“I should just hire someone to go down on me, that way I could still devote my entire life to work and get off too, all while not having to put any effort into maintaining the relationship that I don't have time for,” I griped to my best friend Imajean, who laughed heartily. We had met for a quick lunch that consisted of lettuce salad, no dressing and water. A wonderful meal for 2 women in the throes of the no carb dance.
“Why don't you? Men do it all the time.” She pushed her salad around and I noticed that she wasn't really eating. I looked at her pointedly and then at her plate. “I know, I know but Stu has that huge cocktail party for their biggest client and as the trophy wife I should look the part.”
“You look great, besides it's tomorrow night and what you eat now isn't going to have that much of an effect. God, I gotta go, Roger called a meeting for this afternoon to go over the projection reports AGAIN. I swear he thinks that we will find extra resources hidden under our desks or something.” I stood up and leaned over to kiss the air by her cheek. “Call me later.”
On my way back to the office I was thinking about what Imajean had said. Men do pay for sex and it's not a horrible thing. I would have to be extra extra safe but I was so horny and more than a little desperate. I knew that I was attractive and that men desired me but I didn't have time for complexities. My career was my life right now. I was already Vice President of a huge brokerage firm and I was only 28. I didn't plan on a serious relationship until I was 30, married at 32, and first and only child at 34. That was my plan and my goal.
I sighed and pulled into my parking spot taking pleasure in the Lexus that I had purchased less than a month before. I walked quickly to my office gathering messages from my secretary along the way. “Ms. Luther, Mr. Davidson is waiting for you and I think he's upset about something.”
“Thanks for the warning,” I smiled at her and breezed into the room. Roger Davidson had seated himself in front of my desk. “Hello Roger, what can I do for you?”
“Thank God you're back, I need your input on something.” I moaned to myself as he pulled a huge file out of his briefcase, I knew that I would spend all afternoon working on his job and stay late to finish my own.
8pm rolled around and I was just putting the finishing touches on a report I had to have done by tomorrow morning. The building was all but deserted and the sun had long since set. I massaged my temples and grabbed my cell phone from my purse as I powered down the computer. Speed dial 1 took me straight to my favorite Chinese takeout place. The delivery guy was young and pretty hot.
As I walked to the car I ordered my favorite Orange Chicken and fried rice, cringing at the negative impact that would have on my diet. On the way home I listened halfheartedly to the radio and thought about how much I didn't want to go home to my empty apartment and yet another night in front of my tv with my vibe and a cheesy romance novel.
Only about 5 minutes passed from when I had ordered my food and when I stepped into my apartment. It was great living just down the street from my office. I shrugged out of my jacket and flipped through my mail I had grabbed on the way up. Nothing important. The Chinese wouldn't be here for another 30 minutes or so so I undressed on my way to the bathroom to take a quick shower.
The water felt amazing on my body, I had the shower head set to massage and the hot spray kneaded my tired muscles and revitalized me. I poured a generous amount of lavender body wash on my loofah and slid it over my skin, reveling in the feel of it. I brushed it across my breasts which made my nipples harden and tingle wonderfully.
I felt my loins perk up as I massaged my tits for a few moments before dragging the sponge sensuously down over my flat tummy and to my neatly trimmed kitty. A small smile lifted the corners of my mouth as the loofah played over my most intimate areas. God I was horny!
Remembering the takeout I hurriedly quit distracting myself and finished my shower shampooing my hair vigorously to expend some pent up energy. I shut the water off and grabbed a big fluffy towel off the nearby rod and quickly dried off just drying my long red hair enough to keep it from dripping. I had just pulled on my short pink satin robe when I heard the door buzzer.
“Crap” I muttered to myself and cinched the belt tight hurrying to answer it. I buzzed the delivery guy up and grabbed some money out of my purse. When he knocked I answered the door slightly out of breath. “Thanks” I muttered to him reaching out for my food. When it was not immediately offered I looked up at him in confusion.
