Kiss and tell

Note: I am not against it, but I want to state for information – this story is NOT LGBTQ story ;)

My dreamy eyes stared into the steam, shaking its translucent body into the air under my nose, as my hot chocolate filled my nostrils with the sweet scent of cocoa. I wrapped my fingers around my mug and went to plop on my sofa with my laptop in front of me, enjoying the warmth and the cozy feeling of being at my home.

The memories of his touch and his moves, hungry for more of me, were still keeping my red-colored lips lifted at the edges. He was a cook, and I doubted that I would ever forget the food he prepared for us tonight.

It was past midnight and the time to post my new photo in my blog and watch as my fans bombard me with their comments. I would never get tired of it. I was having the time of my life and getting paid for it. No one knew my real name is Amy and no one got a clear photo of how I looked, so I could keep my identity hidden.

Whatever I did under the name Allura stayed a secret. Most evenings, I was sharing every hot, juicy detail of my latest completed challenge. It was what I was doing this night too, as my long nails tapped over the keyboard.

"Here is the kiss you all have been waiting for. He was very yummy," was what I wrote as a comment above a photo I had taken while making out with my date two hours ago.

After I hit the button to post it, I took a sip of my warm beverage, grinning at myself. I never believed in love. It was what made things easier for me. Dating many guys, but having only one-night stands. They got to be with me, I had my fun with them. Then, while I was still aroused from my intimate moment with the man, I blogged every detail of our time together as a short story.

My fans got to pick who I will go out with next...and when I post the kissing picture for proof, they paid. I wasn't perfect, nor shy. There were some rules, of course. I would never date a married man, and the guy must be nice and good-looking. I was no homewrecker and no courtesan. I couldn't date just anyone, he had to be attractive.

Another rule was to never go out with the same man twice. It would just ruin the one-night stand thing and the feeling of being with someone for the first time. The sex part was not a must, but the kiss was. I had to make a photo where I would be dressed in what my blog fans picked and where they could clearly see the face of the man they ordered. My features were always hidden enough to keep my identity a secret.

"Damn, you did it again!" An anonymous person placed the first comment under my new photo.

"Is there a man you can't attract?" Another one asked.

"I still vote for the guy I offered the last time. Date him, please!" No_joker wrote and I smiled wider.

"Great! I was thinking about your short story all day!" DoItIfYouDare posted.

"Guys, let's vote again. We must give her food for the next story." LonelyTree pushed the others.

"Yeah, I will pay to see her in a white top and black jeans. Need to see her with a girl. Ha! Can you do that, Allura?" Evil_mind commented and my smile dropped.

Was he kidding me? I never said that I was bisexual.

"Girl! Girl! Girl!" An anonymous person wrote.

"I know just the girl. She is a senior in my school. I will post the details." HornyGuy05 pushed his idea and I had to leave my mug on the table so that I didn't drop it by accident.

"I still vote for the guy from the last time..." No_joker commented.

I bit my pointer finger, as I read how they were voting for me to date the same sex. I knew it was going to happen one day, but I wasn't gay. Staring into my laptop in the dim light of my small living room, I felt my heart racing from the adrenaline. The cozy sofa was bought last month with money, I made from my blog. The cute table and the flat TV on the snow-white wall before me were also here because of my secret dates.

I lived well and got all I needed without working anywhere. I slept until late and was buying the clothes I wanted for half a year now. I felt no remorse. I did not force anyone to be with me. They did not pay to be with me and I had no further relationship with those guys. I was no hooker. I was just accepting a challenge that would not harm anyone.

Why stop now?

"I will buy the perfect white top tomorrow, Evil_mind," I finally answered, biting my bottom lip in the darkness of my sweet little apartment. "Just don't think that I will start dating both sexes from now on. It is a one-time thing!"

Many new comments followed and few young women were offered with their pictures from social media posted on my blog for my fans to vote. I meant what I said. No other girls, but the one they choose tonight - and the winner was the schoolgirl.

I stared at her smiling face, eyelids closed as she had her hands high in the air. She had climbed somewhere, and I could see the city from way above, enveloped in a thin fog. She was pretty and skinny like a model. Her long blond hair was waved from the wind like in a shampoo commercial. In another photo, her optimistic naive eyes were raised towards the sky, and she was again up in the air, but supported by two other girls - all dressed in red and white cheerleader uniforms.

