Chapter 13: Chapter 13

“I'm your biggest fan I'll follow you until you love me Papa-paparazzi” the ringtone on my phone began to sing. I knew immediately it was Melba. I was groggy when I answered. “Hello," I said. “Fio are you okay?” she asked me. “hum, just asleep,” I said. “It’s three in the afternoon. What time did you get home?” She asked. “10:00 in the morning” I answered. “Wow, you pulled an all-nighter.” She told me. “Try an all morning, if that is even a word,” I said to her. “What the hell, I need juice, spill,” she said. “Later tonight, I need two hours more of sleep if I'm going to meet you guys at the baile-dance,” I said to her. “Okay, but before you go back to bed, do I take my car or should you pick me up.” She asked. “Take your car, I might bail on you guys if I get tired,” I told her. “Wait, you didn’t invite him.” She asked. This woke me up. “Ah, no, why should I for me it was a one-night stand,” I told her. We don’t see one-night stands hence the one.” I told her. She started to laugh. “Fine, but you better spill later.” She said. “Later girlfriend.” And I hanged up. I placed the phone in vibrate. I couldn’t endure hearing lady gaga this early, I mean late in the afternoon. I dozed back to sleep.

It was around 7:00 p.m. when I heard my phone buzz on the nightstand. I answered it. It was Patty. “Hi, Patty.” “Hi yourself, hey what are you going to wear tonight.” I don’t know Patty. I am just barely waking up.” I told her. What the hell?” It’s 7:00 p.m. thought we could head out like maybe 8:30 or so.” She said. Sorry, I guess I’ll be there by 9:00 or 9:30. I still need to take a shower and see what I'm going to wear. I told her. “Any suggestions,” I asked. I heard nothing for a while. There were not many designer stores here in Laredo. There was no Nemis Marcos, Armani, or even Dolce & Gabbana this was fucking Laredo. We were lucky we had a fucking Dillard's, Macy’s, and other department stores. “Go western.” She said. “You sure?” I asked her. “Yes, you look cute when you wear western, besides you are the only one that wears boots in our group.” She said. She was right on that I enjoyed western wear. The clothes made me feel at home especially here in Laredo with mesquite trees, cactus, and sometimes tumbleweeds that passed you by in the streets. “Ya, Okay,” I said to her. “Okay see you tonight, oh and by the way, Sara is still pissed at you, but don’t sweat it that guy was into you not her. You should have seen how he was staring at you the whole night. You were just oblivious to it.” She laughed. “See you tonight.” She said “Yeah bye.” And I hanged up. I went into my closet and pulled out a top that was in the back of the closet. It still had its tags on. It was a mid-cut brown suede top with mini rhinestones embedded along the inside rim. I saw it I knew that I couldn’t possibly use a bra with it and I didn’t want my breast to sag. I knew if I tied it up tighter on top it would give me the support. The mid cuff had dangling suede threads, which made it look more Native American wear than western, but I liked it. I hadn’t worn it because I didn’t dare to do it, but somehow tonight I did. I took out my dark tight jeans and took out my ropers. I was debating to use my hat it had been in the box for quite a while, but I took it out anyway. I had to see this ensemble before I could decide the hat. I rarely wore thong underwear, but today I felt like I could. As I was showering, I started to think that where was this boost of self-esteem coming from? I knew the answer, he had made me feel beautiful and something to be proud of. Didn’t he keep telling me how beautiful I was? I knew this transformation was because of him. I was going to the dance tonight and see what power I had possessed. Like with my shirt open last night, I felt like a wonder woman, I guess tonight I’ll feel it again.

