Vivian's POV
Well, there I was, the summer of 1975 and supposedly in the throes of passion but I was still waiting for it to happen.
Yep, there he was, Donald Jacobson, a forty year old investment banker who I happened across a few months back at some club that I went to while tailing a lead on some serious vampire action that was leaving young male and female clubbers dead in local dumpsters.
I got bored that night and that guy showed up when I was at my lowest point of boredom which basically sent me reeling backwards on my horrible relationship roller coaster that typically never had me screaming and making no serious loop-de-loops.
Yeah, there I was under this dark haired and not too bad looking business man who was just having the time of his life while I was once again counting the tiles on his ceiling.
God, I was so bored!
What was worse, I laid there under him listening to all his moans and grunts while I wondered when he was gonna get it over with so I could tend to my needs in the bathroom. I had hoped that night would have been different. Perhaps I had hoped to get a little freaky deaky but this guy's idea of freaky was basically doing me because I was definitely the freaky one out this so called thing he might call a relationship.
My lips puckered while he continued thrusting away like he knew what he was doing. Yeah right.
I wanted something different. I was tired of damned salt and pepper when I wanted the whole spice rack. I think I only chose that idiot because of his dark hair. Oddy I had developed this thing for dark hair for the past five years. I used to have no preference. But I wished he had brown eyes, had blue eyes but weren't half as gorgeous as mine.
Maybe I could get a real genuine rise out of this tool, I thought, out of his damned tool.
My lips formed a naughty smirk as my eyes looked to his straining shoulder. Hmm, he knew I wrote about nothing but vampires and perhaps he might like a little nibble.
My eyes shifted and looked to his straining face. I grimaced in thought, was he trying to take a dump or something?
I shook my head and again studied that shoulder muscle. I pressed my lips together then slicked them with my tongue. I wondered what simple tasted like. My left brow curiously lifted as I parted my lips. I bared my teeth then bore them down on his shoulder.
Well, that hadn't worked as I thought it would.
I came stumbling out of his loft apartment, spun around and flipped him off then shouted, "Oh, go fuck yourself, Don!"
It was midnight and every damned neighbor was gonna wake up hearing me swearing at the idiot.
I shouted at him, "Yeah, fuck yourself!" I grumbled, "That's all you're good at because you sure in the fuck ain't good at fucking me!"
My dress was tossed into my face then the apartment door slammed.
I stood there and planted my hands my hands on my hips with my eyes narrowed at his door. "Fucking boring as hell, prick!" I grumbled loudly then proceeded to dress in the brightly lit corridor tugging up my black body hugging halter dress that had those adorable bright red cherries dotted everywhere.
As I zipped up the back of my dress, I continued to grumble under my breath, "God, I should have just stayed home." I angrily added, "Could have fucked myself." I leaned against the banister slipping on one red peep toe Mary Jane then the other. I bent down and grabbed my black patent leather belt and purse.
"So, long cock sucker!" I shouted then left the guy's building.
I stepped out into the night. The air was still warm from the day's heating.
I removed my comb from my purse and gathered my ass length hair over my shoulder then proceeded to comb it out. There weren't too many tangles since some asshole didn't know how to make my body move. I glared up at his dark window then grumbled, "Schmuck."
I tucked my comb back into the purse, pulled out my patent leather cigarette case and red lipstick. I flipped open the cigarette case and used the mirror so I could again make my lips perfect. I pressed my lips together then removed a cigarette and tucked it between my lips then put away the lipstick and fetched my silver flip lighter.
I thought, having a cigarette after horrible sex. My eyes rolled.
"Yep, the story of my life." I bitched a little more then moved down the sidewalk and hoped a cabby would come by.
Midnight was a horrible time to stroll the streets, who knows what desperate bums you'd run into. Thankfully there were quite a few folks still walking about since it was Saturday night and the weather was descent.
I guess I seemed like a bitch on a mission because people parted as the sea had for Moses. My spiked six inch heels stomped as I neared the end of the block. I puffed away on my cigarette practically blowing smoke and dropping ashes in passing folks' faces because, face it, I didn't give a shit.
When I got to the corner of the building some moron came abruptly around it and slammed into my shoulder which caused me to make a spin.
"Hey, watch it, you fucker!" I shouted.
That broad shouldered douche bag looked over at me and grimaced as if I was the one who ran into him.
I flipped him off. Damn stupid bushy haired Sasquatch, I noted in thought.
He turned entering the building beside me.
My lips puckered. Oh, I grumbled in thought, he chose the wrong woman to slam into and at a bad time.
I marched to the door as it started to close, ignored the blinking sign hung above the door which stated it was a gentleman's club, strip club in laymen terms.
I entered the strip joint on a mission to give that fluffy dirty blonde a word of advice. I stomped passed the doorman who seemed shocked that a woman had entered, he couldn't even muster the words to ask why I was there.
I stepped through the secondary entrance, ignored the sight of the topless dancers swinging around chrome poles. My determined blue eyes scanned then noticed the guy's unmistakable head as he wove through the many tables filled with ogling men.
I stomped down a set of steps and kept a close eye on where that tool was headed. I saw him slip through a poorly draped entryway. A skimpy dressed waitress strolled by and I tossed my cigarette into a full glass of liquor then continued on my way.
I was fed up with men for they all had this thought they had something to offer but they didn't, especially to me!
I ignored the idiots who blatantly asked me for a lap dance while I weaved about the tables, my eyes focused on that black curtain. When I got to the curtain it came open and a topless twit came sauntering out with a wad of cash. She actually looked at me strange which prompted me to snootily ask, "What not used to seeing a woman wearing clothes?"
She stuck her nose up at me and continued counting her earnings.
I rolled my eyes and barged through the curtain.
My eyes scanned down a corridor lit up by multi-colored neon lights with doors on either side. Well, I noted, that dickhead was passed one of those doors and I determined, going to have to hunt his ass down.
I went to the first door, locked then the one across and it too was locked. I made my way down the line of black painted doors and each one was locked. I heard a shitload of moaning and groaning passed all those locked doors which meant there was more than private lap dances going on. With a grimace, I thought, men were pigs and those ladies were whore sows. Yeah, I was a slut in my own right, only when I felt like it but I was no whore and never got shit out of being a slut besides some serious boring romps.
