I always wanted to be a ladies man, but of course I never was. Cute but small, I was always the girl's best friend, never the lover. The lover of course was my friend Alex. Strong, handsome, virile, and a little bit mean - he never had any problems finding women. He let me hang around him more as an n afterthought than anything else. I would laugh at his jokes, and if he got really drunk, he might confide something or another in me. As much as anyone, I was Alex's close friend, not that that meant a lot.

One of the things he let me do was go to the bars with him. He used to say I might get lucky and fuck one of his discards, but of course that never happened. Girls don't have nearly the problem getting laid as men do, and when Alex would leave them, the last thing in the world they wanted was to go home with me, Jeremy.

Finally, after many months of this routine, for a lark, Alex offered to take me out to the hottest nightclub in town. You know the type, velvet ropes, bounces, the whole deal. I never would have gotten in there on my own. Of course I wasn't on my own, I was with Alex who seemed to know everyone. We weren't in the VIP lounge for one minute when an incredibly attractive woman approached us.

"So I just have to know..." She said, asking Alex with an inquisitive smirk, elbows on our table Leaning forward in a way that made her cleavage hang, leaving the enormous round globes of her breasts to be suspended by her lacy bra top. "You're the new silent partner in the Baseball team aren't you? You're the guy who's funneling The Boss all that cash. You're the guy whose going to build the West Side stadium out of your spare cash - - -Am I right?" She leaned back and placed her hands on the hips of her highly Fashionable Snake Skin pants, giving a self satisfied and Flirtatious grin.