Mom’s eyes lit up at the mention of my baby sister. She had been away at school for the past four years.
“I spoke with her yesterday. She received an end date for her internship and we purchased her plane ticket. Our girl will be coming home on October third.”
“I’m glad we know when she will be here. That little turd snuck into my closet and stole a pair of my shoes last time she was here. I’m finally getting them back,” Emily said with a grin, and we all laughed.
After lunch, Mom treated Emily and me to pedicures and massages. I spent the quiet hours of pampering replaying last night like a movie in my head. When I agreed to a date with Reese, I’d figured we’d get some food and then we’d get some and be on our way. The thoughts that were running rampant through my mind were confusing and scary. Why did Reese leave me alone in the hotel? How did I open up to him and tell him more than I have told anyone about my kinks? What if he could accept me for me? I should have known better, and I should have walked away. But I’d been caught in the sea of blue and I was drowning.
By the time we got back to my parents’ house, I was finally starting to feel like I had physically come back to the land of the living but my mind was still a mess. When we opened the door, I heard a squeal from the back of the house followed by the sound of little feet running on hardwood.
“Auntie Tessa, I thought you’d never get here! I missed you so much!” Abigail, my six-year-old niece, shouted as she slammed into me for a big hug.
“Hey there, princess. I’m happy to see you too. Are we going to play dress-up before dinner?”
“Oh yes! I brought my makeup kit too so I can do your hair and your makeup this time!” she squealed as she ran to the other room to grab her kit.
I loved that little monster so much that I didn’t care that I was going to look like a hooker-clown with a Madonna ponytail when she was done with me. At six years old ,she was also the world’s best birth control. Every time my clock had the nerve to even so much as tick, all I had to do was witness one of her epic meltdowns, which were quite common, and the clock shattered into a million tiny pieces.
Today, something completely foreign tugged on my heartstrings. I was sitting on the floor in the living room and Abigail was showing me her new makeup kit while Dad was grilling burgers outside. I looked up to see Emily and her husband Kurt sitting on the couch with Kurt’s arm draped over her shoulder and their heads resting together. The one problem with not dating is that I didn’t get to cuddle either.
My memory drifted back to last night and flashes of Reese sitting in a booth at the restaurant holding me. I felt the weirdest sensation as my chest tightened and my breath caught in my throat.
“Okay, Auntie, now close your eyes. I’m gonna make you real pretty.” I let out a soft sigh and did as Abigail had said.
During dinner, every time Kurt looked at me, he started to laugh, so Abigail forbade him from looking at me. It was amazing how this little spitfire of a princess could rule this family. Just then, my phone buzzed in my pocket. Abigail had also prohibited us from using our phones at the table, so I had perfected the science of sneaky texting. I pulled my phone out and opened it to find a picture message with a text that said:
These looked better when you were wearing them. If you ever want to see them again, you will agree to date 2
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I didn’t recognize the out-of-town number, but I sure as fuck did recognize my black lace bra and panties. Ha! I had been right. Reese had taken them! When I woke up alone, I had been pretty sure that I had done a good job of scaring him away, but I guess I’d been wrong. So I sent him a text back.
We don’t negotiate with terrorists.
After a few moments, another picture popped up on the screen showing my favorite panties dangling from one blade of a pair of scissors.
Agree to date 2 or the panties get it!
Was he serious? He couldn’t just cut panties like that! They deserved a better death. Like being ripped off…
Okay okay I agree! Just don’t hurt the panties!
The panties are safe… for now. I will be out of town until Saturday but I will be dreaming of your lips until then.
I couldn’t believe he’d just used threats to get me to agree to another date—and that I had fallen for it so easily. What was I doing? I was happy without all this mushy shit, wasn’t I? It didn’t matter anyway. I knew how this story ends. Fairytales don’t come true. Prince Charming doesn’t exist. He’d find something about me that he couldn’t take and I wouldn’t be willing to give it up.
