Icing On The Cake

I live in Las Vegas. This town is full of hot chicks. One night, I went out with my friends on the strip. I saw the most beautiful, sexy, hot chick I have ever seen. She was the bartender, around forty years old, and looked like Michelle Pfeiffer but hotter. I talked to her for a while, and she was really friendly. So, I asked her if she would go out with me. At first she laughed and said she had a boyfriend. So, I kept talking, and finally she said she would meet me for a drink. My friends couldn't believe it. We met at this bar and start talking. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She asked me if I liked what I saw, and I said yes. She took my hand, put it on her chest, and started rubbing. Damn, was she hot! Well, we took it outside to the parking lot, went into her van, and did it right there. I couldn't believe my luck. She could not get enough and wore me out. We got together a few times after that, and I came to find out she was married and had a boyfriend at the same time. I guess I was just the icing on a three-layer cake.

— Lazarus, 23