by Simply BWWM
“What? You? Terrified? What do you have to fear? You’re like… the prettiest person I’ve ever seen, like in person,” Giselle told her.
“Thanks! I think? I just… I don’t know. I felt strange. I like, really liked it though once we got going, you know? He knows exactly what he’s doing, but not in the like,overly confident slutty guy way, you know?” Sasha asked.
“Yeah, I know exactly what you mean. So, you’re down to do it again tonight if he asks?” Giselle asked.
“He didn’t even ask last night. I just started kissing him! I was so nervous, and you know what happened last time, I kind of just wanted to get it over with,” Sasha told Giselle.
“What? You’re not supposed to do it unless they ask? Don’t you know anything, sis? You’re out here working for free,” Giselle explained.
“For free? What do you call that wad of cash you gave me this morning?” Sasha told her.
“You’re right, you’re right. Clearly, he liked what you had to offer,” Giselle laughed.
“Oh no girl, I totally missed a spot,” Sasha said, realizing there was a big hairy patch on her leg. She had already showered before brunch but going over her legs again wasn’t going to hurt. She didn’t want a blemish to show if she was going to be spending the night with Ian again.
“You haven’t gotten that lasered off yet? I’m smooth as a baby from my neck down,” Giselle explained.
“Seriously? No hair at all?” Sasha asked in shock. She knew Giselle was making a ton of money from her real father and her client but hadn’t realized she started doing expensive cosmetic procedures.
“Yeah, not one hair, you want to check?” Giselle jokingly asked.
“I’ll take your word for it. Maybe after tonight I’ll be able to afford something like that!” Sasha said, laughing her way into the bathroom.
Giselle went into the kitchen to make a few more drinks. They were on their sixth for the day, having two mimosas at lunch and two beers at the bar. They were likely going to drink even more once they got to the rooftop bar, but since the two had met, they spent most of their time partying together.
Before making them a second round of drinks, Giselle decided to indulge in her own personal double shot before moving on to the mixology. She had been drinking since she was only in junior high, so her tolerance was not easy to overcome some nights. She also had a problem drinking a little too much on certain occasions, letting her mood get the best of her.
She heard a loud knock on the door. There was a locked door at the entry to the building, so Giselle was a bit startled to hear that someone was knocking directly on their apartment door. She walked over and opened it, seeing Tiana, Sasha’s sister, standing there.
“Oh, it’s you. I thought it was like the manager or something. Why you here?” Giselle asked confusedly. It was a bit obvious that she had been drinking.
“Where’s Sasha?” Tiana asked in a serious tone. She was much more put-together than Sasha, a pharmacist in the suburbs with her own house and two dogs. She wasn’t interested in men and hadn’t found anyone to settle down with. Both sisters were a bit more independent than that.
“How’d you get in?” Giselle asked, a little confused as to how she made it past the first locked door.
“Someone was coming out,” Tiana responded. “I’ll wait for her in her room?”
“Yeah, she’s just in the bathroom, she’ll be out in a minute,” Giselle told her. “Do you want a margarita?”
Tiana ignored Giselle and went straight into Sasha’s room, spotting her journal on her desk. She walked over to it with a smile, opening it and realizing it was empty of sketches but filled with stacks of hundred-dollar bills.
“Giselle, I’m all bare now! Let’s compare leg smoothness!” Sasha shouted, laughing herself into her bedroom this time. Her face turned straight once she saw her sister standing there in front of her open journal, revealing stacks of cash inside. Sasha was just wearing a bathrobe and her sister looked serious.
“What is all this money for?” Tiana asked her sister.
“What the hell are you doing in my room?” Sasha responded right away.
“You haven’t been answering any of my calls, Sasha. I was getting worried about you,” Tiana told her little sister. They had different fathers, so there were some differences in the way they looked. Still, they shared their mother’s curves and tight curls, making them undeniably related. “What did you do to your hair, sis?”
