Dare Me Not | 18+ ✔

1. The Appointment (Parker)

The air smells like alcohol mixed with semen and latex. A familiar scent. Too familiar.

When I open my eyes, the morning sun peeks from the gap between the curtains, and it creates a glowing golden ray in the dark room; a reminder that my night's bliss is over. What's left now is a heavy head from too much drinking and a sore pussy from back-to-back fucking. I'm not complaining, though, because what more do I ask from life? I have money, friends, and sex. A lot of sex. There's nothing to whine about, except for having to meet my dad in his office today.

Lying flat on my tummy, I glance at the diamond-shaped alarm clock on the nightstand. It's almost time, yet my brain is still searching for excuses to wriggle myself out of this appointment. But it's my father I'm talking about, the person from whom I inherited my stubbornness. If I escaped him today, it would just prolong my problems.

My train of thought is disrupted by a hand stroking my bare back. It slowly creeps down to my lower spine, to my loin, and it makes a circular movement on my buttocks.

"I need to go soon," I say as a warm breath caresses the back of my neck. "I need to see my old man."

"Can't it wait? I'm hard again."

"I wish." As the stroke is becoming urgent, I swat the hand and scramble out of bed, followed by a protesting groan from its owner, Dan. Or is it Bram? No, I think it's Steve.

The cool breeze from the air conditioning brushes my bare skin as I stand next to his king-sized bed, my eyes roaming over the room to find my clothes. I hope that I didn't arrive at this place naked last night. It happened once, and it can happen again, especially when I'm that wasted.

Steve's studio is spacious with a minimalist dark interior. I suspect he doesn't actually live here since there is no human photo in sight or randomly cluttered garments lying around. But who cares? All I need to do is to get the fuck out of this strange place.

"Are you free tonight?" Steve rolls over. His silky duvet is dangerously low, barely covering his groin.

"Maybe." I shrug and pick up the red panties that are crumpled next to his nightstand before making my way to his living room. I groan as I grab my sequin tank top from a reading chair, realizing I will be wearing it to my dad's office since I don't have time to go home and change. "Shit!" I hiss when I see my skimpy leather skirt by the entrance hall.

"Is everything okay?" Steve asks from the bedroom.

I walk back to him with my clothes dangling in my hands. "Do you have women's sweaters or jackets lying around in your wardrobe, by any chance? Or anything that doesn't show my tits or my belly."

"Uh, not sure." Steve rubs his face before propping himself up. "I think I do. Lemme check." Turning on the table lamp, he shambles into his drawers, as if it takes up his whole energy, and digs into the lowest rack while his bare butt cheeks stare at me. Nice bumps, I must say. I wish I remembered what I did with them last night. "White sweater will do?" he croaks as he waves a white hoodie at me.

"Sure. Anything but my stupid top." I take the sweater and head to his bathroom. "I need to wash up a bit. Can't go to my dad's office with this look."

At a glance, the sweater is too big for my petite torso, but whatever. It's better than my cropped top, which barely covers my ribs. The hoodie has a college slogan on its front and a name on its back: Jessica. Was she also a random someone Steve found at a club? I wonder why the sweater is still sitting in Steve's drawers. Doesn't she want it back given how personal it is? I hope I don't bump into this Jessica girl on my way to my dad's office and end up wearing just a bra because she demands her missing hoodie back.