[everyone keeps pulling the 'story later' thing, I notice!! I did it too 'cos I had to take my shower :/ ]
Tuesday: To compensate for the bad press that comes along with any strip club, all the girls are coming together and baking for a children’s charity.
"Aubrey!! Grab the mittens so we can get the cookies out of the oven, they're burning!" I heard August shout from the kitchen.
I ran to the kitchen from the staircase, putting on my heels as I ran; not an easy task!
I threw August the mittens and she pulled out the cookies, blackened and charred.
"Aww shi.t, look what you did!" Anaiah joked as she watched one of the cookies just crumble when she touched it.
"Ah well, there's plenty more cookie dough where that came from!" August said, with the amount of enthusiasm as a little kid in a candy store.
"Oh, but we need more powdered sugar!" Anaiah squeeled, holding up an empty bag.
"I'll go out and get it." I replied, grabbing my keys from the key-hanger.
"Aubrey we have 'assistants' for a reason." Anya chimed in.
"I know, but I could use some fresh air." I picked up my purse and turned on my heel, heading towards the door.
Anaiah shouted to me once again from the kitchen, "Well we've got four hours 'til the bake sale, so don't do any extra shopping or we'll be late!"
I nodded my head and walked out the giant door, marveling at the beautiful cloud-free sky.
As I walked to the parking garages down the winding path from the mansion, I saw an old beat up chevelle sitting on a parking spot in one of the garages.
I walked up to it, looking at the rusty chrome that engulfed the green paint job on the car. I'm a classic car enthusist, so anytime I see one, I immediately get excited.
I ran my hand over the hood, feeling the texture of the paint. I heard a loud sound from under the hood, and wondered whose car it could be.
I looked around, no one.
I continued to look at the car, paying close attention to the interior. White tuck-and-roll upholstry.
"I know it's not the best looking, but it gets me from A to B." I heard a deep voice from behind me and I jumped. I turned around to see Carson, holding a bottle of oil.
"You scared me to death, did you do that on purpose?" I laughed, leaning on the hood.
"Well who wants to know?" He replied, mocking what I had said a few nights ago. On Sunday, I had ran into him at the mansion when he was dropping something off to the boss, and we sat and had a drink in the lounge room. What began as a leisurely talk about his daughter eventually evolved into flirting. But last night I'd heard that he was getting close to Aeryn, so he can forget about sleeping with me.
"Anyways, what's wrong with your car?" I asked, leaning over to look at the engine.
"I'm not positive, but I'm guessing there's a broken spark plug." He replied as he poured the quart of oil into the container.
"Well then you're gonna have to go buy one. Or I could take a look at it." I walked to the front of the car, nudging him away playfully. I studied it, and I took out the carburator.
"Here's your problem, hun, you've got broken floats in the carb." I wiggled around the golden floats that were just sitting there, they're supposed to bob up and down.
"Where's your proper attire for such dirty work?" he smiled and looked down at my shorts. I realized a giant grease stain on the pocket.
"Oh shi.t! I was gonna wear these to the charity event. Dammit!" I tried sweeping the stain away with my hand, to no avail.
"Oh, did you want to see the interior? I noticed you were looking at it when I walked up." He opened the car door and sat in it.
"And what are you implying by inviting me in your car?" I was flirting, but I couldn't help it. His eyes were practically hipnotyzing me.
"You think too much, Aubrey. Just get in, I wanna show you something." He motioned with his hand for me to open the door, so I did.
I sat down and he opened the glove compartment, taking out a stack of pictures. They were of his daughter. I let out a loud 'awww!' and he smiled, bobbing his head as he looked at the pictures of Sophia.
"Oh, she's such a doll." I commented, leaning forward to look at the pictures. Without meaning to, I was pressing my ti.ts together and he had his eyes fixated on them.
"When you're done oggling, we were looking at pictures of Sophie." I laughed and backed away.
He looked a little embarassed.
"Yeah, she's a sweetheart. The most beautiful girl in the world." He placed the pictures back in the glove compartment, leaving a dead silence for a moment.
"What's her mom like?" I asked, knowing that probably made him feel uncomfortable, but I couldn't think of anything else.
"I don't want to talk about that. That just brings me down." He replied, staring at the steering wheel. Another slightly awkward moment of silence passed.
"You look really beautiful today, just thought I'd let you know." He sat back in the seat and looked at me.
I blushed and remained quiet for a second.
"Thank you." It was all I could manage to get out of my mouth at the moment. He reached his hand over and twirled a piece of my hair in his fingers, and I just smiled. I got up out of my seat and sat on his lap, leaning in to kiss him. He pulled me towards him, almost violently, and I loved it. We were vigurously kissing, and stopped for a moment so I could take off my shorts. He fidgeted nervously as he tried to take off his belt as quick as he could. Once we were down to nothing but his shorts, and me in my heels, I leaned in closer to him and we started to rock back & forth. I was trying not to be too loud, but I couldn't help it now. I reached over and kissed him and he was running his fingers through my hair, gently pulling. It was an hour until we finished, and I let out a loud groan. I lyed down on the seat, heaving.
"That was...great, Aubrey" He said, breathing heavy.
I just smiled. That was all it took and you could tell he melted. I enjoyed that a lot more than I'd planned, and I'm not sure that it's a good thing because now i'd probably have to see him go and bang Aeryn tonight. I thought it wouldn't phase me, but after after just one time I almost think i'm falling. Shi.t, I think i've gone crazy.
The lyrics of the song "Damaged Goods" ran through my head:
'Your kiss so sweet, your sweat so sour/ Sometimes i'm thinking that I love you, but I know it's only lust/ The sins of the flesh are simply sins of lust/Sweat's running down your back, sweat's running down your neck'