“Yes, Silly. That’s why I wanted to see you tonight,” she says gently, her voice is like angels singing. So beautiful and soft and delicate. I couldn’t picture this woman being an ad executive anywhere.
“Trust me Claire, you could get a woman ten times better looking than me. Have you seen yourself in the mirror lately? You are hot. Model hot,” I blurt, completely inserting my foot in my mouth. I can’t believe I just said that to a woman I don’t even know. What am I thinking? But it’s true. She’s hot. I don’t do women but if I did she’d be the kind of woman I’d pick.
She lifts off her seat and slides over beside me. The woman who looks like a prostitute next to a woman who dresses like I normally dress. See, I knew wearing this fucking outfit was a terrible idea. I feel like a slut and even less sexy. Now what she’s wearing is business sexy. I can see why men or women would want to date her. She carries herself nicely and her voice is to die for. I’d pay good money to have a voice transplant and have mine sound like hers. Shit, I’d pay good money for her hair and her boobs too. Not that I’m checking them out or anything.
“That’s sweet of you to say, Emily. But women I run into are so business oriented and boring. I hope it’s not a problem I asked you out tonight,” she says softly in that perfect sexy voice.
Oh, shit. No it’s not sexy, it’s sweet and adorable. Like kittens. She’s like a kitten and kittens grow into pussycats. And she has a pussy. Oh god! I have got to get my head out of the fucking clouds. When my mom said I would be horny through this pregnancy I didn’t know she meant the whore between my legs might actually like women too. This is getting ridiculous. The woman just wants a date with me, she’s not asking me to sleep with her. What is wrong with me? Maybe it’s the bi best friend shit on my mind. We did just have a huge conversation about him fucking men and women and how he’s in love with Kyle still or I think he is. Maybe I’m questioning my sexuality? Am I? No. That’s stupid. I’m a woman who likes dick. Big fat juicy cocks like Johnathan’s. Oh my god! Johnathan is going to see me with this woman tonight. What is he going to think? Who the fuck cares! He can go suck it. I’m going to get off my fucking high horse and go on a professional date with this very hot woman sitting next to me and I’m not going to think about Johnathan’s cock or her pussy or either one of their very sexy very kissable lips. Son of a bitch! I’m doing it again! Maybe being pregnant means I become a whore. It sure feels like it. My pussy hasn’t stopped throbbing since this morning and now it’s just getting worse being six inches from soft supple breasts. Holy cow! I don’t even like breasts. Except mine. I like mine. Maybe I’ll like hers? Focus Em! Fucking Focus! Stop thinking about it all. Focus on your date and try not to fuck her. Goal tonight is to go home ALONE and flick the bic in a cold shower. Sounds like a perfect plan!
“Emily, are you okay?” she asks.
Dammit, I zoned out again! I only do this when I think too much. Time to stop thinking and just do. Not do. Do. But go on a date. Dressed like a rocker slut and get the night over with because I need an orgasm bad and if I don’t get one before bed I am going to die.
“Yeah sorry, my minds kind of jumbled. Been a long week is all,” I say softly.
She puts her hand on my thigh. It’s warm and soft like only a woman’s touch can be. God, she feels nice. If I like it that much maybe I am bi? No… That’s not possible. I’ve never thought of women that way before.
“Do you want to talk about it?” she asks.
Oh bless her sweet lesbian heart. She wants to talk to me. The woman who is dressed like a hooker.
“No thanks.” I pat her hand that’s resting on my thigh. “Oh and please forgive this outfit. It was an inside joke with a friend of mine that I would step outside the house in this get up.” I look down at myself. I look so stupid. What was I thinking?
“I think it’s hot,” she blurts, bites her pouty lip and her face turns beat red.
“You think?” I ask, my voice turns up like four octaves.
She nods and bites that beautiful lip of hers again. Man, I wish I looked as sexy as she does. She’s got it all. Beauty, brains, tits, probably a nice ass too. And that hair it’s so straight and thick and perfect. I bet is smells wonderful.
The limo stops and I hear a car door open. She takes her hand off my thigh and I feel sad to see it go. I liked the small amount of attention. It did make me feel kind of sexy.
“Ladies are you two ready to go inside?” James says, opening the door for us.
