Mason had been ready to call the week a total loss. Work had been grueling. She hadn't been able to snuggle with Michy, who was feeling out of sorts, cramped and achy – Mason knew why. Samantha was out of town and sexy little Tamara had to work this evening, so Mason was left on her own tonight. She decided to treat herself to her favorite Ice Cream and when she got to the store, they were sold out. Neal had been offered an extra writing assignment that paid really well, so she hadn't heard from him in 2 weeks. She was tired, she was cranky, she was fed up and she was horny – and there was nothing she could do about it. Friday night without a date, she was about to go to bed and read a book when the phone rang.
"Hello gorgeous."
"NEAL! Oh, how wonderful to hear from you. Did you finish your assignment?"
"Yeah, a few days early. Babe, I know it's short notice and it's a bit late to ask, but heck, it's worth a try. Do you want to go to dinner tonight? I've got some extra cash from the writing gig and we can do it up nice and ... "
"God yes, darling, you're a lifesaver. It's been a hell of a week, I could use an evening out. It's not quite 8 yet, could you give me until 9?"
"Of course hon, sounds good. How about Bellisima's?"
"Italian sounds good. I'll see you at 9, sweetheart!"
Mason hung up and then realized she'd called him sweetheart. But the more often she saw him, the more certain she was that she was falling for him. He made her heart sing and tonight was perfect evidence that he could brighten up a bad day. She ran to the shower and washed quickly, not wanting to waste a minute of time.
Mason wanted to convey to Neal that she wanted him to come back to her place tonight and fuck her brains out, but she didn't want to be trampy. She had just the right outfit to wear, a very elegant black satin dress she'd bought a year before but never had a chance to wear. The dress was snug, with a slit up the right side and a nice plunge in the back that ended just above her buttocks. She grabbed the dress from her closet and laid it across the bed, then she went into her lingerie drawer and got out a lacy black G-string and black silk stockings. She put those on and hooked the stockings to a garter belt, put on a sheer black bra and looked at herself in the full-lenght mirror. Knowing she looked hot, she put the dress on and took another admiring glance in the mirror – Neal would love this outfit, she was certain of that – and there was no mistaking her message.
She also vowed that tonight she would tell him about her relationship with Michelle and with other women. She wanted to see him make love with Michelle, the thought of seeing her two lovers together and really fucking each other got her so hot, so wet and ... oh God, she thought, I better calm down or I'll attack him the moment he gets here. She smiled – she was almost glad Tamara was working tonight, although a romp with the brunette cutie tonight might have been fun. She hoped Neal had lots of energy tonight – because after dinner, she was going to drag his ass back to her place and fuck his brains out.
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Sara Morrison wasn't sure if it was coming from the driving beat of the music or if it was in her own head. She still had the headache – 4 Tylenols hadn't removed it, not even after four hours. It was all his fault.
He
being her boyfriend.
Mick and she had been dating for nearly a year and until tonight, she had been very happy with their relationship. The pretty blonde DJ had caught his eye at the Blue Pelican nightclub, where she worked and he was a VIP customer. Mick demanded Sara's number – people did not say no to the successful attorney – and although Sara turned him down and wouldn't give him her number, the owner
did
give it to him.
People just didn't say no to "Mick" McKenzie. Mick was persistent, he called every day for a week, sent flowers, came to the club until Sara caved and went out with him. He was smooth and suave and charming, she gave him that. Very attentive. He was patient and didn't rush her into sex, but when they did sleep together, Mick was wonderful in bed. He was everything a girl could want. It seemed to good to be true. It
was
to good to be true. The problem was, a lot of girls wanted what Mick had and he made sure they got it. He was a player and Sara hadn't seen it. Friends had tried to tell her, but it took her seeing him openly making out with one of the GoGo dancers earlier in the night to open Sara's blue eyes wide. She had fumed, she had cried and she had decided it was over. In all the time she'd been going out, Sara hadn't been with anyone else, although opportunities had certainly presented themselves. The hot blonde had been pursued by many a patron and some of the staff. She wanted a revenge fuck. She wanted to cheat on her boyfriend and then flaunt it in his face. Then, for perhaps the first time, someone
would
say no to Mick and that someone was going to be Sara.
She put on another track and standing to her left was Tamara Williams, one of the GoGo dancers at the club. She didn't know the striking brunette very well, but she seemed to be likable and friendly. Sara's boss had asked her to help train Tamara as a fill-in DJ, should one of the others get sick. The Blue Pelican only used female DJ's, a pretty girl spinning music kept the crowds coming through the doors.
"Hey Sara, what's up? You okay hon – you look like you've been crying?"
Sara nodded. "I'll be okay – I just found out what a rat Mick is."
Tamara sighed. She had seen this coming, most of the girls knew what Mick was like. Some – the true whores of the bunch – didn't care, they just wanted the gifts Mick lavished on them or a quick fuck. But girls with self-respect, like Tamara herself, had his number and kept him at a distance. Tamara knew Mick was a total sleaze and she felt bad that Sara had gotten mixed up with the smarmy lawyer.
"I'm sorry Sara – I guess you had to find out sooner or later. Hey, Austin and I are going out after for some pizza – why don't you join us, I know Austin won't mind having two hotties on his arm."
Sara protested, but Tamara had really been wanting to get to know the sexy blonde better. Swinging both ways, she had hoped an opportunity to bed the pretty girl would present itself. She loved life and sex and hoped that she could inject those kinds of feelings into Sara, but Sara had been totally faithful to Mick. Now she had her chance and the sexy dancer wasn't going to let it slip away. At first, she thought of ditching Austin after the pizza, but it'd been a while since she'd had a good fuck and maybe Sara would be up for a little revenge-screwing.
The Pelican closed a few hours earlier, a Private Party was coming and another DJ was spinning the tunes for them. Sara got her coat and prepared to go, when Mick came to collect her, Sara flipped him off. He would've caused a scene, but Austin at 6'5" and 250 pounds of solid linebacker muscle, wasn't intimidated. He told Mick in a strong, masculine voice "Back off turd – the lady isn't buying what you're selling!"
Sara felt very protected and she wondered why she'd never given the College Football player much attention. He was an impressive man, with short-cropped black hair and a solid build. His green eyes were hidden behind black-rimmed glasses and he had a very good mind, his football scholarship helping pay for his way to Med School. He worked at the Pelican as a bouncer to help defray other costs and everyone liked him, Tamara and he were often seen together, Sara wasn't sure if there was anything serious between the two.
