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“Liz, he was sweet. He took his time, and it was just amazing. Afterward, he drew us a bubble bath with oils and lit more candles. Drew touched and cleaned me as if I were a porcelain doll. Liz, I couldn’t imagine anything more or anything better. It was like it was my first time all over again, but at least this time, the guy knew what he was doing.”
“Holy shit!” Liz sat up and looked at me. “Brad has some making up to do.”
I looked at my best friend and busted out laughing. “Yep. Pretty hard to top that.” I smiled.
“So then, why all the tears?”
“I came home last night from the Chicago office. They offered me a senior negotiating position.”
“They did? Oh my god, that’s great!” Liz beamed and started clapping her hands. “Wait! Does that mean you’re moving?”
“No, my home base will be here, but I will have to travel way more, and most of my time will be spent in the Chicago office.”
“Oh,” Liz breathed. “I thought I’d have to text Brad that we’re moving.”
“Last night, my flight got in so late that I decided to stay at the Rantz Hotel instead of driving home. That was when I texted you about the bed-thumpers next door.”
“Those were some pretty awesome texts. Those play-by-plays got me so hot and bothered that I ended up joining Brad in the shower. He says thank you by the way.” Liz winked, and we started giggling. “What time did Mr. Glorious Dick decide to shut it down?”
“It felt like I listened to them forever.”
I could start to feel the bile in my throat. My eyes were beginning to burn.
“I laid in bed, listening to the rhythm, the moaning, and the scraping of the headboard. Then, I started thinking about Drew and all the things I wanted to do to him. So, I got up and showered. I started to leave to head over to Drew’s. When I left my room and walked over to the elevator, I heard the girl giggling as their door began to open.”
“Kirsten, did you get to see who the bed-thumpers were?” Liz asked curiously.
“I turned around to the door. When the door opened…out came Drew with a woman I didn’t recognize.”
“No, no, no, no,” cried Liz.
All I could do was nod my head. Liz pulled me into her chest, and I started crying all over again.
This is why I love her so much. We are a part of each other’s soul, and when one hurts, we both hurt.
“I’m going to kill that motherfucker with my bare hands!” she roared.
“Drew saw me as I got into the elevator. His face turned white, and I swear that he started puking the minute the doors closed.” I curled up into the fetal position. “I was so upset that I took a cab here,” I said, wiping my nose in an unladylike way.
“Kirsten!” Liz got off the bed and glared at me. “Are you telling me that you’ve been home for almost a full day, and you didn’t text me to say you needed me?”
Shit, Liz is pissed. “I felt so ashamed. I couldn’t bring myself to text or call you.”
“Kirsten Jemma Backhard, you will never again feel stupid or ashamed with me over a man or a choice you make. We are sisters. Sisters are forever. No matter what, you will never disappoint me. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I will let you finish crying today, but that is it, bitch. Once that sun is up tomorrow, it’s a new day and a new start. After work, Brad and I will pick up your car and bring it back here. And if you ever pull a stunt like this ever again and not tell me…I will hurt you.” With that, Liz gave me one last hug and turned to go to her room.
At that moment, I promised myself that I would never cry for another man again. I would not let another man get into my heart, and I certainly would never fall for another man again. No, sir. I was officially going to live life as a cold-hearted bitch.
IF I HAVE to pretend or fake smile one more time, I am going to scream!
I couldn’t understand why I was still hurting so much. It had been three weeks since I last saw Drew with that bitch. I still didn’t understand what I had done wrong. What do I always do wrong?
I had thought that Drew and I had a great relationship. We’d supported each other in our dreams and goals. Our future had consisted of the same things—even though I never did tell him that I wanted the house with the white picket fence and the two-point-two children with the dog and minivan. I had been okay with whatever he was willing to give me.
