After taking a brief shower, I throw on a pair of jeans and a comfortable sweater before rejoining Samantha. Walking out, I over hear her on the phone, "Yes, that is perfect. We will be there in about two hours."
I waltz out and sit down on the couch next to her, "What was that all about?"
"I just set up our weekend getaway. Today and tomorrow we are going to party hardy in New York City, so go pack a bag and I will meet you back here in about a half an hour. Make sure you bring a swim suit and the hottest outfit you have for the night clubs. Speaking of that, I need to run and grab a couple things from my place. Love ya." She gets up and lets herself out.
What did I just get into? I find myself wondering before I rush to pack some things for the trip.
Samantha has always been the type who goes off and just does whatever the hell she wants, when she wants. Her parents are well to do, so it's not like she has anything to ever worry about. Even when she got in trouble with the law, they took care of it.
I remember a time when she was pulled over for drunk driving. As soon as they found out who her parents were, they let her off on a technicality. If it would have been me, I would be in jail right now for the next couple of years.
Then again, I would never drive drunk. Of course, this is me we are talking about. Ms. I have only had sex with two guys in my life till last night and my step dad didn't really count. Most women at the age of 30, have had extensive relationships. Me, one and that didn't even go over well.
Neville, was in a class of his own. One minute he would bend over backwards for anyone and the next he back stabbed them. I had to learn this the hard way, when I found out that he screwed half of the cheerleader squad, while he was dating me.
It didn't take a genius to figure that out when the pics showed up on his i*******m account. Soon after, he went away for four counts of statuatory rape. He was 23 and they were 16. Like I said, he was a piece of work.
After that, it took a long time before I could trust anyone again. To tell you the truth, I'm not too sure I can now. So when that stranger come knocking at my door, it took all the willpower in the world to not just ignore him and go back to sleep.
Honestly, I am really glad I didn't. That was the hottest thing I have ever experienced in my life. I mean come on, a gorgeous man knocks on your door. He rushes in to make love to you and then leaves just as quickly. I couldn't have come up with a better wet dream and it was real. Hell, that alone can fuel my dreams for years to come.
Somehow, I manage to snap myself out of it and pack right before Samantha knocks on the door. Grabbing my slinky hot pink swimsuit and my little black dress, I rush to the door and let her in. I watch as she stands there impatiently waiting for me.
"I see that you decided to have some fun tonight." She eyes me up and down and I start to blush as she looks over my outfit.
"O.K., so you think it's too much?" I pull down my teal mini skirt and tan crop top that shows a little too much cleavage for my taste, but should catch the eye of any guy looking.
"No, I think it has just the right feel for what we are going to be doing. I figure that when we get there we can go out to eat, then shop a bit. Afterwards, we can dance, dance, dance all night long. Where are your high heels, girl?"
"Oh, I almost forgot." I rush over to the closet and rifle through the boxes to find my stilletos. I had purchased them when I was stripping. Figuring that it completed the outfits. Returning to Samantha, I take a mental note of her outfit. Daisy Dukes and a purple sleeveless top that brings out the color of her eyes.
"How do you do it, Samantha? You always make everything look so hot." I wink at her and laugh.
She leans forward and gives me a kiss on the cheek, "It's easy, when you have a body like mine."
We both laugh, and then I grab my bags just before shutting off the lights and making sure that I left plenty of food and water for Fluffy. Not to mention, I check that the doggy door is unlocked. Wouldn't want to come home to find Fluffy poo everywhere.
On the drive,we listen to Highway to Hell and scream at the top of our lungs to Born to be Wild. A couple older women stare at us and give us dirty looks, but we don't care. We are having fun.
When a van full of men pull up to the side of us, Samantha tells me to pull up my top and show my boobs. I unseat belt and flash them. The next thing I know, one of them is practically climbing out of his window and into our car. Samantha swerves away just in time and his buddy pulls him back in the window.
We hear them screaming, "Baby, stop. We will fuck you so good, you won't want us to stop."
Looking at each other, we speed up and leave them in the dust. "Man, I doubt any of them could have fucked us so good. They are all losers, but it was funny seeing that blonde guys face. I thought for sure he was going to nut right there in his pants." Samantha winks at me and continues driving.
By the time we get to the city, we are both starving. It's around noon and the traffic is crazy. We almost get hit, when a taxi driver isn't watching where he is going and pulls over too quickly.
I look over in the taxi and I could swear I saw the stranger from last night. Boy, my eyes are playing tricks on me. When I look back again, I realize that it's just someone who looks alot like him. Same kind of suit and hair style.
"I could really get used to this town if all the men look like him." I mutter to myself and Samantha gives me a dirty look.
"What do you mean?"
"I could have sworn I just saw that stranger from last night, but it was just wishful thinking. He had the same haircut and just about the same suit on." I say to her and I realize that just thinking about it is making me wet.
"Well, quit. There are enough men in this city that you can get him out of your pretty little head. I myself, intend on finding a few good men and fuck them till they can't get it up anymore. Although, I haven't decided yet if I want one at a time or a gang bang." Samantha winks at me again and I don't know if she is joking or not.
With her it is hard to tell. She has done a threesome before and once wanted me to join, but I said, "Hell no." I think she swings both ways, and frankly that bothers me.
Never being the type of girl to spread my legs for just anyone, I don't intend on ever swinging her way. To tell you the truth, I can't even imagine having sex with another woman. It grosses me out.
When we get to the hotel, she drives into the parking garage and we walk up to the entrance. The Madison is a pretty expensive hotel, but remember, Samantha comes from money. After getting the keys to the suites, we grab our bags from the car and find our rooms.
