In twenty minutes precisely,
the Spartan rang the doorbell. When I opened the door, I could not stop myself
from laughing. He stood all nice, tall and roasted. He was as red as a tomato.
His nose was a bit darker than the rest of the body; he looked as if he was on
fire. I could see now how hard he worked out at the gym the entire weekend.
As a good “babe”, I offered
to apply some lotion to his body. In a coo coo voice, he replied, “Yes please, babe”.
I was pressing his body so hard that I could feel him screaming in pain
internally, but he didn’t want to reveal it to me. He was flexing like a chimpanzee
in order to impress me when I offered to rub some lotion on his chest. Not much
to be impressed of, I was more disgusted of his cheapness.
Laughing inside like an evil
person, I thought how I could make him suffer more. It had all worked out
pretty well so far, all in my favor. On
a serious note, bear in mind that we had never held hands or hugged while the
Spartan wanted to sleepover.
I nicely dressed for the
sleepover in a long brown trouser, three layers of t-shirts, all in different
colors and of course thick pink socks. He was looking at me traumatized and
asked me if I sleep in that outfit. With a sweet smile on my face, I said, “Yes,
babe, it’s cold!” Of course like a man that he thought he was, all the way from
Sparta, he offered to keep me warm. So sweet of him I thought, but no, thank
you.
I started jumping on the bed
for a while and then comfortably rolled in the tiger print blanket. The face Spartan
made when he saw me doing all that was priceless. But don’t get too excited
because this man does not know what it means to work for a woman. He began
whining that his skin hurts and he wants a softer blanket. Sweetly, I made him
understand he needs to go to sleep because it was late and he had an important
meeting the next day.
His first attempt at being
the ever amazing Spartan: he holds me, and then he complains that my hand is in
his way. Then he got all pissed off and moved himself to the side calling me a
liar. It was funny, but was I really the liar? I turned around and told him, “I
think if there is a liar here, it is you. I was promised to be held the entire
night and all I got was complains and cries because you are burnt.”
Uh oh, I made him a bit
hopeful again and he told me to feel free to jump on him any time when I was
ready. His suggestion was taken into consideration and of course put into
action.
I pretended to be in a deep slumber
and thump! A hand landed on his burned chest. He screamed in pain. He carefully
removes my hand away and few seconds later, I threw and rubbed my hand on his
chest even harder. I was enjoying this. The entire night went on like that. I
turned on the lights a million times to go to the bathroom. He had taken a taxi
to my place so I promised to drop him to work in the morning. This gave me more
room to get on his nerves.
The Spartan was not a
morning person; quiet and grumpy with a headache which may have been caused due
to his damaged ego. I am sure he could not wait to leave my place. I had to
carry on with my show; how could it end so soon? On a normal day, I am the girl
that will not take time to dress up, and I will be ready in ten minutes, but
this time I needed at least an hour. While he took out some protein shake from
his bag, I paraded in my outfit, asking if I looked good in it; he said yes,
but oh no, the outfit was not very comfortable, I said in a very girly voice
and left to change. The parade carried on for a while; I changed three times
and finally decided to stay in shorts and a white shirt. He wanted to bang his
head to the wall.
We finally get to the car; I
must say that he looked like a Christmas tree. On the shoulder he carried his
bag, in one hand my tea with milk and in the other my morning biscuits. I just
wanted to put a star on his head.
He was so happy; finally he was
on his way to freedom, but not quite yet. While driving out of the parking lot,
he asked me about my car. Like a crazy bimbo screaming in a squeaky voice, I
said, “Who? This baby?” and I leaned forward towards the steering wheel and
cuddled my car for about one long minute. All this time, I was saying “oh baby,
I missed you so much”. I really don’t know how I contained myself from laughing
out loud! His face was in a shock as if he needed oxygen.
While driving, I listened to
a few of my favorite songs on the radio, and I turned the volume to the maximum
and stared dancing, driving with my knees. I was wondering what he was waiting
for, why does he not jump out of the car.
Before he left the car, I
asked him if could join him at the gym to train together in a squeaky voice,
and when he said yes, I added the legs movement as a sign of excitement.
As soon as he got out of the
car, he most probably blocked me and hopefully he learnt not to sleepover at
unknown people’s place. Of course I never heard from him again. Couple of times
he texted my friend to go out, but she was always busy and it hurt his ego.
I still wonder how men like
him behave this way so confidently. As if girls are so dumb. Why must they tell
lies to get everything they want? I have still not found any answers; maybe you
guys have some?
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