(Arata)
"Oh! Sweet sweet Mercy. Really? The god of the internet has chosen you to meet him? I can’t believe it," Stella yelled at the top of her lungs when I told her that I was going to meet Twisted Rider the next day.
"Yeah! He texted me when I was in the office," I answered munching on some popcorn as we got ready to watch a movie. My comfy floral pyjamas were on and my lap had a bucket of cheese popcorn.
Stella flopped beside me, forgetting all about the movie. She even lifted her eyes from her phone which she loved even more than her boyfriend. I always teased that she was married to her phone.
Her eyes shone with lusty excitement, "Tell me everything." She rubbed her hands together,
I laughed at her reaction, popping another popcorn into my mouth. "You have a boyfriend."
"That’s why I am living through you. Please! Don’t deny me that. He is my ultimate crush." She gave me cute cat eyes, her hands clasped together.
"Fine, but you are going shopping with me tomorrow. Help me choose what I am going to wear."
"It’s a deal. By the time I am done priming you up, girlie, you will be the most stunning woman," she excitedly asked while leaning closer and mischievously whispering almost drooling all over my popcorn.
"I hope he gives you the best sex of your life, not the five-minute vanilla pounding you had with that king of the fucking jesters who had a dysfunctional cock."
Stella never liked Andy and she never missed a chance to tell me how much she detested him, now that he showed his true colours.
Sex with Andy was never interesting and he never lasted more than 10 minutes, always saying I turned him on so much that he couldn’t hold it longer.
But now I understand those were just excuses.
"This girl is looking forward to it, Stella. I want to get laid with someone who is all hard muscles and makes my mouth salivate." Personally, I wished for a man who was strong enough to pick me up and last a while so I could find my relief, too. Someone who would overwhelm me and pound into me like there was no tomorrow.
"He is exactly that and you deserve it." Stella snatched her popcorn bucket from the table and sank onto the lounger beside me with a stupid grin on her face.
I wistfully sighed.
Grabbing the remote she turned on the flatscreen. The biggest one Baba could find had been installed in my living room. He insisted on spoiling me irrespective of my insistence on buying my own stuff.
’They are just gifts from us, you have a whole life to buy what you want,’ he had lovingly said.
I internally smiled, remembering my parents; at times, I felt to be the luckiest girl in the world to have such a loving and understanding family.
My smile turned sour when Stella asked the next question.
"How is your boss?"
I scratched the back of my head while scrunching my nose.
"Haughty, proud, insufferable, cold, the devil incarnate. The man’s pride can surpass the whole Himalayas."
Stella buckled under laughter that escaped her throat.
"Believe me, Ara, all bosses are like that. It’s your first time working under one which makes you have such views. Work for a year or two and you will get used to it." She patted my head.
"My Baba was not like that, nor is my mom. He had me make his coffee thrice and still didn’t drink it," I complained with a click of my tongue.
"Mr and Mrs Zyair are an exception. They are angels in this world. See my mom, no employee can even speak freely in her presence, even dad is afraid of her," she chuckled, placing her head on my shoulder.
"And you won’t be any different. Aunt Huria is never unjust though." I loved Aunt Huria; she was tough but hysterically funny, and I loved her company.
"She is my role model. Our parents are amazing." She clicked play, and the Titanic movie began to play. This was the 30th time she was watching it with me but had such excitement oozing out of her as if it was her first time. I didn’t mind because that smile on her face was precious to me.
"I can’t agree more."
The movie started and silence fell between us as we got engrossed.
***
The next day was Saturday. As promised Stella and I went shopping to choose the perfect attire. After trying on tens of dresses at ’Modinas’, Stella and I finally settled on an electric blue bodycon dress which rested just above my knees. It fitted and accentuated each of my curves in a bold vibe. We matched silver long strappy stilettos which covered my lower legs like vines. I loved them, they were my dream shoes.
For lingerie, I chose a teal-blue front closure bralette made from pure lace. The front hook had jewels studded in it. Smooth and sexy. It gripped my breasts under the dress and shaped them to perfection.
Stella peppered my cheeks with soft pink but made my lips bold with a nude mulberry shade.
I refused to wear a wig since my eye area would be covered with the jewelled mask crafted from the finest of satin in a royal blue shade. The rhinestones and peacock feathers had been used to decorate it with ribbons to hold it in place. She half-tied my hair with hair pins, styling them so they stayed away from my face but let my curls flow on my back. They contrasted so well with my dress.
Stella stood me in front of my vanity and said with delight dancing in her eyes.
"You are a stunner, girl, now go get some wild sex. I am sure he won’t be able to keep his eyes off you."
"I bet." I turned to have a proper look at myself.
"Call me if anything goes wrong but I am sure you can handle yourself."
My cab was here so she ushered me out as I shoved the mask in my azure blue clutch. That would be needed while entering the club.
Taking a deep breath, I hugged Stella, she wished me luck, and I left my apartment with my overcoat wrapped snugly around my body.
It was time for some adventure.
Shhh! Don’t tell my parents.