Celebrities blacked... Chloe Grace Moretz (Patreon)

Walks over to his sexy snow bunny

His dark finger went underneath her chin. Making the 5'4 frame lady look up into his almond-brown eyes. His 6'4 towering body dwarfed hers, which made her feel small.

A sensual, soft voice escapes his lips. "My special club welcome, Miss Chloe Moretz." Anthony keeps it classy with the word special, which gets a giggle out of her, which turns into a girly laugh. "What would a girl of your caliber have? Drink, snack, whatever I can provide."

Her slender arm reaches for her bottom lip, as her mind wanders to dirty thoughts and things she doesn't want to say. He cleaned up very well. The expensive suit is tailor-made for his huge frame. His broad shoulders, long legs, and a build like Arnold Schwarzenegger. She was not attracted but rather lustful at him.

Tom taps his foot, rolling his brown eyes with distaste and annoyance. He was sick of seeing this man around his woman and wanted her so badly that Tom felt his blood begin to boil with rage and anger, and his foot kept tapping like a twitching left leg. The need for something to say or do became overwhelming, which was stopped by Chloe's thin arm grabbing his shoulder to calm him down.

Chloe saying. "My boyfriend would like a double vodka martini and I would have a cherry coke."

"Very well." Anthony points at the waitress, her black dress and hair straight with a pretty smile. He waves a hand as his staff understands his gestures, giving a nod, and off they go to fill his commands. "Please, sit in the VIP section." Anthony leads them through the club filled with dancing bodies of men and women grinding to the music playing on loud booming speakers.

Anthony opens the curtains to the area. A section covered in leather red chairs, a 100" flatscreen TV, and a tabletop minibar, which included the best liquors from around the world.

Chloe got a tingly sensation on her warm skin feeling Antony's rough fingertips. She loved how they rubbed gently, caressing her silky skin. He led her over to a small booth. She sits with Tom for a good twenty minutes as one of Anthony's staff drops off a note for her. She made sure Tom didn't see it as she read it.

'Why not ditch your boyfriend? And be the only princess here that gets a ride on the dark-skinned king. If you want to feel my king cock, please come to my offer.' - Anthony

Chloe sat there not sure what to think as her pussy started to moisten a little. 'Mmm...' she thinks, feeling his deep and low vibrato through her skin and down her back. Shuddering for a quick second before getting her nerves back on track.

Tom asking. "So when can we get our drinks?" His impatience was at an all-time high. Seeing these couples making out with their tongue didn't help the situation either.

"Shut up Tom."

"But Chloe the damn bartender is taking too damn long."

"Shut it." She stands up. A few seconds to decide if she did really want to meet up with Anthony in his office or to stay loyal to her weak wimpy bitchy boyfriend.

She...