The one, p.1
The One, page 1
THE ONE
JORDAN SILVER
Copyright © 2023 by Jordan Silver
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CONTENTS
1. Steph
2. Steph
3. Mace
4. Steph
5. Steph
6. Steph
7. Mace
8. Steph
9. Mace
10. Mace
11. Steph
12. Steph
13. Steph
14. Mace
15. Mace
16. Mace
17. Mace
18. Mace
19. Steph
20. Mace
21. Mace
22. Mace
23. Steph
24. Mace
25. Steph
26. Mace
27. Steph
28. Mace
29. Steph
30. Mace
31. Steph
32. Steph
33. Stehanie
34. Mace
35. Stephanie
36. Steph
37. Mace
38. Steph
39. Steph
40. Mace
Epilogue
STEPH
“Um-um, gimme some.”
“Some a what? Where?” My best friend Natalie turned around fast enough to give herself whiplash. I inclined my chin to the hottie that was making his way through the crowd on the dance floor.
“Who the nerd?”
“That’s no nerd; that is grade A cock right there.”
“Damn trick, your pussy is always on the prowl.”
“Damn straight. I was married to that asshole for ten years, and not one orgasm that wasn’t self-induced. If I hook up with some other limp dick asshole this time around, then that shit is on me. Only Grade A cock for this bitch. Yes’um.”
My eyes followed the man, who was easily taller than anyone else in the room. I know why Nat called him a nerd. “Just because he’s wearing glasses doesn’t mean he’s a nerd. You didn’t see him before he got swallowed up in the crowd. That grey at his temples and the way he walked through here like king of the fucking universe um-um.”
Nat craned her neck to get a better look when the crowd shifted, and he was once again in our sights.
“My pussy just genuflected; I’m telling you he’s the one.”
“Wait, are you sure?”
“Yep, and we always said if one of us got the vibe, then the other one must follow.”
“I know the rules, Steph, but are you saying he’s the one?”
“Um-hmm, the one who’s going to give us lots and lots of babies. Oh, lawd, I just creamed myself.” Just then, Mr. Hottie stopped dead in his tracks and stared right at us.
“Oh shit!”
Mace
I was making a spot check through my place, an impromptu decision since I’d been hearing from my best friend on the local force that there was some shady shit going on around here. Not my place per se, but the general area. The club had only been open for a few months, and it was my first time here during opening hours. I’d had the place bugged just this afternoon, video and audio, so that’s why I heard the two women who were holding up the bar talking.
I didn’t know who they were talking about at first, not until one mentioned the strip of grey hair at my temples—the bane of my existence since the age of twenty. Now at thirty-eight, I’m told it makes me look distinguished.
I didn’t let my eyes stay on them for too long, didn’t want them to realize I’d overheard their conversation. But I’d looked long enough to be distracted. They’d turned their backs and were now facing the bar though they kept sneaking peeks over their shoulders. I decided to head upstairs to my office, where I could see and hear them better, away from the noise.
I was halfway up the stairs when her words played over in my head. “Did she say give us babies? Both of them?” The fuck? Oh boy! My dick seemed way too happy at the prospect, but he’s always been a dumb fuck.
Steph
“Oh, fucking shit on a crooked dick, did you see that look? Look down on the floor Nat. Do you see my melted panties anywhere down there?” I almost reached beneath my dress to fan myself.
“We didn’t get a good enough look; where did he disappear to?”
“I don’t know, but I know there’s only one exit out this bitch, and my eyes are peeled.”
“I think you might have to hold onto me now. I’m not joking. If he walks his fine ass back through here, I’m jumping on his dick. If a man can melt my panties with a look, I don’t even want to know what he can do with his dick. Oh, lawd, I just know it’s big and long and thick.” I fanned myself because have mercy.
“How do you know what he’s packing?”
“I can tell. No man could have that innate confidence unless he was packing nine and up.” We hooted and hollered like the two hussies we aim to be, while deep down inside, we were very good girls who just like to cut up after a drink or two or ten.
“That should’ve been my first red flag with dickless. That man wouldn’t shit unless his mama told him it was okay. No spine, no spleen, no nothing, and teeny-weeny dick. But you know what, all jokes aside, it was my fault that I wasted those ten years. I should’ve been gone after the first year, but I hung around, for what?”
“Because I was afraid of what people might think. I didn’t want to be a failure. Ten years and I couldn’t even get a baby outta that low sperm count motherfucker, and I think he really is a motherfucker because no man needs to be that close to his mama. And that’s exactly what I told the judge too.”
“I know; I was there.”
“Oh yes, I forgot, you’re my lawyer and my best friend. And you got me my nice new settlement.”
