It’s Friday ... finally! My nerves are on edge, I’m anxious to know if I got hired. Will I see him again? Or was it just a one time interview thing? I wouldn’t mind feasting my eyes on the Adonis named Axle Cross. Wait did I just say that? Do I really want to see him again? I think I do.
I shake my head, continuing the three-day redecoration of my apartment. I’ve been keeping busy, my mind replays how each time he touched me, my body had a reaction to him. It felt unreal and agonizingly delicious, that has never happened before, weird huh? I don’t think it would happen again, I wave my hand in the air to brush of the notion.
My living room, bedroom and the kitchen has changed repeatedly over the passed few days. rearranging and reorganizing at every possible moment to keep my mind busy and not contemplate of work or him. My cabinets are probably the most organized cabinets in the world with labels all facing forward and even labels. I shake my head at the use of my time, I need a job, badly. I don’t have another interview for another week, waiting is going to drive me to the mad house.
I have enough money for next month’s rent and bills but that’s it, my savings will be gone after that, I have to get a job before it runs as dry as the desert. I don’t want to burden Shelly and her mother again, Cassandra was so beyond sweet when she allowed me to stay after the accident. She didn’t need to but I would have run away if I had to stay with HIM. He hadn’t been in our lives for a while and I wasn’t sure if they would find him for me to stay with him.
She treated me as if I were her own daughter, I felt the love and care she bestowed upon Shelly. Even though she was going through a rough time herself she still had a big enough heart to take in an 18-year-old troubled girl.
Shelly and I were inseparable when we were together, she is the sister I never had. I don’t think I would have been able to do it without her and Cassandra. Cassandra is like another mother to me although she can never replace y mother, she is dear to me as if is my mother.
Because she took me in, I was able to go to college, she wouldn’t let me not go. I think she would have kicked my ass if I even thought of not going, I love her for that. I love her for many other things too but I’m so happy she was there to help me pick up the pieces of my dreadful life.
I couldn’t possibly burden them with needing a place to stay again if I don’t get a job soon. I don’t want to have to go back to that night job I had before I found my place in their home. That’s not something I would want to impede in their life again.
She wouldn’t hear of me working while I was in college but I had to earn my keep. I couldn’t just stay there without helping in same way to repay her for her kindness. She didn’t want me to pay rent but I always left money for her on the table in an envelope every time payday strolled around.
We’d play a game of cat and mouse, I’d leave it on the time, then find it on my bed when I would get back from work or school. I giggle at the memory of all the back and forth. After a while I just deposited it into her bank account, I had to repay her somehow, she finally faltered and allowed my payments.
I’m startled out of my memories when I hear the gentle music from y phone. I rush all over the house to lay my eyes on the sofa, where my phone lights up and vibrates, I scurry to the sofa, extending my arm, swiping and lifting at the same time, “Hello,” I say breathless. “Hello, may I please speak with Ms. Chloe Knox?” She says with professionalism. I reply, “This is she,” my stomach in knots hoping it’s good news.
“Hi, my name is Catherine DuBois with Cross Enterprises. I’m with the Human Resources department. I’m calling to formally offer you the position of financial adviser with the company. Of course you will get paperwork with the offer but I wanted to let you know first over the phone that you have the job. That is, if you still want it of course.”
A squeal escapes my mouth, “Yes! Yes, of course I want the job.” Her laughter rings in my ear, “Okay sweetie, can you start on Monday? If so we can fill out all the paperwork then.”
Are you kidding me! Of course I can, “Yes, Monday would be great! Thank you! Thank you so much. You just made my day,” I express with a Cheshire Cat grin.
“You’re welcome dear, please bring your ID with you on Monday so we can get you into the system. I look forward to meeting you. Have a great weekend,” she exclaims hearing a hint of happiness in her voice.
“You too!” I hang up the phone, start dancing and jumping for joy when I realize I need to call Shelly to inform her of my new employed status.
