روايات وقصص ضمن Gentlemen Prefer Blondes

Inside was a lot of women spinning on poles. “Lorenzo!” A busty blonde came up to his side and started rubbing her breasts all over him followed by 3 redheads. “I already called ahead with your preferences. Enjoy yourselves boys.” He waved at us and took off with the blonde and also a brunette. I looked at the three red heads in front of me. This was freaky more than anything.

“I need a new hottie, dude!” I said, rolling my eyes at him, while he grins widely at me. “Well, I have got some hotties for y'a! You wanna see them?” “Please…no blondes!” I spoke up quickly, which made him narrow his eyes at me. "Something else is going on with you?". “You know what?" I have someone in mind already!" I smirk at him. "Who?”

Audrey replied vaguely. Gillian was all too aware of how her mistress felt about that particular gentleman. He was a fine man with green eyes and sun-kissed blond hair. Gillian supposed he was attractive, but he never made her feel the way she'd heard women ought to feel around a man they fancied.

The first person I see the minute I step inside the club is Keiran. He's a bartender, works the bar frequently and he's my very good friend. Keiran is hot. Short blonde hair, one sleeve tattoo on his left arm. He's pretty tall, not that tall and he's attractive. He's literally the ladies' man. Most female customers who drink by the bar every other night always flirt with Keiran and drop him a lot of tips. He's beautiful to the eye and you just can't ignore him even if you try.

“Why did you choose Mia Weller as your preferred date? Any particular reason?” “Umm… yes, actually,” I answered truthfully, tucking a strand of red hair behind my ear. “I feel that Mia and I have a lot in common, personality wise we’re the same, reserved at first but when we make friends, we’ll do anything for them. We have similar tastes in men, too, handsome and the alpha kind.” “Is that why most of your male leads are blond?” A girl of about sixteen or seventeen years old asked from the audience, a knowing grin stretched across her face.

Not because of what she said, but because of how they’ve been treating me. “Blondes are what most men are into. I’m sure he’s no different.” My hair was dark brown that reached my midwaist. The audacity of this woman. “A mistress doesn’t sound so bad.” Her irritating smile made my blood boil. One thing I hate in the world is disrespect.

Audrey adjusted the search results and found another page that had longer movies featuring blonde women. "What do you like, Audrey?" James felt he had to ask. "I like big dick scenes." James coughed, surprised by her directness. He smiled soon after getting over his shock, knowing that he was well-endowed himself. Before he could say anything in response, Audrey had selected a video with a petite, young blonde and a well-hung man with brown hair. She pressed play, then returned to her position with her head on her father's chest and her arm across his stomach.

“Complete vanilla. First time in a place like this.” Reed raised an eyebrow. “You hired vanilla?” “They’re competent. Glowing references. And after the mess with the last girls… a little innocence might actually be good for business.” From my seat I had a perfect view of them. The brunette was pretty. The blonde? She demanded attention without trying. “I’m telling you,” Atlas went on, “they’re magnets. Especially the blonde. Juliet.” “Which one’s Juliet?” Reed asked. “The blonde.” Atlas’s grin widened. “Polite. Obedient. ‘Sir’ rolls off her tongue like she was born saying it.”

he responded, keeping his hands on the table. She gyrated on him now, so slow and sexy, but his cock didn’t so much as twitch. Yeah, he liked blondes, but he didn’t like one-night-stands. The one small victory that he’d managed to claim and hold onto in these nightmare eight months was that he hadn’t had sex with any of the women who got passed around the club like goddamn bottles of ketchup.