"Texting with... Jessica" pt. 2

You: Either one do it for me. It’s more about how a lady’s assets work as a whole rather than individually.

Jessica: You’re not one of those, every woman’s body is a miracle people are you?

You: No, I wouldn’t go as far as to say that. I just enjoy having something to squeeze either way. Be it their boobs or their bum. Bonus points if they’re rocking both.

Jessica: Good. Real men know what they want and should strive to make it their own.

You: What is it you look for in a man?

Jessica: Determination. I want a man that desires the world. A man that wakes up every day thinking about what they’re going to achieve, regardless of who or what stands in their way. Then I want them to give it all to me.

Jessica: I’m a trophy wife remember? Trophies have to be earned.

You: Fierce and competitive I see.

A few minutes go by and the phone goes quiet. No ride alerts or text from Jessica. My stomach grumbles.

You: I suppose I should eat at some point.

I’m eating some food when my phone vibrates.

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I would get a ride request as soon as I start to eat.

To my surprise it’s not a ride notification but a text from Jessica.

Jessica: The massage is a bust.

You: Why, what happened?

Jessica: Jedamine got a bit handsy with Natalie and she wasn’t having it. He slipped a finger in and she kicked back. Underestimated her kick though, I suppose her leg was sore from all the running...

Jessica: The dick head fell over with a yelp. He’s a big man and he was barely holding back tears. Apparently Natalie nearly busted a nut, and not in the fun way.

You: Damn, just the thought sends shivers down to my cojones. Well deserved though.

You: Or is that the kind of man you want? Someone that just takes what they want?

Jessica: There’s a difference between being a man of ambition and being a fool. Jedamine has proven himself the latter.

You: I suppose so. I hope they gave you your money back.

Jessica: I told the lady at the front that I’d sue if she even dared tried to charge me for that service. I got all oiled up for nothing. What a waste!

You: So what’s next? I was thinking of hitting up Dickey’s tonight if you’d like to grab a bite.

Jessica: The half-ass pizza place with the thots that couldn’t make it as strippers? No. I think not.

Jessica: I’ll just wipe down and head home. This day has already been a series of let downs and disappointments. The last thing I want to do is spend time surrounded by them.

Harsh. Dickey’s has never let me down.

You: The pizza’s not half bad, and I can’t complain about getting to see a nice ass walk by as I eat.

My phone buzzes about the same time I finish the rest of my drink.

You: Back to work I suppose.

I consider shooting another text over to Jessica before I head out.