Dial a Stud: Dante's Story (2 page)

“Fucking hell Gracie, will you stop putting yourself down. You’re beautiful, and you have the kind of figure, that a lot of women would envy you for. Have you ever really looked at yourself? Men want to fuck you because they think you’re beautiful, and sexy, not because they’re drunk, and can’t focus enough, to see you anymore.”

“You’re my best friend, you’re supposed to tell me how wonderful I am, what a genius I am, and how I’m like a siren drawing men, to me with my beauty and intelligence.”

Mel snorted. “Get your ass off the lounge woman and come with me.” She jumped up, taking my hand, and dragging me up with her. Knowing what she intended doing, made me reluctant to follow her, and I dragged my heels in an attempt to stall the inevitable.

She didn’t release me until we reached my bedroom, and I had been roughly pushed, into position before the full length mirror, mounted on one of the doors of my built in cupboard.

“Now look.” My chin was gripped firmly as I was forced to look at myself. Trouble was, with Mel’s fingers digging into my chin, they had pulled my bottom lip, into some ridiculously grotesque twist, so if she was trying to prove I was this gorgeous creature she spoke of; it was a fail.

“So thwat ars u twying thu pwoove?” I tried to ask, but I only ended up speaking some sort of intelligible gibberish.

“What?” Mel’s facial expression nearly made me burst out laughing. Well I would have if she’d have released me, but if she didn’t let go of my chin soon, I was more than likely going to start dribbling over her hand.

I tugged at her hand, and finally she seemed to get the message and released me. “Now look at yourself Grace. Have a close look at yourself and see what all the rest of us see.”

Shaking my head at her, I finally turned to look at my image in the mirror. I studied the woman staring back at me, and still couldn’t figure out, what Mel thought was so good. Ok, I wasn’t a complete shocker. I knew that much, but compared to her very petite frame, I was considerably taller and heavier.

Standing five foot nine inches, I had the classic hourglass figure, all hips and boobs. In my opinion, my legs were my best feature, long and with nice shapely calves.

My hair was a rich chestnut brown, that fell to just below my shoulders in soft waves. Unlike Mel, I didn’t have eyes that were an outstanding colour, they were simply brown or hazel as some would say.

I was lucky to have fully pouty looking lips though, and I’d also been blessed with good skin. I didn’t have any freckles and I’d never really had an issue with acne, even as a kid.

I knew, overall, I wasn’t too bad, but part of my insecurities came from my childhood. I’d been overweight and kids can be mean. I’d been given horrible names and the trouble is, shit like that sticks. It was all the cruel names that had led to that time of my life I tried not to think about. Although I’d slimmed down once I got passed puberty, with a combination of diet and exercise, I still thought like an overweight person, with all the self-esteem issues that come with it.

“Well? You’re awfully quiet Gracie girl.” Mel’s voice brought me back, from my troubled childhood, and I smiled at her.

“You’ve made your point. I get it. I’m not Frankenstein’s daughter, I get that. I just…I just…” I trailed off and I felt her arms come around me.

“I know Grace. I remember what it was like for you. Those kids were asses, and I bet they’re nothing more, than loser asses now. You’re beautiful, smart and funny. Now, are we going to stand here all night, and be a couple of sad saps together? We’re twenty four year old women, and twenty four year old women shouldn’t be home, on a Saturday night. So, is it to be the club, cinema or will you call, and get yourself, a stud or two?” She began to dance around the room singing. “Who you gonna call? Dial a Stud.”

I rolled my eyes. “That’s terrible, and you can’t sing. Don’t give up your day job.” I told her. “I’m not calling Dial a Stud. I can’t do that.” I sighed. “Fuck it. Let’s go and get ourselves plastered.”

“There’s a man at the bar, who hasn’t taken his eyes off you.” Mel shouted in my ear, as we danced to the loud music.

I rolled my eyes at her, to indicate I didn’t care, but I still found my attention drawn, towards the bar, as I searched for someone, who might appear to be looking our way.

