Chapter 7 7
Vanessa's Pov
"Congratulation y'all. Thank you for making Mrs Rosco's Wedding Event a success. Y'all can go back home for the day. An appreciation gift from me" I smiled at them.
I could literally see the stress on their faces this morning. Yesterday being Thursday was Mrs Rosco's Wedding. I don't know why she chose Thursday but it's her choice and I'm just an event planner. I was really proud of my team and I gave them a free day because everything was superb. And also, she was nice enough to give me credits. Since then, I've been getting calls from different clients. But what's life without rest ai? I just can't put them through that stress yesterday and let them work the next day. Bullshit!
"But it's just 11:00AM Boss" Brittany said, trying to conceal her happiness.
Too bad missy! It's very evident.
"I'm aware" I smiled at them cutely before changing my facial expression into a serious look. "Or..."
"Thank you ma'am. We appreciate. See y'all on Monday!" Brittany yelled out and everyone made their way to their offices to get their things, including Brittany
That's what I thought.
"Party tonight?" Rebecca said, immediately I swiped on the green button on my cellphone.
"Hello to you too" I rolled my eyes. To myself actually, because I know she can't see me.
"I'll pick you up by 7pm. I fckng know you are ready for this too. Time to let loose and get laid" She hung up before she could gain my consent. Typical.
"She's a dominant" I whispered to myself.
I mean, with an attitude like that who wouldn't think so?
I picked up my car key and pushed myself to my car. I buckled my seatbelt and drove down to a mall to pick up a dress I ordered for before heading home.
"Hey guys, I just got home" I said to no one in particular. I can be stupid at times I tell you.
I went into my room and began to undress myself. I stand in front of my mirror which I can't lie, is taller than me, If it were to be a human. I let my gown drop to the floor and I'm left with my undies.
Can't lie man. I look sexy as fuck.
I unhook my bra and cup my perky round boobs in my hands. I play with my pink nppls for a while and then I get this tingly feeling down there
"Yeah daddy! You wanna see a show?" I bit my lips seductively at my reflection in the mirror.
I began to caress my boobs and trail my hands down my body. I removed my undies gently and then I heard my phone ring.
Way to ruin my fun!
"Hello! How may I help you?" I tried to control my breathing. Something was about to go down. You can't blame me. It's been long I got touched like that. I've been too busy to see a man.
"Why you breathing like that, Cupcake" Richard said calmly.
Didn't think it was that obvious
"Work out" I simply said. Why did I answer his call again?
"Any plans for today, Cupcake"
"Why?" I said with slutty voice
"Want to take you on a trip to heaven. Rip any piece of clothes you have on -"
"I see, bye" I hung up.
I feel turned off now. I know you'll be wondering why I didn't just play along since as you've figured, I was about to touch myself. Well, he's a client. I want to be able to work with him without thinking to this day or any other day.
I look at the time and I see that I have time for one series of 365 days. Damn, Don Massimo's sexual energy.
I walk out of my room to the kitchen, to set up things I'll eat and also set up my movie.
Few minutes later, I was sitting down naked on my bed, watching the erotic movie, I mean if you've watched it you can't argue with me about it being erotic. I miss being laid. I think I'm fully in for this party.
I decided to take a quick nap to have energy for all the booze and energy I'll be serving to the public today.
Zzzzzzz!!
"It's six o'clock bitch" My lousy alarm ringtone sings
Are you surprised? You should know me by now. Always setting weird things.
I take my bath quickly and put on the dress I got today from the mall. A short red bodycon dress that stops mid thigh, with a little slit positioned on the left thigh and my cleavage sticking out. I packed my hair up in a ponytail and put on my red matte lipstick. I know I'll be sweaty so I don't bother to put on make up and mascara...don't wanna look mad. I throw on my red heels and checked myself out in the mirror.
I received a message from Becca telling me she was outside and so I head out, locking my door behind me.
"Damn girl. You tryna get a straight girl to turn bi cos wadafucc' mama mia" She shamelessly eyed my boobs
"Drive! Eyes on the road please" I laughed at my best friend. "You look hot yourself with your badass shape"
"Shut up" She parked the car and we stepped out, flashing our ID's at the Bodyguards. But I can bet that their eyes were on my boobs. I like the attention.
"Martini and tequila please" Becca bites her lips seductively while giving her orders to the bartender
"On the house" The bartender said lustfully
"Here. Call me" She brought out a little paper from her boobs and pushes it towards him.
Wonder how many she kept inside there. Bitch.
"Do well to come back for more. It'll be on me, pretty" He smiled sheepishly and I stood there amused
I swear she's good at this
"And that's how you do it. Drink up" She laughed and passed me my drink while we head to the party floor
"Real smooth, Queen" I commended.
"I hope you learn because the next time, you'll be the one to do it. Have fun. Get laid" She kissed my cheek and got lost in the crowd.
That's usually how our life is. Go to a party together, get separated, and go home separately as well.
I got into the dance floor and immediately the song switched to "shape of you" by Ed Sheeran
I began to sway my hips and touch my body seductively and then do a slow whine revealing more cleavages to the people watching.
I snatch a drink from someone's table and it boosts my self confidence and I danced with different guys. I swear I've lost count. Touching of ss, rubbing of bodies, little talk and advances here and there but I feel like someone is watching me immensely.
I go to take another drink from the bartender. One of Chris Browns song began to play and I got mad because duhhh it's Chris Brown.
I raced back to the stage. I'm surprised I didn't trip.
I started my dance routine again and it doesnt take too long before I feel someone press their chest into my back. It's a party, I don't care anyway. Why act goody two-shoes when you took yourself to a club right? Just know when someone is abusing whatever right and stand up for yourself. Though you'd have to do that sober
The person began to trail kisses down my neck and played with my boobs. He trailed his hand all over my body. He touched my bare thigh leaving me all hot and horny. I continued pressing my back into his hard-on and gave him more access to my neck. He spun me around with his firm arms and cupped my ass pressing me into his dick as to say 'you feel that'
I gasped as he does that same thing again and I began to feel my nipple harden. He kissed me from my neck down to my exposed cleavage and bit my nipples through the dress. It's a strapless dress. No bra needed.
I guide his hand to my thigh. That's why I love alcohol. The confidence it gives.
He slides his hands into my thigh and up to my undies and touched me lightly through the thin fabric undies and I think I just got extra wet. I raised my eyes to see who it was but his eyes were covered with a tinted glasses and this blurry alcohol eyes were not helping me memorize his look. I don't think I'll remember him after today anyway.
He moved my undies to the side, and I raised my legs up to give him a bit access to my baby. He flicked my clit and an involuntary moan escapes my mouth.
I'm sure the music covered it anyway. But then he stopped and pecked my cheek
"Not here, not now, not unconscious because I want you to look me in the face and scream my name while I fuck your juicy pussy. You're few miles from getting in my bed, cupcake"
And I froze and looked at the face again but then he turned abruptly and I just stood there.
Cupcake?