Episode:12

Ivanka P.O.V.

"Hello Mr. Sexy Lawyer Man. I called to tell you that I called him, and he agreed to give me the house. I told him my lawyer would call him this week to arrange a good time for him to sign the house over in a Quick Claim Deed. He agreed to sign it over any day this week. And I called to tell you that I will play your girlfriend. Since I am this sad, ugly pathetic woman who, it seems, is destiny to never ever, ever, ever, ever lose my virginity. I will forever be the catwoman. I am going to be the sad, dried-up old lady with cobwebs embedded deep in my Vaajayjay." I informed him without stopping to breathe.

"Are you drunk? Where are you? Tell me. I am coming to get you. Don't move!" demanded Attorney Michael Ambruso, and I could hear him moving around.

"I am at club 5217, but I don't need you to come get me or your pity. You are fine as hell. I am the ugly, black bitch that can't even give away her pussy. Life sucks. You know what, I don't really care about Jared being with my cousin Keisha. It doesn't bother me in the least. Because if I am truly honest, I knew he wasn't the one. I didn't get goosebumps when I saw him. I want friendship and chemistry. I want passion. I want that I can't wait to see you, that I can't keep my hands off; you kind of love. I want that let me invest in your dreams and your happiness; kind of love. I never had that with him. If I did, I wouldn't have held onto my damn virginity like my life depended on it. Supposedly making him easy picking for my cousin because he was suffering from a bad case of blue balls." I confessed to him sounding like a real loser.

"Ivanka, are you telling me you are still a virgin? You and he never did anything." asked Attorney Michael Ambruso as I heard a door close, and he sounded like he was outside.

"Yes! I am still a virgin. I have done things with people, but I have never actually done the deed. Something always stopped me or us." I revealed feeling embarrassed and exposed.

"Does your family know?" he probed, sounding very curious.

"No!" I answered him.

"But Jared and his family are aware of the fact that you have never had a penis inside your vagina, correct?" inquired Michael Ambruso and I could hear a car start up.

"Correct! I think that's why he wants me so badly. He wants to be able to claim that he was the first to ever touch his wife." I revealed to him.

"Ohhhh.... shit! It makes sense now. Have you eaten? How much have you had to drink?" quizzed Michael, as I could tell he was driving in his car.

"Yes! I ate before my night went to hell. To be honest, I have lost count of how much I have had to drink. Let's just say I been drinking because my eyes saw some shit tonight that was wild....wild. Tell me something sexy." I pleaded with him.

"Yes, what do you want to know?" he answered calmly.

"Do you think I am pretty?" I grilled him.

"Yes!" he responded with a chuckle.

"Do you think I have a nice ass?" I pressed.

"A perfect round fat ass." he remarked.

"Do you think I have nice breasts?" I quizzed him, taking another shot of my liquid courage.

"Yes! They are hot." he commented, and I could tell he was still driving.

"Hot like I would love to dress them up in cute outfits for a great Lavender marriage or damn they would look hot in my mouth and in my hands?" I grilled him, wanting to know.

"Ohhh! Definitely in my mouth and in my hands." he retorted with a sexy chuckle.

"You know what, Sexy. I don't want fancy gifts. I want honesty, trust, respect, devotion. Something I can feel and know that is real with every fiber of my being. I like yellow and white roses and chocolate. I hate chocolate with the stuff in the middle. I want foot rubs, scalp massages, hand holding and a man that loves to eat my pussy and only mine." I confessed, feeling sad and overwhelmed.

"Really. I am seven minutes away. Get ready." Michael Ambruso, informed me.

"Okay! Bye!" I said quickly, hanging up. How did my life get reduced to nursing drinks to helping my bruised ego and listening to the Seattle Rugby team getting crushed by the Redwood Rugby team?

"You want another one?" The bartender asked, nodding at my empty glass.

I shook my head. "No, but thank you."

He nodded. "Let me know if you want anything else."

He drifted away as another point went up with a loud angry sound. When the scoreboard went up another point in the favor of the Redwood team.

"Why do they even bother?" Someone nearby asked. "Seattle has never won against Redwood."

"The money's in the tickets. Everyone loves a good underdog story."

"At least they get paid for it."

The men burst into laughter. I almost sneered as a man in a red jersey barreled into a man wearing a navy blue jersey, tackling them to the ground and probably breaking something. The Redwood team has always been the best in the league.