“Rena, you’re turning into a stuffy old woman.”
“Thirty two is not old and I am not stuffy.”
“You could have fooled me.”
“Dee I don’t want to mix and mingle tonight and I definitely don’t want to pick up men. Even hot men from your job.”
“So you just flirt with them Rena. How will you meet Mr. Right sitting at home?”
“I have to go Dee. Talk to you later.” Rena hit the end call button on her phone like it had offended her, when she was really mad at her best friend.
Dee didn’t understand. How could she understand something that Rena herself still didn’t understand? She was simply tired of it. She wanted something different, someone different, but that wasn’t going to happen. She felt like she had stepped back in time, where everyone had to hold up certain appearances and no one was really free. Free love. Free sex, when really everyone was trying to show the other person up. Few people in her opinion ever felt free enough to be themselves even with the one they said they loved.
Dee wanted her to go to a company party. They could meet up with some of the men from the departments Dee hadn’t had time to explore yet. Maybe hook up with someone. Another night of boring sex didn’t excite her. She wanted to tell Dee, but how did one tell someone, even your best friend, something like that.
Sighing in frustration, she grabbed her stuff and walked out of her apartment. She would just wander around a while, maybe hit a bar and pretend to get drunk. That might take her mind off her problems.
She had plenty of problems. There was word going around that they may be downsizing at her company, another reason not to jump in bed with anyone from Dee’s company. She may have to look for a job there. If the prospect of losing her job was her major worry, she would be ok. Yeah, downsizing sucked, but she had a stash and had been paying some bills in advance. She was in much better financial shape than some of the people she worked with.
Right now her job didn’t matter. It was her life that was bothering her. She was thirty two and lived alone. She had no boyfriend, fiancé or husband. Was she butt ugly? No, not even close. She wasn’t a model or beauty queen, but she wasn’t bad. True, she was a little bigger, maybe a smidge bigger than she liked to admit, but she could twerk with the best of them. So why didn’t she have a man? She liked sex just like everyone else.
Well, she thought she liked sex like the next person. There in lay the issue. She had never had sex. Well good sex. Yes, she had been with men before who thought she was so adorable. They touched her like she was going to break. Maybe some people liked that stuff, but she was a big girl. She had mentioned that right? Big girls liked to be touched. They liked to feel their men thrusting inside of them. She would not break, but for some reason men thought she would. Rena, the sensitive. Please, give her a break!
So in the end it had led to this, her life of fantasy and a refusal to have one more man that had no idea how to please her, sweating over her. Who needed a man she had her toys? Ok so she would prefer the right man.
The sound of a car horn tore her away from her thoughts and back to her surroundings.
She had only managed to walk about two blocks up her tree lined street. The car that had slowed down to blow at her was a red Dodge Charger, her friend had a thing for muscle cars.
“Thought I would find you wandering the streets like no one loved you.” Dee smiled at her as if she had just spouted the last words of wisdom ever to be said.
“Leave it to you to track me down.” She had to smile at Dee. They had been friends for years, she always seemed to be there when needed. Rena never had to ask.
“So am I going to take you back to your place so you can change before we go to the party or am I going to follow you in slow motion like a horrible stalker movie for the rest of the night?”
She would vote for the stalker movie. Unfortunately, Dee would ditch the party and actually follow her. “Sounds like a change of clothes and a party is in order.”
She slid into the car and listened to a new Ed Sheeran song pumping through the stereo. She tried not to sing along. Rena was a closet Sheeran fan. That was the other secret she kept from Dee.
“You might as well sing girl, you know I know you like him.”
She got out the car laughing and was still laughing when she entered her apartment.
“You might as well sit. I am going to be a few.”
“I will sit, but you know you’re not as bad as I am when it comes to getting ready.”
Rena took a quick shower and then bumped the curls in her hair. She usually wore a ponytail, but had decided to do her hair earlier in the day. She was a minimalist when it came to makeup. She looked good in less and she liked it that way. Not too bad on time. Now all she had to do was find something to wear. It was a company party, but she had seen pictures on Dee’s phone of them. They dressed rather sexy for a company function.
She pulled out a formal black number she had and discarded it. It was not her company party. Then she pulled out a beautiful sea green dress that screamed do me now, so not the message she wanted to send. Standing before her closet, she tried one more time.
“Hey girl, what’s taking you so long?” Dee called from her living room.
“Looking for a dress.” She was surprised her best friend had not waltzed into the bedroom yet. It’s not like she hadn’t done it in the past.
“Looks like I am going to have to save the day. Move away from that closet. Love your clothes. If we were the same size borrows would be on.”
Dee brought out a red dress Rena had just recently purchased. Why? Not because she needed it. Just because when she felt bad, she shopped. The dress had spaghetti straps of gold chains at the shoulder, then came down into a simple red dress. There was a beautiful sash around the middle and a short skirt that moved when she walked.
“What do you think?”
“I think you look hot.” They laughed as they headed for the party.
“Thanks Dee, but no one will notice me when they get a look at you in that number.” Dee wore a blue dress that would drive the guys crazy. It moved over her like a second skin. Every now and then, Rena wished she looked like her.
Aran watched as the all too breakable human focused on him. She was slowly working the floor as if she was just aimlessly wandering, but he knew better. She was coming for him. Her breasts were on display for all to see and her arousal screamed for him to do something about it. She was petite with nice tan skin and ruby red lips and she wanted a man tonight. Correction, she wanted him.
Why was it that he seemed to attract every fragile female ever born? He watched as she gathered enough courage to approach him.
“Hi, I am Sally.” She gave him a bright smile and offered her hand in greeting.
“Aran.” He said introducing himself. Taking the hand she offered up he raised it to his lips to kiss the back of it while giving her wrist a small squeeze.
He watched the small look of pain on her face from having him barely squeeze her wrist and acknowledged again that he wouldn’t be getting laid tonight. He could imagine her under him, her blonde hair spread out over the pillow, her ruby red lips swollen from his kiss, her nipples a dark color because they had been pinched and sucked and bitten too hard. Her body would be twisted like a limp rag doll because she had been unable to accept the force of his thrust when he lost control. He would contain his need to fuck and she would live a normal life. It was a win for everyone involved.
She had been talking, but he had not been listening. “Excuse me, Sally. I need to go see my partner.”
He walked away and left her to the very human male that approached her the minute he deemed it safe.
“Aran. She is a pretty number.”
“Yes she is and she will stay that way.”
“The harder we look, the further we get from what we are searching for.”
Aran looked around the floor. Their party was filled with beautiful women, many of who did not work for them. That was part of the reason for the parties, to meet other potential women. Unfortunately, each new party was a disappointment.
“We can hit an underground club after this affair is over.”
Sergey nodded, but they both knew that would barely tide them over. Neither of them wanted what those clubs offered. He scanned the room again, this time looking for the rest of his brothers. They worked for the company, posing as simple employees, but they were family. They had followed him here, looking for a better life. If they did not find what they needed in this city soon, he would relocate them to a more female friendly city.