Page 5 of Size Game

“Yeah.”

We laugh again and continue our conversation about him. We start looking over his profile. He’s got some cute pictures. One has him on a beach, lounging on a towel in the sand. Clearly it is a staged picture, but who cares? You can see his perfectly toned chest and arms. We’re both a little surprised that he has no tattoos. Another has him at the gym working on his arms, and you can see every bulging muscle.

His profile also says he owns a business. It doesn’t say what kind of business, but there are at least two pictures of him with some tech stuff: one of him at a computer playing some game and another where he’s actually building something. Hailey is racking her brain trying to figure out who he is. She swears she’s seen him before, but the name doesn’t ring a bell and none of his pictures have struck anything either.

“So, he owns a business. Whatcha think? Like a little artisan soap store or like one of those skyscrapers? Clearly he’s got a hobby, but that could mean anything.”

“I don’t know. Out here, anyone can do anything. Hand-painted collector’s plates by day, robot builder by night.”

“He wants you for one night, right?”

“Yeah, and I’m fine with that. I don’t think I could do another committed thing again.”

The last time I was in a committed relationship was right before I moved to New York. We were really serious—engaged, in fact. I thought it was going to be a fairy-tale ending where we would get married and I would bear his children, the whole nine. We had been together for two years before he proposed, and we were engaged for another year after that.

But I found out he had been screwing around behind my back with an intern from his work. She got her internship solely because she was screwing him and wasn’t qualified in the least. I only found out everything when she showed up at my door four months pregnant with his kid.

He was in for a surprise when he got home that night. I already had everything packed and in my car. Most of his stuff was either in shambles or strewn about the yard—mostly her doing. I kept the ring and any valuables I deemed mine; after all he bought the ring forme.

From there I decided to chase my dreams and packed up my stuff. I flew to New York to try and get my big break in theater only to find out that it’s not what you do but who you know. I’m glad my first boss believed in me and helped me out. He really turned the tables for me. I may not have gotten my big break in theater, but I think it’s for the best.

“It’s one night and you know it’s one night. Dress to the nines, wear your best panties, go out and get a mani-pedi, get your hair did, everything. Make the night about you.”

“And if he wants to start things in the club or somewhere else?”

“Pack some condoms. It’s better to have them and not need them than need them and not have them. Why do you think I always have condoms and tampons in my purse?” She laughs.

“Can I call you just in case?”

“Always girl, you know that.”

We finish having coffee and bouncing ideas off one another, then kiss each other’s cheeks and head off in our own cabs. I head right back to my apartment to drop off my stuff and get myself ready for tomorrow. She’s right—I need a few hours to myself.

I find a nearby spa and get there ASAP. I know that I need to relax and enjoy. Once I get there, the ladies at the desk ask what I want. I tell them I have a hot date tomorrow evening. They exchange a glance and seem to know exactly what to do. One takes my things and finds a locker for it all. The other grabs a fluffy bathrobe and shows me to the first room.

I undress and lie on the table, awaiting a massage. A large dark, handsome man with a wonderful Italian accent comes into the room, and once he puts his hands on me, I swear I drift off into the ether. He has me turned me to putty within seconds. The smell of the lavender oil sends my mind wandering, and I don’t want to come back.

After that he gives me a salt scrub, one of those fancy cucumber-on-the-eye green facials, and a quick hand-and-foot soak. Once he leaves, a pair of tiny Asian women come in to work on my hands and feet. They scrub and file and shine until my nails are glistening and perfect. I couldn’t have asked for better.

After the few hours in heaven, I leave feeling like a million dollars. On my way home, I start to think about my date tomorrow night. I wonder what he’ll be like. Will he be stuck-up and prudish? Will he be nerdy and nervous? What about sensitive and caring? One can only hope he’s good in bed.

3

Alex

I’ve been at the club for about twenty minutes. I showed up early, scoped out the area, and got myself one quick drink. I know exactly where the best table is and have claimed it with my jacket. I don’t know what she likes, so I haven’t ordered anything for her.

I’m nervous and probably look like a creep, wandering around a club alone. I sip my drink and try not to look as creepy. I sit at the table and wait until I don’t feel any more eyes on my back, then I look around a bit more. There are quite a few people here, and the music is loud. I can feel the beats of the music reverberating through my chest.

A little while later, I see her coming through the door. I stand at the table and flag her down. She approaches, and she is gorgeous. Just like she said, she has a tight top that shows off her wonderful cleavage and a short skirt that barely hangs half an inch below her buttocks. She has cute suede ankle boots and a small jacket. Each and every curve is hugged by a stretched piece of fabric. I swear her top could burst at any minute, and wouldn’t that be a shame?

I pull out a chair for her, and she seems surprised. She sits, sets her purse down, and removes her jacket. Her arms are bare and beautiful. I just want to feel how soft her skin must be. I mouth a question, asking her if she wants a drink. She nods, so I go to the bar to get some drinks. I hand her a mai tai, and she sips it happily. I chose well.

We attempt to talk about our jobs over the loud music, and I feel the tip of her foot brush against my leg. I smile and scoot my chair closer to her. She immediately places her hand on my thigh and caresses it gently. I wrap my arm around her shoulder and pull her close. I may not know much about courting a woman, but I do know that if a woman flips her hair and tilts her head just enough to show you her neck, you kiss it.

The second my lips touch her skin, there is a spark. We both take notice. Her skin is soft and warm. Our drinks are gone within seconds, and instead of heading to the dance floor we leave and find the nearest hotel. Along the way she is hooked on my arm with her breasts pressed against me. I can’t help but glance down at her cleavage.

We’re barely in the lobby and she has a hand up under my jacket, gently raking her nails against my side. I’m shivering and trying very hard not to stumble through my words as I pay for a room at the front desk. We get the key and make it to the elevator.