Rick scanned through a pile of photographs flipping from girl to girl trying to pick the one that he would most fulfill his fantasies. When he found one whose image spoke to him he would flip it over and read through her profile, seeing if the girl was into what he was into.
Narrowing it down to two girls he loosened the belt on his pants. He was very happy that the man that had led him to this office had made himself scarce, guys like that tended to hover and that got creepy fast. Rick closed his eyes and let his subconscious decide and went to find the man to settle up.
With his down payment given and his appointment set Rick half ran to the bus stop to get to the soccer pitch where he coached the 15 plus group. He was blissfully unaware that the message confirming his appointment with the girl arrived at the soccer pitch just as he did.
Nayeli quickly read the message and responded in the affirmative saving the contact number for her client before returning the phone to her back pocket. Returning her full attention to her son she cheered him on when he managed to strip the ball from an even less athletically inclined player. The whistle blew just as he missed the goal posts and secretly she was grateful. Her son ran straight to her, she kissed his sweaty forehead and forked over her customary dollar for ice cream. Watching him run towards the truck she waited till he had caught up with his teammates before returning to her cell phone.
Typing slowly but with well practiced ease she sent a quick message to her client promising to see him at 10:30 tonight and then fishing for clues as to what he was into. Putting the phone back away Nayeli rushed down the hill to meet her son.
She found him in a sea of children, all of them waiting for their mothers. Looking back up the hill at the gaggle of women who were drooling over the new American soccer coach, as he led the teens through their warm up exercises, sighing she rolled at her eyes at their stereotypical soccer mom behavior Nayeli wondered if her chosen profession saved her from drooling over a man that would never give any of them the time of day.
After her son's lengthy goodbye to his teammates they walked to the metro and took the short trip to their apartment. Nayeli ushered her son into the apartment and sent him to the bathroom to shower. She then made quick work of dinner leaving it on the stove simmering as she tidied the living room. Taking a deep breath she checked the time and made a mental calculation as to how much time she could reasonably dedicate to her pending tasks and not make herself late.
She grabbed her son's backpack and dropped it onto the table before heading to his room to usher him along. Finding him wrapped in a towel sprawled on his bed reading a book, she shepherded him towards his homework telling him to get started without her.
Closing the door to her room behind her she removed her clothing searching her body for marks or blemishes. Happy with what she saw she walked towards the wall of moisturizers and tried to divine what scent tonight's man would prefer, something sweet, something sultry or maybe just no scent at all. Choosing cherry vanilla she methodically coated her entire body rubbing the lotion into her skin. Once satisfied she slipped on a tiny pair of black lace panties and tied her bathrobe tight around her she headed barefoot back to the living room.
Over the course of the next hour: she helped her son complete his homework, finished, served and ate dinner, completed her pre-work ritual and briefly chatted with the babysitter. With close to forty minutes to go till her appointment Nayeli found herself in a car speeding toward the club.
Thirty minutes before they told him to arrive Rick was at the bar sipping a beer. He intended to walk the fine line between soothing his firing nerves and not letting himself get so sloppy as to be a danger to him or the girl. Unbidden the image of her from the picture that had accompanied her profile came to mind. He wondered if her skin would bend to his touch as it seemed to do to her own touch in the picture. Feeling himself swell at the thought he forced himself to think of something else.