Claire’s POV.
“Hahaha…” Laughter erupts all around me, I laugh too. It’s ladies night. So I don’t expect us to be gloomy.
This was Tracy’s idea, though. It’s been a long we all gathered together like this and so she made the proposal last week for us to have a ladies night.
My friends all agreed and here we are. In one of the elegant hotels in the city. Actually, right now we’re lounging in the hotel’s
terrace, overlooking the Olympic-sized pool filled with hotel guests, swimming for pleasure.
I lean over to the table and fill my glass of wine again, holding it against my lips as I sip, watching my friends babble.
When seven women are all together, men become the leading headline.
Since the past hour, we’ve been out here, we’ve been chattering about men and my friends never disappoint. They throw words from right, left, and center.
Tracy, my Black American friend is the main person wringing my ears off about her latest guy. She seems happy with this current man because the Tracy I know? Nah…she never sticks with one man.
Well, most of us here barely stick with one man. Though, I’m trying to learn that. Regardless, I’ve been getting fucks in one or two places especially since David seems to be avoiding me.
Just like today, I got one of the hotel’s waiter to dick my pussy before my friends arrived. That’s because I was the first person to arrive at the hotel.
God, that was crazy…I mean me taking the guy right then and there but the look he gave me told me it wasn’t his first time servicing the hotel’s guest.
Well, the guy really tried giving me a good bang, cuz my pussy needed that.
For the past few days, I’ve been getting off on my bed post. Jeez, it sounds crazy but I did it.
You’d actually think I have this “bedpost fetish” but that’s mainly because
I didn’t travel to San Francisco with my toys. The meeting was an emergency.
So, literally, I moved down from Sam Francisco to this place today.
“And…I sucked him off with an orange.” Tracy babbled and laughter erupts around us.
“Jeez, Tracy. How’s that like?” Lena asks, doubling over in laughter. I couldn’t stop myself from laughing too.
“Sometimes, you gotta add spice to it…” Tracy says, demonstrating giving a man a blowjob with the banana she picked up from the basket of fruit.
“Add spice?” I ask, laughing, my brows wringing.
“Yes, Claire. You get an orange, Peel the back, make a hole in, and then fit it onto the dick. It makes it more savory…” Tracy spits without shame.
We all laugh again. Belinda, the newly married one in our midst hums, then. “Guess I’m going to try that with my man…”
“Don’t tell me you’re going to do that, Linda…” Kamala bellowed from her position.
“Uh-huh, the blowjob therapist already spoke.” Belinda winks at Tracy.
Tracy glows, liking the fact that someone bought her idea.
“It’s about spicy night…so…” Gemma stares around us. With a poignant stare at the pool, we all look and see the huge black man she has eyes for.
“Oh…my…God. You sure are strong enough to handle that man, Gemma?” Aria asked through her teeth but her gaze remained on the man too.
God, the sheer size of him reminds me of David. So huge and blessed with muscles all over.
I believe the almighty will strengthen me.” Gemma whispers, biting her lips.
“Uh-huh and when you wanna give him head, make sure you do it with an orange.”
“Noted, Tracy.” Gemma says, watching the man from the rim of her wine glass.
“I guess it’s only me that hasn’t seen a man…of choice.” Rossi, the only Italian we have in our midst speaks. “Might as well end up with…a waiter.” She winks.
Tracy hums in agreement. “Those guys have tricks up their sleeves. Don’t overlook them.”
When I peer at Tracy, I gasp, watching as she hints Rossi the sizes of most waiters’ dick by fisting her right hand and demonstrating just about the size of the guy’s cock I had earlier.
“Oh, wow Tracy? I’m going for them.” Rossi says with finality.
“C’mon, girls. I thought this was about ladies’ night?” Kamala chirps, groaning.
“Of course, Ladies night with spice,” Tracy tells her and we laugh together.
Honestly, Tracy is a clown. That’s why we all love her.
“Tracy this was a bad idea.” Kamala groans.
“That’s because she had chosen to celibate.” Tracy drops and my jaw strains as I gape my mouth.
“Why? Is everything alright with Andrew?” I ask.
Tracy shrugs her shoulder. “The cunt broke up with her just last month. So Kamala has decided to stay away from men.”
My face crunches as I take pity on Kamala. It must have hurt the poor girl.
I don’t know how breakups hurt because I was the one that broke up with my husband. I just grew tired of him and his always bitching ass and…I quit.
I don’t even know what made me marry him in the first place. Not like he’s handsome.
That’s because your love his cock, my mind reminds me.
