Size Game: A Single Dad Romance

by S. C. Adams

  I knew this was a competitive business, but I thought when my boss approached me that I was just going to get a promotion, not have to interview all over again. I had served at enough parties that planning one shouldn’t be a big deal.

  Hailey was one of my competitors. We had to pitch a party idea to this group of people who would rate us, and whoever got the highest rating got the job. Well, Hailey started talking to me about this idea she had, and I told her my idea. Then, we got the great idea to pitch it as a team, to combine our ideas.

  We were the only ones who pitched it as a team, and the raters loved it. They had never once seen a pair of competitors team up to propose an idea together. We both walked out of there with high-end jobs and our own teams of caterers, decorators, and waitstaff. Honestly, I think the fact we teamed up is what got us the job. Since then we have joined a company that employs about twenty planners who each have their own teams. So, we work together and in competition at the same time. It’s odd, but it works for us.

  The company allows the planners to take jobs they want and not take the ones they don’t want. Some of us bid and compete for certain jobs; others just have their portfolio on display and let the clients come to them.

  After a few minutes, I manage to find a table and wipe a few crumbs off it while I wait for Hailey. She’s fashionably late as usual. Finally, she struts through the door holding a few giant portfolios in her arms. She comes to the table, sets her things down, and goes to order her coffee.

  I open my laptop and pull up the details on the next party while I wait for her. Once she sits, she lets out a huge sigh.

  “Oh. My. God. Claire, you would not believe my clients. They literally walked into my office with all of these drawings of everything they want. Like, who does that?”

  “Looks like you have your hands full with those clients. What do they want?”

  “Some jungle-themed sweet sixteen party for their snooty daughter who just got a modeling job clearly because Daddy bought her a couple of tits.”

  We have a good laugh about that and drink our coffee while comparing parties. She’s got her sweet sixteen, and I have a thirtieth anniversary of some strip club. We start talking about the jobs and bounce ideas off one another. She seems a little more excited about my party than hers.

  Hailey enjoys working the more public parties where the publicity is over-the-top. She was born and raised here, so she knows how it goes. Any chance she gets to be in the limelight, she takes. She likes to tell me that there is no bad publicity. Pretty much everyone, myself included, thinks she’s wrong. But whatever makes her happy.

  After the first coffee, we settle down and chat about everyday stuff. She tells me about some of her dates, and I tell her about the guy from FLICK.

  “Claire, you got a date tomorrow? Ahh!”

  “I know, I know. He seems like a decent guy. He actually didn’t send me a dick pic.”

  “Really? Is there something wrong with him?”

  I laugh and pull out my phone to show her the conversation we had. It’s not uncommon for me to show her my conversations with the random guys that message me on dating sites. Usually I try to see if she knows who they are first. Only because she goes on so many dates that I honestly don’t want to jump in the same pool as her. Nothing against her, just… ew.

  “Oh. He’s cute. Sounds like a decent guy too.”

  “Yeah, but it’s been so long since I’ve been on a date with a decent guy. I mean, he was confused when I asked him if he wanted to see my tits.”

  “You sent him a pic, right?”

  “Yeah.”

  “So, you’ll take your shirt off for him over the phone but not in person?”

  I laugh at her, and she laughs in return.

  “C’mon, girl. It’ll be fun. Go out, have a few drinks, dance with him, and if he’s not your type, no big deal. You’ll be at a club—go home with someone else.”

  “You’re a terrible person, Hailey.”

  “But you love me for it.”

  “Yeah.”

  We laugh again and continue our conversation about him. We start looking over his profile. He’s got some cute pictures. One has him on a beach, lounging on a towel in the sand. Clearly it is a staged picture, but who cares? You can see his perfectly toned chest and arms. We’re both a little surprised that he has no tattoos. Another has him at the gym working on his arms, and you can see every bulging muscle.

  His profile also says he owns a business. It doesn’t say what kind of business, but there are at least two pictures of him with some tech stuff: one of him at a computer playing some game and another where he’s actually building something. Hailey is racking her brain trying to figure out who he is. She swears she’s seen him before, but the name doesn’t ring a bell and none of his pictures have struck anything either.

  “So, he owns a business. Whatcha think? Like a little artisan soap store or like one of those skyscrapers? Clearly he’s got a hobby, but that could mean anything.”

  “I don’t know. Out here, anyone can do anything. Hand-painted collector’s plates by day, robot builder by night.”

  “He wants you for one night, right?”

  “Yeah, and I’m fine with that. I don’t think I could do another committed thing again.”

  The last time I was in a committed relationship was right before I moved to New York. We were really serious—engaged, in fact. I thought it was going to be a fairy-tale ending where we would get married and I would bear his children, the whole nine. We had been together for two years before he proposed, and we were engaged for another year after that.

  But I found out he had been screwing around behind my back with an intern from his work. She got her internship solely because she was screwing him and wasn’t qualified in the least. I only found out everything when she showed up at my door four months pregnant with his kid.

  He was in for a surprise when he got home that night. I already had everything packed and in my car. Most of his stuff was either in shambles or strewn about the yard—mostly her doing. I kept the ring and any valuables I deemed mine; after all he bought the ring for me.

