New York Nights
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“I don’t care when the hell it starts. I’m not going on a pointless campaign trail, and I’m not taking any of my classes online because guess what?” I could feel my blood boiling. “You can’t learn fucking ballet online!”
The restaurant was now silent.
“You two are beyond selfish and you don’t even know it.” I shook my head. “I’m voting for the other guy.” I stormed off amidst gasps and whispers from the other tables—slightly content that my parents’ picture perfect image had been publicly scratched a bit.
“Your number, Miss?” The valet said to me as I stepped outside.
“My what?”
“Your number?” He tilted his head to the side. “For your car?”
Shit... I sighed and looked over my shoulder.
Patrons were pointing in my direction and I couldn’t bear to go back inside just because I didn’t have a ride home.
I considered calling a cab, but I knew that was pointless. It would take forever to get here, and I could probably walk to my apartment faster than they would arrive.
There was a bus stop a mile or so down, but I only had a credit card. I doubted Andrew would come get me, but I decided to give it a try.
Subject: A Ride.
I really need a favor...
—Aubrey
Subject: Re: A Ride
Wanting to take a ride on my cock in the middle of the day shouldn’t be considered a “favor” at this point.
—Andrew
Subject: Re: Re: A Ride
I’m not talking about your dick. I’m talking about your car...Would you be able to pick me up right now? I was at a dinner with my parents but it didn’t end well...and I don’t have my car.
If you can’t, I’ll understand.
—Aubrey
Subject: Re: Re: Re: A Ride
Where are you?
—Andrew
Half an hour later, he pulled into the country club’s driveway.
I slipped into his car before he could even park—not looking back at the snooty members who were probably whispering and wondering about what had happened between me and my parents.
“I’m taking you home, right?” he asked as he pulled off.
“No...”
He looked over at me. “Am I taking you to GBH?”
“If you want. Just not to my apartment.” I paused. “I’m sure my parents will stop by there after dinner and try to talk to me so...”
“Have you eaten?”
“Lost my appetite...” I said softly, then I smiled. “But if you’re interested in taking me on a date right now, I’m not opposed to that.”
“Why would I take you on a date?”
“Because you owe me one.”
“Since when?”
“You once said that you would take me out if we ever met in person, and you haven’t done it yet.”
We approached a stoplight and he turned to face me.
“If I was even vaguely interested in taking you out right now—which I’m not, where the hell would I take you if you’ve already eaten dinner?”
“Surprise me.” I shrugged and leaned against the glass—shutting my eyes. I could picture him staring at me, giving me that “You’re out of your damn mind” look, and as he steered the car back onto the street, I smiled—hoping that this would be the start of us going out regularly.
I was dreaming of him kissing me in the gallery room again when I felt him gently shaking my shoulder.
“Aubrey...” he whispered. “Aubrey, wake up.”
I lifted my head and looked outside my window. There were lush plants and a massive glass paned building—an executive condo. My heart skipped a beat because I knew he’d never taken a woman to his place before, and I was happy that I would be the first.
I looked over at him, ready to say something, but then I saw him fiddling with a green parking pass and I looked out the front window—seeing where we really were.
Outside of a Hilton hotel.
“Your idea of taking me on a date is bringing me to a hotel?”
“It’s more about fucking you in the hotel.”
“Andrew, this is where you take all your other dates...”
“And?”
My heart sank. “Do you not see why bringing me here would hurt my feelings?”
“Would you prefer the Marriott?”
I blinked.
“They don’t have the same standard of room service,” he said, “but if that’s what you prefer—”
“Just take me home—right now.” My voice cracked and I leaned against the window, shutting my eyes again. “I’ll deal with my parents...”
I woke up on a plush leather couch, tucked underneath a soft black blanket.
Sitting up, I saw that my shoes had been taken off and placed in a rack on the other side of the room. A tray of fresh fruit and chocolates were sitting on the small table in front of me, and there was a bottle of wine sitting next to two stemmed glasses.
The room looked as if it’d been plucked from a magazine: silk white draperies, taupe walls, and portraits framed in silver. One of those portraits was of a fucking hotel, making it clear exactly where I was.
I immediately tossed the blanket off—ready to find Andrew and yell at him for bringing me here against my wishes. I walked down the hallway, slowly noticing that the pictures hanging on the wall were of him.
In one picture, he was standing on a beach, looking off into the distance. In another he was standing in front of a NYC cab, and in another he was lying against a city park bench.
He was young in all of these photos—his eyes held a more boyish charm, and if I wasn’t mistaken, he looked happy. Extremely happy.
In between all of the larger photos, were small wooden blocks in the shape of an entwined “E” and “H.” At first I thought that the “A” for Andrew’s first name was simply missing, that one of the pieces would bear it, but that wasn’t the case: In the last frame at the end of the hall there was a photo of a huge “E” and “H” that were solely compiled of pictures of New York.
“E” and “H”?
I continued walking down the hallway, smiling at the more “esteemed” photos he’d hung of himself. I stopped when I heard the sound of running water and followed it into a massive bedroom.
Everything was cloaked in black—the sheets that covered the king sized bed, the long silk curtains that hung over the balcony’s French doors, and the plush rug that sat atop his polished wooden floors.
I walked over to his armoire and pulled out the first drawer.
“What are you doing?” Andrew was standing right behind me.
“I was...” I stalled as he wrapped an arm around my waist. “I was looking through your stuff.”
“Looking for anything particular?” He kissed the shell of my ear from behind.
“I’m looking for where you keep all my panties.”
He let out a low laugh. “They’re all next to my bed.” He slid his hand underneath my skirt and stalled once his fingers reached my bare pussy. “Since you’re not wearing any, do I need to give them back to you?”
