Standing in her dimly lit bedroom, Wanda, an average height creamy caramel toned dame with straight raven colored hair admires herself in the mirror. She’s wearing a navy blue lace camisole with matching boy-short panties.
Full grown male cats roam her bedroom while she flips her hair and makes sexy pout facial expressions before snapping photos of her reflection.
“You’re a freakin vixen… you gorgeous cat lady” says Wanda’s twin from the mirror admiringly.
The camera light on her smart phone clicks as brightness bounces off the mirror. The twin vamps flirtatiously marvel at each other.
Dexter, one of the cats, leaps off the nightstand and rubs his head on her toned shin after he reaches the floor. Wanda slowly arches her back as she leans forward at her waist to pat and rub her dark gray feline.
“I’m so happy to still have you in my life Dex” she grins.
Cats,” she says delightedly while scanning the room and glancing at each
A long pause stills the twins.
Wanda snaps out of it…
Standing, she lifts her body at it’s highest with the balls of her feet and twirls one round on her big toes. She releases and lowers her slim-curvy frame in a ballerina’s graceful flow. Her twin stills, holds gaze, and watches aroused by the pleasurable sight.
Wanda pauses after her pirouette and seductively smirks back at her twin.
“You’re right. I’m a hot a$$ cat lady” she chuckles.
Her twin’s lips move from pursed tight to a reassuring smile and up-down nod.
“I’ve been called so many hurtful things as a woman: whore, slut, thot…never a a sexy single bachelorette,” she rolls her eyes while speaking to her reflection.
Her smile turns grim.
“I’m having so much fun…
no I’m nottttt!” she outbursts as water fills like wells in her lower eyelids.
Her twin rolls her dark eyes upward while crossing her arms in front of her chest.
“I have my cats!” she protests.
Wanda takes a deep breath in; causing her shoulders to rise followed by a loud sigh. Her twin does the same.
She grimaces with a slight giggle while her twin stares confused by Wanda’s lame humor.
“For the last 7 years I’ve brought a new guy to family gatherings. He attends the Halloween party, Thanksgiving Dinner, and even the Christmas Eve & Christmas Day family vacation…”
Her half dressed body plops sideways on her bed angling so that she can still admire her coke-bottle figure.
She props her head up with her bent right arm then tucks her hair behind her left ear. Her eyes keep contact with her image in the gold framed mirror.
“…then, like clockwork, right before New Year’s day; my new suitor tells me he’s leaving me. I do everything to keep him. I cook. I clean. I give more affection. My visual pain won’t even convince him to stay, ” she whines.
The well underneath her right eye releases a steamy droplet down her cheek towards her jawline. A daze takes over her and she’s silent.
Leo, her ginger colored feline leaps on the California King sized bed and slowly saunters his way over to her causing her daze to end.
“Then I use my sultry craft to keep them from leaving me,” she smirks.
Her left hand reaches towards the cat to caress his back. He collapses next to her indulging into her touch.
“…and now we’re all living happily ever after. Right boys?”
“MEEEEEOWWWWWWW,” the cats all wail in unison
It’s been 5 months since I paid off my luxury condo with a view of the New York City skyline.
2 months ago, I sent my parents on a month long vacation to Jamaica on my “lottery winnings”.
Last week, I hired a personal assistant who runs my errands, pays my bills, walks my dog, and sends slutty texts on my behalf to my lovers when I’m busy.
Before you assume that I’m a lazy pyramid scheme running, escort just know that I believe I have helped people control their substance abuse.
My rise to wealth started 3 years ago, as a prank. I decided to get my coworker/bestie, Nancy, high to loosen her up at the company’s holiday party. After all the financial reports she organized and presented to our VPs; she deserved to have some fun. So, after her small chat with her office crush turned sour I walked her to the restroom. Awkward discomfort showed in her doe-like eyes. Hoping to ease the pain, I reached into my clutch with my index-finger and thumb to revel a tiny clear vial with a black cap filled with (pause) let’s call it a white powdery substance.
“I don’t know about this…”Nancy nodded.
Disregarding her comment I poured the substance onto the scoop part of my pinky finger nail. I could only base my actions on what I’ve seen on TV.
“Can I get in on that?”
A familiar voice requests from a distance about 3 stalls away.
Nancy tilts her head while extending her neck to see over my shoulder and I turn slightly to see where the request is coming from.
I hesitated. “…get in on this?” I replied like an amateur.
The last stall door swung open revealing my director, Janis. Her sultry and intrigued eyes held gaze with me as her foot steps got louder when she came closer to us.
“I really need to get through this dull night” Janis said suavely when she reached our standing point of the bathroom.
