It is not that she was unwilling to commit as everyone seemed to think, she just wanted to meet the right person. She wanted to meet a man who would make a laugh and still make her scream in pleasure. Rita shuffled the papers on her desk as she tried to focus on the contract she was drafting for the new client. She did not want to piss off her boss, considering he was not known for his patience or indulgence. Still, her mind wandered as she puzzled over the next clause. She was 25, successful, and beautiful. Was she looking for a unicorn? Did a man who saw and could fulfill her really exist? She sighed and tried to focus on the contract on her desk.
Desmond Enterprises was an excellent place to work especially for your first job after law school. Most of her classmates had applied to intern in the company's legal department. The pay was great considering most of the other places paid peanuts. The internship was a great addition to your resume even if they did not hire you afterward. The legal department at Desmond was more like a law firm in its own right. They took on a specific number of clients and handled legal issues for the rest of Desmond Enterprises. In truth, the company started as a law firm, but the owner wanted to branch out. In his own words, he had been forced into the profession and needed something that would challenge his mind. Rita could never understand how one would be forced into practicing law. She loved her chosen profession and interning at Desmond had been very rewarding. Rita had impressed her supervisor in the department and he had offered her a job after she graduated.
She was in a good place financially. Now if only she could find a man who would fulfill her emotional and physical needs. Well, and take vacations on tropical islands with her. Her last boyfriend had been wonderful; intelligent, rich, well-read, and willing to settle down. He was also from a "good family" which meant his mother would be pleased. But when he kissed her, she felt nothing. She did not tingle with desire like the women in her romance novels. It was just a melding of the lips that resulted in unsatisfactory lovemaking. When Rita had mentioned that she had not orgasmed, he had gotten angry, pouted, and complained that modern women were sex-crazy. She was not sex crazy. She had broken up with him. The next 50-70 years were a long time to spend with a man who could not get her off. Her best friend Penny had bought her ice cream and then taken her out to a club where she danced with strangers and let Andrew go. As Penny had said, he was not worth her time anyway.
Rita checked the time, still had about 2 pages to finish before going home. It was Friday and she did not want to carry work home this weekend. Someone knocked on her door and she was sure it was Sam. Guy loved to party and Friday nights brought out what he liked to call, his inner animal.
"Ready to go?" he asked striding in with the grace of a wild cat stalking prey on the savanna. Yeah, she really needs to get laid, if that was how she was thinking about Sam.
"Two pages to go on the Jameson contract," she said smiling, "just go on ahead, I will catch up."
He turned as someone else knocked and walked in. Penny was a short, ball of energy and next to her Rita often felt like a giant. Huge and lumbering. She worked on the 5th floor of the Desmond building where all the creatives in the company worked, she imagined. Penny could look good in sackcloth and even bonafide gay and sorta seeing someone Sam did stare at her boobs now and then. But it was hard not to stare, she was shorter than everyone else.
"Ready to go," she asked walking in like she was not wearing six-inch Jimmy Choos. Sam and Rita both laughed.
"Good little Rita has to finish the Jameson contract," Sam said rolling his eyes in the most dramatic queen possible. Sadly, he had not lost them inside his brain.
"Come on Rita, it's Friday," Penny whined, "the nice gentlemen at happy hour right now need someone to help them get home," she said leaning on her visitor's chair. Then getting real stern, she said, "And you need to get laid."
Sam nodded sagaciously. Goodness, with these two life began and ended with sex. Yes, it had been a year since she had been with anyone that way but she was busy. And anyway after that Andrew debacle, she was not keen on being with anyone unless they got her panties soaking with just a look.
"Oh for heaven's sake, you two," she said, "be quiet or tonight I will not come with you to stop you making bad choices."
She loved her two friends, they were like family. And if they would sit and be quiet, she could fix the wording on this contract and be out of the office. Maybe she could convince them to take a quiet trip to the coast tonight, it was doable. Rita had been checking flights all day. The 8 o'clock flight on Safari Air still had some open seats. She could use a change of scene after all. And the local manwhores could use a break from these two. Rita giggled at her private joke. No way she is saying that to Mrs. Vincent van Gogh and the eye-rolling drama queen. They might mix it up and cut off both her ears.
20 minutes later she turned to them and asked, "How does a weekend at the coast sound?"