Sasha touched her bleached curls, still forgetting she was blonde. It was an impulse decision she still wasn’t sure about, and Tiana’s comment made her feel even more insecure. She decided to ignore the comment. “Sorry I missed your calls, sis, I’ve just had a busy day,” Sasha told her sister, trying her best to hide she wasn’t completely sober.
“What, getting wasted? Grandma’s getting worse. Aren’t you going to come see her?” Tiana asked. Their grandmother was older and always having health issues. After the girls lost their mother to an overdose in their teenage years, their grandmother had stepped in as their caretaker. She had her fair share of health issues ten years ago as well, so the girls certainly had to do some growing up fast.
“It’s Saturday, I’m allowed to have a few drinks,” Sasha told her sister. Ever since they lost their mother, Tiana felt the need to step up her role as a big sister. She was always a bit bossy, overcompensating for their single mother. Now that they were in their twenties, it was annoying when Tiana tried to act more grown up than Sasha. “I’ll see Grandma as soon as I have time.”
“So, you going to tell me where this money’s from? Are you letting old men use your body again?” Tiana asked, getting upset with her sister.
“You know it was never like that. I think you should go,” Sasha told her sister. Tiana got an attitude quickly, but it was only because she was worried about her little sister.
“Grandma’s not going to be around forever. Remember that next time you’re sleeping in someone’s bed that paid you to be there,” Tiana said coldly, walking out of Sasha’s room.
“You can stay the hell out of my business,” Sasha replied. Once she heard the apartment door slam, she fell to her knees and started crying. The margarita was certainly helping to make her more emotional, but hearing Tiana be so harsh certainly wasn’t easy. She didn’t have much money to travel back, as she needed to take a bus and cab to get there. She also needed to make sure she had the free time and wasn’t needed for dates.
She was also scared to go back. She didn’t want to think about having to lose another family member. If she didn’t see her sick grandma, she wouldn’t have to think about how she wouldn’t always be around. Work and money were an easy excuse to not have to confront the real issues.
Sasha started to slow her tears, realizing she shouldn’t let her face get too red before doing her makeup for the night. Giselle walked in holding two margaritas. “Oh honey, don’t cry!”
“My sister just really knows how to make me feel like a terrible person,” Sasha told Giselle through a whiny voice. “She’s just so cold sometimes. I don’t get how it’s so easy for her to say such hateful things.”
“Family sucks. Who needs it when you can just marry into a rich one later, right?’ Giselle asked. She handed Sasha a margarita and started sipping her own. “Sorry, sweetie, just joking. I’m not the best at making people feel better. You have me as a sister though! We might not be blood related, but you’ll always have me to make you strong margaritas!”
Sasha raised her glass and cheered even though she was feeling a little bit guilty. It was nice to know that she could count on Giselle as a friend, but was someone who made her margaritas and encouraged her to date sugar daddies the kind of family she needed to surround herself with?
They walked into the kitchen and finished up their last drink before busting out their makeup bags and putting on their faces for the night.
“Look, you can barely tell I was crying right?” Sasha asked with a face full of co
ver-up.
“Crying? Who is she? I don’t know her,” Giselle said, helping make Sasha laugh again.
Once they were finally all made up, wearing their new dresses, both girls met in the kitchen once again.
“Should I call a cab?” Giselle asked. Sasha nodded and held up the bottle of tequila, signaling to Giselle that she was asking for a drink. “Pour me a double please!”
Sasha poured herself and Giselle a shot of Tequila. The girls clinked their glasses, tapped the bottom on the counter, and threw the strong liquor back.
“Be careful, girly, tequila makes your clothes fall off,” Giselle teased through liquor-induced coughs.
“That sounds fine to me because this dress is tighter than latex!” Sasha laughed as the girls walked out the door.
Chapter4
Sasha and Giselle got out of the cab, only to see a long line outside the bar. Sasha enjoyed going to popular bars downtown the most, but so did everyone else in the city. As soon as the weather got warm, the hottest bars were always stuffed with people, long lines circling around the outside.
