by Angela Blake
“Jackass!” She called out hotly as she struggled to free herself of Russel’s vice like grip. The man opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, Russel had released Anya and strode over to him. He punched the man squarely in the face before he stood up and dusted off his pants.
He casually made his way towards Anya who was watching him shell shocked. He cupped her face in his hands as he casually checked her over. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”
“I’m fine.” A smile tugged on the corner of her lips. “Not that I couldn’t handle it, you know.”
“Oh, I know, I was watching for five minutes ready to pounce till I saw how you twisted his arm behind his back like that, nice grip by the way.”
Anya blushed, “Thanks,” her smile fell away, “what are you doing here?”
“I was grabbing a drink with some buddies from work, then I saw you from across the dance floor,” he leaned his forehead against hers, “Took everything I had to just stand there and not yank that guy away and dance with you instead.”
Anya breathed deeply as she allowed the scent of him to wash over her. Their spell was broken when a pair of high heels sounded on the floor, “What the hell is going on?”
***
They both froze as jumped apart guiltily. Anya began to rub her arms up and down to ward off the sudden chill, “Lis, I can explain.”
Lisa looked shocked as she stared from her dad to her best friend, “He’s the older guy you were telling me about?”
Russel threw her a look which she ignored as she took a step forward, “Lisa, I meant what I said, I won’t ruin your relationship with your father, nor will I risk our friendship, you have to believe that. This guy was just getting handsy and Ru-“
“Your father,” she hastened to correct herself, “Just came over to see if I needed help, that’s all.”
Lisa opened and closed her mouth separate times as she looked between the two of them, “I give up.” She said suddenly.
“What?” They both echoed in unison.
“I could see that you two were attracted to each other from the minute I brought you home, but I thought it was just attraction, and I mean you’re my best friend, and he’s my dad, but I’ve seen the way you two look at each other when you think I don’t notice, and I’ve seen the connection you two have.”
Lisa threw her hair across her shoulder, “Now maybe I’m drunk, and I’ll regret this in the morning, but I honestly don’t care if you two date. I mean it is going to be weird as hell, but I’m not getting in the way of your happiness.”
She gave both of them a wide smile before she grabbed Patrick’s hand and walked off. They both gazed after her, wondering what just happened before they looked at each other, identical smiles of relief and happiness spread out across their faces.
She threw herself at him, and he hugged her tightly, nearly tripping over because of the weight of her impact.
“Now then, how do you feel about a real date followed by eating food off of someone else?”
She responded by throwing her head back and laughing as he lowered her to the floor, and they began to dance slowly, caught in their own little bubble.
THE END
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Chapter One
Nicole looked at her friend, Melanie. The latter was across the table, sitting on a guy’s lap, holding a bottle of beer. The man’s hand was crawling all over her, groping Melanie’s breasts and thigh. Melanie didn’t seem to mind. She loved the extra attention he was giving her.
“Hey, feeling a little lonely?” a voice asked from behind.
Nicole turned and saw a man standing by her side, offering her a bottle. Smiling, Nicole took the offer and scooted over to the side. He quickly sat down beside her.
“New guy, meet Melanie and Danny,” Nicole introduced as she pointed to her friend and the man she was flirting with. “Melanie, Danny, the new guy.”
“I’m Michael,” the new guy introduced himself. He gave a simple nod off to Danny and Melanie before he turned his attention to Nicole. “Thanks, by the way. I was hoping we could sit down, drink and talk for a little while.”
Nicole smiled back at him and then said, “Well, I was starting to feel out of place here. She’s got his hands all over her. I got nothing.”
“Makes me wonder,” Michael told her. “You’re one hot little chick so I’m kind of surprised no one else approached.”
“You think I’m hot?”
He raised a finger and toyed with her orange-red hair, “Of course you are. I mean, look at you. You got gorgeous green eyes, fiery hair, your skin is like milk and you got the body of a bombshell. You’re like a walking sex goddess.”
“Woah, slow down,” Nicole said with a chuckle. “I get it, I make you horny. Petite girls do that. Don’t worry, I ain’t offended. At least someone thinks I’m gorgeous.”
Michael laughed and took a big gulp from his own drink before he said, “Does that justify the boner I have in my pants right now?”
“A big guy like you? Aren’t you hard like all the time, even when looking at a wall?”
Michael laughed again, “That’s a tough thing to say to a guy. I’m not a pervert or anything like that.”
“But you still go to bars hoping to find a drunk, easy woman to fuck?” Nicole followed up with another question. She wasn’t going to let him into her pants that easily, even when she felt warm and in need of a man’s touch.
“Maybe,” Michael answered, “or maybe I was just hoping to find someone just as lonely as I am.”
She looked at him as he said this and for the first time in the few minutes he had been there she finally got a better look at him. Michael was tall, almost six-feet-four, and had a beautiful light tan to his skin. He had dark brown hair and blue eyes and a neatly kept five o’clock beard trimming his chin. He was honestly quite handsome.
“Melanie already looks quite busy,” Nicole whispered into Michael’s ear. “How ‘bout you and I sneak off and give them some space?”
