He pulls the contract from his back pocket and I show him where he needs to initial, sign and date. I explain to him that the contract is good for only three months and can be broken at any time. Before he signs the last page I stop him and make sure this is what he wants to do. “Yes, I wasn’t sure completely until you said about the trust part and that we take care of each other. You sold me with that.” He leans down to me and kisses me on the forehead. As a girl, I always love those kisses. He signs the last spot, I sign underneath his signature and then I take the contract and sit it on my desk in the far corner of the living room. I turn back around to him with a complete mood change. This girl is on the prowl and I only have one thing on my mind now. Getting him out of those fitted clothes.
“Do you have any questions about anything in the contract? I know some of the toys and things can me quite intimidating but I can assure you I will explain things and go easy on you until I know your ready.” Zane looks around a little bit as if he is trying to find something laying around to help him with his answer.
“I don’t think so. I understand what a dildo is, and im pretty sure I get the bondage part. Im not quite sure about anal sex, it’s a little weird. Just the thought of it.” He puts his hands in his pockets and looks from my eyes down towards his shoes. I can see his point. Typically men feel that anal beads and butt plugs are made for women, but when in fact they are actually made for men. Their “g-spot” is in their ass and I love helping them find that out.
“That is something that can be worked on.” I say, “I wont do anything your not ready for.” I sit on the arm of my couch facing towards Zane who is still standing by the island in the kitchen looking a little lost.
“So where do we start?” He takes his hands out of is pockets and crosses his arms. His body posture comes off confident but his face is showing me he is still hesitant towards it all.
I slowly get up off of the arm of the couch and walk over towards him. We start with you getting those fucking clothes off, that’s for sure! Once I am right in front of him I lean in and start kissing him deeply. He reacts instantly and gets forceful with his lips, pushing his tongue in my mouth and biting my lip. I reach down to his belt and undo it along with the button and zipper of his pants. As I slide the zipper down I can feel exactly how ready he is. His impressive length is pretty solid which makes my nipples react instantly. He goes for my hips and starts to slide my shirt up my torso and stops once he reaches my bra. He slows his kissing down and pulls back from me. My hands still holding onto the opening of his pants. “Whats wrong?” Zane runs one of his hands through his hair and looks up and lets out a loud breath.
“I am so sorry Gabriella, I really would love nothing more than to let you continue undressing me.” He looks at my lips, hunger in his eye.
A little agitated to be stopped I reply, “So what is the problem?” He rubs his finger tips along either side of my spine underneath my shirt.
“Well, I know this isn’t what you asked of me, but I uh. I typically don’t do this sort of thing until a little later in the relationship. Typically I wait until date three before considering doing anything past kissing.” He looks directly into my eyes. “I know that may sound old fashioned but I was always brought up to respect a female and I don’t want to cheapen whatever it is we have by just tossing you down and having my way with you.” What part of the contract didn’t he understand? Im pretty sure it clearly states that I want to be thrown down and I will throw him down. I leave out a sigh.
“I certainly never feel cheap and I do believe we have been on three dates, tonight being the fourth.” I tighten my grip on his pants and tug them a little bit towards me making him come closer to me. I kiss the space between his shoulder and neck making a deep growl come out of his throat.
He pulls back a little bit. “Technically, you said yourself, we have only had two dates because the first night didn’t count. And to me, tonight doesn’t count. We arent doing anything that would constitute a date in my eyes. Wine and dine is a date. Dinner and a movie, dancing or even going for a long walk and stopping for coffee. This is just an in between meeting.” I start laughing soundlessly. “Don’t laugh! I take these things seriously. Take me out and then you can unwrap your present.” Now im completely laughing uncontrollably. Zane just stares at me playfully like he doesn’t find the humor.
“Ok, ok. I get it. I understand and I will respect your wishes. But just so you know, I have been waiting quite a bit to tear those boxers off of you!” He looks down at his plaid boxers and looks back up at me.
“Impossible, I just bought them last night.” He grabs me by the small of my back and leans down to kiss me softly and as the kiss grows deeper, his hands run up my back and he takes a fist full of my hair and tugs lightly. This makes just about every nerve ending in my breasts go on high alert. My nipples grow erect and I push myself into him and run my fingers back and forth between the elastic of his boxers and his soft skin. I can feel how muscular he is in those areas and I cant wait to run my hands all over his bare skin and feel his muscles all over. He starts to get goose bumps where my fingers are lining, causing him to pull me tighter against his body and constantly growing erection. I know if I don’t end this make out session now, he will not get his wish because I will tie him to the stool by him and ride that hard cock anyways! I take my hand off of his waist and back up ending the kiss. I look up into his eyes and they look animalistic. Almost like he is going to pounce on me at any minute. He smiles a crooked smile enough to see his dimples. “Do not lose that thought right there. In a few hours I expect to see it behind your eyes again.” He pulls his keys from his pocket and grabs my hand to follow him out the door.
We pull up alongside a little diner. Nothing fancy, family owned with plain paper menus. We sit at a booth and order our drinks. I get a water with lemon and Zane orders a Pepsi. Once the waitress comes back with our drinks we order our food and then wait for our order and pass the time with small talk. You can feel the sexual tension in the air between us. The way he looks at me is different than when we came to a diner before. Its like he is undressing me with his eyes but not so intense that you cant tell if he is interested in the conversation. He was definitely right about being a pure gentleman. I, on the other hand, could care less about our conversation and im sure if he asks me to recall it at a later time I wouldn’t even know what we spoke of. I just want to crawl underneath this table and release the beast trapped in his pants. Once our food arrives we eat it in silence except for the occasional questions of how it is and if we can try each others meal. Zane pays for the check and grabs for my hand as we walk out the door. I get a wonderful idea and as he goes around to his side of the car and gets in I let him in on it. “You mentioned dancing earlier. That you’d like to do a date where we go dancing.” He looks at me confused as if I just spoke to him in Hebrew.
“Sure, but you don’t like to dance.” He starts up the car and I close my eyes for the second that the engine starts up.
“I don’t like to do it, but I do know I am good at it.” I place my hand on his leg to let him in on what exactly I ment. My mom always said “You can tell a lot about how a woman is in bed by how they dance.” So what better way to show him what hes in for than by taking him to a club and dancing on him.
“Ok. Well if your sure, I know a place not too far from here that stays busy through out the week.”
We pull into a parking garage and Zane hands his keys to a valet and the valet thanks him by name. “Come here often?” I smile at him.
“Its not like that. My college roommate actually owns the place. He went to school for business and loved to party, a lot. So now he makes a living doing it. Zane helps me out of the car and places my arm in his and directs me towards the sound of loud music and thumping bass.
It doesn’t look like the sort of club you would expect in New York City. It looks more like a fancy restaurant other than the huge bouncer standing outside the door and the line to go in half way down the block. We walk up and the bouncer turns to Zane and nods, opens the door and we walk in just like that. The inside of the club reminds me of something out of a movie. Ive been in clubs before with other subs, but this place is actually classy and retro. There are a few women dancing in flapper like dresses on top of tables and others dancing in cages above the dance floor. The music playing is modern but the way the place is decorated looks like it could be out of the 1940s. “Andrew was really into prohibition and all that those years entailed.” I can definitely tell.
Zane leads me over to a round couch booth with a low table in the middle. He helps me sit down and as he is taking a seat beside me a waiter approaches us. He is wearing pinstriped pants with a long sleeve button down shirt tucked into his pants and garters on his arms. His hair is slicked back and I notice he is even wearing shoes that complete the outfit. “Good evening Zane. What can I get you and this beautiful lady tonight?” Zane turns to me for my order.
“Ill have a cosmopolitan please.” I say to the waiter and look back to Zane as he orders a Miller Light. “This is definitely quite the place! I love how it feels like I have gone back in time. Definitely cool.” A tall man wearing dress pants and a button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and suspenders approaches us and sits down next to Zane.
“Hey stud muffin! The girls working by the entrance said you were here! I didn’t see you walk by me.” He slaps Zane on the back and looks over at me. “Well, who is this beautiful lady accompanying you this evening? My name is Andrew.” He reaches across Zane to hug me. “I own this place.”
Zane squeezes my leg and looks at me and says, “This is Gabriella, my, uh,”
“Friend, im is friend. This is quite the place you have here!” I look at Zane and put my hand on top of his and give him a squeeze back. Our eyes meet and I smile.
“Thank you!” Andrew looks around as if to admire his hard work. “It helps to have a trust fund. My dad wasn’t too thrilled but he seems to be coming around now. The table lamps are authentic! I couldn’t believe I got them in as great of shape as I did.” The waiter comes back with our drinks and sits them down on the table in front of us. “Ben, please be sure to take care of all of their needs tonight and their order is on the house tonight. You guys have fun and be sure to come say bye before you leave!” Ben, the waiter, nods and asks us if we need anything else. We say no and Ben and Andrew walk off leaving us to ourselves. We sip our drinks in silence as we take in the club, watching the ladies dance on top of the tables and the couples all but fucking on the dance floor. I finish off my drink and have had enough watching. Im ready to grind up on Zane and show him my moves. I sit my empty glass down and grab for his hand. He follows behind me and I pick a spot in the middle of the dance floor and a song with a great beat comes on and I start dancing. After a few minutes we become in sync and I turn my back to his chest and start moving my hips like im dancing in a Jlo music video. Zanes hands find my hips and they feel me move. I take my left hand and reach up above and behind myself to grab ahold of his neck. I can start to feel his dick moving under his clothes as my ass is rubbing against it. He leans down and starts kissing my ear and my neck. I push my hair to the other side and bend down to touch my toes as I grind deeper into his crotch. When I get back up Zane places his thumb in the front of my shorts and lets his hand relax over the front of my shorts and I continue to move my hips how I plan to later with him underneath me. The song changes to another up beat fast tempo song and Zane leans down and whispers in my ear, “Come with me.” He grabs my hand and leads me towards one of the bars in the back of the room where there is an open stair case that leads you up to different levels of the club. All of the levels are open so you can see down to the main dance floor. The levels consist of couches with tables in front of them and light mood lighting. Zane leads me up three flights of stairs where there are private VIP booths. The booth we walk into is a long couch with an ottoman in front of it. He sits down in the middle of the couch and opens his legs to sit comfortably. He leads me to stand right in front of him and says, “Dance for me.” I look around to see exactly how sexy I can get, and realize no one can see us up here. So I start moving my hips to the music and turning around so he can get a back view of my moves, making sure to dip and shake my ass. As my back is turned, I start un buttoning my shirt the whole way. I leave it on and turn around as I continue to move my hips. Zane bites his bottom lip and squirms a little bit in his seat. I come closer to him and sit down on his lap and start ridding on him and moving my hips to the beat. His erection is so hard at this point that it leaves nothing to my imagination. His hands slide up my stomach and he starts sliding my shirt down my shoulders and arms. He leans down and kisses my shoulders and comes up to kiss my ear and at the same time I grind deep into his crotch and he moans in my ear. I stand up leaving my shirt in his hands and he tosses it on the arm of the couch. I continue to dance for him and once the song changes, I sit back on him facing him this time, so im straddling him. I start to unbutton his vest and then his shirt. I rip it open and rub my hands over his hard muscles. I lean down and start kissing his neck and then his chest. Once I reach his abs I use the tip of my tongue and lick the whole length of them until my tongue reaches the top of his pants. Zane puts his head back and says “Oh Lord Jesus.” I sit up straight and grab either side of his face and lean in to kiss him. My hips continue to move with the beat. Zanes hands make their way to my back and he runs his finger tips along either side of my spine. My nipples react and I deepen the kiss. He slowly starts to unbuckle my bra. He gets all of the clasps undone and slides my straps off of my shoulders. I grab the front of my bra and slide it sideways and throw it towards the arm of the couch where my shirt is. Zanes hands move up my sides until the meet my breasts. He starts massaging them and then slows his kiss down and lowers his head a little bit to meet his mouth with my attentive nipples. He moves his tongue in circular motions making my head fall back. My hips continue to move to the beat and his erection continues to stay rock hard. Instinctively my hands move to the back of his head and I run my hands through his hair keeping his mouth on my tits. Once he feels satisfied that my left breast has been pleased, he moves on to my right. Continuing the circular motions of his tongue. I can feel warmth begin to build up deep with in me and its making it hard for me to take this slow. He pulls away from my tits and leans back up to kiss me. Then I start to kiss his neck, going lower to his chest and then even lower to his abdomen. Once I reach the top of his pants, I unbutton them and pull the zipper down exposing his plaid boxers covering up his rock hard erection. I unbutton the button of his boxers and slowly pull his dick out of them. I look up and make eye contact with Zane as I slide my mouth over top of the head of his penis. Never breaking eye contact I put as much of his length in my mouth. Once I reach near the end of his length, Zane closes his eyes and tilts his head back to rest on the back of the couch. He squirms around just a little bit enjoying the feeling of being in my mouth. I continue sliding my mouth up and down his cock making sure not to leave out his balls. I rub my hands over them lightly feeling the skin around them grow tight. When I decide his dick is good and moist, I stand up and unbutton my pants, slide my shoes off and then my pants. As Gabriella, I don’t wear panties so here I am, completely nude. The look on Zanes face seeing that I didn’t have panties on, was one of complete hunger. He looks up and down my body taking it all in. Every curve. He looks back up into my eyes and grabs for my hand. He leads me back to his lap where I straddle him again and he reaches in his pocket for his wallet. He opens it up and pulls out a condom. He definitely comes prepared. He rips the foil packaging open and I take it from his fingers and slowly I run the condom down over every inch of his hard dick, taking my time to feel all of the veins. Once the condom is secure I slide down on top of his dick slowly and begin to rock my hips back and forth, side to side and in circular motions all while keeping up with the beat to the fast pace music. I lean back and support my weight on his knees and Zane puts his hands on my waist and watches me work my magic on him. It doesn’t take too long for both of us to get off. Zanes whole body goes into what almost feels like a spasm when he reaches his climax and he moans a deep throated moan and clenches his fingers into my butt cheeks to slow me down and I grab his arms to remove his hands from my ass and I go faster until I feel satisfied he has unloaded every drop. I stop and lean forward to kiss him. Zane puts a hand on either side of my face and when I lean back after our kiss he looks directly into my eyes.
“That was certainly a show.” He smiles, kisses me again. “Here I didn’t think you liked to dance, and then you do that! Definitely the sexiest girl I have ever watched strip.”
“So you watch girls strip often?” I get up off of him and reach for my clothes off of the floor. I look back over at Zane, who doesn’t know if im upset or being smart.
“Well, its not like I do it often, but yeah. I have seen girls strip.” He takes the condom off, tucks his dick back into his boxers and fixes his pants. I toss his shirt to him.
“Like I said before,“ I say, “Ive got moves you’ve never seen.” I smile and snap my bra back on and slip my shirt and shorts back on. “Watching girls strip is actually a favorite past time of mine.” That captures Zanes attention from buttoning his shirt. “What? Its not like its weird when a girl goes to a strip club. I happen to think they are a lot of fun. Girls arent my thing but theres nothing wrong with appreciating a female body.”
“I do believe,“ He says, “there are a lot of things I have yet to learn about you Gabriella.”
Tuesday, August 13, 2013
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
Chapter Nine
Breath Gabriella I tell myself. It doesn’t matter that his voice sounded distant or that he didn’t sound at all like he was interested and was going to break things off. “Men are a dime a dozen and you can get any guy you want.” I say out loud. I look at the clock on the microwave. 4:55 pm. Hes done at the office. I could call him now. Hell no! Gabriella doesn’t do this shit. I walk back to my room and pick out an outfit. I settle on a white button up shirt, a pair of sea green short shorts, sandals and a matching purse. After I shower off the feeling of a chlorine pool on my body, I get dressed and crunch my hair with gel, dry it and pull my sides up and pin them back. I put on a dangle long sea foam and antique gold necklace and antique gold bangle bracelets and head back out to my living room. After taking the phone off the charger, I plop down on my overstuffed couch and dial Zane’s cell number. “Hello, this is Zane.” He sounds so matter of fact. I shake negative feelings from my body and give back a matter of fact manner to him.
“Good evening Zane, its Gabriella. I received your message.” I sit up straighter in the couch.
“Well, yes, about that.”
I interrupt him. “Have you made a decision?”
He clears his throat. “Uh, well I actually have. About that, could we meet up? Um, maybe I could come there so we could discuss it? I uh, well I just thought we should talk about my decision face to face.” I cant quite decipher what his decision is. He sounds confused, or maybe shy, could be a little awkward.
“Yeah, sure. Im obviously home now. Are you able to come over now or do you have plans?”
“Actually im in your parking lot.” Ok. This could go either way.
“I guess I will see you in a few seconds then.” I hang up the phone and try to calm my nerves with a couple deep breaths. A knock on my door about makes me piss myself. I walk over to it with shaky legs. What the hell is the big deal Gab? I mean seriously! He is just a guy. Replaceable, disposable.
I open the door to find Zane standing with his hand down, wearing a pair of deep navy blue dress pants, a white button up dress shirt, sleeves rolled up, with a black and white stripped skinny tie and black button up vest. He looks up at me slowly with concern in his eyes and I see worry lines on his forehead and I see that he appears to not have shaven in a few days. His hair looks a little unruly and messy like he had been running his hands through it frequently. After taking all of this in, I become extremely turned on and worried at the same time. How the hell can a guy this gorgeous be get away from me? I wont allow it. He must be mine. I take a deep breath to calm my sexed up nerves. “Come on in.” Leave your clothes by the door, my bedroom is down the hall.
“Thank you. Uh, I wasn’t sure where else to go. I really wanted to talk to you and I couldn’t go home. So I just, uh. I just decided to sit in your parking lot until you called.” He runs his hands through his hair and looks up at the ceiling then puts his hands in his pockets. I bite my lip in anticipation of ripping his clothes off. “You have a really fancy place.” He looks around at the inside of my condo. Yeah I guess it is. I look around too and shrug my shoulders as an answer.
“Would you like a drink? I have juice, water, beer, wine. Pretty much anything.” I walk over towards the fridge.
“Uh, a beer would be fine. Sounds good actually.” I grab two bottles of beer from the fridge and use my magnetic bottle opener to pull the caps off. Zane sits down at the bar that separates the kitchen from the living room. I sit his beer down in front of him and stand across the bar from him. He takes a huge swig from his beer, sits it down cautiously and looks directly into my eyes. “Im sorry I took so long to call you.” He starts playing with his fingers nervously.
“That’s fine. I told you to think it over, I didn’t expect an answer right away based on the look on your face when I told you about me.” Id love for you to have an answer now so I can tie you to that stool and have my way with you. “Do you have any questions?” I take a drink of my beer and sit the bottle down in front of me then place my hands together in front of me. Zane looks at his beer as if contemplating the counties debt. After what feels like an hour, im sure it was only a few seconds, he looks back into my eyes.
“Actually,” he says. “I did some searching on the whole dominant submissive thing. Apparently its been around quite a while. I didn’t realize it entailed so much. I, uh, understand the basics of it, just not where I fit into it.” He takes another swig of his beer and hold onto his bottle this time. He looks back down at the counter top.
“Yes it has been around for many years. Im not into the whole controlling every aspect of your life though. Im only interested in fucking you my way and you wanting to take care of me. I understand in most cases its all about the intimacy of sex and the man being the dominant and taking care of the woman. I will of course take care of you in a fucked up domesticated sort of way, but I do not expect a relationship. No feelings of love. Just lust and sex.“ I pause for a moment to make sure he is keeping up. I unfold my hands and grab my beer bottle to take a drink. I look around and then say, “I do require you to wear a ring on your left hand middle finger. Its not girly. It’s a black onyx ring. Its known to the dom world as a ‘collar’. Shows that your mine and only mine. Its more of a symbolic thing with our agreement.”
