Chapter Five…
“I saw you having lunch with Mason the other day—God his name reminds me of a guy that would spank your ass, then swoop you up in his big strong arms, and take you off to bed…” Vixen had no idea how close she was to hitting the nail on the head.
“Yeah, I thought things were over before they even got started.” Evie chimed in. “I was surprised to see you two cozily huddled together.”
“You girls read more into situations,” Vin laughed. “You women are scary.”
“It was nothing more than a business meeting. Since I found out about him owning the dating service I decided I wanted in on the action and approached it more seriously. We had to meet up again so I could look over the graphics he had uploaded and sign a contract with his company.”
I really liked the way Mason’s To Blind Date site was structured promoting the old fashion way of blind dating. I had heard so many stories about dick pics and sexting and I really wasn’t interested in all of that shit so when I founded TBD site with its no photos and no messaging policies, I signed up. Simple to do, I logged all of my information; hobbies, likes, dislikes, height, age, ethnicity, and a few other things, and then waited to see who was suitable for me once I pushed enter. Mason was my number one followed by four more. I never even looked at the others, figuring it was best to start with the best match.
“Don’t tell me you’re going to be using the café to test drive more men?
“No. I’m done with that. I don’t need Mason being my pimp.”
If I couldn’t date him, then maybe I could get a little business from him. Since our blind date relationship went south, my mind had been reeling, and I began to research blind dating. In my search, I found a board game that had me thinking how I could be beneficial to Mason’s clients and mine. The game Mystery Date from Milton Bradley, a company known for making board games, first released in the mid-sixties and then reissued a few times to different generations intrigued me.
Basically centered on a blind date, the objective is to put together an outfit for your big date, then you spin for a dream date, avoiding the dud, and the last catch is that your outfit must match your Mystery Date. There are five possible dates when a plastic door on the game board is opened after the player spins the door handle; a man sporting a tuxedo, a guy with a bowling bag, a guy with skis, and then the guy nobody wanted to date—the dud.
“I remember that game but I think there was a guy with a picnic basket not a bowling bag.” Vixen announced almost giddy, wearing a smile, and I laughed before I went back to explaining the game to the other girls.
Let it be noted that the look of the original dud behind the door in the game would appeal to many women that read romance novels; grungy clothes, tousled hair, and a stubbly beard. Not sure what the newer versions have been turned into for the dud, but basically no one, male or female, wants an undesirable looking person to greet them on a blind date.
“So that’s where I come in. I now have a sponsor slot on his site for my Salon Luxe. We are offering a makeover service for his clients. He liked my idea and he’s already sent us a few people. One was this dorky guy that my girls turned into a hunk with the works, and the guy got a date out of it with one of our stylists. He actually had a totally different attitude once he left the chair after having his hair trimmed along with being given a few subtle highlights and his facial hair manscaped.”
“But it’s online so people are all over…” Evie ever logical, began to question me.
“Yes, I’m working on that too and I have some ideas and so far Mason seems to like some of them. He also likes my pool so I get free advertising and he gets to swim laps every day.”
“You have that hot man over daily swimming naked in your pool? Oh Vivi, forget about eating my orgasm cookies and get the real thing.” No way was I taking Marzi’s advice about giving up her cookie I declared as I bit into one. The other part… well, that would be great to revisit too, but it didn’t appear that was going to happen, and believe me, I tried to sway him at first.
“Oh friends with benefits!” Evie exclaimed, adding, “summer flings aren’t bad.”
“That could mess up finding Mr. Right, don’t do it!” Vixen warned.
“No, I don’t even see him. I gave him the guest code for the building and he has full access to my garage…” That sounded deliciously naughty so I rushed to clear up our arrangement. “…and the pool deck. I’m not even sure when he arrives… I’ve only seen him once and he was wearing a tiny speedo with what I assume was his school’s name stitched on the back of it. He mentioned playing water sports in high school.” That visual had not left my mind.
“My old friend would’ve dropped to her knees and stripped that loin cloth right off.” Pansie knew me too well. “Did pods come and leave you instead?”
That is the downside to telling your best friend intimate details of your love life and sexual preferences. And on that note, I said my goodbyes and left with two boxes of freshly baked orgasm cookies; one to drop off to my salon staff and the other to give to workers that were going to improve the access to my apartment balcony.
Why I opted to stay home with all of the noise going on, was beyond me. But part of me was glad I had as Mason showed up. Let me rephrase that, a very hostile Mason made his way up to my apartment using a guest code and one of my workers had to let him in as I didn’t hear his arrival.
“Why is a shirtless man letting me into your apartment? You said it was okay to come over.” I stood wrapped in a towel with my mouth gaping open as I was planning on taking a shower.
