Fight Code

FC 8

“What is it guys, I’m really hungry” As if my stomach was agreeing, she made a retched sound. Smiling me to death, they chuckled.
    “Let us take you to dinner” The sounds intensified, by a thousand percent. Looking from one to another, I was suspecting them to start laughing with comments such as. ‘should of seen your face’ or my favorite ‘what a sucker’ But they never came.
    “Aww, I’m sorry did you just ask me out?” Shifting the weight of my bag.
    “Yes” Van nodded, confirming my ears were in fact working just fine. Gulping cause I hadn’t been on a date since I broke up with my ex.

    “Umm I’m not really dressed, you know to go out” Looking at my attire, should of not worn lime green.
    “That’s fine, we need to change anyways. How about we pick you up, say an hour?” Van asked, he seemed to do the most talking out of the two. With a nod, since its all I could do they smiled walking away.

Wow awkward……

Opening my front door, making sure to lock it. Dropping my bag on the couch before, running to the shower. I have no clue why I was running, or why my heart wasn’t keeping to a normal rhythm. All I did know was I was going out with two very stunning looking men, who just happen to be my clients.
    Silently yelling at myself, when I started to shave. What the hell did I really think was going to happen tonight? Frowning I decided my mothers old saying came into play. In her famous chirpy voice.

One never knows what the day may bring….

Wouldn’t she get a kick out of me, using it for sexual advice. I’m pretty sure that’s not what she meant it for, but hey whatever works. Satisfied that I wouldn’t be a laughing case, I scrubbed my hair and rinsed out the grime. Shutting the water off, wrapping my body in one towel while filling my hair down mercilessly drying it with another towel. Flipping it back over my back, before grabbing for the dryer.

    A few sprays of perfume and a little black eyeliner, while pink lip gloss smacked against both lips. Sighing I made sure to pick something that was not reveling, but sexy. Not sure why I cared, but I did. Maybe this was the opening I needed, to get them to give me a chance. The door knocked pulling my head to look out of the bathroom. Sighing I walked across my apartment in seven long strides. Taking in a deep breath I pulled the door open.

    Standing before me was Van and Owen dressed in all black. Each sporting his own pair of black shoes, black slacks and a black long sleeve sweater. Their hair was done up with a little gel, while they still held stone faces. As dark eyes looked me over, they softened until smiles formed.
    “She cleans up nice” There were subtle difference in Van and Owen, and I knew it was Van who said this. In my black heels, I had decided on a long black pencil skirt. A rich purple sleeveless shirt, that showed off my tattoo. Fidgeting in what I now felt was not enough, I was even more surprised when Owen took my hand.
    “Come on were going to be late” Without warning Van locked my house up, and I about squealed.
    “Guys my wallets in there” Turning around to go grab my money, like hell I was going to be left without cash.

    “You don’t need it” Van huffed taking my other hand. Now more then ever I wanted it. But with both hands occupied I couldn’t do much, but follow like a child holding its parents hands. My breath caught when I saw the cherry red sports car, the stunning line had me melting. A car girl at heart, I couldn’t of told you what kind it was. All I knew was it was shinny and had my panties soaking. Then if everything had come back to me, I realized that nine times out of ten, sports cars are two seaters.
    My observation was correct when Van open the passenger door. Thought fluttered threw my head, as I looked at the sleek beauty.

Where they going to put me in the trunk?…..

A few low laughs had my attention to the men, as Owen was leaning on the drivers side door. Van was now sitting in the passenger seat, his door still open.
    “Are you coming?” He asked sticking out his hand. My brain went hazy as I took a few steps around the door, to stand a few feet from him.