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Cambridge, Massachusetts
My heart is racing, waiting for Drake to reply. I feel like some teenage girl who has the most popular guy in school ask her out. Startling me, my phone vibrates in my palm. Once I manage to restart my heart, I read his message. The message is short but sweet. However, I can feel his power and charisma in every word.
“I’m glad you decided to make the leap. If you would send me an email address, I can send you the necessary instructions for the evening.”
A shiver passes through my body, flooding my pussy with excitement. How does he do that? I immediately send him my email address, anxiously awaiting his reply. He thanks me and says he’s looking forward to our evening together. I can’t bring myself to reply, too much excitement coursing through me. I’ll just sound like an idiot. A few hours later, my phone chimes with an email from Drake.
“Dear Jada,
I promise that our evening will be one to remember. I have made us a reservation at the Buddakan restaurant, three days from now, at 8:00 pm. I don’t want you to worry about anything. I have already taken care of the hotel and travel arrangements. You have the penthouse suite for the night at the Palomar. I have provided a link to your itinerary in this email, so you may plan accordingly.
For dinner you must wear a dress. I want to see you in something sexy and flattering, but not the little black dress in your closet. I want to see you in something vibrant and colorful. I want to be the envy of every man, as they stand mesmerized by your beauty.
Heels are another requirement for this evening. The heels must be at least three inches or more in height. The lingerie should be tasteful, but is at your discretion. The jewelry and hair, I will leave up to you. Know that sex is not a requirement for this evening, only the pleasure of your company. I will not take advantage of you, and will only take what you offer freely. If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to contact me.
Sincerely
Drake Owens”
He is demanding. I’m not sure if it’s offending me or turning me on. Sure, men have made reservations for me, but they never try to tell me what I can and cannot wear. I should be upset by this. I mean, I am an independent woman right. Free thinking, able to make my own decisions. So why do I have a feeling that my wand and I are going to be spending some more quality time in ten minutes. Well, it sounds like I’m going shopping tomorrow.
The following day in Cambridge
I call my girlfriend Mikayla to go shopping with me. She readily agrees to come along. Telling a small white lie, I say I need a sexy new dress for a date with Eric. Eric is my on and off again fuck buddy. But also kind of, sort of, my boyfriend, it’s complicated. I pick Mikayla up at her apartment, since I’m the one with a car.
Mikayla and I met one day while she was handing out flyers for a women’s self-defense course. Being the shy girl that I am, I tried to walk on by. But blowing her off wasn’t an option. She gave new meaning to the term “extremely persistent”. So I attended, Mikayla was one of the assistant instructors. It was luckily only a five class course. Mikayla and I got to know one another in that time. While on a lunch date, shortly after the self-defense course, Mikayla introduced me to her girlfriend Megan.
Megan is your typical white girl, not tall but not short. Light brown hair that hits her at about her shoulders. She is slender but toned, like a marathon runner. Only, she looks like she’d be right at home baking apple pies. Mikayla, on the other hand, is night to her day. A little on the short side, but she makes up for it in sass. Olive skin with dark brown hair, she has a string of lotus flowers tattooed on her left side. She says she has more tattoos, but they’re in places I don’t want to see. She grew up in sort of a rough neighborhood, so she still holds that edge.
I later find out that Megan has a thing for Latin girls with a curvy figure. Ever since that lunch, she has become infatuated with me. She is always trying to convince me that women are better than men. So now Mikayla always says I’m trying to steal her woman. Sometimes, I can’t tell if the two of them are joking or hitting on me. But either way, the three of us are really good friends.
Mikayla and I stop at a café before heading over to the mall. I get myself a large caramel mocha with extra whip cream. Actually, I’m not sure if it’s still coffee after you’ve drowned it in chocolate, caramel, and whip cream. But who really cares, it tastes so good. Mikayla gets a cup of green tea, with a hint of lemon. I watch her grimace as I take my first sip. She’s never been much of a coffee drinker.
We get to the mall hitting up a few stores. But everything is for a woman of lesser greatness. When will department stores figure out that not all women are a size two? Show some love for the real women with curves! We go to a few shoe stores, but that’s a bust. I honestly don’t have the first clue what to do for the shoes. It’s hard to find shoes to go with a dress that doesn’t exist. Walking through the halls, Mikayla starts in with the questions. I duck inside another shoe store, hoping to distract her.
“So girl, why don’t you tell me what’s really going on. I know this isn’t for Eric. If that boy didn’t have a big dick, you wouldn’t pay him second thought.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Mikayla. Eric doesn’t even have that big of a dick. What do you think about these?”
“What the hell are you doing with him then? Girl, please, unless you’re thinking of becoming a stripper, hell no. And don’t think I don’t know you’re trying to duck the question.”