I got up and went to the big simple mirror I had on my wardrobe in my tiny bedroom. Staring at myself, I imagined how I would look in the clothes they picked for me. I pulled my hairband, letting my wild black hair fall all the way to my waist. Then placing my hands on both sides of my torso, I slid them down my perfect figure, feeling confident I could win a kiss from anyone. Even from this schoolgirl.

I finished school a year ago in a totally different city. Here schools were modern and with lots of cameras. I just had to figure out a way to meet her outside. That was the real challenge for me before every date.

Part of me was fighting the fact that I was nineteen years old and this girl was seventeen. I was playing with fire, but if I only kissed her for the pic, everything would be fine. I could act friendly all the time and still get my money from the challenge.

Who would know, right?

I chatted with my two best friends while resting comfortably on the leather backseat of my taxi. The cheap coconut scent of the car was invading my nostrils, making me a bit nauseous. I hated coconut! One day I was going to buy my own car, I would use citrus or maybe Lilac.

The people outside my tinted window were in their usual uptight mode, crowding the sidewalks, making haste to reach their destination on foot. I needed the taxi today because I was feeling drained, but my fans agreed on my attire for the date and I needed to buy the clothes. I had barely slept, thinking of how would I make a girl, who is probably heterosexual, to hook up with me. This was insane! Definitely a real challenge!

A message came to my phone, announced by a short beep. Stacy and Anna were texting me that they are already at the Mall, waiting for me. I was the only one running late. I grinned at how eager they were when it was about shopping. It was Saturday and all three of us were free in the morning...if you could call 10:30 AM a morning.

Stacy and Anna were the only two girls I became close with since I moved to this giant city. I met them in college on the first day. I lied to them about how I had money without working, but how could I possibly tell them I am dating people for money? Furthermore, I let them believe I inherited a lot more than just an old country house from my grandparents. One day, I would confess everything to them, but we knew each other for only half a year, and I did not want them poking at my personal business.

The taxi pulled to the big, but crowded parking lot of the Mall and I crawled out of the car. My simple skinny jean pants and a purple long-sleeved blouse comforted me in my lazy state. I needed some energy drink to convince my brain that I am not going to bed anytime soon.

Stepping on the fresh, still black asphalt, I was reminded that the large luxury building in front of me, was the new Mall in town. Many citizens were gathering here since the opening, just because it was a different place to be at. For me, it was the first time.

Walking with my cute white sneakers, my feet felt light and stable. I smiled at the thought that I bought them for a date a month ago. The guy was into jogging after work, so I had to look the part. I went to the park, and it was where we met. He was an easy target, I guess.

Before I could reach the front door, I was pulled from my memories when suddenly, a red Porsche appeared before me, almost hitting me while parking in front of me. Jumping back by reflex, I bumped into some small kid, knocking away its colorful plastic toy.

Glancing from the toy to the little tar-haired boy, and then to his mother, I felt so ashamed. I could sink into the ground from the way the child started crying, obviously frightened by the scary rude lady who invaded his space.

"Oh, fu-- I mean, I am so so sorry! Let me get your toy." I stuttered, as my cheeks became crimson red.

I made a few steps and leaned to get it, hoping that it wasn't broken. It will be a lot worse if I destroy some favorite belonging of the kid or something. Turning the colorful thing in my hand, I saw that it was a tiny robot.

"Look, it is not broken. Here it is, little guy. I am sorry!" I stretched my arm towards the - what seemed to be a three or four years old person, ignoring the few car whistles, complaining that we were blocking their way to the parking.

The boy stopped crying when the robot was in its hands again. I lifted my black irises towards his mother, who was wiping the wet cheeks of her child, and I stood up to face her. The apology was all over me, but when I opened my mouth to speak, she cut me off, raising her hand in the air between us.

"It is all okay! I saw what happened. It wasn't your fault." The chubby brunette said, reminding me of the Porsche.

I turned back to the Mall and there it was - the red car that almost hit me. It had a shaded glass, hiding its owner from me. Gathering all my fury, I was getting ready to make a scene in the parking when the driver came out. Just then, the left front door opened, and I prepared to yell at whoever this moron was.

Knowing how expensive this car was, I could imagine that its owner would be some rich prick, but when the tall guy crawled out of the car, my rage almost faded. He was like some movie star, like a model. With a cocky white smile on his tan face, he landed his cheerful ocean-blue irises on me. The fingers of his left hand tugged in his hair - chestnut in the roots, blonde on the tips, as he used his right one to close the door.

