I.
It is cold tonight, I think as I watch the wind whip at the tails of Auryn's long, black leather coat as she stands on the poorly lit porch negotiating with the man standing in the doorway to the small ranch house. I wondered if his neighbors took notice of the Bentley parked outside of his house, and what they thought if they did notice. Auryn's car seemed out of place in this lower-middle class neighborhood. Perhaps they would think we were lost.
My eyes follow the outline of her black clad body as the two figures converse and my mind wanders back to the night when we met. My fiancé had called off the wedding after admitting he had been having an affair with my college roommate. Hurt and confused I wandered into the local lesbian bar. I had never thought of being with another woman, in fact it had always sickened me. But, the idea of another man disgusted me and I found myself thinking about lesbianism and becoming more and more curious.
And so after circling the block a few times to get my courage up I finally parked in the bar's parking lot. Ten minutes later, when my courage was up again, I shyly slunk into the bar. It was like every other bar I had ever been in except there was no guys to be seen anywhere. Without making eye contact with anyone I quietly found a table tucked away in a back corner to get my bearings. That was when I saw Auryn. She was clad in what looked like black leather from head to high heeled booted toe. She was an impressive woman with long, straight black hair that shimmered in even the low light and her eyes...they seemed to pierce my soul and lay bear my thoughts and most intimate desires.
I glanced away from her for what seemed like only a second. When I dared to look back up she was no longer by the bar, instead she was right in front of me holding a Killian's Red beer and a cocktail glass. She offered me the glass and I took it, humbly and softly saying thank you. "You looked like an amaretto sour type of girl." She said as she took a seat next to me, her eyes never ceasing to burrow into me as she moved. I knew right then that I was going home with her at the end of the night.
II.
The opening of my car door snapped me back to the present. I looked up and it was Auryn. I seductively slid both feet out of her Bentley and slowly stood up as if I were stepping onto a red carpet, just as she had taught me. "His name is Wesley, Wesley Rhoads." She whispered in my ear as I stood and smiled sweetly, as I noticed the yellow envelope in her hand. It looked like the ones in Miami Vice that various shady characters would use to pass money. As I walked towards the house I could hear her as she shut my car door, her heels clicking on the pavement as she circled the car to the driver's side.
I strode towards Mr. Rhoads walking seductively like a lingerie model, my metal stiletto heels clicking on his sidewalk as I put one foot directly in front of the other as I swayed my hips from side to side. The bitter winter wind nipped at my black, thigh high stocking clad legs and teased my nipples to erection under my maroon cocktail dress. My fur wrap flapped about my slender waist as I made eye contact for the first time with the man who had rented my body for the night. I heard Auryn get in the car and start the engine and in seconds she was pulling away from the curb as my heels softly thumped on the soft, ancient wood of Mr. Rhoads' porch.
III.
I slowly awoke naked in Auryn's arms, her own soft flesh pressing into my back as she spooned me. We had been dating for about two months and had officially become a couple. As I became more aware of my surroundings I could feel her hand on my crotch and two fingers buried in my pussy. She liked sleeping like that; she said it symbolized pride in ownership. I marveled at the change she had brought about in me; any guy try to objectify me like that and I'd get pissed...but when Auryn said it I felt treasured. I also thought about the men who had tried to convince me to shave, and how I refused. I wondered how I could resist them, but yet two days ago over breakfast she had simply said "I like shaved cunts" and I stopped eating and went into the shower and shaved my mound bald.
I felt her stir, and then her soft lips on my shoulder as she slowly awoke. "Morning, silly ass." She said.
"Mmm," I cooed in response, "good morning, Love." I shivered as she softly kissed my neck.
"What's for breakfast?"
"Your favorite." I answered, referring to eggs and cantaloupe.
