Page 118 of Dubious Match
“They’re so sweet,”Aimee gushes, not noticing my discomfort. “We’re going out again this weekend. We clicked really well. Thank you so much for putting together the mixer. Are you okay? I couldn’t believe the gunshots I heard!”
My phone was flooded with voicemails, missed calls, and my email was full of messages worried about me. It was a lot to wade through, so I returned the calls and emails that I could after my heat. I still have a lot to go through, and it’s overwhelming.
I love knowing that so many people are concerned about my wellbeing. It means that I’ve cast a positive light on the world. It’s all I’ve ever wanted to do.
“I’m much better, thank you. It was rough for a while. All I wanted to do was put on a really good event that fostered connections. It looks like I managed that,” I say.
It’s the most professional thing I can think to say at the moment.
“I’m so glad. Is it going to put you off of events?”Aimee asks worriedly. “I’ve been telling all of my friends about how amazing it was. I’m still telling them they should go see you to use your dating app.”
“I honestly don’t know when I’ll do another like this,” I admit. “It’ll definitely have to be next year as it takes a lot of planning, and the person responsible for hurting me is still at large. Those men were just her muscle. However, I would be more than happy to help your friends. We could even set up a group meeting if that’s easier for them. I could set up an open house at my office.”
“Oh I love that idea. Yes. Do you think we could manage it before the holidays? Or is that asking too much?”she asks.
“Let me see…”
I hit the mute button as I give into a low moan.
“Fuck,” I hiss. The sucker on my clit is no longer vibrating on a low setting, it’s also sucking. Whimpering as my pussy gushes, I check my calendar and think about the trip to see the guys’ parents.
There’s still three weeks until Christmas. I can put something together here at the office and decorate with snacks and drinks for next week. I only put her on mute so that I could give into how good I’m beginning to feel. My thighs even feel warm and my toes tingle.
It’s not enough to make me come, but I’m definitely starting to feel high.
Unmuting the phone, I say, “I can schedule it in for December tenth. Would that work?”
“It should… Let me send this to the group chat. One second, I’m so sorry,”Aimee murmurs.
I don’t mind, I know how busy other people get with the holidays. Work parties, friend cookie and gift exchanges, they allplay a part in the excitement of it all. I can hear her texting as I wait, and I wince as my fingers curl into the arms of my chair.
“Yes, that’s perfect. They’re really excited. Can we have a theme?”she asks.
My lips twitch despite my discomfort. Of course we need a theme. She’s in her early twenties, and I’ve seen her social media. The omega lives for dressing up.
“Of course we can. Do you have any ideas?” I ask.
“Silver and gold,” she decides. I should have something in my closet that’ll fit that without an issue. “Thankyou so much, Hollis. I’m totally coming with them for moral support.”
Chuckling, I have to admit that it sounds like fun. “Perfect, I’ll see you then.”
Saying goodbye, I put it into my calendar and hit save. Standing, I try to walk it off, but instead the tingles spread over my body. I don’t know what I need other than needing to come. Taking a cleansing breath, I curse the diabolical toy inside of me.
In theory, it’s a great idea. It’s curved to hit my g-spot, comfortable to sit and move with, and the clitoral portion of it isn’t annoying or hard. However, having four alphas controlling this thing from their offices is going to slowly drive me insane.
“I swear to god, I’m making one of them fuck me during my lunch hour if they don’t let me come,” I mumble.
My body sways as if it’ll make me feel better, but there’s no way to get away from the constant stimulation. Instead, the internal part begins to push and thrust inside of me, as if it knows that I’m trying to ease the pressure.
Fuck me sideways.
As the door opens, I decide that someone in the cosmos must be laughing at me. Glancing over, I see that it’s Aisling. That’s lovely.
“Hi,” I say with a smile. “What brings you over this way?”
I’m wearing flat boots today with my sweater dress, and I walk over to the living room area, hoping that the cushion helps.
“I haven’t been able to see you with everything that happened,” she says with a frown. “You look okay.”