I rolled my eyes and he let me go.
The restaurant was now silent.
“You two are beyond selfish and you don’t even know it.” I shook my head. “I’m voting for the other guy.” I stormed off amidst gasps and whispers from the other tables—slightly content that my parents’ picture perfect image had been publicly scratched a bit.
“Your number, Miss?” The valet said to me as I stepped outside.
“My what?”
“Your number?” He tilted his head to the side. “For your car?”
Shit... I sighed and looked over my shoulder.
Patrons were pointing in my direction and I couldn’t bear to go back inside just because I didn’t have a ride home.
I considered calling a cab, but I knew that was pointless. It would take forever to get here, and I could probably walk to my apartment faster than they would arrive.
There was a bus stop a mile or so down, but I only had a credit card. I doubted Andrew would come get me, but I decided to give it a try.
Subject: A Ride.
I really need a favor...
—Aubrey
Subject: Re: A Ride
Wanting to take a ride on my cock in the middle of the day shouldn’t be considered a “favor” at this point.
—Andrew
Subject: Re: Re: A Ride
I’m not talking about your dick. I’m talking about your car...Would you be able to pick me up right now? I was at a dinner with my parents but it didn’t end well...and I don’t have my car.
If you can’t, I’ll understand.
—Aubrey
Subject: Re: Re: Re: A Ride
Where are you?
—Andrew
Half an hour later, he pulled into the country club’s driveway.
I slipped into his car before he could even park—not looking back at the snooty members who were probably whispering and wondering about what had happened between me and my parents.
“I’m taking you home, right?” he asked as he pulled off.
“No...”
He looked over at me. “Am I taking you to GBH?”
“If you want. Just not to my apartment.” I paused. “I’m sure my parents will stop by there after dinner and try to talk to me so...”
“Have you eaten?”
“Lost my appetite...” I said softly, then I smiled. “But if you’re interested in taking me on a date right now, I’m not opposed to that.”
“Why would I take you on a date?”
“Because you owe me one.”
“Since when?”
“You once said that you would take me out if we ever met in person, and you haven’t done it yet.”
We approached a stoplight and he turned to face me.
“If I was even vaguely interested in taking you out right now—which I’m not, where the hell would I take you if you’ve already eaten dinner?”
“Surprise me.” I shrugged and leaned against the glass—shutting my eyes. I could picture him staring at me, giving me that “You’re out of your damn mind” look, and as he steered the car back onto the street, I smiled—hoping that this would be the start of us going out regularly.
I was dreaming of him kissing me in the gallery room again when I felt him gently shaking my shoulder.
“Aubrey...” he whispered. “Aubrey, wake up.”
I lifted my head and looked outside my window. There were lush plants and a massive glass paned building—an executive condo. My heart skipped a beat because I knew he’d never taken a woman to his place before, and I was happy that I would be the first.
I looked over at him, ready to say something, but then I saw him fiddling with a green parking pass and I looked out the front window—seeing where we really were.
Outside of a Hilton hotel.
“Your idea of taking me on a date is bringing me to a hotel?”
“It’s more about fucking you in the hotel.”
“Andrew, this is where you take all your other dates...”
“And?”
My heart sank. “Do you not see why bringing me here would hurt my feelings?”
“Would you prefer the Marriott?”
I blinked.
“They don’t have the same standard of room service,” he said, “but if that’s what you prefer—”
“Just take me home—right now.” My voice cracked and I leaned against the window, shutting my eyes again. “I’ll deal with my parents...”
I woke up on a plush leather couch, tucked underneath a soft black blanket.
Sitting up, I saw that my shoes had been taken off and placed in a rack on the other side of the room. A tray of fresh fruit and chocolates were sitting on the small table in front of me, and there was a bottle of wine sitting next to two stemmed glasses.
The room looked as if it’d been plucked from a magazine: silk white draperies, taupe walls, and portraits framed in silver. One of those portraits was of a fucking hotel, making it clear exactly where I was.
I immediately tossed the blanket off—ready to find Andrew and yell at him for bringing me here against my wishes. I walked down the hallway, slowly noticing that the pictures hanging on the wall were of him.
In one picture, he was standing on a beach, looking off into the distance. In another he was standing in front of a NYC cab, and in another he was lying against a city park bench.
He was young in all of these photos—his eyes held a more boyish charm, and if I wasn’t mistaken, he looked happy. Extremely happy.
In between all of the larger photos, were small wooden blocks in the shape of an entwined “E” and “H.” At first I thought that the “A” for Andrew’s first name was simply missing, that one of the pieces would bear it, but that wasn’t the case: In the last frame at the end of the hall there was a photo of a huge “E” and “H” that were solely compiled of pictures of New York.
“E” and “H”?
I continued walking down the hallway, smiling at the more “esteemed” photos he’d hung of himself. I stopped when I heard the sound of running water and followed it into a massive bedroom.
Everything was cloaked in black—the sheets that covered the king sized bed, the long silk curtains that hung over the balcony’s French doors, and the plush rug that sat atop his polished wooden floors.
I walked over to his armoire and pulled out the first drawer.
“What are you doing?” Andrew was standing right behind me.
“I was...” I stalled as he wrapped an arm around my waist. “I was looking through your stuff.”
“Looking for anything particular?” He kissed the shell of my ear from behind.
“I’m looking for where you keep all my panties.”
He let out a low laugh. “They’re all next to my bed.” He slid his hand underneath my skirt and stalled once his fingers reached my bare pussy. “Since you’re not wearing any, do I need to give them back to you?”
I rolled my eyes and he let me go.