For a moment, I wondered if it was worth it to pick a fight with someone so intimidating. For sure, he would have the money and the power to ruin me if that is what he desired. On another side, I was in my right to be offensive with someone who almost hit me with his car. Loaded or not!

"Excuse me, you are blocking my way." He said to me ironically, and I was on fire again.

"Yeah? It seems like it is for the second time at the last minute. Are you going to try and hit me again?" I bit, crossing my arms on my chest.

He tilted his head on one side, looking adorably, but I was too pissed to care. Some people gasped around us, realizing just now that something tragic might have happened. I ignored them, keeping my eyes on this cocky stranger, not sure what exactly was my goal.

"Oh, come on! You are fine, aren't you?" He dared me, and I sighed loudly.

"I was lucky...or fast. What if it was this little boy here? Huh?" I looked back and pointed at the kid with the robot.

The rich guy's face dropped. He seemed in a lack of words, so smiling bitterly, I pushed further. I needed him to at least apologize. It did not matter to me how great he looked in his elegant white button shirt, nor how attractive his tight black pants normally would be for me, nor how attractive his hair looked, tilted on the left side of his face.

"You don't think that he would be as fast as me, right? What would you do if the worst happened? What would you say to his mother?" I raised my voice a little, feeling morbid as the memory of my four buried relatives clouded my vision.

I did not want to remember those moments. I even avoided thinking of my life before I came to this city. Tears threatened to fall from my eyes, so I pulled my sunglasses from the front pocket of my blouse and put them on. I did not want to appear weak in front of this guy. He wouldn't know why actually I was crying.

"I am sorry. I guess... I was reckless. I saw you and I knew that you will take just a step back and... I even thought you might find it funny." The rich guy finally found how to respond to my attack.

"Funny?!" I glared at him with my mouth open. "Are you mental?"

"I'm sorry. What more you want me to say, woman? Nothing happened." He remarked and there was no sign of his previous cheerful mood.

Deciding that I was just wasting my time here when my friends are waiting for me, I turned to the kid to apologize once more, and started towards the Mall, ignoring the cocky guy. Making haste, I moved through the front door, and welcomed the noise from the great number of customers around, concealing my rapid breathing, caused by the pain inside my chest.

"Hey! Wait!" The rich guy's voice sounded behind me.

Swallowing my tears before they could roll, I took a deep breath in and out to prepare myself for talking with the annoying man, who almost hit me with his car. I was near the stairs on the right side of the front door and needed to reach the fifth floor where my friends were surely losing their patience, waiting for me.

Glancing around, I was pleased that no one in this giant shiny and perfectly clean building, heard the rich guy calling me. Everyone seemed busy browsing the overpriced clothes, sparkling jewelries and pastries nearby. A line had formed for the elevators and under the Cinema sign. The air seemed deprived of oxygen, as fancy as this glass-walls building was. Instead, a mix of a number of perfumes was offered to my nostrils.

I licked my dry lips, remembering that I started this day all wrong and had no time for makeup. Then I turned to confidently stare at the guy through my sunglasses. My arms were crossed on my chest again, as I tilted my head to my left. My mouth formed a thin line before I pursed my lips, waiting for him to come and stand before me. I wanted to make sure that my body language tells him what I was thinking about his presence.

"Sorry. I just couldn't go on with my day if I don't at least buy you a coffee for the scare I have cost you." The rich man smirked when his tall figure was before me.

"Are you kidding me?!" I glared at him in surprise.

"No." He simply answered me as his lips lifted more on the right side.

"I don't drink coffee." I remarked and turned my back on him to start climbing the stairs.

"Wait! A cocktail then." His deep voice pleaded.

I shook my head without looking at him, as I moved up the stairs. He was unbelievable. Arrogant and annoying. I wasn't against random hook-ups, but he did not win me with his attitude.

"Is a cocktail something you would agree on?" He said as his tall body came next to me to climb the stairs.

"At this hour? I don't think so." I gave him a look over my sunglasses, raising my brows at his suggestion.

"You can have whatever you like. Okay? Let's not end things on a bad foot." He begged, but his voice was too deep to show any remorse.

I stopped climbing and removed my glasses. I bit my bottom lip, staring at his perfect face. His smirk returned as he licked his lips, responding to me. He was adorable, and he knew it, but I wasn't that easy.

"Look, it seems like you learned your lesson. You apologized. I am satisfied by that. No drinks needed." I stated, then turned to leave again, but his big palm grabbed my left wrist, stopping me.