He put his bottle down, took Nicole’s hand and then led her away from the table. Nicole turned back one time to check on her friend. She saw Melanie waving good-bye while kissing Danny.
He led her to his car, parked right outside the club. Inside, the loud music and stench of alcohol and cigarettes died away. They stepped into the passenger seats and quickly she leaned in close to him, resting her head on his chest as he wrapped her with his arms.
Oddly enough, it felt comfortable.
“Thank you,” Nicole told him. “To be honest, this is my last night free.”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Work,” she replied. “I’m down to my last credit card. I need to start job hunting again in the morning. I figured me and Melanie could waste our last extra cash on a dance and some drinks.”
Michael began to caress her head and hair with his hand, “I guess I’m lucky then. I got into the right place at the right time.”
“You definitely gave me the drink,” Nicole whispered. “Let’s get onto the dance part.”
Michael watched as Nicole sat up and moved up to sit on his lap. In the dark he could barely see her but he did see the outline of her body as she began to remove her clothes. The mere sight of her skin made his heart beat a little faster and when he laid sight on her breasts, even in the dark, he felt his blood rushing in anticipation.
Hungrily, he grabbed her in an embrace and pulled her close. Without thinking he began to nibble and kiss her neck, going up to her ear and to her lips, as she grinded her body against his. He didn’t even notice she had slid her mini-skirt off and was rubbing her bare pussy against his crotch.
She wanted his warmth. She loved every moment she felt his hands on her body. When he undid his zipper and she caught hold of his manhood she felt nothing but ecstasy and excitement flooding her senses.
The warm of his lips and
his tongue on her flesh made her squirm and moan. Perhaps someone saw them outside. Perhaps no one did. She didn’t care at this point. In the morning, he’d leave her and life would be the same as if nothing happened. All she cared about at this point was the pleasure of his body against hers.
Nicole took his throbbing rod into her hands and guided it into her flesh. She descended down onto his lap, easing his manhood deep into her as it tore through her aching and wet pussy, and lost her mind.
Chapter Two
Nicole woke to the smell of coffee and eggs. She opened her eyes and found herself lying on a strange bed. It was covered in an exquisite comforter and a thick duvet underneath. When she looked around, she discovered that the bedroom was larger than her whole apartment. It even had its own fireplace and a dark, beautiful carpet. To one side she saw a door to a bathroom and a separate powder room. To another side she saw a slightly closed door. It was from this direction she could smell the aroma of breakfast.
She slowly crept out of bed and discovered she had nothing to wear. All of her clothes from the night before were nowhere to be found. She looked into one of the closets, in which she saw a plethora of male clothing, but fortunately managed to find a dark blue bathing robe that was long enough to cover her private parts. She quickly tied it around her waist and walked out the door.
Outside the bedroom she found a long hallway. She passed by a couple of doors but they were all shut and she didn’t want to discover who might be inside the rooms. Instead, she simply followed the aroma and eventually walked into a gorgeous kitchen.
The kitchen had black and white marble tiles and a large island table close to a long counter filled with numerous cooking utensils and appliances. She spotted a bar with tall barstools. At one end was a pair of ovens and a stove.
Cooking at this end was Michael, clad only in a pair of boxers and a white tank top.
“Hey, you’re awake,” he told her the moment he saw her walk in. “I thought you’d be in bed a while longer. I was going to serve you breakfast in bed.”
“Whose house did we break into last night?” Nicole asked as she took a barstool and sat close to Michael as he cooked. “Where the heck are we?”
Michael smiled and then waved a finger mindlessly to their surroundings, “Didn’t we have this conversation last night?”
“I was wasted,” she explained. “I’m sorry if I seem a little ditzy right now.”
Michael nodded and looked at her as he explained, “Welcome to my humble abode.”
Nicole’s jaw dropped in surprise.
“Yeah, you did that too last night,” Michael exclaimed as he focused his attention back to his cooking. “Come on, do I really not look like the kind of guy that would own this sort of house?”
Nicole looked at him, took a glance at the kitchen around her and then back at him. “No, you definitely do not strike me as that kind of guy.”
“Well, what kind of guy do I strike you as?”
“The sort that drives trucks all night for weeks?” Nicole answered. “I also thought military man or someone who worked on boats like a crab fisher or something. You got this really big body so I immediately thought of physical labor of some sort.”
Michael laughed and shook his head, “Well, I just like to keep in shape. If I didn’t I’d look like a really tall, lanky pencil. To be honest I own a consolidation corporation. You know White Eagle Corp. right?”
“You’ve got to be kidding me, how old are you?” Nicole just couldn’t believe what she was looking at. How could a guy like this, so young and smoking hot, be this successful? By the sheer look and size of his house he must have been a multi-millionaire or even a billionaire.
“Thirty-one,” he answered. “You? Oh god, please tell me I didn’t sleep with a minor.”
She laughed and shook her head, “Fortunately for you, I’m turning twenty-eight soon.”
“Really? When?”
Nicole watched as he flipped one of the sunny side-up eggs perfectly, “On Monday. I was hoping to get a job as a birthday gift to myself.”
