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Always able to rely on her for anything, Avery had my pizza waiting for me and the coffee brewed. The condo smelled wonderful with my favorite meatball, extra cheese, and onion pizza. It was so good to be home. After being at the crowded gala, I loved the quietness of our condo.
Our condo was huge, too big for the two of us. The front door opened into our large vaulted ceiling living room. The kitchen was our favorite room, mammoth with stainless steel appliances and granite countertops; we seemed to be in there all the time. Avery hired an interior decorator to come in and make our home cozy and rustic. We each had our own large bedroom with our own bath, two guest rooms and two more baths. When we couldn’t keep up with cleaning, we hired a maid that came in once a week. We were two lucky girls living the single life in a very happy, luxurious way.
All I could think about once I walked in the door was: pizza. I couldn’t remember the last time I ate. It was my go-to food when I starved myself before and during parties. Rosa was my nickname when I was a little girl. My love for pasta, bread, and desserts in my family’s restaurant contributed to this name and the fact I had to shop at the Pretty Plus section in the department store. It wasn’t till puberty that I'd lost the weight and became curvy. It was like one night I went to bed chubby and the next day I woke up with tits and an ass.
I still had this food issue and being self-conscious eating in public. When I had to go to these events, I ate enough to look like I was eating then came home and pigged out.
When I walked into our condo, I was reeling from what the Ambassador had done to me and ready to tear into the pizza. When I knew Avery was going to bed, my favorite vibrator would be coming out to help me sleep. The Ambassador had stirred up something in me that had not been stirred in a long time, maybe not ever. He was all that was on my mind while I told Avery everything and shoved a second piece of pizza down my throat.
“Holy fuck, Izz. He wants you.”
“No he doesn't. You should’ve seen the beauties hovering over him.” I didn’t tell her he kept staring at me. I haven’t had a man look at me so much or as intensely as he had. It was as if he was undressing me with his eyes. I know it’s cliché, but it’s how I felt.
“Fuck, Izz. Look at you. You’re beautiful. It sounds like he couldn’t keep his eyes off you.” I sat with her on our sectional sofa.
“I’m not his type. Look at this ass and these boobs and this pizza isn’t helping. He had some redhead hovering around him that was rail thin.”
“You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you? He wants you bad, Izz. So what if he just wants to fuck? You can add 'Ambassador' to your list. How cool that will sound one day sitting around with your girlfriends talking about the different men you’ve been with. You can say you fucked the French Ambassador.”
“You have a point.” I couldn’t hold back a smile. Avery didn’t sugar coat anything.
“You have to look fuckable for Monday.”
“How do you know what’s fukable?” I watched as Avery destroyed a piece of pizza. She ripped off the cheese and meatballs and ate the crust with sauce. It made me crazy.
“I’ve fucked men. Torturous, but I tried it,” she smiled. I looked at her. I forgot she dated men to keep her parents happy before she came out. I was with her the day she came out to them. I prayed it would go well for her and we were both surprised when they accepted her with love and understanding.
“I’m not going to work dressed like I’m straight off the pole, Ave.” I sipped my coffee as I went for a second piece.
“Of course you can’t. What the hell, Izz? I do have class. We’re going to make you look like you’re smart, but love to fuck on the desk.”
“Christ. What does that involve, dare I ask?” Though I loved her designer clothes, Avery could wear some crazy outfits at
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