We’d hardly ever had an argument, and when we did, we had always cuddled it out with pillow talk by the end of the night. I’d never, never in a million years, thought that Drew would have strayed. Our sex life had been great. If we were ever home together, we’d end up having sex four times a day, if not more, and they had not been short sessions.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I noticed the dark circles under my eyes from pouring myself into my work and not sleeping. I looked a little thinner, which I didn’t think was possible with the amount of ice cream that I had been shoving down my throat. I really need to snap out of this funk before Liz kicks my ass.
Liz walked into my bedroom and chucked a blue bag at me.
“What’s this?” I asked.
“I saw this dress while I was shopping today, and it had your name all over it. I’m demanding that you wear it tonight,” Liz requested.
“Tonight?” I looked at her questioning.
“Kirsten, don’t tell me you forgot that we are meeting up with our sorority sisters tonight.” She rolled her eyes.
“No,” I replied. I pulled the dress out of the bag and scanned it. “I love it, but it’s not going to cover my ass!”
Liz laughed. “I know. That’s the point. You have a great body. You need to show it off and get back into the swing of life.” Liz placed her hands on my shoulders. “I don’t know what the fuck Drew was thinking, and I can’t give you an excuse for his behavior. What I can tell you, Kirsten, is that you’re going to forget about his sorry ass and let yours hang out tonight. Live, goddamn it!” She gave me a reassuring smile and a hug. “I’m gonna hit the shower. Be ready in two hours.”
AFTER WAXING, SHAVING, and moisturizing, I put more effort into my makeup than I had in the past three weeks. I gave my hair a rock-star look to try and hide away the grays that I had neglected. I wore my pretty black lace thong and matching bra. As I was sliding the dress down my body, I couldn’t believe how soft it felt. It was probably the sexiest thing that I had ever put on.
“You totally look slutified! I knew it would be a perfect fit as soon as I saw it!” Liz exclaimed.
“I love it! I can’t believe how sexy I look and how confident I feel.” I turned toward Liz and ran into her arms. “Thank you. This is exactly what I needed.”
“Fucking get off me, bitch. I don’t muff-dive. Stop trying to get into my pants.”
We both started laughing.
“Grab your pink spike shoes. They will be a knock-out and finish the look,” Liz said.
AS WE WAITED for the cab on the corner—I know, funny, ha-ha—I noticed the confidence that Liz carried with her. She knew she was the shit, and she never let anyone get in her way. She had a sex appeal that most women wanted and even more men desired. I missed that about me. How am I going to get that back?
“Hey, creeper. Stop looking at me like that.” Liz laughed.
“Sorry, I was just looking at your dress. I like the gold specks in it, and I’m glad I won’t be the only one showing off my ass when I bend over.”
“I bet you the first round of drinks that only one of us is wearing panties.” Liz gave me an evil smirk.
“Liz!”
“What? We both know that I’m going home with Brad. Besides, when I text him about what I’m not wearing underneath, he’ll pick me up that much sooner.”
I couldn’t help myself as Liz climbed into the cab. I snapped a pic of her ass for later. Lord knows, she’ll be asking me to do that for her anyway. “You’re bad,” I teased.
“Maybe.” She giggled. “Aft
er tonight, Kirsten, I guarantee you that you will let out your inner stripper, and life will get back to normal and be more fun again.”
I hope she’s right because the Kirsten that I’ve become over the past few weeks fucking sucks.
Once a year, our graduating sorority would get together for drinks. Liz had been the president of BDHM and I had been the vice president. Kennedy was the social butterfly, so she’d made the perfect social chair. To this day, anytime we needed to throw a party, Kennedy was the first person we would call to plan it. Caroline had been our treasurer, which turned out to be a good thing, considering how she’d married into money. Meg always seemed to bring hot men to every event we had or had attended, so we had put her in charge of rush. We also invited the past president and vice president of the year before us, Sandra and Amanda.
When Liz and I walked into the bar, we saw Sandra and Amanda. They already looked like they were halfway intoxicated.
