Club Endless Fantasy (Haremworld)
Holy shit. Is that the woman she was talking about? No fucking way.
I was mesmerized for a moment—no, longer than a moment. I was fucking entranced. The woman sitting at the table had long brunette hair with light auburn highlights, and emerald green eyes that were almost haunting. Just like Angelina, she didn’t look like she belonged in Hal’s Pub, nor did she look like she had ever been to the South Side of Chicago. Her black dress was expensive, and it clung to curves that made my cock start to get hard before my eyes made it further than her tits. My feet were moving before I realized I was walking, and they were carrying me straight to her table. I felt nervous and I never felt that way. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth when I finally made it to her table, but I finally managed to speak.
“Hi, I’m Joaquin.” I blinked away my confusion and tried to get ahold of myself.
“Let me guess.” The woman looked up at me with a bit of disdain on her face. “You’re about to ask me out on a date.”
A date—right. That’s what Angelina said.
“Um, yeah. Are you going to say yes?” I tilted my head to the side.
“She is.” Angelina looked up at me and then back to the woman in front of her. “Right, Gina?”
Gina—what a beautiful name. It sounds like a sigh in my head.
“Tell me why I should go out with you.” Gina leaned back and folded her arms across her chest.
“Well, I’m kind of a local celebrity. I own this bar.” I motioned to the room with my hand.
And I’m smitten—even though I just learned your name a few seconds ago.
“Oh, so you’re the owner of this dive.” Gina chuckled and nodded. “I see. Well, that is—something I guess.”
“This is my table, Joaquin. There are plenty of people at the bar who need drinks.” Amy walked over and bumped into me with her shoulder. “Ladies, is this guy bothering you?”
“Hey, I’m just talking to my customers.” I shot Amy an angry glare.
“Charlie wants to talk.” Amy pointed at the bar.
“It sounds like you’re busy.” Gina chuckled and looked at me again. “You should probably take care of your customers.”
“Yeah.” Amy nodded and pointed towards the bar again. “Back behind the bar. There will be plenty of desperate girls for you to choose from at closing time.”
“Fine.” I grunted and turned my angry glare towards Angelina. “I guess you don’t know as much as you think.”
I watched Gina for a few minutes once I returned to the bar, and it looked like she was involved in a rather heated conversation with Angelina. She was certainly beautiful, but she didn’t seem very interested. The spark was entirely one-sided. I stayed busy for nearly an hour, occasionally sneaking a look towards the table. I would have loved to stare all night, but people were thirsty, so I looked when I could. After a particularly long line of empty glasses, I glanced at the table and it was empty. My heart skipped a beat again—but that time it was because Gina was gone. At least I thought she was, until I saw her at the end of the bar, motioning towards me with her hand.
“Where’s your tip jar?” Gina leaned against the bar with her tits practically popping out of her dress when I walked over.
“You were at Amy’s table. You can leave it there and she’ll pick it up.” I pointed towards the table.
“This isn’t for Amy.” Gina held up a one-dollar bill.
“Gee, thanks—a dollar.” I took it from her and held it up. “Should I check and make sure it’s real?”
“No, but I’d recommend you look on the other side.” Gina walked towards the door before I could respond.
“The other side?” I flipped it over in my hand and my eyes nearly bulged out of my head when I saw a series of numbers written in black ink.
She gave me her phone number. Holy shit.
Chapter Three
Gina
“I gave him my number. Is that good enough?” I walked out of the bar and saw Angelina waiting for me on the sidewalk.
“It’s an important first step.” Angelina nodded and smiled. “But it’s just one step.”