“Relax. He’s installing new glass accordion doors that will open up the dining and living room to my entire balcony. I was in my bedroom on a video chat with my mom and siblings. I didn’t hear the elevator buzzing with all the laughter from my ten year old brother and eight year old sister.”
“Your siblings are that young?” Apparently, he hadn’t paid much attention to the pictures of me with them on a table where I displayed a few family photos.
People always looked at me funny when I spoke about them and often asked if they were my children when they came to visit or I went to visit them, which was rare. I always found myself explaining that my parents had me very young, barely nineteen years old, and started a new family on the other side of the country. They took the whole starting over opportunity—mixed with starting a new career—very seriously. I personally thought they were crazy, but they seemed perfectly happy and I only wanted the best for all of them. It had to be different the second time around, knowing what to expect. How they ever had me so young and still both finished college, amazed me.
Mason and I were both close to thirty—he was one year on the other side of it while I was twenty-nine—and we couldn’t even be a normal couple even though we seemed a good match. The computer said we were number one for each other, but Mason wanted to test his site. So be it, I was done with it for personal use and I hoped that it would garner me some new salon clients for my staff.
“What are you doing here?” I raised an eyebrow in his direction as I watched him.
“I… I was coming to swim and I heard the guys from the first floor apartment talking about a hot guy being in your apartment and that they didn’t blame you for taking off work to be with him.” Was he for real, I thought to myself, shaking my head.
“And you thought you would barge in and stop the fun? Or did you think about rescuing me? What if I was fucking him or all of them? What were you going to do then?” Suddenly, I burst out laughing. It really wasn’t funny, but I couldn’t help myself. I was seeing Mason in his speedo walking in on me being ravaged by the construction crew.
Before he could respond, a knock sounded at my door. “Excuse me, Vivienne, we’re done if you want to come take a look.”
“Damn! I’ll be right there,” I yelled out, dropping my towel and going into my walk-in closet to pull on a long, non-sexy robe that covered all of my bits and pieces.
“You’re going out in that?” His voice was gruff.
“Yes, unless you think my towel was better?” He snarled as I pushed past him as I went to praise the crew on an incredible job, so I stopped short of walking into the hallway. “Oh, and by the way, the guys downstairs love when you pop in to swim in your tiny banana hammock.” Then I laughed and disappeared from his line of sight.
Entering the open space, I gasped. I knew the new openings were going to give me an even more spectacular view from inside, but it was even better than I envisioned. I also knew that the lead contractor was going to try once more to sway me to remove the stucco wall that surrounded the large balcony area that held two black iron chaise lounges, a round teak table with four black iron chairs and a mocha colored market umbrella. And while it would provide a better view, I valued the privateness. So once again, I agreed that it would be amazing and then told him no, followed by thanking him, paying him, and watching them leave with all of their equipment.
Then I addressed the hot man I last saw fuming in my bedroom, standing in my living room. “The coast is clear. I’m safe. Aren’t you going to go swim?” I asked, sauntering to my fridge. It was definitely cocktail hour, and I had a bottle of Chardonnay with my name on it.
“Pour me a glass,” he said, followed by, “please,” when I arched an eyebrow.
Grabbing another glass from the cabinet, I did as he asked. “Do you want pizza? I think I’ll have some delivered.” I pushed the half-filled glass across the island to him.
“I thought you didn’t like white wines? Do you still have stuff to make pizza? I’ll make one, if you do.” I looked at him as if to say why are you here and why are you wanting to stay and why aren’t you off with one of your test subjects combing touristy spots. Something was up with him. “What? Your homemade pizza was the best.”
Hmmmm, I thought before I answered him. “Yes, I have everything. Go for it… I’ll be back.” I started to walk out of the kitchen to go take the shower I had been denied. “Oh, and about the white, I went to a wine pairing dinner and Darla talked me into taking a couple different whites home with me. Be back.” I turned and quickly sashayed my ass into the shower, leaving him to wonder if I had a date. It was obvious he was jealous earlier with the workers in my apartment. I had to laugh to myself thinking of what he may have been conjuring up in his head about the wine event I had attended.
Under the steamy, hot water, my mind raced to Mason spanking me on our first night together as the spray tickled my pert nipples. The feel was shooting ooh la la sparks to my pearl below my lusty nest, tantalizing—as were the slaps and caresses to my round bottom. And I wondered if he was standing or fuming in my kitchen thinking about spanking me for having half naked men in my apartment and taunting him with a possible date. I had noticed his one hand curling into a fist while his other threatened to shatter the wine glass. I smiled and hurried through my cleansing, dressed, and went to rejoin my uninvited, gorgeous guest that I hoped might be crashing at my place if I plied him with just enough wine to inhibit his driving ability. However, not too much to affect his performance ability… I wasn’t about to turn down the opportunity to partake in an amazing fuck.