Samantha reserved two rooms, so when we found a man or two or three in her case, she wouldn't have to worry about me interrupting her. If I had to guess, I would say that she has had sex with at least 100 guys. Sometimes, she even talks to guys on the internet from surrounding areas and has them come to her.
I have warned her before, because she can never know if they are sexual predators or killers. However, she figures this way. If they want to kill her, she can at least get the ride of her life first. Just thinking about that makes me laugh a little and to think that she is my best friend. What a difference between the two of us.
Opening the door to my room, I peek inside and am in awe. The only other time I have ever seen something so beautiful and grand is when I watched movies. Looking around, I admire the cathedral ceilings and the four post bed in the middle of the room.
On one of the walls is a huge flat screen T.V. and a desk with a combination of a laptop and a whole slew of other modern conveniences. Inspecting further, I find a Keuring coffee pot and a fancy hair dryer. A mini fridge with all kinds of alcohol, sweets and fresh strawberries inside. I am in Heaven.
Laying down on the bed, I instantly wish I had one in my room at home. It has to be the most comfortable, soft mattress that I have ever laid eyes on. Closing my eyes, I imagine that I am a princess and Prince Charming has married me. I smile and open my eyes to see Samantha hovering over me staring at me.
"Ready to go?" She asks, smiling like a Cheshire Cat.
I nod and get up, deciding where to eat for lunch, we shut the door to the room and walk down the street.
Hearing a siren from down at the street level, I wake up and get dressed. Looking out the bedroom window, I notice an accident just outside of my apartment building. It looks like a taxi hit a pedestrian. "Oh well, I guess they will look where they are going next time." After slipping on my gym shoes, I go down stairs to workout. Usually there are quite a few people here, but this morning no one is around. I work out in the eerie quiet and remember how busy it usually is. Matter of fact, at one point in time I had thought about getting a home gym put in my penthouse, but I don't like the clutter. When I'm done with my workout, I come back upstairs to take a shower and after I get dressed I find a yogurt in the fridge for breakfast. That reminds me, I need to get some groceries today. On that, I remember my mental note from yesterday about running by GNC and picking up some protein powder.
We find a nice place to eat and then for the rest of the afternoon we go shopping. When it gets dinner time, we grab a bite to eat at a sub shop down the street from the hotel. Afterwards, we go back to our suites and deposit our treasures from the day. Samantha bought me a whole new wardrobe today, I will owe her for a long time. At least, till I figure out a way of repaying her somehow. Although, at this rate, it will be awhile. Putting my things away and freshening up, I splash a little perfume on and make sure that my mascara hasn't smudged. While I apply a thin pink gloss on my lips, I daydream about Mr. Perfect. The stranger. After a few minutes, I hear Samantha knocking at the door and we leave for the night club. The minute we step out the doors of the hotel, we hear a whistle from the road and turn to see who it is. A couple men oggle us from a passing taxi and wave. We wave back and t
I yawn and stretch as I get off the couch and go to the fridge for something to make for dinner. That was a good movie, but I'm usually more of a horror type of guy. I love my slasher films, especially the older 80's ones. They just don't make movies like that anymore. Picking out all the stuff I need to make lasagna, I whip it all together and stick it in the oven. After setting the temperature, I take note of the time and remind myself that in an hour I have to take it out to cool. My stomach starts growling, so I take a bag of baked chips out of the pantry and a cup of coffee over to the couch. Turning on the news, I watch as the reporter talks about a shooting in China Town. The weather comes on next and I turn it off after finding out the weather for Sunday. I look at the time and realize that the lasagna should be about done. Getting up, I go to the kitchen and the aroma instantly hits me. Yep,
When we are finished eating, we make our way back to the hotel, looking through all the different stores and Samantha buys a handful of things. Just before we arrive at the entrance, I look up to see that it's about to storm."I guess we will either have to stay in the rest of the afternoon or find somewhere that has everything inside. I don't want to get stuck out in a storm." Hurrying in the door, I almost run into a tall man in his fifties, who looks remarkably like a famous actor I admire. Double taking, I glance at him again just before he disappears outside."Hmm. That looked just like Rock Middleton. Did you see him?" I ask Samantha, but she is too busy staring at the hotty in front of us. He looks to be in his forties and has that domineering look about him, black hair and dark brown eyes.I elbow her in the side and finally draw her attention away from him. "What?" She says so
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I wake up with a crook in my neck from sleeping on the couch and Fluffy is licking my face. Giving her a big hug, I get up and go to the bathroom. Returning to the living room, I hear my phone ringing. I search everywhere for it, but when I sit down on the couch I feel it underneath me.I look at the screen and it's flashing Samantha's profile. Answering, I wait a second and then say something. "What's up?"Silence on the other end, then I hear a crunching sound. A few more seconds pass by with more crunching and then she finally says something. "Sorry, was eating."I roll my eyes, "No, really?""So. Did you see our pics all over the internet?""What do you mean?"I hear her drinking something, "Well, check out The High Life website. We are on their front page, I shit you not.""Hold on, let me look it up on my phone." I get onto the search
On thursday after several days of non stop harassment from Jake, I finally decide to take things into my own hands. Walking into his office, I scan the room for him and all I see is his computer open and turned on. I wonder where he is, so I sit down patiently waiting for him. Fifteen minutes rolls by and he is nowhere to be found.Eileen walks in and notifies me that Jake won't be able to make it to the meeting. It turns out that he got held up in traffic downtown and won't be back for who knows how long. I get up and walk out, but just as I'm about to get in the elevator, he calls my name."You do realize that I was sitting in the other room the whole time. I wanted to see how long you would wait for me, before you got up and left." He pats me on the back and motions for me to walk into his office.He really has no clue how many times I have wanted to beat the shit out of him, but didn't.
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