She stood there for a count of five, her eyes traveling over the crowd almost daringly and a hush fell over the room. As if its occupants were still coming to terms with what their eyes were seeing.
I would wager any bet that the Waldorf had never seen anything like this before. Neither have I for that matter if I were being honest.
When her hands went to the sash of her robe, my heart for some inexplicable reason, started beating along with the heavy bass in the music.
I found myself staring, transfixed, couldn’t look away. There were murmurs and whispers behind hands from the audience but my eyes, all of my attention was focused solely on her.
As if sensing my stare she turned her head my way. Our eyes met and held. I thought for sure she’d look away, no one is ever able to look me in the eye for too long before looking away.
Her hand worked the knot out of her robe's sash and still, she held my gaze. When she bit into her lip with a sultry look I felt my cock come alive for the first time in a long long time.
And then she opened that robe and I went into free fall. She dropped the robe slowly off her shoulders to land at her feet before turning and giving the room a perfect view of her ass in the form hugging lace.
She looked over her shoulder at me with a sassy cock to her hip and puckered her lips before blowing me a kiss. She started walking again after picking up the robe, which was a show in itself. But this was no usual walk. She put her all into that swagger and it showed.
The room erupted when she reached halfway on the stage and did a little half turn before moving smoothly forward again. You could almost see the beat of the music in every step.
I clenched the arm of my chair and barely kept myself in my seat. Without giving too much thought to what I was about to do, I opened the program to see what else was ahead for the evening.
There was an auction coming up but I was pretty sure her name wasn’t on the list. Who I hadn’t already slept with among the names listed there, was an acquaintance of sorts.
I found the number I needed on the program and got up from my seat to make the call. Mom did say to bid on something.
Stephanie
“Whew, I’m glad that’s over.”
“Not so fast.” Charlie came bounding over to my side with her phone to her ear and that glint in her eye that she only gets when there’s money involved.
“Yes- yes, I understand, thank you.” She put the phone away and I thought she was going to snatch my chocolate again. So what I was stealing them, it’s not like these anorexic bitches were gonna eat them.
Plus it was the only form of payment I was getting this evening since I’d done this as a favor for a friend. Okay and I was showcasing my own designs.
“I’m taking the chocolate. Back off and no one will get hurt.”
“Oh who cares about the stupid chocolate, listen, I need another favor.” I was already shaking my head no before she could start her shit.
I wanted out of this building in the worst way. Not only because I’d done what I came to do, but because I’d seen something in the crowd that I wanted and I know better than anyone that that shit right there spells trouble. I’d only just got rid of the last deadbeat to latch onto me.
And not that I expected that anyone here for this overpriced bullshit would be a leech, but I have a bad track record when it comes to choosing men. Besides, that bad boy was too pretty for the likes of me. I like my men a little gritty.
I couldn’t tell much about what was going on beneath his expensive suit jacket, but his face was too clean. I wouldn’t be able to sit on that without worrying about dirtying it up, and I gets dirty. Plus, I like a little hair on the face I sit on.
This nut was pulling on my arm hard enough to take it out of the socket. “Listen you can’t leave. Someone just bought you ahead of the auction.”
“Say what now? I’m not even part of the auction. How did that happen?” I was here to sell lingerie and get my foot in the door with the hoity-toity set, not sell my ass.
"Does it really matter? Obviously, he saw you and was interested. All it is, is dinner and drinks anything else is up to you.” This heifer.
She did that Groucho Marx thing with her eyebrows like she think she’s slick.
“Who is it?”
“It’s a private auction I have no idea.”
“So you could’ve sold me to some Ted Bundy wannabe?”
“I don’t think the Ted Bundies of the world are into shelling out five million dollars for a dinner date.”
I almost choked on the damn almond chocolate truffle I was trying not to chew in front of her. “Did you say…?” I started laughing because I couldn’t help myself. Something about the whole absurd situation touched my funny bone.
