I walk across the living room and pick up a box of pizza and his empty soda cup. I feel a hollowness in my chest. I really wanted a boyfriend who would be there for me. He doesn’t have to be there all the time, but in the evening be nice. I wonder if this is why Charlie’s mom left. Was she lonely? It sounds like it would be a lonely life, being the wife of a police officer.
My phone rings suddenly, calling me from my thoughts. Looking down at the caller ID I see Charlie’s stunning face smiling up at me. That’s a little unusual, why would Charlie be calling me so late?
“Hello,” I said.
“Hey girl,” said Charlie, using her innocent sounding puppy voice, “What are you doing tonight?”
“Oh nothing,” I say, looking around my empty living room remembering how her father sat here only minutes ago. “My plans basically fell through. What about you? What are you doing tonight?”
“Oh, I am going to be out at a club with a couple friends. Do you want to stop by?”
“Wait? You’re home early?” I ask excitedly.
“Yes,” she squeals.
The possibil
ity of music and alcohol with my friend does sound enticing, especially since I didn’t get to have my wine with my pizza, and I’ve missed Charlie so much. Alas, that is the downside of being the girlfriend of a police officer, they are all about the “no underage drinking” thing. I guess I can rule out a boyfriend who will bring me beer.
Is that on Charlie's mind? I wonder if Kenton would approve of me out drinking with his daughter. Probably not.
He may be a little frustrated with me already. “You know what? Yeah. I can go,” I say shaking my head. What does it matter what he thinks? He’s my boyfriend, not my father and I decide what I do with my time. “Give me the address and I’ll be there in an hour.”
“Yay!” Charlie yells. I hear her clapping enthusiastically through the speaker. “Oh my God, we are going to have so much freaking fun. You’re going to wonder why you ever second guessed coming,” she promises.
Hanging up the phone, I head up the stairs to find my most slutty cocktail dress. I’m gonna go with a little black one, I think to myself, looking through my closet. I like the way it makes my skin look covered in dark alabaster. Looking around until I find the right one, I mutter to myself that I have way too many cocktail dresses. I wonder if I’ll ever have an opportunity to wear these with Kenton? Is he the kind of man that likes to go out looking classy? That is something I’ll have to ask him sometime. I feel confident that he will never go to a club in our area. He doesn’t want to be recognized and I don't blame him. If people find out about us, they are bound to start talking. And if too many people start talking, it makes it hard to remember what you initially found attractive about each other. Your head fills with the screaming doubts of the people pretending to care, even though I know they care mostly about themselves.
Stripping off my T-shirt and jeans, I wonder what my father would say. I can’t imagine him reacting well. Kenton and his ex-wife used to babysit Abbie and me. I guess if you look at it that way, it does seem a little odd, but you can’t help how and when you meet people. We waited until I was grown, in fact I wasn’t even aware of his feelings for me until that point. More than that, we are taking the time to really analyze the feelings ourselves.
I think it’s very mature of us, I think to myself.
I toss my hair back and shake it out. It's long, and I love the dramatic sexy look, but I wish he could see me right now. Maybe I could send him a selfie later, let him know all that he’s missing out on by leaving my house to do lord knows what.
It will be worth a shot, but I don’t know how he will react. Maybe he will simply leave it unread. Or maybe it will rile him up enough he will spank me like he did before. I can’t help blushing when I think about it. That isn’t something I ever thought I would enjoy. But the burning in my stomach and my damp panties tell me I like it more than I could have ever imagined.
I decide I’m going to do it. I’m going to send him a picture he won’t be able to resist. I get more excited the more I think about it. But what should I send a picture of? Something that is thrilling. Maybe I could talk him into sending me a photo back of him wearing only his badge. That would be exciting. Oh no, maybe just the hat. I like this idea.
I walk to the closet and pull up my favorite pair of black stilettos. A girl needs to tower while she is at a club. Any creeps out there better back off because these are dangerous shoes. And I’m not afraid to kick someone where it counts if they get in my way.
Turning one more time to get a final look at myself, I can’t help but stare. I look freaking amazing. Yup, selfies are coming, and I am going to send him a boatload.
I turn my back to the mirror, arch my back, and do my best to look seductively over my shoulder. After taking the picture I pull it up on my phone and decide it isn’t sexy enough. So I hike the back of my dress up a little, just enough for my panties to peek out from underneath it and snap another picture.
Yes. Perfect.
I set my phone down and get ready for the next picture I have in mind. I pull down my dress a bit more in the front, so my cleavage is really showing. Then I fluff my hair and grab my phone before turning the camera around on it so I can see myself on the screen. I squeeze my arms together, so my chest looks perky, open my eyes wider, and suck my cheeks in a bit, and smile before snapping another picture. He’s not going to know what hit him when these pictures show up on his phone.
I’m going to make him understand just what he is missing at home, and what he stands to lose because I am one hell of a catch.
I quickly send the pictures to Kenton before grabbing my clutch and jogging down to my white Volvo. I have to congratulate myself and my ability to run like Electra in these heels. Honestly, this is something that should be taught in schools around the world. Why are high heels so high in the first place? I wonder, turning the ignition and driving away. Someone once said that it was to make it harder for women to run away, I can see that.
At the club
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“Oh my god look at his face,” Charlie giggles, pointing out the hipster across the room. He’s kind of cute in a half nerdy kind of way with his heavy glasses and a perfectly tucked in shirt. He looks too clean for this club, so something tells me this is part of a long game. He likes to pretend that he is a thoughtful intelligent man of the world, but in reality, he’s just as desperate as every other Joe Dirt in this place. He will say anything to get them into his bed.
“Yeah, you know I’m just not feeling it,'' I say turning away from him and scanning the room. I don’t see anyone here that even remotely appeals to me. Which is kind of ridiculous. I am so hooked on Kenton that I can’t even take the time to absorb any of the men around me.