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  SPEED DATING

  A PHAZE FETISH HEATSHEET BY

  YVETTE HINES

  Phaze 6470A Glenway Avenue, #109 Cincinnati, OH 45211-5222

  This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  eBook ISBN 1-59426-903-3

  Speed Dating © 2006 by Yvette Hines

  All rights reserved under the International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

  Cover art © 2006 by Kathryn Lively

  Phaze is an imprint of Mundania Press, LLC.

  www.Phaze.com

  Also by Yvette Hines

  Santa's Helper

  One

  "Place order? Yes." Jenna hit the enter button on her keyboard and

  waited for the confirmation of her order. Diiiing-dong. Like Pavlov's dog, Jenna's heart accelerated at the sound of the doorbell. Grabbing her mouse, she maneuvered the cursor down the screen until her desktop toolbar popped up, allowing her to see the time in the corner. The time reflected her exact speculation.

  "Always on time." She rose from her desk and walked across her living room toward the front door. Stopping next to the Montello console table, she eyed the plain woman reflecting back at her. She quickly fluffed and fingered the wild natural curls in her hair then snatched off her glasses. Immediately, her eyes began to squint so she put them back on. Blind as an earthworm without them, she didn't want to make a mistake and reach for the wrongpackage.

  Giving up, she opened the door, pasting on what she hoped was a sassy smile on her face, and not one showing the silly giddy emotions fluttering in her stomach.

  A brown and tan delivery uniform never looked so good. Malcolm's six-foot frame encased in the khaki material made her mouth water. He was a bittersweet chocolate like an authentic candy bar and probably just as delicious. With Valentine's Day coming up she would love to have a sample of him. Now, how can I get that ordered from Amazon? Swallowing, so she wouldn't drool, she greeted him, "Hi, Mr. Douglas."

  The ever-familiar lopsided grin played with a single corner of his mouth. "Ms. Taylor, everyday for the last three months I've been telling you to call me Malcolm."

  She laughed, attempting to make it sound lighthearted and whimsical. Not in her nature to be carefree and flirtatious, but Malcolm posed the best opportunity for her to practice it daily. "As your customer, I'm ordering you to call me Jenna."

  The verbal dance started their encounter every evening, but like always there was something in Malcolm's eyes each time she said the final line. She couldn't call it a sparkle or twinkle, because the slight twitch of one of his eyebrows made the look indescribable. Jenna always felt as if he were attempting to give her a message, but maybe his professional integrity declared he uphold some honor system.

  He gave her a sexy smile, erasing the earlier look. "I couldn't do that."

  Sighing, she moved into the next phase of their conversation. "So what do you have for me today?"

  Pulling both a small box and his electronic clipboard from under his arm, he held them out to her. "I've never asked you before, but what kind of business do you own?" Malcolm pulled out the stylus from the top of the clipboard and passed it to her.

  After the first month, Malcolm stopped giving her the formality speech about where to sign. Everyday for the last three months, except Sunday, made it redundant.

  Their fingers brushed as she reached to take the pen-like object from him causing her skin to tingle as if a million fuzzy caterpillars were crawling up her arms. Her breathing laborious, her mouth went dry and on impulse, her tongue darted out of her mouth, sliding along her bottom lip, barely moistening it. Malcolm's eyes followed the movement of her tongue with what she could only hope was interest. It took every ounce of her strength not to step onto her porch and throw herself into his arms.

  Her fingers poised above the mini signature window, she gazed into his hazel eyes when they once again met hers. Squeezing the stylus, to hide the slight tremble of her hands, she asked,"Why do you think I own a business?"

  Malcolm shrugged. "Most people I deliver to daily own a business they run from home." Tapping the top corner of the box, he continued, "Another tip, all your packages come from the same place."

  She could feel her shoulders sink as understanding dawned on her fully. To Malcolm she was just another frequent flier customer. If she were her best friend Natalie, she would have been saucy and flippant, telling him she was ordering dildos in various sizes for an orgasm experiment. But, she was Jenna. "I don't have a business. They're just books."

