All We Are

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  Enya's hit the mat with a deafening thump, the air leaving her lungs on impact. Out of breath, she lay there contemplating her life's existence. 

"Earth to En," smooth and sultry is what Enya would use to describe her best friend's voice. Marcella had a knack for knowing when Enya was in one of her moods. Today was no different, "I know you're fuming but could you at least try and hit me back?" 

"I'm not fuming. I'm just not motivated enough to hit such a pretty face." It was fair to say that, Marcella was a fucking goddess. Long brown waves and sex-kitten caramel eyes. Her friend was a solid dime and anyone with eyes would see that. 

"At least, not today anyway. What's got you by your lady balls?" Marcella plopped down onto the mat beside her, chilled water bottle in hand. 

"It's not exactly a matter of what. It's complicated." Enya grabbed the bottle from Marcella and took a healthy sized swig. 

"Complicated means it's attached to a dick. Spill it."

That perception of Marcella's was dynamite. "It's a long story." 

Marcella grunted, "I've got time."

Enya could only roll her eyes, "Of courrrrssse you do." 

"Roll those eyes and you'll be seeing your deceased ancestors in real life chica. My life is stagnant. No dicks flailing in sight for me. I live vicariously through you."

Shrugging, "I don't see how you don't have men, women, dildos lining up in mass numbers. I mean, look at you. You are every man's wet dream."

"It's the resting bitch face."

"Likely, I have that problem, too. Why aren't I being left alone?"

"You're deflecting. Quit distracting me and tell me the god damned story of this dick of all dicks and how pining and whining after him has made your life so complicated. Go ahead, I'll wait."

"I was really hoping my plan would work and I wouldn't have to tell you. Has anyone ever told you how incredibly--"

"Flattery only goes so far, now how good looking is he?"

"Very. The kind of man pretty that makes you stop and drink them in like a smooth bourbon. The kind that makes you forget where you are and why you're there. Panty melting hot. So smoldering you can hear them sizzle when they're next to you. You can just smell the sex rolling off of them in waves."

"And the sex?"

Enya paused. Where could she really go with this? Her friend knew her well enough to know that if Enya told the truth, Marcella would think she were lying. "The best, ninety orgasms in one night is a tough act to follow. The Gods looked upon this man and blessed him in many aspects. I swear to them, it's twenty inches of hard, veiny--"

"Tell the truth you lying hooker."

"There hasn't been any...coital aspect to our relationship. Mainly, we've jested our best innuendos toward each other and the sexual is so thick that I feel like I'm drowning and have to come up for air when he leaves. I've fantasized so many ways we could--"

"I'm gonna have to stop you right there. No need to proceed further. I get the picture. Where did you meet this mysterious man pretty?"

"At a charity...and then again in my office yesterday morning." Enya's cheeks heated at the memory of her wedged against her brick wall and him when he'd come to propose a deal. 

"Oh, ho, ho. This guy has the cool, collective Enya Morgan blushing like an innocent school girl her first day in a co-ed college. What happened yesterday? No scratch that, spare me details. Who is he? Why was he in your office?"

"Innuendos, tension, heavy petting..basically the same thing, right? It's Cato Slade, from Slade Enterprises."

"OH SHIT, EN. Basically New York's biggest player and most eligible bachelor showed up to your office yesterday morning?!  New York's biggest adrenaline junky, Cato Slade."

"The very same." Enya nervously laughed. 

"Well, I take it he wasn't there just for a booty call, although...I wouldn't put it past YOU to do that in your office."

Enya tried really hard to mock hurt, "I would NEVER..."

"Mhhm."

"Okay, I would. I have. I would, again. Anyway, no he wasn't just there to dry hump me. He proposed that we should work together on some advertising deal considering his Powerpoint presentation at his even was so basic that a kindergartner could have done it."

Marcella stood up and offered her hand, clearly ready to make her way to the showers. "ANNND? You took the deal, right?"

Enya looked down sheepishly.

"You didn't. Please, tell me you took the deal!"

"I haven't...yet. I wanted to look over what he was proposing. I needed to know what I was investing in and what I would be putting one of my photographers through, what my graphics artists would be getting from this cut. I don't take anything second rate, even from man pretty."

"That's my girl. You aren't fooled by a pair of pretty eyes and a nice set of buns."

"Damn straight. I've already re-written the contract and tweaked some of the stipulations. I faxed it back to him this afternoon."

"Fast work, friend. He'll sign it, done deal."

"You sound incredible confident about that, I'm expecting a counter." Enya walked through the changing room doors, already stripping off the sweat coated tank.

"I am extremely confident. He's putty in your hands, especially since he knows who is on the other end of that deal. You'll be sitting pretty by dinner time tonight."

"I already am sitting pretty," Enya winked "I didn't make it too outrageous, I just added specific terms to some of what he was asking for, the money was already generous enough. Probably, too generous."

"Whatever they are, he'd be a fool not to agree."

"Maybe, maybe not. I'm not obligated to go into details considering this is supposed to be a private agreement, but I plan on being as hands on as I can be."

Marcella answered with an infectious laugh and wriggling eyebrows. 

Enya couldn't help but laugh back and of course, flip the bird to her friend. "Your gutter needs cleaning, my friend. Heavy cleaning."

"Yeah, yeah. Go get 'em tiger."