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?”
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