  The tilt of his head appeared both sexy and curious. "Books? You know you can order them shipped in one package?"

  Jenna laughed again. It sounded weak and flat to her own ears. She didn't want to even consider how it may have appeared to Malcolm. "I'm impatient and don't want to wait. I do a lot of pre-ordering."

  "Hey, I don't mind. You're one of my favorite customers. I like seeing you each day."

  Malcolm's words made her sure the depression she now felt was evident to him. Man, that just made me feel more pathetic.

  "Thanks." For once, she couldn't wait to get out of Malcolm's presence. Stepping deeper into her house, she ended the encounter. "I need to get back to something…I was doing." She made a flapping gesture over her shoulder toward the general direction of her living room.

  "Well, I'm sure I'll see you tomorrow." He told her confidently as he smiled, displaying an even set of pearl white teeth contrasting his dark skin.

  Remaining silent, Jenna gave him a small nod then closed the door, refusing to allow herself the pleasure of watching his sexy swagger toward his truck. She always loved Malcolm's walk. His type of walk gave women wet dreams and titillating fantasies. Because of it and Malcolm himself, she frequently found herself masturbating on her couch minutes after his departure. Not today.

  Today, she pressed her back against the hard, cold door feeling like a fool. Banging her head against the hard wood, she called herself and idiot repeatedly. Her ringing phone stopped her self-abusive sadistic behavior. Dejected, she walked over to the couch and sat down before

  answering the phone. "Hello." "Man, Jenna, you sound like your best friend has been abducted by aliens and changed into a pod. This is not true, because I can attest to the fact I am here, whole and sexy."

  "Great." Jenna tucked her feet under her hips, dragging a finger up and down the sharp crease in her slacks. She never changed out of her work clothes until after Malcolm left. The outfits she wore to work were not sexy or daring; they were business casual, appropriate for a legal secretary. They easily beat her normal lounge-around-house grunge, consisting of sweatpants and extra large T-shirt.

  "Earth to Jenna!" Natalie yelled into the phone. "Maybe you're the one who has been abducted. I thought you'd be halfway through your second orgasm by now. What happened, lover boy didn't show up today?" Gazing up toward the window, Jenna stared through the sheer

  curtains to her front yard."Yeah, he showed. Just like always." "Okay, girl." Bold authority entered Natalie's voice. "You're going

  to tell me what has upset you, or I'm coming over now." There was no doubt in Jenna's mind Natalie would be over to her house in a flash if she didn't spill the news. "Fine, if you want to hear how foolish your friend is, then I'll tell you." "Don't skip any of the details either." Natalie ordered. Jenna filled her friend in on the conversatio
n between her and

  Malcolm. "Now, I know, there's no chance for Malcolm and I." Jenna heard her friend exhale loudly into the phone. "Please don't tell me you're back at the black and white song and

  dance again." Shocked, Jenna exclaimed, "What? No. I was talking about the fact

  Malcolm has never thought of me in any way except as a customer." "Chin up, Jenna. You don't know for sure." A humorless laugh erupted from Jenna. "Yes, I do." "Jenna, I've told you for months to be straight forward with Malcolm. You wouldn't be moping if you would've just told the man you wanted to fuck him until his dick was raw." There wasn't a shy, subtle bone in Natalie's mocha-colored body. "Damn it, Nat. I'm not like you." "What can I say? Some people are Doms and others subs." "Oh, hell, Nat, why don't you just tell me I'm a gutless wimp?" "Don't 'Hell, Nat' me. I don't have gutless wimps as friends." Natalie's voice softened. "I'm calling my client tonight and canceling on him."

  "You don't have to do that. I'll be fine as soon as I get up and cancel the order I made for tomorrow. The last thing I need is to bring myself esteem down any further by seeing Malcolm again. Knowing it's all for nothing." Jenna slumped into the couch cushions, resting her head on the back.

  "I know I don't have to. It's what I'm going to do. Sit tight, I'll see you soon."

