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Bimbo Bombshell - Chapters 1-2-3

Bimbo Bombshell - Chapter One: Singled Out!


Even though it was Friday, the bar wasn't particularly crowded that night. I never knew what hit me. This Gorgeous Blonde bombshell, starts flirting with me right a my table.

I found myself wondering why this glamorous beauty, had chosen me. I wasn't dressed particularly special or even nice, really. Just jeans and t-shirt with my favorite comfortable flannel shirt over that, just in case it got chilly later.

Could it be my singing? It was Karaoke Night after all, and I'm not one to brag, but when I do my thing people notice. I've been singing with local bands around the area most of my adult life.

Girls have always seemed to like singers, so it wasn't uncommon for me to be taking something fresh home almost the every time we played a gig. Hell, chicks were the main reason I started playing ln bands anyway. Ask any musician, they'll tell you.

Maybe it was the fact that I was the only guy in the place who was there alone. The rest of the patrons were either paired up with their significant other, or grouped up with friends they came in with, so I was the only solo target left that was available for the taking.

Looking back now, one thing was very clear to everyone in the place. (I say this knowing full well that every head turned when she walked in the door.) This girl was WAY out of my league. In fact, you could argue that this Hottie would have been out of Anyone's league. The picture on this woman's social media profile probably had a caption underneath that said, "Move Along, This Is Not For You!"

Profile warning or not, I don't think any man on the planet could have resisted the advances of this woman that "yours truly" was passionately kissing now!

She knew how to use her charms, for sure. It was as if she were simply choosing a random glass of champagne from a full tray offered up by the wait staff.

She quietly strolled up to my small table and stood right beside me. Her body pressed against my side like someone would do, only with someone whom they had already been intimate with. As I mentioned before, the club was far from being busy that night. It surely wasn't a case of mistaken identity, or a lack of tables around me. There were plenty of empty tables in all directions.

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