Dirty White Candy, The Beginning, Book 1 (8 page)

“I’m Olivia,” she said with an enormous smile.

“Enrique.
 
What can I get for you Olivia?”

She turned to me red faced and mouthed, “oh my fucking god!”

“Hi, Enrique!
 
Two Espresso Martinis please.”
 
I slid my card to him.
 
“Can I run a tab tonight please?”

“Your will, my hand, gorgeous.”
  
He gave his million dollar obligatory smile and
 
put my card by the register.

“You don’t have to do that.”
 
Olivia pouted.

“Come on, you’ve been on unemployment forever and have yet to get your first check.
 
It’s my pleasure.
 
Besides, you haven’t lived until you’ve had one of Enrique’s Espresso Martinis.”

“They’re dangerous, Miss Olivia, caffeine and alcohol.
 
My limit is four.
 
After that, you’ll have to convince a different bartender to serve you.”
 
He slid the cocktails to us.

“Oh my fucking GOD!”
 
Olivia said after a sip.
 
“These are downright fabulous.”

“At twelve bucks a pop they’d better be!”
 
I laughed.

“Holy shit!”
 
She slid the drink away from her.
 
“I can’t let you do this.”

“Yes you can, now drink the damn martini!”
 
I laughed again.
 
The day had gotten to me.
 
I had the giggles.

“Yes ma’am.”
 
She smiled.
 
She had a great smile.
 
I was jealous.

“Don’t let Enrique fool you.
 
He’s sexy as hell but he’s also gay as the day is long.”
 
I sipped at my drink while I watched the disappointed look on her face.

“How do you know?”

“Because I’ve met his boyfriend.
 
I saw them kissing in the alley one time when I had one too many.
 
He’s still nice to look at.”

“Okay, I’m almost done with my first drink.
 
These are dangerous.”

“Yes they are!”
 
I waved at Enrique for more drinks.

“So,” Olivia said leaning in, “Linda, huh?”

My heart stopped.
 
“What?”

“You’re seeing Linda?”
 
She gulped down the last of her glass.
 
“I recognized the paper on your desk.
 
She’s fabulous.”

“You… you’ve seen her?”
 
I was caught between bashing her over the head for being in my office when I wasn’t or begging her for information.
 
Curiosity won over violence.

“Sure have.
 
Best thing that ever happened to me.”

Nearly two minutes of silence went by as I waited for Enrique to deliver our drinks before I started discussing anything.
 
I was relieved when he slid the drinks over with an obligatory wink.

“Okay, spill.
 
What the fuck am I in for?”
 
I asked.

She looked relieved that I spoke again.
 
“Depends on why you’re going to see her.”

Making circles with the bottom of my martini glass, I contemplated how to address this or if it was even appropriate.
 
The non-disclosure did release you to discuss with other patients of Linda’s if patients was even the proper term.

“I’m a little repressed, uneducated, inexperienced and well, frustrated.”
 
I admitted with nearly a whisper.

“Then you’re in the right hands.
 
I would expect that another person would be there.
 
Probably another patient.
 
You’ll get educated on what you like, what you need and how to achieve sexual freedom.”

“So she watches while I have sex with a total stranger?”
 
My eyes must have been the size of Buick hubcaps.

“Yes, but more than that.
 
She talks you through it.
 
She touches you too.
 
Sometimes has you do things to her, to teach you how.
 
It all depends on what you like and what you need.”

“What the fuck!”
 
I slammed my second martini and waved for another round.

“Slow down there tiger.
 
Just because you look like a vixen now, doesn’t mean you’re impervious to bullets or anything.”
 
Enrique’s brow furrowed as he slid a glass of ice water my way while he mixed two more drinks.

“Don’t freak.
 
This is probably why you don’t get a rundown before you go in.
 
But let me tell you, you’ll reach places you never knew imaginable.”
 
Olivia winked.
 
“We’re talking about epic orgasms, the ability to find partners and let your hair down.”

“I could use some of that.”

“I can see that.
 
You’re wound a little tight.”
 

“Can I trust you to get me home tonight?” I asked.

“Can I sleep on your couch?
 
I mean, I am a heavy drinker and with the two of us I feel safe and confident to get you to your home, but I don’t want to go back out on my own.
 
If I can sleep it off on your couch, go ahead and get drunk as fuck and I’ll get you home.
 
Deal?”