  Hanging up the phone, Jenna walked with purposeful strides to her computer. She uncharacteristically plopped into her desk chair and rolled closer to the keyboard. After a few clicks, she'd cancelled her order. "No more torturing myself with Malcolm." Closing out of the Internet, she stood and headed to her room to change. "For now on, I'm strictly doing all of my shopping in the mall." * * * * Holding up two martini glasses in one hand, a carafe of green liquid in the other and a plastic container tucked under her arm, Natalie stood in the middle of Jenna's living room and announced, "I thought the occasion called for appletinis."

  "Oh, you do know how to woo a girl." Jenna took an empty glass from her friend.

  Natalie filled both of their glasses with the alcoholic beverage. "You must have been speaking to my clients." Setting the container on the table, she opened it, removed two apple slices, and dropped them into their drinks, causing liquid to slosh and spill over the edge, dripping on their hands. "With the right recommendation, I could find a slot for you in my schedule." Natalie punctuated her words with a wink as she took her seat on the couch.

  Jenna laughed out loud as she sat down on her love seat across from Natalie. "Nat, I'm not a fool. My pay as a legal secretary doesn't allow for extravagant spending." Leaning back against the cushions, she drank liberally and sighed, closing her eyes. After a moment, she opened them. "Besides, sweetling, you're lacking in a particular item I've been fond of for years."

  Mimicking her position, Natalie began to sip her drink. "You'll be amazed what can be strapped on."

  "Not with you I wouldn't." Jenna tapped the fruit slice, watching it bob up and down in the green liquid.

  Finishing the remainder of her drink, Natalie pulled out the apple and pointed it at her. "You know me too well."

  This game was old hat for them. Jenna had no illusion in her mind. She knew her friend didn't want to have sex with her. She was not Natalie's type. Natalie liked men and women with very high-powered jobs: people who gave orders that others jumped to follow. Natalie got off on making them bow to her will and desires.

  Jenna lived vicariously through Natalie, allowing fear to keep her from living out her own fantasies. Grabbing the carafe, Jenna refilled both glasses. "Oh, I really shouldn't be getting drunk. I have to work tomorrow."

  "Drink up, Jenna. It's Valentine's week. You're either supposed to look like crap from drinking your loneliness away or glowing from getting fucked royally every night."

  "Valentine's week?" Jenna mumbled around an apple slice in her mouth, as she intermittently sucked the fruit juice and vodka mix from it. Biting half of it, she asked, "When did it become a week?" She chewed and washed it down with the appletini. "I'll have a hard enough time getting through Wednesday. Shit, a whole week would kill me."

  "It's because you see yourself moping around for the day; watching everyone else get flowers, candy, and all other kinds of sappy things. But, I have the fix for your blues."

  Putting her feet up on the corner of her coffee table, Jenna groaned. "Do I want to hear this?" "Yes, you do." A wicked glow lit Natalie's eyes. "I'm starting to feel nervous, and you haven't even said anything yet." A single corner of Jenna's bottom lip found itself seized between her teeth. "I'm getting you a date for Valentine's Day. We're going out." "Where?" Jenna watched her friend swirl the fruit in her drink in

  circles. "You'll find out tomorrow. I'll be here at six to pick you up. You'll

  need to dress sexy." Locking her gaze on her friend, she pondered what adventures

  Natalie was planning. "I don't think I want to go out. I'd rather stay here." "I'm not allowing you to weasel out of this." Natalie eyed her across

  the coffee table. "Nat, I'm not—" Jenna tried to plead her case. "You're going," Natalie ordered. Jenna fell silent immediately. Something in her friend's tone and gaze let Jenna know there would not be a debate. "Fine." Jenna responded. "I'm going to need more to drink." She stood, picking up the empty carafe and headed toward the kitchen.

  "The Smirnoff and schnapps are on the counter, and the juice is in the refrigerator." Natalie's voice followed Jenna.

