bed? And the
bathroom has four shower heads and a jacuzzi tub? I don't know if I
can be pulled away from the comforts of my nineteen inch television,
window unit air conditioner and sixth-floor water pressure.”
“L O L, aren't you hilarious?”
“I have articles to write and some editing to do, but as long
as I have my lap top it shouldn't be a problem.”
“Things are real different, huh?”
“Ya think? From sharing Ramen in our dorm room to you inviting
me over for long weekends at the palace...”
“It's not a palace.”
“Might as well be.”
“Did I tell you? I got accepted to the MFA program. I start in
the fall.”
“Just what Southern Florida needs. Another writer.”
Her words were sour but Bianca knew how proud her friend was of her.
“You're a writer.”
“I'm a journalist. Far more practical. Or at least, I thought
it would be. Turns out, I'd been better off majoring in Latin and
other dead languages. What are you gonna do when you can't spend
every waking minute sitting around the palace? Who will clean? Who
will move things around so it looks like people actually live there?”
“Hush. We live there. I live there. Actually, Esteban
wants to hire a maid.”
“A maid's daughter with a maid. That is either poetic justice
or the most screwed up thing I've ever heard. I'm not sure. Let me
think about it for a minute. OH! He could hire your mom. That would
put it squarely in the most fucked up thing ever category.”
Bianca rolled her eyes and shook her head.
“Ohhhh... wait! Is the maid position a live in gig? If so, I'm
applying. I'll be your Alice. Your Mr. Belvedere. Your Rosie. Your
Lurch.”
Bianca laughed. “Yeah, yeah. Roger can take us by your place so
you can pack up some stuff.” She pulled out her phone and sent
a text to the driver, letting him know they were ready.
“Mmmmmm... speaking of Roger. He is quite delicious.”
“Roger isn't...” Bianca cut herself off. There was no way
to finish that sentence without lying.
“Right. Tall. Built like a Norse God. All yummilicious with
those freckles and that sexy ass scar on his face? Tell me again what
Roger isn't?” A mischievous smile split Rachel's face.
“On the menu. He works for my husband. Don't you go after him.”
Esteban insisted that he was just a driver, but the way Roger moved
suggested military training, which further suggested that he was
really a body guard of sorts.
“Ohhhhhh.... forbidden fruit!”
The sleek black Town Car drove up to the curb in front of them.
“Hush up and get in the car. You are such a...”
Roger was at her side, taking the bags and opening the door in one
swift move. Bianca let the sentence die and just glared at her
friend.
She turned to Roger, “We need to stop by Rachel's before we
head home. She'll be staying with me till Esteban gets back.”
“Yes ma'am.” He closed the door behind them and took the
driver's seat.
“And Rach, don't take forever. I have ice cream melting in this
bag. Just get what you need and come on.”
“Oh, I'll get what I need to come.” She said it loud
enough that Roger couldn't have helped but hear her. To his credit,
Bianca noticed, his eyes never left the road.
***
Bianca studied the huge purple dildo with its faux veins and its
balls discreetly hiding the large suction cup. The only thing Bianca
had used the thing for, thus far, was slapping it up against the
shower walls and giggling as it hung and bobbed.
When Rachel had forced her to buy it, Bianca had been mortified.
Doubly so when she suggested she learn to use it by watching porno.
No. She couldn't even. The very idea of something that size … It was beyond ridiculous.
Nope. What she needed was her best friend, a pint of ice cream and a
sappy rom com on DVD.
She stuffed the dildo back into the bottom of her drawer and threw a
robe on. What would they watch? Best to ask Rachel, she tended to be
pickier about movies.
Bianca slipped through the living room and straight
bathroom has four shower heads and a jacuzzi tub? I don't know if I
can be pulled away from the comforts of my nineteen inch television,
window unit air conditioner and sixth-floor water pressure.”
“L O L, aren't you hilarious?”
“I have articles to write and some editing to do, but as long
as I have my lap top it shouldn't be a problem.”
“Things are real different, huh?”
“Ya think? From sharing Ramen in our dorm room to you inviting
me over for long weekends at the palace...”
“It's not a palace.”
“Might as well be.”
“Did I tell you? I got accepted to the MFA program. I start in
the fall.”
“Just what Southern Florida needs. Another writer.”
Her words were sour but Bianca knew how proud her friend was of her.
“You're a writer.”
“I'm a journalist. Far more practical. Or at least, I thought
it would be. Turns out, I'd been better off majoring in Latin and
other dead languages. What are you gonna do when you can't spend
every waking minute sitting around the palace? Who will clean? Who
will move things around so it looks like people actually live there?”
“Hush. We live there. I live there. Actually, Esteban
wants to hire a maid.”
“A maid's daughter with a maid. That is either poetic justice
or the most screwed up thing I've ever heard. I'm not sure. Let me
think about it for a minute. OH! He could hire your mom. That would
put it squarely in the most fucked up thing ever category.”
Bianca rolled her eyes and shook her head.
“Ohhhh... wait! Is the maid position a live in gig? If so, I'm
applying. I'll be your Alice. Your Mr. Belvedere. Your Rosie. Your
Lurch.”
Bianca laughed. “Yeah, yeah. Roger can take us by your place so
you can pack up some stuff.” She pulled out her phone and sent
a text to the driver, letting him know they were ready.
“Mmmmmm... speaking of Roger. He is quite delicious.”
“Roger isn't...” Bianca cut herself off. There was no way
to finish that sentence without lying.
“Right. Tall. Built like a Norse God. All yummilicious with
those freckles and that sexy ass scar on his face? Tell me again what
Roger isn't?” A mischievous smile split Rachel's face.
“On the menu. He works for my husband. Don't you go after him.”
Esteban insisted that he was just a driver, but the way Roger moved
suggested military training, which further suggested that he was
really a body guard of sorts.
“Ohhhhhh.... forbidden fruit!”
The sleek black Town Car drove up to the curb in front of them.
“Hush up and get in the car. You are such a...”
Roger was at her side, taking the bags and opening the door in one
swift move. Bianca let the sentence die and just glared at her
friend.
She turned to Roger, “We need to stop by Rachel's before we
head home. She'll be staying with me till Esteban gets back.”
“Yes ma'am.” He closed the door behind them and took the
driver's seat.
“And Rach, don't take forever. I have ice cream melting in this
bag. Just get what you need and come on.”
“Oh, I'll get what I need to come.” She said it loud
enough that Roger couldn't have helped but hear her. To his credit,
Bianca noticed, his eyes never left the road.
***
Bianca studied the huge purple dildo with its faux veins and its
balls discreetly hiding the large suction cup. The only thing Bianca
had used the thing for, thus far, was slapping it up against the
shower walls and giggling as it hung and bobbed.
When Rachel had forced her to buy it, Bianca had been mortified.
Doubly so when she suggested she learn to use it by watching porno.
No. She couldn't even. The very idea of something that size … It was beyond ridiculous.
Nope. What she needed was her best friend, a pint of ice cream and a
sappy rom com on DVD.
She stuffed the dildo back into the bottom of her drawer and threw a
robe on. What would they watch? Best to ask Rachel, she tended to be
pickier about movies.
Bianca slipped through the living room and straight
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