“Don’t worry girl, our names are totally on the list,” Giselle explained, walking past the long line and straight to the bouncer.
“We’re with Frank,” she told the large man, Sasha standing timidly behind Giselle. She was instantly relieved about not having to worry about standing outside with the rest of the crowd. She didn’t want the buzz she worked up at home to wear off and was ready to get the party started.
Sasha loved rooftop bars. She loved every second she could get of the stunning view of the city’s skyline. There wasn’t anything else that meant more to her than the breathtaking view of skyscrapers. The design amazed her and being able to get her drink on top of one was the best ways she liked to party. What felt more luxurious than drinking in one of the highest buildings? There were always celebrities partying in the nicest locations as well, giving her the perfect chance to gather memorable images for her social media pages.
She spotted Ian’s bright red hair right away. Once they walked into the bar, Giselle instantly ran toward Frank and Ian. If Frank weren’t wealthy, there’s no way he could get a girl like Giselle. She was a bit average looking, but her body was still worth more than what Frank could do.
That guy looked like he ate microwave meals every day and hadn’t even heard the mention of the word “gym” in decades. Still, he was almost as wealthy as Ian and loved living the lifestyle. Giselle was all about making money, just as Sasha was, so she was willing to look the other way when it came time to kiss and hug Frank.
Sasha’s yellow dress clung tight to her body as she made her way toward Ian. The dress was tight and thick enough that it didn’t require a bra. It appeared as though it was latex, though the material let Sasha breath just a bit more. She had paired it with some strappy black heels and large silver hoops, with her hair neatly tucked into a ballerina bun on the top of her head. Giselle had managed to find a dress that made her look like she had a large behind, a red leather number that looked good paired with Sasha’s bold choice.
All her thoughts left her brain immediately. She had forgotten about her fight with her sister and just wanted to focus on talking to Ian. Giselle was getting on her nerves a bit as well, as she always got a little too loud whenever she was drinking heavily. Sasha forgot about the bad mood she’d been carrying for the past hour and floated right toward Ian, leaning in to give him a kiss on the cheek. He leaned down and kissed her cheek back, giving her a half-hug as well, allowing her to smell his natural musk.
“Can I get you a drink?” he asked between his perfectly straight teeth. It was clear he was wealthy just by the effortless perfection radiating from his facial hair. She could smell that he used tea tree and probably had a eucalyptus plant somewhere in his house.
“I’d love a Bacardi on ice,” she responded, pushing out her pink glossy lips. She wanted to get started straight with the vodka, not wanting any more sugar for the night. She figured she could switch between white rum and vodka, a perfect buzz to get her nerves through the night.
Sasha looked over at Giselle, who had managed to pull Frank to an empty booth in the corner. It was always her goal to get him alone, wanting to spend as much time with him as possible. She was a bit desperate and wasn’t afraid to show it during her times under the influence. Sasha felt she might be judging her a bit harshly, but she couldn’t help but notice her flaws when she was getting a little annoyed.
When Sasha turned back around, Ian had already returned with her drink and his, a Manhattan. He had managed to get the drinks quickly even though the bar was getting crowded.
“Want to go sit at a table by the window?” he asked, pointing toward a table for two. Sasha was a bit relieved that he was interested in talking to her one on one instead of having to interact with Giselle and Frank for the night.
“Looks good!” Sasha said over the music, walking toward the table he pointed out. Even though she was several drinks deep, she was certainly feeling nervous knowing he was watching her walk toward the table. She almost tripped, focusing too much on feeling his eyes run up and down her back. She had done this before, so why was it so nerve-wracking to be with him?
“So, you said you’re not from Cleveland?” he asked, as he pulled the chair out for her, sitting down across after. He was wearing a soft black t-shirt with a black bomber jacket over. He had on black jeans and brown boots., his hair a little messy like it was on the boat. He smelled good and she wanted to lean in and kiss his neck, but instead figured a little conversation wouldn’t hurt.
