Page 1 of Alpha-hole Orc

One

Bria

My alarm blares at 6 am and I groan, hitting the snooze button.

I stretch across my silk sheets, the smooth fabric sliding over my bare skin.

Time for a shower.

The water jolts me awake and I lather my body, suds trailing down my deep brown skin.

After blow drying my hair into voluminous curls, I slip into an elegant dress, accentuating my curves. A girl’s gotta use what she’s got.

At the office, my team’s waiting in the conference room. “Morning everyone. Did we land the Mc Alister account?”

One of my associates shifts nervously.

“We’ll get the next one,” my assistant reassures.

“You’re damn right we will.” I take a deep breath, smoothing my dress. “Now. Let’s talk strategy.”

My team dives in, ideas flying.

* * *

That evening, I curl up on my couch. I flip through dating apps, swiping left on every photo. A familiar restlessness simmers inside me. I crave intimacy, but men are so dull, lacking passion or depth. Maybe I’m too much for them to handle.

If I can’t find a lover to satisfy me, I’ll just do it myself.

I unclasp my bra, massaging my breasts, rolling my nipples between nimble fingers. Slick pools between my legs as I slide off my panties.

I press a vibrator against my clit, hips jerking at the sensation. “Oh God…”

I plunge two fingers inside my wet pussy, curling them against my g-spot. I’m so close already, inner walls pulsing.

I rub myself faster, chasing that high. “Yes, yes!”

My orgasm bursts and I cry out, back arching. I ride the waves of pleasure, body trembling.

Breathless, I collapse onto the couch.

* * *

The next morning, I wake up in my bed, still naked under the silk sheets.

I stretch with a satisfied groan, muscles pleasantly sore. After two orgasms, I slept like the dead.

My phone buzzes with a text from my best friend, Lisa. “Coffee date today?”

I text back, “Yes, sounds perfect!”

Lisa’s been my rock through every failed date and relationship. She knows me better than anyone.

We meet at our favorite café. We chat over lattes and pastries, discussing work, family and our futile dating lives. With Lisa, I can be fully myself.

Our coffee date flies by too quickly. We exchange hugs again, making plans for a girls’ night this weekend, hanging out in our pajamas like the old days.

As I head to the office, I feel warm and content.

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