It was my second month after I joined his club. I remember that late Monday evening, when I stepped down the 4 slippery wet steps. How my eyes met those of a gentleman blessed with a considerable physique. He didn't particularly mind me stepping through the heavy door nor that I hesitated. It was a bit of a relief stepping inside from that dark back alley.
The low glowing lights guided my eyes to a dance stage, to few half circle leather sofas scattered on the far side of the hall. To the humming noise of men spread around, some with lovely ladies whose giggles I will soon know very well. To a red illuminated bar maned by an old gentleman wearing a waistcoat. I walked towards him and asked, only for him to point me towards a metallic stairs that lead to a glass office over seeing all of this lovely madness.
That Monday was the first of the month. The third month after my divorce. The red lights of the bar made me think perhaps I should wrap it with a red ribbon. It was my birthday gift for him. Today is his 60th. They call him the 'governor' which I suppose was true. Though I like to call him with his real name, or more precisely, with the nick name he likes to hear from me, "Big Teddy". I suppose he was my teddy, and without him taking me under his wing, I would have not made it.
"You don't have to change nature. You just have to live it" were his words that day. That day when he understood me and I trusted him. Today is his birthday and today I am wrapping a red ribbon around my right breast, hiding my gift for him.
"You liked it?" I playfully giggled when he undid the ribbon while I hold my breast for him. We were in his office, with plenty of other men and ladies around. Some of the men were his friends while others were from the club's loyal patrons.
My breasts are not that firm any more, but they all like how natural they feel. And natural they are; 34D though not as firm as they used to be. After all I am 33 years old and was pregnant twice. Nursing my two kids had left my pale skin with thick dark areolae and puffy nipples.
A proud smile didn't take long to show on his face. "That's my girl!" He grinned with most of those around us hearing it.
"I got it for you as your birthday gift" I proudly showed it, pointing my red nail index finger towards it.
"Oh I love it... it even has the same angel halo of the entrance sign," he grinned again.
"Exactly yes," I agreed to him, glad that he liked it.
The tattoo was 'BT's' in bold black letters tattooed on the front of my right breast, just above of my thick areola. An angel halo was on top of the letters.
"Who wouldn't!" An old friend of his, standing with the two us, loudly joined us. I giggled playfully tightening my open arms, with my tits between my elbows, forcing them against one another.
I was wearing a high leg black bikini, high platform stilettos, and perhaps that's all if we don't count the ribbon. Sure I had my hair styled earlier that day. I stood letting its brown strands flow freely on my back. Together with the make up, the manicure and pedicure, and the waxing, they costed me more than the tips I make here in a month. But then, it is my Big Teddy's birthday and I can afford it. After all, I did have a 'real job' which paid well.
"Who is my best girl?" He proudly grinned again, looking me in the eyes, as he reached forward and pulled me towards him with his arm around my waist.
"I am," I playfully giggled proud of myself, as I brushed my hair pulling it behind my ears, dropping it on my back.
"Give me that honey, I want to suck on my name a bit," he grinned.
"Certainly," I moaned back to him, bringing my breast up to him. Holding it firmly in his hand, he kissed his way from the tattoo downward to my nipple, which he then took into his mouth. He closed his eyes, enjoying himself as he pushed his teeth into its puffy flesh pulling on it playfully. A moan escaped my lips, and naturally I swiftly put my hand on his cheek. His teeth were a bit too enthusiastic; but then it is his birthday and i didn't stop him.
