“Woah, that’s strong,” she commented.
Even then she still took another sip of it. I could see her cheeks flushing red and it was amusing to see such a petite little hot thing struggle with a good drink.
“But good, huh?”
She nodded and said, “Thank you for taking me out. I was getting a little bored at home.”
Was she bored enough to start fantasizing about me again? My mind was starting to wonder. It’s also weird that she hadn’t noticed that her notebook was gone.
I couldn’t help but flash a wicked grin and then ask, “What do you do when you’re bored?”
“I just do what everybody else does: I get online,” she answered nonchalantly. “It’s the only way I get to talk to my friends nowadays. They’re all out of the country now, working elsewhere. I’m the only one who decided to stay and work right here.”
“Why did you decide to stay here?” I kept on prodding. I wanted to know every little bit of her. “You’re beautiful and smart. I’m sure there were opportunities elsewhere for you. Why didn’t you get into modeling or something?”
Of course, I knew that Cherry wasn’t a model or an actress. I did my research before we met tonight. Despite that, she would make a good magazine model. She had this natural allure to her that would get men hard. Even fully clothed she looked like a vixen ready to prowl on the bed. My mind was racing with so many ideas of what I could do to her. Maybe I’d pluck some ideas from her notebook.
She laughed at that and replied, “Modeling? Me? I don’t think I have the guts to do that. But I did get offers here and there, you know? Especially after my dad and I hit a few home runs with our investments. I just thought I was better off here. This is my home. I belong here. All my dreams and aspirations are right here.”
Cherry looked so gorgeous and sincere as she explained. At the same time, she just managed to walk right where I wanted her to.
I finished off a shot of vodka just to summon the courage. I thought about my next line and took yet another shot before I finally managed to pull out the notebook and slam it down on the table. The look on her face was priceless.
“You mean all of your dreams and aspirations are here,” I said as I pointed at her notebook. “Tell me, Cherry Vergara, would you let me make those fantasies come true??
??
5
Cherry
Everything happened so fast. Before I knew it I was sitting in Mercury Wild with Dylan and we were getting wasted on vodka. What’s even crazier was he had my notebook – where I noted down all the craziest fantasies I had about him.
How the fuck did he get his hands on my notebook?
When did it slip out of my pocket? Just how much of its content did he read?
“H-huh?” I answered his question with nothing but a dumbfounded look on my face. I was starting to feel a little tipsy and I knew my face was flushing red. “How did you…”
“Yes. I read it all, baby. Now I want you to tell me how you want me to fuck you,” he said so blatantly I thought this had to be a prank or something. But then he kept on staring back at me and I saw the wicked flames of lust burning in his eyes and I knew then he wasn’t kidding around.
Fuck it. How worse could it get, right?
“I want you to fuck me like a slut…” I answered weakly. I practically ate my words as I slurred and mumbled in my slightly drunken stupor. At least I hoped I was drunk enough to get away with such words.
Dylan lifted my face up with his finger and stared deeply into my eyes as he said, “Say it again. Louder this time, if you will.”
Oh, God. I was starting to panic. I could feel my heart thump faster. Adrenaline was surging through my veins. My right leg began to shake a bit from nervousness and I caught myself biting my lip.
“I want you to fuck me like a slut,” I repeated for him, slightly louder than before.
“Good, because that’s exactly what I’m planning to do. I want to fuck your brains out you tight little bitch, and I know you are gonna love it,” he suddenly said as he grabbed me and made me stand up. “Let’s get the fuck out of here. I don’t want to waste time when I could be spreading those legs and shoving my way into your cute little hole.”
Oh my God, he was holding nothing back with his choice of words. I felt so dirty and turned on just hearing him speak this way!
We rushed out and he got me into his car. I looked back at him, my dress slightly messed and my hair tangled.
“I’m going to drive and as I do I want you to recite some of the things you wrote down,” he instructed me. “If you lie I’ll know. I read everything.”