Amanda noticed us first. “Hey, bitches. It’s about fucking time you girls finally got here!”
“Who are you calling bitches, you skank?” I yelled back on my way over to the bar. “What are you girls drinking?”
“We’re drinking lemon drops,” Sandra called as she looked around the bar. “But I want to start having body shots,” she whined.
She was dating Ian Somerhalder’s twin. Why she’d want body shots was beyond me.
“What can I get you, gorgeous?” asked the guy sitting on the stool.
I looked him up and down. “I’m here with the girls. Sorry.” I turned to the bartender.
“Hey, I’m Owen. Welcome to my bar. What are you drinking?”
I smiled at Owen. He is H-O-T. “I’ll have a gin and tonic and make it a double.”
“Wow, you’re a heavy hitter.” He grinned.
“Yeah, it’s been a shitty couple of weeks.”
“Any way I can help with that?” he asked.
“Oh, the possibilities,” I flirted back. “I also need a cosmo and two lemon drops.”
“Hey! Don’t forget the cum!” Liz yelled.
“And I guess I’ll take four cum on my tits,” I said, shrugging my shoulders.
“Make that five and two shots of tequila,” Caroline said, sliding her arm around my waist. “Hey, girl, what’s up?”
“Hey! What are you doing here? I thought you were traveling the world with good ole moneybags?”
“Hell no! I divorced his lying, cheating ass and took all his money. Left that bastard with all four of his mistresses with nothing!” Caroline laughed.
I shook my head, laughing with her.
Hot Owen came back with our drinks.
Caroline picked up the tequila shots and handed one to me. “Bottoms up.”
I cringed as it went down my throat.
“Two more, sugar,” Caroline said.
“No, thanks, Caroline. I’m good for now.” I patted my chest, waiting for the burn to settle.
“Nonsense, bitch. I recognize a broken-hearted woman when I see one.” She looked back at Owen. “Make that three. My girl here is getting drunk tonight!”
Owen smiled at me with his perfect white teeth.
“Are you guys holding our drinks hostage?” asked Amanda when all the girls came up.
“We’re thirsty, too,” Liz and Sandra said at the same time.
“Here you go.” Owen started handing out the shots. “I’m pleased to cum on your tits, ladies.”
We all saluted Owen and tipped our heads back.
Caroline handed over her credit card. “Handsome, put these drinks on here and keep the tab open for the rest of the night. Can you handle that for me, sugar?”
“And if you can make sure that this hottie right here,” Liz said, pointing to me, “always has a drink in her hand at all times, there will be a nice tip at the end of the night for you.”
“I’d rather have her phone number,” replied the hot bartender. He looked straight at me with a sweet, sexy smile.
“I’m sure that can be arranged,” Meg said, batting her eyelashes.
“Hey, when did you get here?” asked Liz.
“Just moments ago. Let’s get drunk and dance, shall we?” Meg shouted.
She was swaying her hips toward the dance floor, and we all followed.
“That guy is fucking hot, Kirsten.” Liz snorted.
Meg giggled. “He wants in your thong and between your legs.”
“I say that you let him,” Amanda blurted.
“You guys, I’m old enough to be his babysitter,” I grumbled.
Sandra laughed. “So? He probably has good stamina.”
Oh god.
WE HAD A few more rounds of shots, and then we decided to hit the dance floor again. Dancing was one of my favorite things to do. It was easy for me to get lost in the music and let my hips get sucked into the rhythm of the beat.
After dry humping Liz to a few songs, I shouted at her, “I’m going to the bathroom and then over to the bar to get some more drinks.”
She nodded and kept dancing with the girls.
I made my way up to the bar and squeezed in between two guys who looked like they belonged on my brother’s hockey team. I stood on my tiptoes and leaned forward to get Owen’s attention.
“It’s nice to see your beautiful face back here.” Owen grinned.
“Owen,” I whimpered, reaching over a little more towards him.