“Are you sure he’s not looking at you Mel?” I yelled in her ear. “That dress looks amazing on you.” It did too. The blood red dress hugged her slim body to perfection. Her bob cut blonde hair, was stuck to her neck and brow, from exerting herself dancing, and her heavily made up face, glistened with perspiration. Even flushed from dancing, she still looked sexy, and those vivid blue eyes of hers, stood out brightly, against her long mascara darkened lashes, and black eyeliner.

Despite her assurances that I looked good, I still felt frumpy in comparison to her. After trying on nearly every item of clothing I owned, I’d finally settled on a corset dress. The fabric had a shiny appearance and was purple, but the entire dress had a black lace overlay, and the straps that zigzagged their way up the back, were also in black. It was strapless, fitted very firmly over my breasts and waist, before flaring out in an uneven hem. The front was short, finishing about mid-thigh, but the back of the skirt was down, almost to my ankles. I wore black high heel shoes and my hair was twisted up in a messy bun, with strands of hair hanging down that framed my face.

“Shit, shit, don’t look now, he’s coming over.” Mel’s excited voice was enough to make my heart start pounding.

“I bet he’s coming for you.” I said.

“Nah, it’s you he’s been watching all evening, and…oh my, he’s yummy.” I saw her eyes widen.

“I still think you’re wrong Mel. He’s here for you I bet. Dammit, I need to have a look, at this stud, that has you so wound up.” I started turning. “You need to get laid. You think every man you…” My words trailed off, when I found myself confronted by a trim waist. The lower half of his body was dressed in black jeans, and black boots. He wore a wide belt with a chunky buckle, but I didn’t stop there. A part of me didn’t want to look higher. I was embarrassed, because he may have heard my words to Mel. Still, the urge to see if the rest of him, was as good as what I could see of the bottom half, made it impossible for me to look away.

My eyes slowly continued up over a trim waist, broad chest, wide, really wide shoulders, tanned neck, and then I reached his face.

The first thing I noticed where his lips, full, sensual and presently curved up in a hint of a smile. He was clean shaven, although I saw the dark shadowing over his jaw. A dimple winked enticingly in one cheek, which made my heart flutter. I was a sucker for a nice dimple.

His nose was straight, but it was his eyes, when mine finally met his, that set my heart off like a runaway train. They were brown and normally I’d be kind of ‘blah’ over brown. I was with my own, but on this man, they were like a rich chocolate, and they seemed to suck me in, so it was impossible to look away.

He had beautifully shaped brows too, and I wondered if he had them waxed, or plucked. They were just so perfect, and his eyelashes were indecently long. No man should have lashes like that. It wasn’t fair.

Finally my eyes continued upwards to his hair. It was dark, nearly black, but not quite. He wore it slicked back in a small ponytail, low on the back of his neck.

As I stared at him, one perfect brow arched up, and I saw the corner of his beautiful mouth tip up, making me realise that I’d gone from a curious look, to blatant staring.

“God I’m sorry. You want my friend?” I asked; gesturing vaguely over my shoulder, in what I hoped was Mel’s direction.

“Actually it is you that I came over to see. Would you permit me to dance with you?” His voice was deep with a hint of an accent, or at least I thought there was, from what I could hear, over the noise of the music.

“I well…I…well…I…ok…yes I guess so.” I finally managed to spit the words out, cringing at my pitiful behaviour, in front of this god like creature staring down at me.

I turned to Mel, who was staring at the god, and looking about as star struck as I felt.

He reached out and surprised me, by taking my hand, his grip firm, and his skin warm, as his fingers closed around mine.

As if perfectly orchestrated, the song that had been playing finished, and the next one that started up, was a slow song. I swallowed hard, as if I had a piece of week old bread stuck in my throat, as the god pulled me into his arms. One arm wrapped around my waist, where I could feel the heat of his fingers spread out, over the lacing of the corset top of my dress. He still held my hand in his other one, but he moved it, so it was positioned between our bodies, resting against his chest.