“So, what if I say no. What happens then? Are we still able to continue what we have been doing?” The look on his face is full of worry. I draw in a breath.
“Zane, im sorry. I do not date or do relationships outside of contracts. I don’t do love. Do I enjoy what we have been doing? Absolutely. Do I want to continue to see you? Hell yes! You are a gentleman and absolutely gorgeous and a lot of fun to be around. I just don’t do what your asking of me.” His face looks as if he is thinking of a million things at once. “ Basically what im trying to say is, if you say no, I say no. You go your way, and I go mine. Its like an ultimatum if you will.” Zane tips his head back and finishes his beer. He puts it down on the counter. I pick it up and take it to the recycling bin under the sink. I lean myself against the counter across from the bar. I watch his face processing what ive said.
“Ok, so basically we can keep what we were doing but you expect sex. Like a lot of sex?” He swallows. “Does this sex involve bondage and paddles? I saw on the internet that dominants like to inflict pain. Im ok with pain but I think sex is supposed to be all about pleasure.” The way he says this reminds me of a teenage boy being approached for sex by a significantly older woman, all nervous and squeaky voice. I smile.
“Yes I do enjoy causing pain. I would never do anything you wouldn’t want me to do. All you have to is say the safe word and I back off immediately. Its not something I ever intend to use, but I do have one. Now as for the pleasure part, all pain I cause causes intense pleasure to the both of us. I would also tell you what im about to do before I do it. Spankings are only required when you do something your not allowed to. Its ment to cause pleasure but to also embarrass and keep you from doing it again. I do expect you to act a certain way and when you don’t I will let you know how out of line you were.” I reach for my beer from the bar and down the rest of it. I then put my bottle in the recycling and turn back to Zane. “This whole agreement is about taking care of each other and trusting each other. You have to trust that I wouldn’t do anything that would hurt you. And I trust the same to you.” Zane stands up, walks across the kitchen until he is directly in front of me. The look on his face is full of wonder and lust. He reaches for my face with one of his hands and caresses my cheek as he looks directly at me. “I understand if this is all too much, but this is the only way I know how to do relationships. On my terms.” he then grabs ahold of my hips and pulls me close to him so we are completely pressed against each other. I can feel his erection starting to grow a bit. He grabs ahold of my face with one hand and pulls my chin up so my lips meet his. He kisses me so deeply I can barely keep my balance. He grabs my hair and holds on to the back of my head as our kiss intensifies. His other hand moves from my hip to the small of my back and he dips me backwards while we continue to kiss. When he stands me back up, I regain my balance and when I open my eyes he is staring at me with a half smile and the lust is back on his face.
“Where do I sign?”
“Good evening Zane, its Gabriella. I received your message.” I sit up straighter in the couch.
“Well, yes, about that.”
I interrupt him. “Have you made a decision?”
He clears his throat. “Uh, well I actually have. About that, could we meet up? Um, maybe I could come there so we could discuss it? I uh, well I just thought we should talk about my decision face to face.” I cant quite decipher what his decision is. He sounds confused, or maybe shy, could be a little awkward.
“Yeah, sure. Im obviously home now. Are you able to come over now or do you have plans?”
“Actually im in your parking lot.” Ok. This could go either way.
“I guess I will see you in a few seconds then.” I hang up the phone and try to calm my nerves with a couple deep breaths. A knock on my door about makes me piss myself. I walk over to it with shaky legs. What the hell is the big deal Gab? I mean seriously! He is just a guy. Replaceable, disposable.
I open the door to find Zane standing with his hand down, wearing a pair of deep navy blue dress pants, a white button up dress shirt, sleeves rolled up, with a black and white stripped skinny tie and black button up vest. He looks up at me slowly with concern in his eyes and I see worry lines on his forehead and I see that he appears to not have shaven in a few days. His hair looks a little unruly and messy like he had been running his hands through it frequently. After taking all of this in, I become extremely turned on and worried at the same time. How the hell can a guy this gorgeous be get away from me? I wont allow it. He must be mine. I take a deep breath to calm my sexed up nerves. “Come on in.” Leave your clothes by the door, my bedroom is down the hall.
“Thank you. Uh, I wasn’t sure where else to go. I really wanted to talk to you and I couldn’t go home. So I just, uh. I just decided to sit in your parking lot until you called.” He runs his hands through his hair and looks up at the ceiling then puts his hands in his pockets. I bite my lip in anticipation of ripping his clothes off. “You have a really fancy place.” He looks around at the inside of my condo. Yeah I guess it is. I look around too and shrug my shoulders as an answer.
“Would you like a drink? I have juice, water, beer, wine. Pretty much anything.” I walk over towards the fridge.
“Uh, a beer would be fine. Sounds good actually.” I grab two bottles of beer from the fridge and use my magnetic bottle opener to pull the caps off. Zane sits down at the bar that separates the kitchen from the living room. I sit his beer down in front of him and stand across the bar from him. He takes a huge swig from his beer, sits it down cautiously and looks directly into my eyes. “Im sorry I took so long to call you.” He starts playing with his fingers nervously.
“That’s fine. I told you to think it over, I didn’t expect an answer right away based on the look on your face when I told you about me.” Id love for you to have an answer now so I can tie you to that stool and have my way with you. “Do you have any questions?” I take a drink of my beer and sit the bottle down in front of me then place my hands together in front of me. Zane looks at his beer as if contemplating the counties debt. After what feels like an hour, im sure it was only a few seconds, he looks back into my eyes.
“Actually,” he says. “I did some searching on the whole dominant submissive thing. Apparently its been around quite a while. I didn’t realize it entailed so much. I, uh, understand the basics of it, just not where I fit into it.” He takes another swig of his beer and hold onto his bottle this time. He looks back down at the counter top.
“Yes it has been around for many years. Im not into the whole controlling every aspect of your life though. Im only interested in fucking you my way and you wanting to take care of me. I understand in most cases its all about the intimacy of sex and the man being the dominant and taking care of the woman. I will of course take care of you in a fucked up domesticated sort of way, but I do not expect a relationship. No feelings of love. Just lust and sex.“ I pause for a moment to make sure he is keeping up. I unfold my hands and grab my beer bottle to take a drink. I look around and then say, “I do require you to wear a ring on your left hand middle finger. Its not girly. It’s a black onyx ring. Its known to the dom world as a ‘collar’. Shows that your mine and only mine. Its more of a symbolic thing with our agreement.”
“So, what if I say no. What happens then? Are we still able to continue what we have been doing?” The look on his face is full of worry. I draw in a breath.
“Zane, im sorry. I do not date or do relationships outside of contracts. I don’t do love. Do I enjoy what we have been doing? Absolutely. Do I want to continue to see you? Hell yes! You are a gentleman and absolutely gorgeous and a lot of fun to be around. I just don’t do what your asking of me.” His face looks as if he is thinking of a million things at once. “ Basically what im trying to say is, if you say no, I say no. You go your way, and I go mine. Its like an ultimatum if you will.” Zane tips his head back and finishes his beer. He puts it down on the counter. I pick it up and take it to the recycling bin under the sink. I lean myself against the counter across from the bar. I watch his face processing what ive said.
“Ok, so basically we can keep what we were doing but you expect sex. Like a lot of sex?” He swallows. “Does this sex involve bondage and paddles? I saw on the internet that dominants like to inflict pain. Im ok with pain but I think sex is supposed to be all about pleasure.” The way he says this reminds me of a teenage boy being approached for sex by a significantly older woman, all nervous and squeaky voice. I smile.
“Yes I do enjoy causing pain. I would never do anything you wouldn’t want me to do. All you have to is say the safe word and I back off immediately. Its not something I ever intend to use, but I do have one. Now as for the pleasure part, all pain I cause causes intense pleasure to the both of us. I would also tell you what im about to do before I do it. Spankings are only required when you do something your not allowed to. Its ment to cause pleasure but to also embarrass and keep you from doing it again. I do expect you to act a certain way and when you don’t I will let you know how out of line you were.” I reach for my beer from the bar and down the rest of it. I then put my bottle in the recycling and turn back to Zane. “This whole agreement is about taking care of each other and trusting each other. You have to trust that I wouldn’t do anything that would hurt you. And I trust the same to you.” Zane stands up, walks across the kitchen until he is directly in front of me. The look on his face is full of wonder and lust. He reaches for my face with one of his hands and caresses my cheek as he looks directly at me. “I understand if this is all too much, but this is the only way I know how to do relationships. On my terms.” he then grabs ahold of my hips and pulls me close to him so we are completely pressed against each other. I can feel his erection starting to grow a bit. He grabs ahold of my face with one hand and pulls my chin up so my lips meet his. He kisses me so deeply I can barely keep my balance. He grabs my hair and holds on to the back of my head as our kiss intensifies. His other hand moves from my hip to the small of my back and he dips me backwards while we continue to kiss. When he stands me back up, I regain my balance and when I open my eyes he is staring at me with a half smile and the lust is back on his face.
“Where do I sign?”
Monday, July 15, 2013
Chapter Eight
I get out of the shower, one towel on my head, the other wrapped around my body. I wipe the steam off of the mirror with my hand and examine my face. I can still feel his kisses on my cheek, neck and forehead. Its been twelve hours but they seem to linger on even after a good nights sleep and long shower. I feel pretty confident that I will hear from Zane today. Last nights movie night turned complete make out session was really steamy. When I left, I know I at least felt pretty satisfied. I definitely gave him a lot to think over, but it seemed like he is really interested. If his massive erection during our memorable dry sex session wasn’t a clue than im not sure what was.
I finish getting around for the day as Gabby. I wear the normal attire, short shorts, a slim fitting shirt, sandals and let my hair down and straight. Oh, and, underwear. I grab my clothes from the weekend, put them in my mesh hamper and set them by the front door. Then I grab my grocery totes, phone, purse, keys and head out the door with my hamper in my other hand. Mondays are usually my errand days. I head to the dry cleaners first, then I run to the store to get any food I think I may need during the week and lastly I go to the deli for the last of my grocery shopping. Once I drop off my groceries at my house, I run to the other side of town and meet my girls at the Coffee Tree.
I walk in just in time to see that the other girls are still in line to get their coffees. Natalie spots me first. “See I told you she would be here on time today.”
“What?” I said. “Did you guys think I would bail on you?” I examine the menu to see what their special is for the day, even though I always get the same thing. Emily grabs her cappuccino off of the counter and I see that Ricky is working today. Wonderful. Well I guess id rather turn him down while im in a good mood. Emily walks by me, “Did you get my message the other day about Anna’s party? I didn’t hear back from you.”
“Yeah I did, and I got a new bikini just for the occasion!” I said, “Oh and I hope Anna doesn’t already have a three-story Barbie house.” I pull my wallet out of my purse and look up at Emily to see she is giving me one of those “And where do you expect me to put that” looks. “I saw it and it had her name written all over it! She will love it Em. I also got her Barbie’s’ and a car for them. Don’t give me that look!” I give her a sassy final look and walk up to the counter to order my large banana latte with soy milk.
“Good morning Gabby!” Oh poor Ricky. Maybe one day I will feel weak and give in to that poor kid. I wonder how much pressure this glass counter could hold. “Would you like your usual today? Our special for the day is a mint chocolate chip mocha. You can get it iced or even frozen.” I can see that he cleaned up a bit today. Got a nice haircut, growing out a goatee, and has on some worn in jeans and a button up shirt with a white shirt under it. He really does have a nice smile and manners.
“Actually Ricky, ill just take my usual.” I smile and hand him my check card. “ Thank you though.” I turn and look back to my friends who all instantly turn back towards each other and make small talk. Ricky hands me my card and then goes to make my drink. “Really girls? Hes old enough to be my little brother!” Natalie chokes back a laugh.
“And your point is? Being a cougar is all the rage these days! Live a little! How long has it been since you’ve been with a guy Gabby? We are worried that you may be thinking of joining the Nunnery.” It takes every bit of self strength to not burst into laughter or even crack the tinniest smile at that comment. If they truly knew how opposite I am to a Nun I think they would shit rubber bricks.
“It hasn’t been that long. Im a long way away from reclaiming my virginity.” As that last word comes out of my mouth, Ricky walks back up to the counter with my coffee and he has clearly heard every word I said. His cheeks are red and he looks a little clammy. The girls are trying to cover up their laughter with their coffee mugs but I can see their shoulders shrugging from holding back the laughter. “Thanks Ricky, really. This looks great.” He continues to stand their behind the counter staring at me as if his hard on has made his legs stiff as well. “Geeze girls, I think you just gave him wack off material for his lunch break. Thanks.” Not that I am opposed to being wack material, just not to kids.
Caroline is the first to stop laughing and actually start a real conversation. “So last night Randy and I were, ya know, going at it.” Sex talk that doesn’t involve my actual sex life is always a great topic. “And he reaches on top of the head board for something, which to this very second im not sure what it was he was looking for, and when his hand comes back down he has my vibrator in his hand.”
“You keep yours on your headboard?” Natalie interrupts and sounds all high school girl gossip. “ That’s awfully ballsy since Randy is so jealous of it. I keep mine in a shoe box in my closet. Anytime my husband goes into the closet he just thinks its another pair of shoes. Problem solved!” She sips her coffee all proud of herself for her well hidden dong.
“Well I forgot to put it back in its hiding spot when I used it last. Needless to say, he slept on the couch after we finished. I could tell his pride was hurt too.”
“Show the poor guy how to use the damn thing! Make him love it just as much as you do. He wont feel so threatened if you make him use it on you.” It just kind of flew out of my mouth. Natalie and Emily looked at me as if I had seven heads. “Yes I know a little bit about toys. I am a single female with working hands.”
“No wonder you don’t want pretty boy behind the counter.” Natalie slaps my thigh playful like. “I almost feel as if there is a whole side of you I don’t even know now!” Actually Nat, there is!
“I read books, and some of those books have sex scenes that involve all kinds of kinky things. So maybe one day decided I wanted to experiment for myself and by myself.” Well actually, some of those books seemed like pages ripped from my own personal life. Carolyn looks at me like shes seeing me for the first time and in awe.
“Really? So your telling me he wont want to destroy it if he uses it on me?” My what a great conversation to have at a busy coffee shop.
“Yes.” I put down my coffee cup and move closer to the edge of my seat. “If you don’t know what you like in bed, sex toys are great for that. They help you enjoy sex, I mean, so ive read. For example, one of the characters in one of the books I read,” and by that I mean me, “ Made a guy use a dildo on her because of how inexperienced he was. She wanted him to use that to see what made her moan and such. She also used it in front of him to show him her favorite things as well. I bet Randy would like watching that. Its like free porn without the pop-ups. Well, I mean, besides his pop-up.” I look around to see who all is staring at us. My friends are just staring at me like im a celebrity.
Emily finally says, “I heard that anal sex is exciting.” We all bust into laughter.
Back at my house, I check my messages to see if Zane has tried to call me. I typically don’t give out my cell phone number to anyone unless they are my friends, mom or contracted subs. So Zane definitely would only have my land line number. The narrator on my answering machine tells me that I have no new messages. Well its only been twenty-four hours since I blatantly told him that I wanted to use him for his wealth and dick. I cut up some fruit and head to the couch to watch some tv. Daytime television is boring. Its full of soaps that relish of the infidelities of couples and talk shows that talk mostly about the headlining news. I prefer celebrity gossip shows and The Ellen Show. I sure hope when im in my fifties I can move like her. At some point I doze off during re-runs of Full House. When I wake up I realize its dark outside and I check to see if my phone rang while I was asleep. “No new messages” sounds from my answering machine. Ok, no time to worry. I mean, if he doesn’t call, ill just find another. Sure it would be great to see what that delicious piece of meat would look like all sprawled out, tied up and naked on my bed. No big deal though.
I make a quick dinner consisting of a BLT sandwich, some rice and peas. Then I put my jammies on and grab my book from my nightstand and head back to the couch to read.
At some point I fell asleep while reading and I woke up to my book laying across my chest. I grab the remote off of the coffee table to turn the tv on to see what time it is. The display says that its seven in the morning. Turning off the tv, I get up, set my book on the coffee table and stretch. Once I feel a little more awake, I get up and head to the kitchen to start some coffee. I look at the answering machine contemplating whether or not I should see if I have any new messages. “Fuck it” I say, then head to my bedroom to pick out my clothes. Today I have decided on yoga pants, and a sea blue tank top.
After my shower and daily make-up routine is done, I head back out the kitchen to pour myself some coffee. As I take my first sip of my coffee, I look over at the answering machine again. I keep staring at it, debating whether or not I should push the button. After ive downed an entire cup and a half of coffee, I feel really anxious and jittery. I walk over and push the damn button just to hear the dumb bitch tell me I don’t have any new messages. At this point I think to myself, “Well it has only been a day and a half, I guess he needs more time.” I begin pacing around my living room, thinking back on how I handed him the contract, the look on his face as I was explaining myself and the questions he asked. Was I too forceful? Maybe I came off as a prostitute! Nah, I made myself clear of my intentions and told him what I usually do. After a few minutes of going back and forth as to what I said or didn’t say I blert out, “Wait, maybe he is a virgin!” I bet that’s it! I mean, what other man would wait this long to agree to a proposition like I have bestowed upon him. He could be gay, but I don’t think he would have been all over me like he was Sunday night. The only other thing I could come up with than virgin was that he was already dating someone else. I quickly threw that idea out even though it has happened before. Not only did that guy apologize to me while I dug my heels into his testicles, I told his girlfriend and im sure what she did to him was much worse.
(ADDED 7/30) By Wednesday morning I was feeling like he wasn’t going to ever call. Typically I wouldn’t care in this situation but for some reason Im really stuck on this guy. I don’t usually get told no and I rarely ever don’t get a call back from guys I approach. It happens from time to time and I usually shrug it off.
As my cab pulls into Emily’s driveway, there are at least thirty cars parked and about a million kids running amuck. “Wonderful” I say to myself as I roll my eyes. I get out of my car and walk out back to the pool area. I wore my new bright purple and green tie-dyed bikini and white lace over lay that I got when at the Manhattan Mall with my mom. As soon as I opened the gate to walk to into the back yard, dads from all across the lawn stopped what they were doing and stared. I roll my eyes and walk over to my girls sitting under a huge umbrella propped up on the lawn and shielding them from the sun. “Hey girls! Quite the turn out for a seven year olds party don’t ya think Em?” A few dads I see are trying not to be so inconspicuous about staring. Sure your sunglasses are hiding your wondering eyes. Not. A few wives slap their husbands which makes me smile. Good, beat them a little more and you wouldn’t have to worry about me.
Emily stands up and gives me a hug, “Well you know I cant resist throwing a good social gathering. This is where it all starts for Anna.” She takes a sip of her drink and waves her arms as if showing off her yard. “The parenting magazines say that seven is a big time in a girls life. They are trying to figure out where they will fit in at school and with friends.”
“She’s seven Em, not twenty-one and off to the bars to embarrass you by stripping on a bar or anything.” I look around to see where the adult beverages are located. Emily never has a party unless some sort of alcohol can be involved. I spot a watermelon with a tap screwed into it. “Wow, we are going with watermelon grain today? Nice choice.”
“She wanted to do jello shots. “Caroline laughs. “I didn’t think they would be appropriate since kids love jello. Could you imagine?” We all laugh and Emily shrugs her shoulders and lays back in her chaise lounger. I walk over to the table with the tapped watermelon and pour myself a cup. As I walk back towards the girls, Anna runs up.
