"So let me get this straight. You're telling me this girl made you masturbate in front of her and rode your face like a fucking horse BEFORE you even got her name? And on top of that, you haven't seen her since?!" Cris's best friend, Erica, could barely contain her giddiness as she spoke, her cheeks were getting red from trying to hold back laughter.
"Yes that's what I'm saying to you. I can not believe this shit." It was the second Monday of November and the two of them always met up for lunch on Mondays for a rundown of each other's weekend. Red hadn't shown up to the club that past Friday so Cris was feeling played, and a part of her couldn't help but feel like it was karma for her past deeds. She wouldn't call herself a heartbreaker but she was known to be somewhat of a casanova.
"How's it feel, bro? I mean, this is just classic. You're finally getting to know what it feels like." Erica laughed and nudged Cris's shoulder with a toothy grin on her face.
"Fuck you, Rickie. You're not one to talk. "
"Okay, okay you're right. But you have to admit this is hilarious."
Cris glared at her and spat out, "No it's not fucking funny. And since all you want to do is laugh, I will see you later. I have to meet with Jen anyway." She slid out from the booth they shared and reached into her wallet to grab some cash for the food.
"Oh don't tell me that guy whose nose you broke at the club earlier this year is still trying to press charges?!" Erica waved Cris's hand away as she was trying to sit her money on the table. "Don't worry about it. This is me making up for laughing at your expense."
"Oh, how nice of you," Cris said with a deadpan look. "But yeah, he is. And it's a fucking shitshow so I'm gonna go see what I have to do to get this handled. I'll catch you later."
****
"So I'm gonna give it to you straight," Cris's lawyer, Jennifer, gave her pointed look and continued. "This could get very messy if the two of you go to court. As your lawyer, I will always go to bat for you but in this instance, you shouldn't have touched him. You have security for that, and because of that it puts you in a precarious situation. I advise you to just pay him back for those medical fees. If you don't pay the medical fees now it could turn into court fees as well, and compensation for pain and suffering on top of that."
"Fucking hell," Cris let out a deep sigh and sunk into the leather chair she sat on across from Jennifer's desk.
"I know admitting you were wrong is gonna be a low blow to your ego, but think about your money. He already drafted up a contract for you to sign hoping you'd agree. Just think it over, I'll support you either way of course." Jennifer began looking around her desk for the papers, flipping over stacks and stacks of loose files and moving around office supplies. "It should be here but I must have forgotten to ask Chanel to print it out for me."
Chanel. Cherry. Red.
Hearing that name had the memories from the other night flooding back to the forefront of Cris's mind. Not that they had ever strayed far in the first place. She closed her eyes and instantly she was face first in Red's pussy again and she could almost feel her fingers threaded through her hair.
"Chanel could you print that document I got this morning from Mr. Bradley and bring that in here, please?" Jennifer spoke into the intercom that sat on her desk with a slight smile on her lips. She turned it off and looked towards Cris to say, "Wait till you get a load of this one. She's the newest since my wife made me let Ashley go. I've been good with her so far, but she's definitely a sight for sore eyes."
"You are a dog, Jen," Cris said with a laugh. In the back of her mind, she couldn't help but wonder if this Chanel could be her Red.
There's no way it's her. I am not that lucky.
"Look I'm honest, okay. That's why you hired me."
"Yeah, that and we were roommates in-" As Cris spoke, the door opened and she nearly choked.
Oh my fucking god. It's her.
Red walked through the door looking like the school teacher of Cris's ultimate wet dream, dressed in a white silk shirt tucked into a navy blue pencil skirt that could have been painted on. On her feet were a pair of tan pumps and Red's curly black hair was pulled back into a sleek bun. She's wearing black cat eye glasses and of course she had on her signature blood red lipstick.
God I would have gotten an A in that class.
The first thing Red's eyes land on is Cris. She tries her best to hide the excitement on her face but it's evident in the mischievous twinkle in her eyes and the way she doesn't take them off of Cris even as she hands the papers to Jennifer. Cris squirmed in her chair but still didn't let her own eyes waiver, she wasn't backing down this time.
"Thank you, Chanel." Jennifer takes the papers and her eyes switch back and forth between Chanel and Cris, trying to figure out what it is that she missed.
"Always a pleasure," Red says, and she turns to head out of Jennifer's office; but not before glancing Cris's way again with that fucking smirk playing at her lips.
As soon as the door closes behind her Jennifer breaks out into a smile bigger than the cheshire cat's. "
What
was that?"
Cris cleared her throat, "What was what?"
"You are the most horrible liar. You could cut the tension with a knife as soon as she walked in the room! You couldn't even finish your sentence! What was she like? Is she a squirter? She seems like a squirter." Cris didn't think it was possible but Jennifer's grin spread even wider.
"Jesus Jen, I don't kiss and tell." Truth be told, she just didn't want Jennifer to know that Red had, had Cris at her disposal the way she did. Erica was one thing but Jennnifer would never let her live that down.
"Yeah yeah, whatever. I'll find out eventually. Just take these papers and let me know what you want to do by Wednesday, okay?"
"Will do."
Cris took a detour to walk past Red's desk as she headed out but she wasn't there.
She decided to head to the bathroom before she left the building and walked in to Red washing her hands at the sink.
I am fucking lucky.
"Hey there, Cherry Red." Cris's face held a coy smirk of her own for once as she closed the bathroom door, locking it behind her, and leaned against the counter.
Red's eyes followed Cris's hands as she locked the door and to Cris's surprise she actually seemed a little nervous, she had yet to look up into Cris's eyes. She reached for the napkin dispenser without a word and instead of looking directly at her, Red made eye contact with Cris's reflection in the mirror.
I'm not playing these games today.
Cris took two large steps towards Red and took her chin between her index finger and thumb, forcing Red to look into her eyes. "Cat got your tongue?"
Red's eyes shifted around the room and glanced at the locked door behind her. She bit her lip and looked down at the ground before finally looking into Cris's eyes. "I-I'm at work."
"Oh and that means what exactly?" Cris took two more steps, backing Red into the wall and her fingers kept a vice grip on Red's chin. "I allowed you to come in to
my
club and order me around like I had a collar on my neck. You put your fucking pussy in my face and walked out before I got the chance to fuck you. Then to top it off you don't come back. You must be crazy if you think I give a
damn