  From there I decided to chase my dreams and packed up my stuff. I flew to New York to try and get my big break in theater only to find out that it’s not what you do but who you know. I’m glad my first boss believed in me and helped me out. He really turned the tables for me. I may not have gotten my big break in theater, but I think it’s for the best.

  “It’s one night and you know it’s one night. Dress to the nines, wear your best panties, go out and get a mani-pedi, get your hair did, everything. Make the night about you.”

  “And if he wants to start things in the club or somewhere else?”

  “Pack some condoms. It’s better to have them and not need them than need them and not have them. Why do you think I always have condoms and tampons in my purse?” She laughs.

  “Can I call you just in case?”

  “Always girl, you know that.”

  We finish having coffee and bouncing ideas off one another, then kiss each other’s cheeks and head off in our own cabs. I head right back to my apartment to drop off my stuff and get myself ready for tomorrow. She’s right—I need a few hours to myself.

  I find a nearby spa and get there ASAP. I know that I need to relax and enjoy. Once I get there, the ladies at the desk ask what I want. I tell them I have a hot date tomorrow evening. They exchange a glance and seem to know exactly what to do. One takes my things and finds a locker for it all. The other grabs a fluffy bathrobe and shows me to the first room.

  I undress and lie on the table, awaiting a massage. A large dark, handsome man with a wonderful Italian accent comes into the room, and once he puts his hands on me, I swear I drift off into the ether. He has me turned me to putty within seconds. The smell of the lavender oil sends my mind wandering, and I don’t want to come back.

  After that he gives me a salt scrub, one of those fancy cucumber-on-the-eye green facials,
and a quick hand-and-foot soak. Once he leaves, a pair of tiny Asian women come in to work on my hands and feet. They scrub and file and shine until my nails are glistening and perfect. I couldn’t have asked for better.

  After the few hours in heaven, I leave feeling like a million dollars. On my way home, I start to think about my date tomorrow night. I wonder what he’ll be like. Will he be stuck-up and prudish? Will he be nerdy and nervous? What about sensitive and caring? One can only hope he’s good in bed.

  3

  Alex

  I’ve been at the club for about twenty minutes. I showed up early, scoped out the area, and got myself one quick drink. I know exactly where the best table is and have claimed it with my jacket. I don’t know what she likes, so I haven’t ordered anything for her.

  I’m nervous and probably look like a creep, wandering around a club alone. I sip my drink and try not to look as creepy. I sit at the table and wait until I don’t feel any more eyes on my back, then I look around a bit more. There are quite a few people here, and the music is loud. I can feel the beats of the music reverberating through my chest.

  A little while later, I see her coming through the door. I stand at the table and flag her down. She approaches, and she is gorgeous. Just like she said, she has a tight top that shows off her wonderful cleavage and a short skirt that barely hangs half an inch below her buttocks. She has cute suede ankle boots and a small jacket. Each and every curve is hugged by a stretched piece of fabric. I swear her top could burst at any minute, and wouldn’t that be a shame?

  I pull out a chair for her, and she seems surprised. She sits, sets her purse down, and removes her jacket. Her arms are bare and beautiful. I just want to feel how soft her skin must be. I mouth a question, asking her if she wants a drink. She nods, so I go to the bar to get some drinks. I hand her a mai tai, and she sips it happily. I chose well.

  We attempt to talk about our jobs over the loud music, and I feel the tip of her foot brush against my leg. I smile and scoot my chair closer to her. She immediately places her hand on my thigh and caresses it gently. I wrap my arm around her shoulder and pull her close. I may not know much about courting a woman, but I do know that if a woman flips her hair and tilts her head just enough to show you her neck, you kiss it.

  The second my lips touch her skin, there is a spark. We both take notice. Her skin is soft and warm. Our drinks are gone within seconds, and instead of heading to the dance floor we leave and find the nearest hotel. Along the way she is hooked on my arm with her breasts pressed against me. I can’t help but glance down at her cleavage.

  We’re barely in the lobby and she has a hand up under my jacket, gently raking her nails against my side. I’m shivering and trying very hard not to stumble through my words as I pay for a room at the front desk. We get the key and make it to the elevator.

  I take a chance and pin her against the back wall as soon as the doors shut. I look deep into her beautiful brown eyes, then plant a gentle kiss on her lips. I feel her melt in my grasp, and I want more. I kiss down her neck and find that sweet spot that makes her gasp, right where the neck ends and the shoulder begins. I kiss there again and again, making her squirm in my grasp.

  The elevator dings and opens onto our floor. We make it to the room and throw open the door. Our jackets are on the floor, and our shoes are thrown off into the corners. She has her hands up my shirt, then rips it open, sending buttons flying across the room. I have my hands down the back of her skirt, pulling it down so she can step out, and I feel the telltale signs of sexy panties—a lace thong that leaves most of her ass bare.

  Our lips and tongues are locked together as we stumble toward the bed. She slides her hands down to my pants and undoes them so I can step out. I lift my hands to her top and pull it up over her head to reveal her wonderfully plump breasts with perky pink nipples—no bra in the least, which is just perfect. I grasp her breast and quickly bring my lips down to kiss her nipple.

