Free The Tragic Flaw by Che Parker

martini as the mark follows her with his obscured eyes. His loss of concentration is costly, and his opponent scores a crucial last-second touchdown. Game over.
    â€œFuck,” he yells as he tosses the headpiece to the carpeted floor. Disappointed, but not too, he slides over to the bar and stands next to Olivia, who turns away from him as if no longer interested.
    Boom, boom, boom, boom. She’s nonchalant and scopes the room, dismissing his presence.
    â€œThat’s fucked up,” the guy says. His skin is ink rich.
    â€œPardon me?” Olivia sassily inquires, batting her long eyelashes.
    â€œYou all in my grill and l lose five-hundred dollars,” he spits. One arm rests on the bar as he leans on it. His breath smells of beer and vodka. Olivia is silent.
    â€œYou wrong for that,” he tells her.
    â€œOh really?” she responds as she sips her drink. Boom, boom, boom, boom , the techno bass is nonstop. “You can’t stay focused?”
    He grins. “I’m focused now, and that’s real talk.” They begin eyeballing each other, making bedroom eyes.
    â€œWell, I got something worth more than five-hundred dollars,” Olivia explains, playing her ace. “And you’ll never be the same afterward.”
    â€œOh yeah?” the man asks as he strokes his face. The motion causes the short sleeve on his sweater to shrink, revealing the ominous name, V-Dog. “Well, I’m broke now, so can I put it on layaway?”
    Olivia laughs, then downs her drink. She takes him by the hand and leads him through the jabbering crowd and past the champagne buyer who has watched their entire exchange in gut-wrenching disgust.
    They reach a unisex bathroom and upon locking the door behind them, begin ferociously kissing as if there’s no tomorrow. Olivia’s beauty is irresistible, and V-Dog’s ego shoots through the roof.
    She loosens his silver belt buckle as he removes her mink and tosses it on the counter. His pants drop to the floor. His manhood is erect. Their tongues dance in each other’s mouths. Up and down, side to side, lips smacking. V-Dog squeezes her firm breasts and she moans in pleasure.
    Eager to have him inside her, Olivia eases her tight black dress up to her hips. V-Dog becomes profoundly horny when he sees she is panty-less, shaven, and soaking wet. Boom, boom, boom, boom.
    Without even considering stopping to grab a condom, V-Dog inserts himself into Olivia’s hot vagina. She sits on the sink and wraps her gorgeous legs around his waist as he thrusts in and out with powerful strokes. She screams in ecstasy. Her tight love embraces his thickness.
    â€œFuck me! Fuck me!” she insists, squeezing him close with both arms and legs.
    â€œYou like that? You like that?” V-Dog asks as he breaks into a sweat. He thrusts and thrusts.
    He pounds her over and over again. His facial expressions show unmistakable lust. Olivia moans again. The pleasure of pain is so good. A few moments later, V-Dog releases his fluids inside her, and lets out a loud groan.
    â€œOh yea, baby, let it go,” Olivia demands as she begins to rub his face.
    V-Dog completes his act, and removes his penis from inside her. Olivia immediately turns to the sinks and begins to wash herself. V-Dog wipes his sweat with a paper towel, and pulls his boxers up followed by his slacks.
    Olivia puts on her mink and fixes her hair and checks her makeup. Flawless. The good stuff doesn’t run. V-Dog tucks in his shirt and fastens his belt. He feels like the luckiest dude on Earth.
    Olivia turns and walks to the door and unlocks it, but before parting ways she turns toward him and whispers, “God bless you.”
    V-Dog looks confused by her comment, but just shrugs it off and grins. Not by chance, but by design, he has bedded a new millennium black widow.
    Olivia makes her way past the dance floor and heads toward the front door of the club, now packed beyond capacity and