Free Biker (BBW, Curvy with Dominant Alpha Biker) by Anna Marcus Page B

next to Judy and mine.
     
    When she plopped down in the chair across from my desk and kind of laid back and spread her legs apart, I think I almost broke out in a heat rash.
     
    “I’m just tired of it,” she started. “I’m 25-years-old, I have a lot to offer, but guys don’t even look twice at me.
     
    “Uh, yeah,” I stammered.
     
    “I’m sorry,” she continued, “I shouldn’t be unloading this on you. I just need a little bit of friendly advice.
     
    “Anytime, Carla, really.” I told her.
     
    She looked at me like she was trying to figure out if she should tell me something, and then launched into her story. “There’s a guy I work with, Ronny. He’s nothing special really. About my age. Kind of cute. A little chunky, like me. He’s funny. I guess I really liked him. I thought he liked me, too. He’s only been there about 6 weeks.”
     
    She sighed and continued, “Anyway, all day today he was trying to convince Shanie to go to the Pearl Jam concert with him. He’s such a fucken idiot. We talk about music all the time. He knows I love Pearl Jam. Never said a word to me. Ignored me all day. Hits on Shanie, who is like 20, and weighs about a hundred pounds.” She sighed loudly again and said, “I’m ranting. I’m just disappointed.”
     
    “No,” I said, “that’s totally understandable. Especially the fact that he just ignored you all day like you no longer existed. Uncool. Even hitting on a co-worker like that--just uncool.
       
    “I mean he’s a nice guy,” Carla went on. “I thought he was. We even hung out a couple of times. It was fun. We talked about ourselves, joked around, went to the movie. He’s really a good guy. I could tell because wherever we would go he would treat people good. You know, like the waitress and stuff?”
     
    “Yeah,” I said, a little jealous.
     
    “Well, last time we were together, just a week or so ago, I let him kiss me and stuff. You know, we fooled around a little bit. He called me the next day and said he had fun and we should do it again. Now this. I feel dumped on.
     
    “I uh...” I stammered, willing my eyes to not look at her nipples that had grown hard beneath her polo.
     
      I need someone who will treat me with respect.”
     
    “Um, I think you have just figured this out for yourself,” I said.
     
    Carla looked up and to the right, thought for a second, and said, “You’re right. I need to focus on being around people who will respect me,” She looked at me and cocked her head, “Wow, you’re great.”
     
    “Oh. Well,” I said, feeling myself begin to sweat again. She was doing a number on me.
     
    “Oh, Ben. Listen, I almost forgot,” Carla said, “I have to tell you something. This isn’t easy, but you deserve to know.”
     
    “What?” I thought, and it flashed through my mind that she might say she loved me.
     
    “I’m pretty sure Judy is still seeing some guy. I’m sorry to put it so bluntly, but if I were you, I wouldn’t trust her.
     
    “Oh, really,” I said. I wasn’t surprised, but it infuriated me. You know, STD’s, cheating whore wife, fucking bitch!
     
    “Yeah, he’s some rich guy, I guess. I’ve seen him pick her up at your house a few times during the day. They seem pretty chummy with each other. He never comes inside, but he has this red sports car. You know one of those really low to the ground ones where the doors open upward?
     
    I knew that car. It belonged to Henry Robertson. A big lawyer in town, and one of Judy’s former flings.
     
    After Carla left I began to think about how Judy had actually been treating me a lot better lately. I thought it might have something to do with this Henry Robertson dude. She was fucking him, so her behavior changed toward me. That’s how it worked. Anyway, she had been fucking me virtually anytime I wanted. She was so good at oral sex, the best I’d ever had, I couldn’t resist. Long story short, I went ahead and hired a small detective