My, Oh My
By S.E. Darby
Copyright 2012 S.E. Darby
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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual events, locations, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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My, Oh My
Chapter 1
I stood shivering on the large wrap-around porch of an immaculately restored Victorian house, waving goodbye to the very handsome Mr. Grayson as he backed out of the driveway. Too bad he isn’t single, I thought. I would have been over joyed to help break in his new living quarters if it weren’t for his wife and two children. What a shame. He and I could have melded together rather nicely, at least for a couple of hours anyway. My shoulders slumped slightly as I blew out a regretful stream of air and returned inside to retrieve the signed realty contract.
Mr. Grayson and his adorable family were now the proud owners of this beautiful old home, and I was extremely happy with the attractive load of commission that would soon be added to my company’s bank account. After having shown Mr. Grayson thirty different houses within the past thirty days I felt I had earned every last penny. And now it was time to celebrate.
I had only two days of freedom before I would be surrounded by family members celebrating my granny Mae Bell’s eightieth birthday. I had been able to skirt the family Christmas and New Years gatherings with one lie after the other, ranging from food poisoning to being completely swamped at work and utterly unable to get away. It’s not that I don’t like my family, exactly. It’s just that they’re a bunch of loons. So I choose to keep my distance whenever possible.
If it weren’t for the ground breaking birthday celebration I could probably manage another three to four months of non-family time. But, of course, that was not to be. My loveable scooter driving granny called me personally, proffering a birthday party invitation. I quickly re-assessed the situation and had a change of heart. I broke down and promised my granny Mae Bell that I would, indeed, be in attendance. And just to be clear—her threat to disinherit me if I chose not to show up had absolutely nothing to do with my decision. However, her threat to leave her house and move in with me had a totally different effect. The old woman was just crazy enough to pack up her scooter and move right on in. I just could not have that happen. I have to say, I would be less than thrilled having Granny Mae Bell as a roommate. Therefore, I made the very sane decision to join in on the grand, up-coming celebration. There was just a small detail I needed to take care of before that time arrived.
In order to be calm and relaxed while making happy with my crazed family I needed to go through a most detailed and extensive relaxation session. I figure since I don’t smoke weed and I need to stay just sober enough to make a quick escape from my clan of loons, if necessary, I have only one other option. An amazing, mind blowing, marathon night of sexual release was in order. I’ve tried many different relaxation techniques in the past; yoga, jogging, meditation, even the occasional Valium and Xanax. But the simple truth is that nothing compares to the pleasing afterglow of a good, hard, fucking, and I was getting all hot and bothered just thinking about it.
I rushed to close up the Grayson’s house and then headed straight home. I had what I thought was a pretty decent course of action in mind. I began by pulling a Vodka bottle from the freezer and mixing myself a stiff drink, adding just a splash of cranberry juice. Next on my checklist was a nice, clean, smooth body. Off to the shower I went, carefully cleaning and shaving all the appropriate areas. Thirty minutes later I began nursing my second drink as I positioned myself in front of my dresser mirror and applied a small amount of make-up. I then dried my hair, scrunching my strawberry blonde locks and leaving them hanging loosely down my back. I planned on having a magnificent evening and in no way did I want to be concerned with maintaining an up do. Free and flowing was to be my mood for the night, and I could hardly wait to find a willing participant to aid in making my body quake and quiver.
I dialed out for a cab, giving myself just enough time to be properly dressed and ready to leave by its arrival. I applied a light pink gloss to my lips, slipped into a one shoulder, midnight blue knit dress that hugged my body in all the right places and landed a couple of inches above my black thigh high boots. I wanted to be sexy without verging into sleazy territory, which is a very fine line. So instead of five; I went with a three inch heeled boot.
Charles, my buildings door man, called not ten minutes later to notify me of my yellow cab chariots arrival. I hurriedly downed the last of my drink, threw a minimal amount of necessities into a tiny purse—mostly condoms. I secured the purse over my shoulder and then I was off, taking the elevator down to the main lobby. Charles greeted me with an unexpected vigor as he escorted me out of the building and to the cab.
“Very pretty,” he said, admiringly. “Off to a party this evening, Ms. Nicole?”
I smiled and gave Charles a sly wink. “I hope to make my own party. You have any recommendations on where I should troll?”
“All depends. What kind of fun you lookin’ for,” Charles asked.
“My wish is to be surrounded by many attractive men, Charles.” I smiled, leaned in close to his ear, and whispered, “An all-nighter would be most appropriate.”
He folded his arms and thought over my request while lightly tapping his lips with a finger. A moment later his eyes lit up. “Well now, I think I might just know a place.”
I held my hand up to cut him off as he began to speak again. “Don’t tell me. Let the driver know where to drop me. I feel like living dangerously. Surprise me, Charles.”
“Will do. You be careful now.”
Charles closed my door and walked to the driver’s window. Seconds later I waved goodbye as the cab pulled away from the curb. After traveling out of the city and entering a neighboring county, which took a good twenty minutes, I found myself slipping out of the cab and standing in front of a honky-tonk bar with country music rattling the windows.
Chapter 2
I settled my fare and moseyed up to the door. “Yee-haw,” I mumbled as I entered the bar. At least I have on boots, I thought. Maybe I won’t feel so out of place strutting around in my thigh highs. My concerns quickly dissipated as my eyes settled in on the dance floor. It was packed with men and women dressed in a variety of clothing. Line dancing was going down around a large oak tree in the center of the shiny wood floor. It was an interesting sight to behold. Everyone seemed to be having the time of their life, and I’ll be damned if there weren’t some fine looking asses shaking about. I just needed to grab a good spot to sit and seek out an eligible, and hopefully willing, partner for myself.
I eased my body in between two cowboys already perched in the best spot at the bar for searching out the prime meat of the land. I figured the three of us were there for the same reason so I might as well join them. I gave each man a little nod and smile before raising my hand to the bartender. The slender young man came rushing toward me with a broad smile. His teeth were so white they could quite possibly glow in the dark.
“Nicole?” he asked while wiping down the bar directly in front of me.
“Yes,” I replied awkwardly. “Do I know you?”
He held his hand my way. “You do now,” he said as we shook. “Name’s Darrell. My dad said you were headed this way. Told me to make sure you’re taken care of.”
“Charles is your father?”
“Sure is,” Darrell confirmed. “Would you like a drink?”
“Vodka and cranberry juice, please. Light on the juice.”
A second bartender, tall with lightly tanned skin, and bright, sparkling blue eyes overheard my order, and said, “I got it Darrell.”
“This is Justin,” Darrell informed me. “Let one of us know if you need anything. If we don’t take care of you both of us will be answering to my dad.” He flipped his towel at the air and took off to fill other orders.