Dial a Stud: Dante's Story Read Free

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