It had been a long night acting as Greg’s “sacrifice”. I had to watch from across the table as he crashed and burned several times over with the pretty raven haired girl named Holly. Greg didn’t realize he wasn’t as suave and charming as he thought he was. Nothing new there, self awareness wasn’t a quality Greg possessed. Meanwhile, I was stuck next to a pretty flaxen blond. Normally I’d be dodging awkward physical advances or trying to get out of her clutches. Somehow, Greg had a way of pairing me up with the girls with wondering hands and an eye for shy, mousy boys. But tonight was a happy departure from that norm. My date, Margaret, ended up being a nice girl for once. Holly too I thought.

Most of the time Greg went after the Barbie type. So skinny it was unhealthy, platinum blond, massive chest, and mentally… Vapid. But then, Greg wasn’t dating them for their conversation skills. In a stark juxtaposition to Greg’s usual type, Holly was full figured, filling out her dress in a way I could only describe as stunning. Her dark eyes were sharp and her wit sharper, much to Greg’s chagrin. Not his usual type at all. I could see she was the strong willed, outgoing type, taking charge of the conversation as she spoke about her interests with true passion. She seemed happily amused by Greg and all his flubs though, so at least one of them was having a good time. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say Greg didn’t stand a chance. Most of his dates ended well before bed. But tonight I would bet a fair sum that Holly was going to take him home, and devour him.

Margaret, on the other hand, was nearly a perfect inverse of her friend. Greg had described her as a plain, fat, short, dirty blond. ‘At least her eyes are pretty.’ He’d said to me. The man was oblivious to the concepts of empathy and tact. Not to mention that he was completely wrong; His description hadn’t done Margaret justice at all. Personally, I thought she was beautiful. But maybe I was biased. My desire for women fell into two categories. My two types were soft… And rock hard. So long as they were reasonably strong willed and dominant, I would fall for either. Anything in between never really piqued my interest. Margaret fit the soft bill perfectly. The yellow summer dress she wore was tight in all the right places, revealing all my favorite squishy bits. Pleasantly plump, I could feel the desire in my chest begin to build as I snuck glances at her out of the corner of my eye. Her dirty blond hair turned out to be the color of wheat in the noon day sun, ready for harvest. It shimmered under the lights. Greg was right about her being short, but he hadn’t mentioned anything about her prodigious chest. The size of her breasts made my mouth water. I did my best to be gentlemanly, trying not to stare but the heat rising inside made it difficult.

Keeping my eyes on her’s hadn’t been difficult though. Her eyes made that easy as they sparkled like emeralds in honey. I found myself lost in their depths more than once as she kept my attention with subjects of mutual interest. We’d enjoyed a wonderful evening together talking about books, jazz, even biology and the impact of humans on the environment much to my surprise. My smile came easy and she even got me to laugh more than once. Her soft hands on my forearm were soothing and playfully possessive. I could tell I was making a good impression. She was too. But in the back of my mind, in the quiet corners of my consciousness, Señora lurked.

I’d had to bite my tongue more than once not to bring her up. Not only was it forbidden for the two of us to talk about each other in normal day to day conversation, but it would have been extremely inappropriate to speak to a date about another woman that made me burn hotter than the sun. Try as I might to focus on Margaret, the early part of my day kept pushing back into my minds eye, staring at those three dots, waiting for Señora to finish her message to me and send the words I desperately needed to hear.

More than once Margaret had to pull me from the depths of my mind. As the night wore on, the reality of my current situation hit me. The type of relationship I had with Señora and the lifestyle I was seeking with her didn’t seem compatible with this girl. In the end, I started to pull away. As much as I liked her impish nature, both domineering and at the same time meek, I was already in a relationship. She was wonderful, and beautiful and everything except that… What I needed right now was Señora. Margret was amazing, but she couldn’t match the raw power of Señora’s presence. Still… I ended up with her number in my phone, too polite not to hand it over. The new contact in my phonebook read, Margaret Walker. She’d even given me her address.

I made my goodbyes early, doing my best to ignore the disappointment in Margaret’s eyes, dodging the usual ‘See you again sometime?’ with a vague sound and an awkward nod. Greg though protested the most, almost begging me to stay longer. But Señora was calling… I finally feigned and stomach ache and left. As much as I’d liked Margaret, what I had really desired was to have spent the evening with Señora. Since I’d left earlier than intended though, I now had a bulk of my Friday night empty with no back up plans. I pulled into to my spot in front of my apartment and turned off the engine, sitting there in the dark parking lot as I mulled over the events of the night.

I’d really made a connection with Margaret. Before Señora, I’d have stuck around all night, maybe even tried to bring her home. Or more realistically, gone with her to her place. She seemed the type to make the first move, something I appreciated in a partner. I would have gone out with her again in a heartbeat. But my relationship with Señora was still new, still burning bright… We weren’t together, not in the classical sense, that wasn’t what we were for each other. Our contract even made it clear we were not exclusive. I could have gone to bed with Margaret, but as things were now, no one could hold a candle to Señora. Maybe I was deluding myself that it was anything but a mutually beneficial scratching of an itch. Maybe… Maybe I had fallen in love with her… Maybe… Maybe, maybe maybe…

I took a deep breath, sighing as I straightened my thoughts. For now, Margaret would have to stay a friend, if she was even looking for that. Anything more didn’t fit in my world. I had Señora, and that was all I wanted.

A nervous ache returned to my stomach, the same one I’d gotten before I’d arrived at Señoras casa for our first session. My heart was suddenly empty, nothing more than a hole gapping in my chest, red and raw. I know she’d probably just had a busy day but I was aching for her attention, still craving that simple little, ‘I love you, mi perrito!’ I needed to hear it from her. I needed… Her.

<Are you available?>

I’d pulled out my phone and shot the text off without thinking. I hastened to add to the end of it,

<Señora.>

She didn’t like it when I forgot to address her properly. Punishments were fun at the right times but I wasn’t particularly interested in a spanking tonight.

I sat in my car waiting, chewing on a fingernail before I remembered Señora had forbade it. Minutes came and went while I sat impatient, trying to distract myself from tearing a nail from the tip of my index. I waited for a reply but none came as I sat staring at the side of the building that housed my apartment, black and flat in the darkness. I didn’t want to go home. Home was cold, empty, lonely… I wanted to go to Señora…

“F-F-Fuck it. Better to…” I shuddered, anxious anticipation tingling from the base of my plug up my spine as the need inside my spurred me into action, “Better to beg for forgiveness than ask for approval. I hope.” I turned the key and my sedan sputtered to life after several choking gasps.

I shuddered and closed my eyes, lips trembling as I thought of her. The way she looked after work, still in her suit with her hair pulled tight into a bun at the back of her head, hard and all business. The air or authority she carried even when she dressed in her evening robe after letting her silky locks down to brush against her shoulders. I groaned aloud as I thought of her tight bottoms straining around the bulge between her legs, the way it felt to wrap my fingers around her thick, hard, trunk… My core spasmed, reminding me of the invading length of silicone that was forcing me me wide open as my ring tightened around its base. Fuck I needed her…

The transmission ground into reverse as I pulled out of my parking spot, engine nearly dying when I pushed too quickly on the accelerator. This damn car… More carefully, taking the time to focus myself back to the moment, I kicked it back into drive, heading for the north hills of Salinas.

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