She tugs my arm to get my attention. “This is going to be full of a lot of press. It’s like a red carpet event. And I’m sort of a big deal in the ad industry so if you walk in with me, they will ask us to pose together.” She says. Her face looks worried. Really worried. I don’t think she likes the media’s attention at all. Not that I blame her. I’m not real fond of it either.
“Did you ask me to come so you can pose with me?” I ask. I think it’s a valid question. Ad executive and Stricken’s assistant manager. Could be good for both of our careers.
“No.” She rears back like I slapped her in the face. “I asked you here because I want someone to spend my time with. I was going to say you can hang back and let me go first so you don’t get bombarded.”
Okay, so now I feel like a total ass. I place my hand on her thigh. “I’m sorry Claire. I didn’t know. This is just so sudden, that’s all. But if you’d like to pose with me and won’t be embarrassed, I’d like to be your date,” I say sweetly. Trying to smooth over the pain I caused her.
Her face lights up and she smiles big. And that’s another reason to be jealous of her. It’s a perfect smile. Straight, white and she has small dimples.
“I could never be embarrassed with you. You’re gorgeous,” she says still smiling.
“Yeah well I’m glad one of us thinks that. But is this fashionable enough or should I take off these?” I pluck at the fish nets.
“No, no those are hot. But…” she crawls over to the side of the limo in a cabinet and pulls a blue caboodle of stuff out. “I think we can make you look more fashion forward. Your rock look is hot but we can make it even sexier. But only if that’s okay?” she says in that sweet angelic voice of hers.
I nod, giving her the go-ahead. She applies a thick pink tinted gloss to my lips and hers and tilts my head down so I can flip it over and she sprays it to pump up the volume. She has this shimmery glitter spray that she sprays on my arms and across the top of my chest and into my hair. Apparently it will glisten in the lights during the photo shoot. Then she spruces up my eye shadow and I’m done. She hands me a mirror and I look even better than before and she’s right, it’s more rock.
“See, even better,” she smiles.
“Thanks,” I say as I follow her out of the limo and she offers her hand. I clasp it into her palm and she feeds her fingers through mine. We look like a couple. But honestly I don’t care; she’s sexy and I should be proud that she would even want me to look like her lesbian lover. This is going to make the news tomorrow. So I better prepare myself. I slide my free hand down the side of my skirt and pop my lips together. They’re sticky with gloss.
“Don’t worry Emily. You look beautiful,” she leans in and whispers in my ear.
It feels strange to me almost the same height as someone for once. She’s maybe two inches taller than I am in my heels and she has on black heels too and a lovely jade green bracelet and necklace. Her blouse is open at the top and I can see her cleavage. Her boobs appear to be real and they’re a perfect milky white. I can’t help but look. So sue me! She is a lesbian and she thinks I’m hot. I have a right to check out her assets. Don’t I? Okay, maybe I don’t but the greedy bitch between my legs thinks differently.
James is by my side all the way to the blue carpet leading into the club. She was right this is a huge deal. There are ropes lining the walkway and hundreds of cameras and fans are lined along it taking pictures as the guests arrive. I have no idea why Stacy didn’t tell me about this to begin with. I
would have dressed better. That’s why. Duh! He knew this would happen! What an asshole! I will be sure to castrate him once this is over.
“Just hold onto my hand and smile into the camera. Don’t be nervous,” she whispers to me again. Her voice is like heaven.
I nod nervously, to let her know I understand.
The whole way into the club it’s a madhouse. Hundreds of people are yelling her name and my name and asking us to pose for them. To look there way or this way or that way. We just smile and stand close together. My hand in hers and pose for the cameras. She leans over once and push my hair away from my face combing it back. It feels nice. Like something only a lover would do. Her blue eyes shine so beautifully in this light. I wish my eyes were that perfect. Why doesn’t this woman have a girlfriend? This seems crazy that she doesn’t. After about ten minutes of all this crap we are finally able to go into Toutolgous.
“Wow that was crazy,” I say, still holding her hand. James is walking behind us.
“I told you,” she remarks, guiding us over to an open table close to the bar. I get up on the tall high back stool and she comes over to my side standing right in front of me. My legs are wide open and she pushes her way between them, her body close to mine. Her stomach is nestled against my throbbing core.
“Do you want anything to drink beautiful?” she asks, running her hands up my thighs. Jesus, she’s as bad as Johnathan, flirty and is smooth as smooth can be.