“I’m not trying to duck the question. I just don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I bet you met someone while you were in Philly. You were supposed to call me when you got back into town. That’s it, isn’t it, you met some stud, and you don’t want to spill?”
Almost as if I conjure him out of thin air, my phone vibrates, it’s a text message from Drake.
“Hello Jada, I just want to inform you that the driver will be at your apartment at 10:00 am to pick you up. Again, if you have any questions, feel free to contact me.”
How does he do that? Just the simplest message, and my stomach turns to knots. Sensing her opportunity, Mikayla snatches my phone. I can’t believe she just did that. Can we say rude? I watch as her eyebrows rise in confusion and curiosity. Before I can stop her, she scrolls through the previous messages. I try to get my phone back but to no avail.
“Okay, you need to spill now. Why are you sending some random man your address, and why is he flying you back out to Philadelphia?”
“That is none of your business Mikayla. Now give me my phone back.”
I try to stand my ground, but Mikayla is extremely persistent, as always.
“OK, his name is Drake. I met him while I was in Philadelphia. It’s kind of a long story. Can I have my phone back now?”
Mikayla and I leave the mall, trying to find a distraction. We grab some lunch at a local restaurant called the Friendly Toast. It’s a popular spot not far from campus. Once we place our orders, Mikayla waits for me to start talking. I take a large gulp of my ice tea before divulging the details about Drake. It’s hard admitting what I’ve done. Not that I’m ashamed, it’s just a little embarrassing to say out loud.
“You did what in a conference room?”
“Are you going to let me finish or not?”
“There’s more? Oh, you better finish!”
I begin tell her about my dream from a few nights ago. I watch as her eyes about pop out of her skull, but she lets me finish. By the time I finish my first iced tea, I’m done telling Mikayla everything. She takes a few minutes to collect herself before she finally says anything.
Spinning her finger on the rim of her glass, Mikayla says, “So, let me see if I have the facts right. You meet this man at the meeting, he seduces you into playing with yourself in the conference room, and then you come and home have sex with Eric. The grand finale being you fantasizing about Drake to an earth shattering orgasm, and that prompts you to text him. Do I have the right idea?”
Staring into the bottom of my glass I say, “It really feels so much more complicated in my head.”
Slapping my arm, Mikayla says, “Well Jada, I never knew you were such a tramp. It’s about time you find a real man to take care of you. Now I want some real details about Drake. This guy must be gorgeous.”
“Fuck you bitch, don’t you start with me. I’d hate to tell Megan how you’re being so mean to me,” I say before throwing a sugar packet.
“Language my dear, and don’t use my girlfriend against me, that just not fair. So Drake, what’s he look like? You said he runs a security company right. I bet they have a website. Maybe there is a picture of him on there. Give me your phone. ”
“No! You’re such a stalker.”
“Fine, I’ll use mine.”
She pulls her iPhone from her purse. I can’t stand iPhones. They’re so much more trouble than they’re worth. But Mikayla is a complete Apple loyalist. Swearing that every product they release is a gift from God. After a few minutes, she asks what the name of Drake’s company is.
I don’t even know why I try to say no. She knows I’ll cave in, which is what I do. A few minutes later she pulls up the website. Why does God hate me by putting a picture of Drake on the homepage? And of course, seeing a picture of him makes my heart skip a beat.
“So this is the guy. Well he can have his way with me any day,” Mikayla says, squealing with delight.
My irritation getting the bettor of me, I say, “You’re gay Mikayla, and Megan would kill you.”
“So, I could be persuaded for a night, I’m sure Megan would enjoy the fun.”
“Funny Mikayla,” I say while rolling my eyes.
“Alright, let me see that email. I want to know what instructions we have to follow,” Mikayla says, feigning an apology.
I hand her my phone with the email pulled up. It only takes her a minute to read it through, smiling with a smirk from ear to ear. I’m trying to resist the urge to punch her in the arm and pout. I’m glad she is enjoying herself in my time of confusion.
“I like this guy Jada. He’s so demanding, maybe he will turn you into his little sex slave.”
“Are you done?”
“I think he could be good for you girl. So tell me. What’s the plan?”
“Besides throwing you into oncoming traffic. I don’t have a clue.”
Our waiter brings us our order, giving me a pleasant distraction. I get the Le Petit Monstre, it’s a chicken burrito with cream cheese, tabasco, and a corn salsa. With a side of Guinness battered onion rings, I am a very happy girl. Mikayla gets the D.g.g.c, which stands for “Dam good grilled cheese”. They make it on a cayenne cheddar bread, with a mixture of cheeses. The final touch is a strawberry habanero spread. Plus the New Orleans style fries for a side. They’re sweet potato fries with brown sugar, tabasco, and sour cream. I have one word for you, yum.
