Chapter 1 Claire POV
"Claire are you OK..?" Jenny knocked on my door nonstop. She has again succeeded in interrupting my mastubation.
I reached my climax and picked up my black lace thong off the floor putting it on."Claire open up !"yelled from the door. I walked to the door hiding my vibrator in between the armchair cushions.
As soon as I opened the door Jenny came rushing in "what were you doing in here that you wouldn't open for your best friend ?". She gave me a naughty look " are you with a man ?".
Oh lord not this again , Jenny has been trying to get me to go on a blind date since for ever and its annoying how she sets me up with stuck up assholes.
"No Jenny I wasn't with a man ,what do you want ?"
I gave her a questioning look hoping she hasent set me up yet again.
"Well you have a date tonight." She clentched her jaw I could see that she was hoping I would accept. She does this all the time ,she sets me on a blind date and acts all innocent knowing well I hated when she did that. I looked at her wearing a emotionless expression on my face ,waiting for her to convince me.
" His name is Cole ,he's an accountant and he's really hot. Please go. Please just this once and if it doesn't work out I'll never set you up again. "
"Fine. What time...?"
"18:00 pm. Bye now I'll leave you to get ready. "
"What.... 18:00pm ? That's two hours from now."
Jenny smiled and quickly sneaked out leaving me shocked. Back to reality I might as well get ready.
I took a long shower brushed my hair and tied it neatly at the back. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked sexy my c-cupped breasts. My blue eyes and plump lips made me look sexier. I put on a sexy little black dress that sotopped at my mid thigh.
Just as I finished getting ready there was a knock on the door. No let me rephrase that there was a loud bang on the door.
I went on and opened only to see a drunk hottie at my door. This can't be my date I thought to myself. He was wearing a wearing a black suit with a crisp white shirt some buttons undone. He reeked of viniger and garlic. His eyes undressed me, I suddenly regretted my choice in clothing.
"Sheyyy Shexyy, can'tz waitz to getz dzown on you tsunight. "
I can't believe this. If a wrote a book about bad dates this would be my worst yet.
"I'm sorry, to ruin your night. I'm not going anywhere with you. I mean of you haven't noticed you're drunk." For an accountant he sure hasent calculated this properly. He just stood there looking at me dumbfounded. This can't be my date. I decided to close my apartment door leaving the drunked there talking to himself.
I tried dialing Jenny hoping she can confirm that the big ball of stink outside my door wasn't my date. Voicemail.
I need a drink.
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