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Making Ends Meet...
Dave was conflicted. As he pulled into the high end apartment garage, he began thinking of the night and weekend ahead. Easing into his private parking spot near the elevator, he sat for a moment, the radio barely audible as he contemplated his options. The scheduled evening included a shower and cold beer to unwind before heading over to pick up Lisa for dinner at Rafael's. It was the happening place to eat. To be. To be seen. And Lisa was certainly part of that scene. She was a model of sorts. Tall, leggy, blonde and busty with a closet full of outfits to highlight her assets. She was not a model in the classic sense but her work was study and paid exceptionally well. She had made her contacts at the local chamber of commerce and rushed to the top of the list of models used to greet visiting dignitaries at the airport, CEOs looking to move their companies and patrons at the latest grand opening for high end night clubs and restaurants.
Turning the key, David stepped out of the new dark blue BMW and ambled to the elevator. Pressing the up arrow, he began to reflect on his time with Lisa. She was the third model he dated in the last year. Dated was not really the word for what they did. They were not exclusive, at least he wasn't, as he bounced around, back and forth with the lot while waiting for someone to grab his attention. Oh they were attractive and all. And more than willing to do whatever he wanted, afraid of being rejected and labeled difficult or snooty. The kiss of death in the closed world of modeling. Deep down, they were all too insecure for him. The door opened and he stepped in, hit the "9" button and watched blankly as the elevator rode to the top floor.
The doors opened silently as he stepped out into the hallway. Looking down the hallway towards his apartment, he saw the woman across the hall emerge from hers. She was making a lot of noise and seemed especially disjointed today. Dave had only barely noticed her before. They seemed to keep different hours and rarely saw each other. And they had never really spoken save for the occasional hello in passing. For perhaps the first time, he watched her. Actually watched her. And surveyed what he saw as she rushed towards him, her head down as she continued fumbling with her purse. She was of average height. Maybe 5'7" or 5'8" he guessed. Trim build, probably fit. Mid length dark blonde hair and average sized breasts held high in a tight fitting long sleeve shirt and every day jeans. She barely noticed him as she brushed by half way to the elevator. As he reached his door, Dave turned to see the woman as she stood at the elevator waiting for it to return. Her jeans seemed to hug her hips and frame her ass nicely. A nice round ass indeed. The doors opened as she stepped inside, turned, pushed a button and glanced up to see him watching her as the doors closed and she disappeared. And with that, she was gone. Dave shrugged his shoulders, as if to himself, then slid the key into the door.
Reflecting on the last 'date' with Lisa, he wondered if he was really up for it. The last time they went out, it was to a club. They danced, were seen by all the other pretty people in town and had a generally good time before returning to her place. He led her through the door and headed straight for her bar, pouring himself a scotch before plopping on the couch and turning on the TV. It was as if it was his place and not hers. She plopped down next to him and kissed him with what she thought was a passionate kiss. He might have used another word. She really wanted him. She always did. She slid her hand inside his shirt, rubbing his chest playfully before dropping her hand and rubbing his crotch aggressively through his slacks. His cock responded of course, thickening and swelling although he often wished he could turn it off. She slid down on her knees in front of him and proceeded to unbutton his belt, unzip his slacks and engulf his cock. She was enthusiastic to be sure. But skilled? Not so much. Dave laughed to himself at the thought. As much cock as this tramp has sucked, you would think she would be better at it. After she was done, he had made an excuse for needing to leave, zipping himself up and walking out without so much as a good night kiss.
Tossing his sport coat onto the couch, he walked to the kitchen to grab himself a beer and returned to the couch, grabbing the remote. The beer was cold and refreshing as he surfed along, looking for something to grab and hold his attention. He paused on a sports channel to see what teams were playing. Basketball, NBA. Looked like the Oklahoma City Thunder and the Houston Rockets. Could be a good game. Dave liked both teams and it seemed to be close and fast paced heading into the fourth quarter. Suddenly his phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, he could see it was Lisa and a sense of disgust came over him. In the end, he really was not up for another disappointing ending to another uninteresting evening. He just glanced numbly at the screen as the call went to voice mail. Fuck it. he would call her back in a few and make up some lame excuse and bail on the evening plans. He would rather watch the game and just chill.
The game was close with the lead changing back and forth as the game worked into the middle of the fourth quarter. And yet, he really was not watching the game. Dave's mind kept wandering back to the woman across the hall. The women with the nice ass. The neighbor he didn't even know. How could that be? How could he have a neighbor and not know her? He was a good looking man, easy going and friendly to all. But he had never really spoken to the woman before. Much less talked to her. Or even taken notice before. So why now? Whatever he thought. No need hooking up with a neighbor. If he thought his relationship with Lisa was awkward, he could only imagine a strained relationship with the woman across the hall.
He held the phone and hit the redial button... "Hello?" she answered with a hint of expectation in her voice.
"Hey Lisa, it's Dave. Look, I'm really not in the mood tonight OK? I had a shitty day (it was a lie but he hoped she would get the hint) and I'm really not in the mood for company. Maybe some other time".
"Dave, it's OK. We don't have to go out"". She left the comment hanging. "Why don't I just come over. Maybe I can help you feel better." Another pregnant pause. "You know, like last time. I can pick up a pizza and be over in thirty minutes. I even have a new dress I want to show you."
She was clearly not getting the hint. Time to be more blunt. "Look Lisa, I don't want any company tonight. Not even yours. Maybe another time. I don't know." And he hung up without waiting for a reply or another plea. Fuck her. He just didn't want to be with her. Not tonight for certain. Maybe never. He was done with her. And with that, he turned his attention back to the game...
