Chapter 1
CHAPTER ONE
I could already hear my coworkers’ annoying voices before I got close to the breakroom. Michelle and Rhonda were relatively new here at Sin City Creations.
And somehow managed to take their lunch around the same time I did. Every. Fucking. Day.
High-pitched squeals and nasally laughter echoed from the breakroom, destroying the peace in the empty hall.
“Shelly, I’m telling you, Club Venus is the best!”
As I rounded the corner, I saw Shelly’s face light up and heard her feet tapping on the floor like an excited cocker spaniel. “Is that where you found the sex god you keep talking about?”
“Girl. Yes.” Rhonda nodded. “I have him in my phone as the orgasm king.”
Outstanding. More talk about some new dick she’s fucking this week.
“Tell me he’s thick.” Shelly playfully rubbed her nipples through her shirt. “I need something good to imagine tonight when my baby daddy thinks he’s rockin’ my world.”
I sat in my favorite booth, two tables behind them, in the row against the wall. My mouth watered at the scent of their takeout from the nearby BBQ place.
“Hell yeah, he’s thick.” Rhonda moaned as she sucked her fingers clean. “I don’t mess with no cocktail weenie.”
I pulled out my salad and tried to pretend it was ribs. My tastebuds weren’t having it.
“I don’t know why you stay with fuckwit.” Rhonda picked up another rib and shook it at Shelly. “Don’t take his shit.”
“He pays the bills.” She shrugged. “My money gets to be my money.”
“Three pump chump is worth that?” Rhonda wrapped her lips around the rib and sucked the meat off.
Closing my eyes, I stabbed at my salad hard and heard them laugh.
“Whoa there, Naomi.” Rhonda snickered. “You should be nice to your salad.”
“It’s No-amie.” I rolled my eyes before opening them.
“Eugh. I could not eat salad like you do, Naomi.” Shelly wrinkled her nose.
“No-amie.” I corrected her using my fork for punctuation. “No. Amy.”
“What a weird name.” Shelly shrugged her shoulders with a giggle. “Like, did someone misspell it?”
Yes. Yes, they did. My father was a moron. However, I wasn’t about to admit to these two.
“It’s an old family name.”
Shelly’s hand flew to her mouth. “I’m so sorry to hear that.”
My jaw tightened, and I felt my nostrils flare as I ground out a word. “Whatever.”
They both turned away from me and continued talking about Club Venus.
Color me a curious kitten; I pulled the nightclub site up on my phone.
Club Venus, where sophistication meets the edge. If that was the case, how did those two dipshits make it inside?
Vivid pops of neon splashed throughout the club, with strategic platforms showcasing dancers. I tapped for the mini-video to play and watched intently as it panned around the room, pausing on the DJ who danced behind their equipment.
I felt them staring at me, and I looked up, making them jump and tuck back to their lunches.
Bitches.
The crowd appeared mostly young, but I thought I saw some people who looked middle-aged.
There’s no reason I couldn’t get in.
I pictured my closet and flipped through the garments. Excitement filled me as I recalled a black skirt with a thigh-high slit and the brand-new shirt I bought on a whim.
It needed to go back as it was very low-cut and exposed way too much cleavage to be a work shirt.
But you didn’t take it back, did you, Noami?
“No I didn’t.” I looked up, surprised to see I was alone in the break room as I spoke. “Rawr” I scratched the air with my invisible paw.
Tonight, this cougar was going out on the prowl.
Work sped by, and for the first time in years, I was the first person to clock out and dash to my car.
I cranked some Sir Mix-a-Lot and cruised through the streets toward my apartment. It’d been years since I went out.
After Larry and I divorced, I felt defeated. He wasn’t the most handsome guy. Nor was he the smartest guy.
Yet I still couldn’t keep him happy. I even offered to stay married, and we could find whatever floated our boats.
I still heard his laughter as he choked out the words that sliced through my heart. “How pathetic are you?”
Blowing out a hard breath, I turned onto my street.
Maybe I should just stay home?
I pulled into my parking spot and put the car in park.
Why? Why are you sabotaging yourself?
Leaning forward, I pressed my head against the backs of my hands as tears rolled down my cheeks.
Because I’ve had zero sex drive in years. Because he’s right, I am pathetic. Because my who-zee-whatsit is drier than an overbaked dusted muffin!
knock-knock-knock
“Shit!” I jumped back and saw my sexy neighbor peering down at me.
“You okay, Miss?”
Of all the fucking luck.
My head bobbed, and I felt my double chin wobble. “Just a … shit day.”
He tilted his head and pulled his sunglasses down, giving me a peek at his green eyes. “You sure you’re okay?”
I took a deep breath, shut my car off and got out to realize he was much taller than I had realized.
“Yes.” I nodded again. “Thank you for your concern.”
