by Jemma Bell
“No, he didn’t say anything to me about it. Riv can be close-mouthed about certain things. He’s a good-time guy but keeps things close to his heart private. I guess she made an impression on him the other night.” Way to go, Layla. Riven struck me as a lovable jokester; I guess maybe there’s more to him than meets the eye.
“So am I going to see you today?” I ask. I’d like to see him again.
“Listen, I have something I need to tell you.” Uh oh, I knew this was too good to be true. What could have possibly happened between last night and now? “I’d love to see you today, but Mitzi booked me a shoot for a new dietary supplement designed by a company called, Fitnexx. It’s in Boston. We leave this evening. Can I take you for lunch? I will be away until Friday night and I want a goodbye kiss from my girl.”
It completely sucks that he’s going to be gone all week Power Trip Barbie. This has got to be some play to get Derrick back in her bed. Do I bow out gracefully or keep my fingers crossed that Derrick isn’t just playing a game with me? What does he see in me? I’m no beauty queen; I’m just plain, geeky, clumsy me. Mitzi, well, she at least looks like she belongs to someone who looks like Derrick.
“Sure, yeah, take me to lunch. This way I can say goodbye to you too.” My comment has a deeper meaning. It was fun and a dream come true while it lasted. I guess I should return the bracelet to him. Derrick says he’ll come and get me in about an hour and we’ll go for sushi at, yep, you guessed it, Benihana. How ironic. That reminds me, I still need to try out those balls Layla gave me. Another time perhaps.
Derrick shows up an hour later and knocks on the door. I hear Clyde howling and Pops trying to move the over-excited pooch out of the way. Clyde loves being the welcoming committee. I change out of my green hoodie and throw on a peasant top to go with my black jeans and red chucks. Pushing my glasses further up my nose, I go to rescue Derrick from my family. He’s standing in the entryway, shaking hands with Pops and scratching Clyde behind the ears. Hmm, he seems to have won Clyde over in a short time and it looks like he’s doing pretty well with Pops. Too bad he won’t be coming around anymore.
“Nice to meet you, sir, I’m Derrick Walker, Amy’s boyfriend.” Boyfriend? Really? Now I’m confused.
“Well, good to meet you, Derrick. Amy has told us a little about you and what you do for a living. Interesting work.” Pops isn’t impressed by the modeling career and that’s plain to see.
“Yes, sir I have a degree in fitness training; that’s my everyday job. Modeling is just extra income to help out my mom and sister back home.” Derrick explains.
“That’s very noble of you, son; helping out family. Well then, oh, here she is…” Derrick blinks from Pops over to where I’m standing and the smile on his face is simply gorgeous. I’m still in shock he introduced himself as my boyfriend. “I’m sure my wife would love to meet you, but she’s running errands at the moment. I’ll leave you two young ones to your plans. Nice meeting you, Derrick.”
“Likewise Mr. Jenkins.”
“Please, call me, Ben,” Derrick answers with a head nod and now I’ve got his full attention. He quickly closes the short distance between us, takes me in his arms and plants a toe curling kiss on my lips.
“Hey, baby, I missed you,” he informs me with soft pecks on my nose, cheeks and eyelids and then dives back in for another passionate kiss. It’s only been a few hours since we last saw each other, but it feels like weeks. The thought of him being away most of the week is going to feel like years. “You ready to go?” I nod, grab my purse, kiss Pops goodbye and give Clyde a quick pat on the head.
We drive the short distance to the restaurant talking about Layla and Riven going on a date, his morning training session and my pole dancing class. I agree to continue going because Derrick says its great exercise and fun. I agree. It was fun, and I felt great doing it. I just need to focus on being less clumsy.
We save the talk about his impending trip for after we’ve been seated. I’m nervous about this talk. I know Mitzi will most likely be going with him. She apparently is a poor loser and feels she has some claim on Derrick. I wonder if this trip is about a job or a play to win back Derricks attention. Derrick starts the conversation by telling me some details about this new dietary supplement and that if the promos go as expected he could be their new spokesperson. It’s a fabulous job for him and the paycheck would enable Derrick to do anything he wants. Even quit modeling and leaving the romance circuit. No more grabby hands and feeling like a piece of meat.