I passed her the vial and she sprinkled a tiny hit onto the back of her left hand. We watched in awe as she brought her diamond dressed wrist closer to her face, held her right nostril closed with her right hand and vacuumed the dust up her left nostril.
“Ahhhhh” Janis sighed and fluttered her lashes ” Come have a drink with me before you girls leave”.
Janis checked her reflection, pinched her nose to grab the white excess and rubbed her fingers together until the powder disintegrated. Her slim figure swiftly glided out of the bathroom along with the taps of her four inch high pumps.
“Your turn” I gestured the vial at Nancy for her to give me her hand.
Reluctantly, she followed Janis’ same steps, but her attempt to be suave turned to uncontrollable flinching and coughing.
“This better make me a rich bitch like Janis too” Nancy coughed.
I followed suit and couldn’t help to cough, flinch, and flicker my eyes as well. I was shocked by the sense of clarity my mind felt 10 minutes later. I couldn’t believe I cooked up a potion that had this effect.
Seeing it as a networking opportunity, we made our way to the corner of the bar Janis was standing at and chatting up one of the hottest guys from the office. My mental plan was to chat and have a few shots with Janis before the night ended.
“…there you ladies are,” Janis smiled ” I was just telling Adam about how much fun you two ladies are.”
Without hesitation, “Would you ladies care to share?” Adam asked in a flirty charismatic tone.
The glisten in his eyes seduced my soul, but I played nonchalant.
I swung my hand forward “It’s so nice to meet you,” I smiled “I think I’ve seen you around before” We shook hands with the vial transferring from my hand to his. He grinned then walked away.
Nancy got the sense of courage she needed at the party. We effortlessly chatted up a few VPs and laughed about our night on the way home. I felt like a proud mom watching my girl passed out on my couch.
Next workday, my list of besties in the office had grown. Janis seemed to spread the word about me. VPs, Directors, and even the CEO knew my name not only because of my hard work in the office, but also for my overnight sensation of a side hustle. They assumed I worked for a man, but I was my own boss.
I had weekly private meetings with the CEO to discuss deliveries.
“Stella, your boss makes an amazing hit!” he spoke in a low tone while shaking my hand “Last batch caused me to wake up not knowing where the f@#k I was” he chuckled.
People in the office hate me for my popularity. I, of course, love the attention.
I’ve heard whispers from random coworkers as I walk by “…it’s like she’s got some kind of hold on them”.
Many don’t know why management plays favorites with me. It’s a simple formula: 3 parts baking soda, 1 part crushed baby aspirin. Harmless fun combined with legal substances. I’m not hurting anyone just fulfilling a demand.
A 5’8″ shirtless muscular male is slowly pacing through a dimly- lit kitchen while holding a smartphone to his ear. He stops in his track, tilts his head back and lightly closes his eyes as the street light reveals his arched brows, chiseled jaw, and enticingly plump lips. He lets out a silent sigh.
“I know baby,” he says “yes… yes… I won’t be late tomorrow. No worr…”
The muffled sound of a female’s voice pouting filters through the phone causing him to pause. “This doctor is one of the best, baby! I’m so excited, but I want to make a good impression…you know for our bastard child”
“No worries” he replies to assure her.
Female voice continues. “I wonder if I’ll still be pregnant on our wedding day or if you’ll wait to propose after the baby is born. You know our child deserves…”
He cuts her off “Hey my love, please go get your rest …tomorrow is a big day for us. I love you.”
She sniffles “Yes, okay baby. I love you too. Good night.”
He looks down at the smart phone in the palm of his hand, places his thumb on the red button to end the call and lays the phone on the kitchen counter he is standing next to.
“Aaaargh!” He groans while lacing his fingers through his messy cropped haircut. Shaking his head left to right in disbelief he walks through the dark warehouse loft to the living room area. His body plops on the dark chocolate leather couch face up. His eyes stare at the ceiling as if searching for an answer.
I can’t believe she would do this to me!
The woman of my dreams is lying to me?! Faaawck!
I mean… no one is perfect, but it took me most of my life to get to where I am. Hmmph… 7 years ago she wouldn’t have wanted me. but NOW, I’ve got a vacation home in Belize, town home in L.A, a digital marketing firm, amazing abs and I’m a new MAN! This bitch wants to take me for all I’ve got!!!
I know what my problem is…the sex is too good (sly smirk), but
Billie Jean won’t be framing me…hmmph.
I’m 100% sure I’m not the father (impersonating Maury Povich) ha! ha! She would have a fit if I told her I got a vasectomy or something.
Nah! I can’t keep lying to her.
I don’t want to scare her off and I don’t want to lose her.
I did always want to be a parent.
Do I want to knowingly raise another man’s child? Some baby making man’s child?
Or should I keep my mouth shut because she does want to be with me
I’ve come a long way since I was a confused woman waiting for her operation.