“You’re not a serial killer or anything are you?”
 
I teased.

“I like to bite a little,” she teased back.

“Good.
 
I need to get good and drunk.
 
Too much.
 
It’s all too much at once.
 
I’m freaking the fuck out.”

“Don’t freak out.
 
Linda will take it slow.
 
She’s a professional.
 
Just relax and trust that.
 
I promise.
 
She never hurt me or scared me at all.
 
And now, I can just get my needs fulfilled and move on.”

“So you don’t have a boyfriend?” I asked.

“Well, I don’t do boys anymore, but I do have girlfriends from time to time.
 
The best part is now I know I don’t need a relationship to make me whole.”
 
She giggled and tossed back the drink in her hand.
 
“Sometimes you just need a good fucking.”

My brain was about to melt.
 
She was a lesbian.
 
I didn’t see that.
 
But then again, it wasn’t like I walked around looking for lesbians.

“But you were all hot for Enrique?”

“Oh, I fuck guys from time to time, especially really hot ones.
 
But for the most part, I don’t really like men and I don’t want a relationship with one.”

“So, what does that make you?”

“Smart,” Olivia laughed and waved Enrique over.
 
“Have you ever been not gay?” she asked him.

Clearly the alcohol was taking affect.

“I had a few girlfriends early on.
 
But after my first man, I was changed forever.”
 
He smiled.
 
“Tony is the love of my life.
 
Sorry girl.”

“What was that?” I asked.

“An education for you.
 
Do you see?
 
He had to experiment to get where he is.
 
He is sexy, happy and confident.
 
Not to mention that he’s in love with a lucky bastard named Tony.
 
Linda will help you be as confident as he is.
 
Do you know why Enrique is so fucking hot?”

I looked him over.
 
“Because his hair is impeccable, his skin is flawless and his smile is worth a million bucks?”

“Well, yeah, all that too.
 
But he’s confident.
 
He’s not looking.
 
He ain’t desperate.
 
He gets to go home and get satisfied his way.”
 
She looked around the bar.
 
“I need a fucking cigarette.
 
Will you step outside with me?”

“I need one too.”
 
I’d done really well quitting, except when I drank.
 
I still craved them like a starving person craves food.

Enrique agreed to save our seats while we stepped outside.
 
Outside was cooler, less noisy and the cigarette was the one thing I needed.
 
I took a long drag, closing my eyes and tilting my head back, holding in the first drag.
 
I finally let it out.

“So you’re saying that Linda will help me and not to be afraid.
 
But I have to tell you, I’m terrified.”

Olivia giggled and leaned against the building.
 
“Listen, Candy.
 
I know it’s scary—doing
 
something new like this at our age.
 
I mean we’re in our mid-thirties.
 
But two years ago I was mousy and quiet and all I really needed was to find myself sexually.
 
You’ll find your groove.
 
Don’t sweat it.
 
And if you don’t like Linda’s therapy, you don’t have to continue.”

I pondered her words as we finished our smokes.
 

The alcohol made me feel more relaxed.
 
The heart palpitations had gone away, as did the fear.
 
Olivia and I went back in and drank our maximum number of Enrique’s martinis and convinced another bartender to give us two more before we took a cab back to my apartment.

I put a blanket a spare pillow on the couch for Olivia.

“Thank you for everything.”
 
I said.

“Sit down.
 
I’m not ready for bed yet.”
  
She plopped down on the couch.
 

I really wanted to go to bed, but out of obligation I sat next to her, turning a bit to face her.

“So you’ve never done anything, really?”

“Nope.
 
I gave my husband blow jobs, but that was it.
 
It was missionary position other than that.
 
I really can’t believe I spilled my guts to you tonight.”
 
It was true.
 
After we reached our limit of drinks, I told Olivia everything.
 
“This is so inappropriate.
 
You’re my assistant.”

“Not tonight.
 
Tonight we’re off the clock and I came to your apartment willingly.
 
We’re just two girlfriends who confided over drinks.”
 
She
 
ran her hand along my thigh.
 

My body instantly reacted.
 
I looked at her hand then at her.

“So you don’t know whether or not you like women, other than the fact that you wanted to touch the girl who was on the table at your friend’s house?”
 
She reached up, running her index and middle fingers over my suit where my nipples stood erect underneath.

“She looked nice.
 
Soft like silk.”
 
My breath hitched.
 
Should I allow this?