My fingers find Shelly’s speed dial number on my phone, I grow more and more anxious as it rings. She finally picks up with a groggy, “Hello.”
“Guess who got the job at Cross Enterprises?” She says sarcastically, “Was it the brown haired, beautiful, vixen I call my best friend?”
“HELL YEAH I DID!!!!!” We both laugh into the phone, hysterics filling the atmosphere. Shelly breaks the laughter, “We need to go out and celebrate! There is this masked party tomorrow night at Inferno. We should totally go!”
“Yes! That sounds perfect! I can’t wait. You should come over tonight so we can get ready together tomorrow. We can even go through the clothes tonight to pick our outfits.”
Shelly giddily replies, “I’ll be there in two hours.” “Perfect! I’ll see you then.” We both hang up the phone, I hug my phone feeling over the moon at the wonderful news.
I walk into my room, pulling the closet door to expose my plethora of clothes for our scavenger hunt for the perfect outfit. It’s a masked party, I don’t know if any of my dresses will be appropriate for tomorrows festivities.
Time now speeds by, a knock at my door brings me out of my head, Shelly is here with a huge bag full of clothes. Laughing as she enters, she yells at me, “Don’t laugh! We need to look perfect for your celebration. I even got us into the V.I.P. so we could have our own area.” Like a child, she sticks her tongue out at me.
I gasp in utter shock, “Why did you spend that money, you need that for your apartment?” my head racing back and forth not wanting her to splurge on my good news.
“You deserve it, and it’s a celebration. Now let’s take a look at the clothes,” she drags her huge bag into the bedroom. “You know you shouldn’t pack a bag you can’t carry,” I make fun of her, assisting her into the bedroom with the over-packed bag.
As soon as we enter the bedroom she unzips the bag; like an explosion, the clothes are vomited everywhere covering every piece of furniture I own. She immediately strips trying on dress after dress, outfit after outfit, clothes strewn in colorful piles of no and maybe.
I laugh at her erratic dance of modeling piece after piece, she joins in the happiness with a snort which causes us to bellow out even more. We have tried on outfit after outfit until finally, we find the right one. I choose a beautiful taupe faux-wrap dress with silver strap heels.
Shelly squeals, “It’s perfect for your celebration. You look incredibly sexy! You’re going to sly it tomorrow night.” I turn my head, rosy cheeks in full effect at her words.
She models the perfect outfit for her, it’s a green deep plunge wrap dress but her split is all the way up her right thigh, matching it with my nude shoes.
“Holy cow Shell! That dress is fire! You are going to knock’em dead tomorrow,” I expel in disbelief how great she looks. I’ve always admired her brazen approach to life, she really has no fear.
We both look at each other’s alluring outfits and agree these are the dresses for tomorrows shenanigans. Shelly comments, “Now all we need are masks to match.” I nod, “We can go out tomorrow after we wake up, shop for the masks then grab something to eat before we get ready. There is a Halloween store not too far from here. I’m sure we can find it there.”
We both take off our outfits, hang them up, order some pizza, gossip, catching up on each others lives to end the night watching a movie until we drift off to sleep.
Saturday morning eluded us as we wake up after two in the afternoon. We get dressed, heading out to fill our now growling stomachs. We take our time enjoying the day since we have nothing else to do before we go shopping to complete our outfits. We do some window shopping, exploring the shops in the neighborhood before we head over to the Halloween store.
The Halloween store is filled with a multitude of colors and textures for costumes and accessories. I find one of the clerks asking where to find the masks, she points us in the direction of the masks, we scurry over overly enthusiastic for the night.  Searching for the perfect mask my mind wonders what Mr. Cross would look like in one of these masks. I see a simple black mask, picturing his light grey eyes piercing through it, looking at me with carnal desire.
I close my eyes and picture his hands caressing my burning skin, sending a shock wave of electricity through my body. A moan escape my mouth at the very thought of his touch.
