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?”
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
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?”
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