Dedicated to Nicole - Part 1
When she was growing up, Nicole was given anything she desired by her rich but distant parents. She got ponies, pets, toys, makeup, luxury cars and huge television sets. But there was one request her parents could never fulfil: to have a book dedicated to Nicole.
Despite having no real interest in reading (she thought it was ‘gay’ and more suited to ugly people), Nicole thought the idea of having a book dedicated to herself was a lot more special than the standard gifts she received that only had a price tag. A book dedication came from love, trust and friendship. All of the things she was unable to get from her workaholic parents.
Her father, in particular, constantly tried to fulfil this wish: attempting to write books himself and, when that failed due to his total lack of skill and free time, offering to bribe existing authors. Every avenue he pursued was a failure. No one would take any amount of money to dedicate a book to his daughter.
As Nicole got older she took matters into her own hands. Not having the attention span to write and dedicate a book to herself, she would hang out in writer’s circles and sleep with countless male writers in hopes they would dedicate their next book to her. This wasn’t hard as Nicole had developed into a rather beautiful young women, thanks mostly to a recent bout of anorexia and breast implants her mother gave her for Christmas.
When sleeping with writers, she specifically targeted the older men, assuming that they would have already dedicated their earlier books to their families and loved ones. Still, no one was willing to dedicate the book they wrote to the slut that they picked up one night at the writer’s café. Especially since Clancy and Koontz had said they’d had her multiple times and she was nothing but a pathetic whore out for attention, hardly worthy of a dedication.
She spent the majority of one year in Europe sleeping with writers from all over the region. Due to her lack of luck back home, she even began to sleep with both men and women to case a wider net. She thought she had stuck gold one day when she picked up the debut book of a promising French writer she had let fuck her in the arse without a condom in Bordeaux during the previous spring. Unfortunately for Nicole, the writer, barely able to understand what Nicole was saying most of the time, thought her name was Nicola and dedicated the book thusly. Knowing no one would accept this dedication as valid, Nicole kept searching.
The ten year anniversary of the night when she sucked off her first writer hoping for a dedication was almost upon her when Nicole met David. She was crying into a martini in a deserted New York bar after another unsuccessful trip to the bookstore to check who the new releases were dedicated to when David approached her and nervously asked if her could sit next to her. Too weak to say no to the balding, overweight man in a Hawaiian shirt standing next to her, she muttered that it was a free country and shrugged.
Despite being terribly out of her league, David tried to spark up a conversation with Nicole. After this failed, he just talked about himself, hoping she would listen. In truth, David wasn’t a bad guy and part of the attraction he felt towards Nicole was that she looked so sad and he may be able to cheer her up. He told her that he was actually from Colorado but was in town for a writer’s convention. Naturally, this got Nicole’s attention.
For the remainder of the evening, Nicole put her tried and tested moves on David, but he was completely unresponsive. Getting sleepy, Nicole bluntly said to David that she’ll let him do anything to her tonight if he dedicates his next book to her. David, not one for one night stands, told her that he only sleeps with people he loves.
Years of rejection had worn Nicole down. Seeing an opportunity she decided she would marry this man before her in order to have a book dedicated to her.
Despite having no real interest in reading (she thought it was ‘gay’ and more suited to ugly people), Nicole thought the idea of having a book dedicated to herself was a lot more special than the standard gifts she received that only had a price tag. A book dedication came from love, trust and friendship. All of the things she was unable to get from her workaholic parents.
Her father, in particular, constantly tried to fulfil this wish: attempting to write books himself and, when that failed due to his total lack of skill and free time, offering to bribe existing authors. Every avenue he pursued was a failure. No one would take any amount of money to dedicate a book to his daughter.
As Nicole got older she took matters into her own hands. Not having the attention span to write and dedicate a book to herself, she would hang out in writer’s circles and sleep with countless male writers in hopes they would dedicate their next book to her. This wasn’t hard as Nicole had developed into a rather beautiful young women, thanks mostly to a recent bout of anorexia and breast implants her mother gave her for Christmas.
When sleeping with writers, she specifically targeted the older men, assuming that they would have already dedicated their earlier books to their families and loved ones. Still, no one was willing to dedicate the book they wrote to the slut that they picked up one night at the writer’s café. Especially since Clancy and Koontz had said they’d had her multiple times and she was nothing but a pathetic whore out for attention, hardly worthy of a dedication.
She spent the majority of one year in Europe sleeping with writers from all over the region. Due to her lack of luck back home, she even began to sleep with both men and women to case a wider net. She thought she had stuck gold one day when she picked up the debut book of a promising French writer she had let fuck her in the arse without a condom in Bordeaux during the previous spring. Unfortunately for Nicole, the writer, barely able to understand what Nicole was saying most of the time, thought her name was Nicola and dedicated the book thusly. Knowing no one would accept this dedication as valid, Nicole kept searching.
The ten year anniversary of the night when she sucked off her first writer hoping for a dedication was almost upon her when Nicole met David. She was crying into a martini in a deserted New York bar after another unsuccessful trip to the bookstore to check who the new releases were dedicated to when David approached her and nervously asked if her could sit next to her. Too weak to say no to the balding, overweight man in a Hawaiian shirt standing next to her, she muttered that it was a free country and shrugged.
Despite being terribly out of her league, David tried to spark up a conversation with Nicole. After this failed, he just talked about himself, hoping she would listen. In truth, David wasn’t a bad guy and part of the attraction he felt towards Nicole was that she looked so sad and he may be able to cheer her up. He told her that he was actually from Colorado but was in town for a writer’s convention. Naturally, this got Nicole’s attention.
For the remainder of the evening, Nicole put her tried and tested moves on David, but he was completely unresponsive. Getting sleepy, Nicole bluntly said to David that she’ll let him do anything to her tonight if he dedicates his next book to her. David, not one for one night stands, told her that he only sleeps with people he loves.
Years of rejection had worn Nicole down. Seeing an opportunity she decided she would marry this man before her in order to have a book dedicated to her.
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