Opposite the door was a small TV screen next to a panel with a series of numbered buttons and a slot for the tokens to go in. Surprisingly, there was ...also a shelf with a large box of tissues and basket of trial-sized lubes of various brands. Sandy laughed at the apparent merchandising and wondered if the store saw an increase in lube sales after a big night in the video booths. A small wastebasket in the corner that was half filled with tissues was the only other attempt at décor in the warm. That’s why they’re tropes. I fling the door open with a welcoming smile, positioning myself to be prominently visible through the doorway, I want him to be pleased by what he sees. It’s not a trope. It’s a tall, handsome man dressed in a white polo shirt and white pressed slacks, all contrasting beautifully with the blackest skin I’ve ever seen.“Hello, Beautiful,” he greets me in that deep, melodic, very manly voice. That voice. Of course, it’s Henri, the chef and owner of The Taino. I. Your hand runs through my hair, sending shivers down my spine. I bring my hands up to the hem of your dress and start lifting it up. Letting my fingers trace gently over your body as I go. I pull back from kissing you just long enough to pull it over your head. As it drops to the floor, I start kissing your neck and your shoulders, slowly following your bra strap down to your breasts. I lean down and, through the lacy material, blow my warm breath onto your nipple. As I warm it up, a soft. Tammy was soon milking away and thinking of Bray. “Bray?”“Yes, Tammy?”“I, um, well, shit!” she said and went quiet for a minute. “I just don’t see why you want me. Ask anyone I’m a queen bitch, faster with a put-down than a smile. I’m sure you have heard them talk about me. I’m one screwed-up woman. Surely you could have just about any girl? You’re a sexy guy, funny and very charming.”“Thank you for the compliments,” Bray flashed a smile at her and then went serious. “Actually, that’s part of.