“Aunt Gabby! You came!” Oh this kid is going to be the death of me. Its no secret that I am not a kid person but I have watched this girl grow up and I will admit I have a soft spot for her. Not to mention, this girl has style!.
“Hey birthday girl! How are you? I mean your what, sixteen today. I bet your excited to get your license!” I pick her up and swing her around, she laughs and right before I get too dizzy I put her down.
“No Aunt Gabby, im seven today. Geeze, I cant even reach the petals in a car. Will you throw me in the pool? I can jump in now without plugging my nose!” She stands there full of sass and matter of fact. In her cute multi-colored leopard print bikini. How can you say no?
“Absolutely. But just once.” She nods and runs over to tell her friends that her Aunt Gabby is going to throw her in and they need to watch. They all gather around the pool as I sit my bag down and grab Abby to throw her in. She makes a tiny splash and all of the hellions laugh and jump in after her. She comes up laughing and splashing around.
After we sing our happy birthdays and devour the cake and ice cream, Abby opens her presents. When she opens mine she screams a shrill ear piercing scream of excitement and tells her dad to put the house together now. Losing interest five minutes later, the kids are all back in the pool playing tag. An hour later, I help Emily clean up the busted balloons, smashed cake, soaked crepe paper and hose off the patio from all of the spilled drinks. We sit down in the chaise loungers admiring our hard work and finish off the grain filled watermelon. Once I sober up, I call a cab to take me back home.
I unlock my door to my condo, sit down my bag and hit play on my answering machine. “One new message” says my machine. “Gabriella, its uh, Zane. I realize its been a few days since we spoke last. I, uh, think we should talk. Um, could you give me a call back? I am at the office until about 4 today but then I should be available. So, uh, yeah.”
I finish getting around for the day as Gabby. I wear the normal attire, short shorts, a slim fitting shirt, sandals and let my hair down and straight. Oh, and, underwear. I grab my clothes from the weekend, put them in my mesh hamper and set them by the front door. Then I grab my grocery totes, phone, purse, keys and head out the door with my hamper in my other hand. Mondays are usually my errand days. I head to the dry cleaners first, then I run to the store to get any food I think I may need during the week and lastly I go to the deli for the last of my grocery shopping. Once I drop off my groceries at my house, I run to the other side of town and meet my girls at the Coffee Tree.
I walk in just in time to see that the other girls are still in line to get their coffees. Natalie spots me first. “See I told you she would be here on time today.”
“What?” I said. “Did you guys think I would bail on you?” I examine the menu to see what their special is for the day, even though I always get the same thing. Emily grabs her cappuccino off of the counter and I see that Ricky is working today. Wonderful. Well I guess id rather turn him down while im in a good mood. Emily walks by me, “Did you get my message the other day about Anna’s party? I didn’t hear back from you.”
“Yeah I did, and I got a new bikini just for the occasion!” I said, “Oh and I hope Anna doesn’t already have a three-story Barbie house.” I pull my wallet out of my purse and look up at Emily to see she is giving me one of those “And where do you expect me to put that” looks. “I saw it and it had her name written all over it! She will love it Em. I also got her Barbie’s’ and a car for them. Don’t give me that look!” I give her a sassy final look and walk up to the counter to order my large banana latte with soy milk.
“Good morning Gabby!” Oh poor Ricky. Maybe one day I will feel weak and give in to that poor kid. I wonder how much pressure this glass counter could hold. “Would you like your usual today? Our special for the day is a mint chocolate chip mocha. You can get it iced or even frozen.” I can see that he cleaned up a bit today. Got a nice haircut, growing out a goatee, and has on some worn in jeans and a button up shirt with a white shirt under it. He really does have a nice smile and manners.
“Actually Ricky, ill just take my usual.” I smile and hand him my check card. “ Thank you though.” I turn and look back to my friends who all instantly turn back towards each other and make small talk. Ricky hands me my card and then goes to make my drink. “Really girls? Hes old enough to be my little brother!” Natalie chokes back a laugh.
“And your point is? Being a cougar is all the rage these days! Live a little! How long has it been since you’ve been with a guy Gabby? We are worried that you may be thinking of joining the Nunnery.” It takes every bit of self strength to not burst into laughter or even crack the tinniest smile at that comment. If they truly knew how opposite I am to a Nun I think they would shit rubber bricks.
“It hasn’t been that long. Im a long way away from reclaiming my virginity.” As that last word comes out of my mouth, Ricky walks back up to the counter with my coffee and he has clearly heard every word I said. His cheeks are red and he looks a little clammy. The girls are trying to cover up their laughter with their coffee mugs but I can see their shoulders shrugging from holding back the laughter. “Thanks Ricky, really. This looks great.” He continues to stand their behind the counter staring at me as if his hard on has made his legs stiff as well. “Geeze girls, I think you just gave him wack off material for his lunch break. Thanks.” Not that I am opposed to being wack material, just not to kids.
Caroline is the first to stop laughing and actually start a real conversation. “So last night Randy and I were, ya know, going at it.” Sex talk that doesn’t involve my actual sex life is always a great topic. “And he reaches on top of the head board for something, which to this very second im not sure what it was he was looking for, and when his hand comes back down he has my vibrator in his hand.”
“You keep yours on your headboard?” Natalie interrupts and sounds all high school girl gossip. “ That’s awfully ballsy since Randy is so jealous of it. I keep mine in a shoe box in my closet. Anytime my husband goes into the closet he just thinks its another pair of shoes. Problem solved!” She sips her coffee all proud of herself for her well hidden dong.
“Well I forgot to put it back in its hiding spot when I used it last. Needless to say, he slept on the couch after we finished. I could tell his pride was hurt too.”
“Show the poor guy how to use the damn thing! Make him love it just as much as you do. He wont feel so threatened if you make him use it on you.” It just kind of flew out of my mouth. Natalie and Emily looked at me as if I had seven heads. “Yes I know a little bit about toys. I am a single female with working hands.”
“No wonder you don’t want pretty boy behind the counter.” Natalie slaps my thigh playful like. “I almost feel as if there is a whole side of you I don’t even know now!” Actually Nat, there is!
“I read books, and some of those books have sex scenes that involve all kinds of kinky things. So maybe one day decided I wanted to experiment for myself and by myself.” Well actually, some of those books seemed like pages ripped from my own personal life. Carolyn looks at me like shes seeing me for the first time and in awe.
“Really? So your telling me he wont want to destroy it if he uses it on me?” My what a great conversation to have at a busy coffee shop.
“Yes.” I put down my coffee cup and move closer to the edge of my seat. “If you don’t know what you like in bed, sex toys are great for that. They help you enjoy sex, I mean, so ive read. For example, one of the characters in one of the books I read,” and by that I mean me, “ Made a guy use a dildo on her because of how inexperienced he was. She wanted him to use that to see what made her moan and such. She also used it in front of him to show him her favorite things as well. I bet Randy would like watching that. Its like free porn without the pop-ups. Well, I mean, besides his pop-up.” I look around to see who all is staring at us. My friends are just staring at me like im a celebrity.
Emily finally says, “I heard that anal sex is exciting.” We all bust into laughter.
Back at my house, I check my messages to see if Zane has tried to call me. I typically don’t give out my cell phone number to anyone unless they are my friends, mom or contracted subs. So Zane definitely would only have my land line number. The narrator on my answering machine tells me that I have no new messages. Well its only been twenty-four hours since I blatantly told him that I wanted to use him for his wealth and dick. I cut up some fruit and head to the couch to watch some tv. Daytime television is boring. Its full of soaps that relish of the infidelities of couples and talk shows that talk mostly about the headlining news. I prefer celebrity gossip shows and The Ellen Show. I sure hope when im in my fifties I can move like her. At some point I doze off during re-runs of Full House. When I wake up I realize its dark outside and I check to see if my phone rang while I was asleep. “No new messages” sounds from my answering machine. Ok, no time to worry. I mean, if he doesn’t call, ill just find another. Sure it would be great to see what that delicious piece of meat would look like all sprawled out, tied up and naked on my bed. No big deal though.
I make a quick dinner consisting of a BLT sandwich, some rice and peas. Then I put my jammies on and grab my book from my nightstand and head back to the couch to read.
At some point I fell asleep while reading and I woke up to my book laying across my chest. I grab the remote off of the coffee table to turn the tv on to see what time it is. The display says that its seven in the morning. Turning off the tv, I get up, set my book on the coffee table and stretch. Once I feel a little more awake, I get up and head to the kitchen to start some coffee. I look at the answering machine contemplating whether or not I should see if I have any new messages. “Fuck it” I say, then head to my bedroom to pick out my clothes. Today I have decided on yoga pants, and a sea blue tank top.
After my shower and daily make-up routine is done, I head back out the kitchen to pour myself some coffee. As I take my first sip of my coffee, I look over at the answering machine again. I keep staring at it, debating whether or not I should push the button. After ive downed an entire cup and a half of coffee, I feel really anxious and jittery. I walk over and push the damn button just to hear the dumb bitch tell me I don’t have any new messages. At this point I think to myself, “Well it has only been a day and a half, I guess he needs more time.” I begin pacing around my living room, thinking back on how I handed him the contract, the look on his face as I was explaining myself and the questions he asked. Was I too forceful? Maybe I came off as a prostitute! Nah, I made myself clear of my intentions and told him what I usually do. After a few minutes of going back and forth as to what I said or didn’t say I blert out, “Wait, maybe he is a virgin!” I bet that’s it! I mean, what other man would wait this long to agree to a proposition like I have bestowed upon him. He could be gay, but I don’t think he would have been all over me like he was Sunday night. The only other thing I could come up with than virgin was that he was already dating someone else. I quickly threw that idea out even though it has happened before. Not only did that guy apologize to me while I dug my heels into his testicles, I told his girlfriend and im sure what she did to him was much worse.
(ADDED 7/30) By Wednesday morning I was feeling like he wasn’t going to ever call. Typically I wouldn’t care in this situation but for some reason Im really stuck on this guy. I don’t usually get told no and I rarely ever don’t get a call back from guys I approach. It happens from time to time and I usually shrug it off.
As my cab pulls into Emily’s driveway, there are at least thirty cars parked and about a million kids running amuck. “Wonderful” I say to myself as I roll my eyes. I get out of my car and walk out back to the pool area. I wore my new bright purple and green tie-dyed bikini and white lace over lay that I got when at the Manhattan Mall with my mom. As soon as I opened the gate to walk to into the back yard, dads from all across the lawn stopped what they were doing and stared. I roll my eyes and walk over to my girls sitting under a huge umbrella propped up on the lawn and shielding them from the sun. “Hey girls! Quite the turn out for a seven year olds party don’t ya think Em?” A few dads I see are trying not to be so inconspicuous about staring. Sure your sunglasses are hiding your wondering eyes. Not. A few wives slap their husbands which makes me smile. Good, beat them a little more and you wouldn’t have to worry about me.
Emily stands up and gives me a hug, “Well you know I cant resist throwing a good social gathering. This is where it all starts for Anna.” She takes a sip of her drink and waves her arms as if showing off her yard. “The parenting magazines say that seven is a big time in a girls life. They are trying to figure out where they will fit in at school and with friends.”
“She’s seven Em, not twenty-one and off to the bars to embarrass you by stripping on a bar or anything.” I look around to see where the adult beverages are located. Emily never has a party unless some sort of alcohol can be involved. I spot a watermelon with a tap screwed into it. “Wow, we are going with watermelon grain today? Nice choice.”
“She wanted to do jello shots. “Caroline laughs. “I didn’t think they would be appropriate since kids love jello. Could you imagine?” We all laugh and Emily shrugs her shoulders and lays back in her chaise lounger. I walk over to the table with the tapped watermelon and pour myself a cup. As I walk back towards the girls, Anna runs up.
“Aunt Gabby! You came!” Oh this kid is going to be the death of me. Its no secret that I am not a kid person but I have watched this girl grow up and I will admit I have a soft spot for her. Not to mention, this girl has style!.
“Hey birthday girl! How are you? I mean your what, sixteen today. I bet your excited to get your license!” I pick her up and swing her around, she laughs and right before I get too dizzy I put her down.
“No Aunt Gabby, im seven today. Geeze, I cant even reach the petals in a car. Will you throw me in the pool? I can jump in now without plugging my nose!” She stands there full of sass and matter of fact. In her cute multi-colored leopard print bikini. How can you say no?
“Absolutely. But just once.” She nods and runs over to tell her friends that her Aunt Gabby is going to throw her in and they need to watch. They all gather around the pool as I sit my bag down and grab Abby to throw her in. She makes a tiny splash and all of the hellions laugh and jump in after her. She comes up laughing and splashing around.
After we sing our happy birthdays and devour the cake and ice cream, Abby opens her presents. When she opens mine she screams a shrill ear piercing scream of excitement and tells her dad to put the house together now. Losing interest five minutes later, the kids are all back in the pool playing tag. An hour later, I help Emily clean up the busted balloons, smashed cake, soaked crepe paper and hose off the patio from all of the spilled drinks. We sit down in the chaise loungers admiring our hard work and finish off the grain filled watermelon. Once I sober up, I call a cab to take me back home.
I unlock my door to my condo, sit down my bag and hit play on my answering machine. “One new message” says my machine. “Gabriella, its uh, Zane. I realize its been a few days since we spoke last. I, uh, think we should talk. Um, could you give me a call back? I am at the office until about 4 today but then I should be available. So, uh, yeah.”
Monday, July 8, 2013
Chapter Seven
I unlock my door, walk in stunned like I had just experienced a life altering event and havent quite processed what happened. What is it about this guy that has me thrown like this? I think I am going to call him tomorrow morning and contract him up. I just don’t know how to exactly go about it without scaring him off. He seems… different somehow. It was always so simple before when handing a contract to a guy. They are usually all for it. Sex with out strings attached, a woman taking charge over them. They go crazy over the idea. Zane just seems like the type I should tread lightly on. I totally think he could handle the agreement, I just don’t know what it is. Fuck it, ill call him now. I walk over to my phone and dial his number. Of course I know he isn’t home so I just leave a message. “Hey Zane, Its Gabriella. I had such a great time tonight and was wondering if maybe we could have lunch tomorrow. Ill let you pick this time. Just please somewhere small with booths please. I actually want to talk to you about something. Call me back to let me know this works.”
I take the phone into the bathroom with me incase he calls. I strip my clothes off and jump in the shower. Of course the phone rings when I have shampoo in my hair. “Hello?”
“Gabriella, Its Zane. I hope I didn’t wake you. Your message sounded urgent.”
“No, it wasn’t. I just wanted to discuss something with you tomorrow if that’s ok. Its nothing of major importance and its not anything horrible. Just had a great evening tonight and wanted to continue it over lunch.”
“Yeah, sure. Ill pick you up at eleven thirty.“ He pauses for a second and then his voice changes to a more serious tone. “I had a great time too.“ Another brief pause, and then as if he is smiling through the phone he says, “Ill see you tomorrow.”
“Ok, have a good night, bye.”
“Bye.”
I put the phone back on the counter and finish my shower. Since I know I wont be able to sleep knowing I am going to pop the contract on Zane tomorrow, I decide to find an outfit for tomorrow. I settle on a pair of cropped skinny jeans, a white tank top and a peach colored three quarter inch sleeved blazer with my peach colored four inch heels. It kind of says, “business flirty”. I leave the outfit hanging on the outside of my closet, then decide to crawl into bed and go to bed. It took me what felt like forever to finally fall to sleep. His lips felt like they were just lingering on mine for the first hour once I laid down. My mind kept on drifting about what I will do to him during our first fuck. I think that may be my problem. This kiss has me so hypnotized, I think I just need to fuck him and then I can finally not feel so giddy. Gabriella doesn’t do giddy. She does beatings and firm commands. That’s it, I just need to get him out of my system. Once I convinced myself that it was just a kiss and I needed to screw his brains out, I finally fall to sleep.
Obnoxious beeping about sent me flying off of my bed until I realized it was my alarm I forgot I set. Nine thirty. Just enough time to get around before my lunch date with Zane. After my daily routine of brushing my teeth, washing my face and applying my makeup, I start straightening my hair. Then I pull it all up into a long straight tight pony, get dressed with just enough time to grab a copy of my contract and seal it up in an envelope. I grab my teal Coach purse, load my wallet, contract, lip gloss, cell phone, keys and sunglasses into it just as someone knocks on my door. Zane. I put my purse on, unlock the door and open it to see Zane standing there in a pair of dark jeans, a tight light grey three button shirt and a denim jacket and sneakers. That man could make whitie tighties look good! “Good late morning beautiful!” He says, “Peach looks good on you! Are you ready?”
“Good morning to you too Zane.” I say with a seductive tone. “Thank you, and yes im all set.”
He keeps his hand on the small of my back the whole walk to his car. Then he proceeds to open my car door for me, shut it when im settled in and walks around to his side. I close my eyes and smile as he starts the car. “I don’t think I could ever get tired of seeing the look on your face when I start this car up.” I look over at him and he has such a boyish grin on his face making his dimples show. Calm down Gabriella, soon enough you will know what it feels like to be on top of those dimples.
“Im not so sure I could ever tire of hearing that purr. I think getting a Porsche is on my list of things to get.” Once you sign the contract and see its non negotiable. He grabs ahold of my hand, kisses my knuckles.
“I know a guy who could get you one at a really good price.” He says smiling.
“Oh I don’t know,” I say, “if it’s the one im thinking of, I hear hes a real deal jerker. I think I may check out eBay or the paper.”
“No not that jerk, im talking about the tall dark and handsome one that owns Liberty Porsche. I hear hes a pretty decent guy.”
“I wasn’t too impressed.” I smile and squeeze his hand.
Zane looks directly into my eyes and says, “He must not have tried hard enough.” Then gives just a small smile that reaches the tips of his eyes. This man is absolutely beautiful, he must be mine.
After thirty minutes on the road, traveling to a small suburb of the city, we pull into a dinner that looks directly from the fifties. Sits on a corner, booths with jukeboxes on the tables, a bar the whole length of the diner with round shiny stools lining it. There were even autographed pictures of big names on the wall. Marilyn Munroe, Elvis (of course), The cast of the Three Stooges, James Dean. Zane leads me to a booth in the back. I sit down on the black and red booth seat and begin to look over the menu in front of me. “This place is kinda cool isn’t it?” Zane asks as his eyes skim over the menu.
“This place looks pretty authentic actually. I mean, the upholstery looks updated but everything else looks like we’ve just walked in to the fifties.” The waitresses came out in poodle skirts with scarves in their hair and saddle shoes on. I almost wait for the Pink Ladies and the T-Birds to walk through the door.
“Yeah that’s what I love about this place.” He puts his menu down as if he has decided what he wants. “You don’t get some fake feeling of what the diners used to look like, this place was built around then and the family just kept it that way. I used to come here a lot with my parents. This is actually where they met, back in high school.”
I look around as he tells me this thinking of all of the history this place must hold and how many first dates happened here. “Is this where you used to take your high school girlfriends?” I say playfully.
“Actually, I don’t believe I have ever brought a girl here. So, you would be my first.” He looks around, trying to avoid eye contact. Well I believe we will be popping a lot of cherries here today. The waitress makes her way over to our table and tells us the special for the day. The chicken finger basket and a large shake for five dollars. Sounds pretty perfect to me. Zane orders us each one. I look around a bit to see if anyone is within hearing distance of us. The diner has about 3 other couples at the other end and a couple guys sitting at the bar across from the front door. I let out a deep breath, gather up my girly balls and decide that now is as good of a time as ever to bring Zane up to speed on my expectations.
