Chapter 26
KC
Brittney and I came to the boutique we always go to when we need something fancy to wear.
After two hours of trying on dresses, I’m hot and overstimulated, but the trip was a success.
Brittney checks out first, and she’s beaming about the shimmery, dark maroon satin halter top gown with slits on each side that go up to her thighs.
She finished her look with a pair of solid gold four-inch heels.
I decided to go with a solid black chiffon gown that ties on the right side, showing off my upper thigh, and red four-inch heels.
With a bag in each of our hands, we walk down the street to grab a bite to eat.
I know we’ll hit the pole class hard tonight, so we’ll need plenty of energy.
Brittney and I each order a chicken salad and, of course, a round of mimosas.
After the waiter brings our drinks, I fill Britt in on my work life and how it’s been going smoothly, for the most part, except for the times I’ve had to get on to lazy coworkers.
She pauses, sits up straighter, and looks at our surroundings before asking me, “And how is the picture job going?” Her tone is laced with worry.
I suppose that she can’t help but be worried about me. “It’s going good. I only do it, like, once a week now, and maybe I’ll start posting just once this month…”
Brittney nods her head in approval. “Still using all the precautions we talked about at the beginning?”
“Of course. Don’t worry; I have it all under control. Promise.” I bring my fingers to my lips and blow her a kiss from across the table, to ease the stress wrinkles that spread across her forehead.
“Okay. I just worry about you… There are always stories in the news about girls getting taken—kidnapped.”
My finger pivots between us. “Yes, I know, but you and me, babe… We’ve always been careful, right?”
“True… Just don’t go soft and let your guard down.”
The waiter brings us our salads and a glass of water for each of us. “I promise.”
“You know, Kailey… You could bring Mathew as your date for the fight. I mean, you do like him, right?”
She’s right; I do like him a lot… in bed at least… I just don’t know about a real date.
“If I invited him, do you think he’d take it as me wanting us to be serious?”
Holding her fork up towards me, she says, “No. Just be truthful about it. You need a date; that’s it.”
“But technically, you are my date, silly. Your man will be in the cage fighting.”
Brittney shifts in her chair before responding. “Well, there’s also an after-party that I RSVPd for the both of us.”
Oh boy, guess I do need a date, or a cage fighter might try and take me to his bed. Understanding my dilemma, I pull my cell phone out of my purse and type out a text message to Mattie.
Me
Hey, hot stuff, are you free to be my date for a local cage fight not this Friday but next?
This guy must always have his phone in his hand because my phone chimes almost immediately.
Mattie
Will the date end in your pussy being stretched around my dick? Or with me bending you over my couch and fucking you deep? If either answer is yes, you can count me in, beauty. I’ve missed the way your pussy tastes on my tongue.
As I read his words, my thighs close, and need starts to pulsate into my core.
Me
Good, because I have a lot of pent-up stress that needs to be fucked out of me…
I place my phone back in my purse and give Britt a cheeky smile, letting her know that Mattie will, indeed, be my date for the cage fights.
Arriving home after our shopping spree and lunch date, I went straight for my closet and hung up the gown, storing the heels directly under it. I riffle through my dresser and pick out a dark blue matching sports bra and shorts set for class tonight. Brittney went to her room to do the same.
Once I’m changed and ready to work out, I head out to the living room.
Passing the kitchen, I notice the dishes, and then remember that the laundry still needs to be changed over.
I need some tunes before I get to work on the chores, so I power on our stand-up speaker, and I press play on the playlist that we usually listen to while cleaning up around the house.
“Truth Hurts” by Lizzo blasts from the speaker, and lights flash to the beat.
Brittney’s door flies open right when Lizzo proclaims, “You coulda had a bad bitch, non committal.” Her hair is tied up into a high ponytail with her short hairs pinned back.
Her thin, blonde ponytail whips around as she sings and bounces around the living room.
She went with a neon pink bra and shorts set—my bestie is a hot toddy!
Brittney heads for the kitchen and shouts, “I got the dishes!” That leaves me on laundry duty.
Dishes and laundry really are never ending, even with it just being the two of us here.
We wear things once, then to the dirty laundry it goes.
I know that there’s a load of towels in the dryer that have to come out before the lights can be switched over.
I grab our white laundry basket, the one designated for only clean clothes to go in.
Warm towels, fresh out of the dryer, are my absolute favorite.
Taking my time, I sniff each one as I pull them out.
“Quit sniffing towels and get to folding them, lady. We’ve got a class to get to!” Sheesh, it’s like Brittney knows me or something.
I yell over the music, “Yes, drill sergeant!!!” I can hear her laughter, and the dishwater sloshing in the sink.
We’ve always made a good team; I can’t imagine us ever not living together. I mean, maybe when she gets married and has kids, I could buy the house next door to them…
Brittney and I meet back in the living room, our stares scanning the apartment. Towels are folded, the load of laundry has been switched to the dryer, dishes have been done—all that’s left is vacuuming. We both touch our noses at the same time. “Not it!!!”
She rushes to the kitchen sink to grab a towel, twisting it before whipping it toward my ass. “This is why we need one of those little robot vacuums that does it all by itself!”
“Hmph… You did mention that a time or two, didn’t you? Would you be a dear and go look in the closet by the front door, please?”
Brittney’s eyes narrow as she walks slowly past me. She opens the closet door and instantly squeals.
“You didn’t!!!”
“I did. Now you can be the bestest of friends and put it together for me.” I come up beside her and give her hip a little bump with mine.
Once the vacuum is put together, the instructions say we should charge it before using the appliance right away. This gives us the perfect excuse to put off vacuuming until we get back from class and can find out just how good the little robot works.
We each grab our workout bags containing water bottles, extra clothes, and any other random things we’ve thrown in them each week.
We lock our apartment and head out to the sidewalk.
The best part about our apartment is the location; almost everything that we enjoy is within walking distance.
The dance studio where we take our pole dancing class is only two blocks away.
From the outside, Late Night Dance looks like a hole in the wall, but it’s the opposite on the inside.
Opening the door, we see that the lights are already dimmed, and music is playing in the background while people are scattered around the room, stretching.
Looks like Brittney and I are the last two to arrive.
“Hello, beauties!” the instructor yells from across the dance floor where eight poles are set up. Her name is Courtney; she’s bold and loud, has pink hair and a rockin’ body, and she's wearing a bikini.
“Alright, ladies and gents, tonight we will be continuing our routine for “All the Time” by Jeremih. Everyone, continue to stretch for three more minutes, and then we’re hitting it hard tonight.”
I wave to the ladies stretching next to us. We’ve all been in this class together and know who to expect each week.
Lights go off then slowly brighten the room back up as the beat starts to hum through the neon speakers. A confident smile takes over my face, and I roll my shoulders back. I’m ready for my mind to be clear and this workout to start.