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“What did you expect?”
Candice shrugged in her sweater. “Thought maybe she was taking you out on a date. You know. A real one. Not a fuck summons.”
“I don’t think Danica Moreau is the kind of woman to go on romantic dates. She would say she doesn’t have time for that.”More than likely, her idea of a hot date was picking someone up in her limo and fucking her curbside. That way, Alicia could be on her way!
“You ain’t her new main squeeze?”
“Why would I be? I guess she has some fascination with me. Certainly didn’t think she would go out of her way to send her assistant to pick me up for a round two quickie.”
“So, you did fuck her again!”
Alicia rolled her eyes.
“Please tell me you at least got a date out of it this time.”
“I should probably have more self-respect. I got in there, I get mesmerized by her icy, brown-eyed glare, and I spread my stupid legs.”
“Well, oh my shit, Alicia, you’re certifiably dumb.”
“If you were on the receiving end of that woman’s sexual strength, you’d be dumb, too.”
“Apparently, but I’ve gotta admire your long-term game here.”
Alicia turned her head. “What are you talking about?”
“Huh? You mean you’re not scheming a way into a big payday?”
“No. Do tell, though. I’m still unemployed.”
That grin was both maniacal and completely silly. “You gonna start offering your magical pussy services for a price, right? Make that woman your certified sugar mama?”
“For fuck’s sake, no!”
“Keep up your bad habits and you might be singing a different tune in a few weeks.”
Alicia put her hand on her stomach. “I don’t think I could do that, for any amount.”
“Ah, come on. You’re almost thirty! Pretty soon, your chance to be a sugar baby will dry up. Worried about having no career? Who cares when a billionaire pays for everything!”
Even though Alicia knew her roommate was joking – such was Candice’s humor – she still blanched in abject horror. “I may not know much about this woman,” Alicia began, realizing how much worse that made the situation sound, “but I have a feeling she wouldn’t be the greatest for that. For all I know, she’s got other girlfriends on speed dial out there. If she does, I never once saw any pictures of other women in that apartment… condo… penthouse?”
“Apartment-condo-penthouse?” Candice rested her elbows on her knees, chin in her hands. “Tell me more. Tell me everything, you slut.”
“Hey!”
“Kidding. Kinda. I’m jealous.”
Alicia needed to finish her drink before divulging any details.
When she was properly tipsy on gin, she went into greater detail about what it was like to be the fancy of Danica Moreau. Alicia talked mostly about her scent… did Candice remember that boutique they went to in New York? Yeah! She was totally wearing that perfume! What? What was so funny about that? Didn’t she get that it was burning hot?
Candice didn’t care about that, though. She wanted to know about Danica’s body, her manner of making love, and whether she lived up to all of Alicia’s virginal fantasies. Her body was barely revealed to her, ever. Her manner of making love? Even Candice would blush, and she did assistant work on porn sets. As for living up to any fantasies… Alicia was aware that her first time having sex would probably be boring. Hopefully not too painful, since she was well educated in how her body worked and had taken countless spins on silicone lovers, but that would be up to her partner, wouldn’t it? But any discomfort Alicia experienced had only added to the moment. Hair pulling and spanking? Well, shit. Sounded like a nightmare if someone else was telling her that.“People getting too many so-called lessonsfrom porn!”she would have spat. She didn’t get that impression from Danica, though. She was a woman who knew what kind of experience she wanted and how to deliver it to her partner as well. So happened that Alicia was into it… and ready to succumb at any moment.
“That’s wild,” Candice commented at the end of the ten-minute spiel. “Guess I would throw myself at a hot billionaire, too. Can’t blame you, girl. Promise me that if we ever go clubbing again, you don’t go rubbing your bare pussy on someone’s equally bare ass because you got a taste for random hookups. Shit ain’t safe under a certain income level.”
“Would you come off it? I get it. I’m dumb. Think I don’t beat myself up over it?”
“Hey, hey, I didn’t mean it like that.” Candice put a reassuring hand on Alicia’s arm. “We all get caught up in the moment.”