“Ok, Zane, I am not really much for beating around the bush on important matters. So im just going to cut to the chase. Please follow along with me because what im about to say you may blow your mind or even cause you to think differently. I just want you to know that this isn’t something that needs to be decided on this very second, but I certainly hope you agree.” He looks absolutely confused, a bit terrified like I may ask him for an organ, and then he just says, “Okay.” I pull out the contract all folded nicely and sit it on my lap. I place my hands folded up on top of the table and begin. “I know that on what you call our ‘first date’, you asked me what I do for a living and I said that I am into investments.” He nods his head a little skeptically. “That is true, to a certain extent. I don’t play the stock market. I actually, “I take a deep breath, let it out. “I am a dominant.” I stop talking for a few seconds to let that sink in a little bit. His face stays kinda dormant for a couple seconds, then he looks at me as if he is seeing me for the first time.
“A dominant.” He says it like he is trying the word out for size. “ A female dominant? As in, whips, chains and handcuffs? Kind of like that Rihanna song?” Well at least he sort of gets it.
“Well not exactly. I mean yes I do use those things, but I don’t exactly do it each time. And its not always about sex. Its more along the lines of having a man belong to me. And not just in the emotional sense, more of the physical sense to. You know, to do with how I please.”
“You like to control men?” He looks a little entertained by the thought of this. This could be a good thing.
“Yes. I like to make them want me and take care of me.” He rolls that around in his head a little bit.
“Take care of you? How? In what ways?” Now he looks a bit confused.
“Well,” I say. “Of course sexually, but also financially and emotionally. To me, that is what men are for. To provide for the woman in their life. Men like to be the sole provider and I like to give that to them. In return, I take care of them sexually and emotionally. I don’t do relationships. I just like to fuck without strings attached.”
“So, you don’t expect anything out of these, uh, relations?” He looks a bit confused but definitely not scared.
“I don’t believe in marriage, a happily ever after or even just dating. I don’t want to have children and I don’t want to settle down. All I expect from my subs is to fuck when I say and how I say and in return then take care of my needs.”
“Financially?”
“Yes, financially.” He lets this all soak in a little bit. The waitress brings out food and shakes over and sits them down. I take a bite of a chicken finger and watch him as he eats his and thinks over what ive just said.
“So, where do I come into all of this? He takes a drink of his shake and directs his full attention to me.
“What I am hoping, is that you would like to become mine. As in, sign on the dotted line and hand over yourself to me.” I take a drink of my shake, grab for the contract off of my lap and slide it across the table to him. “This is my contract. Inside you will find all that I expect of you, sexually and financially. Some things are non-negotiable and others are. They are marked accordingly. The contract term lasts exactly ninety days from the date you sign. If at any time either of us decides this isn’t working or you want something more, we can bow out and go our separate ways. This is not a legally bound document, more of a protection plan. But once you sign it, you are mine and only mine. I promise not to take up all of your free time as I have a life as well. I will also see to if that we both get checked out before hand to ensure we are going into this healthy and safely. Your welcome to speak with my doctor at any time as well.” Zane looks a bit frazzled. I cant quite tell if its because I have offended him or that he is letting this whole thing sink into reality. “Please tell me what your thinking.”
“Well,” he starts” This definitely seems like a mans dream, to be with a girl sexually and for them to not expect feelings and roses. I think I may need to think this over. I mean, I really like you Gabriella, and I think what he have started is great. So your telling me, we just fuck, like all the time?”
“Not all the time. But a lot of the time. We can do other things as well, but know I am not looking for a relationship. Love isn’t my end game here.”
“And what if we fall in love?” He looks down at his French fries and plays with them a little bit. “Are you saying that we basically have sex with no feelings?”
“Yes that’s exactly what im saying. Feelings cause one to get hurt. Think of it as friends with benefits. And we can still go out and do things like we have been. Friends do those things don’t they?”
“Yeah I guess they do.” He grabs a few fries and shoves them into his mouth. We are silent for a little bit as we eat our food and finish off our milkshakes. I really want to know what he is thinking but im too afraid to push the issue. “How about we go rent a movie and go back to my place?” Sounds like the perfect time to sway his vote.
“Yeah sure. Let me just run to the ladies room and ill meet you outside.” I grab my purse and head to the bathroom. I do my deed, wash my hands and touch up my hair and lip gloss a bit. This is your chance Gabriella, I think, you need to win him over. Let him see what he would be missing if he decides that this lifestyle isn’t for him.
I walk out the door and I see Zane leaning against his car with the contract in his hand, skimming over it. “See anything you like?” He looks up and then checks me over. He gets a really big sexy smile on his face.
“As a matter of fact I do.” He opens the door for me and closes it when im settled in. He slides into his seat and puts the contract on top of his visor.
“I actually ment with the contract, but thank you.” I smile and put my seat belt on.
“ Yeah from what I read, it looks pretty organized and right to the point.” He starts the car up and watches my smile as the engine comes to life. We drive the thirty minutes back into the city and he makes a quick stop to the rental place. We walk in, find a good romantic comedy, and get back in the car. Once we get to his apartment, we pop popcorn and settle in on his couch with his arm around my shoulders and me snuggled into him.
I take the phone into the bathroom with me incase he calls. I strip my clothes off and jump in the shower. Of course the phone rings when I have shampoo in my hair. “Hello?”
“Gabriella, Its Zane. I hope I didn’t wake you. Your message sounded urgent.”
“No, it wasn’t. I just wanted to discuss something with you tomorrow if that’s ok. Its nothing of major importance and its not anything horrible. Just had a great evening tonight and wanted to continue it over lunch.”
“Yeah, sure. Ill pick you up at eleven thirty.“ He pauses for a second and then his voice changes to a more serious tone. “I had a great time too.“ Another brief pause, and then as if he is smiling through the phone he says, “Ill see you tomorrow.”
“Ok, have a good night, bye.”
“Bye.”
I put the phone back on the counter and finish my shower. Since I know I wont be able to sleep knowing I am going to pop the contract on Zane tomorrow, I decide to find an outfit for tomorrow. I settle on a pair of cropped skinny jeans, a white tank top and a peach colored three quarter inch sleeved blazer with my peach colored four inch heels. It kind of says, “business flirty”. I leave the outfit hanging on the outside of my closet, then decide to crawl into bed and go to bed. It took me what felt like forever to finally fall to sleep. His lips felt like they were just lingering on mine for the first hour once I laid down. My mind kept on drifting about what I will do to him during our first fuck. I think that may be my problem. This kiss has me so hypnotized, I think I just need to fuck him and then I can finally not feel so giddy. Gabriella doesn’t do giddy. She does beatings and firm commands. That’s it, I just need to get him out of my system. Once I convinced myself that it was just a kiss and I needed to screw his brains out, I finally fall to sleep.
Obnoxious beeping about sent me flying off of my bed until I realized it was my alarm I forgot I set. Nine thirty. Just enough time to get around before my lunch date with Zane. After my daily routine of brushing my teeth, washing my face and applying my makeup, I start straightening my hair. Then I pull it all up into a long straight tight pony, get dressed with just enough time to grab a copy of my contract and seal it up in an envelope. I grab my teal Coach purse, load my wallet, contract, lip gloss, cell phone, keys and sunglasses into it just as someone knocks on my door. Zane. I put my purse on, unlock the door and open it to see Zane standing there in a pair of dark jeans, a tight light grey three button shirt and a denim jacket and sneakers. That man could make whitie tighties look good! “Good late morning beautiful!” He says, “Peach looks good on you! Are you ready?”
“Good morning to you too Zane.” I say with a seductive tone. “Thank you, and yes im all set.”
He keeps his hand on the small of my back the whole walk to his car. Then he proceeds to open my car door for me, shut it when im settled in and walks around to his side. I close my eyes and smile as he starts the car. “I don’t think I could ever get tired of seeing the look on your face when I start this car up.” I look over at him and he has such a boyish grin on his face making his dimples show. Calm down Gabriella, soon enough you will know what it feels like to be on top of those dimples.
“Im not so sure I could ever tire of hearing that purr. I think getting a Porsche is on my list of things to get.” Once you sign the contract and see its non negotiable. He grabs ahold of my hand, kisses my knuckles.
“I know a guy who could get you one at a really good price.” He says smiling.
“Oh I don’t know,” I say, “if it’s the one im thinking of, I hear hes a real deal jerker. I think I may check out eBay or the paper.”
“No not that jerk, im talking about the tall dark and handsome one that owns Liberty Porsche. I hear hes a pretty decent guy.”
“I wasn’t too impressed.” I smile and squeeze his hand.
Zane looks directly into my eyes and says, “He must not have tried hard enough.” Then gives just a small smile that reaches the tips of his eyes. This man is absolutely beautiful, he must be mine.
After thirty minutes on the road, traveling to a small suburb of the city, we pull into a dinner that looks directly from the fifties. Sits on a corner, booths with jukeboxes on the tables, a bar the whole length of the diner with round shiny stools lining it. There were even autographed pictures of big names on the wall. Marilyn Munroe, Elvis (of course), The cast of the Three Stooges, James Dean. Zane leads me to a booth in the back. I sit down on the black and red booth seat and begin to look over the menu in front of me. “This place is kinda cool isn’t it?” Zane asks as his eyes skim over the menu.
“This place looks pretty authentic actually. I mean, the upholstery looks updated but everything else looks like we’ve just walked in to the fifties.” The waitresses came out in poodle skirts with scarves in their hair and saddle shoes on. I almost wait for the Pink Ladies and the T-Birds to walk through the door.
“Yeah that’s what I love about this place.” He puts his menu down as if he has decided what he wants. “You don’t get some fake feeling of what the diners used to look like, this place was built around then and the family just kept it that way. I used to come here a lot with my parents. This is actually where they met, back in high school.”
I look around as he tells me this thinking of all of the history this place must hold and how many first dates happened here. “Is this where you used to take your high school girlfriends?” I say playfully.
“Actually, I don’t believe I have ever brought a girl here. So, you would be my first.” He looks around, trying to avoid eye contact. Well I believe we will be popping a lot of cherries here today. The waitress makes her way over to our table and tells us the special for the day. The chicken finger basket and a large shake for five dollars. Sounds pretty perfect to me. Zane orders us each one. I look around a bit to see if anyone is within hearing distance of us. The diner has about 3 other couples at the other end and a couple guys sitting at the bar across from the front door. I let out a deep breath, gather up my girly balls and decide that now is as good of a time as ever to bring Zane up to speed on my expectations.
“Ok, Zane, I am not really much for beating around the bush on important matters. So im just going to cut to the chase. Please follow along with me because what im about to say you may blow your mind or even cause you to think differently. I just want you to know that this isn’t something that needs to be decided on this very second, but I certainly hope you agree.” He looks absolutely confused, a bit terrified like I may ask him for an organ, and then he just says, “Okay.” I pull out the contract all folded nicely and sit it on my lap. I place my hands folded up on top of the table and begin. “I know that on what you call our ‘first date’, you asked me what I do for a living and I said that I am into investments.” He nods his head a little skeptically. “That is true, to a certain extent. I don’t play the stock market. I actually, “I take a deep breath, let it out. “I am a dominant.” I stop talking for a few seconds to let that sink in a little bit. His face stays kinda dormant for a couple seconds, then he looks at me as if he is seeing me for the first time.
“A dominant.” He says it like he is trying the word out for size. “ A female dominant? As in, whips, chains and handcuffs? Kind of like that Rihanna song?” Well at least he sort of gets it.
“Well not exactly. I mean yes I do use those things, but I don’t exactly do it each time. And its not always about sex. Its more along the lines of having a man belong to me. And not just in the emotional sense, more of the physical sense to. You know, to do with how I please.”
“You like to control men?” He looks a little entertained by the thought of this. This could be a good thing.
“Yes. I like to make them want me and take care of me.” He rolls that around in his head a little bit.
“Take care of you? How? In what ways?” Now he looks a bit confused.
“Well,” I say. “Of course sexually, but also financially and emotionally. To me, that is what men are for. To provide for the woman in their life. Men like to be the sole provider and I like to give that to them. In return, I take care of them sexually and emotionally. I don’t do relationships. I just like to fuck without strings attached.”
“So, you don’t expect anything out of these, uh, relations?” He looks a bit confused but definitely not scared.
“I don’t believe in marriage, a happily ever after or even just dating. I don’t want to have children and I don’t want to settle down. All I expect from my subs is to fuck when I say and how I say and in return then take care of my needs.”
“Financially?”
“Yes, financially.” He lets this all soak in a little bit. The waitress brings out food and shakes over and sits them down. I take a bite of a chicken finger and watch him as he eats his and thinks over what ive just said.
“So, where do I come into all of this? He takes a drink of his shake and directs his full attention to me.
“What I am hoping, is that you would like to become mine. As in, sign on the dotted line and hand over yourself to me.” I take a drink of my shake, grab for the contract off of my lap and slide it across the table to him. “This is my contract. Inside you will find all that I expect of you, sexually and financially. Some things are non-negotiable and others are. They are marked accordingly. The contract term lasts exactly ninety days from the date you sign. If at any time either of us decides this isn’t working or you want something more, we can bow out and go our separate ways. This is not a legally bound document, more of a protection plan. But once you sign it, you are mine and only mine. I promise not to take up all of your free time as I have a life as well. I will also see to if that we both get checked out before hand to ensure we are going into this healthy and safely. Your welcome to speak with my doctor at any time as well.” Zane looks a bit frazzled. I cant quite tell if its because I have offended him or that he is letting this whole thing sink into reality. “Please tell me what your thinking.”
“Well,” he starts” This definitely seems like a mans dream, to be with a girl sexually and for them to not expect feelings and roses. I think I may need to think this over. I mean, I really like you Gabriella, and I think what he have started is great. So your telling me, we just fuck, like all the time?”
“Not all the time. But a lot of the time. We can do other things as well, but know I am not looking for a relationship. Love isn’t my end game here.”
“And what if we fall in love?” He looks down at his French fries and plays with them a little bit. “Are you saying that we basically have sex with no feelings?”
“Yes that’s exactly what im saying. Feelings cause one to get hurt. Think of it as friends with benefits. And we can still go out and do things like we have been. Friends do those things don’t they?”
“Yeah I guess they do.” He grabs a few fries and shoves them into his mouth. We are silent for a little bit as we eat our food and finish off our milkshakes. I really want to know what he is thinking but im too afraid to push the issue. “How about we go rent a movie and go back to my place?” Sounds like the perfect time to sway his vote.
“Yeah sure. Let me just run to the ladies room and ill meet you outside.” I grab my purse and head to the bathroom. I do my deed, wash my hands and touch up my hair and lip gloss a bit. This is your chance Gabriella, I think, you need to win him over. Let him see what he would be missing if he decides that this lifestyle isn’t for him.
I walk out the door and I see Zane leaning against his car with the contract in his hand, skimming over it. “See anything you like?” He looks up and then checks me over. He gets a really big sexy smile on his face.
“As a matter of fact I do.” He opens the door for me and closes it when im settled in. He slides into his seat and puts the contract on top of his visor.
“I actually ment with the contract, but thank you.” I smile and put my seat belt on.
“ Yeah from what I read, it looks pretty organized and right to the point.” He starts the car up and watches my smile as the engine comes to life. We drive the thirty minutes back into the city and he makes a quick stop to the rental place. We walk in, find a good romantic comedy, and get back in the car. Once we get to his apartment, we pop popcorn and settle in on his couch with his arm around my shoulders and me snuggled into him.
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Chapter Six
We walk out to his car, Zane grabs for the keys but I pull my hand back. “Oh hell no! If you think you are going to drive this car while I still have possession of the keys you are dead wrong!” The car beeps as the doors unlock. I slide into the drivers seat and turn the ignition on and the car purrs to life. “That is one of the sexiest sounds ever.” Zanes head snaps to the left, stares at me for a second and then starts bursting into laughter. “Why is that so funny to you? Are you not as fond of that sound as I am?” His laughter slows down a bit.
“Oh yes I am certainly turned on by the sounds of a finely tuned engine like the next guy, but I definitely didn’t expect to hear those words come out of that prissy mouth of yours.” Prissy mouth? Ill show him prissy mouth when I put it over his… “I mean typically girls only care about the radio, if the heat works and if the color is gonna make their butt look too big.” He snaps me out of the thoughts I was having. It takes me a few seconds to realize what he just said.
“A car making their butt look too big? What the hell kind of women do you date? They sound like morons.” I pull out of the parking spot and head out of the parking garage and head towards the main road. “ Wait, let me guess. You go for the typical blonde hair, big boobs, air headed girls who wear tight mini skirts short enough to be considered underwear?” He snorts and then laughs again.
“What guy doesn’t like big boobs?” He says looking at me all innocent like. “ I don’t think ive ever come by a straight guy who wouldn’t go for a girl like you just described. But no, I don’t go for girls who dress like they just got done working the late night shift on the corner in Vegas. I prefer those my mom would be proud to serve dinner too. It may come as a shock to you but I happen to be a definite mamas boy. I know, these good looks mixed with my ability to cook and clean after myself wouldn’t say that but my mama didn’t raise no fool.” I give him a look of disgust.
“Oh please. You are a real piece of work, Zane.”
“Thanks!” He says all proud of himself. “So what is this place you are taking me to? I hope they sell beer, I can tell we are gonna need beer tonight if we are gonna come out of our skin. And by ‘we’ I mean ‘you’.” With that note, I hit the accelerator down and he pushes to the back of the seat. I crank the odometer up to flirt with 100mph. If he wants to see me let loose I will, my way. “Damn girl, you certainly feel awfully comfortable handling this monster at high speeds.” I smile seductively, wink and say, “Oh baby, this is not my first rodeo.”
We walk into the Game Time Sports Bar and I lead him straight to the bar. A bartender comes up to us and asks us if we would like to see a menu or if we are just their to order drinks. I tell him we would like to start off with two beers, what ever is on tap, and an order of wings. “Beer and wings, Gabriella? I see there are a lot I havent discovered about you. I wouldn’t have pegged you for a wings kind of girl. Don’t you know they can mess up a manicure?” The bartender sits down two coasters and two tall frosted mugs full of Miller Lite. I take a drink of my beer, lick my bottom lip, look up at Zane and say, “Ive got moves, you’ve never seen.”
After about two more beers we decide to order our burgers and a large fry to share. Zane orders a side of melted cheese for the fries as well. “So, about last night with me and the biker dudes. What exactly happened?”
“Im not sure you are ready to have this conversation, but if you insist. You must first know I have no coaching on this. I merely helped you up onto the bar and tables and then down from them so you didn’t tear your dress or break a heel.”
“Oh please, you don’t sound or look so innocent. I bet you took advantage of my weaken state and coached me into doing lots of things that night.”
“How was I to know you wouldn’t remember the next day, or that you didn’t normally do things like that? We just met a few hours before that!”
Good point. “Well at least you ensured my Jimmy Choos survived the night.”
“Your what? Is that some nickname for a body part or something? I don’t know girl slang. I promise you I didn’t touch your Jimmy Choos,” He says it like its some disease infested tissue he just picked up, “ Or your Gucci.” I instantly start laughing hysterically. Full on knee slapping, head thrown back, belly laugh.
“Oh geeze, hold on a minute while, oh my Lord. Did you really…That is definitely way too funny.” I grab a tissue from my leather clutch purse, and dab my eyes from the tears of laughing so hard. “Im sorry, but Jimmy Choos were the brand of heels I was wearing and Gucci is a brand as well. I didn’t have any Gucci’s to be saved that night but when I do I will rest easy knowing you will take care of it.” I take a drink from my beer as I think of what exactly he though I ment when I referred to my heels. “What did you think I was referring to when I thanked you for the care of my Jimmy Choos?” His cheeks get a bit red. He chugs the last half of his beer and one handed signals the bartender for a refill.
