I've posted stories based on my life in a few places and gotten requests to write more. The events have had profound effect on my life which led me to go into more and more detail. Next thing I know, it became a small novel. A few details have been changed to protect people's identities and prevent an "I know him/her" moment. What is written is about 95% - 99% as they occurred. The back and forth conversations between me and one of the persons did not always happen as written. Some details have been lost over the years but what is included are things we have said to each other and mirrors how we interact even to this day. The person I had the encounter with helped me write the post and recall the little details.
Part 1 - Background
I stood on the street corner staring into my phone on a nice spring evening. Through the usual street noises, I hear someone call my name. Turning around, I slowly scanned through the crowd of people and saw a familiar face.
"Zoe!"
"That took forever and a day. Not only does your hearing suck but you need to get you shitty eyes checked too."
"Zoe, I'll never know why we didn't work out and how a great catch like you is perpetually single."
"Go fuck yourself with a sandpaper dildo!"
Back in college, "Zoe" and I dated for about 3 years. The student body was 85% male and finding a mate was challenging. Zoe was one of the single hot chicks up for grabs. She knew she was beautiful, knew it and flaunted it. Those confident enough to approach her usually got scared off by her very assertive personality. To me, it was all part of the fun. The best way to describe our relationship is best captured in the music video for the song "Try" by pop artist P!nk. It was a strange love where we seemed totally into each other yet always at each other's throat. She had a razor sharp mind attached to an equally sharp tongue which she wielded like a Scottish claymore. I usually gave as good as I got and fired off many preemptive shots to keep Zoe on her toes. One friend seemed to think we intentionally provoked the other in some kind of perverse game of mental chess. Deep down, I think there is quite a bit of truth in that hypothesis. Each loud argument seemed to end in a long "angry fuck" session. The mental sparring turned in physical sparring. The rough sex often left us bruised and battered but that's another story.
I noticed that she was with "Claire" who recently joined our social circle. She and Zoe worked together and somehow became fast friends. Claire was a hottie herself but seemingly the polar opposite of Zoe. She was polite, upbeat, geeky and bubbly. "Adorkable" was the description that came to mind. Her hanging out with Zoe was like a naive baby lamb being led through life by an aggressive honey badger.
"Hey asshole! You listening?" Zoe shouted and she snapped her finger in my face, "I'm not speaking ancient Greek here! Let me ask you again very slooooowly. What... are... you... doing... here...???"
My mind shifted off Claire and back to Zoe. Yep, she hasn't changed one bit all these years.
"Well, I figured I'd first ruin your night by stalking and cockblocking you every chance I get. You'll then end the night playing finger puppets on your worn out, hot dog down a hallway cunt."
Before she could get her usual last word in, I cut her off.
"I'm supposed to meet my brother for dinner but his car has a dead battery. Road service said it will be at least an hour. Guess I'm on my own for food. You?"
"Claire and I had a shitty week and need to get our drink on. You might as well join so I can hear your story tomorrow about how you fell asleep on the toilet trying to jack off your limp whiskey dick."
"Zoe, if I can't get it up, it's because I had a bad flashback of those awful, toothy blowjobs you give."
The back and forth exchange continued until we sat down at the bar. We ordered and downed the first of many rounds of drinks. The conversation started with the usual topics. Work, gossip, summer plans, etc. As rounds of booze were consumed, the alcohol began to set in. Everyone got a bit looser, discretion began to melt away and the talk became less PG13. Still, I avoided topics I thought would scare Claire away. As usual, Zoe did her best to egg me on.
"Hey remember the time we all went down to Miami and Raphael picked up that really hot Brazilian girl only to find out it was a man with a 9 inch dick? Nearly broke his fucking leg jumping off the balcony to get away. Bet you would've let him stick it up your ass and tickle your tonsils from down below."
"Then there was the time dumbass here hid in the bushes with a queasy drunk girl as the cops busted the party we were at. She was laying on top of him and blew chunks. He took a facial of half digested burrito and about 10 shots of tequila. Not the blowjob you were expecting huh?"
