“Anne, I’m not going to just call some guy I’ve never met.”
“Yeah, you are. You need to be fucked and you need Bruce to do it. He’ll open your eyes in ways you’ve never even dreamed of.”
Kayla raised an eyebrow. “Have you slept with this guy?”
Anne laughed. “No, but I know a couple of girls who have. Bruce and I are just bros. Nothing more. You’ll like him, though. He’ll test your boundaries, but,” she quickly added, sensing her friend’s hesitation, “in a good way.”
Kayla took Anne’s phone so that she could take a second look at this guy on her phone. He was good looking, to be sure. His profile picture was one of him wearing a suit with a hat and looking away from the camera. He wore glasses, but they gave him a sophisticated look: not a nerdy one.
“Well, what’s the harm?” Kayla handed the phone back to Anne and picked up her own.
Hey, I’m Kayla. Got your number from Anne. Want to meet up for drinks tomorrow? I’m buying.
She read the text twice before punching “Send.” She grimaced. This could go wonderfully or it could go horribly, horribly, wrong.
“I need another drink,” she said, pouring herself more Tequila Rose.
Anne and Kayla sat on the couch, staring at the phone for what felt like hours. After awhile, the phone buzzed and Kayla opened up her messages.
9:00. Bitter Jupiter. I buy my own drinks.
Kayla read the text out loud to Anne, who smiled.
“You’re going to love him!” She cheered, squeezing Kayla’s hand.
“Seems kinda abrupt, don’t you think?”
“Not at all. Go. You have to go. You’ll love it.”
Great. See you then.?
Kayla added the smiley face to her text, letting Bruce know she had a sense of humor and was looking forward to their date.
At least, she hoped that was the message she was sending, and not “I’m a huge ditz. Fuck me, please.”
“Oh shit,” Anne looked alarmed. “What are you going to wear?”
Kayla started laughing. She had just the thing.
THREE
Kayla plucked the black dress from her closet: the one she saved for special occasions.
As it was, she had only worn the dress twice.
That was not nearly enough time to wear something so sexy.
She slipped it on, twirling for a minute in front of the mirror. Her ass looked amazing. Her legs looked long. Her breasts looked like they were going to pop out at any second.
Bruce, no matter what he was into, would love it.
At least, she hoped that he would.
Kayla slipped on a pair of red pumps, applied a generous amount of lipstick, and hopped in the car to head to Bitter Jupiter. The bar was not one she'd been to before, but she assumed she would fit right in. After all, how could a slutty girl in a black dress not fit in at a bar?
Kayla was about to find out.
When she got to the door, she showed the bouncer her ID. He looked her up and down, smirked, and asked, "First time?"