“Well sometimes girls name their, you know.”
“Breasts.” I say actually saying the word he left hanging in the balance.
“Yes, breasts. And I wasn’t sure if that was what you were referring to.”
“I actually havent really though of naming them, but Jimmy Choos isn’t a horrible name I guess. And I have to know then, what would have been my ‘Gucci’, unless what im thinking is right.”
He grabs the mug that the bartender sets down and as he takes a drink he says into the mug, “Vagina.” Then looks towards the ceiling to see if it has fallen on him yet due to his embarrassment.
“Now that I will most certainly take as a compliment! I don’t believe I have ever had my vagina called Gucci. That is an honor!” I giggle a little.
“When the hell did this turn into ‘embarrass Zane time’? This night is supposed to be about you finding out what happened during the few hours you lost last night. Don’t think you are gonna distract me from telling you all the details of how you almost motor boated a man on a jazzy chair!”
“There is no way that happened! You had better be lying about that!” I slap my hand down on the bar but of course nobody notices because everyone is watching the game on the large flat screen Tvs placed strategically around the room and loudly proclaiming how shitty that last play went.
“Ok so maybe he wasn’t in the jazzy chair at that point, but that was most certainly his ride there and home. Yes, I definitely pulled you off of his table. I cut you off at that point.”
“Well when did the biker guys come into play?”
“I don’t remember the exact moment, but I remember that there was a Britney Spears song playing and you were going nuts!”
“Yeah, I have a thing for nineties pop music.”
“Oh I could tell! You just kept on saying, ‘This is my jam.’ and dancing like you were from some rejected dance party tape. It was definitely entertaining. The biker guys were encouraging you to pull a Coyote Ugly and dance on the bar. You decided it was a good idea. I must say, that hip sway shimmy thing you did was pretty damn sexy though. Did you take dance classes or something as a kid? Maybe a striptease class? Anyways, so you get on top of the bar, start dancing like your earning singles, dancing really bad along with the song. Once it ended a Journey song came on and you encouraged all of the bikers guys to sing along to the words with you. Then I helped you down and directed you to the bathrooms. You were in there for a while, so I asked one of the female bartenders to check on you. She brought you back out. She said you were mumbling something about tying up something and beating it into the mirror when she walked in. Then when I went to ask you what the hell that ment, some other song came on that you insisted was ’your jam’ and then you headed for the table with a bunch of people around it, climbed up on top of it and started swaying and bopping to the music.”
“Ok, I believe that was enough of that story. Im not so sure I believe any of what you just said,” Except about the tying up and beating part “But whatever you say, Zane.” At that, the waitress comes out and sets down our burgers and fries along with Zane’s cheese dip. “Cheese is probably one of the best compliments to French fries ever.”
“I agree! Ketchup is good too and barbeque sauce, but I think they take away from the goodness of the fry. Cheese just adds to it.”
“My thoughts exactly.” Zane takes a bite out of his burger and makes a deep throated moan. My head instantly snaps up to find what has made him make that delicious sound. He looks at me as if to say “what?”
“This burger is absolutely orgasmic! I can see why you suggested this place!”
“Well that explains the noise you made, do you need a moment to clean yourself up, or would you like to wait until you have finished your burger?” I chuckle a bit and then take a bite from mine.
“Oh like you don’t think the same thing. I have to know what seasonings they put in this. I can taste onions and possibly garlic, but im not sure.” He examines the meat as if it will speak to him if he looks hard enough.
“Max is a man who will not give away his secret recipe. Trust me, I have tried to beat it out of him before.” Max, the owner of the sports bar, was an old sub of mine. I actually met him here at his bar over a burger. He didn’t last too long but like most of my subs, we remained friends. He more or less was just looking for a good time and someone who would fuck him on his prepping table. It wasn’t the most comfortable place to work with, but it was definitely a memorable one.
“So this Max im guessing is the owner or the chef, and you know him well?”
“We are old friends. Yes, he is the owner slash chef. He was really into sports in high school and got a full scholarship to a top college and decided to take culinary arts as his major. Thus the amazing food in a sports bar. He loves to make fine cuisine food, but I think people would shy away from caviar in a sports bar.”
“I used to dabble a bit in sports myself when I was younger.”
“Dabble?! What a weird choice of words.”
“Well gym class mainly, I was pretty kick ass with a parachute.” He takes a gulp of his beer and slams it down like he is proud of his masculinity. I start laughing.
“That was one of my favorite things to do in gym class when I was in elementary school. I loved when you bring it up and then when you bring it down you..”
“Sit on the edges? That dome it makes was like the greatest thing ever!”
“Hell yes! You feel so small inside of it!” I take another bite of my burger and then the bartender comes over to see if we need refills on our beers. “So no other sports outside of gym?”
“Nah, I was an awkward child growing up. It wasn’t until I graduated from college that I even knew what to make of my body.”
“Well it certainly has become of you! I mean, you figured out what to do with it rather well.” Seriously Gabriella? Snap the hell out of it. Slow down. “I didn’t mean to sound shallow.” Zane looks down at himself and shrugs his shoulders.
“I guess you could say that. I started working out to stop looking so nerdy, but then it just became a nice way to detox from the day. And shallow is definitely not something I would use to describe you.” He looks directly into my eyes as he says that last part. Every nerve ending in my body suddenly goes on alert. I then realize I havent let out my breath and it comes out loudly.
“We-well, is that so?” I said and he nods. “Well thank you Zane.” I take a sip of my beer and look around the room trying not to look back at his face until I can regain my courage. “I think this is going to be my last beer of the night. I can see myself reliving last night if I don’t stop soon. Plus, its getting late.”
“Yeah I agree. Ill grab the check and ill meet you by the door.” What a gentleman. I take one last drink, grab my clutch off the bar and walk for the door.
Outside, Zane grabs for my hand and I let him. “Sorry, was that too forward? Im not ever sure if that’s second date appropriate.”
“Second date? Hardly. I do believe this is our first.”
“Um, last night counted in my book. Not to mention, you slept over at my place! That’s usually like six or at least date seven stuff right there.”
“I would hardly consider me sleeping on your couch as a sleepover. I passed out and your couch happen to have been there.” I push him away playfully.
“Is that what we are going with?” He laughs and comes back to my side and reaches for my hand again. His hands are so soft and he has such long fingers. Definitely sexy hands. I long to kiss his fingertips but he snaps me back to reality.
“Im driving this time madam.” He opens my car door for me and closes the door once I get settled. I look around his car and see that there isn’t a lot of leg room in a Porsche but I must fuck in one. Its on my bucket list. But ill save that for another night. I don’t want to scare him away on our “second” date. Zane gets in and starts the car up. I smile when I hear the purr of the engine.
Once we get to my condo, he opens my car door again and helps me out of the car. I don’t even have to remind him to be a gentleman. I really need this man to be mine. He keeps ahold of my hand as we walk to my condo. We reach my door and we both stop in front of it. “Tonight was a fun night. I feel like we definitely got to know more about each other.”
“Yes, I have always wanted to know what kind of food is orgasmic and what I should name my naughty parts.”
“Naughty parts?” He laughs. “What a great choice of words.” He is silent for a few seconds and then says, “I really want to kiss you Gabriella, would that be ok with you?” His lips look so sexy, I definitely would like more than to just kiss those luscious lips, but another night.
“I would like that very much Zane.” With that, he leans in slowly and pulls his hands up my body slowly, puts his hands on either side of my face and tilts it up towards his. Our lips meet gracefully. He pulls back slowly smiling, then he comes even closer to me and kisses me a little harder, making my hands rub up his body and wrapping around his neck. Every single nerve ending in my body is on high alert and I could just thrown him down here in front of my door and fuck him. Then he pulls back slowly again, kisses my forehead and says, “Until next time Gabriella, have a wonderful night. Sweet dreams.” Then he walks back to his car.
“Oh yes I am certainly turned on by the sounds of a finely tuned engine like the next guy, but I definitely didn’t expect to hear those words come out of that prissy mouth of yours.” Prissy mouth? Ill show him prissy mouth when I put it over his… “I mean typically girls only care about the radio, if the heat works and if the color is gonna make their butt look too big.” He snaps me out of the thoughts I was having. It takes me a few seconds to realize what he just said.
“A car making their butt look too big? What the hell kind of women do you date? They sound like morons.” I pull out of the parking spot and head out of the parking garage and head towards the main road. “ Wait, let me guess. You go for the typical blonde hair, big boobs, air headed girls who wear tight mini skirts short enough to be considered underwear?” He snorts and then laughs again.
“What guy doesn’t like big boobs?” He says looking at me all innocent like. “ I don’t think ive ever come by a straight guy who wouldn’t go for a girl like you just described. But no, I don’t go for girls who dress like they just got done working the late night shift on the corner in Vegas. I prefer those my mom would be proud to serve dinner too. It may come as a shock to you but I happen to be a definite mamas boy. I know, these good looks mixed with my ability to cook and clean after myself wouldn’t say that but my mama didn’t raise no fool.” I give him a look of disgust.
“Oh please. You are a real piece of work, Zane.”
“Thanks!” He says all proud of himself. “So what is this place you are taking me to? I hope they sell beer, I can tell we are gonna need beer tonight if we are gonna come out of our skin. And by ‘we’ I mean ‘you’.” With that note, I hit the accelerator down and he pushes to the back of the seat. I crank the odometer up to flirt with 100mph. If he wants to see me let loose I will, my way. “Damn girl, you certainly feel awfully comfortable handling this monster at high speeds.” I smile seductively, wink and say, “Oh baby, this is not my first rodeo.”
We walk into the Game Time Sports Bar and I lead him straight to the bar. A bartender comes up to us and asks us if we would like to see a menu or if we are just their to order drinks. I tell him we would like to start off with two beers, what ever is on tap, and an order of wings. “Beer and wings, Gabriella? I see there are a lot I havent discovered about you. I wouldn’t have pegged you for a wings kind of girl. Don’t you know they can mess up a manicure?” The bartender sits down two coasters and two tall frosted mugs full of Miller Lite. I take a drink of my beer, lick my bottom lip, look up at Zane and say, “Ive got moves, you’ve never seen.”
After about two more beers we decide to order our burgers and a large fry to share. Zane orders a side of melted cheese for the fries as well. “So, about last night with me and the biker dudes. What exactly happened?”
“Im not sure you are ready to have this conversation, but if you insist. You must first know I have no coaching on this. I merely helped you up onto the bar and tables and then down from them so you didn’t tear your dress or break a heel.”
“Oh please, you don’t sound or look so innocent. I bet you took advantage of my weaken state and coached me into doing lots of things that night.”
“How was I to know you wouldn’t remember the next day, or that you didn’t normally do things like that? We just met a few hours before that!”
Good point. “Well at least you ensured my Jimmy Choos survived the night.”
“Your what? Is that some nickname for a body part or something? I don’t know girl slang. I promise you I didn’t touch your Jimmy Choos,” He says it like its some disease infested tissue he just picked up, “ Or your Gucci.” I instantly start laughing hysterically. Full on knee slapping, head thrown back, belly laugh.
“Oh geeze, hold on a minute while, oh my Lord. Did you really…That is definitely way too funny.” I grab a tissue from my leather clutch purse, and dab my eyes from the tears of laughing so hard. “Im sorry, but Jimmy Choos were the brand of heels I was wearing and Gucci is a brand as well. I didn’t have any Gucci’s to be saved that night but when I do I will rest easy knowing you will take care of it.” I take a drink from my beer as I think of what exactly he though I ment when I referred to my heels. “What did you think I was referring to when I thanked you for the care of my Jimmy Choos?” His cheeks get a bit red. He chugs the last half of his beer and one handed signals the bartender for a refill.
“Well sometimes girls name their, you know.”
“Breasts.” I say actually saying the word he left hanging in the balance.
“Yes, breasts. And I wasn’t sure if that was what you were referring to.”
“I actually havent really though of naming them, but Jimmy Choos isn’t a horrible name I guess. And I have to know then, what would have been my ‘Gucci’, unless what im thinking is right.”
He grabs the mug that the bartender sets down and as he takes a drink he says into the mug, “Vagina.” Then looks towards the ceiling to see if it has fallen on him yet due to his embarrassment.
“Now that I will most certainly take as a compliment! I don’t believe I have ever had my vagina called Gucci. That is an honor!” I giggle a little.
“When the hell did this turn into ‘embarrass Zane time’? This night is supposed to be about you finding out what happened during the few hours you lost last night. Don’t think you are gonna distract me from telling you all the details of how you almost motor boated a man on a jazzy chair!”
“There is no way that happened! You had better be lying about that!” I slap my hand down on the bar but of course nobody notices because everyone is watching the game on the large flat screen Tvs placed strategically around the room and loudly proclaiming how shitty that last play went.
“Ok so maybe he wasn’t in the jazzy chair at that point, but that was most certainly his ride there and home. Yes, I definitely pulled you off of his table. I cut you off at that point.”
“Well when did the biker guys come into play?”
“I don’t remember the exact moment, but I remember that there was a Britney Spears song playing and you were going nuts!”
“Yeah, I have a thing for nineties pop music.”
“Oh I could tell! You just kept on saying, ‘This is my jam.’ and dancing like you were from some rejected dance party tape. It was definitely entertaining. The biker guys were encouraging you to pull a Coyote Ugly and dance on the bar. You decided it was a good idea. I must say, that hip sway shimmy thing you did was pretty damn sexy though. Did you take dance classes or something as a kid? Maybe a striptease class? Anyways, so you get on top of the bar, start dancing like your earning singles, dancing really bad along with the song. Once it ended a Journey song came on and you encouraged all of the bikers guys to sing along to the words with you. Then I helped you down and directed you to the bathrooms. You were in there for a while, so I asked one of the female bartenders to check on you. She brought you back out. She said you were mumbling something about tying up something and beating it into the mirror when she walked in. Then when I went to ask you what the hell that ment, some other song came on that you insisted was ’your jam’ and then you headed for the table with a bunch of people around it, climbed up on top of it and started swaying and bopping to the music.”
“Ok, I believe that was enough of that story. Im not so sure I believe any of what you just said,” Except about the tying up and beating part “But whatever you say, Zane.” At that, the waitress comes out and sets down our burgers and fries along with Zane’s cheese dip. “Cheese is probably one of the best compliments to French fries ever.”
“I agree! Ketchup is good too and barbeque sauce, but I think they take away from the goodness of the fry. Cheese just adds to it.”
“My thoughts exactly.” Zane takes a bite out of his burger and makes a deep throated moan. My head instantly snaps up to find what has made him make that delicious sound. He looks at me as if to say “what?”
“This burger is absolutely orgasmic! I can see why you suggested this place!”
“Well that explains the noise you made, do you need a moment to clean yourself up, or would you like to wait until you have finished your burger?” I chuckle a bit and then take a bite from mine.
“Oh like you don’t think the same thing. I have to know what seasonings they put in this. I can taste onions and possibly garlic, but im not sure.” He examines the meat as if it will speak to him if he looks hard enough.
“Max is a man who will not give away his secret recipe. Trust me, I have tried to beat it out of him before.” Max, the owner of the sports bar, was an old sub of mine. I actually met him here at his bar over a burger. He didn’t last too long but like most of my subs, we remained friends. He more or less was just looking for a good time and someone who would fuck him on his prepping table. It wasn’t the most comfortable place to work with, but it was definitely a memorable one.
“So this Max im guessing is the owner or the chef, and you know him well?”
“We are old friends. Yes, he is the owner slash chef. He was really into sports in high school and got a full scholarship to a top college and decided to take culinary arts as his major. Thus the amazing food in a sports bar. He loves to make fine cuisine food, but I think people would shy away from caviar in a sports bar.”
“I used to dabble a bit in sports myself when I was younger.”
“Dabble?! What a weird choice of words.”
“Well gym class mainly, I was pretty kick ass with a parachute.” He takes a gulp of his beer and slams it down like he is proud of his masculinity. I start laughing.
“That was one of my favorite things to do in gym class when I was in elementary school. I loved when you bring it up and then when you bring it down you..”
“Sit on the edges? That dome it makes was like the greatest thing ever!”
“Hell yes! You feel so small inside of it!” I take another bite of my burger and then the bartender comes over to see if we need refills on our beers. “So no other sports outside of gym?”
“Nah, I was an awkward child growing up. It wasn’t until I graduated from college that I even knew what to make of my body.”
“Well it certainly has become of you! I mean, you figured out what to do with it rather well.” Seriously Gabriella? Snap the hell out of it. Slow down. “I didn’t mean to sound shallow.” Zane looks down at himself and shrugs his shoulders.
“I guess you could say that. I started working out to stop looking so nerdy, but then it just became a nice way to detox from the day. And shallow is definitely not something I would use to describe you.” He looks directly into my eyes as he says that last part. Every nerve ending in my body suddenly goes on alert. I then realize I havent let out my breath and it comes out loudly.
“We-well, is that so?” I said and he nods. “Well thank you Zane.” I take a sip of my beer and look around the room trying not to look back at his face until I can regain my courage. “I think this is going to be my last beer of the night. I can see myself reliving last night if I don’t stop soon. Plus, its getting late.”
“Yeah I agree. Ill grab the check and ill meet you by the door.” What a gentleman. I take one last drink, grab my clutch off the bar and walk for the door.
Outside, Zane grabs for my hand and I let him. “Sorry, was that too forward? Im not ever sure if that’s second date appropriate.”
“Second date? Hardly. I do believe this is our first.”
“Um, last night counted in my book. Not to mention, you slept over at my place! That’s usually like six or at least date seven stuff right there.”
“I would hardly consider me sleeping on your couch as a sleepover. I passed out and your couch happen to have been there.” I push him away playfully.
“Is that what we are going with?” He laughs and comes back to my side and reaches for my hand again. His hands are so soft and he has such long fingers. Definitely sexy hands. I long to kiss his fingertips but he snaps me back to reality.
“Im driving this time madam.” He opens my car door for me and closes the door once I get settled. I look around his car and see that there isn’t a lot of leg room in a Porsche but I must fuck in one. Its on my bucket list. But ill save that for another night. I don’t want to scare him away on our “second” date. Zane gets in and starts the car up. I smile when I hear the purr of the engine.
Once we get to my condo, he opens my car door again and helps me out of the car. I don’t even have to remind him to be a gentleman. I really need this man to be mine. He keeps ahold of my hand as we walk to my condo. We reach my door and we both stop in front of it. “Tonight was a fun night. I feel like we definitely got to know more about each other.”
“Yes, I have always wanted to know what kind of food is orgasmic and what I should name my naughty parts.”
“Naughty parts?” He laughs. “What a great choice of words.” He is silent for a few seconds and then says, “I really want to kiss you Gabriella, would that be ok with you?” His lips look so sexy, I definitely would like more than to just kiss those luscious lips, but another night.
“I would like that very much Zane.” With that, he leans in slowly and pulls his hands up my body slowly, puts his hands on either side of my face and tilts it up towards his. Our lips meet gracefully. He pulls back slowly smiling, then he comes even closer to me and kisses me a little harder, making my hands rub up his body and wrapping around his neck. Every single nerve ending in my body is on high alert and I could just thrown him down here in front of my door and fuck him. Then he pulls back slowly again, kisses my forehead and says, “Until next time Gabriella, have a wonderful night. Sweet dreams.” Then he walks back to his car.