I was happy that my swollen clit had gone down but the sensation was still there lingering like it hadn’t gotten enough. I looked down at it and said behave. He is no longer around. You should be sated by now. Okay, I’ am talking to my female part. I am losing it. I slipped on my thong and turned myself around to see my exposed ass. Not bad, not small, and not huge just full enough. I slipped on my jeans and pulled at the bottom of my crotch and I was grateful that it did not smart. I placed on my socks and then my boots. I was happy that I was able to stretch down. They felt kind of tight, but I hadn’t worn them for a while so with the movement they would eventually loosen. I looked in the mirror and saw my breasts, they were all right for a C-cup breast. Not that huge. I was still debating about the blouse but I wanted to see how it looked without a bra. My luck was with me the top had linen in that provided support and hidden nipple coverage. I pulled it on, tied it, and looked at myself in the mirror. Wow, my tits looked good and the cleavage area looked great. I liked it. I knew I didn’t want to pick up any men tonight, but I didn’t mind having them buy me beers and dance with me. Tonight I was going to be a tease demanding attention. Tonight I was going to be the Dom. I ironed out my hair and then curled it. I placed my hat on. I didn’t like the look of my hair down, so tied it in a ponytail to the side, then I placed my hat on. I didn’t think it went with the outfit and ran to get the straw hat that I had in the other closet of the other bedroom. When I put it on my head, I felt confident with my look. I finished it off with a rhinestone belt and rhinestone boot bracelet. I placed my Id in my back pocket, took out around 100 dollars from my purse placed inside my front pocket, and grabbed my phone. I saw that the clock read 9:10. I went over to the receiving table and took my keys and headed towards my truck.

I felt alive and sexy, I didn’t bother to turn my radio-loud. I wasn’t far from my destination. As I arrived and parked my truck, I hesitate a bit to get down. You can do it, I had to tell myself. I opened the truck door and jumped off not caring about using the ramp. I started to walk, I was great full that there was no one waiting at the door. I went to the window to buy my ticket when a man behind me told me he would get it for me. I looked back. He was dressed as a kicker himself. He was rugged looking, his eyes bore a shade of green, his chiseled chin, and his upward nose was unlike any Laredeon. Making him feel like he did not belong in this part of town. His tanned face reflected labor of some kind, maybe of those oil field workers. From his look, he wasn’t from around here. “That’s okay, I can get it,” I told him. “Please, I insist you can pay me back by dancing with me tonight.” He said as he stared at me. My bravado appeared from nowhere “Okay, but only one dance.” I said. He laughed and looked at me from head to toe. “ You drive a hard bargain, looking like that.” I didn’t gasp or anything. I smiled back and thanked him. I took my ticket and walked to the front door before he followed me. The guard waved me but not before he checked me out. I felt everyone turning to see me. I walked even more proudly. I got a few scarlet scares from some older ladies and dirty looks from some younger girls. I felt great. I knew I looked hot. I looked for the girls and spotted them quickly. They were wearing high heels and that would mean that I would be the short one, but right now I felt tall. I caught up to them and they didn’t recognize me. “Wow, Fio you look hot,” Melba said and Zulema nodded. Sara had her mouth open. Patty just gave me the thumbs up. The kicker who bought my ticket found me and offered me a beer. I took it and thanked him. “I didn’t get your name,” I asked. “Roger,” he said. “You here alone, Roger,” I asked again. “No, here with my buddies over there and pointed at them.” They were all kickers and very hot. “Will you and your friends join us?” He asked. I looked at the girls and introduced Roger and I let them know about the guys who wanted to join them. They looked where I pointed and they concluded that they were hot guys. Each of them nodded and we ended up with them at the table. This time I had turned the tables. I was the one who was bringing the hot guys. The music began to play since it was Tejano night. The band that was playing was Siggno. I had heard they were good and I liked some of their songs. As promised I went ahead and danced with the guy. I owed him one. “Are you dating anyone?” Roger asked me. “Ah, not at the moment, I said to him. Would it be okay if I call you sometime?” He asked. “I would like to get to know you better.” He said as we walked back to the table. I said it would be fine. I had no plans of seeing Diego anymore besides he had been just a one-night stand. As we got to the table I reached out for another beer. Roger took a hold of my hand. “I think you should slow down.” He said. That pissed me off, what the hell with men telling me not to drink. What did they know what I could or could not do. I didn’t want to argue. I shrugged at him and took the beer anyway. He didn’t stop me and I was grateful. I leaned closer to him “Thanks, but I think I can handle it.” I said to him. He looked down at me and smiled. “I know that’s what scares me.” He said.