“No.” I push my salad around with my fork. “We haven’t been around a lot of people.”
“Well, don’t you need to do some material before the game tonight? In that dress, you could easily make him jealous.”
“I could do that.”
“And hey, isn’t your birthday in a few days?”
I nod. “It is.”
“Well, if we don’t crack him by then, this very well might work. He’ll want to celebrate your birthday, but . . .” As if a stroke of genius hits her, Blakely grips my arm. “You don’t tell him it’s your birthday.”
“Ohhhhh.” Winnie claps. “Yes, that’s the way to go because then halfway through the day, we can plant the seed somehow that it is your birthday, and he’ll feel awful and want to make it up to you.”
“Exactly.” Blakely slaps the table. “Oh, this is good. That will make him crack, especially if you say something like you’re going out with the girls.”
“And then we do go out,” Winnie adds. “And we dance, and he sees you dancing, and he won’t want anyone else dancing with you, so he’ll swoop in. And that’s when you rub your ass all over his crotch. He’ll take you to the bathroom, and that’s where you stick your hand in his pants and feel how hard he is. He says something like ‘you’ve been a naughty girl’, and you say ‘well, spank me then’, and you bend over, and he whacks you on the ass, once . . . twice. Three times! You moan, and then he moves you against the stall of the bathroom and lifts your skirt—”
“Umm, Winnie?” I say.
She blinks a few times and looks up at our staring faces. “Did I go too far?”
“Just a bit,” I say.
She fans her face. “Sorry about that. Been reading some spicy books with Pacey lately, and my mind seems to be working in a different way at the moment. But, uh, yes, birthday. I think that’s the winner.”
“I think that’s a last resort,” I say.
“And I think it might be better if I tell him I have nothing planned. You and I, Winnie, will have to have separate emergencies that take us away from Penny because there is no way I’d leave her alone on her birthday,” Blakely says to Winnie. She turns to me. “So, maybe we cancel our plans with you last minute.”
“Gah, yes, and then he’ll make sure he does something for you.”
“Well, that’s if they aren’t in Washington. My birthday is supposed to be on game five of the series.”
“If he is in Washington, it will only make it better for when he comes back home,” Blakely says. “The guilt will eat him alive.”
“True,” Winnie adds. “Wow, this bosom buddy alliance really works fast. We have flirting in front of him, new nighttime wear, and then of course, a last-resort, birthday mishap. I must say, ladies, we might be able to run the country with the kind of work we do.”
Blakely holds up her water. “Agreed. We know how to get work done. I’m proud of us. Now, we just need our friend Penny to execute agreed plans.”
They both eye me, and I set my shoulders back, puffing my chest. “I shall do my best in getting this man to stick his penis inside me.”
“That’s all we can ask for.” Blakely smiles. “And then you have to tell us about it.”
* * *
New nighttime wear?
Check.
Cleavage on full display?
Check.
Hair fluffed and looking devastatingly silky?
Check.
Lipstick applied?