I smile and lean in, my cheek grazing the side of hers. “No thanks Claire, I don’t drink alcohol but I’d love a class of ice water,” I whisper sweetly into her ear, letting my naughty core control me. It’s hard to fight her. She wins a lot of the time. At least this morning I was able to walk away from Johnathan. Claire poses no emotional or physical threat, so I can’t help but love the attention.
“Okay sweetness,” she purrs seductively, pulls her hands off my thighs and goes to get us something to drink. Wow, she looks and talks like the fem in a lesbian relationship. But the way she just handled me shows me she’s the total butch. A hot butch at that.
It doesn’t take long and the bar starts to get loud and the people start piling in more in more through the front door. This bar isn’t much different than most you see. It’s dark, hardwood floored, high quality décor and good mix of music. I keep my eye out to see if I can catch Stacy. I so want to introduce him to Claire. He’d love her.
“Here.” She slides me over a cup of ice water with a lemon wedge on the rim and props herself up on the stool next to mine.
“Thanks. So where do you work? Stacy said something about you being an ad executive. But I’m not familiar with many,” I ask her, leaning over and talking loud enough so she can hear me. My breasts are plunging out of my top.
She takes a drink of her Sam Adams. “I’m the Kennedy, in the Kennedy in Waits ad agency based out of LA. But we just opened up a new office in New York so I’m out here helping move things along,” she explains, her voice is still sweet but I can tell this is her business tone.
“That’s great. Well congrats,” I reply, holding up my glass for a celebratory clink and she follows my lead.
Not sure what to say next. I scan the massive room full of warm bodies and minimal clothes to find anyone I know. James is parked in the corner by a giant wooden pillar looking all badass in his black cargo pants and shit kickers. But no one else is to be found. I catch his gaze and I shrug with my elbows bent, my palms up mouthing ‘Where?’ to him. He gives me the same gesture in return and mouths ‘I don’t know.’
“So how do you like working for Stricken?” She asks, trying to carrying on a polite conversation. She’s really sweet!
“Honestly? It has its up and downs. I love it because I get to work hand in hand with my best friend Stacy. But I don’t because it’s hard to work with a bunch of horny, rude, mouthy men all the time. Although I must say I am adjusting fine.” I shoot her an over-the-top smile. It can’t hold a tenth to the beauty hers has but I have to try to appear attractive. She did ask me here and I’m flattered.
“Yes, I hear Johnathan is a handful. But I’m glad you’re adjusting well. It’s hard working for celebrities. I know; I do it all the time and some of them are so arrogant.”
I nod. “You got that right, girlfriend.” I add with flair and she laughs.
“You’re gorgeous and you have a sense of humor. What a combination,” she compliments in her perfect voice. It sends a chill down my spine.
“Thanks.” I blush. She reaches over and brushes the side of my face with her soft delicate hand and it tingles on contact. The throbbing in my clit just got worse.
“Would you like to dance? I saw you on the stage tonight, you have some moves.”
I blush again. “Sure.” I offer her my hand and hop down off the stool. This one is much shorter than other’s I’ve sat on.
The bar all of a sudden gets extra loud and the doors to the outside blast open. In comes the men. I’ve wondered where they’ve been. I can see D, and Stacy and then comes Price and Keith and Johnathan comes in last in front of two bodyguards I’ve yet to meet.
“The entourage has arrived,” she says, tugging me to the dance floor. I glance back to see hordes of women dressed like me or sluttier flocking to the sexy men.
Wobble baby flicks on over the speakers and the entire dance floor is abruptly crowded with dance enthusiasts. Nothing like line dances to make you feel like a part of a dance crowd. I take my place next to Claire and lines form to get down. I jump forward shake my ass, jump back shake my ass. To the right swirl my hips to the left swirl my hips. It’s easy to get lost in this song and break into your own sexy version of the dance and that’s exactly what I am doing. I hear her whistle at me. I look at her and she’s eyeing me like I’m a lollypop she wants to suck on. I blush and keep doing what I’m doing.
Unexpectedly, I am bumped from behind and a hand attaches itself to my butt. I turn around to kick my offender’s ass and find Stacy laughing and he falls in line and dances alongside us. I shove him playfully in the shoulder with a smile.