“Sure.” He nodded. “I’m Mike.”
My stomach felt like it was about to fly out of my body. “Um. Hi, Mike. I’m … uh … Noami.” I felt my cheeks warm. “From across the hall.”
“Well, hello, Noami from across the hall.” He smiled and his face lit up. “I’m late for church, just wanted to be sure you were okay.”
“Oh. Yes.” I pressed my lips together. “Thank you.”
He gave me a wink before he pushed his sunglasses up and walked over to his motorcycle. The moment he cranked the engine, my core clenched.
Hm. Guess there was something that made me moist.
I watched as he backed up and rode off.
Damn, I wish I were on the back of that bike. Thighs wrapped around him. The vibrations sending tingles in all the right places.
“Give it up, Noami.” I shook my head and walked toward the building.
The light breeze felt amazing as it blew across my body. I needed to let the bullshit of the day roll off and be carried away.
Tonight? I was going to be a new woman.
No more wallflower. No, sir. Tonight I plan to create an alter ego and get laid by a man who can rock my world!
I felt lighter as I entered the building and descended to the first floor. My key slid into the lock on the first try, and I flung open the door to find my cat sprawled out on the back of my recliner like a bear rug.
Raven lifted his head, opened his eyes, flicked his tail and ears, and then went back to napping.
“Freeloader.” I chuckled and dropped my purse on the chair on my way to the sliding glass door. “Let’s get some fresh air in here!”
Sliding it all the way open, I paused at my computer and chose a dance playlist before heading to my bedroom.
Different mantras repeated in my head as I shook my ass to the music and stripped down, looking in the mirror. “This body is not a fat stretched marked piece of shit.”
I slapped my ass, giggling at the echo it made.
Keeping my hips moving with the beat, I went to the bathroom and set my water temperature before I stepped in and turned on the shower.
I tilted my head back in the warm water and grabbed my shampoo. “Get it, Sexxy!”
Sexxy Red was my guilty pleasure. I wanted to act her songs out with someone dirty and freaky.
As I massaged my scalp, I lifted up a prayer to the sex gods.
Wait. Are there sex gods? Well, there’s Aphrodite. But she’s love. There had to be gods and goddesses of sex.
“Hear me! Bring me a freak in the sheets tonight!” I ran my hands over my tits and pinched my nipples. “Someone who knows how to play with melons!”
Rinsing the soap out of my mane, I grabbed my bar of soap and ran it all over every nook and cranny I had.
“Oh yeah.” I moaned. “I need him to enjoy burying his face in my meat curtains!”
“Mew.” Raven sat on the edge of the tub, staring at me with judgment on his ginger face.
“Pfft. Whatever, cat.” I bounced as I rinsed off. “You’re just pissed I had your nuts lopped off.”
He let out a yawn and hopped down, strolling out of the bathroom.
“That’s what I thought.” Feeling more confident than I had in ages, I turned the hot water up and let it pound against my back. “Gotta make sure I’m loose.” A deep groan rumbled in my chest.
Once I felt my shoulders loosen, I shut the water off and reached for my hair towel. I put my hair up in a Turbie Twist, grabbed my green towel, and carefully dried myself off, including my legs and kitty.
I ran my hands over my full nether lips to feel the hair length. “Not bare, not shag. More like throw rug length.”
That should be okay, shouldn’t it?
“Fuck.” I snatched my phone from the sink and texted my bestie.
Hey. What’s considered acceptable vajayjay hair length?
Odd way to start a conversation
I’m going to go out tonight. I don’t want to find someone to knock boots with and have them be disgusted by my hoo-haw
Fair enough. Make sure you can’t hang a disco ball from your love button and you should be good to go
Got it!
I dropped my towel on the floor and strode to my bedroom closet. Giggles filled the tiny room as I grabbed my new top and skirt.
Then I reached up and pulled out the shoebox that held the sexy, strappy sandals I bought last summer.
Swaying my hips, I took my findings to the bed and set them down. I grabbed my cocoa butter lotion and slathered my body, moaning softly from the delicious scent.
“Oh yeah. He’s gonna eat me up.”
Once I felt silky soft, I danced to my dresser and took out my sexy bra and matching panties. “Fuck, I hope they fit.”
One leg at a time, I stepped into the lacy unders and then slid my arms through the straps of the bra. Since it was the first time I’d put it on, the elastic was tight and a bit of a chore to hook.
I bent over while looking in the mirror as I fluffed the girls and then went to grab my shirt. It had fallen off the hanger, which worked for me. I slipped it over my toweled head and it fell into place, showcasing my oversized fun sacks.
“Perfect.”
Ripping the lid off the shoebox, I spun around and sat down on my bed. I slipped one sandal on and got it buckled, then did the same with the other.