Michael took one of the cooked eggs, placed it on a plate and served it with toasted bread and butter. He headed over to the counter, took a knife and fork, and a mug. Before heading back to Nicole he filled the mug with coffee out of a brewer and then served it all to Nicole.
She took a single sip of coffee and reached for sugar, “Wow, that’s strong.”
He handed her a small jar of sugar that had a teaspoon inside. “Damn, I need to get you something for your birthday then,” he said. “Want to go out later? I don’t usually head out to the mall but this is a special occasion.”
She nearly choked when she heard his offer, “Wait, what? Oh, no need for anything like that. I just want to get ready for job-hunting later and all. That’s my only thing for today.”
“What time are you planning to go around?”
“Sometime after lunch,” she answered. She took a bite out of her meal and then looked up at him, “Why, you plan on coming with me? It’s going to be a boring ride. Can’t give you a blowjob when I’m supposed to go in for an interview.”
He laughed hard at her statement and took a moment to grab his own cup of coffee. He took another barstool and sat opposite of her. “Let me drive you around.”
“Why?”
“If I let you go I might never see you again,” he exclaimed. Nicole nodded and realized he was right. They only met last night and it was just a one-night stand. If this doesn’t develop into something deeper soon then it’ll evaporate.
At least he knew this was his one shot to forge something stronger. Nicole could think of half a dozen guys that never even tried, having been satisfied with a fifteen minute quickie.
She looked into his eyes and stated, “I’ll admit, I thought this was just going to be a one-time thing and I’d wake up in my apartment, alone and with a bad hangover. It’s a nice little surprise to wake up in a comfy, big bed and have breakfast served for once.”
Michael gave a sarcastic but nonetheless cute curtsy, “You’re welcome. Honestly, I was going to approach you a few weeks ago.”
Nicole pointed a finger and had a wicked smile on her face, “Aha! You’ve been stalking me.”
“No, no, no, nothing like that,” Michael tried to defend himself. “I was at that new place, the Trax Corner. You were there once, I think on a Friday or something, and I saw you dancing with some friends. I was going to approach and say hi but by the time I bought a drink to offer I saw you were already talking to some guy.”
Nicole shrugged, “Oh man, I remember that night. Yeah, now that I think about it I wish you just came up anyway. That guy you saw, Kevin, man he was an asshole.”
“Did you fuck him?”
“Didn’t get that far,” Nicole consoled him. She saw him give a sigh of relief. “He was being a jerk all night so I ditched him and went back with my girls. We went to see a movie. I was disappointed. I wanted to get wasted.”
Looking at him, Nicole felt a little bit of assurance and a tingling sensation of amusement. She liked him. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to actually keep on dating him but so far he was nice and it definitely helped that he was polite and good-looking.
“All right then,” she concluded. “You can go around with me.”
Michael pumped his fist into the air in triumph. Nicole laughed and they spent the rest of the morning finishing their meals and relaxing back in the bedroom.
Chapter Three
Fortunately for Nicole, Michael agreed to drive over to her apartment first so she could change her clothes. She needed something a little more attractive for the kind of work she was hoping to get into.
When she walked out and headed back to the car, she couldn’t help but chuckle when she saw Michael’s reaction to what she wore. Nicole was wearing a backless, cropped white top and a pair of torn shorts that were quite up above her knees. She wore a pair of boots and had her hair tied up, exposing her back and neck even more.
“Thank you,” she replied as she stepped back into his car.
“You never did tell me what kind of work you’re hoping to get,” he said as he began to drive. Downtown was just twenty minutes away from this neighborhood and Nicole realized she lived closer to the city than Michael did.
She gave him a peck on the cheek and asked, “Would you believe me if I told you I’m a model?”
“With a body like that, hell yes,” he answered her. “Maybe I should hire you to be the new face of our company.”
“Don’t say that,” Nicole told him. “I might take it up seriously one day.” She then laughed and Michel followed.
***
For the rest of the day, Nicole and Michael went from one studio to the next. Most of the interviews didn’t even last longer than fifteen minutes. Nicole had been a model since she was a teenager and her face was already well-known. Many of them signed her on for a few deals and one company, which sold designer lingerie, agreed to pay her in advance.
It was already past sundown when they were done and set to go back home.
“Will I see you again?” Michael had to ask.
“Mike,” she called. “We spent the whole night and whole day together. You know where I live. Of course we’re going to see each other again.”
He had that smile on his face again. It turned her on. Nicole tried to keep her cool and simply gave him a kiss on the lips before she left his car and walked back up to her apartment. She waved him good-bye as he left.
As Michael’s car disappeared into the distance, Nicole walked up into her apartment, dropped her bag on the floor and crashed onto her couch. She looked at her wall clock. It was 7 PM.
Nicole decided to take it easy tonight. She changed her clothes, putting on a black nightgown, and decided to stay in bed and watch a few movies for the rest of the night. She ordered pizza, having forgotten to buy food on the way home, and settled with a “Grey’s Anatomy” marathon.
