Vee started off her morning like she would any other day she was off.
At noon.
She rolled out of bed and into the shower, spending an inordinate amount of time and the earth's water on washing off the grime of the night before. Even though she'd bathed every morning when she got home, sometimes it just wasn't enough. A particularly pervy encounter with a too-drunk bachelor party of 8 left her feeling drained and dirty. She was all too pleased to give James, her favorite bouncer, the non-verbal go ahead to escort the rowdy party out, but by the then the ass grabbing and the name calling was enough to entice her to use her flair for fire breathing for something other than crowd pleasing.
Vee lathered her tired body with vanilla goodness, letting the grime of her week swirl away down the drain at her red lacquered toes. She let herself writhe to the particularly sultry Portishead song echoing in her small bathroom. She was literally dancing for joy at her much needed time off. Seven days straight on account of her bartender best friend taking an impromptu dirty weekend with her new and improved boyfriend, and her brain was desperate for daylight.
"Tera owes me her first born..." Vee muttered as she wrung out her shoulder length black hair. She scrunched a gob of gel into her otherwise straight locks for the sake of texture and pulled on her favorite grey plaid mini. The kilt barely covered her ass but she felt her knee high Doc Martens were enough coverage for the breezeless autumn day. She grabbed her favorite blazer that she bought at a thrift store in the little boys section as an afterthought, to put on over the loose white tee she'd slept in the night before. Her wardrobe complete, she shoved a twenty into her blazer pocket and with that she was out the door, keys in hand.
The Café was only blocks away from her apartment, and her plan was just to pop in and grab a sandwich and an orange juice and be on her way to her friend Tera's house to welcome her back home and divulge the details of her horrendous work week and make her feel thoroughly evil for taking off on such short notice and for such an enviable cause.
At least that was the plan.
The Café was crowded, which was not unusual for a Thursday afternoon. Vee grabbed her OJ and sandwich, all was business as usual. That is until she got in line.
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From the second he saw her walk in, Josh was gone. Everything about this scenario was wrong. He was having lunch with his girlfriend for chrissake! A girl he, for all practical purposes was still very interested in.
Still, there was something undeniable about the way his cock reacted to the sight of the impish girl. The way her crimson painted fingertips grazed her lower lip as she contemplated organic versus Tropicana orange juice. Her furrowed brow as she unconsciously struggled with the urge to reach into her purse and reach for the pack of cigarettes that were probably always in tow. Her almond shaped brown eyes, rimmed with day-old liner.
He wanted to absorb every part of her until there was nothing left he didn't know. He wanted to know every inch of her tawny skin. He wanted those pink lips wrapped around his cock, he wanted those combat boots entwined around his back. He wanted to be buried to the hilt in her little pussy. He wanted to hear what kind of sounds she'd make as he pounded into her with abandon.
By then his girlfriend had noticed his attention had shifted, and more importantly, so had the mystery girl.
He turned to his girlfriend but only long enough to explain to her that his mystery girl was an old friend from high school and the eye contact they'd made was an unavoidable invitation to approach her and have a perfunctory catch-up.
"She doesn't look like she recognizes you, Josh..." Madeline interjected suspiciously.
"Yeah well, Maddy, what if she does? It would be rude of me not to say something. After all, she was a really good friend of mine." And with that Madeline was mollified, for what possible agenda could her amazing boyfriend have?
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The stranger stood from his corner table and walked purposefully over to where Vee stood uncomfortably in line.
Her heart pounded, as he approached, blue eyes fixed on hers. He was taller than she'd expected. By attire alone, she'd guess he was a professional. His three piece suit said it all. Still, he was young. Around her age, mid twenties, brown hair. He almost knocked into a teenaged girl down as he made a bee line for her person. He paused to mutter his apologies but his eyes never left her own. He smiled as if he knew her, he hugged her as if they were friends. She wracked her brain. She met so many people on a nightly basis at work that it could very well have been true. Maybe she was out of her mind, maybe her vanity had created this situation out of nothing.
"You don't know me," the stranger whispered, still wrapped in her reluctant embrace. "And I don't know you. That's my girlfriend sitting across the room. I told her you were an old friend from high school. I just needed an excuse to come over here and tell you that I need to see you again. I don't care how or when, but I
need
to see you again. I know this sounds insane, and believe me, I understand if you think... whatever it is you're thinking right now. But please, just say the word, say any word. I'll follow."
At this the stranger pulled away. Vee looked up at him, upright he was almost a whole head taller than her. She smiled nervously, waving at the girl across the room boring holes into her head. Everything in her screamed
no
, but she couldn't help herself.
More disturbingly something primal in her whispered
yes.
Before she could stop herself, words flew from her mouth as if by their own volition. "Meet me in the lobby of the blue building across the street in fifteen minutes." By then she'd found herself mercifully at the register. She paid for her booty wordlessly and quickly exited toward her apartment building.
What am I doing? Can we say serial killer?! And I just waved to his girlfriend, am I out of my fucking mind? I don't do shit like this, I'm no prude but this is just a little too 9 1/2 weeks for my taste... well I could just not show up. I could just hide in my apartment until he leaves. Not that he'll even show up at all. I mean he might chicken out, he might not even have meant it. Maybe it was just to see if he's still got it or something, sick fuck...
All the while she was trying to talk herself out of it. All the way home her pussy was melting.
Vee threw open her door, throwing everything in her arms onto the purple velvet couch in her living room. She ran into the bathroom, planting herself in front of her medicine cabinet, staring into her own reflection calling upon every ounce of common sense in her to stay inside.
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