“Tessa”
I was cleaning up around my apartment and had just finished the dishes when my phone started ringing. I looked at the screen and saw the goofy picture that Reese had sent me last night when we were texting at two a.m. He had his sunglasses on upside down and his mouth was wide open with his tongue sticking out. I couldn’t help but laugh every time I saw the picture. I clicked the answer button and brought the phone up to my ear.
“Good morning, Reese.”
“I was riding to the shop this morning and all I could think about was you, Tessa. And how good it felt to have your legs wrapped tight around me on my bike,” Reese said in a hushed tone, knowing exactly what to say to make my thighs clench.
Remembering how it felt to wrap my arms around him made me miss him even more. Playing it safe, I said, “I miss your bike.”
He let out a low laugh. “I miss the feeling of you tightening around me.” His words brought a tingling rush to my pussy and I was lost for words. After a long pause, he said “I’ve got to get back to work now. Dream about me, baby.” And he hung up.
Reese had been calling and texting me all week, saying things to turn me on. He kept finding new ways to take my breath away and make me want to need him.
When I got to work, I found a large bouquet of pink long-stemmed roses in a beautiful royal blue vase sitting on my dressing table. Sam walked into the room, and when she saw the flowers, she gave me a sly smile.
“Tessa, who is sending you flowers? Are you holding out on me? Oh look! There is a card!” She reached for the card but I snatched it out of her hand and opened it.
THESE PETALS REMINDED ME OF HOW SOFT YOUR PUSSY LIPS FELT. I CAN’T WAIT TO TASTE YOU AGAIN. ~REESE
I could almost hear Reese whispering those words in my ear, and it made my heart rate explode. Knowing my voice would sound weak, I sat down at the table and handed the card to Sam instead of reading it out loud. I saw her eyes go wide as she read the card.
“Fuck me!” was all she said. Then she sat down and stared at me, waiting for an explanation.
Fuck me was right. I was screwed. I took a deep breath and told her all about Reese, including my walk of shame and the panty threat of the century.
“He’s driving me fucking crazy, Sam. He’s been sending me dirty texts all week. Poor BOB can’t keep up with me turning him on five or more times a day! The worst part is that, in a moment of desperation last night while we were on Skype, I promised him that I wouldn’t fuck anyone else until after our second date.”
“Why would you make such a stupid promise, Tessa?” It was refreshing to talk to someone who understood the immensity of the situation I was in.
“I was so weak, Sam. So weak. So we were on Skype, and at first, all I could see was his face, but then I noticed that he was slowly backing up from the camera when his shoulders came into view. Naked, Sam. They were NAKED shoulders. And oh, he has this amazingly detailed tattoo sleeve on his left arm. You know I can’t resist tattoos! Anyway, he kept backing up so that I could see more and more of him, and then he told me he had just gotten out of the shower before we’d started talking but that he couldn’t find a towel so he had to air dry. Air Dry! By this time, I could see his entire lickable chest and I swear he must have a twenty-pack stomach. There were more muscles than should be legal! I was about to see the goods when he stopped short and told me if I promised he would back up all the way. I caved.” I hung my head in shame.
“Well, was it worth it? Please don’t tell me you went through all of that and he has a small penis!”
I pulled my head back up from where I had been resting it on the table and gave her a huge smile. “Oh. My. God. Sam, his penis is so pretty!”
Her face scrunched up. “Uh, Tessa? Guys don’t like it when you call Mr. Winky pretty.”
“Oh but it is so pretty. He has a pretty pink porn penis!”
“I hate you right now,” Sam replied.
“I hate myself right now! It is like he knows when I get myself off because the next thing I know he is doing something to get me frustrated again. The guy is hundreds of miles away. How the fuck can he do that?”
“When does he get back?”
“Not until Saturday. I really hope I can get out of doing any private dances. I don’t know if I will be able to resist taking someone home.”
“Good luck with that,” she said while laughing at me.
I was back at the bar wearing the uniform black robe after my set and Sam was obliging me with as many Tequila-O’s as I wanted. I was relishing in the shudder of my third mini-O with my eyes closed when I felt someone bump into me and heard them mutter an apology. I opened my eyes to find six feet of muscle standing next to me. He was ordering a beer but was still so close that I could feel the heat radiating off of his tan skin. I couldn’t help but stare at him, and I was afraid I might have been drooling a little. When he turned back to me, I snapped my mouth closed.
