Mr. Masters (Mr. 1)

“Fuck off! He did not?”

I smile; you don’t know the half of it. “Oh, he did.”

She chews her sandwich, her eyes the size of saucers. “What happened then?”

“I let him.”

Her mouth falls open. “I don’t believe this.”

I grin. “He’s so fucking hot.”

“How was it?” Her eyes hold mine. “How’s his dick?”

“Huge.”

She puts her fingers over her mouth in surprise.

“He came.” “He came?” She gasps.

“I felt the jerk, and then the movie ended so he jumped up and went to bed.”

She chews her sandwich slowly, never blinking. “I can’t fucking believe that story. What happened after that?”

“Nothing. He’s just being normal again now.”

“Wow.”

I fall back on the blanket and grin to myself as I enjoy the sunrays on my face. “Yep, I’m officially a foot wanker.”

She shakes her head. “Now I’ve heard everything.”

It’s 4:00 p.m. I’m pissed.

I just got my period and it’s my date night. I get to see him one fucking night of the week and I go and get my stupid period. The worst part is that I’m now going to have to call him and tell him I can’t come. I can’t put it off any longer. He’ll be leaving his office soon to go to the hotel.

I dial his number.

“Hello,” he answers in that sexy voice of his. I can tell he’s in his car.

Damn it, he’s already left.

“Hi,” is all I can say.

“You on your way?”

“No.” I frown. “Are you alone in the car?”

“Yes.”

“I…” I pause because I really don’t want to have to say this. “I don’t think I can come tonight.”

“What? Just a minute…” I hear a rustling, and then he picks up his phone and I can tell he’s just pulled over. “What’s wrong?” he asks.

“It’s not a good time of the month for me.”

“Since when?”

“Since just now.”