“What the hell was that?” Shelly interrupts my salacious visions as she peers at me and laughs.
Heat rushing to my face, inclined not to divulge my thoughts, I notice the perfect mask, one foot in front of the other, I find myself reaching for it in haste. White material, in filigree, giving the eyes a cat look, 3 chains with crystals hanging on each side, no strap but must be pinned to the hair.
I pick it up in awe, Shelly nods in agreeance, “It’s perfect.” She continues on her hunt for the flawless mask to accessorize her exquisite dress. She shuffles through the countless masks, swiping her fingers over them until she spots it, holding it up to her face, a smile smears across her face, deciding the black cat mask is it. She playfully stretches her arm, like a cat pretending to scratch at me, meowing so loud causing everyone’s head to snap in our direction. We burst into laughter, heading to the cashier, half bent over in glee.
Accessories in hand, we walk arm in arm back to my place to get ready for tonight’s celebration. When we arrive, I head to the shower first, turning on the water allowing it to warm. My mind voyages back to Axle Cross, his intense light grey eyes, his fit body and what I can only imagine would be a big bulge.
I close my eyes, picturing his hands traveling along my burning flesh, claiming me as his own. Taking over my movements, he kisses my neck where it sends shivers down my spine and goose bumps scatter all over my body.
He grabs my breasts, devouring them in his hot yearning mouth eliciting my head to cascade backwards, back arching in eagerness, giving him more access, moaning in pleasure.
My mind engulfed in everything Axle, my nipples harden, my pussy aching to be touched. My hand roams over my body halting just above my core before my fingers slips in between my slit, making small circles on my clit, imagining it’s him. Starting slow, picking up pace as images of his body on me causing me to release a low moan, “SHIT!” It feels so good.
My mind playing tricks on me, one hand on my breasts, massaging them, pinching my nipple causing me to gasp from the pleasure.
He engulfs my gasp, thrusting his tongue in my mouth, it’s welcomed and earnest. The kiss is carnal, filled with lust, heat pooling in my core inducing more juice to be produce, dripping down my leg.
He pulls away too soon causing me to whimper at the loss of contact, slipping one finger in my saturated core while his thumb stimulates with my clit. My eyes snap shut, head falls back, biting my lower lip trying not to let my pleasure rip through my apartment.
He takes my breasts in his mouth again, lapping my nipples over and over, now shoving two fingers inside drenched  core as he bites on my nipple sending me over the edge into an intense organism that torrents down my legs onto the wet bathtub. I’m chest heaving, eyes unfocused, legs weak, my against the wall, I slip down slowly, planting myself on the porcelain tub to catch my breath.
My hands reach my face; I can’t believe I just did that to my new boss. What the hell am I going to do when I see him on Monday? My mind plays with me (Jump him! She shouts.) I shake off the idea, a smile covering my face, finishing my shower.
We take our time preparing, all dolled up in our outfits, beautiful make-up and straight long hair accentuate our look.
We arrive by cab to the club, when we step out, all eyes are on us. We walk over to the long line of attractive people waiting to enter the club when Shelly heads to the front of the line, speaking with the bouncer.
She lightly touches his arm, lips dangerously close to his ear, he gazes over her body, licks his lips and nods his head. She waves to me, I scamper over to her, he opens the rope granting us entrance to the club.
We walk in, escorted to our booth in the V.I.P. area already set up for us. The waitress saunters over, bringing us a bottle of champagne, pre-ordered by my best friend to celebrate my great fortune. She fills two flutes, Shelly grabs them, “To getting hired right after college and making your dreams come true,” she yells in the loud atmosphere, raising up the glass, I follow suit as the glasses clink.
We both take a sip of the effervescent champagne, the bubbles tickle as it waterfalls in my throat. The music is blaring, drinking more and more champagne, I’my loving the music, moving in my seat to the beat, Shelly grabs me and shouts, “Let’s dance!”