  We step back from each other and take a brief moment to admire the wonderful bodies before us. She is standing just in a black thong, and I want to touch every inch of her. I watch her eyes move across my body until they meet mine. I step forward and lift her off the ground, something that has clearly not been done to her before.

  I throw her down on the bed and pull her panties off, then remove my boxers. Within moments I am on top of her, kissing her neck and her lips. She pulls me against her, and without thinking, I plunge my cock inside her. Her warm, wet pussy engulfs my cock. It’s so tight and slick. She feels so amazing, and I have to keep going.

  She moans softly in my ear. I reach one hand up to caress her breast softly. I gently roll her perky nipple between my forefinger and thumb while I kiss her neck and thrust into her again and again. She moans louder.

  I dig my fingers into her breast until I hear a twinge of pain in her moaning, then release it slowly. I pull her nipple between my lips and roll it lightly. Then I go to her other nipple and suckle until she moans. I lift myself up so I can watch her breasts bounce with every powerful thrust.

  Her moaning is out of this world. I love it. I fuck her harder and harder, and her eyes shut tight as she screams out in pleasure. Her body shivers and her tight pussy clamps around my cock.

  She bucks up under me, her legs wrapped tight around my hips. She pulls me down into a tongue-filled kiss. Then she wraps her arms around me and digs her nails into my back. I can feel her scratching, and it makes me thrust harder. My cock is as deep as it can be, and her moaning intensifies with each thrust.

  I feel my limit approaching fast, but I don’t want to stop feeling her pussy around my cock. I have to make the most of this night. It’s only one night. I bite my lip and fuck her hard as I feel her cum again around me. Every muscle in her body tightens and ripples in pleasure.

  I moan out, trying hard to hold myself back. I thrust again and again, with as much force as I can muster. It isn’t soon after that I feel myself reach the limit. My cock throbs hard, and I thrust deep inside her and fill her full.

  I keep myself on top of her for a few moments longer. We kiss each other softly, then harder before I slowly roll off her and look over at her beautiful body. She looks at me with a smile, kisses me on the cheek, then jumps up off the bed and grabs for her clothes. I watch her get dressed, and after a few minutes she comes back, kisses me once more on the lips, and is out the door.

  This night was only supposed to be a one-night-stand kind of thing, I know that. But watching her leave like it all meant nothing actually hurt. I start to think that maybe I really wasn’t ready to jump into it. I don’t think I was ready to do something so passionate and yet so meaningless.

  It has been many years that I have slept alone, but tonight the bed I lie in feels cold. It feels emptier than usual. To have someone leave makes it feel worse than not having anyone there at all.

  After a long while of watching the ceiling, I manage to fall asleep.

  4

  Claire

  Hailey should be here soon, and I can’t wait to tell her about my night. It was absolutely amazing! She will want every detail, for sure. I know it was a one-night stand, but damn! It was way better than pretty much any of my previous encounters.

  The second I hear the knock at the door, I jump up and open it for her. We embrace and head to the couch, and she drops her jacket and purse on the way. There’s no time to place things when there’s a juicy story to be had. She pours herself a glass of red wine and tops mine off. Before jumping into the conversation, she takes a long sip off her glass.

  “Okay, don’t spare any details. How was he?”

  I tell her everything. All of the flirting at the club and then the flirting in the elevator at the hotel and how he just pulled out the card and paid for the entire evening without even a blink. I tell her how we undressed, and she leans in closer when I give her the description of his amazing body. Then I tell her every hot, steamy detail of the incredible sex we had.

  Hailey squeal
s and pats my shoulder. “Oh. My. God. That sounds ah-mazing.”

  “I know. It was just so…” I can’t even finish my sentence.

  “Did you find out more about the mysterious Alex?”

  “Oh yeah! So, you are going to flip. That business he owns, it’s not a little tiny thing.”

  “Tell me. Tell me!”

  “He’s a CEO!”

  We squeal together. Bagging a CEO for a fling is like a monumental occasion.

  “No wonder he paid for the night. What is he CEO of?”

  “AleAnt or something like that.”

  “Shut up! Seriously?”

  “Why?”

  “That’s the big tech gaming company! The one that does the VR first-person shooters and the drones with the built-in night-vision cameras.”

  “How do you know all that?”

  “I did a party for them about a year ago. You remember that crazy Asian-themed party where all the waiters had to wear sexy kimonos? They were celebrating selling some new VR game.”

  We talk for a little while longer about Alex and his company until there is a knock at my door. We pause and stare at the door. Neither of us are expecting anyone, and I live in a secure building. No one buzzed from outside. Is it a neighbor? I don’t think my walls are that thin.

  I get up and open the door to find the tall, blue-eyed beauty that I left in the hotel last night. I am shocked and can’t form words. He is smiling at me with his hands tucked behind his back.

  “Um, Hi. What—what are you doing here?”

  “Oh, I’m sorry. You left this at the hotel last night. Thought you might want it back.” He holds out my wallet, and I am almost too stunned to take it from him.