Thristy

Most of the time stories that give you a hot muscular, sexy billionaire hunk. This is a story that doesn’t start that way. “I am Monica Winters. I am the owner of Winter’s Beauties. I made my first billion last year after building this company from the ground up. I didn't have luck in the men department. I have men lining up for my choosing. They are usually men that come from money from their daddy’s company and feel entitled. Which is a huge turn off of me. I need someone that will challenge me and not care about my financial status.”   I sat at my laptop as I finished looking at this month's reports when I lifted my head to take in what I have built for the past ten years. I have been storming the cosmetic world with my new products. I would love to have seen all the people’s faces that said I wouldn’t amount to nothing but can’t give them the satisfaction.   I finished up with my work as I was about to head out to get ready for my girls weekend with Abby when she texted me. “You are almost ready for our weekend of clubbing?” I sat back in my chair, “Almost, I was about to head out of the office. You know I have got something dangerous on.” I smiled as she texted back, “Please, You?  dangerous? You are so the opposite of dangerous. Hurry up and get home. I want to try that new club that is off the industry area.” I rolled my eyes, “I think, I heard a couple of my employees talking about it. It is call, Thirsty?? Originally counts when they came up with that name. But they do say it is popping.”   I started collecting my things as she replied, “Popping, Seriously Monica. Please don’t try to look cool tonight. You will fail miserably. And yes, it is called Thirsty. Now go home and please don’t use your common sense when you are picking out something to wear. You will never find a hot guy that way.”   I shook my head as I walked down to my car, “Yeah, Yeah. I am getting in the car now. And what are you saying about my sense of style.” I opened my door to my car as she replied, “Huh? What? Bad connection…. I didn’t get that last one. I will see you in about thirty minutes at your house.” I started my car then replied back, “Umm... You know that you are texting me. You can’t lose connection in mid-sentence.  See you in thirty minutes.”   I placed my phone into my purse then pulled out of the parking spot. I stopped backing up while looking in the rearview mirror when I saw a hunk of a man walking by with a dog. I pulled up to the exit of the parking lot when I looked over when I saw him again, he was a tall drink. I felt stuck that I couldn’t stop watching him for a few seconds before pulling out of the parking lot.   About fifteen minutes later I pulled up into my driveway and I spotted that Abby was already there. “Did you text me from my house.” I got out of my car as she laughed, “You know I did. I figured if you wanted to look dangerous then you need new clothes. She held up some bags that she was holding impatiently waiting for me to get home.” I walked up my door as I placed the coded in and looked back at her, “Well this is going to be interesting.”   We walked into the house as I placed my keys in the bowl in the foyer as she pushed me towards the stairs, “Come on upstairs and get dress.” I turned and grabbed the bags from Abby’s small hands then headed up the stairs. “Don’t touch anything. I don’t need to clean up an expensive statue again.” She chuckled as I made it to the landing, “Yay... Yay. I didn’t realize that I weighted that much that it would tip over. Plus, I did you a favor by getting rid of that ugly thing.” I rolled my eyes, “Sure? I am almost afraid to look into these bags. Abby threw her head back and laughed, “Hurry up. You better put it on.”   I rolled my eyes again when I stepped into the bedroom. I placed the bag on my bed then took a deep breath in and out. I know that Abby got me something that is going to show off more than I want to. s**t, it was going to show off more than what it would be a towel wrapped around my naked body. I looked into the bag, “Damn this woman.”   I was right as I pulled out a black dress that almost had no back, low cut in the front and short as hell. I thought to myself, “If I bend over my ass will be out for the world to see.” I snapped out of it as I heard Abby scream up to me “If you want to be really dangerous then wear no bra and no panties.” I shook my head that her comment didn’t shock me as I yelled back at her, “Women you are trying to get me arrested.” I heard her chuckled, “Oh, come on, Live a Little.” She was right, I needed to just live a little.   I took off my clothes from the day then jumped into the shower. When I was finished, I went to grab a clean pair of panties and bra when I stopped myself as I whispered, “You know what? I do need to learn how to live a little.” I decided to place the dress over my head and down over my naked body. Not surprisingly the dress fit perfectly. It wasn’t too tight or too loose. The front of the dress laid against my breasts but not showing my n*****s, it was just enough skin to make the men go wild. The V shape in front of the dress stopped right before the belly button. It was a little short for my taste but at least my ass was covered as long as I didn’t bend over. The back of the dress had the same type V shape just a little more showy than the front that stopped at my waistline. I sat on the bed to take the shoes out of the bag to place on my feet. Four inches that wrapped around my legs right before the knees.   I looked into the mirror when I stopped at the site of my scar going across my back. My big ugly scar that made me cringe at the memory of it. I jumped when Abby walked in, “No one will see it. It will be too dark in the club for anyone to notice.” She sighed, “Do you want to talk about it?” I looked at Abby. She was my best friend. My ride and die b***h but she doesn’t even know what happened that placed that scar there, “No, I am okay. We got to go anyway. I need to party.”   We went downstairs to call for an uber as I wanted to make sure that I would be wobbling when I walked out. No work for the weekend which means I can let my guard down and party. That was the hope. I already felt I was pushing my limit with the dress and not wearing anything underneath. If I had any idea of what would happen that night. My shy, no funny business ass would have backed out. My luck, I had no clue for what I was getting into.   The uber pulled up as Abby and I headed out of the house. We jumped into the back giggling like schoolgirls sneaking out for a night of sin. “Good evening to the most beautiful ladies of the night. I am your uber driver, Sam. Looks like I am taking you to Thirsty.” Abby winked at him, “That is right, Babe.” I looked at her and smacked her arm, “Abby.”   Sam looked into the rearview mirror as he pulled away, “That is ok. She can call me whatever she wants to.” I shook my head as I whispered, “How do you have men drop their pants just by the way you look?” She smirked like the devil, “Because honey, you don’t realize that men have a weakness and that is being in the presence of a sexy, powerful, who knows how to take charge and make it all look easy. I sat back in my seat, “But, What I want someone else to be in charge?”  I saw the driver lifted his eyebrow as I blushed knowing he just heard me.   Abby smacked my arm, “Are you joking with me? You are not in charge. I am shocked that I was able to get you to wear that dress, Miss Boss Lady.” I looked down and remembered that I don’t have anything underneath as I squeezed my legs together to make sure that I was not giving Sam the Uber driver a free show. “That is my point. I always have to be in charge. Ever since I ran from Chicago. I was the one being the boss of my life and company. When it comes to in - between the sheets. I am at a loss.” Abby gave me the look of pity as I rolled my eyes, “I don’t want pity.” She shook her head, “Not pity honey. Just wondering how a beautiful woman such as yourself had never done you know what.”   I rolled my eyes as I am 29 years old and been able to keep my s*x drive down. I was tempted once but a man took that trust in men. The man that I haven’t been able to speak about in the past eleven years. “You know that is a touchy subject.” She rolled her eyes, “I know something happened, but you never told me. I am here for you when you are ready to talk about it.” She sighed, “It could help you relax and allow all this sexiness to the world. A girl like you is a gift from the heavens.” She placed her hand up, “Before you say I am only saying it because I am your best friend. I am not. I am saying it because it is the truth.” She paused for a moment then looked at the driver, “Sam Babe, My friend here. She is a gift from Heaven. You agree with me?” He lifted his head into the rearview mirror as he smirked, “Well, to be honest Miss. Please don’t take this personally but women are not my cup of tea. With that if someone like you could make me go straight just to be with you. He pulled up to Thirsty as I felt my cheeks turned pink.