My eyes automatically went to where our hands linked, then to his confident blue irises. I gaped at his boldness and he seemed to like that.

"You are in no way satisfied by me." His full lips almost whispered, recalling my rage.

I pulled my arm from his grip and basically ran up the stairs, glad that he did not follow me this time. When I had my back towards him, I couldn't help but smile, no matter how mad he made me feel again.

***

After buying more clothes than I planned to, Stacy and Anna dragged me to our usual spot. It was a small bar, but its location was perfect for all three of us because it was the crossing point from each of our apartments. Moreover, Stacy worked there as a bartender before I even knew her.

"Would you please hide those somewhere?" I gave Stacy my puppy eyes look, throwing my two shopping bags in her arms.

She shook her curly red head at me, but it wasn't the first time I did that. Her tough act was known by everybody, but inside she was the sweetest. Well, maybe only Anna was sweeter than her since she was like a cute, naive kitty in and out. I was beginning to love those girls. They cared for me and what I said was never ignored or critiqued by them. Both were pretty open with me, revealing even their dirty thoughts.

It made me a bit sad sometimes, knowing that I was hiding things from them. With time, it was getting harder and harder for me to share my secret and confess my real source of income.

"You are making this a habit, huh?" Stacy said with her British accent.

"Hey, I have no car. What am I supposed to do? Hug my bags while I am having a drink at the bar?" I countered, but bit my lips in a thin line to prevent my smile from growing, watching her playfully.

Stacy just giggled before showing me her back and disappearing behind the door with the Staff only sign. She was crazy attractive with her big perky boobs, and she wasn't even wearing a bra. Her usual way of dressing was like a metal band singer. Black was her color, only her tight shirts were in a different shade.

Whenever she removed her leather short jacket, she had all eyes under her chin as the customers were unable to move away their eyes from the way her perfect figure and round breasts were high-lightened by her delicate blouse. She was sexy and her British accent only added to it. Guys and girls stared at her every night while she was tending the bar, and she knew it.

"Toby said that he is not going to sing tonight. He is going out of town. Can you believe it? He didn't even tell me where." Anna complained, her ash-blonde hair falling around her cheeks, as she was still looking at her mobile.

I sighed, knowing that she was going to pout again over her boyfriend. I plopped on the bar chair next to hers and searched my brain for a compassionate answer. It was still early and in the bar I could spot only two people - one skinny suited man was working on his laptop, and one fifty-something man with mustache, who was staring at his mobile. Both of their faces were slightly illuminated by their screens, because of the lack of light in the bar. We were actually in some kind of basement level. The place provided a lot of intimacy for those who needed to hide behind their glass of alcohol, or to make out with someone on the overused wooden sofas. The wine colored covers on the seats and tables were typical for such an old place.

I rested my head on my left palm, and my elbow on the cool counter, my fingers digging in my dark hair. I wanted Anna to feel better, but the guy she picked was not that into her lately. I needed to tell her that, but when I looked at her sad face, I just ignored that urge and kept on saying that maybe he was busy or something happened. This time I went with another suggestion.

"You know him. Maybe he drank too much last night and forgot to tell you that he is going somewhere." I bit my lower lip, raising my eyebrows at the innocent expression she gave me.

"Then why didn't he tell me today? He could at least call, instead of messaging me." Anna pouted, pursing her lips, as her green irises stared at me with hope.

"Um, he might be hungover. It won't be the first time. He wouldn't like to talk when he isn't feeling well." I waved my right hand in the air while talking.

"Yeah, sounds like him." She bent her head and her big nose pointed again towards her mobile.

"What happened again?" Stacy walked behind the bar and leaned towards us, her honey-color eyes going from Anna to me.

"Toby." The blonde and I said in unison.

It was enough of an answer for Stacy. She sighed loudly and moved away to pour a drink for our pouting friend. While I had a fruit cocktail, after all, I told them about the rich prick who almost hit me with his Porsche. No matter that I got slightly angry again when I explained what happened, the redhead and the blonde kept on asking if he was cute, how he was dressed, how he looked at me before I ran away from him up the stairs.

Some time later, I asked Stacy for my bags, filled with my new clothes. I needed to go home and prepare for my latest blog challenge; the schoolgirl, named Melanie. I planned to put on my new clothes, and go near her school. After that I might have to follow her to see what her routine is, and meet her another day, but if a right moment presents itself - I was going to try my luck today itself.