I’m excited about this opportunity for him. It seems like something he’s proud of and he believes in helping people become more physically fit and healthy. I guess I’ve survived this long without Derrick in my life, I’m sure I can last until he comes back on Friday.
“Why do you look so nervous when I say I’ll be gone until Friday?”
“What? Oh, no reason.” Lie! “Um, is Mitzi going on this trip, too?” I already know the answer from the look on his face, but I need the confirmation from him.
“Mitzi is my agent. So yes, she is required to go. Amy, I know what you’re thinking and you have nothing to worry about.”
“Don’t I? Derrick, she’s gorgeous, ambitious where you’re concerned and wants you for herself. I can’t compete with her and I don’t want to get my heart broken.”
“Amy, there is no competition with her for my feelings. You’ve already won. Sure, she’s a gorgeous woman but her beauty is only on the surface. Underneath that, there’s nothing.” Derrick takes my hand and starts playing with the pink bead and bracelet he gave me last night. “I’m looking for something more; something real. You’re as real as it gets and I’m not going to lose you.” With his other hand, Derrick reaches into his pocket and pulls out another velvet bag. He opens it and pours a gray colored bead into his palm. Unhooking my bracelet, he adds the bead and then re-clasps the bracelet to my wrist.
“Loyalty. I promise you that while I’m away this week and every day that we are together, I will be loyal to you and only you. This is your reminder that you’re mine and I’m yours. I’m also going to call you daily to hear your sweet voice.” I can’t believe he's this sincere and honest with me. He cares about me and he plans on being loyal to me. What girl could ask for more? I lean across the table, giving him a sweet kiss, and thank him.
We have a wonderful lunch, full of laughs and flirty conversation. All too soon it’s time to go and for him to head home and pack for his trip. Derrick leaves me with a kiss to last the week and a promise to either call or text me daily. I stroke the beads on my wrist and make a silent promise as he drives away. I won’t break your heart if you don't break mine.
*****
The week passes by in a blur of sleep, work, read, homework, repeat. Ok, well maybe I’ve thrown in the occasional pole class or three to keep me occupied and to try and boost my self-esteem. I know I’m a klutz to the tenth degree but in that class I can pretend to be graceful and sexy. Derrick’s sexy librarian. I can work with that. The highlights of my week are the phone calls and texts I receive throughout the day from Derrick, like: “Hey baby, I miss you” or “Thinking of you.” But my absolute favorites are the one’s when he calls me his girl.
The shoot seems to be going well from the details Derrick shares with me and I appreciate Mitzi being on her best behavior. So far no drama from her, at least none that he has shared. I feel so helpless. I’m pretty sure I’ve fallen for Derrick, so I need to try and rise above this doubt.
Layla had her date with Riven on Wednesday and I’m assuming it went well because she’s been walking around on cloud nine since then. My normally abrasive best friend seems softer these days. I met up with her on Thursday for a quick lunch and was only offered with some of the details. It doesn’t seem fair for me to spill everything about my date to her, but she's close-mouthed about her and Riven. The only juicy detail’s I gleaned from her were that his kisses are to die for and that they went to a comedy club on their date. I’m curious as
to why neither of them has said anything to me or Derrick. I thought guys talked about that stuff with each other, girls they’re interested in, girls they’ve slept with, you know, compare notes and such. I guess Riven is a part of that rare breed that doesn’t kiss and tell.
Barb lets me leave The Book Mark early today. I have an appointment with Layla to get my hair trimmed. Yes, my BFF is a fabulous hairdresser at a popular salon. Why do you think she always looks so trendy and colors her hair to match her mood or outfit? She’s a wizard with hair and makeup. Since Derrick is coming home today, I want to get a little touch up so here I am, sitting in Layla’s swivel chair, arguing with her about a new cut she wants to try out on me.
“Jenks, you’ve had the same cut since high school. Please let me have creative rights over your hair today. I’ll make you look so fantastic Derrick will swallow his tongue when he sees you.” She’s right, I always get the same boring cut. I’m taking lots of chances lately, so what the hell, let’s take one more.
“Alright, Layla, I’m signing your permission slip. Make me gorgeous!”
“You already are, Jenks, but with my expertise and assistance, we’ll have Derrick begging for mercy. Poor guy won’t know what hit him.” I hope she’s right. During my clip and color, I get a text from Derrick.