I nod in agreement, making our way to the dance floor, champagne in hand. There are so many people; we find a small spot near the V.I.P. area that we can let loose in.
The beat of the music vibrates in my veins, my hips sway back and forth enjoying freedom the liquid courage provides me, I feel sexier than I ever have before! Or maybe it’s the mask, maybe both, who cares all I care about is this moment and reveling in it.
Shelly grabs me, we dance with each other, on each other, both exuding sex on legs the way we grind and feel each other.
I’ve always loved her ability to let loose and just enjoy herself with or without alcohol. It’s something I have been working on and have been making some progress in, but tonight the champagne is helping oh so much.
Some guy comes up behind me, starts to press himself against me, I immediately whip around, telling him, “No thanks, tonight it’s just me and my girlfriend.”
He smugly replies, “I’m down for a threesome.” I throw what’s left of my champagne in his face and laugh in his face. He walks away upset at my retaliation, I continue laughing as I gyrate to the music.
Shelly has found herself a guy to dance with but she doesn’t forget about me. She pulls me to her to make sure I dance with her while she rubs on him. Knowing her, she will be getting laid tonight, at least one of us will.
I really do need a good lay, not just any lay but one that will send shock waves through my body knocking me out for the night.
We keep dancing for a little while longer before we head back to our booth. The guy tries to follow like a lost puppy but Shelly pushes him back, waving a “no” finger at him in the sexy way only Shelly can, closing the gap between them, her mouth mercilessly close to his ear causing me to shiver.
When we get back to our booth, I’m overcome with curiosity, “What did you tell that guy?” “I told him I am here for you tonight. We are celebrating your new job and he would have to wait to dance with me again,” she giggles, coyly hiding her face behind her shoulder. We both laugh, making a toast, drinking more champagne.
Her eyes widen as she places her glass on the table from her toast, “Who’s that? He’s staring at you,” her delicate, well polished finger points across the room.
I look up from my glass, gazing at a tall man peering our way. I feel a small twitch in between my legs. Why did that just happen?  I can’t see his face, it’s dark and even with the dancing lights, he’s too far away.
“I don’t know but I think he’s looking at you Shelly” I laugh waving off the notion that he would be watching me. “No way,” she exclaims gently pushing me, “He’s clearly devouring you in that dress.” We meet each others gaze and burst into laughter, doubling over.
I try focusing on our conversation but I find myself intrigued by the man in the mask that won’t stop gazing our way. Shelly continues to talk about her mom and other things I catch wind of from time to time, as my eyes fall back and forth from him to her. I’m urged to look his way again but when I look up, he’s gone.
The sudden feel a wave of disappointment. Did I want him? I liked that he kept watching us but clearly, he tired of us just sitting here. He must have encountered another woman to take care of him for the night.
Shelly continues to speak of her life for another 10 mins when another bottle arrives at our booth. We both look at each other confused, I speak up, “We didn’t order this,” I say matter-of-factually.
The waitress rebuts, “A customer bought it for you, he sent it over. He said not to tell you who he is but he hopes you enjoy your night.” She turns on the balls of her feet, stalking away. We both look at each other, wide-eyed and laugh, shrugging our shoulders, drinking another glass of champagne before we head back to the dance floor.
When we get to the dance floor again, the guy from before finds Shelly, they grind to the music. She makes sure to grab me again so I don’t feel left out. I love her for that but I can enjoy myself without hindering her odds of getting laid. Shelly’s hips are swaying to the music when she points her chin behind me.
I turn my neck, to my surprise, it’s the mysterious man from before. My eyes widen, heartbeat quickens, he’s back! I swing my head back around unable to make a move. Why does this man make me nervous?
Shelly laughs and suddenly, he’s behind me, I feel his warmth radiating off of him. It engulfs me, I let the heat sooth my yearning body. His hand gingerly grazes on my arm and I feel it.
The electricity! It runs through me as I close my eyes and allow it to swallow me whole.

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