Once the song ends, the crowd on the dance floor dissipates and Stacy grabs me up into a giant hug, lifting me off the floor. He sets me back down and I turn to find Claire who is standing right behind me; her hands are on her hip and she’s not looking too happy.
“Hey Claire I have someone I’d like you to meet.” I wave her over. Her face turns back into his beautiful soft form and she joins me and my best friend. “Stacy, this is Claire. Claire this is Stacy, my best friend,” .
“Hi Claire.” He offers his hand with a genuine smile that only Stacy could produce. She places hers into his and he bends forward and places a gentle kiss on top of her hand. A shy smile forms at the corners of her pouty mouth and I know instantly she’s hooked. It’s impossible not to love Stacy; he’s larger than life and so damn sweet.
“Hi.” She giggles like a schoolgirl. “I’m going to go get another beer real quick and I’ll rejoin you two in a minute, okay?” she says and heads off to fetch herself some more alcohol.
“Where’d you meet her? She’s delicious,” Stacy inquires loud enough so I can hear over Crazy Bitch.
I smile wide. I know he’s going to love this.
“She’s my date. The ad executive that asked to bring me here. That’s her,” I clarify, watching her snatching a beer from the bartender.
“A woman? She’s gay?” He sounds surprised
What? He’s basically gay too and he thinks he wants me. What’s so wrong about a woman digging what I got? Even though I don’t think it’s much. She likes it for whatever crazy reason.
I bob my head twice.
“Well she’s fine!” He enthusiastically expresses, watching her make her way back over to us. I punch him in the shoulder.
“Leave her alone. She doesn’t like the cock,” I scold.
He throws his hands up, admitting defeat.
“Hey beautiful,” she says, snatching my hand up and bringing it to
her lips with a gentle sultry kiss.
I clear my throat. “Hi.” I smile shyly. Stacy is eyeing me like I’ve grown two heads. What? I can’t have a woman like me? I can have a fucked up rock star knock me up, a bi best friend tell me he wants to be with me although that’ll never happen, but I can’t have a woman hit on me? Get a grip. At least she’s hot and she’s sweet and she’s a woman I could probably see myself being good friends with. I have no idea what the fuck it is with me and gays but I must attract them. Look at Stacy, I’ve had him for ten years, granted I didn’t know he liked cock. But I wouldn’t change him even if I could. Same goes for Claire. She likes pussy and who am I to judge? I’m in a bar, dressed like a rocker slut, pregnant with Johnathan Strikers twins, who I refuse to tell him about. I’ve got enough baggage of my own. So I have no right to judge anyone else. Even if I wanted to. Which I don’t.
“Would you like to dance some more?” She asks lacing her fingers with mine and using her free hand to play with a strand of my hair. She’s sweet and smooth and I know by the end of the night she’s probably going to try to have sex with me. However it is a woman has sex with other woman. Which won’t happen. Although I can enjoy the attention while it lasts because by this time tomorrow I will be back to pregnant Emily, popping prenatal vitamins and fish oil supplements. Not drinking coffee and watching a bunch of very male, very sexy rockers fuck hot chicks. Oh the joys of my job.
I don’t say yes. I just pull her to me and press my breasts up against hers. She takes that as an open invitation and let’s go of my hand and puts both of them on my ass cheeks. Stacy is still watching it all play out and I give him the get-on-board-or-go-somewhere-else look. He nods like he gets it and leaves the floor, blowing me a kiss. Which I catch like a fool, blushing. He is seriously the best guy friend ever!
Red light Special rolls over the speakers. I love this song! It’s sexy and sensual and hot as hell. Claire tightens her grip on my butt cheeks and I straddle her left leg our legs tucked together. I can’t decide where I want my hands to go so I finger my own hair tossing my head back and slowly roll my hips on her leg grinding my clit against her thigh. It’s begging for release. We’re the perfect height to dance like this. I close my eyes savoring the contact with my clit. I’m burning inside. My heart is pounding. She tucks her head down and finds my collarbone with her tongue, licking my sweaty sensitive skin. She’s purring, kneading my ass with her hands, her breasts pressed firmly against mine. Oh, god this feels so good. Her hot wet tongue and soft lips making love to my neck and collarbone. I press my pussy harder on her leg. I think she knows what I’m doing because I’m panting and I can hear her moaning between her lips close to my ear. I’m so fucking horny. I need to come. I need this so bad. Oh fuck! My clit. Oh yeah!
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