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
Chapter Five
Driving down my moms street jamming to old school Backstreet Boys in a bright yellow Porsche is definitely an eye grabber. Especially since she lives in a Podunk part of the city where typically cars like this only come down if they have been stolen and are in hot pursuit by NYPD. So to see someone driving sort of the speed limit and jamming out to a nineties boy band is quite odd. Her neighbors are sitting on their porches smoking cigarettes and drinking their lunches with paper fans as I drive up to the front of her house. They just stare as I get out of the super sexy car, lock it and stroll into my moms house. Its not too bad of a place, could use a lot of cosmetic work but mom never lets me take care of her except when we go shopping. “Whoa Gabby, what job do you have now that gives Porsches as a company car?” She steps down onto the first step of her staircase and continues down the steps. My mom has always been my rock and my savior. Sure we have been through a lot together through the years, what with all of her asshole drunk men, but she always comes out of it a better person somehow.
“Oh, that, well its actually on loan for right now. Im not sure if ill get to keep it yet! Plus I don’t wanna tell you all the details yet until I know I can keep it.”
“Well holy shit,!“ Mom said “I wanna work there! I bet that thing could go a hundred easy without even trying!”
“I got it to 120 on the way here, I didn’t want to break it though.” I have a thing for hot cars and to be able to drive a Porsche has always been a fantasy of mine. I’ve had lots of cars given to me by my subs, but never a Porsche. “So, I was thinking we would go to that cute little deli down the block for lunch and then hit the Manhattan Mall to do some retail therapy!” Mom recently broke it off with some loser who worked for the subway system. He was a major drunk, as most turn out to be, and was beating on my mom. She had had enough and threw him out. So shopping is what we do in between her men.
“I got a coupon for Aeropostale in my email for 20% off.” Mom said as shes digging her keys out of her purse. “so I definitely wanna go there. Also I need some new soap and lotion, I bet a new pair of shoes wouldn’t be so bad too.”
“Don’t worry mom, I have all day, we can hit all of the stores today. I have to stop at Toys R Us on the way through to get Anna’s birthday gift. What the hell do you get a kid who has it all?” Have I mentioned how much I despise childrens birthday parties?
Putting on her sneakers mom says, “How about a Justin Bieber doll? I hear he is all the rage now-a-days. He is on all of those celebrity news shows. Or maybe a new bike.”
“I don’t know. I guess I’ll figure something out when I get there. Ready?”
We pull in front of the corner deli a few blocks from moms house, go in and order two turkey and swiss small subs. After mom tries a couple of times to set me up with the guy behind the counter and makes perverted remarks about the large meat in his hands and the way he spreads the buns, we sit at a table by the door. The poor guy was trying so hard not to die of embarrassment and laugh at the same time. That’s my mom though, always making perverted comments and trying to set me up. I tend to shy away from those my mom thinks would be “good for me” because they tend to be what she goes for. Drunk, worthless, lazy assholes. She tried setting me up with a woman once because she was sure I was a lesbian because I wont go for guys she picks out. After we finish our subs, we load back into the Porsche and head downtown Manhattan to the mall. I don’t get to reach 120mph due to the lunch traffic.
After parking the car in the parking garage, we head straight for JC Pennys. My mom finds some really cute strappy sandals and a knee length summer dress to go with it. I grab a couple pairs of shorts and tank tops to go with them and a new pair of sandals. As we walk out of JC Pennys, we head straight to Victorias Secrets. This is the best place to buy panties. I have never owned a pair of thongs that were so comfortable. Not to mention a bra that holds my girls the way they do. I tend not to buy my lingerie from the stores for fear of my friends finding me there, I do all of my naughty bit shopping on their online store. After spending a fortune on a new bikini and panties, we walk out to head to the next money pit. Four hours later we decide we have had enough retail therapy and head to Starbucks to refuel and then head to Toys R Us.
I must admit, the humongous carousal in the middle of the store is a little weird, but this store is pretty awesome. I never had things like this when I was little. We lived in a trailer outside of the city and I always got hand me downs from cousins and toys from yard sales. This kind of took me back. Actual Barbies with all of their hair and original clothes. Power Wheels, I always wanted a Barbie pink convertible. Board games with all of the pieces instead of rocks. This place makes me want to buy one of everything for Anna. I end up settling on a three story Barbie house, a Barbie car and a few Barbies to go with it all.
I drop mom off with promises of picking her up for Anna’s party and to call her later on. I pull back into my designated parking spot at my condo, grab all of my bags and head up to my place to start unpacking my goodies. As I round the corner to my condo, I see a vase full of daisies of various colors sitting on the floor in front of my door. I drop the bags and rush to the vase to read the card.
“Flowers only seemed appropriate for my pleasure in watching you shake that ass for those biker dudes. -Zane”
Seriously? Me shake my ass for biker guys? I don’t remember that at all. Fucking alcohol. I grab my beautiful flowers and grab my keys to unlock my door as im smelling them. I throw my keys on the stand by the door, put the vase on the island in the kitchen, push play on the answering machine and go for the rest of my bags. I have two missed calls. “Hello there pretty lady, its Zane. I hope you don’t mind, I got your number from my cousin. I thought id cash in on the ‘another time’ you promised me last night. Maybe we could go out for burgers or something. No alcohol involved this time. I definitely don’t want to have to pull you off of the tables again. Anyways, my number is 555-9268.” I don’t think he is ever going to let me live last night down. The second message is from Trevor. “Hello Gabriella, I heard you had quite an evening with Zane,” he chuckles a bit,”I hope you didn’t mind, but I gave him your number. Im not sure if he will call or not, but he seemed quite interested in you. He is a great guy. Just please, uh, just please go easy on him Gabriella. Well anyways, ill talk to you later.” Oh Trevor, you know I don’t do easy. Zane seems like I could have a lot of fun with him. I pick up the phone and punch in Zane’s number.
“Hello?”
“Hello Zane, Its Gabriella. Thank you for the flowers, they were completely unexpected and beautiful . Although I have no idea what you are referring to in the card.”
“ Your welcome. I wasn’t sure what color you liked, so I just told them one of everything. I was worried they wouldn’t get to you. I tried to get your address from Trevor but he said he would just tell the flower shop where to send them. So I settled for your phone number. Now as for the story, I refuse to allow that conversation to take place over the phone. That is something I must see your face for. Did you get my message?”
“Yes, yes I did. Um, burgers sound good. I guess if your free tonight we could go then. I know a great place we could go to.”
“How is seven o’clock? Id say I would pick you up, but you kind of have my car.”
“Well I will pick you up at seven sharp. Dress casual.”
“Always so bossy.” You have no idea. I hang up and begin going though my closet for something casual sexy for Gabriella to wear. After a long deliberation and a huge pile of clothes on my bed of unsuitable outfits I finally decide on a pair of dark skinny jeans with a lose fitting cream colored shirt with gold sequins on the shoulders, gold peep toe pumps, small gold dangling earrings and my hair in a lose sloppy fishtail braid to one side with lose tendrils loosely curled around my face. I danced with the idea of bringing a copy of the contract with me and then decided not to incase tonight didn’t go as well as last night. I think after two nights in a row of being together is going too fast. Maybe if we do lunch tomorrow ill reconsider.
I pull up to his apartment complex at exactly six fifty five. I lock up the car, and begin the hike up to his apartment. I don’t even get one knock in on the door and he opens it. Wearing faded denim jeans with a button down flannel shirt, rolled sleeves and a grey shirt on underneath , cowboy boots and a smile that made my non existing panties melt. “Wow! Gabriella, you certainly dirty down nice! I mean, you look breathtaking last night at the gala, but I do believe casual suits you much much better.” Keep it up buddy and youre going to find out exactly how dirty this girl can get. It took all of my self control not to rip his clothes off of him.
“Thank you Zane. I would have to agree as well, You look great tonight too.” Looking down as his boots, “ Cowboy boots?”
He looks down and shrugs his shoulders. “What can I say, they look good with these jeans. And I hear some women like a man in cowboy boots.” Images instantly shoot in my mind of myself on top of him, riding him like a horse in his cowboy boots with a belt and a huge buckle on it and a cowboy hat . Definitely must agree about that!
“Oh is that the new fad these days?” Snapping out of that fantasy. “Well shall we go eat?”
“Oh, that, well its actually on loan for right now. Im not sure if ill get to keep it yet! Plus I don’t wanna tell you all the details yet until I know I can keep it.”
“Well holy shit,!“ Mom said “I wanna work there! I bet that thing could go a hundred easy without even trying!”
“I got it to 120 on the way here, I didn’t want to break it though.” I have a thing for hot cars and to be able to drive a Porsche has always been a fantasy of mine. I’ve had lots of cars given to me by my subs, but never a Porsche. “So, I was thinking we would go to that cute little deli down the block for lunch and then hit the Manhattan Mall to do some retail therapy!” Mom recently broke it off with some loser who worked for the subway system. He was a major drunk, as most turn out to be, and was beating on my mom. She had had enough and threw him out. So shopping is what we do in between her men.
“I got a coupon for Aeropostale in my email for 20% off.” Mom said as shes digging her keys out of her purse. “so I definitely wanna go there. Also I need some new soap and lotion, I bet a new pair of shoes wouldn’t be so bad too.”
“Don’t worry mom, I have all day, we can hit all of the stores today. I have to stop at Toys R Us on the way through to get Anna’s birthday gift. What the hell do you get a kid who has it all?” Have I mentioned how much I despise childrens birthday parties?
Putting on her sneakers mom says, “How about a Justin Bieber doll? I hear he is all the rage now-a-days. He is on all of those celebrity news shows. Or maybe a new bike.”
“I don’t know. I guess I’ll figure something out when I get there. Ready?”
We pull in front of the corner deli a few blocks from moms house, go in and order two turkey and swiss small subs. After mom tries a couple of times to set me up with the guy behind the counter and makes perverted remarks about the large meat in his hands and the way he spreads the buns, we sit at a table by the door. The poor guy was trying so hard not to die of embarrassment and laugh at the same time. That’s my mom though, always making perverted comments and trying to set me up. I tend to shy away from those my mom thinks would be “good for me” because they tend to be what she goes for. Drunk, worthless, lazy assholes. She tried setting me up with a woman once because she was sure I was a lesbian because I wont go for guys she picks out. After we finish our subs, we load back into the Porsche and head downtown Manhattan to the mall. I don’t get to reach 120mph due to the lunch traffic.
After parking the car in the parking garage, we head straight for JC Pennys. My mom finds some really cute strappy sandals and a knee length summer dress to go with it. I grab a couple pairs of shorts and tank tops to go with them and a new pair of sandals. As we walk out of JC Pennys, we head straight to Victorias Secrets. This is the best place to buy panties. I have never owned a pair of thongs that were so comfortable. Not to mention a bra that holds my girls the way they do. I tend not to buy my lingerie from the stores for fear of my friends finding me there, I do all of my naughty bit shopping on their online store. After spending a fortune on a new bikini and panties, we walk out to head to the next money pit. Four hours later we decide we have had enough retail therapy and head to Starbucks to refuel and then head to Toys R Us.
I must admit, the humongous carousal in the middle of the store is a little weird, but this store is pretty awesome. I never had things like this when I was little. We lived in a trailer outside of the city and I always got hand me downs from cousins and toys from yard sales. This kind of took me back. Actual Barbies with all of their hair and original clothes. Power Wheels, I always wanted a Barbie pink convertible. Board games with all of the pieces instead of rocks. This place makes me want to buy one of everything for Anna. I end up settling on a three story Barbie house, a Barbie car and a few Barbies to go with it all.
I drop mom off with promises of picking her up for Anna’s party and to call her later on. I pull back into my designated parking spot at my condo, grab all of my bags and head up to my place to start unpacking my goodies. As I round the corner to my condo, I see a vase full of daisies of various colors sitting on the floor in front of my door. I drop the bags and rush to the vase to read the card.
“Flowers only seemed appropriate for my pleasure in watching you shake that ass for those biker dudes. -Zane”
Seriously? Me shake my ass for biker guys? I don’t remember that at all. Fucking alcohol. I grab my beautiful flowers and grab my keys to unlock my door as im smelling them. I throw my keys on the stand by the door, put the vase on the island in the kitchen, push play on the answering machine and go for the rest of my bags. I have two missed calls. “Hello there pretty lady, its Zane. I hope you don’t mind, I got your number from my cousin. I thought id cash in on the ‘another time’ you promised me last night. Maybe we could go out for burgers or something. No alcohol involved this time. I definitely don’t want to have to pull you off of the tables again. Anyways, my number is 555-9268.” I don’t think he is ever going to let me live last night down. The second message is from Trevor. “Hello Gabriella, I heard you had quite an evening with Zane,” he chuckles a bit,”I hope you didn’t mind, but I gave him your number. Im not sure if he will call or not, but he seemed quite interested in you. He is a great guy. Just please, uh, just please go easy on him Gabriella. Well anyways, ill talk to you later.” Oh Trevor, you know I don’t do easy. Zane seems like I could have a lot of fun with him. I pick up the phone and punch in Zane’s number.
“Hello?”
“Hello Zane, Its Gabriella. Thank you for the flowers, they were completely unexpected and beautiful . Although I have no idea what you are referring to in the card.”
“ Your welcome. I wasn’t sure what color you liked, so I just told them one of everything. I was worried they wouldn’t get to you. I tried to get your address from Trevor but he said he would just tell the flower shop where to send them. So I settled for your phone number. Now as for the story, I refuse to allow that conversation to take place over the phone. That is something I must see your face for. Did you get my message?”
“Yes, yes I did. Um, burgers sound good. I guess if your free tonight we could go then. I know a great place we could go to.”
“How is seven o’clock? Id say I would pick you up, but you kind of have my car.”
“Well I will pick you up at seven sharp. Dress casual.”
“Always so bossy.” You have no idea. I hang up and begin going though my closet for something casual sexy for Gabriella to wear. After a long deliberation and a huge pile of clothes on my bed of unsuitable outfits I finally decide on a pair of dark skinny jeans with a lose fitting cream colored shirt with gold sequins on the shoulders, gold peep toe pumps, small gold dangling earrings and my hair in a lose sloppy fishtail braid to one side with lose tendrils loosely curled around my face. I danced with the idea of bringing a copy of the contract with me and then decided not to incase tonight didn’t go as well as last night. I think after two nights in a row of being together is going too fast. Maybe if we do lunch tomorrow ill reconsider.
I pull up to his apartment complex at exactly six fifty five. I lock up the car, and begin the hike up to his apartment. I don’t even get one knock in on the door and he opens it. Wearing faded denim jeans with a button down flannel shirt, rolled sleeves and a grey shirt on underneath , cowboy boots and a smile that made my non existing panties melt. “Wow! Gabriella, you certainly dirty down nice! I mean, you look breathtaking last night at the gala, but I do believe casual suits you much much better.” Keep it up buddy and youre going to find out exactly how dirty this girl can get. It took all of my self control not to rip his clothes off of him.
“Thank you Zane. I would have to agree as well, You look great tonight too.” Looking down as his boots, “ Cowboy boots?”
He looks down and shrugs his shoulders. “What can I say, they look good with these jeans. And I hear some women like a man in cowboy boots.” Images instantly shoot in my mind of myself on top of him, riding him like a horse in his cowboy boots with a belt and a huge buckle on it and a cowboy hat . Definitely must agree about that!
“Oh is that the new fad these days?” Snapping out of that fantasy. “Well shall we go eat?”
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Chapter Four
Dreams while you’ve had uncounted glasses of alcohol that could chip paint are just completely fucked up. Dancing on bars after being carried off to wonderland with prince charming, rubbing fat bellies of hairy bikers, rolling around the yellow brick road while singing “Like A Virgin” and peeing on parking meters next to Pongo from 101 Dalmatians.
I open my eyes to the smell of pancakes and the sound of bacon sizzling. Looking around I quickly realize I am definitely not in my apartment. This habitat contains an Xbox, a humungous television, a very worn in recliner dating back to the seventies at least, and posters of half naked chicks hanging up. Did I seriously go home with a different guy last night? No, no, I don’t remember even talking to another guy except Zane. This has to be Zanes apartment. I sit up, cautiously observe my surrounds a bit more to see where Zane is. I can hear cooking sounds but im not quite sure where they are coming from. I get up, turn around and walk towards the half wall behind the couch. “Well good morning beautiful! Didn’t mean to wake you but since your up take some of these Tylenol pills and here is a glass of water.” He hands me a luke warm glass of water and 3 pills. I look at him a little confused and then my head instantly starts pounding and I feel as though I am going to throw up. “Oh, uh, bathroom is down that hall there, last door on the right.” Holding my hand over my mouth and stomach I rush down the hall and into the last door on the right. And like a typical bachelor pad, I don’t even have to fight with the toilet lid or the toilet seat.
Once I clean my mouth off, brush my teeth with a new toothbrush that was very conveniently laid out with a travel sized tooth paste tube beside the sink, I look in the mirror to evaluate the damage to my face and hair. What the hell happened last night? I look like I walked a week through a hurricane. My hairs stuck up in many places, my mascara is only on one eye now and I just realized I am not in my dress from last night. Somehow ive managed to change into a pair of boxers and an oversized t-shirt. I really hope I am the one who changed myself seeing as how I have absolutely no panties on. I search through his medicine cabinet for a brush or comb to maintain this nest on my head. I splash cold water on my face and try to clean the rest of my mascara off of my face. Walking back down the hall towards the kitchen I try to recollect the evening before but I keep coming up empty after Zane talked me into karaoke. “Whats with the face? You look like you’ve lost you best friend!” Zane was standing in front of the stove in his pajama pants with out a shirt. I couldn’t help but eye up his nice abs and chest.
“Not really my best friend, but my evening. I apologize for being a burden on your night. I have never had so much to drink that I have forgotten my entire evening. What all happened? I can assure you that was a first for me and I must say I do not like it!” The thoughts of me telling Zane about Gabby and any bit of my real life was enough to make me want to punch puppies. I have worked way too hard to keep my sex life lifestyle completely separate from my main life. To just blow it in one night with someone ive just met, not to mention someone who is related to a previous sub and a longtime friend is even worse.
“Well how about you just go sit down at the table, ill pour you some orange juice and serve you up some pancakes and bacon and we can discuss your incredible bar dancing abilities then.” Dancing? I knew I danced a little bit but what could we possibly discuss about that?
“What exactly do you mean by dancing abilities? I would hardly say that what I did on the stage during our ‘paradise by the dashboard light’ duet dancing.” Zane sat a giant plate full of pancakes down in the middle of the table. There had to be at least fifteen pancakes all the size of the plate. Followed by another giant plate full of about 2 pounds of bacon. I really hope he doesn’t think I am eating all of that myself! “Quite the chef are you? They smell delicious but I hope you eating as well as your neighbors with all of this food here.” He grabs a gallon of orange juice from the fridge and two juice glasses from the cupboard and sits it down on the table. He pours the juice into each of the cups and places a cup in front of me.
“ Actually,”, Zane said, “I was hoping you didn’t want any food so I could devour all fifteen pancakes myself.” He flops two huge pancakes onto his plate and stands up to get the butter, syrup and a couple knives. “I do have some fresh fruit as well if you would like to add some to your pancakes or just to eat.” Fresh fruit. He cooks, he keeps a somewhat tidy house, and he buys fresh fruit. I may have to keep him around.
“Sure, fresh fruit sounds delicious. What all do you have?” He pulls out a bowl from the fridge with sliced up strawberries, kiwi and blue berries. “A variety. Perfect!” I grab a few of each and drop them on my plate, grab a pancake and put a dab of butter on it. “So you were saying something about my dancing abilities.”