  Jenna mixed the drink in silence. However, her mind worked overtime wondering why she allowed herself to give in to Natalie. Do I really want to go? No, but another Valentine's Day alone is not appealing. It screams pathetic. By the time, Jenna finished making the drinks she became resolved to the idea of going. Exiting the kitchen, she saw Natalie crank up the volume of her CD player as she began to sway to the music. She admired her friend's graceful, confident movements. In burgundy leather pants and a black vest top, Natalie resembled a regal sex goddess: smooth brown skin, full thick lips and man loving hips. Her friend worked it all to her benefit. "What, Nat, was I boring you?" "Never that." Natalie smiled at her over her shoulder wagging their two empty glasses in her hand. "Bring the liquor. Before we get good and plastered, removing our ability to see straight, we're going to think of something to order that will make your Mr. Mailman raise more than his eyebrows wondering what's in the box. Something from an adult toy store."

  Jenna sat down and refilled both the glasses with appletini. "So, I get a mysterious box. Big deal. Most of those places use a generic name so their customer's shopping is anonymous."

  A lascivious grin broadened the width of Natalie's lips. "Not if we order from Elite Erogena. Their packages come in bright pink packages with their name stamped directly above the return address, including the web address across the bottom." "Are you serious?" Shocked, Jenna felt her eyelids stretching. "Yup. Elite Erogena is for people with bold erotic tastes. I love them because their package just dares people to ask." Natalie laughed and sipped her drink.

  "Oh, hell." Jenna rolled her eyes. "It will be just my luck to have Ms. Hanover two doors down get this package by mistake." Tipsy, Jenna giggled at the thought and drank more. "It would serve her nosey ass right." Natalie declared.

  Two

  "Nat, what is this place?" Whispering, Jenna scanned the room, attempting to be inconspicuous and not stare. Warning bells had been going off in her head since her friend arrived at her house demanding she change out of what Natalie called a nun's habit. Originally, she had been dressed in her best work outfit, a gray silk skirt and a white cotton blouse with Victorian cuff.

  "It's a coffee shop. The owner of the Coffee Den opens the place up for a select few at night after the place closes. One night a week, he sets it up for speed dating, usually Friday. He changed the day because of the holiday. It's always anonymous as well." Natalie responded self-assured as she faced her, daringly dressed in a black latex rubber boy-legged cut jumper and stocking boots. Stepping over to a small table by the door, Natalie picked up a clipboard and paper. "Aren
't you glad you decided to change?"

  Decided ? When Natalie asked her what in the hell she was wearing then marched her to her bedroom and practically stripped her bare and forced her into a white latex dress and elaborate Mardi Gras mask, Jenna would call that anything but a willing choice. Natalie even made her remove her glasses and stick contacts in her eyes. Changing the subject she asked, "What if you like the person you meet?"

  "If you have a connection, then you and that person make arrangement to meet outside of here."

  Tugging on the hem of the rubbery outfit, Jenna's heart raced with trepidation. "Nat, I'm not sure this is a good idea. The last time I allowed you to talk me into speed dating, I didn't even find a match. Let alone a date." "You will tonight." Following close on her friend's heels, Natalie led Jenna through a

  door and down a dimly lit set of stairs until they reached the bottom. Jenna scanned her new surroundings. She was amazed at the difference in the two floors. Upstairs there were tables and chairs scattered around the room and computer monitors for internet surfing. The smell and décor of the floor above screamed caffeine haven with lots of brown and cream colors splashed across the walls and countertops. Downstairs, the scene held the same style tables and chairs, except their color was red and black marble. The atmosphere pulsed with dark secrets. Jenna didn't know if it was from the interior design or the people. Approximately twenty people in the room already, they were all dressed in various rubber or leather apparel—some extremely revealing. Everyone wore masks.

  It took everything in her power to keep her chin from dropping in shock. Where have I let Natalie take me?

  "Here fill this out." Natalie handed her the clipboard. "Rate your interests from one to four. One being something you have done. Two is done it and liked it. Three being something you're interested in, and four is something you don't think you ever want to do."

  Taking the things, she noted and wondered why Natalie wore a thick black band on her left wrist. Afraid of her friend's answer if she asked about the purpose for the single band, Jenna concentrated on reading the list of items inside of the columns. She quickly took hold of Natalie's arm and stepped to the side away from any of the other speed daters milling around the room.