Seductive

Chapter 2

"Oh, you stayed the night?" Zuri murmured when she threw off her blankets. She hated when they stayed the night, but half the time Zuri woke up in her bed with someone. A few occasions she would wake up in someone's bed; other times she'd wake up on the curb. Men would come by and decided to help her; their spouses got pissed when they had seen their husband help a drunk "sexy-ass-bitch" in a slutty outfit, but she was just tickled with it.

"Yeah, I thought we could go grab some grub," the blacked haired man explained. Zuri had forgotten his name after the tenth glass. She constantly kept her beer and wine stocked for her own parties. She would have one at least twice a month.

"Baby, you hear me?" he questioned. He yawned and rubbed his eyes like a sleepy child would. His eyes widened when he saw Zuri standing by her blue dresser, naked. He studied her up and down. His heart sped up and his boxers started to grow.

"Okay first, don't call me baby, and second, yes I heard you, but I'm finished with you so. . . Goodbye," Zuri scrunched up her nose and snorted. She opened her first drawer and yanked out black laced panties.

"W-what do you mean 'finished with me?' I thought we were great together. Please" He winced. His voice cracked when he caught her disgust. The black-haired man pleaded desperately, he struggled to evoke an emotional response from Zuri.

"I mean we fucked, now its goodbye," she snapped. Zuri rolled her eyes as if it were common sense to know it was goodbye. She didn't give a shit about his feelings even if he was head over heels for her.

"But last night was one of the best nights of my existence. You can't quit now," He whined and rose up in front of Zuri, his cock hung limp. She held back a laugh when she seen it.

"Not mine," she hissed. Five minutes wasn't good enough. He was a quick fuck, and she preferred an all-night kind of pleasure. She plucked out a blue tank top and skin-tight white jeans from her dresser.

"W-what?" he asked flabbergasted. He wanted to be with her. She made him feel alive, sense desire.

"Nothing," Zuri murmured as she strolled to the restroom. "Go back home to your wife. Just shut the door behind you." She spun around to head to the shower.

"My wife, she thinks I'm at my brother's for the weekend. So we can have one more night together," he whispered. He tried to be provocative but failed when he jumped at the echo of his phone.

"Hello, hey honey. I am with Matt right now. I got to go," the black-haired guy stuttered.

Zuri heard the woman on the other side of the phone. "Bullshit, Matt is here." Zuri laughed when she heard, what she suspected was his wife, capture him in a lie.

Zuri turned on the shower head and arranged her clothes on a drying rack. Her bathroom was big; she had two full body mirrors, one on the left wall next to her shower and the other on the right wall next to her elegant toilet. Her shower curtain had kiss marks on it.

She took the rest of her hair out of the pins and stepped into the warm water. Zuri started to hum; music had always been her favorite thing to flee to when her parents fought. She would hide under her blankets with earbuds in her ear, so she couldn't hear them. She didn't like the sound when her dad punched her mom.

"Wow you're truly great at singing," the black-haired man beamed. He shoved the kiss printed curtain back.

Zuri jumped at the tone of his energetic voice. "What the fuck you bitch! Get the fuck out of my condo," she roared. "Stupid cock bite," she growled her face reddened. His face flattened and he shifted around to take off.

"Fucking idiot," Zuri mumbled to herself.

She remained under the steaming water flow; her arms draped around her neck. Zuri always showered after sex. She didn't want to stink like her prey.

Zuri huffed when she opened her shampoo bottle. The suction of the bottle reminded her of the many nights she had to go with her mother to hotels; Zuri had to sit outside the bedroom door while her mother had given oral sex to many guys. She had asked her father what that noise was, his reply, a shampoo bottle being opened. The day Zuri found out what it truly was, she wasn't disgusted, or upset; instead, she felt nothing at all.

She heard her front door close and rolled her eyes. "About time," she snorted. 

"Zuri hurry up," Adrianna, Zuri's best friend, hooted from the front door. "I need to go to the bar," she added. Her voice was soft like honey. She slid her hands down her sides and flattened her one shoulder black sparked dress.

"Almost done A," Zuri sang.

Adrianna sat on Zuri's white L shaped couch full of pillows. She glanced out the picture window as a bird flew by. She turned Zuri's 54' TV on and tuned into Law and Order SVU, one of their favorite shows.

"So how was last night's shag-fest?" Adrianna laughed. She had watched Zuri leave the club last night with this man and hadn't heard from her till half hour ago. She almost wet her pants when she read Zuri's message. 'The worst sex ever; come over, so I can at least get some pleasure from this weekend.'

Adrianna had been with just as many individuals as Zuri, but she had met the one who would dominate her heart till the day she expired. She had picked up a few of his British slang, and wouldn't realize she used them until she was called out.

Adrianna yelped when Zuri pulled her Mahogany hair. Her green eyes made contact with Zuri's and a luminous smile spread across both of their faces.

"It was the worst, but I believe I previously informed you of that. He came in my hands after five minutes and fell asleep for the rest of the night, A. I had to get out my vibrator," Zuri admitted.

"Well, fuck lets go get shit faced," Adrianna howled. Her pulse hammered in her veins as she dreamed about all the things they could accomplish on a Saturday night.

Adrianna called a cab while Zuri finished putting her hair up and applied her make-up.

  "Cabs here Z," Adrianna shrieked from the window. *Beep beep*.  

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