined muscles; his eyes were clear and striking; his beard was well trimmed and somewhat clear; he was looking at me too, and his lips parted into a beautiful, inviting smile. He wore a modern, sophisticated, tailored suit that drew attention to the regions that mattered. As I looked at him for that second, I couldn't help but feel a twinge in my groin that slowly spread throughout my entire body until I was shaking with excitement… He was definitely the sexiest man I had ever seen in my entire life.