Time to Play(3)

“You always make it sound so seedy,” John said.

There, the blame was being pushed back on her, and Simone had had enough.

“Seedy? Your dick was inside her cunt, John. How else am I supposed to look at it?” The elevator pinged open. She stepped inside and pushed John back when he made a move to follow. “I’ll bring your crap into work tomorrow.”

“What? Why? This was a mistake.”

“Fuck you.”

The elevator doors closed. She leaned against the back carriage, closed her eyes to take some even breaths. Her hands were shaking. This was what she hated the most, the confrontation between people. It terrified her.

She could hold her own in a fight and even argue until she was blue in the face, but afterwards she’d be a nervous wreck.

When the elevator hit the bottom floor, she waved at the doorman and made her way onto the main street. She glanced up the street then down. There was no sign of a taxi to help her.

“Great, alone on Valentine’s Day.” Simone walked a few more feet. A flashing sign in the distance caught her eyes. “Thank God for small mercies.”

Taking her time, she crossed the street thanking the cabs that had let her pass then made her way over to the upscale hotel and restaurant. She’d been to this place a few times with clients from work.

Her boss liked her to be part of every single contract. He said her looks and allure were what drove their clients to stick with them. Simone had no idea what he was talking about and decided to ignore any of his compliments.

She worked hard for the clients she got. There was no sex involved.

The doorman smiled at her as he let her inside. She recognised him and paid him a tip. Once again she was thankful for taking her purse.

A stiff drink and a room was what she needed. She’d start on the stiff drink, and then when she had too many, she’d rent one of their rooms. Simone made her way across the foyer into the hotel’s exclusive bar. It was dark with a live band playing off in the distance. The room was crowded. She made her way toward the bar, grabbed a stool and raised her hand.

The barman appeared instantly.

“I’d like the strongest drink you’ve got,” she said.

“Coming right up.”

She stood, removed her coat revealing the small black dress she’d bought. The neck plunged at the front showing off her cleavage to the best advantage. The bra she wore pushed her little beauties up giving her shape a whole new look. The fabric moulded to her curves in all the right places. It was the kind of dress women would pay thousands of dollars for to look good in. At least, she’d paid a good thousand for it. After the Christmas bonus she’d earned, Simone figured she’d treat herself.

No panties were worn though. She couldn’t stand the constraints they gave her body. Most of the time she wore no panties. The feel of being bare down below gave her such a rush. There were times at work where she got so horny she’d have to leave on lunch break to make it home to finish herself off.

The barman came back with a glass of dark liquid. “This is the good stuff,” he said.

“Keep them coming.”

“It’s Valentine’s Day, miss. Why are you alone?” he asked.

“If you keep the questions to yourself, I’ll give you a nice tip at the end of it.” She gazed at the man before her waiting for him to agree. He nodded his head then left.

“Well, lucky me. I find a lady all alone on Valentine’s Day,” a guy said sitting next to her.

She rolled her eyes hating his attention. “Fuck off.” At work she kept her attitude under control. However, she wasn’t at work, and this guy was pissing her off.

“Excuse me?”

Sighing out loud, Simone turned to her male company. “I don’t give a shit what you want, buddy. I’m not here for company. Fuck off and leave me alone, or I’ll make your balls wish they’d stayed in their pants.”

Turning back to her drink, she took a sip. The dark amber liquid burned her throat on the way down. Perfect.

She raised the glass to the barman and acknowledged he’d made a good choice.

The guy at her side left but was soon replaced by another man. She wanted alone time, not to find a guy. None of these men were worth the time she wanted to be taken.

That’s what you need, Simone, a proper man who takes what he wants regardless of what you say.

Her pussy melted at the thought of a man coming up beside her and making her take notice. There was no man in the world like that. She would have to stick with her fantasies and dreams.

****

Callum Gallagher watched the raven haired woman at the bar shoot down another man as he tried it on. He’d noticed her the moment she walked into the bar. Most males had turned their attention toward her. She oozed raw sexuality and femininity all in one package.