Derrick: How’s my girl? Listen, the plane is delayed about half an hour. I know you said your class was tonight, so I’ll meet you at Galaxy. I’ve missed your face and can’t wait to taste your lips again. Well, alrighty then. I think I just melted into a puddle of goo. Since I’m feeling confident, let’s see how he reacts to this one.
Amy: Your girl can’t wait to see you and I have a new flavor lip gloss I think you’ll like. My lips are waiting for your kiss. See you at Galaxy.
That was a pretty good tease if I say so myself. I hear my phone ping again almost immediately and take a quick look.
Derrick: As long as they’re Amy flavored and I can kiss you for as long as I want, I’m a happy man. Now stop teasing me before the hard on you just gave me gets me accused of transporting a concealed weapon. See you later.
Ha, mission accomplished. Four more hours and I get my boyfriend back in my arms. Now that’s surreal; Derrick Walker Is My Boyfriend.
“Jenks? Earth to Jenks.” Layla snaps her fingers in front of my face, bringing me out of my daze. “Hot Stuff going to be home soon?” I snort at her nickname and tell her about his delayed plane and that he’ll meet us at Galaxy after our pole class. “Alright, doll, I’ve worked my magic. What do you think?” She asks me as my chair is swiveled around to face the mirror. I put my glasses back on to see the results of her hard work. I almost don’t recognize myself. My once plain strawberry blonde hair now has highlights and lowlights in different shades of blonde. I have layers framing my face that look fantastic and the eyeliner and eye shadows she added make my gray eyes pop. Oh my god! If I had my contact lenses in, I’d look like a completely different person.
“Derrick is going to have his socks completely knocked off. Don’t be so surprised, you already had the goods, we just needed to do a little touch-up work.”
“I love you, my friend, thanks for everything.” I give Layla a big hug and help her clean up her station. Her shift is over for the day and we both need to stop home before our class this evening. Derrick Walker, prepare to have your socks knocked off by the new and improved Amy Jenkins!
I’m feeling so good about myself, I put a little extra strut into my steps in class, wiggle my ass and push out my boobs. Hey, if you’ve got it, flaunt it. I do my best to try and keep up with the other girls in the class. A little confidence never hurt anyone right? Wrong. Note to self, always wear the proper workout gear to a pole dancing class. If not, be prepared to sacrifice your dignity when your shorts rip up the middle. Boxer shorts, extremely comfortable, but not approved workout gear. The cool breeze from the air conditioner blows through the rip and as I turn around to survey the damage, I notice Derrick and Riven watching me through the wall of glass. Riven’s mouth is gaping open with his gum hanging out mid-chew. His eyes are glued to my exposed kitty cat panties. Derrick has his hand over his mouth trying to hide his smile, but the hot look in his eyes tells me he was thinking of more pleasurable things before my little wardrobe malfunction. Thank god I wasn’t wearing a thong.
***Derrick***
My trip to Boston was great. The people from Fitnexx seem interested in using me as their spokesperson. The promo shots came out fantastic if I do say so myself. Riven would be so proud of the results of his training and dedication to my physique. Fitness training and helping people to maintain a healthy lifestyle is exactly what I’ve been working towards for my career. Mitzi was a complete shark, negotiating my contract with them. I got the best deal possible for my time and face to promote a revolutionary dietary supplement. I can pay off mom’s house now and maybe take Amy on a vacation in a couple months. Surprisingly there has been no drama between me and Mitzi this entire trip. She’s adhered to the business-only rule and performed her duties as my agent without issue. I didn’t even have to make that phone call to her boss about the fuss she’s been making, because I don’t want an intimate relationship with her. There’s never been such a thing as no-strings-attached fucking. Somebody always develops stronger feelings for the other and that’s when problems start. Lesson learned. Think with the big head next time and tell the little head to shut his cakehole.
Once the plane touched down in Newark, I was off to collect my bags, get my car and go see my girl. I guess Mitzi went home because I waved and left her to collect her stuff from baggage claim. It was a dick move, I know, but after a week without seeing Amy, I just didn’t give a shit. Riven sent me a text that the girls just went in for their pole class and that he would meet me in the lobby. Good thing the Parkway is like the Autobahn; any speed under 80MPH is too slow.
