by Maggie Way
I threw back my shoulders and tried hard to take on a look of charisma, although Ms. Pinkhair didn’t seem to be the least bit interested. As she played her game of pool with her friends, I watched her. She was a petite little thing with muscular legs, curvy hips, and perfect breasts that would fit my hands nicely. If her skirt was an inch shorter, she would’ve shown the world, including me, whether or not she was wearing anything under it, and the betting man that I was, my take was that she was commando.
Drew and I were taking our turn out and sitting on some stools against the wall. Ms. Pinkhair was taking her shot and backed right into me. When she turned to apologize, her feet tangled with mine, and she stumbled into my arms.
“I’m sorry. I don’t have a back-up camera installed,” she said in between her giggles.
“Not a problem. Happy to catch you,” I uttered.
I stood her back on her wobbly legs, and when her big blue eyes met mine, there was a connection. She returned to her game, but from that moment on, I never thought about her pink ponytail again. She became Blue Eyes to me.
My cock hardened at the idea of taking her home, regardless about making good on the bet. I began to flirt with her and through mini bits of conversation between the two groups, soon discovered she was the only one in the bunch who was single. Thank God I wasn’t going to have a jealous husband beating down my door.
Player, I was. Home-wrecker—no way, not my style.
I challenged her to a game of pool. Our groups stood back and watched as the little tart played me and beat me with a fierce attitude. The crowd roared. Finally, after constant begging, she told me her name was Monique. I noticed when she said it that the girls looked at each other and shrugged, but I didn’t have a clue what that body language meant.
“Play me again, and if I win, you have to dance with me.”
“I don’t dance,” she said.
“Then be sure to not lose,” I teased her.
She took the bet, and this time, I played my very best game of pool. It was a battle to the end, but I finally beat her. She took the loss well and grabbed my hand to lead me downstairs amidst the whoop and hollers of the guys—as well as girls.
We went to the jukebox, and I handed her quarters from my pocket.
“Make it a slow one, will ya?” I begged.
Sweet Home Alabama, Lynard Skynard
So much for slow, but we had fun. She made good on my request because the next two songs that came up gave me time to breathe and what a breath it was of her delicate scent.
Drive, by The Cars
Everybody Hurts, R.E.M.
I found the words to the songs she chose interesting. In her drunken state, she was admitting to her own relationship issues, I was sure of it. We danced to several songs, and it wasn’t long before she melted into me. Her rosy lips were there for the taking, and I couldn’t control myself. When my lips made contact with hers, they were like velvet.
“I have a limo outside, let’s get out of here,” she whispered against my lips.
“I have a car outside.”
“You’re too far gone to drive. Limo.” She stood firm and crossed her arms. Like she had room to talk.
“Fine, I’ll get my car tomorrow. Let’s go to my place.”
She whispered something to her friends and then dragged me by the hand out the back door. I looked over my shoulder in Drew’s direction in time to see him give a thumbs-up.
I gave the limo driver my address. He said he had a crew who could bring me my car for a hundred bucks, so I tossed him the keys and handed him some cash before sliding into the back with Monique.
I’d had sex in a limo, but it had been years. We were all over each other. She straddled my hips with no inhibitions. All I could think about was throwing her under me on the seat, but I didn’t have a condom with me. As frisky as this little filly was, she had to wait until we got to my house. It was a clear case of who wanted to fuck who.
I slid my hand up her skirt to a smooth, round ass and felt the small string of her thong. I couldn’t wait to slip it off and get inside her. I thought about the mental bet I’d made with myself that she would’ve been commando under the skirt. Strike one for me.
She kissed me hard on the mouth and finished it off with a soft bite of my lips. My cock twitched between us. I nudged her backwards enough to un-tuck my shirt, hoping the driver wouldn’t have a good laugh at my hard-on when I stepped out of the car.
The moment we pulled into the drive, I realized I didn’t have a house key or a remote for the garage. Just my fucking luck. I hoped the housekeeper had left her key in the lockbox by the front door, or we were going to be up shit creek without a paddle.
The lockbox was empty. Damn. The night was getting more interesting by the second. Then I remembered I’d put a spare key under the grill for my nephew who was always locking himself out when he came to visit.
Monique was giggling like crazy, and I was grateful I didn’t have a neighbor close by or she would’ve disturbed their peace for sure. Unable to walk well in her shoes, I finally picked her up and carried her through the fence to the backyard.
“Are we breaking in?” She laughed and then… she snorted. I think she could’ve gotten arrested and wouldn’t have cared at that moment, she was obviously feeling no pain.
It was so dark I could barely see and had to feel my way, so I sat her down on the counter beside the grill.
Bingo. I scored.
I unlocked the door and typed in the reset for the alarm before going back outside for her.
I carried Monique into the living room amidst her pleas to put her down, so I let her go on the sofa. She used my shirt to pull me closer towards her. Our tongues entwined, and our breaths were heavy. She was all over me, begging for it.
I rose up from her and removed her shoes. She slipped off her T-shirt, revealing delicious curves spilling from her bra. Her blue eyes continued to twinkle in the light of the lamp. With her lips rosy and puffed from kissing me all the way home, she had that mussed up look that whispered fuck me.
