Dave always considered himself a master at brokering deals. It was something he was surprisingly good at. He never tried to low-ball anyone but never wanted to spend too much time dealing with bullshit, either. It was a fair trade. Go back and forth and see which deal is the most reasonable. The best deal would always be free but those hardly ever happened and only existed in fairy-tale land. Instead, the second best deal would be what was offered for as little expense as possible.
Dave already sensed Nikki was going to be his most expensive acquisition.
Forrest Gump said it best: Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're going to get. But Dave knew exactly what he was going to get out of Nikki. She was deliciously sinful and a bit nutty on the same token. He was either going to swallow her up or spit her out like the other ones. A piece of candy make look good but the moment you taste it, you might be in for a nasty surprise.
Dave still wasn't sure what category Nikki fell in.
She was exquisite with impeccable taste. She was on fire, a hot temptress who couldn't be contained. Her swagger, her sex appeal, her body was everything Dave dreamed of for his wife to be but never imagined she would come true. She was intelligent, brass, and a sexpot. She knew what she wanted and how to get it. With Dave by Nikki's side, there was no telling what they could do. The world wouldn't be ready for them.
But Dave wondered how far Nikki wanted to go. She was a swinger and from her game talk, an experienced one. But talk was cheap. Either she was down for the ride or she had to get the hell off the bus. "I'm not sure you're ready for it," he merely replied.
"Ready for what? You said you couldn't be with just one woman. I can't just be with one man or woman. What is there to be ready for?"
"I'll have other female friends."
"That's fine—"
"Whom I'll sleep with occasionally without your knowledge," he interrupted.
Nikki smiled as she caught onto Dave's game playing. Men always said they were tired of women playing games but they never realized how bad they were at the game playing as well. "Only if I get to choose."
"You'll always get to choose," he reassured.
"But I need to make something clear," Nikki leaned closer to Dave, to the point their lips were touching, "I don't want a violation of trust. If I'm not cool with something, it stops. If you sense I'm not cool with something, it stops."
"Guaranteed."
Nicole smiled and sat back in her chair. "So how do you want to do this?"
"Forever?" Dave never believed in dramatic proposals.
"Or until I get tired of you?"
Dave disregarded Nikki's flippant remark. "You won't."
"You might get tired of me."
"That's a guarantee," he nodded.
Nikki scooted out of her chair and walked over to Dave, where she sat on his lap."You say you love to play games, don't you?"
"Not necessarily," he responded, "but I think you do."
"It's fun to fuck with people's heads. I get a kick out of it. Some people exercise to relieve stress. Some work out like there's no tomorrow. I like to play to mind fuck games."
"You do, don't you?"
Nikki thought of every mind fuck game she's ever played. From convincing police officers she was molested by her step-father so she could claim emancipation to living off welfare when she was driving a Mercedes. She was the master at it. Maybe she was too good at it. "Yes."
"Then I have a game for you," Dave's hand began caressing Nikki's curves, "let's see if you want to play this one."
"Yes?"
"One of my friends owns a strip bar down the ways from here. There's a tasty treat I've been eyeing for a minute…"
"Go ahead."
"I want to see what her pussy looks like."
Nikki knew there was more to the request. If Dave wanted to fuck the stripper, he didn't have to tell her. He would just do it. "And?"
"I want to see how far you would go if I wanted to wife her?"
Nikki smiled. "You're on," she kissed her newest love, "I'm curious to see how far I'll go."