Blue Diamonds - Chp 7
To start at the beginning go to: https://todaysurvey.today/quick-edit/blue-diamonds-chp-1 Chapter 7 Separating the downstairs bathrooms from the rest of the establishment was a very narrow corridor, it’s nicotine and grime smeared surfaces adorned by pictures of movie and music celebrities from past and present. Elvis Presley in bespangled sunglasses, darkly slicked back hair so smooth it appeared plastic, smiled beatifically across at a black and white Marilyn Monroe holding down the front of her dress as air currents tried to reveal what Joe DiMagio was so familiar with. Next to Marilyn, occupying his own frame while radiating a charisma that made the actor seem like the king of all he looked upon, Humphrey Bogart regarded the urine smelling corridor with a bemused expression as if the goings on of the drinking public were of no mind to someone so focused. The corridor itself was so narrow that only one person could traverse the confining space at a time. When Julie and Eric exited their respective bathrooms at the same time, the two collided under the bemused gaze of the Big Bopper. Eric, blood singing after getting his own snowy fix, looked down at the glossy brown-haired girl and smiled - his penis stirring in turgid response to the breasts bobbing so invitingly by his own chest. He had never thought to be this close to another girl while at the same club as his on again off again girlfriend, Pam. Admittedly, Pam was a hot piece of ass, but this little girl was so soft it made Eric hard with want. Eric’s hand, seemingly of its own volition, went automatically to the girl’s hip. “So, tell me now lovely, how do you like the music?” he said, neck tilting to the right as he took in the luscious swell of perfect breasts. His hand cradled the curve of a thigh, just grazing a piece of buttock, then slowly inched its way up, brushing against the soft swell of the girl’s breast, before cradling her head in his hand. Flustered and unsure, Julie looked up and recognition hit him. Eric’s smile faltered a fraction, until something caught his eye and an outrageous idea came to mind. “Why hello there, Julie. You have something there,” he said pointing. “Do you mind if I get that for you?”
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