I stood and pulled her upright by her hands. Continuing to hold one, I led her to my bedroom where she stood beside my bed, chewing her lower lip. She was smokin’ hot, pink hair and all, but the blue eyes had my attention.
She trailed kisses from my jaw down my chest as she unbuttoned and removed my shirt. When she came to my jeans, she went to her knees. While I welcomed a blowjob any day of the week, the idea of having her lips around my cock almost had me coming in my jeans.
“Not yet, baby,” I groaned.
I needed to fuck her. I needed to pound my cock into her pussy. I wanted to taste her and know she was as sweet as I was imagining. With her hand in mine, I pulled her from the floor and lifted her chin with my finger.
“What do you want?” I asked her.
Her eyes bounced from mine, back and forth. She took her time in answering.
“You. All of you. Make me remember what it feels like to be a woman.”
I was curious who’d mistreated this little luxury, but his loss was my gain.
Her skirt hit the floor, followed by pink lacy panties and matching bra. Her body was curvy and beautiful and felt wonderful in my hands as I guided her backwards on the bed.
Out of my jeans and hovering above her, she reached for my face and pulled our heads together. Her kisses were hungry and leading. Whether verbally or with physical expression, I loved it when a woman would ask for what she wanted. I trailed my tongue down her neck and nibbled at her perky nipples, hard just for me. When I got to the piercing in her belly button, my cock throbbed. Fuck, yeah, this girl was a turn on.
She moaned as my mouth searched lower, and when I found paradise between her thighs, she went wild. I craved having a responsive lover, and she did not disappoint.
She tasted sweet as honey, and I couldn’t control my tongue, savoring every drop of her. When she came on my fingers inside her, the cries she emitted were both sexy and close to animalis
tic. It was almost my undoing.
I found a box of condoms in the drawer and prayed they were still in date; it’d been a while. With my cock sleeved, I slowly pushed at her entrance, but she was tight. I sure didn’t mind working for it. As I pushed harder, her eyes went wide.
No fuckin’ way this girl was a virgin. Nah, couldn’t be.
“Please tell me this is not your first time.” My body frozen, waiting for her response.
She shook her head no then watched me like a caged animal. “Just been a long time,” she whispered with the look of embarrassment.
I couldn’t continue. Something inside me just said it was wrong. Call it moral compass in action. I didn’t even know her last name or anything about her. Okay, I’ll admit that those factors hadn’t stopped me in the past, but Monique was very intoxicated and clearly not firing with all chambers. She knew nothing about me.
I moved from above her and slipped the condom off before pulling her close to me. “You’re hot and definitely have me worked up, but I can’t take advantage of gal who’s not sober.”
“I’m sober.” She laughed.
“Yeah, right. Let’s see how you feel in the morning.” I dragged my fingers up and down her arm. She fit up next to me perfectly, and it felt good to hold a woman again.
We talked for no longer than five minutes, and then she was out. I heard my golden retriever, Simon, bark at the door and figured it was just the guys delivering the car. I didn’t even bother to get up, not wanting to disturb the pink princess in my arms.
All evening, I’d felt there was something familiar about her, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
Chapter Four
Chloe
My head hurt, and I was so nauseous I thought I’d throw up in the bed. I sat up quickly and didn’t know where I was. Nor, did I know the man beside me. I slid out of bed and practically crawled into the bathroom before tossing my cookies.
I realized I was naked and had no memory of how I got that way or what had happened to me. I quietly closed the French doors to the bathroom and started the water running in the shower. It was a huge bathroom, like a designer suite in a hotel. All of the products in the shower were for men, but I didn’t care.
I saw the pink color of my hair in the mirror and freaked out, forgetting for a moment what I had done.
Once I was under the water, the pink tint slowly started washing out because the water turned the same color. It just kept coming. I rinsed and rinsed and prayed my hair would be back to my normal blonde when it was all said and done.
When I dried off with the towel and peeked at the mirror, there was less of the pink and all the harsh makeup had been removed with soap. Once again, I was barefaced and all natural, back to my normal self.
Except for my clothes.
No way in hell was I going to put that tank top back on.
There were two doors on opposite sides of the shower. I opened one and it was an empty closet. Nothing in it but a box in the middle of the floor.
That was strange.
I opened the door on the other side and found a closet full of neatly organized clothes for a man. Must’ve been the one in the bed who was currently nameless.
His choice in clothes was weird. He had a gazillion white designer shirts, all the same. A rack of suits and a rack of jeans. Either he didn’t like colors or couldn’t make choices.
I helped myself to one of his white shirts and figured he probably wouldn’t miss it. Taking the shirt and slowly tiptoeing out into the bedroom, I found my clothes strewn on the floor. Sure wished I could remember how they got that way. When I stumped my toe on the furniture, he stirred and moaned, “Monique.”
Who the hell is Monique? Oh wait, that is me. Did I tell him my full name? I had no freakin’ recollection.
Slowly, I picked up my clothes and tiptoed into the next room where I found a sweet golden retriever.