He moved in closer to me. “Yes, beautiful?” he asked while caressing my cheek with his thumb.
“Can we get another round, please?”
“Sure thing, sweetheart.”
“Thanks.” I giggled.
“I’m off in half an hour. How about I change and join you?”
“I’d love that,” I said, tilting my head into his hand.
As hot ass turned around to make our drinks, I yelled, “Owen!”
He looked back over to me.
“Cum on my tits?”
“Five times?” He smiled.
“Yeah, that’s the way I like it!” I shouted back proudly.
The two guys on each side of me looked at me with their mouths hanging wide open.
“What? You’ve never had a woman ask you to cum on her tits before?”
“Uh…” answered the guy to my right.
“Kirsten, are you meeting up with all of us for breakfast?” Caroline asked.
I turned to my right and then my left to glance at the two men, and then I looked at Caroline. My eyes roamed back over to linger on the man to my left.
“Can we make reservations for ten?” An evil smirk formed on my lips.
Caroline followed my eyes. “Well, well, what do we have here? And are you willing to share?”
“I don’t share,” Liz growled. “I don’t share my muff-diving partner, Caroline.”
“We do,” replied guy one and guy two.
All three of us girls looked at the two boys in heat and started laughing. I started grabbing drinks off the bar before I passed them to the girls.
“Here’s your card back, Ms. Caroline,” Owen said.
“Oh, honey, we’re not done yet. The night is still young,” Caroline slurred.
“We haven’t picked our annual body shot teams yet,” Sandra whined.
Owen looked over at her and laughed. “Let me see if I can help with that.” He climbed onto the bar top and grabbed my hand. He yanked me up beside him with help from the other two men.
I tried pulling down my skirt as low as it would go. “Owen, what are you doing? People can see straight up to my ass when I’m standing up here!”
Leaning in, he whispered, “Oh no, baby. You will be on my team.”
I raised my eyebrow at him. Owen lifted his hand, and the music in the bar died down. Out of nowhere, someone handed him a microphone.
“Shit, that chick is totally hot!” yelled Liz.
“I totally wanna go down on that!” Amanda shouted.
“Hey now, ladies,” Owen said into the mike, “I
don’t share.” Then, he winked at me.
“All right, boys, we got ourselves some pretty serious heavy hitters in the place tonight, and these sexy ladies are looking for teams to do their annual body shots. This here,” Owen said, taking my hand and lifting it as he twirled me around, “is the breathtaking Kirsten.”
We could hear hoots and hollers from all over the bar. I didn’t think I could blush more if I tried. I’m going to kill him!
“Calm down, boys. This one is mine. But…” He motioned to the rest of the girls to get onto the bar, and they followed his command. “These other sexy ladies all need a team member.”
“Make them dance!” someone yelled.
Owen looked toward the DJ. “You got a song?”
The DJ nodded and then tipped his head back to chuckle.
“Well, boys, I do think it’s only fair since they will be sucking drinks off your bodies.”
Now, the crowd got even louder.
Owen hopped off the bar.
I looked down at him. “Where are you going?”
He had the biggest smile on his face. “Oh, I’m so watching this. I want to see how you move.”
I was wrong. I was now blushing even more. “Why the hell not?” I shouted.
When I tossed my arms up in the air, I could hear Owen laughing. I looked at him, and he had a huge smile on his face with his arms crossed over his chest. He was clearly enjoying the show. I shook my head and giggled.
“All right, girls,” Liz slurred. “These shitheads don’t know that we were cheerleaders, and they sure as hell don’t know that we all take pole-dancing classes to keep fit.”
We all looked at each other and laughed as we started dancing.
“Fuck me! That’s the hottest thing that I’ve ever seen,” Owen thundered into the mike. “All right, as I said before, this one is mine.” His hand wrapped around my waist, and he helped me down off the bar to stand next to him. “Next in line is this beautiful lady who likes her cosmopolitans.”
