Immerse yourself
Part 1 - Cougars

"I'm doing research for this new piece. I'm looking into human sexuality, kinks and preferences. It's super interesting" She said, her top lip pulling up to one side. Like it was attached by a piece of string. It was that annoying twitch she had, one that appeared when she was talking about a new topic. Something her mind was going bananas over, obsessing about.

"You mean like sexual preferences?" The younger male asked curiously.

"Well of course, that's part of it. But other preferences beside gender too. like kinks, body types, age differences… You know..."

"Cougars" Both men said in unison, staring mischievously at each other. Like some inside joke.

"Yes" She giggled. "Have you guys dated older women?"

"Sure, it's pretty hot! They know what they want and go after it. I like that" One mused.

"Why are you asking?" The other wiggled his eyebrows playfully.

"Stop it, you dork. I'm way too old"

"You're barely over 30 right?"

Wrong.

"Sure, I'll take that" She winked.

Lies.

The two men glanced at each other again. Grinning. One's face turned serious all of a sudden, like a life changing idea just hit him straight in the face.

"You know who she should talk to"

The other man searched his friend's face for answers. It visibly clicked.

"Ohhh, yeah definitely!"

Both their set of eyes darted back to hers. Their cheekiness had reached new heights.

"Who?" Bulma demanded.

"Him…" One said, nodding his head over to the direction of the lockers. People were coming and going from the gym, it was the busiest part of the building where people left their belongings while they trained. Standing looking down at his hands as another male was reading something from his phone. Leaning up against a dividing wall, his low cut singlet that swooped the sides of his body gave a perfect sneak peak of his well defined torso. He was one of the personal trainers. Vegeta.

"Him? Why?"

She had seen him before, sure, but had never said a single word to him. She barely knew his name. Since she trained odd hours because of her work schedule, getting to know the gym staff was damn near impossible.

"He was dating an older woman for a bit"

"Yeah, she was like mid 40s. Old enough to be his mother" The shorter of the two said. "It's weird because he is doing pretty well for himself. So why would he need a sugar muma?"

Bulma's mouth raised to one side. Again with the twitch. She was a sucker for a juicy angle.

"Wow, really? Good find boys!" Bulma said, slapping one of the men on the back, never taking her eyes off the young, lusciously sculpted P.T.

Sniggers escaped their throats, Both turning and walked away from their older friend. Her sights were set on a target now. She wouldn't be interested in anything else they had to say. So they did the only right thing in that situation. Left her to her next meal.

"Shit. I just had them in my hand!"

Scurrying around her desk, desperately looking for her car keys, her hands searched underneath everything they came in contact with.

"Yo! Bulma, you coming?" Her colleague asked, jacket slung over her arm.

"Come on Briefs, you've been head down bum up all week come and have some drinks" her boss said.

Bulma's face, thankfully turned away from their line of sight, visibly twisted in annoyance. When she smelt the blood of a new story. It was all she could concentrate on. She needed to immerse herself. These jackasses knew that. She hadn't won awards by going to team drinks every Friday night.

"No, no, you go on without me. Besides, I'm meeting a new source tonight!"

Jingle and a crash, sounded the alarm as her keys dropped to the floor from inside her diary. Luckily it overshadowed the groans of her workmates, or she may have had to dodge their requests further.

Her phone vibrated, pulling her away from her thoughts. Shit. She grabbed at her jacket pocket. She was already running late, and now he had arrived early.

Shit.

Shit. He glanced a second time at his watch, frustration making him chomp down his jaw. Toying with the idea of conceding to defeat, he heard the bell of the diner clang.

His head turned to an encouraging view. So she hadn't wasted his time after all. His eyes helplessly darted downwards to her hips. A tight pencil skirt and black high heels perfectly framed her body. The billowing white blouse gave her oozing femininity. Fuck. This was different to her presentation at the gym earlier in the week.

"Sorry I'm late! I hope you weren't waiting too long" Her teeth flashed for a moment and retreated again as her fake smile disappeared.