Zane puts a hefty piece of bacon in his mouth and chews, “Yeah, you have moves that should be rated R.” Stabs another piece of bacon and dips it into his syrup. “ Once you got onto the bar and started moving your hips like that, the men were howling. It was quite entertaining watching someone who is so up tight let loose.”
“Up tight?” I said, “ I am most certainly not up tight. I do have values and morals, but I am a far cry from up tight.” I smooth my butter all over my pancake, and start to cut it up into squares. I look up and Zane is staring at me with a shitty grin on his face. “What?”
“No, your not up tight at all! Who the hell cuts their pancakes up like that? Normal people cut as they eat.” Zane proceeds to do just that, he cuts a piece and shoves it in his face. “See, that is how you do it.”
“Oh yes, that is so attractive, eating like a starved pig. Lets see if im doing this right.” I grab a piece of a pancake and shove it in my mouth, half way through chewing it I grab another and stuff it in my mouth with the other piece. “ya like that? Huh? Im sure that looks so hot.” Zane starts laughing, grab your stomach kind of laugh. He slaps his knee a few times and looks up still silently laughing. I do not think this is funny.
“Attractive, no, hilarious, yes.” He wipes his eyes from laughing so hard, takes a sip of his juice and continues. “ I didn’t mean that you had to shovel food in your mouth like that, I just ment that not everything has to be so perfect. You don’t have to be so perfect all the time.”
“I never said I was perfect or that I tried to be perfect.” I said. “ I just like things to be done in a nice manner. Women should act with dignity and a purpose. Not sloppy and lazily.”
Zane stabbed his last piece of his pancake and shoved it into his mouth. “I agree with women acting lady like, but there is nothing wrong with letting loose once in a while. Don’t you ever have fun, or maybe let your hair down a bit?” Oh yes Zane, I most certainly do. And right now I would have a ton of fun clearing this table off and bending you over it.
“I have fun, thank you. But im sure my kind of fun isn’t entirely your kind of fun per say.” I eat the last of my fruit, drink my juice and take my dishes to the sink. “Would you like me to do your dishes? You did in fact make us breakfast, the least I could do is clean it up.”
“Nah, I have a dishwasher. I don’t mind cleaning it up.” He grabs the last bit of the dishes off the table and puts them in the sink to rinse. “Im gonna hit the shower if you don’t mind. You can stick around so I can take you home if youd like.”
“Actually I wouldn’t mind just taking a cab home now. I have some things to do today and a shower sounds perfect right now as well.”
“Don’t take a cab, take my car.” He points to a set of keys sitting on the end of his counter. “I have plenty more, plus im sure ill see you soon since you kinda already asked me out for another date.”
“What are you talking about? First of all that was not a date. Second of all, I don’t remember asking you out.”
“Uh yes you most certainly did. Before we left the benefit last night, you said youd make me pay later on for making you walk a few blocks in your heels. Which by the way are going to look great with my boxers and tshirt your wearing.” Shit, I forgot I was wearing heels and a ball gown before his clothes.
“Well I guess I will have to see you again to give you your car back. And I don’t mind wearing boxers and heels.” I slip my shoes on, grab my dress and his keys and walk out the door leaving that image in his mind.
Once I get home, I flop my dress down on the couch so I can take it to the dry cleaners on Monday. I see I have a couple messages on my answering machine. The first is my mom asking me if I would like to go shopping with her this afternoon. Then there is two messages from Emily regarding Anna’s birthday party this week. She wanted to make sure I could bring a side dish and to let me know she was moving it to the pool instead of the skating rink now that the weather was supposed to be nice. Joy, nothing better than a pool full of child urine. I think ill just wear my bikini and a wrap and lay out. I call my mom back first to let her know that I would pick her up for lunch and then we would go shopping. Then I jump in the shower, dress in shorts and a slim fitting tshirt, grab my sandals, Zanes car keys and head out the door.
I open my eyes to the smell of pancakes and the sound of bacon sizzling. Looking around I quickly realize I am definitely not in my apartment. This habitat contains an Xbox, a humungous television, a very worn in recliner dating back to the seventies at least, and posters of half naked chicks hanging up. Did I seriously go home with a different guy last night? No, no, I don’t remember even talking to another guy except Zane. This has to be Zanes apartment. I sit up, cautiously observe my surrounds a bit more to see where Zane is. I can hear cooking sounds but im not quite sure where they are coming from. I get up, turn around and walk towards the half wall behind the couch. “Well good morning beautiful! Didn’t mean to wake you but since your up take some of these Tylenol pills and here is a glass of water.” He hands me a luke warm glass of water and 3 pills. I look at him a little confused and then my head instantly starts pounding and I feel as though I am going to throw up. “Oh, uh, bathroom is down that hall there, last door on the right.” Holding my hand over my mouth and stomach I rush down the hall and into the last door on the right. And like a typical bachelor pad, I don’t even have to fight with the toilet lid or the toilet seat.
Once I clean my mouth off, brush my teeth with a new toothbrush that was very conveniently laid out with a travel sized tooth paste tube beside the sink, I look in the mirror to evaluate the damage to my face and hair. What the hell happened last night? I look like I walked a week through a hurricane. My hairs stuck up in many places, my mascara is only on one eye now and I just realized I am not in my dress from last night. Somehow ive managed to change into a pair of boxers and an oversized t-shirt. I really hope I am the one who changed myself seeing as how I have absolutely no panties on. I search through his medicine cabinet for a brush or comb to maintain this nest on my head. I splash cold water on my face and try to clean the rest of my mascara off of my face. Walking back down the hall towards the kitchen I try to recollect the evening before but I keep coming up empty after Zane talked me into karaoke. “Whats with the face? You look like you’ve lost you best friend!” Zane was standing in front of the stove in his pajama pants with out a shirt. I couldn’t help but eye up his nice abs and chest.
“Not really my best friend, but my evening. I apologize for being a burden on your night. I have never had so much to drink that I have forgotten my entire evening. What all happened? I can assure you that was a first for me and I must say I do not like it!” The thoughts of me telling Zane about Gabby and any bit of my real life was enough to make me want to punch puppies. I have worked way too hard to keep my sex life lifestyle completely separate from my main life. To just blow it in one night with someone ive just met, not to mention someone who is related to a previous sub and a longtime friend is even worse.
“Well how about you just go sit down at the table, ill pour you some orange juice and serve you up some pancakes and bacon and we can discuss your incredible bar dancing abilities then.” Dancing? I knew I danced a little bit but what could we possibly discuss about that?
“What exactly do you mean by dancing abilities? I would hardly say that what I did on the stage during our ‘paradise by the dashboard light’ duet dancing.” Zane sat a giant plate full of pancakes down in the middle of the table. There had to be at least fifteen pancakes all the size of the plate. Followed by another giant plate full of about 2 pounds of bacon. I really hope he doesn’t think I am eating all of that myself! “Quite the chef are you? They smell delicious but I hope you eating as well as your neighbors with all of this food here.” He grabs a gallon of orange juice from the fridge and two juice glasses from the cupboard and sits it down on the table. He pours the juice into each of the cups and places a cup in front of me.
“ Actually,”, Zane said, “I was hoping you didn’t want any food so I could devour all fifteen pancakes myself.” He flops two huge pancakes onto his plate and stands up to get the butter, syrup and a couple knives. “I do have some fresh fruit as well if you would like to add some to your pancakes or just to eat.” Fresh fruit. He cooks, he keeps a somewhat tidy house, and he buys fresh fruit. I may have to keep him around.
“Sure, fresh fruit sounds delicious. What all do you have?” He pulls out a bowl from the fridge with sliced up strawberries, kiwi and blue berries. “A variety. Perfect!” I grab a few of each and drop them on my plate, grab a pancake and put a dab of butter on it. “So you were saying something about my dancing abilities.”
Zane puts a hefty piece of bacon in his mouth and chews, “Yeah, you have moves that should be rated R.” Stabs another piece of bacon and dips it into his syrup. “ Once you got onto the bar and started moving your hips like that, the men were howling. It was quite entertaining watching someone who is so up tight let loose.”
“Up tight?” I said, “ I am most certainly not up tight. I do have values and morals, but I am a far cry from up tight.” I smooth my butter all over my pancake, and start to cut it up into squares. I look up and Zane is staring at me with a shitty grin on his face. “What?”
“No, your not up tight at all! Who the hell cuts their pancakes up like that? Normal people cut as they eat.” Zane proceeds to do just that, he cuts a piece and shoves it in his face. “See, that is how you do it.”
“Oh yes, that is so attractive, eating like a starved pig. Lets see if im doing this right.” I grab a piece of a pancake and shove it in my mouth, half way through chewing it I grab another and stuff it in my mouth with the other piece. “ya like that? Huh? Im sure that looks so hot.” Zane starts laughing, grab your stomach kind of laugh. He slaps his knee a few times and looks up still silently laughing. I do not think this is funny.
“Attractive, no, hilarious, yes.” He wipes his eyes from laughing so hard, takes a sip of his juice and continues. “ I didn’t mean that you had to shovel food in your mouth like that, I just ment that not everything has to be so perfect. You don’t have to be so perfect all the time.”
“I never said I was perfect or that I tried to be perfect.” I said. “ I just like things to be done in a nice manner. Women should act with dignity and a purpose. Not sloppy and lazily.”
Zane stabbed his last piece of his pancake and shoved it into his mouth. “I agree with women acting lady like, but there is nothing wrong with letting loose once in a while. Don’t you ever have fun, or maybe let your hair down a bit?” Oh yes Zane, I most certainly do. And right now I would have a ton of fun clearing this table off and bending you over it.
“I have fun, thank you. But im sure my kind of fun isn’t entirely your kind of fun per say.” I eat the last of my fruit, drink my juice and take my dishes to the sink. “Would you like me to do your dishes? You did in fact make us breakfast, the least I could do is clean it up.”
“Nah, I have a dishwasher. I don’t mind cleaning it up.” He grabs the last bit of the dishes off the table and puts them in the sink to rinse. “Im gonna hit the shower if you don’t mind. You can stick around so I can take you home if youd like.”
“Actually I wouldn’t mind just taking a cab home now. I have some things to do today and a shower sounds perfect right now as well.”
“Don’t take a cab, take my car.” He points to a set of keys sitting on the end of his counter. “I have plenty more, plus im sure ill see you soon since you kinda already asked me out for another date.”
“What are you talking about? First of all that was not a date. Second of all, I don’t remember asking you out.”
“Uh yes you most certainly did. Before we left the benefit last night, you said youd make me pay later on for making you walk a few blocks in your heels. Which by the way are going to look great with my boxers and tshirt your wearing.” Shit, I forgot I was wearing heels and a ball gown before his clothes.
“Well I guess I will have to see you again to give you your car back. And I don’t mind wearing boxers and heels.” I slip my shoes on, grab my dress and his keys and walk out the door leaving that image in his mind.
Once I get home, I flop my dress down on the couch so I can take it to the dry cleaners on Monday. I see I have a couple messages on my answering machine. The first is my mom asking me if I would like to go shopping with her this afternoon. Then there is two messages from Emily regarding Anna’s birthday party this week. She wanted to make sure I could bring a side dish and to let me know she was moving it to the pool instead of the skating rink now that the weather was supposed to be nice. Joy, nothing better than a pool full of child urine. I think ill just wear my bikini and a wrap and lay out. I call my mom back first to let her know that I would pick her up for lunch and then we would go shopping. Then I jump in the shower, dress in shorts and a slim fitting tshirt, grab my sandals, Zanes car keys and head out the door.
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Chapter Three
Opening up my huge walk in closet which should really constitute as another bedroom with how big it is, I pull down my new gorgeous black gown I got for tonights benefit gala. I go to my wall of shoes and pull down a whore red pair of peep toe Jimmy Choo heels. Nothing says seductive like a good pair of red peep toe heels. Standing in front of my mirror, I undress out of my Gabby clothes. Taking off my pants, shirt, panties and bra. Then I unzip my gown and slide it on. Its always strange at first going from panties all day to wearing nothing. But it’s a nice feeling to feel expensive material against your bare skin.
I push my hair off to one shoulder as I turn my back to the mirror and watch myself zipper up my dress. Then I stand in front of the mirror and take in the breathless look of myself in this dress. Its last seasons line but when I saw it I had to have it. All black with a Victorian lace look overlay with a chunky belt attached to it at the waist and a black flower attached. Strapless with a v cut to show off more cleavage. Fits perfectly to my curves, at the knees its fans out to a small train. I walk back into the bathroom to touch up my make-up, adding mascara, eye liner, a dark eye shadow, giving myself the smoky eye look, without going slutty, and then apply red lipstick. I slide on my Jimmy Choo’s, check myself over again once more before calling down to doorman for my car.
As I pull up to the entrance of the hotel, the driver gets out, opens my door and helps me out of the car. I never tire of looking up and seeing this beautiful hotel. It brings back so may good memories for me from right around when I began my dominant lifestyle,. The owner of this hotel, and host of tonights gala, is an old sub of mine. Trevor Lance is the sole owner of a few hotels around NYC, we met, believe it or not, at a deli in the Lower East Side. At that point he had only had about three hotels up and running, now he has at least five here in NYC and recently opened up a few resorts internationally. After running into each other daily over the course of a month, he asked me to coffee. After about two dates, I couldn’t stop fantasizing about this man being tied up to my bed. I showed up the next day at the deli with a contract in hand and by the same time the following day I found out exactly what his five o’clock shadow felt like between my thighs. He was such a wonderful sub. So open to things that most guys are shy about. After his first contract ended, we separated ways for a few months, only for him to come back begging me to tie him up. Needless to say he lasted for another two contract terms and then decided he wanted more in life. A wife and kids. Knowing that those terms are out of the question, I terminated his contract indefinitely and we remained friends.
Tonight’s gala is benefiting a local childrens hospital. These are great to attend to when searching for a new sub. Men love to show women that they have a softer side, donating to sick kids, I cant think of a better place. I like to break those men. These arent the kind of men I intend on keeping in a contract for a full three months. Maybe just for a month or two.
Walking into the Lance Hotel, I have to catch my breath each time. The tall marble two story waterfall fountain is glowing tonight with beautiful white lights shining down on it and through out it. Just past the waterfall is the reception area , and to the right of the reception area is the long hallway that leads to the ballroom. There’s all kinds of photographers snapping pictures when you walk through the door, trying to catch the celebrities coming in.
Boy Trevor has overdone himself this year. Strands and strands of beautiful white lights hang graciously covered in white silky fabric from the tall ceiling. The tables have high round bouquets of white, red and black flowers of all kinds in the middle. Each table has assigned place settings ensuring everyone a good time. The table cloths are red with a black overlay on top. Wine glasses at each place setting with wine chilling in a bucket at each table. There is a dj set up in a dark corner playing soft music as more people flow in the room. Buffet tables set up adjacent from the dj, full with appetizers. I walk over to my usual table, center of the room, where Trevor always seems to place me. Once I reach my seat, Trevor walks up, grabs my hand and kisses he top of it. “Well hello there Gabriella! Im so glad you were able to make it this evening. Your look absolutely breathtaking in that dress.”
“Thank you Trevor. I appreciated getting your invitation in the mail. The room looks gorgeous! The color scheme is classy, as well as the decorations. I assume your beautiful wife may have had something to do with that?” Looking around to see if his wife, Annabelle, is anywhere in my line of site. Just then she comes striding across the room weaving between people huddled together talking. Wearing a deep red dress with a modest slit up the side showing off her black heels. Her blonde hair braided on the one side pushing the rest of it to the side causing it to drape over her opposite shoulder. She approaches us smiling.
“Oh Gabriella, you made it! Your dress is gorgeous! And look at those shoes!”
“Well thank you Annabelle. I love how you’ve decorated for this event. The colors really work well together.”
The next hour we stand around catching up, the three of us. They tell me about their newest baby and how fast shes growing up as well as their oldest son. I nod my head as if I really care and smile when I feel its needed. I always feel awkward when people start talking about their kids. Ive never been much of a kid person. As if sensing my discomfort on the subject, a gentleman walks up wearing a black suit and bow tie. Very handsome, chiseled jaw, distinguished eyes, clean cut face. “Oh don’t tell me your bragging about your kids on a night out with out them? Shouldn’t you two be talking with this beautiful lady about something more sophisticated, like global warming or whatever it is you people talk about at things like this?”
“Please excuse my cousin, Gabriella, hes new to the high living of New York City.” Trevor shuffles nervously as he tries to apologize for his cousins rude behavior. I happen to find him interesting.
“Hello beautiful, Zane’s the name. I couldn’t help but notice how uncomfortable you looked over here with these two. Would you care to join me for a dance?” I look from him, to Trevor, to the dance floor and back to Zane. Trevor gives me a shitty grin knowing I don’t tend to just bust a move on the dance floor. Slow dancing sure, but not throwing myself all over a man as if we are screwing on the dance floor. Not to mention, no one dances during dinner music. “Oh come on, Gabriella, I promise I wont bite.”
“But she might.” Trevor says as he takes a sip of his drink. I give him a sideways glare and look back to Zane.
“Im sorry Zane, I don’t usually dance.” Just then he grabs my hand and drags me out into the center of the dance floor, puts his other hand around my waist and takes my other hand and wraps it over his shoulder. Then he starts to sway from side to side. Moving around like a professional ball dancer, he pushes me out and pulls me back in. Spins me around by one hand then pulls me back in all the while moving to the beat of the dinner music. I see people are staring at us like we are completely crazy, but I continue to allow this madness to go on. As the last note of the song chimes out, he slowly dips me backwards and winks.
“You really are such a great dancer for someone who doesn’t like to dance.” He whispers in my ear when he pulls me back in closer to his body than before. I cant help but be a little turned on by the amount of balls this guy has. “Gotta reel it in Gab,” I think to myself. I typically don’t fuck a man once meeting them. I like to find out more about them, see what makes them tick, and if they are worth my time. Then tell them about my unique proposition.
I smile up at him and continue to dance until dinner is served. Once dinner is over, the silent auction begins and then eventually ends after all of the drunk filthy rich snobs have spent their pocket change. After a few hours I decided it was time to head home. Grabbing my purse and cell phone, I get up and head over to Trevor and Annabelle to give them my goodbyes. Turning to go out the door, someone grabs my arm. I turn to see Zane with a fake sad look on his face, “Leaving so soon?”
“Well as you know, dancing isn’t my thing and now that all of the formalities are over, there is no reason for me to stay.” Smiling I turn back towards the door. Another pull to the arm spins me right around.
“The nights still young, would you care to join me in a drink somewhere else? I know a good bar a few blocks from here, we could walk.”
Seriously? In four inch heels? “Just know, me walking a few blocks in these heels will be taken out on trade at a later date.” And just as I say it I realize my inner self wants to see him again.
A smug smile forms on his beautiful face, “So you plan to go out for date number two? My my Gabriella, you certainly move fast!” What a smart ass. “I don’t go to second base until date three so no hanky panky missy!” I cant help but smile at that comment.
(ADDED 6/4) We walk up to this little crap hole bar, complete with the different beer companies logo lights all lit up at each of the 4 windows, he opens the door for me and the smell of cheap cigarettes hit me. “So this is what you consider a ‘good bar’?” He shoots me a crooked smile and winks. I roll my eyes and follow him over to the bar where he orders us two beers on tap and slides a bowl of peanuts down to our seats.
“So, Gabrielle, what do you do for a living?” Straight shooter, I like that. How do you exactly say ‘Oh well Zane I like to tie men just like yourself up to my four post bed, spank them, beat them and dig my heels into their ass cheeks for my pleasure. Oh and I uh make them want to take care of my every needs.’
“Im into investments.” Close enough I guess and a great way to put it. “What about you?”