“It’s what you deserve for putting up with that lump.”
“But I feel bad. We’re almost thirty-five, and I was the first one to get married, and I didn’t make us any babies.”
“I know, I know, I don’t hold it against you. Look on the bright side; at least we don’t share a child with dickless.”
“Can you imagine the poor kid going over there on his shared weekends, with dickless and the monster in law? I thank you, ovaries, for not letting me down and saddling me with that man and the hagfish of a bitchy mother-in-law.”
We saluted my ovaries for looking out, and then I looked for Mr. Hotness again. “I don’t see him; you sure there isn’t another exit?”
“Nope, and he hasn’t come back this way. Well, wait, I think there are the owner’s offices and stuff like that back there. That’s how it usually is in places like this.”
I pouted and went back to my drink, feeling sullen. Not that I would expect someone like him to look at me. He’s the kind of man who has women falling all over themselves to climb in his bed. While I’m just…. Me. The curvy divorcee who doesn’t stand a chance in hell.
“I guess we’ll never see him again. There go, my babies. Say goodbye to our babies Nat.”
“Giving up so soon? We’ve still got time, a few more years; I’m sure someone suitable will come along.” I shook my head in despair. “Nope, I think Mr. Hottie incinerated my ovaries with that look.”
Mace
She’s funny as fuck and cute with it. I’m not sure what she meant by giving them babies, but her friend is not my type. I know most people think that a man in my position should go for the type. Svelte, sophisticated, and malnourished. Nope, I like my women healthy. I like to feel her soft belly rubbing against me when I fuck deep. And big women have the deepest, wettest pussies you’d ever fuck.
I guess some small dick asshole might be intimidated, but when you’re packing thirteen and a half by five, you don’t worry about shit like that.
She looks like she would crank the jizz outta my balls and those tits. I’m already salivating. I gotta get to the bottom of this us and babies thing, though; I’m not down with that shit.
STEPH
“Oh Nat, here we are, thirty-five almost and still no prospects.” Nat and I have one of those. If you’re not married by age thirty, then we’ll marry each other type things going on. Only ours is a little bit different. We promised that when one or the other of us finds the right man, then that one would have babies, and the other would be the aunt. Nat and I have been obsessed with babies since like forever since we used to play with dolls as toddlers.
She’s got three divorces under her belt, and I’ve got one too many, so we came up with a plan.
I took a sip from my girly drink with the umbrella, don’t ask me what it is because I’m not the designated driver, and I don’t give a shit.
“I feel like crying.”
“Why’s that?” Nat slurped down her virgin-colored sugar water and looked around the bar.
“I don’t see Hottie McFine anywhere. Where did he go with my babies?” I yelled above the music. I think I’m losing it. Either that or they’re lacing these things with meth. Assholes!
“I can’t believe that asshole found someone else already. He’s the worst fucking human being on earth, and he can find two people stupid enough to fall for his shit. While I’m the nicest doormat this side of the Mississippi, and I can’t find one decent asshole on this fucked up orb.”
“Shh, Steph, I think you’v
“Dammit, all to hell, I’m getting laid tonight.”
“Steph, where are you going?”
“I’m going after my man; he went that way.” I’m not sure which way my finger was pointing, but I knew where I was going. I disappeared in the crowd before she could grab me.
What the fuck is down here? I peered into the darkness and couldn’t see squat for the first minute or so.
There was a long dark hallway with a light coming from beneath a door at the very end. It said Stairs in the red light above, and there was one of those commercial signs that said Personnel only or some such crap.
I pushed the door maybe a little bit too hard and almost fell flat on the floor, and would’ve if my fall wasn’t broken by something really hard. Maybe the floor would’ve been better. It was like running into a concrete wall at full speed.
I knew that it was a humanoid of some sort. I could hear the heartbeat under my ear, where it rested on his chest. I righted myself on my three-inch killer Louboutin heels, compliments of the asshole, and two strapping arms came around me to keep me steady on my feet.
I looked up, and my eyes widened before a smile broke out on my face.
“Looking for me?” Huh? What does he mean?
“Hi, baby daddy.” I fell flat against his chest again.
Mace
Just as I thought, this chick is more trouble than she’s worth. I’d sat upstairs in my office listening in on her conversation while checking her out. When she told her friend she was going looking for me and I saw her moving along the deserted corridor that led to the stairs, I figured I’d better go after her.
“Take me somewhere and fuck me.” She made lewd gestures with her hips and stared at my dick.
“I’m not fucking you, lady. You’re drunk. I’m not trying to catch a sexual assault charge in the morning when your scruples jump up and bite you in the ass.”
