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I grabbed my purse, pissed off, horny, and feeling like a fucking idiot. Why was I making things so hard for myself? Ordering an Uber, I headed home to be an idiot and when I got there, all my roommates were home.
“Noemi! I thought you were going to get laid,” Carly asked from the sofa.
“Ah, did he finish that quickly? You poor girl,” Nela laughed.
“I have a suction cup dildo if you need to borrow it. It's in the dishwasher,” Marsha walked in from the kitchen.
I laughed because I wouldn’t be surprised if it was in the dishwasher.
“He catfished me and then talked about his gaming buddies. I think I probably would have had a better chance with one of them.” I took my jacket off, hanging it up. “He also called me a whore.”
“That asshole.” Marsha sat down and patted the sofa for me.
“Actually, I think I’m going to go to sleep,” I said, walking past the sofa, patting Marsha’s shoulder.
“Alright, girl. I’m finishing my movie and then I’ll be in, giving you enough time to orgasm,” Nela yelled, as I walked into the hallway.
Laughing, I debated if I even wanted to masturbate or if I should just call Vincent back. I threw myself on my twin bed, falling into a really bad place. It was hard not to, when you lived with four other women because you couldn’t afford an apartment by yourself, had a mountain of debt, courtesy of my ex, and you didn’t even have a stable job.
I was twenty-eight and I felt like my life was going backward instead of forward. I should have settled down by now. With a nice home and on my way to having one point five kids and a dog named Sir Fluffington that looked part wolf.
A part of me hated that society had ingrained it into women that we had to have a husband with kids and a white picket fence. And why the fuck did that sometimes sound great? I should have stayed for another drink to get nice and tipsy before coming back to reality. Maybe tomorrow I would call Vincent back. I needed to get over myself and just do what was best for me and not what everyone thought I should do.
“Noemi, I need you again.” Cheryl was begging me to work for her again. This time it was a different function, but still with the kink community. I stayed quiet for a moment, having her sweat for a little bit. I didn’t want to seem too desperate. Since Vincent didn’t answer my call, I was wondering if this might be my chance to see him or Easton.
“Is the offer still double?” I tried to still sound unconvinced.
“Yes, and Easton will be there,” she said quickly, upping the ante.
“Well, I would have just said yes for double, but I guess seeing Easton again wouldn’t hurt.” I tried to sound coy.
“Genevieve said you two hit it off and I can’t say that I’m surprised,” she said, fishing for me to tell her something.
“Do you need me to help you prep?” I asked, changing the subject.
How do you tell your boss, ‘Yeah, he spanked me and fucked me so good until I couldn’t walk’. Her sister was in the kink community, but I wasn’t that comfortable with her.
“I don’t expect details, I just want to make sure he is treating you right and you’re comfortable,” she said, sounding a little concerned.
“I’m a grown woman, I know what I’m getting into,” I said softly.
“Ok, I’ll see you tomorrow, bring some heels. I've got you in a fantastic outfit,” she said, already sounding distracted.
“See you tomorrow.” I hung up the phone trying to calm my racing heart.
That night I didn’t sleep at all. My mind was too excited at the possibility of seeing Easton, but I was also worried that maybe I was becoming obsessed with my ex’s best friend. Would Vincent also be there? Thinking about both of them was too much for my mind.
Working at Lincoln's the next day, the morning moved at a snail's pace, leaving me anxious and annoyed. I practically ran to my Uber to get to the place where they were holding the event. The event was at some bar downtown that allowed people to rent out their space once a month. It was an industrial setting, but it looked amazing in low light. Cheryl and I finished prepping quickly, moving on to assembling the stations so we could make things efficiently.
When Cheryl gave me my outfit, nerves fluttered in my stomach. It was a short skirt with a slit that went up so far, I didn’t know if wearing panties was a good idea. The top was a lace bodice that pushed my tits up, giving me amazing cleavage.
It wasn’t revealing at all, but this time I felt naked compared to the jacket I was wearing the last time. Coming out of the restroom I saw the two girls that had worked with me previously. They smiled at me quickly, setting up a few tables with tablecloths.
It wasn’t an intimate setting like the kink demo. There were so many people that it was hard to walk around without having to say excuse me a dozen times. Most people were nice, but some looked at me like I was a piece of meat.
After an hour of serving appetizers, Easton or Vincent was nowhere in sight, and I was starting to feel disappointed. The energy in the space started to mellow out, giving us time to walk around the room instead of making it only ten feet from the kitchen. I had a fresh tray of foie gras stuffed plums when a man ran into me, knocking the tray into me.
“Watch where you are going, stupid bitch,” he snapped at me, before storming off.