I park the Challenger in my employee spot and click my key fob to lock the doors as I jog into the gym. I spot my buddy and walk over to give him one of our back slap handshake greetings.
“Hey, man, good to see your ugly face. None of us around here missed your moody ass.” Riven, really knows how to welcome you home.
“Yeah, sweetheart, I know you're just jealous of my insane sexiness and want to lick my biceps.” I flex my arms displaying, my bulging muscles and wink at him.
“Nah, you’re too beautiful for me, hot stuff. I like girls with brass balls and funky colored hair.” Well, well, he just admitted to being into Layla. No surprise there, she’s gorgeous and is blunt to the point of pain. Just his type.
“I’m sick of looking at your sour puss, where’s my girl?”
“They’re in Studio B; I’ll walk down with you. That should be a good enough excuse to watch Layla strut around a pole in skimpy clothes. I was warned to stay away, so I’ll just blame you.”
Nothing like throwing me under the bus pal. Whatever I have to see Amy. Phone calls, and text messages just aren’t good enough and Facebook photos don’t do her justice. My girl is gorgeous and sweet. Even though she’s unsure of herself and is clumsy, it turns me on. I can hear the music pumping through the studio sound system as we reach the glass wall and I quickly peer inside. It just got extremely hot in here and my jeans got tighter due to my swollen dick. My eyes search for Amy, but the girl in the purple boxer shorts has legs that go on for days, tits I want to suck on for hours, and an ass that I want to worship. Her hair is different shades of blonde and has a fresh blunt cut that frames an angelic face and the grayest colored eyes I’ve only ever seen during a rainstorm. Just as I’m starting to feel guilty about ogling some girl, it hits me. Holy fuck!! That girl is Amy. That’s My Amy. I am the luckiest son of a bitch in the world because that girl is going home with me tonight. What did she do to her hair? Where are her glasses? Am I the reason for this transformation? God, I hope so. I go away for five days and my sexy little librarian turns into a goddess.
“Hey, man, I see Layla, but where’s Amy? She was su
pposed to be here right?” Riven asks the question while scanning the girls to find her. “Who’s the new chick with the great rack and luscious ass?” He must have spotted her, too. I’m completely speechless. If I were able to make a sound it would be a pained groan. My girl is working her pole and trying to move her body to the beat of the music. I see Riven out of the corner of my eye. His mouth is gaping open in shock, gum about to fall to the floor, when it finally dawns on him, that luscious-ass girl is my sweet Amy.
I should probably be giving Riven a good old brain duster for staring at my girl, but I can’t pull my eyes away from her body and her smiling face. She’s got no reason to feel self-conscious about anything. Except…...that! Uh oh, I think she just ripped her shorts.
“Are those kitty cats?” Riven obviously noticed too, because just like me, he’s been staring at her ass.
“Yep, pretty sure they are.” I have to cover my mouth to keep from laughing as I notice Amy zero in on me through the glass. Oh sweet Jesus, kitty cats. She’s clearly embarrassed and tries to hold the rip together discreetly as she sneaks out. I grab a towel off one of the carts in the hallway and meet her at the door. She’s got one hand holding her torn shorts together and the other rubbing her forehead. I wrap the towel around her waist, simply putting a Band-Aid on her dignity. Damn those pussies got me thinking about all the ways I want to make her purr. Holding the towel in place, I grab her ass and pull her body against mine. Hey, if you don’t grab your chick’s ass when you kiss her, why do you even have hands? I’m positive she feels how hard my dick is for her, how could she not? I could pound a spike through steel at the moment. I don’t care though; right now it’s imperative that I feel her, kiss her and taste her.
“You’re he-” she’s silenced when I claim her lips. Our mouths are crashing together, starved for each other. Tongues dueling, caressing and teasing. I’ve had some passionate kisses in my time, but this one is going to get me in trouble if I don’t stop soon. The problem is, I don’t want to. It takes the clearing of a throat to break me out of my desire for Amy. I slow down by giving her short pecks on her lips, nose and eyelids. I could give two shits about Riven standing three feet away from us. Let him look. Cupping Amy’s face in my palms I look into eyes she has yet to open. Still in a daze from my kisses.