“Didn’t mean to bump you there. Why’d you have your eyes closed anyway?”
“It’s okay. I’m used to being bumped.” Oh shit, I thought. Did that really just come out of my mouth? “I mean, when you work in a busy place like this, you gotta know how to take the bumps.” Not much better, Tessa. Ugh.
“Still doesn’t tell me why your eyes were closed, sugar.” he said while he leaned in and placed his hand on my hip. Oh god, he was touching me. I knew my brain was way too horny to deal with this the right way.
Honesty was the best policy, right? “I was just enjoying my Tequila-O,” I told him, hoping he would take that for an answer.
He let out a deep laugh that sent chills down my arms. “Tequila-O? Haha! That is priceless. Let me know if you’re interested in getting the real thing, sugar.”
I started freaking out inside. This cannot be happening right now. Why did I make that stupid promise to Reese? Here was this delicious piece of man who was offering what without a doubt would be an amazing roll in the hay and all I could think about was what I’d promised Reese.
He must have thought I was contemplating his offer because he moved even closer, wrapped his arm all the way around my waist, and started whispering in my ear. “We could just sneak into the back alley. I promise nobody would know we were back there. That is, if you can keep from screaming out my name.”
“I don’t even know your name,” was all I could think to say. My slow, lust-filled brain was going to get me in trouble.
He pulled back and offered out his hand. “I’m Myles, and I really loved your dance, Rain.”
As I took his offered hand, he gave me a firm handshake while looking me straight in the eyes. He looked so familiar, but I couldn’t figure out where I could knew him from.
I shook my head in an attempt to clear it and bring myself back to my senses. “Nice to meet you, Myles. I really appreciate the offer, but I’ve got to get back to work.” I took the last shot Sam had laid out for me, shuddered as the tequila burned down my throat, and walked away.
I went back to the dressing rooms to get ready for the private dance that was booked for me tonight. I was glad I only had one. After that, I could go home, give BOB some fresh batteries, and try to relieve some of this frustration. Walking down the hall to the rooms, I found myself repeating a mantra I’d never thought I’d mutter in a hundred years. Please let it be a fat or old guy… Fat or old… Fat or old…
Before I even turned the door handle, I knew deep down that I’d never be that lucky. My suspicion was confirmed when I looked in and saw Myles sitting on the couch with a smug smile on his face. When he started rubbing his palms up and down his thighs, my attention turned to the large bulge his erection was causing beneath his stonewashed jeans. I had a better chance of winning a fucking Olympic gold medal in skee-ball than I did at pulling off a decent lap dance without grinding on him. The way his hands were moving all over the place, apparently trying to find a comfortable place to rest, told me that he probably needed to be reminded of rule number one—no touching the girls.
“Hello again, Myles. You seem fidgety. Did they explain the rules to you?” I asked him with a clipped tone.
“Yes they did, sugar, but you said yourself you don’t mind the bumps.”
“The bumps don’t include touching, Myles. Be a good boy and keep your hands on the couch.”
I decided the best way to pull this off without going too far was to stay as far away from him as I could for as long as I could. So instead of walking to him, I turned to the pole that was to the right of the door and started spinning slowly around it, letting my long hair hang down over my shoulder. I grabbed the pole with both hands and jumped to wrap my legs around it. Then, using my thighs and hands, I climbed up to the ceiling. Twisting my legs around the pole to hold on, I let go with my hands, falling back so that I was upside down. I reached around behind me, undid the single clasp that held my bra on, and allowed it to fall quickly to the floor, baring my pasty-covered breasts.
I stayed in that position for a few seconds before twisting and giving myself the needed boost to spin around the pole, lowering myself toward the ground while still holding on with only my thighs. This was my favorite way to get down because of the amazing head rush it caused. Before I got too low, I clenched my stomach muscles to pull myself back into an upright position and grabbed the pole.