“What’s wrong?” Tammy asks, when she hears my groan.
“Remember that creepy guy from the auction that wanted to buy me?” I ask.
“You mean that one that was bidding against Andrew?” she asks.
“Yeah, he keeps calling and leaving messages on my phone. He wants me to be in another auction. I already told him no, but he won’t stop calling,” I reply.
I stand at the register and stare out the window again. I’m either bored or frustrated – I can’t even tell which. My mood has been so down in the dumps lately, and I know it’s from avoiding Andrew when I’d really like to see him.
“I’m sorry. That guy sounds so creepy. You need to protect yourself from him. Listen, I have to go. I’ll talk to you later. Don’t forget to call Andrew!” Tammy says, as she hangs up.
I put my phone down by the register and try not think about Andrew. That guy calls again, so I put my ringer on silent. I focus on what Tammy said about him being creepy. All he’s doing is calling, though, so I don’t think I need protection from him, or at least not yet.
Next thing I know, I’m remembering Andrew, as usual. The way he had me tied up to the bed. The way my whole body felt when he spanked me.
I quickly put the closed sign on the front door and I run into the bathroom. I’m locked in one of the stalls with my fingers inside of myself. I’m imagining that Andrew and I are back in the hotel room.
We are picking up where we left off. I’m tied to the bed again only this time I am face down on my stomach. He spanks me again and again. I cry out louder each time.
Finally he gives me what I have been asking for. He takes my anal virginity. I want him to have every part of me.
I try to make my hand move faster as I pleasure myself but it’s just not the same as him. I try to imagine what it would feel like having him inside of me there. The idea alone is so hot so I’m sure I would love it. I get that feeling that he would too. The image of him cumming in my ass is too much to resist.
In real life, I cum quickly, all over my hand. As amazing as the fantasy was i feel empty inside.
The feeling is just not the same as actually being with him. I wash my hands then try to push those thoughts and desires out of my head again. There is no way I can possibly have any feelings for Andrew.
“Focus on the business,” I keep telling myself.
I wonder what would happen if I did decide to call him?
Would it be something casual?
Could we just meet and do more of what we did in the hotel room?
I shake my head.
That’s crazy!
I already told him that I didn’t want anything else to do with him so now I need to leave him alone. I go back out to the register and I check my phone. I find that I have more missed calls and voicemails.
I just roll my eyes and don’t even bother to check on them. There is a tiny little piece of me that is disappointed that Andrew didn’t try to call. I guess my message the other day was pretty clear. I look around the shop. I was able to accomplish quite a bit with the money that I made from the auction.
That makes me happy and proud of myself. I wonder how long it took Andrew’s business to become a success. I sigh in irritation. I can’t believe I am thinking about him again. I have got to stop doing that.
Chapter 14
Andrew
I call Sheila again. She still doesn’t answer so I get her voicemail one more time.
“Hi, Sheila, its Andrew. I just wanted to see if you wanted to get together again? Nothing serious, no commitment. I know that neither of us want nor have time for that. Especially since we are both busy entrepreneurs. Hope to hear from you soon. Bye.”
I hang up right after I leave the message. I tried to play it casual while I was talking.
“Seems like somebody might be in love,” Brian teases me in annoying singing voice.
He sits in the chair opposite of mine.
“That’s not true,” I complain.
“Admit it. If you didn’t have feelings for her you would move on with your life like you normally do,” he persists.
“Ok, ok, you’re right,” I finally admit. “What about you?” I ask him.
“Ah, I’m in the same situation you are in. I’ve had my eye on this girl for a while, but I can’t convince her to hook up with me,” he explains.
I try to console him by saying, “Well, don’t give up. You’ve got a lot to offer. She’ll come around eventually.”