Neither one of us say a word as we both dig into our meals. We cannot help ourselves as moans of pleasure escape us. There’s a reason this is such a popular place in a college town. Once we’re both halfway through our meals, Mikayla starts in again. I just keep on eating, so I don’t have to answer her questions. But that strategy fails quickly.
“So I think I know the perfect place for this dress. You’re not going to want some club wear kind of dress. You need something eloquent and sexy. What color do you want?”
“I’m not sure. I’m leaning towards blue or maybe purple.”
“I like the idea of purple, but blue would work well to. Then we’ll have to find the shoes. Have you ever worn a pair of heels that high before?”
“No.”
“Well, Megan can help with that, she loves to wear heels.”
We finish our food before heading to the boutique Mikayla suggests. When we walk in I find out that it is a bridal shop. I turn to Mikayla and ask her what the hell we are doing here. She says they sell brides maid dresses too, and not to worry, we will find something here. I scowl as I try to leave, but after she twists my arm, literally – haven’t I said she’s persistent – it looks like I’m staying. The sales lady walks up. Mikayla and her start chatting away. She can be such a flirt when she wants to be.
“My friend here has got a hot date. We need a full length dress, something sexy,” Mikayla tells the sales lady with a wink.
I can feel the woman sizing me up. She tells me she has a few ideas and disappears into the back. Mikayla and I take a seat while we wait. After a few minutes, she comes out with a hand full of dresses. The first two look like I could be going to the prom and are completely ugly. The third one catches my eye though. It’s a dark purple with silver accents on the shoulder straps and a huge silver center piece at the waist.
I decide to try it on and instantly fall in love with it. The fabric is soft and light, draping across my skin. The dress itself is broken into two parts. The inner layer stops at my mid-thigh, while the outer layer splits just below the bust. It gives the dress a long slit, creating a sense of mystery. I can just imagine the hard on I’m going to give Drake. I walk out to get Mikayla’s opinion, which after all the cat calls she finally gives me.
“That’s the dress! I don’t care what you say, that’s the dress!”
Throwing my hands in the air I say, “Finally we agree on something.”
“And Megan has got the perfect shoes to go with that dress. They’re silver and black with a four inch heel. They’ll look killer.”
Never underestimate the power of flirting. I’m not sure how she does it. But Mikayla talks the shop into doing the small alternations the next day. We pay for the dress, and go back to Mikayla’s apartment. Megan meets us at the door, where Mikayla drags her away by the arm. Mikayla immediately tells Megan all about Drake. They both insist I have to stay, and I guess I do for the shoes. I glare at both of them, knowing the torture, that I’m about to go through.
“Megan you will never guess what this little tramp did while she was in Philly.”
“Did she finally come over to the dark side?”
“No, she met a fucking stud. And he is going to turn our Jada into his personal sex slave.”
With the most adorable pouty face Megan says, “Jada… I cannot believe you. You’re supposed to be my sex slave.”
“Hey, you’re mine, you wench.”
In the end it ends up being a nice time. I’m able to get out of there without blushing too much. Megan agrees to loan me the shoes, on the promise that I spill all the details, once I get back. Mikayla makes me swear to call her every hour. Excuse me for thinking I’m a grown woman, but I guess I’m wrong.
Once I get back to my place, I put the shoes in my closet. I decide to stay in for the rest of the night. It’s been such a long day. I need a glass of wine with some relaxation. I make myself some dinner and curl up on the couch. This night calls for jazz and a good book. Coltrane comes over the speakers, smooth and groovy, just the way I like it. I grab my book off the end table, letting the music, and the story take me away. When sleep finally comes, I crawl off to bed.
Two Days later in Philadelphia
This room is amazing. No wonder, it’s one of the best hotels in Philadelphia. The view is beyond belief, downtown Philly is so beautiful. But this bathroom, my god, I think I’m going to have to steal it. I’m not sure how, but this bathroom is coming home with me. The best feature of this room is the bed. It should be a sin to make a bed so comfortable.
Drake definitely knows how to impress a girl. First he flies me here on a private jet. The whole interior of the plane was luxurious. Rich, dark wood panels, I think they were cherry. Then these cream colored leather seats you can’t help but fall into. The staff was friendly, nothing like my experiences with commercial airliners. The stewardess even brought me a mimosa before takeoff. A girl could get spoiled with all this luxury.
Looking at the bed, I try to resist the urge to give in to its temptation. I can just fall asleep right now, but I promised Mikayla I call her. After my grueling interrogation from Mikayla, I finally take a minute to relax. Leaning back on the bed, my head hits the package from Drake. Ouch that hurt, I completely forgot about that. He had this waiting for me at the front desk when I checked in.
“Dear Jada,
Kaidence
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