“Not always, I went to Kent and moved here after,” she explained.
“Oh, Kent! I thought about going there when I was younger,” he told her.
“Yeah, it was a good school. I was in the fashion department,” she explained. She was a little bit embarrassed but wanted to be honest with him. She didn’t like the idea of having a college degree in something completely unrelated to what she was doing professionally. “But this pays the bills. And, well, you know.”
“You’re a hard worker. And smart,” he told her. “I admire that. Your parents must be proud.”
“Well, they’re not around,” she said, surprised that she was willing to be so open with him. Normally she’d just nod and breeze over a comment like that.
“I’m sorry to hear that. I’ve been lucky enough to have both of my parents,” he explained.
“Yeah, your dad’s a politician, right? He’s running for reelection in November, right?” Sasha asked, remembering she had read something online about his campaign. Sasha wasn’t sure if it was strange for her to admit that she knew certain things about his life already.
“Right, I’ve been helping with his campaign a bit. It’s scary to think about what might happen if he loses. The guy he’s running against is a total lunatic, and some people are going to vote for him. It’s a nightmare,” he explained.
“Right I read that at one point,” Sasha laughed, admitting to him now that she had done a little research before their date. “Sorry, if that’s weird. To talk about… you know, reading about stuff that involves you online.”
“No, not at all. I can’t avoid it if I tried, so I can’t imagine how much news about me some people have to endure,” he said laughing.
“Cool,” Sasha said sipping her drink. Her makeup was on point and the dress she was wearing fit like it was designed for her body. Still, she felt tingles as she watched his eyes trace over her figure, not able to relax, remembering how powerful it felt to have his mouth on her neck the night before.
“Do you want to step outside?” he asked, shaking his jacket a bit. “It’s a little hot in here.”
“Yeah, it is. Let’s go outside,” she said louder than before, having to speak over the noisy crowd. It was getting busier and busier as more people crowded into the bar. The patio wasn’t huge, but it was still an opportunity to escape the crowd and get some fresh air.
“How’d you get into
this business?” he asked her.
“Business?” she teased, knowing what he was talking about but wanting to hear it from him.
“You know what I’m talking about. Our relationship. Not like you can answer an ad on Craigslist, right?” He joked. Sasha was surprised that he was being so open about the situation. He wasn’t afraid to confront the truth head on, a trait that probably came from being wealthy enough to do whatever you wanted whenever you wanted.
“I should ask you the same thing. Not like you can put an ad on Craigslist,” she shot back at him.
“Fair enough,” he laughed.
“Really though, I want to hear from you before I go answering your serious questions. Need to know who I’m working for,” she joked.
“Actually… Frank. Just last night,” he told her. “I’ve never done this before and he sort of pushed for it, but I’m always interested in trying new things.”
“Really?” she laughed.
“Yeah, really. You were my first. I haven’t been in any sort of relationship in a while, business or not. So now you heard the truth from me, so you tell me. Have you done this before?” he asked, squinting his eyes to know that he was really interested in what her response was going to be.
“Yeah I did this once before. You’re my second, I guess. I was working for this guy, someone around here, and he promised me a lot. I gave a lot of myself to him, and it turned out he was all about talk but not very good at actually following through with his word,” she replied.
“What, he promised a Benz but only gave you a rental?” he joked.
“No, it wasn’t about money at all. Quite the opposite” she told him, getting visibly upset. It wasn’t easy for her to talk about her last relationship. He had been a property investor and was worth millions. He told Sasha he had fallen in love with her and wanted to have a real relationship. She didn’t feel the same way, but the thought of having someone want to be with her for real wasn’t anything she had experienced before. He asked her to get married—unofficially—but she ended up finding him in bed with another woman the day before she was supposed to move in with him.