buried myself under. Rolling over onto my back, I purse my lips together and give Rachel my best ‘go-to-hell’ look.
“You want me up; then you have exactly five minutes to get a cup of coffee in my hands.” I throw my legs over the edge of the bed and just dangle them there. Rachel leaves the room, and I hear her rattling around in the kitchen; thank God she took me seriously.
Looking behind me, I see the remnants of last night’s surprise orgasm on the sheets. The memory of the dream floods over me, and I have to shake my head to get back to reality. I stand up and make my way to the bathroom. Turning the faucet on, I splash my face to clear the cobwebs… and the thoughts of two cocks at once.
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee finally makes its way into the bedroom, followed seconds later by Rachel. Thank heaven. She opens her mouth, and I hold my hand up, stopping her from saying anything. I take the coffee mug from her, breathe in the goodness, and gingerly take a sip. Then another, and another. Once I have about a quarter of the dark brew in my system, I open up the floor again.
“So, why the hell do we have to do this so damn early anyway?” I’m awake now, but still not happy yet.
“Two and a half hours on the road means we won’t get there until about noon. Based on how quickly you’re getting ready, it could be even later. I’ll give you eight minutes for a shower before I come dump ice cold water on you. Chop, chop,” she says, clapping her hands. “Let’s get going. I’ve got Daddy’s Palladium card and his blessing to buy us whatever we want.”
“Wait, what? You’re paying for everything?” She grins and nods her head like one of those bobble-head dolls on a dashboard. “Well, shit, in that case.” I suddenly perk up and start stripping.
“That’s more like it. Now hurry up.” She grabs the watch on her wrist. “You’re down to seven and a half minutes. The ice water threat still stands.”
I’m in and out of the shower in under five minutes. Dried, brushed, and dressed in another ten. “I’ll do makeup on the road,” I say grabbing my travel bag and throwing it in my purse. After slipping on a pair of strappy sandals, I double check myself in the mirror and decide I look good enough for a day out in LA. “Can you shut the coffee pot off please and grab me a bottle of water?”
“Sure thing.”
Quickly, I grab the sheets off the bed and crumple them up as I run off to the laundry. Throwing them and a laundry pod into the washer, I select a sanitize cycle and press ‘start.’
“Macy?” Rachel calls out from the front door.
“Yeah, I’m coming.” Well, did last night, actually. “Just had to throw something in the wash before we left.”
We hop into Rachel’s Mustang and are off like a blast. “Starbucks puh-lease!” I mutter in between strokes of eyeliner. “That first cup was just to wake me up. Now, I need my ‘happy juice.’” She pulls into the free-standing unit six blocks from the house. Leaning over her in the car, I holler out the window, “Venti caramel macchiato, extra caramel, two sweeteners, four pieces of ice.”
“Geez, Macy. Picky much? Anything else, ‘your highness’?”
I give her a peck on the cheek, then turn back to the girl-in-a-box. “And a slice of banana nut bread too, please and thank you!”
Rachel pays and I’m in my own little happy place, nibbling on the fresh pastry and sipping on my nectar of the gods. “So, do you have any planned stops?” I mumble, tiny flecks of bread crumbling from the corner of my mouth.
“A full-service car wash with interior detail from the looks of it,” she smarts off as she glances at the edge of the passenger seat.
I brush the crumbs into her floorboard and stick my tongue out at her. “What-evs. So, Melrose Avenue then? Hit all the cool little vintage boutique spots? Betsey Johnson and maybe even…” I bite my lip and trail off.
“Maybe even what, Macy?” She’s smirking
“You want me up; then you have exactly five minutes to get a cup of coffee in my hands.” I throw my legs over the edge of the bed and just dangle them there. Rachel leaves the room, and I hear her rattling around in the kitchen; thank God she took me seriously.
Looking behind me, I see the remnants of last night’s surprise orgasm on the sheets. The memory of the dream floods over me, and I have to shake my head to get back to reality. I stand up and make my way to the bathroom. Turning the faucet on, I splash my face to clear the cobwebs… and the thoughts of two cocks at once.
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee finally makes its way into the bedroom, followed seconds later by Rachel. Thank heaven. She opens her mouth, and I hold my hand up, stopping her from saying anything. I take the coffee mug from her, breathe in the goodness, and gingerly take a sip. Then another, and another. Once I have about a quarter of the dark brew in my system, I open up the floor again.
“So, why the hell do we have to do this so damn early anyway?” I’m awake now, but still not happy yet.
“Two and a half hours on the road means we won’t get there until about noon. Based on how quickly you’re getting ready, it could be even later. I’ll give you eight minutes for a shower before I come dump ice cold water on you. Chop, chop,” she says, clapping her hands. “Let’s get going. I’ve got Daddy’s Palladium card and his blessing to buy us whatever we want.”
“Wait, what? You’re paying for everything?” She grins and nods her head like one of those bobble-head dolls on a dashboard. “Well, shit, in that case.” I suddenly perk up and start stripping.
“That’s more like it. Now hurry up.” She grabs the watch on her wrist. “You’re down to seven and a half minutes. The ice water threat still stands.”
I’m in and out of the shower in under five minutes. Dried, brushed, and dressed in another ten. “I’ll do makeup on the road,” I say grabbing my travel bag and throwing it in my purse. After slipping on a pair of strappy sandals, I double check myself in the mirror and decide I look good enough for a day out in LA. “Can you shut the coffee pot off please and grab me a bottle of water?”
“Sure thing.”
Quickly, I grab the sheets off the bed and crumple them up as I run off to the laundry. Throwing them and a laundry pod into the washer, I select a sanitize cycle and press ‘start.’
“Macy?” Rachel calls out from the front door.
“Yeah, I’m coming.” Well, did last night, actually. “Just had to throw something in the wash before we left.”
We hop into Rachel’s Mustang and are off like a blast. “Starbucks puh-lease!” I mutter in between strokes of eyeliner. “That first cup was just to wake me up. Now, I need my ‘happy juice.’” She pulls into the free-standing unit six blocks from the house. Leaning over her in the car, I holler out the window, “Venti caramel macchiato, extra caramel, two sweeteners, four pieces of ice.”
“Geez, Macy. Picky much? Anything else, ‘your highness’?”
I give her a peck on the cheek, then turn back to the girl-in-a-box. “And a slice of banana nut bread too, please and thank you!”
Rachel pays and I’m in my own little happy place, nibbling on the fresh pastry and sipping on my nectar of the gods. “So, do you have any planned stops?” I mumble, tiny flecks of bread crumbling from the corner of my mouth.
“A full-service car wash with interior detail from the looks of it,” she smarts off as she glances at the edge of the passenger seat.
I brush the crumbs into her floorboard and stick my tongue out at her. “What-evs. So, Melrose Avenue then? Hit all the cool little vintage boutique spots? Betsey Johnson and maybe even…” I bite my lip and trail off.
“Maybe even what, Macy?” She’s smirking
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