“Am not. My name is Stephanie Winters. I live at 622 Give A fuck Lane. I am thirty-five years old, and I’m not drunk. I’m horny; now let's go, baby daddy. It’s not polite to keep a lady waiting.”
The next thing I knew, her hand was on my dick, and she had me up against the wall. Of course, I didn’t want to hurt her, so that helped in her manhandling of me. One of my security guys busted through the door and gave me a what the fuck look, but I waved him off. “She’s fine. Her friend is at the bar. Tell her…tell her Stephanie is with baby daddy, she’s safe.”
This one grinned and wrapped her leg around my calf and an arm around my neck, pulling me down to her mouth. Have you ever tried wrestling a drunk size sixteen female with tits and ass for days? It ain’t easy.
No matter where I put my hands to ward her off, my dick got hard, and she was relentless. I half carried half dragged her up the stairs to the private room in the office. This office was separate from the rest of the guys, so I had no fear of anyone walking in on us after I put her to bed.
I tried putting her in there and leaving to give her some time to sleep it off before taking her home though I have no clue where Give A Fuck Lane happens to be. I shook my head as I took her shoes off, asking myself just what the hell I thought I was doing.
Short answer, with the shit that’s going on around here, I don’t want her to end up a statistic; long answer; after listening in on her conversation with her friend, I wanted to know more.
I heard a commotion outside the door and then a female voice leveling threats. I stepped back into the office and closed the bedroom door. On the monitor, I saw her friend giving security hell.
I snatched the door open. “Hello, Natalie.” She had the look of an owl who’d been caught mid-hoot. “Come in; your friend is safe.” I waved her through the door, and she rushed to the bedroom to see for herself.
“Steph, wake up.” She kept looking at me sheepishly. “This is so embarrassing, she never acts like this, and that’s not just a line.” She went back to trying to wake her friend up in between reassuring me of her sainthood. I’ll wait on that one.
Each time she pulled Stephanie up from the pillow, she fought her off and laid back down. “Why don’t you leave her here for tonight? I’ll see she gets home in the morning.”
“Do I know you?” I smirked at her and went back through the door to the office.
MACE
I watched her friend struggle to get her up, but she wasn’t budging. There was a lot of one-sided whispering and then a loud disgruntled, ‘I’m not leaving without my dick,’ and then more mumbling before Nat came back out looking sheepish as all hell.
“What’s the matter with your friend?” I asked, tongue in cheek like I hadn’t listened in on their whole conversation at the bar. She looked back towards the room where her friend was passed out on the bed, then gave me a quick rundown of what led up to today’s theatrics.
“After the divorce, well, she went nuts.”
“Divorce, huh? How long ago was this?”
“Well, they split a while ago, but it just became final this week. That’s why we’re celebrating.”
“I see.” I can understand that, I guess, tying one on after something like that. Plus, the way she was ranting and raving about some short dick asshole who I’m assuming is the ex, she seems to have a lot of shit to work off her chest. Though she seems more interested in finding a dick to ride. Probably to make up for the ten years of mediocre sex she’d complained to her girl about.
“You gotta believe me, she never acts like this; she’s the CEO of a fortune five hundred comp….” She clamped her hand over her mouth with her eyes going wide.”
“Not to worry, her secret is safe with me. Look, it doesn’t look like she’s going to leave anytime soon. Here’s my card; I’m Mace Donovan, the owner. You can leave her here, or you can stay with her, whichever you choose to do.” She bit her lip and looked indecisive, which again is totally understandable.
“I can’t. I have an early court date tomorrow.” Oh yeah, that one did say she was her lawyer. A lawyer and a CEO trawling in my club, I guess that could be good for business.
“Are you sure I can trust you? I mean, we’ve never even met. How did she get up here anyway?”
“She came looking for me.” I pointed at the patch of grey at my temple, and she finally caught on.
Again, she clamped her hand over her mouth, and her eyes went wide. “Okay, then, um.” She grabbed her phone from her purse and snapped a picture of her friend on my bed and a few of the office and me, very smart. She dropped the phone back in her purse and mumbled something that I’m almost certain was ‘though you might be the one who needs help.” Before taking one last look at her friend and leaving.
I went back to watching the crowd pretending that she wasn’t in there on the bed that I never let anyone use ever, not even my sister when she comes by with her friends. There have been plenty of times when one or the other of them have had one too many, and I’d have one of the guys run them home, but never have I ever allowed anyone into my inner sanctum. Not even security is allowed in here, and they follow me everywhere.
I got that itch after twenty minutes and stood up from my chair to go check on her. I walked gently so as not to wake her though I was dying to see her reaction when she woke up. I stood next to the bed and looked down at her. She slept on her side, facing the wall with her dark hair spread out like a halo on the pillow.
