Micki Wall, Matchmaker. (Lesbian)

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I was still deciding whether I wanted to help Tina. I mean, she had done me so dirty. She cheated on me. Was I really gonna set some of my other clients up with a known cheater?
"Is this a yes?" Asked Tina.
"Lemme tell you something, Tina. If I set you up, you have to follow my rules. Promise me right now that you will not be trifling. I'll be damned if you do my clients like how you did me!" I said, getting more passionate than I meant to.

Tina just sighs heavily. "I made a mistake, I can't take it back. Sorry."

"I need to hear you say you will not cheat on whoever I set you up with."

She sucked her teeth. "I can't predict the future, Micki. Are you ever gonna let me live that down? Damn."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm gonna ask you some preliminary shit and I'm gonna write it down. I'm gonna find you a few girls and then we'll have a mixer with all of them and you'll choose two that you're interested in. You'll go on a date with both of them and decide which one to pursue a relationship with. Got it?"

Tina seemed surprised at my robotic tone. "Yeah, I got it."

"Okay, so your profile says here you like women. What kind of women? Masculine, feminine?"

"Masculine. Not real butchy, but I don't really like feminine girls, either." she said, smiling. I figure it was because she knew that I already knew what kind of girls she likes.

"How about height? Do you like your dates to be taller than you?"

"Yes, definitely."

I glanced at her profile again.

"Are kids a dealbreaker for you?"

"Nah, but I'd prefer it if they didn't have any."

I asked her some more stuff like that.

"Okay, I'll hit you up in a few days, and let you know when we'll have your mixer."

"Okay.... and Mick.... thank you."

"No problem." I said, and she left.

After she left I just sat at my desk. I wondered why the fuck I had such bad luck in women. I had Tina cheat on me, and my girl before that had used the hell outta me. And my current girl was getting on my damn nerves with all this stuff concerning her mother.

I decided that I would go and see her after work. I was tired of us being mad at each other. Maybe I was a little out of line, catching an attitude with her. I still feel it was justified, but I understand why Chez flipped. But she needs to know that I respect whomever respects me. Her mother didn't show me any kind of respect, and that is one thing I demand. She had to at least have my back on THAT part. Losing her to some bullshit like this would seriously mess with my head.

I looked at my watch. 1:00. I didn't take lunch, yet, so I decided to drive out to my girl's house. I shut off my computer and clocked out for my lunch. I waved to Sydney as I walked out to my car. Luckily for me, she had to cancel lunch to do more stuff with Macy's family.

"Why is it so hot?" I asked no one in particular. I put my hair in a bun and put my sunglasses back on.

I headed towards Duchesne's house, blasting music. I was singing along because time flies when you're having fun. I knew what I needed to get in order to curb this bad mood of mine, and I wanted to get to it as fast as I possibly could.

Five minutes later, I was knocking on her door.
She came to the door in a white tee and messy hair. She stared at me. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm here to apologize. Can I please come in?" I said, resting both hands on either side of the door frame.
"Why do you need to come in? You apologized, thanks. You can go now." She said.
"Seriously?" I asked.
She folds her arms. I searched her face for any of her usual traits, such as a wink, or the lip licking, or the eye fucking. Nothing, she's giving me a regular stare.
I took a deep breath. "I deeply apologize for how I made you feel. I never wanted to make you feel like you had to choose between me and your mom." I said. She shifts her weight to the other foot when I mentioned her mom. She says nothing, but she's less angry than before. I take her hands and hold them. "My intention was never to hurt you or her. I shouldn't have threatened her, and I don't want you to think that's the first thing I resort to when I'm angry. I just wanna show you how sorry I am. I would really love it if I could have a redo. I'd love to meet your mother again, as well as apologize for my behavior."
...even though she ain't shit.
Chez's lips curl into a small smile, but she still says nothing.
"So, you gon' let me in, or what?" I asked.

She pulled me by my hands, into the house and gave me a hug. I closed my eyes and breathed in her scent. I've never been happier to smell a mix of dove and syrup together.

I kicked the door shut behind me, which made Chez giggle.

"Weren't you getting tired of being mad at me, Chez? I mean, damn. I miss holding you and shit."
Chez smirks a little. "Aw, you miss Daddy?" she asked, that smug attitude making its appearance again.
"Are you sure you're Daddy?" I asked. "'Cause I think I'm Daddy."
She giggled. "We both Daddy, shit. We a whole gay couple out here." she said, giggling. "We a couple, again?" I asked in a soft voice. She chuckles softly and gives me a quick kiss. "What does that tell you?" she asked. "That kiss just friend zoned me." I said chuckling, obviously fishing for a deeper one. She rolled her eyes at me. She grabs my chin this time, and leans into me. As she kissed me, I could feel the beast of lust reawakening from its short hibernation. After that kiss, the eyefucking commenced. I hope the physical side of it would commence soon!