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Dave was conflicted. As he pulled into the high end apartment garage, he began thinking of the night and weekend ahead. Easing into his private parking spot near the elevator, he sat for a moment, the radio barely audible as he contemplated his options. The scheduled evening included a shower and cold beer to unwind before heading over to pick up Lisa for dinner at Rafael's. It was the happening place to eat. To be. To be seen. And Lisa was certainly part of that scene. She was a model of sorts. Tall, leggy, blonde and busty with a closet full of outfits to highlight her assets. She was not a model in the classic sense but her work was study and paid exceptionally well. She had made her contacts at the local chamber of commerce and rushed to the top of the list of models used to greet visiting dignitaries at the airport, CEOs looking to move their companies and patrons at the latest grand opening for high end night clubs and restaurants.
Turning the key, David stepped out of the new dark blue BMW and ambled to the elevator. Pressing the up arrow, he began to reflect on his time with Lisa. She was the third model he dated in the last year. Dated was not really the word for what they did. They were not exclusive, at least he wasn't, as he bounced around, back and forth with the lot while waiting for someone to grab his attention. Oh they were attractive and all. And more than willing to do whatever he wanted, afraid of being rejected and labeled difficult or snooty. The kiss of death in the closed world of modeling. Deep down, they were all too insecure for him. The door opened and he stepped in, hit the "9" button and watched blankly as the elevator rode to the top floor.
The doors opened silently as he stepped out into the hallway. Looking down the hallway towards his apartment, he saw the woman across the hall emerge from hers. She was making a lot of noise and seemed especially disjointed today. Dave had only barely noticed her before. They seemed to keep different hours and rarely saw each other. And they had never really spoken save for the occasional hello in passing. For perhaps the first time, he watched her. Actually watched her. And surveyed what he saw as she rushed towards him, her head down as she continued fumbling with her purse. She was of average height. Maybe 5'7" or 5'8" he guessed. Trim build, probably fit. Mid length dark blonde hair and average sized breasts held high in a tight fitting long sleeve shirt and every day jeans. She barely noticed him as she brushed by half way to the elevator. As he reached his door, Dave turned to see the woman as she stood at the elevator waiting for it to return. Her jeans seemed to hug her hips and frame her ass nicely. A nice round ass indeed. The doors opened as she stepped inside, turned, pushed a button and glanced up to see him watching her as the doors closed and she disappeared. And with that, she was gone. Dave shrugged his shoulders, as if to himself, then slid the key into the door.
Reflecting on the last 'date' with Lisa, he wondered if he was really up for it. The last time they went out, it was to a club. They danced, were seen by all the other pretty people in town and had a generally good time before returning to her place. He led her through the door and headed straight for her bar, pouring himself a scotch before plopping on the couch and turning on the TV. It was as if it was his place and not hers. She plopped down next to him and kissed him with what she thought was a passionate kiss. He might have used another word. She really wanted him. She always did. She slid her hand inside his shirt, rubbing his chest playfully before dropping her hand and rubbing his crotch aggressively through his slacks. His cock responded of course, thickening and swelling although he often wished he could turn it off. She slid down on her knees in front of him and proceeded to unbutton his belt, unzip his slacks and engulf his cock. She was enthusiastic to be sure. But skilled? Not so much. Dave laughed to himself at the thought. As much cock as this tramp has sucked, you would think she would be better at it. After she was done, he had made an excuse for needing to leave, zipping himself up and walking out without so much as a good night kiss.
Tossing his sport coat onto the couch, he walked to the kitchen to grab himself a beer and returned to the couch, grabbing the remote. The beer was cold and refreshing as he surfed along, looking for something to grab and hold his attention. He paused on a sports channel to see what teams were playing. Basketball, NBA. Looked like the Oklahoma City Thunder and the Houston Rockets. Could be a good game. Dave liked both teams and it seemed to be close and fast paced heading into the fourth quarter. Suddenly his phone rang. Glancing at the caller ID, he could see it was Lisa and a sense of disgust came over him. In the end, he really was not up for another disappointing ending to another uninteresting evening. He just glanced numbly at the screen as the call went to voice mail. Fuck it. he would call her back in a few and make up some lame excuse and bail on the evening plans. He would rather watch the game and just chill.
The game was close with the lead changing back and forth as the game worked into the middle of the fourth quarter. And yet, he really was not watching the game. Dave's mind kept wandering back to the woman across the hall. The women with the nice ass. The neighbor he didn't even know. How could that be? How could he have a neighbor and not know her? He was a good looking man, easy going and friendly to all. But he had never really spoken to the woman before. Much less talked to her. Or even taken notice before. So why now? Whatever he thought. No need hooking up with a neighbor. If he thought his relationship with Lisa was awkward, he could only imagine a strained relationship with the woman across the hall.
He held the phone and hit the redial button... "Hello?" she answered with a hint of expectation in her voice.
"Hey Lisa, it's Dave. Look, I'm really not in the mood tonight OK? I had a shitty day (it was a lie but he hoped she would get the hint) and I'm really not in the mood for company. Maybe some other time".
"Dave, it's OK. We don't have to go out"". She left the comment hanging. "Why don't I just come over. Maybe I can help you feel better." Another pregnant pause. "You know, like last time. I can pick up a pizza and be over in thirty minutes. I even have a new dress I want to show you."
She was clearly not getting the hint. Time to be more blunt. "Look Lisa, I don't want any company tonight. Not even yours. Maybe another time. I don't know." And he hung up without waiting for a reply or another plea. Fuck her. He just didn't want to be with her. Not tonight for certain. Maybe never. He was done with her. And with that, he turned his attention back to the game...
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