“Five million? You sure you heard right?” Okay, now I’ll go just to see who this jackass could be. He better not be some one-eyed troll who thinks I'm a big girl so I must be desperate. I hate those types as much as I hate that preconceived notion.
I have no problems catching the eyes of a man thank you very much and yes, I have standards. But every once in a while some blowhard gets it into his head that us plus size beauties need a handout. If this turns out to be one of those, he can just blow it out his pie-hole.
“Where and when is this supposed to happen?” I went back to the box of chocolate. I eat sweets when I’m nervous, or when I’m happy, or sad, or hell, whenever I can get my hands on some.
“According to the text I just received, his driver will be waiting for you in the lobby.”
“I’m not dressed for dinner though.” I looked down at my silk wrap dress that though nice, was not suitable for a dinner date with a man who could afford to shell out five million dollars for dinner with a stranger.
“Don’t worry about it, just get out there. I can’t believe we raised the most money so far for this event.” She walked away, already forgetting that she’d just sold my ass to some guy she didn’t even know. Skinny bitches got issues; seriously.
I walked out to the lobby not too sure what to expect. I knew it wasn’t a prank or a joke of some sort because Charlie is just not the type to play around when it comes to money.
I wasn’t hesitant in the least because I knew the money was for a good cause and I can handle myself pretty much in any situation. So whoever this yahoo was didn’t scare me.
I just hope he wasn’t some recluse with cat hair all over his tweed jacket. I’m allergic to cats. I need to work on my thinking skills I’ll admit.
After years of being the brunt of other people's shortsightedness, I'd turned the tables. I don't go around making fun of myself, I'm nobody's punch line.
But I do play along with some of what society thinks of me. I don’t go out of my way to prove them wrong, that’s way too much time wasted and their near-sighted asses aren't worth the effort.
But I understand everyone has a type. If I'm not yours keep your small dick ass moving and don't block my view of the next best thing in line. And if you're not mine, don't expect me to settle because my clothes tag has a bigger number than is ideal in your fucked up society.
My inner thoughts gave me that extra confidence boost I needed to face whatever the evening ahead may hold. Nothing like a good friend to put your ass in a sling and then walk away whistling.
As soon as I reached the lobby I saw a placard with my name, being held by a middle-aged black male in a chauffeur uniform. Wow, whoever this guy is he works fast.
He'd learned my name and had a sign made up in less than half an hour. That sign did not look like it had just been scribbled in with a permanent marker.
“I’m Stephanie Cross.” He seemed surprised when I reached my hand out to shake his but accepted it with a smile all the same.
‘This way ma’am if you’ll follow me.” He extended his hand then turned and headed for the exit.
I ignored the stares as I usually do. If I wasn’t nervously excited about where this evening was going, I might’ve taken the time to read all the expressions on the faces in the lobby as I passed them by.
I’ve already heard every version of bullshit there is when it comes to describing what society calls my plus size figure. From the, ‘but you have such a pretty face’ to what a shame, you could’ve been pretty if only…’
Now that's where my detractors fall short and I rise. Every one of them seem to think that being bigger than a size six means I hate myself and wish to be more like them for the women, or more like their ideal for the men.
Yeah, their conceited ass! Like I’m no longer human with a brain and everything else needed to function. Like because of the size of my ass my life is less than theirs.
But, like I said, I don’t have the time right now. Though I love nothing better than seeing the looks on their faces when I set them straight. I’ve been told by quite a few people that once I open my mouth no one really remembers my size. Still not sure if that’s an insult or a compliment, but I like the sound of it anyway.
Outside the chauffeur led me to the rear door of a stretch limo which he opened and stepped aside to let me in. My heart did one of those cute little girl things when I ducked my head inside to see the car’s occupant.
Somehow in the back of my mind, I knew it was going to be him. Maybe that's what my little show had been about all along, no matter what I told myself.