Page 2 of Three Not-So-Little Words
“Are you sure? We can do a quickie.”
“Quicker than that?”
I know some guys don’t last long. That’s fine. A quick fuck can be ridiculously hot. But at least put your best foot forward in foreplay and pretend to care about your partner’s pleasure. And don’t be an arrogant asshole. He’s zero for three, so I don’t care if I bruise his delicate ego.
My quip is enough to get him up and putting his pants back on. I start to do the same, and I can feel Mick’s eyes on my ass.
“When do you come back to town?” He asks. “I’d love to see you again.”
“No idea. Probably not for a while.” I hand him his shoes to hurry this show along.
Moments later, I am closing the door behind him and double bolting both the locks.
As soon as I’m alone, I walk over to my suitcase and pull out my vibrator.
“Hello, old friend.”
Eight hours later, I’m standing in line, waiting to go through airport security. With the amount of traveling I do for work, I wonder how much of my life I’ve wasted in these lines.
Probably days.
When it’s my turn, I step up to the conveyor belt and set my carry-on down to send it through the x-ray machine. There are two agents watching the monitors–one man and one woman. The man’s eyes bounce from me to the screen and back again.
I know exactly what he’s looking at.
My vibrator.
My large cock-shaped vibrator. Usually, I keep my sex toys in my luggage that goes under the plane, but this morning, I was so pressed for time that I almost forgot it–hence why I shoved it into my carry-on on my way out the door. I wasn’t about to leave my $150 orgasm inducer behind.
When my bag pops through the other side of the machine, he pulls it to the side and unzips it. When he pulls out the toy and holds it up, you’d think I’d be embarrassed.
Nope.
I’m a sexual woman with needs. That’s nothing to be embarrassed about.
The guy looks me up and down and cocks an eyebrow. I’ve had enough of asshole men at the moment. Today is not the day, bud.
I point my finger at him. “Don’t look at me like that. If more ofyourkind knew how to find a g-spot, we wouldn’t need things like that.”
The lady behind me adds, “Amen, sister.”
He looks taken back by my words and looks over to his female coworker.
She gives him a knowing look and a nod. Without any more questions, he zips my bag back up and ushers me through.
I snatch it up and say, “Go home and buy your wife some flowers. Then, spend the rest of the night with your face between her thighs.”
I just get to my gate when my phone rings. I see it’s my boss, Rhonda.
“What’s up, Big Red?” I answer.
“Really? Again, with the Big Red? I tried being a redhead for a month, and you’ll never let me live it down.”
“Before, it referred to your hair. Now, it refers to the shade your face turns when I call you Big Red.”
She laughs. “Did you make it to the airport on time?”
“More or less. Security was a pain as usual.”
