The Scheme

My eyebrows pulled together, trying to make sense of her thoughts.

She flipped her hair over her shoulder, the scent of peaches wafting my way. Maybe it was her lotion that smelled like peaches.

“I’ve conditioned myself for my forever man and he’s ‘it’.” She shrugged. “So this little blip is no big deal.” Her words said one thing, but her body language said another.

When her lips turned downward, I knew I had to change the subject. Quick. “Okay, so what’s my part?”

She angled so we were facing directly, knees touching as we sat on the barstools. “Well, you’re going to be my boy toy for tonight. He’s going to get jealous, dump the fake, and get with me. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy.” She licked her lips as she turned to take another look at Stiff. Her lips were hot and full, and my cock twitched as I wondered if those lips had been conditioned, too.

“And what do I get in return?” My dick jumped to attention, and I tried to think of fairies and sugarplums and people dying to get him to calm the hell down.

“I’ll think of something. I’m just trying to land Dr. Klein so he can put a ring on it, and I can have his babies. One night is all I need.” She said it like she knew it was going to be true, and I couldn’t help but laugh at her ability to tell the future.

My eyebrows jumped into my hairline as I comprehended her last few words. “You’re going to sleep with him on the first date?”

“Well, I’m definitely not against it.” Her eyes flickered back in his direction as she twisted her hands together in her lap. “I know what I want and how to get it.” Her voice softened as she chewed on her bottom lip, her earlier bravado fading. I wondered if she was as sure as she came off to be, but more than that, my curiosity spiked wondering if she believed that sex was all she was worth.

Somewhere in all this confidence and strange ease with all things sexual, this woman was a small town girl at heart. I knew this, because I had come from a small town, too. Was she putting up a front, but truly rattled with insecurity? Though I didn’t know her, the protective side of me emerged.

“How well do you know this guy?” My eyes followed Stiff at the corner of the room. He definitely had a way with the ladies. Whatever he was spewing was working. Blondie laughed uncontrollably, practically hanging all over him. There was no doubt he was getting laid tonight.

“I’ve been studying him,” Kendy explained. “Besides being a doctor, he’s really sweet. Do you know his grandma calls him all the time? He loves his nana. Just look at him. That wavy dark brown hair, that body.” She swooned and got this girly excitement in her eyes. I wanted to tell her I was looking at him, and I just didn’t see what she saw.

She went on dreamily, “I know this because I’m the one who talks to his grandmother, and she leaves messages.” She held her hand to her heart as a goofy smile crept up her face. “And he’s obviously über intelligent and super loaded.”

My face contorted as I wondered why someone as hot and educated as she was, would be interested in someone like him.

“Sorry, did I offend you?” she asked, concern etched on her face.

Amused, I shrugged.

“I mean, with the whole rich thing and you not being—” She stopped mid-sentence and wrinkled her nose.

I chuckled at her as she dug herself deeper in the hole with every word.

“No, not at all.”

Money didn’t matter to me. Recognition and advancing my career did; money was just an added bonus which came with it. I didn’t mention I made close to six figures at the bank. I didn’t know what Stiff was making, but it wasn’t like I made chump change.

I suppressed a laugh. This woman had pegged me all wrong on so many levels.

***

KENDY

The bass of the music thumped in the background as the heat index of the room increased. More and more people had entered the bar, making an already crowded area now overly packed.

I ran my finger along the top of my drink and glanced back at Brian. He probably thought I was on the prowl for a sugar daddy, so I needed to set him straight. “I know what you’re thinking, but you’re dead wrong. I’m not a gold digger.”

He looked at me with feigned disbelief, which pissed me off even more because it couldn’t have been further from the truth.

“A gold digger is looking for a man to support her, because she doesn’t work,” I argued. “I’m an educated college graduate. Bachelors of Science in nursing. That’s right, BS, baby. Straight A’s to boot.” I tucked an escaping strand of hair behind my ear. “I’m not looking for a man to support me. I’m looking for a man to give me what I deserve, and Tiffany’s is it.”

He held up his hands in self-defense. “I never called you a gold digger.”

“Well, you thought it, and I’m just setting you straight.” I uncrossed and crossed my legs, and Brian’s eyes flashed. I wondered if he saw I wasn’t wearing any panties. I pulled at my skirt, making sure he didn’t get another glimpse if he did see.

And maybe I’d had one too many drinks, or maybe it was my honest nature, but I ended up telling him anyway. “Yes, it’s true I like to go commando. Why try to play games if I know what I want? And who knows? It might be his lucky night.” If I could only get his damn attention.

“You want to practice first before you go on your date with him?” A small smirk played on his lips.

I laughed. There was no seriousness in his tone when he said it. “I’ve had much practice in the sex department, and if you think my shit is loose, I guarantee you it’s tight as a knot down there.” I pointed my fingers between my legs. “I do kegels regularly. Actually, right now as we speak.” From the look on his face, he had no clue what kegels were. “Forget it,” I said, shaking my head.

“It looks like you need to step up your game sooner than later.” Brian nodded in Dr. Klein’s direction.

I bit back the disgust forming at the back of my throat as his hands moved to the blonde’s ass and his tongue darted into her mouth.

I narrowed my eyes and sighed, hiding my emotions. “She’s got nothing on me. She’s way too fake. Hers boobs are bought, hard, and stored in a plastic bag. Mine are au naturel. Here, cop a feel.” I angled my boobs toward Brian.

His eyes widened, and he let out a low laugh, but then his face turned serious. He lifted an eyebrow as though he’d heard me incorrectly. A second later, his face broke out in a boyish grin. I could tell he thought I was kidding when I was being dead serious.

“Feel my tits.” I angled the ladies toward him. “I know they look fake, but feel them. This is the problem with good boys.” I reached for his hand and pressed them on my breast. “Touch them, squeeze them, feel them. I’m giving you full reign, so you know I’m not lying.”

He bit his lip as if touching me pained him then he cupped my breast and flicked his thumb over my nipple. It stood at attention, fully erect. My pussy clenched at the contact, and I shifted in my seat as wetness dampened my skirt. Briefly, I closed my eyes at the sensation, and my breath hitched as he teased my nipple with his fingertips.

When he angled closer, I opened my eyes, aware of his proximity. “I can tell they’re real. Real . . . nice,” he said softly, giving me goose bumps. There was huskiness in his voice, making me think that maybe, just maybe, there was some truth to his words. Maybe Brian was a real bad boy in bed.

***

BRIAN

I pulled back and shifted on the stool, hard as a rock. There was a mid-western cuteness to her overall appearance, but her honesty and her foul mouth made her jump on the hot scale from pepper hot to volcano hot. She was sweet i

But as she continued to watch Stiff, a