Well, yes. I loved how much he fucks me and I stupidly accepted his proposal and married him. Though, my narrative about my ex-husband’s fucking ability changed the first time I had a one-nightstand with David.
Fuck, the man is a sex God. Definitely knows the right position to whip a woman in and make her cum with finesse. Since that night, everything changed between me and my ex-husband.
I made it look like he was the bad person in the picture and got the divorce I needed. Although, I don’t know how most gossip blogs are able to dig out the real truth which they dispersed online.
However, I tackled that, making most people assume he was the bad guy.
“Poor, girl. I’m sorry about that.” I caress her arm and spit. Kamala waves it off.
“But you know, there’s no heartbreak a good sex can’t heal?” Tracy says with a smirk, gulping from her glass.
We laugh again and I find myself basking in the comfortable atmosphere my friends created.
“What about you, Claire? What do you bring to the table with your…hot as fuck…lover.” She turns to me and says.
Now, all my friends have their eyes pinned on me and I blush.
News about David and I possibly dating have made waves on the internet. I’m not surprised if Tracy asked to confirm.
“We’re just grinding.” I hum and smirk.
“Grinding on the thick dick.” Tracy gushes and I laugh.
“What’s it like being with David?” Aria asks, seeming interested in knowing.
“It’s amazing. He sure knows how to handle a woman.” I tell them, boasting.
“Definitely. I heard one of his wives is trying to wriggle her way back into his life.” Gemma reveals.
I scoff. As if I will let that happen. No woman can take David from me.
“I’ll make sure it doesn’t
happen,” I affirm with resolve.
“You’ve got to, honey. You’ve got to. Some women are batshit crazy.” Tracy states.
A modicum of silence sweeps through us but Gemma breaks it with her startled gasp.
“Oh, hell. He’s out of the pool.” She stares lustfully at the man as he comes outta the pool. “I’ll have to excuse myself guys…”
And just like that, Gemma leaves while we watch how our friend’s going to hit on the man.
I chose that opportunity to surf my phone. I leisurely go through my phone, watching pictures and reading enticing posts.
All the while I take some sips. The moment of peace lasts for a while until I stumble upon the news of Dame High School and pictures of David and his annoying foster daughter, Vera.
My heart twists while scrolling through the hundreds of pictures of them on the school page. Vera hugs David, her eyes shut as if savoring the moment. As if relishing David’s
body that’s pressed against hers.
No, it doesn’t mean anything, I tell myself.
But…I can’t seem to break my gaze from the screen. I keep scrolling and my heart throbs, irritation and jealousy pulsing through me.
That’s until I see the very picture where Vera was staring lustfully into David’s eyes. Fuck, it’s obvious she’s crushing on him.
That little, annoying brat!
I always knew she’s into David given the way she acts. She’s not even ashamed.
God, I hate her so much.
I know it’s stupid of me to hate on a girl I’m more than a decade older than but I can’t help it. The girl’s like a stumbling block between David and me.
Whenever I see her around, I always feel like I’m not enough for David. Well, I hate to admit that she’s way prettier than I am.
I don’t know if David perhaps feels something for that brat. I doubt he does but the way he’s overly protective of that girl, wrecks my nerves.
Fuming, I watch the pictures more closely. Hell, the way she’s even staring at David as he exits the stage…it’s so obvious she likes him.
Seeing this, my hatred for her intensifies. I don’t like it when I’m competing with people, especially not with someone her age. I sigh.
“Okay, Claire?” Aria asks. Raising my head, I nod.
“Yes. I am.” I gush breathlessly and look back at the phone, hating the pictures. Hating the brat.
I’m hoping David doesn’t learn the truth about her interest in him. He can’t. She’s his daughter for all I care.
“Excuse me. I’d like to make some calls.” I peel myself away from the midst of my friends and walk over to the rail, perching against it.
I pull up David’s number from my call log and dial it.
It rings but he doesn’t respond. I call again. Twice. Thrice. Still, David doesn’t answer.
“What’s wrong with him?” I mutter and try again.
I call his number on repeat but he doesn’t pick up.
Thankfully, I’m with Irene’s number, so I call the woman.
“Are you in David’s house?”
I know she’s already asleep but I don’t give a crap.
“No, ma’am Claire.” She croaks.
“Was he home before you left?” I probe.
“Not at all. But I’m guessing he should be in by now.”
“Okay then.” I end the call, knowing I’ve gotten the answer I want.
He’s home. Then why is he avoiding calls?
I’m curious to know. And there’s only one way to find out.
To be continued…