Strapped

Strapped Part 5

All day the next day, Nikki struggled to focus on work. Several times her thumb or fingers took the brunt of her scattered brain with a tool, causing a string of colourful curses to fly out of her mouth. Her appendages were on the verge of resembling an angry rainbow. She knew she should have taken herself home after she tripped over a hose and nearly took a nosedive into the concrete floor. Her crew, who worked for her, found her stumbling around hilarious and were often caught by their boss, laughing. Having known these guys a long time, Nikki didn't take offense to it, and laughed right along with them. Clumsy feet and absent mind aside, Nikki was on cloud nine after last night and this morning. Initially, she thought Mickey catching her in the act with Joey would somehow ruin their long-time friendship, but was relieved and elated when Mickey reciprocated her feelings toward Nikki's feelings for her. She woke up that morning wrapped in the arms of her best friend. It'd been years since she had felt so good and so safe. Another wide smile burst out on her face at the thought of their goodbye kiss before Mickey left for home and Nikki headed to work. That cliché saying, "I hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave" entered Nikki's mind. Mickey was an Adonis. Toned body from years of manual labour, calloused yet experienced hands that made Nikki feel secure, and just enough feminine curve to catch Nikki's eye. Delicious.

Nikki's cell phone rang, she set down the air tool she'd been using and answered with a smile when she saw Mickey's name on the screen. "What up?"

"Wanna get freaky tonight?"

Nikki softly laughed then bashfully scratched her eyebrow as she felt a rush of heat bloom from her stomach and all the way up to her cheeks. "What did you have in mind?"

"Ladies night at the peelers. Wanna go?" Before Nikki could respond, Mickey jumped in. "I'll buy ya a lap dance."

"Sold. Should I meet you there?" Nikki stepped outside and lit up a smoke, then rested against the exterior of the building with a booted foot planted along the wall.

"I'll pick you up," Mickey said.

"I'll be waiting."

"Good. And hey..." Mickey paused; Nikki waited, "don't wear a bra, I like looking at your tits."

Nikki blushed and couldn't help but squirm her lower half at the rising arousal between her legs. "I'll go commando if you do too."

"Count on it. See ya later." Mickey ended the call.

Nikki slipped her phone inside her coverall pocket then leaned against the wall and watched the afterwork rush hour traffic fly by. The sun was just touching the horizon, blazing a fiery orange-red, creating a myriad of pinks, purples, gold, and blues to paint the sky. Nikki was never one to allow herself to dwell on her past or where her future was headed, but after connecting on a different level with Mickey, she wondered if she should sit Mickey down and have a heart-to-heart about their lives. Afterall, they were both inching toward 40. Bed hopping and lap dances will eventually feel hollow and ultimately become just pathetic and sad.

After shutting up the shop, Nikki headed upstairs to her apartment for a quick shower and a bite to eat before Mickey arrived. Standing under the hot spray, Nikki's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and images from the last couple days. Her, flat on her back, spread opened for Joey's pleasure flashed through her head, she couldn't help but smile. She and Joey always had great chemistry, and both understood it was just sex, nothing more. However, the image of Nikki on her knees servicing Mickey rocketed endorphins straight to her core and her pussy blossomed in instant arousal. Nikki always had a thing for her best friend, but since Mickey never showed any outwards display of romantic affection toward her, she kept her distance all these years. Witnessing Mickey watching her getting fucked by another butch, seemed to have cracked open Mickey's shell. Nikki and Mickey had several things in common, but the one thing they shared was the lack of desire for commitment to another person. Years of one-night stands, weekend flings, liaisons with work colleagues, they were having the time of their lives, but something always seemed to be off when it came to the two of them. Nikki always sensed a secret longing from her best friend, as if she were veiling her true feelings for Nikki with the smoke and mirror show she'd kept up all these years. Ditto for Nikki.