"Damn, I look GOOD," Tony Stark said to his reflection as he was getting ready for the gala that evening. Pepper was on vacation, and Tony was fighting every urge to not return to his smooth-talking, man whore-esque ways. But the confidence he was feeling was not without merit; in his reflection stood a suave, sexy man with a smirk that made women melt and an overall demeanor that just oozed sex appeal. The clock read 8:00 PM.
"Time to go," Stark said to his reflection as he fumbled with his bow tie. He knew the real reason he wanted to go to the gala. To see HER... Natasha. He descended to the garage of Stark towers to pick out his flashy sports car of the evening. The yellow Lamborghini seemed to fit the bill.
He eagerly drove down the streets, not taking heed to the speed limit signs that flashed past him in a blur. One thing was engrained in his brain... Natasha. Her sexy curves. Her cherry red lips. He loved the way her round ass strained against her latex outfit. Thinking about her got his dick rock solid. He would give ANYTHING to just have her for one night... She would be the match in the sheets Tony had been so desperately seeking. Pepper was pretty in her own sort of bland, reserved way but Natasha oozed the same sort of sex appeal that Tony had himself... And he was GOING to have her tonight.