“Please don’t bark,” I whispered. “Good boy.”
I stroked his coat and he nuzzled my hand. We instantly became friends.
With lamps on, I found my way around like a thief. My purse was on the ottoman in the living room. Grateful that my phone still had battery, I looked up a number to a cab service. Just one problem—I didn’t know where to tell them to come. Still continuing to tiptoe, I found the front door of the large home and prayed there would be mail in the mailbox.
Before I went outside, I pulled on my skirt and his shirt, which hung down nearly the length of the tiny amount of black fabric. In my mind, I was cursing April for such an eventful evening. One day, I would pay her back for sure.
I peeked out the large wood and iron door and looked to see how close the neighbors were. I was thrilled to realize his house was positioned on a large lot, and the closest neighbor wasn’t within yelling distance. With my risqué outfit in tow, I walked barefoot down the drive to the mailbox. As I walked, the fresh air began to breathe life back into my brain. The sun had barely come up, and it was a beautiful morning. I needed to get to the stables and check on Cherokee before it got too warm.
I struck gold with the mail. His name was Flynn Davis, and I had an address for the cab. On the way back into the house, I had the strangest feeling I knew him, but I couldn’t place it. I would have to wait until the alcohol left my body before I could revisit the thought. The most important thing was getting out of his home before he woke up.
The cab arrived quickly and I escaped without embarrassment. I heard the golden boy whining when I closed the door behind me, and I figured my gentleman friend would be awake momentarily.
“Please sir, I’m in a hurry,” I uttered to the driver.
As the cab quickly pulled away, I looked back toward the house and saw him standing in the doorway. All I could do was pray I hadn’t told him who I really was and that the girls kept their mouths shut.
It was midafternoon before the text messages started flooding in. Rather than continually type things out, I called the girls, starting with the Instigator, my new nickname for April.
“Why are you calling me? Why aren’t you still in bed with the hottie?” April teased.
“I snuck out early this morning. Why don’t you give me a play-by-play, seeing as how I don’t remember anything?”
“What do you mean you don’t remember?”
“I woke up naked, but I don’t remember having sex. I don’t remember him driving us to his place. I don’t remember telling him my name, yet he moaned out Monique. You got me into this shit, so do you mind helping me please!”
“OMG, well, for starters, you told him your name was Monique, so we rolled with that. Y'all took the limo to his place, and the service sent someone for his car, but I can’t tell you if you had sex or not. Do you feel like you did? I mean it has been a while.”
“Oh, stop it. No, actually, I’m not sore or anything, just nervous. I couldn’t even tell what he looked like because I escaped so fast, but this morning, flashes of us dancing have come back to me.”
“You call that dancing? You two were all over each other, and he is smokin’ hot. But, there is something I have to tell you, and I don’t want this to hurt because I could tell he was in to you…”
“The fucker’s married?” I interrupted.
“No, he’s not. His friends bet him two hundred bucks that he couldn’t score that night. Seems it had been a while for him as well. So after y’all left, they started talking, and we overheard them grumbling they had to pay up.”
“Son of a— I have to go.” I hung up.
I don’t know what I was angrier about—the bet—or my own stupidity.
Chapter Five
Flynn
I heard Simon whining at the front door. When I called out to him, he didn’t respond. I felt the other side of the bed, it was empty. I had a sick feeling she was gone.
I threw on a pair of old shorts and walked through the house, but there was no sign of her. Simon was sitting in the front entry and appeared as though he’d just lost his be
st friend. When I opened the door, the Yellow Cab Service was driving away. Obviously, she’d thought things were a mistake, and found skipping out to be the better option.
“Ma’am, one of your drivers just picked up someone at my residence,” I spoke into my phone. “Can you tell me where they are being dropped off?”
“I don’t have that information yet, sir, we don’t the destination until after the transaction is complete unless it is a pre-order. You’ll have to call back later after the fare is complete.” The lady hung up without giving any more information or volunteering another second of her time.
I decided to shower and get dressed, so when I found out where she’d gone, I could go to her and tell her nothing had happened.
When I walked into my bathroom and started the shower, there was a pile of pink suds at the bottom of it. I began to wonder what color her hair really was, since I knew it was no longer pink, and who the mystery woman named “Monique” really was.
Thoughts of her in my arms caused my heart to skip beats and my cock to stir. Suddenly, I regretted for a second not claiming her over and over again, but then, that wasn’t the gentlemanly thing to do.
After an hour, I called the cab service back and got the address for the drop off. When I searched the Internet, I came up with Grape Creek Animal Clinic.
I looked up their number, but it was after hours and only their answering service picked up and they denied knowing a Monique. But, I didn’t let it end there. When I pulled up the web page for GCAC, I saw a mega smile and a beautiful woman, Dr. Chloe M. Howard. There was little Miss Blue Eyes.
The M had to stand for Monique. Did she really go by Chloe or Monique? And then it hit me where I knew her from…Stuttgart Farms.
I wasted no time in driving to the clinic, but it was closed. I didn’t see their work truck anywhere, and I took a gamble that she might be checking on Cherokee. With daylight burning, I raced like crazy out to the farm.
