Leaning back in the bubble-filled tub, I close my eyes and try to relax. This is my place, my sanctuary. This is where I come to get my mind off her…
Just as my mind finally starts to wander off to a nice peaceful place, Faith bursts in.
"Hey baby, tie this in the back for me, will ya?" she strolls over and sits with her bare back facing me on steps next to my bathtub.
I sigh, "You know, Faith, there's this new thing that they've invented… it's called knocking."
"Yeah, well, knocking is overrated."
I glare daggers at her. How dare she interrupt my quiet time so she can look hot in that – my – halter top? I'm about to respond to her smart-ass little comment when she concedes.
"Oh fine," she gets up and walks back outside. She closes the door and knocks twice, but immediately swings the door open afterwards.
"Faith, you're supposed to wait until you're invited in."
"Whatever, just tie this." Well at least she tried, kind of.
"Fine, come here. Why are you dressed like that anyway?" I know why, she's probably going to some club to pick up a girl, but I ask anyway.
"I'm going to Marquee, speaking of which, why aren't you dressed yet?"
"Not going."
"Why?"
"Don't want to go with you," I reply casually, finished tying up her halter.
"Aw, now that hurts, honey, why not?" she asks indifferently as she checks herself out in the mirror. Yeah, she looks good, dressed in tight white leather pants and my red backless halter.
"Why would I want to go with you? You ditch me as soon as we get there to find some dumb blonde to fuck and I'm left sitting alone." She smiles at me and comes back over to sit by me. Picking up a loofah, she starts to gently wash my back, I lean forward to make it easier for her.
"Baby, you are a blonde."
"That's beside the point."
"And I don't always ditch you."
"Oh, yes, I'm sorry, unless someone undesirable is trying to hit on you, then you come sit next to me and tell them I'm your girlfriend."
"Yeah, two things, sweetheart: first off, they don't let undesirables into Marquee and secondly, you are my girlfriend," she smirks, letting go of the loofah. She moves from my back to my front, relocating her hand to tenderly massage my right breast.
"Whatever."
"Come with me," she breathes into my ear. She starts sucking on my earlobe, I begin to relax again, even though she's just trying to manipulate me, this feels good. "I'm not above begging…" she moves her lips to my neck and dips her hand lower – much lower.
"Fine, I'll go." With that, she stops suddenly and just gets up, walking towards the bathroom door.
"Be ready in an hour."
Bitch.