I’m pretty sure my heart executed a perfect backflip behind my breast, being this close to this stunning creature. He began to move in time to the music, his movements fluid and strangely sensual.

I don’t think he was trying to be sensual, or dance sexy. It seemed to be a natural thing for him, and I knew I’d be gone, if I stayed in this man’s arms too long.

Mel and I had made a pact before we left home, that we wouldn’t pick up any men tonight. I had to shake my head at the cruel twist of fate, that had delivered this perfect example of the male species to me, and me not be able to do anything with him, should the situation arise at all.

I turned my head, and met my friend’s eyes. She was to one side, and partially behind him, her eyes nearly popping out of her head, as she gave him the once over, from the back. I could only assume, that her reaction meant, he looked just as good from the back, as he did from the front.

As we slow danced, my mind was filled with a thousand questions, but it was so loud in the club, and this was not the time or place to speak. For now, I just wanted to feel, and holy fuck, I was enjoying the feel. Of course, as our bodies shifted against one another, I had to rein in my desire to run my hands over him. Hell, I didn’t want to just touch the man; I wanted to wrap my body around him like a second skin.

Of course I didn’t, although it took all my self-control not to do it. I did raise my head though, and as subtly as possible, pressed my nose into the side of his neck, breathing deeply. God, the man smelled divine. There should be a law against a member of the opposite sex, being this incredibly sexy.

With every brush of his thighs against me, and with every touch of our bodies, I felt my resolve weakening.

“I will not invite this man home with me. I will not invite this man home with me.” I began the mantra in my head, as I struggled to block out his touch, smell, everything about him that had me, nearly in a puddle of need at his feet.

When the music finally stopped, I hastily extracted myself from his arms. No way in hell, would I be able to get through, another few minutes in his arms.

In my frantic haste, to extract myself from his highly addictive touch, I stumbled, and realised that I was about to add the ultimate humiliation to this evening; I was about fall flat on my ass.

Knowing me and my luck, that would mean legs up in the air, flashing my wares at the man. He was seriously hot and the reality of it all was, I wanted nothing more than to be on my back, legs spread as far as I could spread them, but not like this. Not sprawled out on the dance floor, surrounded by other people dancing.

Before I could put into motion the humiliating scene playing out in my head, I felt a strong arm circle my waist, and my backwards momentum was halted. Instead I found myself being propelled forward so fast, I stumbled again on my high heels, cursing my natural clumsiness.

I slammed into a chest that was so hard, it was like hitting concrete. He must work out like a mother fucker, to be so heavily muscled.

I expected the non-green version of the Incredible Hulk, who stood before me, and who had saved my less than dignified tumble to the dance floor, to keep me upright this time too. When in actual fact he stumbled backwards, probably due to me crashing against him, with all the elegance of a Mack truck, I was surprised when I felt us beginning to fall.

It seemed it was too late to stop it. The inevitable was happening. We were going down, and not in a good, sexual way. On our way down, I did see the crowds of dancers around us, turn to witness our fall, and not one person jumped forward to try and save us. If anything it was like the parting of the Red Sea, with everyone hastily stepping sideways, to give us a clear, uninterrupted patch of dancefloor to land on.

Even with the gorgeous stranger to cushion my fall, it still jolted me when we landed. That was probably because there didn’t seem to be anything soft on that man at all. He was hard, glorious, muscle on muscle all the way down his body. I knew this, because I was practically adhered to him, and could feel every one of those incredible muscles.

This might have been fun, had we not been sprawled out on a crowded dancefloor. A bed and no clothing between us, not to mention all the people around us, gone, would have really sweetened the deal.

Chapter Two

We lay there, probably beyond what might be considered a normal time, and still we continued to lie there, sprawled out on the dance floor, until we got into kind of creepy, been there too long, time.