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And now I wasn’t going to let a nosy neighbor stop me.
“I’m meeting someone,” I said, slowly edging away from Ms. Williams, towards the direction of the parking lot.
She took a step in front of me, blocking my path. “Oh! Are you going on a date?”
“You could say that.”
She placed a hand on her wrinkled cheek. “Whatever happened to Carter? I miss seeing him around.”
Me too.I didn’t know what to say, so I laughed awkwardly. Ms. Williams let out a long sigh, patting my shoulder. “Well, have fun on your date and be safe. Stay away from downtown and stay away from those orcs. They are all bad, every single one of them.”
“I will. Thanks, you have a good night too.”
Even though I was already late, I took a moment inside my car to snap a quick selfie, tilting my phone down to include the plunging neckline. The black dress was Carter’s favorite, and I half-hoped he would see the picture on social media, wonder where I was off too dressed like that, fly into a jealous rage when he came to his own conclusions that I was meeting up with another man, and call me, demanding I come to his house immediately.
And I would ignore him, just like he ignored me last night.
As I held my phone in my left hand, I turned on the ignition. My car purred awake, but I didn’t back out. Not yet. I stared down at my phone, waiting for Carter’s text to come through. After a few minutes of nothing, I rolled my eyes and tossed my phone into the open mouth of my purse. As I backed out of my parking spot, I silently prayed that his message would be there when I arrived at my destination.
Chapter three
Leaningoverthesteeringwheel, I gawked at the industrial-sized warehouses I drove by. I had lived in Baltimore all my life and had never been on this side of the city. I remembered my parents talking over dinner about how the recession had affected our city—goblins, orcs, and demons; those who made up our blue-collared population suffering the most. I skimmed newspaper articles about increased homelessness in the city thanks to these companies closing their doors, leaving a huge chunk of our population without a means to survive, but I didn’t realize the gravity of it until now. As soon as I had turned off the exit ramp, it felt as though I had entered a ghost town.
No wonder people turn to drugs,I thought, remembering my conversation with Ms. Williams. Not that I believed orcs were solely responsible for the city’s drug epidemic—I still believed there were good and bad in all species—but they were affected most by the recession and desperate times call for desperate measures, especially when you’re just trying to survive.
Still. This side of town gave me the chills but for entirely different reasons than I was expecting. It was so empty. Was I the only one here? I would feel a little better if I saw any kind of sign of life. Good or bad, I just wanted to see a person.
I let out a sigh of relief when I passed by a bar with actual people inside. I couldn’t tell what species they were—the bar inside was too dark, like they didn’t want to draw any unwanted attention—even though the doors were propped open. It was a comfort, though, knowing I wasn’t completely alone. Someone would hear me if I screamed for help.
Stop psyching yourself out. Marcie does this all the time. If she can do it, so can you.
My phone’s navigation brought me to the mouth of an alleyway. I parked directly in front of it, turning off my headlights. I checked my phone—twenty minutes past. On the way here, I had texted Prince Uncharming telling him I was running late, but no reply. Didn’t he say he had some business to take care of after meeting me? And since I was late, he was probably taking care of that now. Hopefully he'd text me as soon as he was done.
I squinted into the darkness of the alley; the orange migraine-inducing street lights only provided so much light. I couldn’t be sure, but it didn’t look like it had a dead-end and it might enter into another street. Having a dick appointment in an open alley like this seemed like a bad idea. It only increased your chances of getting caught. I shuddered, realizing my date might be into that sort of thing. I regret not adding that to my off-limits list.
I pulled a small bottle of Fireball out of my purse and cracked it open. “To trying new things and to no venereal diseases,” I said out loud, raising the small bottle in the air in a mock toast. I knocked the bottle back, coughing as cinnamon liquor burned all the way down my throat. I opened the app, sending a quick message to let MuscleMan know I was here, and stepped out of the car. After mentally debating for a few moments, I decided to leave my car unlocked, in case I needed to make a quick getaway. The chances of someone stealing my car were much less likely than me needing to make a quick getaway from my dick appointment.
I walked a few feet into the alley, holding up my phone to see if MuscleMan had texted. Or Carter. So far, nothing. I peered down the dark tunnel, and as far as I could tell, it was still empty. And creepy. How am I supposed to get off in a place like this?
It’s not about getting off. I just need to get laid, so I can get over Carter.
I cracked open another Fireball and quickly downed it to help calm my nerves. Anxiety was starting to build in my chest like a tidal wave and I forced myself to take long, slow breaths just like my therapist had taught me. I leaned against the wall behind me for support, breathing slowly until liquid courage could take the reins.
I checked my phone again. Nothing. But the warmth was beginning to blossom through my chest like a golden explosion, my limbs turning loosey-goosey. I’ll give him twenty more minutes before I leave,I thought, checking the time on my phone again. Goddess, what if I get stood-up on a dick appointment? My confidence would never recover.
Well, better get warmed up, I doubt Prince Uncharming is gonna do it.I opened the saved photos on my phone and scrolled down until I found my favorite nude of Carter. Standing in front of his bathroom mirror, his ivory skin still glistening from the shower, and his cock jutting forward, begging to be touched. By me. It was my favorite photo because he took it for me and only me. It was during a time when we were still madly in love and the prospects of marriage still waited expectantly for us on the horizon. Now, he didn’t send nudes anymore. Only the occasional late-night text. So, I had to appreciate what I had left.
I set the phone on the edge of a dumpster—after running a take-out napkin that I had found at the bottom of my purse over it—the picture facing up.
I checked the alley one last time to make sure I was still alone. Bracing my shoulder against the wall, I reached a hand up my skirt and caressed the bare skin between my legs. I didn’t worry about wearing underwear, knowing me, I would have face-planted trying to step out of them.
I was surprised at how wet I was. Did I just discover a new kink? Oh goddess. Why couldn’t it be something safer that I could do from the comfort of my own home, like sending naked pictures to random strangers online?
No. I knew myself well enough to know that I wasn’t discovering some new kink of mine. It had just been so long since I had been with someone that my cunt was easily excitable. I spread my legs a little wider, slowly rubbing the nub as the warmth spread between my legs.
A distant noise, loud and explosive like a firecracker, made me squeal. I practically jumped out of my skin, accidentally knocking over my phone with the crook of my elbow. Oh shit. Oh shit. The phone toppled over into the mouth of the dumpster, hitting the metal bottom with a loudclank.
“Fuck me!” I hissed. There was no way my phone had survived a fall like that. I grunted as I leaned over the edge of the dumpster, my ass practically in the air, as I stretched to grab the phone face-down in the bottom of the dumpster. No luck. I may be tall for a fae, but I still wasn’t able to reach it. I would have to climb in the dumpster, I realized with horror.