Hands grabbed the table as she slid into the booth opposite him. Skillfully his eyes traced down to receive a perfect view of the flesh coloured garter belt, strapped firmly to her lustrous thigh. His posture naturally switched, becoming more masculine with his arms propped up onto the table.

"It's fine," He mumbled.

"Thank you again to agreeing to this, I really appreciate it"

Thoughts surged as his brain worked overtime to arrange them systematically. His charm came natural with most other women, but she was different. Confident, intelligent, brilliant. He hadn't had to rewire his thought process like this before.

"Like I said, it's fine" He leaned forward and opening up his hands. "I couldn't pass up an opportunity to be involved in your work, you have an impressive catalogue."

Searching for a reaction, his breath held inside his lungs.

"Thank you, now let me get sorted before I waste any more time…"

A tiny inaudible sigh tickled his throat. Yes, she was his type. He usually knew when he first met a woman if they would be fucking soon. But she had grown on him, maybe it was the business wear? He was a sucker for a well tailored pencil skirt. Definitely, she was attractive, inside and out.

Scuffed footsteps approached. "Can I get you something to drink?" A waitress sounded from the side of the booth.

The waitress' voice startled her from her train of thought.

"Oh, uh… Coffee please. Flat white, no sugar"

Bulma's eyes instinctively fell to Vegeta. He was watching her meticulously, like he was conducting research of his own. She tried her best to convey a message on her face, to wake him from his train of thought.
His eyes blinked and he was back.

"Yeah, I'll have a beer thanks"

"Oh?" Her mind tingled. Activating interviewer mode. "Going somewhere?"

"A date, after this"

"A date? Is she older?"

His gaze left hers for a moment and returned. "Yes, I haven't dated anyone my own age in three years"

Proficiently, she had the pen in her hand before he could notice her movements. "Right. How did you meet her?"

"One of my clients introduced us, she had a recently divorced friend…"

"You find all of your dates this way? Word of mouth?"

"No"

"No?" She pressed, dropping her eyelids slightly.

His gaze left hers again, ever so subtlety. Interesting.

"I'm on and off dating sites, as well as being in a male strip show once a month"

Vegeta said, folding his well defined arms across his chest, leaning back into the hard cushioned seat. He wore that shirt with a purpose. Without doubt. Involuntarily her eyes widened. Her lip pulled up again. Damn, this was really going to be worth her time.

"Can I see a photo of your date tonight?"

Smirking he reached inside his back pocket. Hauling his phone into his hands. He unlocked it, scrolled through apps and handed it over to her. Bulma carefully wrapped her fingers around the thin black metal computer.

Body tight, she works out, of course. Had some filler in her face, no judgement.

"Are they all this attractive?"

He shrugged, "Sure, they are attractive. But that isn't why I'm dating them"

A twinkle jumped through her gaze. Like she had seen something really captivating. He felt his ego being stroked ever so gently. He enjoyed it if he was honest. She was totally engrossed in his words. Hanging for the next sentence right after the last finished.

"Well, this is why I asked you to meet me, I'm highly intrigued by you Vegeta. The real question, why are you dating them?" Her pen tapped on the table in a fast rhythm.

"A number of reasons. Their confidence, they're direct and ask for what they want. There are no games. They don't need my constant validation"

"Oh I see" Bulma's face went from curiosity to a quick flash of presumptuous cheek.

He wondered if she had caught onto his test of inflated comments early? Shit, she was good.

"They are in a stage of their lives where they have time to travel, they have no kids or older kids. They want adventure, they challenge me to grow as a man"

His comment made her face raise from her notes. "Can you elaborate on that? The growth?"

"Older women need a higher level of emotional maturity from a man, I enjoy meeting the challenge, to meet their standards and be a man worthy of their needs" He added a cocky smile to the end of his description.

She flashed him her own brazen smile. Fuck he could grab her right now and take her right here.

"That's not the answer I was expecting…"