Lost Between Her Thighs

Night With The Girls

Patricia Smith slammed her fist on the dresser in her richly decorated Mexican room. Her eyes were blazing with anger as she argued on the phone with her husband, Ryan Smith. "How dare you question what I'm doing with my life?" she spat.

"All those years I stayed for the kids to grow up and gain independence, all those years I turned a blind eye to your infidelities, and you think you can still control me now?"

Ryan's voice was calm and condescending on the other end of the line. "Woman, you are my wife until I decide to divorce you. And I hear rumours of how you're bringing young men to my house."

Patricia's laughter was cold and mirthless. "I built this house with you, Ryan. And until you refund my contribution, I own it as much as you. Besides, I'm not the one who's been cheating on our marriage for years."

The argument continued to escalate until Patricia finally ended the call, her anger and frustration boiling over. She took a few deep breaths, trying to calm herself down, before beginning to apply makeup to her face.

Just as she was finishing up, there was a light tap on the door. Patricia's friend, Emily, poked her head in. "I could hear your voice from downstairs. It's Ryan that's pissing you off again?"

Patricia turned to face Emily, and a wry smile appeared on her face. "That man has been pressing my buttons since he took me out of my father's house when I was 18. I swear, he thinks he owns me."

Emily sat down in the chair facing the mirror, adjusting her hair. "So, are you ready for tonight? We're going to paint the town red, girl."

Patricia turned sideways, air-kissing Emily on both cheeks. "Let's forget about unimportant things. I'm ready to go out and have some fun. And I have just the thing to take my mind off Ryan."

Emily's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Before we go out, tell me about this new man who ate your coochie in your office. I want to hear all about it."

Patricia giggled, a sly smile spreading across her face. "Why do you think I feel alive and ready to go to the club now? Emily, he threw me down on the office table and made me c*m twice in twenty minutes."

Emily's eyes widened in surprise and excitement. "So this is the time we take care of your threesome fantasy. You know we both have wanted this for a long time, and we promised to do it with someone who will make it count."

Patricia laughed, her head thrown back. "Emily, you're just a slut. I have not even finished telling you about this man, and you're already thinking of using him to fulfil your fantasies."

Emily grinned. "Patty, it's our fantasy. Don't act as if you're not happy that I brought it up. Plus, look at the icing on the cake in our adventure: we get to have a threesome in Mexico!"

Patricia held Emily's waist, laughing as they stepped out of the room. "Trust me, na. That's why I have booked another appointment for us on Wednesday at 4 pm at the Pearl Hotel."

Emily did a small dance as they walked out. "Patty, you know I love you and will always will."

As they walked out of the house, Patricia couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. She had always been a woman who got what she wanted and was determined to make the most of this new situation.

As they drove to the club, Patricia's mind wandered back to the young man who had taken her down in her office. She couldn't help but feel a spark of attraction whenever she thought about him.

And she knew she would do everything in her power to ensure their next encounter was just as explosive. She was ready to take control of her life and desires and would not let anyone or anything get in her way.

Patricia and Emily arrived at the club, and the music was pumping. They danced the night away, laughing and joking together. Patricia felt alive and free, and she knew that she was going to make the most of this new chapter in her life.

As the night wore on, Patricia couldn't help but think about the young man again. She wondered what he was doing and if he was thinking about her too. She smiled to herself, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation. She knew she would see him again soon and couldn't wait.

Aubrey, Danielle, and Tiffany were lounging in their small condo in Chicago. Dressed in their coziest nightwear. The TV was playing a romantic comedy, and the coffee table was littered with snacks and drinks. Aubrey was sipping on a glass of wine while Danielle and Tiffany were enjoying bowls of hot noodles.

Danielle turned to Aubrey, concern etched on her face. "Don't worry, babes, if nothing comes up before your next instalment; we'll help you out, right Tifanny?"

Tiffany nodded enthusiastically. "Absolutely! Even though I'm still saving up to set up my makeup studio, your needs are more pressing. And besides, my clients are happy with my current location as long as I get the job done."

Aubrey smiled gratefully at her friends. "Thanks, guys, but I don't want to impose on you. You both have your projects and goals to work towards."

Danielle waved her hand dismissively. "You're not imposing, Aubrey. We're in this together. We help each other out, no questions asked."

Tiffany chimed in, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Yeah, and I'm still waiting for you to return the favor, Aubrey. I need help setting up my studio."

Danielle playfully rolled her eyes. "Ignore Tiffany, Aubrey. We've got your back."

Aubrey smiled, feeling grateful for her friends. "Thanks, guys. You're the best."

The conversation turned to Tiffany's upcoming birthday. Aubrey asked, "So, Tiffany, what are your plans for your birthday?"

Tiffany shrugged. "Nothing much, Aubrey. I was thinking of gifting myself a new makeup studio, but this economy is killing me. My clients are dwindling, and it's like people are hoarding their money."

Danielle frowned. "You should celebrate your birthday, Tiffany. Every year, you find an excuse to put yourself down and not celebrate."

Aubrey nodded in agreement. "Yeah, Tiffany, you deserve to celebrate. Let's plan something special for you."

Tiffany smiled, looking pleased. "Thanks, guys. But I will say let’s seat this one out. We have a lot going on already. Aubrey just lost her job, and Danielle is still finding footing in her new job while battling custody with her baby daddy; let’s sit this one out, ladies."

Tiffany got up from the couch, stretching her arms over her head. "You know what? I'm going to go grab something to eat. These noodles and wine aren't going to cut it. I don't want to wake up with a nasty hangover tomorrow, even if it is Saturday."

Aubrey and Danielle exchanged a knowing glance as she headed to the kitchen. Aubrey raised a finger to her lips, silencing Danielle as she struggled to contain her laughter.

"I'm just going to heat some leftovers," Tiffany called out from the kitchen. "Maybe some Macaroni and cheese. Anyone want some?"

Aubrey and Danielle looked at each other, still grinning. "No, we're good," Aubrey replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "But thanks for offering."

They knew they were going to plan her birthday with or without her consent.