“I own a few car dealerships in the tri-state area. Porsche dealerships actually.” He takes a gulp from his glassed mug and cracks open a peanut, “ I thought Lamborghinis were just way over rated and Ferraris are just fancy looking clown cars. Im into muscle cars that people actually arent afraid to drive.” Wow, ive never met a man who didn’t drool over their Lamborghini. “What got you into investments? Sounds kinda boring if you ask me!”
“Well it’s a way of life, really. Its all about how you see your life, if you don’t like the direction your stock is going today, pull a large portion of your money out and shove it in the direction in where its going up.” Lets be honest, I have no idea about stocks or investments per say, I just know that is about what happens. Hopefully Zane knows less.
“I see, sounds promising I guess. You lost me at stocks.” Thank God! “ What do you like to do for fun?” Im not all for twenty questions but I cant help but smile at that question.
“Travel, read, shop,” have sex, inflict pain, “ya know, the normal things women love to do.” I say as I take a sip of my beer looking around at the people sitting around us. Gabby may enjoy a bar of this sort I may have to remember where this place is. Theres a pool table in the far end with a bunch of guys placing bets, a jukebox on the wall adjacent to the pool table and tables filled in the open area. Some people are dancing by their tables to the music, a couple are all but fucking on the one table as the people at that table stare at them. Yeah this looks like a fun joint. “So is this what you like to do for fun? Bar hop and pick up chicks?”
Zane throws a peanut in the air and catches it in his mouth, “nah, not really. I also enjoy long walks on the beach, reading and performing Shakespeare and volunteering at the local orphanage.” What a smartass. I can see I will have fun reddening his ass.
“Such a regular ol’ wise guy arent ya? Do you take anything seriously? Other than cars?” I said.
All serious now, “ Yes actually, I take life very seriously. We only get to live one so why should we spend it all work and no play?” He turns in his barstool to face me, “I like to do things like extreme sky diving and surfing. Ya know, things that get your adrenaline pumping a mile a minute. Makes me feel alive.” Takes a huge gulp of his beer, slams it down and waves to the bartender for another round. “ Seriously Gabrielle, you need to keep up if you intend to sing karaoke with me soon!” Oh hell no! This girl does not do singing. I couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket on a rainy day let along three sheets to the wind.
“No im fine, thanks. Ill watch you make a fool of yourself.” Taking another small sip of my beer.
“Nobody says no to karaoke at a karaoke bar!” Karaoke bar? I look around panicing, how the hell did I miss a damn stage? Sure enough, by the front door in the corner was a small stage set up with a microphone. “Live a little. I promise not to pick a Sonny and Cher song or even ‘Aint no mountain high enough.’ How about something like that song Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow did? Or even something like ‘Proud Mary’ by Tina Turner and I promise ill do the Tina leg dance!” By now im giving him this stare that would turn his head to flames if I could shoot laser beams out of my eyes “No? Ok so no Tina leg dance. Oh oh what about ‘ Don’t Go Breaking My Heart’ ill even let you be Elton John if you want. They have some sunglasses up there that you could wear that look like something hes worn!” This guy just wont give up. “ Well I guess if your not into having some fun and not being all, I dunno, prissy, than we can go.” I am not prissy! Bitchy and stuck in my ways, maybe, but not prissy.
“Ok, one song and I get to pick. ‘Paradise by the Dashboard Light’ by Meatloaf and that’s my only offer.” The smile on his face grew so big I could see all of his teeth. This boy will be the death of me.
The dj in charge of the karaoke then comes up on stage and taps the mic announcing that karaoke is ready to start. He announces that the sign up sheet is at the end of the bar. I chug the rest of my beer and flag down the bartender to make me up something strong. He hands me a glass half full of whisky. I swallow the whole thing in one gulp and slide it back to him.
“I see someone is beefing up her beer muscles! We are on first, are you ready?” Ready as ill ever be I think but I give him a quick shitty smile and take his hand up to the stage.
The song starts and I instantly start to regret this decision. Zane starts singing the song really into it, serenading me and dancing around like a complete idiot and head banging. The female lead comes on and I just stand there swaying to the beat awkwardly singing the words as Zane continues to dance around me. People are starting to pay attention to us by then because Zane looks like a chicken on speed and it is definitely entertainment. I crack a smile as im singing the chorus and then I lighten up a bit and then some lady off to the right wearing cut off jean shorts and a tube top hands me a glass of what smells like rubbing alcohol. I instantly throw my head back and throw it down my throat and wince as it burns the whole way down. What the hell ever it was worked, about 30 seconds later I was doing a disco like dance as Zane is doing the narrating part of the song and then I start just running around the stage like im acting out that part he saying. Then I stop when the female says “stop right there” and that was when I completely lost control of my body and I start serenading Zane and skipping around like im from some eighties teen movie. This definitely caught Zane by surprise but he went along with it and grabbed my hand and we did the stupid bopping together. Then he drops to his knees and sings full heartedly as I shake my head crazy like making my hair fall out of the clips making it frame my face.
Once that song ends applause erupts from all of the patrons in the bar and I realize they have all surrounded the stage laughing, toasting to us and screaming for more. The same lady in the cut offs hands me another glass of rubbing alcohol which I gladly accept and throw back and again wince. Then “Hit Me With Your Best Shot” comes on and I just completely freak out. This girl loves her some eighties music and she is definitely singing this song! I start belting out the words and pointing my finger all accusingly at Zane as he falls into a chair on stage. Then I sit on his lap, grab his beer from his hands and down the whole thing. As I hand him his glass his face seems a bit fuzzy, I blink a few times and continue accusing him of breaking little hearts like the one in me. After a few more of “my jams” were done, Zane led me back to the bar where we got shots sent to us from a table of fans. “Damn Gabrielle, you have some moves! And for not being a good singer you sure did hit some of those high notes in ‘Dream On’! I bet youd put Steven Tyler to shame with your rendition!” He chuckles and I realize he has some pretty sexy dimples to accommodate his beautiful smile. As I try to tell him that the whole room turns sideways and then I hear a thud and a crash and then the room turns black.
I push my hair off to one shoulder as I turn my back to the mirror and watch myself zipper up my dress. Then I stand in front of the mirror and take in the breathless look of myself in this dress. Its last seasons line but when I saw it I had to have it. All black with a Victorian lace look overlay with a chunky belt attached to it at the waist and a black flower attached. Strapless with a v cut to show off more cleavage. Fits perfectly to my curves, at the knees its fans out to a small train. I walk back into the bathroom to touch up my make-up, adding mascara, eye liner, a dark eye shadow, giving myself the smoky eye look, without going slutty, and then apply red lipstick. I slide on my Jimmy Choo’s, check myself over again once more before calling down to doorman for my car.
As I pull up to the entrance of the hotel, the driver gets out, opens my door and helps me out of the car. I never tire of looking up and seeing this beautiful hotel. It brings back so may good memories for me from right around when I began my dominant lifestyle,. The owner of this hotel, and host of tonights gala, is an old sub of mine. Trevor Lance is the sole owner of a few hotels around NYC, we met, believe it or not, at a deli in the Lower East Side. At that point he had only had about three hotels up and running, now he has at least five here in NYC and recently opened up a few resorts internationally. After running into each other daily over the course of a month, he asked me to coffee. After about two dates, I couldn’t stop fantasizing about this man being tied up to my bed. I showed up the next day at the deli with a contract in hand and by the same time the following day I found out exactly what his five o’clock shadow felt like between my thighs. He was such a wonderful sub. So open to things that most guys are shy about. After his first contract ended, we separated ways for a few months, only for him to come back begging me to tie him up. Needless to say he lasted for another two contract terms and then decided he wanted more in life. A wife and kids. Knowing that those terms are out of the question, I terminated his contract indefinitely and we remained friends.
Tonight’s gala is benefiting a local childrens hospital. These are great to attend to when searching for a new sub. Men love to show women that they have a softer side, donating to sick kids, I cant think of a better place. I like to break those men. These arent the kind of men I intend on keeping in a contract for a full three months. Maybe just for a month or two.
Walking into the Lance Hotel, I have to catch my breath each time. The tall marble two story waterfall fountain is glowing tonight with beautiful white lights shining down on it and through out it. Just past the waterfall is the reception area , and to the right of the reception area is the long hallway that leads to the ballroom. There’s all kinds of photographers snapping pictures when you walk through the door, trying to catch the celebrities coming in.
Boy Trevor has overdone himself this year. Strands and strands of beautiful white lights hang graciously covered in white silky fabric from the tall ceiling. The tables have high round bouquets of white, red and black flowers of all kinds in the middle. Each table has assigned place settings ensuring everyone a good time. The table cloths are red with a black overlay on top. Wine glasses at each place setting with wine chilling in a bucket at each table. There is a dj set up in a dark corner playing soft music as more people flow in the room. Buffet tables set up adjacent from the dj, full with appetizers. I walk over to my usual table, center of the room, where Trevor always seems to place me. Once I reach my seat, Trevor walks up, grabs my hand and kisses he top of it. “Well hello there Gabriella! Im so glad you were able to make it this evening. Your look absolutely breathtaking in that dress.”
“Thank you Trevor. I appreciated getting your invitation in the mail. The room looks gorgeous! The color scheme is classy, as well as the decorations. I assume your beautiful wife may have had something to do with that?” Looking around to see if his wife, Annabelle, is anywhere in my line of site. Just then she comes striding across the room weaving between people huddled together talking. Wearing a deep red dress with a modest slit up the side showing off her black heels. Her blonde hair braided on the one side pushing the rest of it to the side causing it to drape over her opposite shoulder. She approaches us smiling.
“Oh Gabriella, you made it! Your dress is gorgeous! And look at those shoes!”
“Well thank you Annabelle. I love how you’ve decorated for this event. The colors really work well together.”
The next hour we stand around catching up, the three of us. They tell me about their newest baby and how fast shes growing up as well as their oldest son. I nod my head as if I really care and smile when I feel its needed. I always feel awkward when people start talking about their kids. Ive never been much of a kid person. As if sensing my discomfort on the subject, a gentleman walks up wearing a black suit and bow tie. Very handsome, chiseled jaw, distinguished eyes, clean cut face. “Oh don’t tell me your bragging about your kids on a night out with out them? Shouldn’t you two be talking with this beautiful lady about something more sophisticated, like global warming or whatever it is you people talk about at things like this?”
“Please excuse my cousin, Gabriella, hes new to the high living of New York City.” Trevor shuffles nervously as he tries to apologize for his cousins rude behavior. I happen to find him interesting.
“Hello beautiful, Zane’s the name. I couldn’t help but notice how uncomfortable you looked over here with these two. Would you care to join me for a dance?” I look from him, to Trevor, to the dance floor and back to Zane. Trevor gives me a shitty grin knowing I don’t tend to just bust a move on the dance floor. Slow dancing sure, but not throwing myself all over a man as if we are screwing on the dance floor. Not to mention, no one dances during dinner music. “Oh come on, Gabriella, I promise I wont bite.”
“But she might.” Trevor says as he takes a sip of his drink. I give him a sideways glare and look back to Zane.
“Im sorry Zane, I don’t usually dance.” Just then he grabs my hand and drags me out into the center of the dance floor, puts his other hand around my waist and takes my other hand and wraps it over his shoulder. Then he starts to sway from side to side. Moving around like a professional ball dancer, he pushes me out and pulls me back in. Spins me around by one hand then pulls me back in all the while moving to the beat of the dinner music. I see people are staring at us like we are completely crazy, but I continue to allow this madness to go on. As the last note of the song chimes out, he slowly dips me backwards and winks.
“You really are such a great dancer for someone who doesn’t like to dance.” He whispers in my ear when he pulls me back in closer to his body than before. I cant help but be a little turned on by the amount of balls this guy has. “Gotta reel it in Gab,” I think to myself. I typically don’t fuck a man once meeting them. I like to find out more about them, see what makes them tick, and if they are worth my time. Then tell them about my unique proposition.
I smile up at him and continue to dance until dinner is served. Once dinner is over, the silent auction begins and then eventually ends after all of the drunk filthy rich snobs have spent their pocket change. After a few hours I decided it was time to head home. Grabbing my purse and cell phone, I get up and head over to Trevor and Annabelle to give them my goodbyes. Turning to go out the door, someone grabs my arm. I turn to see Zane with a fake sad look on his face, “Leaving so soon?”
“Well as you know, dancing isn’t my thing and now that all of the formalities are over, there is no reason for me to stay.” Smiling I turn back towards the door. Another pull to the arm spins me right around.
“The nights still young, would you care to join me in a drink somewhere else? I know a good bar a few blocks from here, we could walk.”
Seriously? In four inch heels? “Just know, me walking a few blocks in these heels will be taken out on trade at a later date.” And just as I say it I realize my inner self wants to see him again.
A smug smile forms on his beautiful face, “So you plan to go out for date number two? My my Gabriella, you certainly move fast!” What a smart ass. “I don’t go to second base until date three so no hanky panky missy!” I cant help but smile at that comment.
(ADDED 6/4) We walk up to this little crap hole bar, complete with the different beer companies logo lights all lit up at each of the 4 windows, he opens the door for me and the smell of cheap cigarettes hit me. “So this is what you consider a ‘good bar’?” He shoots me a crooked smile and winks. I roll my eyes and follow him over to the bar where he orders us two beers on tap and slides a bowl of peanuts down to our seats.
“So, Gabrielle, what do you do for a living?” Straight shooter, I like that. How do you exactly say ‘Oh well Zane I like to tie men just like yourself up to my four post bed, spank them, beat them and dig my heels into their ass cheeks for my pleasure. Oh and I uh make them want to take care of my every needs.’
“Im into investments.” Close enough I guess and a great way to put it. “What about you?”
“I own a few car dealerships in the tri-state area. Porsche dealerships actually.” He takes a gulp from his glassed mug and cracks open a peanut, “ I thought Lamborghinis were just way over rated and Ferraris are just fancy looking clown cars. Im into muscle cars that people actually arent afraid to drive.” Wow, ive never met a man who didn’t drool over their Lamborghini. “What got you into investments? Sounds kinda boring if you ask me!”
“Well it’s a way of life, really. Its all about how you see your life, if you don’t like the direction your stock is going today, pull a large portion of your money out and shove it in the direction in where its going up.” Lets be honest, I have no idea about stocks or investments per say, I just know that is about what happens. Hopefully Zane knows less.
“I see, sounds promising I guess. You lost me at stocks.” Thank God! “ What do you like to do for fun?” Im not all for twenty questions but I cant help but smile at that question.
“Travel, read, shop,” have sex, inflict pain, “ya know, the normal things women love to do.” I say as I take a sip of my beer looking around at the people sitting around us. Gabby may enjoy a bar of this sort I may have to remember where this place is. Theres a pool table in the far end with a bunch of guys placing bets, a jukebox on the wall adjacent to the pool table and tables filled in the open area. Some people are dancing by their tables to the music, a couple are all but fucking on the one table as the people at that table stare at them. Yeah this looks like a fun joint. “So is this what you like to do for fun? Bar hop and pick up chicks?”
Zane throws a peanut in the air and catches it in his mouth, “nah, not really. I also enjoy long walks on the beach, reading and performing Shakespeare and volunteering at the local orphanage.” What a smartass. I can see I will have fun reddening his ass.
“Such a regular ol’ wise guy arent ya? Do you take anything seriously? Other than cars?” I said.
All serious now, “ Yes actually, I take life very seriously. We only get to live one so why should we spend it all work and no play?” He turns in his barstool to face me, “I like to do things like extreme sky diving and surfing. Ya know, things that get your adrenaline pumping a mile a minute. Makes me feel alive.” Takes a huge gulp of his beer, slams it down and waves to the bartender for another round. “ Seriously Gabrielle, you need to keep up if you intend to sing karaoke with me soon!” Oh hell no! This girl does not do singing. I couldn’t carry a tune in a bucket on a rainy day let along three sheets to the wind.
“No im fine, thanks. Ill watch you make a fool of yourself.” Taking another small sip of my beer.
“Nobody says no to karaoke at a karaoke bar!” Karaoke bar? I look around panicing, how the hell did I miss a damn stage? Sure enough, by the front door in the corner was a small stage set up with a microphone. “Live a little. I promise not to pick a Sonny and Cher song or even ‘Aint no mountain high enough.’ How about something like that song Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow did? Or even something like ‘Proud Mary’ by Tina Turner and I promise ill do the Tina leg dance!” By now im giving him this stare that would turn his head to flames if I could shoot laser beams out of my eyes “No? Ok so no Tina leg dance. Oh oh what about ‘ Don’t Go Breaking My Heart’ ill even let you be Elton John if you want. They have some sunglasses up there that you could wear that look like something hes worn!” This guy just wont give up. “ Well I guess if your not into having some fun and not being all, I dunno, prissy, than we can go.” I am not prissy! Bitchy and stuck in my ways, maybe, but not prissy.
“Ok, one song and I get to pick. ‘Paradise by the Dashboard Light’ by Meatloaf and that’s my only offer.” The smile on his face grew so big I could see all of his teeth. This boy will be the death of me.
The dj in charge of the karaoke then comes up on stage and taps the mic announcing that karaoke is ready to start. He announces that the sign up sheet is at the end of the bar. I chug the rest of my beer and flag down the bartender to make me up something strong. He hands me a glass half full of whisky. I swallow the whole thing in one gulp and slide it back to him.
“I see someone is beefing up her beer muscles! We are on first, are you ready?” Ready as ill ever be I think but I give him a quick shitty smile and take his hand up to the stage.
The song starts and I instantly start to regret this decision. Zane starts singing the song really into it, serenading me and dancing around like a complete idiot and head banging. The female lead comes on and I just stand there swaying to the beat awkwardly singing the words as Zane continues to dance around me. People are starting to pay attention to us by then because Zane looks like a chicken on speed and it is definitely entertainment. I crack a smile as im singing the chorus and then I lighten up a bit and then some lady off to the right wearing cut off jean shorts and a tube top hands me a glass of what smells like rubbing alcohol. I instantly throw my head back and throw it down my throat and wince as it burns the whole way down. What the hell ever it was worked, about 30 seconds later I was doing a disco like dance as Zane is doing the narrating part of the song and then I start just running around the stage like im acting out that part he saying. Then I stop when the female says “stop right there” and that was when I completely lost control of my body and I start serenading Zane and skipping around like im from some eighties teen movie. This definitely caught Zane by surprise but he went along with it and grabbed my hand and we did the stupid bopping together. Then he drops to his knees and sings full heartedly as I shake my head crazy like making my hair fall out of the clips making it frame my face.
Once that song ends applause erupts from all of the patrons in the bar and I realize they have all surrounded the stage laughing, toasting to us and screaming for more. The same lady in the cut offs hands me another glass of rubbing alcohol which I gladly accept and throw back and again wince. Then “Hit Me With Your Best Shot” comes on and I just completely freak out. This girl loves her some eighties music and she is definitely singing this song! I start belting out the words and pointing my finger all accusingly at Zane as he falls into a chair on stage. Then I sit on his lap, grab his beer from his hands and down the whole thing. As I hand him his glass his face seems a bit fuzzy, I blink a few times and continue accusing him of breaking little hearts like the one in me. After a few more of “my jams” were done, Zane led me back to the bar where we got shots sent to us from a table of fans. “Damn Gabrielle, you have some moves! And for not being a good singer you sure did hit some of those high notes in ‘Dream On’! I bet youd put Steven Tyler to shame with your rendition!” He chuckles and I realize he has some pretty sexy dimples to accommodate his beautiful smile. As I try to tell him that the whole room turns sideways and then I hear a thud and a crash and then the room turns black.
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