Desire without Rules {short stories}

Chapter 4

Jada Bennett’s POV

My relationship with Jeff was one based on s*x with no strings attached. We were just f*****g, satisfying each other when it was necessary. It was all just physical.

This led me to my next question. Why the hell was I feeling weird over seeing him with his red-haired b***h?

Jeff had explained to me that she was one of the girls he had strictly physical dealings with which meant I wasn’t the only one. I don’t know why I thought I was the only one.

He was free to f**k as many women as he pleased without feeling shitty about it because what we had wasn’t an official relationship yet I managed to make him feel shitty about it by telling him to f**k himself and walking out of his house dressed like a slutty cop.

I couldn’t afford to lose Jeff because he was the last glimmer of hope I had in having a healthy s*x life yet somehow when I got back to my room, I sent a text to him breaking it off for good.

His reply made me feel more like the fool I was. He replied with a single K like I meant nothing. What was one less ass after all? He had so many options, especially his red-haired b***h.

Fuck him! f**k his red-haired b***h! And f**k whoever else still has the luxury of enjoying his perfectly good d**k!

I considered smashing most of the stuff in my room. Most of them were mine and it wasn’t like my roomies would miss their s**t since they barely stuck around.

Just then, my phone beeped.

Jeff!

I rushed for the phone, unlocked it with my print, and sighed in disappointment. It wasn’t Jeff. It was the weird girl from the roof, Khloe. We had made out there and it was amazing, especially with the trip and all but that was a one-time thing and she should have known that.

Are you free tonight?

I stare at her text for a moment trying to think of a reasonably satisfying reply. I was free of course but I wasn’t going to tell her that little piece of information until I was sure of the reason she was asking in the first place.

Depends. I pushed the send button.

A bubble popped up at the corner to show she was typing. I was about to toss my phone aside and transform into a female version of Wreck-It Ralph when my phone chimed.

There’s a s*x party. Are you in?

I stared at her message for a while. It was as if the gods had sent a hail mary as a last-minute fix for my current predicament. A s*x party. Getting naked and nasty with strangers that wanted just the same thing I did. To f**k, f**k, and f**k…

With unsteady hands, I told her that I was in and she should send the deets.

“Yes!” I screamed gloriously.

Oh yes, yes. Finally some action.

I had to look my best for the party. The dress code of every s*x party was the good old-fashioned birthday suit and there was no better way to get it sparkly than with a spa treatment.

The last-minute appointment worked only because the receptionist knew who I was. She fixed me in for the last slot.

“Miss Bennett, will you be taking the full treatment as usual?”

“You know it, Blair,” I said before ending the call.

The spa building felt like a temple to me. It was one of the few places I could find peace and comfort just by stepping foot through the front door. There was just something deeply relaxing about being within its walls.

I had a professional manicure and pedicure job done and a deep exfoliation. My skin was getting too gloomy recently and I noticed the glow after the scrub was taken off.

I left the most important part for last- waxing.

I hadn’t waxed in a month and even though I had tried not to think about it, I felt like a wild beast. It was only after the ridiculous hairs had been completely removed that I felt like myself again.

In the individual changing room especially for exclusive customers, I stood naked in front of the gigantic mirror that took an entire wall. My creamy body glowed and there wasn’t a wrinkle to be seen. I nodded in satisfaction. I knew I was ready.

Sex party… Here we go!

I rode an Uber to the location wearing a velour garment. There was nothing underneath and I wasn’t sure if the driver was aware or not but he kept giving me funny looks through the mirror.

He stopped in front of a gated mansion. The tall shrubbery and gate were an effective shield stopping anyone outside from seeing whatever was happening within its walls. It was quite impressive.

I walked up to the gate, put on the bunny mask I had taken along with me, and pushed the green button on the intercom.

“State your name and your business.” A choppy voice said from the device.

“Bunny,” I said as an afterthought. It would be a mistake to use my real name. “I’m here for the party.”

“Ash, that’s like the 28th bunny so far. Sick!” The voice sounded human finally. “Shhhh… Get in character, you idiot.” Another voice chided.

“Sorry, my bad.” The voice responded. “Ahem, can I see your ID?” It was robotic once again.

I stood there for a while trying to understand what he meant by ID. They didn’t expect people to show up to a s*x party carrying their actual ID, did they?”

“I’m waiting Bunny 29.”

I gritted my teeth. “I’m not with my f*****g ID. It’s a s*x party for f**k sake. I’ve been standing here freezing my goddamn ass off for ten minutes just so I can get in so if you aren’t letting me in then tell me so I can f**k off.” I took a breath. “What do you need an ID for anyway?”

“You nincompoop!” The second voice bawled. “I told you they wouldn’t get the ID bit.”

There was some argument and a little static but finally, the robotic voice said, “I mean show us what you’re packing.”

Stupid fuckin’ imbeciles! You should have just said so…

I pushed the garment aside revealing my t**s. There was a long whistle from the intercom.

“Holy s**t!” The robotic voice bellowed. “Why come on in.”

With that, the gate opened.