He hated nights like this. His wife away for the week, his show on hiatus and his normal fuck-buddy on location in Mexico and nothing to do.
So Dave went to the club. The one where all he had to do was flash that blinding smile and say a few sweet words before he had some pretty young thing begging for his cock.
Seems like things never change and before he knew it, Dave was in a dark corner as he reached down to thread his fingers through familiar curly sable locks, fucking the familiar mouth.
He loved nights like this.