“I don’t see why not,” I answered with a shrug. “I have enough resources for it but I don’t know a single thing about running a business. We’ll have to talk to Jasmine Wild for a business consultation so we can get on the right track.”
Noelle nodded, “That’s right. However, you did mention you know some fashion designers and other people in this kind of industry. Was that true or were you just pulling strings so your mom and dad to believe our story?”
I shook my head and pointed out, “No, no, I really do know a few. Some of them are big-name brand designers too. I work as a model, remember? I get to meet these people on a regular basis. I’ll call the ones who live here in the city and then email the ones out of state.”
“Good,” she said as she gave me a kiss on the cheek. “We have to do it. Now that I’m stuck here with you regardless of how we feel about it, I’m quitting my job at the club.”
“Does that mean no more stripping?”
Noelle nodded.
“Not even for me?” I teased.
She laughed and then began to stroke my cock even more enthusiastically, “Okay fine, I’ll strip dance for you but only if you let me get another taste of you this morning.”
That was an easy deal to agree to. I didn’t care about any other plans for the day. All I wanted was to push Noelle down on all fours and fuck her doggy style, right in front of the mirror, and hear her lovely and seductive voice just beg for another round. It
was like a dream come true and I never wanted it to stop.
11
Noelle
Three hours had passed before I managed to take a shower, change my clothes and head back to my real apartment. I thought I’d never make it with how my knees were trembling. I was so tired from having sex with Daxter but it was the kind of exhaustion that made me feel good. It made me feel complete.
For today, I had to get all my important stuff packed and ready to go. Daxter had already called a moving company to swing by and get all my things. However, seeing as his condo already had a lot of good furniture and appliances, I didn’t really need to bring mine. It took me less than two hours to get all my clothes, books and important belongings in boxes. Everything else was going to be donated down the street.
It was almost a little past noon when the movers came by. It was just three guys, all of them big and built like Daxter but they were all a little older. One of them had a lumberjack beard just crawling all over his face and for a brief second, I fantasized what it would be like for them to just take me like a little slut in their arms.
“Wake up,” I reminded myself. I was getting married for fuck’s sake. I just had sex for the first time and here I was dreaming of strangers plowing their way between my legs. At least now I was beginning to understand why Daxter fooled around with girls so much – it felt so damn good!
“Ma’am,” said the other mover, one who had bright orange hair and a pretty smile. “I just need you to sign these papers.”
I took the clipboard he was holding and then double-checked all of the information. Once I was sure the address, names and items were all correct, I signed and waved them good-bye. I then turned to my phone and sent Daxter a message, letting him know the movers would be arriving at his place soon now that they were done here.
Once he gave me the thumbs up, I dialed Hannah’s number. She quickly picked up the call.
“Hey,” I greeted her. “You free today? I need help.”
“Noelle? Uh, sure,” she sounded a little groggy. Did she just wake up? “What do you need?”
I couldn’t help but smile when I said, “I’m going to quit the club and then I need help picking out a wedding dress.”
“Holy shit, how the fuck did that happen?” Hannah suddenly woke up and she began rattling on in shock. She kept on complaining about how I didn’t tell her what the heck was going on and that all of a sudden I was getting married. She kept on ranting about how just the other day we were talking about me catching up with Daxter and now a wedding was in the works.
“Let me explain,” I told her. “Let’s meet up at Mercury Wild and I’ll tell you the whole story over drinks.”
“Wait, before we do a damn thing,” she cut in. “I want to know when you’re getting married and if I’m the Maid of Honor.”
“It’s a civil wedding but sure,” I answered. “It’s by the end of the month, actually. We got to talk to the mayor last night and we didn’t want to waste any time which is why I need help picking a dress. We want to get this thing done before the end of the month.”
Hannah laughed on the other end, “Wow, you’re really pushing for this. Aren’t you in a sudden rush, huh? Well, okay, I’ll be at Mercury Wild in about twenty minutes. I just have to take a shower real quick.”
Twenty minutes turned into an hour. Fortunately for me, Mercury Wild wasn’t a boring place to be alone and waiting. A lot of guys passed me by and tried to flirt around but I didn’t pay any of them attention. I had the man I wanted. I may not really love Daxter but he fulfilled my sexual needs and he saved me from a financial crisis too. Now we just had to seal the deal and make the story legitimate to convince his parents.
By the time Hannah finally arrived, I was on my second glass of a really strong mojito mix. She was in a short pair of denim shorts – so short I could practically see her ass cheeks – and a hanging white top.
“Hey you,” I greeted. “You ought to try this. It’s really good.”