Much to Zoe's chagrin, I managed to bite my tongue and dodge her provocations regarding past misadventures. Overall Claire and I got along quite well. We laughed at each other's cheesy jokes as well as get in a bit of poking and tickling. While fun, it didn't feel like there was any sexual connection. Guess Claire just wanted a night of drinks and getting in her panties would have to wait for another night. I got a twinge of guilt going after such an innocent gal anyway. In the meantime, Zoe was the third wheel and not being the center of attention always irked her. Eventually she got bored and made the executive decision to call it a night.
"Hey! gimme some money so I can pay and get to more important things like picking sand out of my vagina."
"Sand? Small boulders and Japanese subcompact cars can get lost in that cavern you call a pussy."
"Better than your mom's asshole that she used to shit you into his world."
Wanting to continue chatting with Claire, I tossed Zoe my wallet and told her to pay whatever share was mine and Claire's.
Part 2 -- The Encounter
To save on cab fare, Claire and I agreed to share a ride. Her place was closer to mine and she would be the first stop. She only had just enough cash to cover her leg of the ride. I reached down and suddenly realized my wallet was with Zoe.
Our plans changed, it was decided that Claire would pay for the ride to her apartment. I would get in contact with Zoe to drop off my wallet. Once at her place, she invited me inside and I sat down in the living room trying to get in touch with Zoe. Unsurprisingly, she didn't answer her phone or reply to my text messages. Life with Zoe was scheduled around her convenience. Didn't matter if it was an emergency. You could be bleeding out from a severed leg and she would insist on swinging by a coffee shop on the way to the ER.
Claire reappeared and asked if I minded that she took a shower to freshen up, I told her to go ahead. By then I had given up on Zoe and was thinking up a new plan to get home.
"I'm coming out, can you please turn around?"
Being a gentleman, I turned my head but I did try to sneak a peek out of the corner of my eye. All I saw what a blur of Claire with towels wrapped around her body and hair zip by. After hearing the bedroom door close, I let her know that Zoe was not answering and I would likely have to walk home. Being it was past midnight, she thought it wouldn't be safe to walk home buzzed. Claire suggested I take a shower to clear my head a bit and I accepted the offer.
The warm water felt good and I savored the nice steamy shower. Feeling refreshed, I hopped out and reached for a towel to dry off. All I could find was a hand towel. Took a while but the little 2' x 2' cloth did the job. Then I realized my clothes were gone. Very strange. I cracked open the door and called out to Claire but got no response. I waited a minute and called again. Still no response. At that point I decided to walk out to find her. With one hand holding the little towel over my crotch I slowly stepped into the hallway. As I turned the corner into the living room, there she stood.
It was not the Claire I was expecting. For a second, I questioned whether I was drunker than expected and hallucinating. There stood a woman in a leather and latex bustier, leather corset, leather thong panties, long latex gloves, knee high boots, thigh high stockings, and garters. Her hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail. In her hand was a menacing riding crop. The dark makeup along with the expression on her face was all business. Her excellent figure was further accentuated by the tightly cinched corset. Tall platform heels on her boots almost closed our height difference. Standing practically naked in front of and fixated on bizarro world Claire combined with a booze addled mind prevented me from coming up with a sound action plan.
At this point, I have a confession to make. I was not at the restaurant to meet my brother and the meeting with Zoe was not by chance. Zoe had told me that Claire recently broke up with her loser boyfriend. The guy had a dead end job, only interested in playing video games all day, got shitfaced or high most nights, and never paid his share of expenses. He once cheated on her and passed on a bout of chlamydia. Another time he got sloppy at a company event at Claire's workplace and started a fight with a senior exec. When he was really drunk, he would push her around and blame her for his failures. She finally gave him the boot a month back. Before jumping back into the dating pool she first wanted to have some fun to get her confidence as well as mojo back. She put up with years of shitty, unfulfilling sex and craved more excitement. Zoe got in contact with me and asked me to help guarantee Claire a great night out. The bonus being that I may have a chance to hook up with her. I may have ended up with more than I bargained for.
"Drop the fucking towel!"
"Huh?"
She walked up and slapped me across the face. Holy shit, I saw stars and my face burned.
"Don't make me say it again or your ass is out the door just the way you are."
