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Disclaimer:
I don't think I own them. Nope, my initials ain't LKH. I guess they ain't
mine, and you can no longer sue me. Hahahaha. ~( 8>
I wasn't just on edge because of lack of sex anymore. I was a pure bitch, as
opposed to just sometimes. And when I snapped at my best friend, Veronica
"Ronnie" Simms, again, she'd finally had enough.
"Anita, how long has it been?" she asked, sounding sweet but
looking mad.
I swallowed hard and tried to look innocent. "What do you mean?"
She just glared at me from across her cup of coffee. It was a show down and I
caved first. "Nine months. And I'm sorry about what I said earlier, I'm
just not myself."
She smiled slightly. "I understand, but you've got to finish this before
you shoot someone for committing the ultimate crime of P.D.A. You remember
all the stuff you told me when you got back from Santa Fe?" I nodded
miserably, not needing to be a private detective to know where this was going.
"You are aware there are male prostitutes in this world. An
'uncomplicated fuck' is easy to come by." Yep, that's exactly where I
thought. She cleared her throat, and then lowered her voice, though we were
alone in my house. "I know a guy."
"And how do you know this guy? I didn't think you were the type."
She had the decency to look acutely embarrassed before, and while, she
explained.
"I went to a party a couple years ago. I met this great looking blonde
haired, blue-eyed guy. He was quiet, but funny, no pressure what-so-ever. I
took him home with me and, boy, was he great. Anyway, in the morning, he told
me what he was.
"He said that some hosts of parties will pay in advance for his services
and some lucky guests get a good time. I could give him a call for you, I
have his number, still."
"No. No, I am not doing that. I don't, don't, pay for play. Never. Nuh-
huh." I was repelled, revolted by the idea. But somewhere deep inside, I
was attracted to the thought. Trying to rid myself of the feeling, I almost physically
shook myself, but it held on like a rabid pit bull, or in my life, werewolf.
"Come on, Anita. He's not kinky, he's human, and he is _good_. He'll
even wear a mask, if that'll be more uncomplicated for you. He strips really
nice, even with all of the scars." I must have given a strange look at
that because she explained, "He said they came from his other job.
Gathering information, I believe. Come on girl, I'll even pay. You need
this."
I blurted out yes before thinking. Apparently that rabid werewolf had a lot
of friends. Ronnie grinned. "Great. You won't regret it. Can I use your
phone? I'll call him now." I nodded.
She sprang up and looked too happy for her own good. Rooting through her
wallet, she headed to the phone. She dialed after finding a business card, a
card of all things. Well, what did I expect, underwear with a phone number
embroidered on it? Yes, actually. She got an answering machine. "Hi,
Roddy. It's Ronnie Simms. It's been a long time, huh? God, I feel like a
pimp. I've got a job for you. Call me." She gave him my number, then
hung up. She turned to me, a satisfied smile on her face. "He'll call in
a couple minutes." She didn't sit, just watched me being miserable,
waiting for the phone to ring. "I hope you know this is for your own
good. Some good sex might help you think straight," she stated kindly.
Then the phone rang.
She answered quickly. "Hello? This is she. No, it's not my number, it's
the number of the lady who needs your services. Anita." You never
realize how annoying it is to listen to only one side of a conversation until
it's about you. I zoned out the rest, thinking of just what I'd gotten myself
into.
When she hung up, she filled me in. "He'll be here tonight at nine, with
the mask on. Roddy was very sweet about it. Tonight's usually his day off,
but since I'm 'a friend,' as he said, he'll do it, and stay as long as you
want. Now, its five-thirty and I've got to go home. Louie's coming over for
dinner."
I saw her to the door as I thought of the irony of that. She makes
arrangements with a male hooker she's known for years to come to my house,
then dashes home for dinner with her were-rat boyfriend. My life is too
strange.
*~*
I sort of sat there for a half hour, moping and trying to figure out what to
do first. I didn't do casual sex, until now, and have only had three lovers.
With them the first time just sort of happened. Now, I knew when and where if
not the who and how.
I groaned. First things first. Dinner. I fixed a toasted cheese sandwich, ate
about half of it, and then took a long, hot shower. When I was done, out, and
dried, I still had two hours until Roddy showed. I pulled on a pair of black
undies, and then wrapped my black robe around myself. Could you guess my
favorite color? I didn't want to think of what to wear yet. What does one
wear for such an occasion? Do you go elegant with a dress? Casual with jeans
and a tee shirt? Or do you wear nothing but a smile?
Instead, I cued up my CD changer with some jazz and collapsed on my white
couch. The contrast of colors was probably great. I just closed my eyes,
listened to the strains of music, and tried not to think too much.
*~*
The doorbell was ringing when I woke up. Briefly, I had no idea what was
going on, but then it hit me, hard, right between the eyes. "Shit,"
I said loudly and with feeling. The clock on the wall said 9:01. I scrambled
to the door, and adjusted my robe while checking the peephole. I realized two
things. My wardrobe problem was solved and, from what I could see, Roddy was
one hell of a good-looking man. I groaned again, then opened the door.
Our eyes immediately met and my heart jumped. Lust at first sight, me? He
stood there like a clothed figure from Playgirl. His regular fit jeans were
plain black and looked comfortable while being sexy. The black button down
shirt he wore wasn't buttoned and hung on his body to perfect advantage. His
fabled mask was black also, accentuating bright, piercing blue eyes and
stopped at the end of his nose, which brought further consideration to his mouth.
Which was smirking.
I was staring, damn it. I felt a blush creep up my neck as I motioned him in.
His blonde hair was a calculated shagginess and slightly brushed his collar.
Suddenly, I had the barely controllable urge to run my hands through it, but
I was able to swallow it. Ronnie's voice, like my sexual conscience, echoed
in my head. /Why the hell did you swallow it? That's what he's here for. Have
fun, cut loose!/
*~*
And so I did. For that night, I didn't think of how I'd feel in the morning,
of the boys or of creatures that might be planning my demise. I surrendered
to the arms of the human I didn't know and didn't care to and enjoyed his
hands, his mouth and his stamina. I owe a thanks to Ronnie for the night and
a punch for the morning.
*~*
When I awoke in the morning, Roddy was still there and still asleep. I sat up
and moved to cover my nakedness, but found there was no longer a sheet on the
bed. Memories of what had happened to that sheet flooded back and I blushed
deeply. Then I took in the room in its entirety and blushed even more.
Clothes were strewn everywhere, as where my pillows and sheets and the coupe
de gras, the mask. Meaning he was completely naked and as soon as he rolled
over, his identity would be as exposed as his fine ass. I closed my eyes
briefly and, after quick consideration, got out of bed and made an attempt to
find my robe. It was easy to find. It had been tossed into a corner early on,
but the sash that ties it shut was nowhere in sight.
Suddenly, I spotted it. The stupid thing was on my bed, under Roddy's
sprawled legs. Slowly, very slowly, I tugged on one end and slowly, very
slowly, it came to me. Right before I reached my reward, he grumbled and
rolled over.
I stood there, mortified as his face came around and those beautiful blue
eyes focuses on me. I sort of sat on the floor, read collapsed, in utter
shock, still staring. "Roddy" came up to all fours, completely
comfortable in his body, and crawled to the edge of the bed with predatory
grace. I managed to stutter out a few words that made no sense and he
chuckled. "Anita, you look as though you thought 'Ted' was my only
alias."
~( 8>
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