The Secret Life of Women
The Assignment
The salty tears running down Talience’s face did nothing to soften the eyes staring at
her. “I thought you cared about me.” Tally’s voice cracked. Without even hesitating the source
Of her broken heart replied. “ I thought I did to.” Her green eyes filled with anger this time. “YOU
MEAN TO FUCKING TELL ME YOU DIDN’T CARE ABOUT ME ENOUGH TO TELL ME THIS EARLIER
BUT YOU FUCKED ME LAST NIGHT! YOU LET ME SUCK YOUR DICK THIS MORNING! YOU WERE
JUST FUCKING CUDDLING WITH ME!” Again no emotion crossed his face as he said “ I had been
thinking about this. I don’t want to be in a relationship.” A meek voice Unlike anything that ever
exited her mouth was heard. “Why?” His brown eyes were stone when he replied. “Because of you.
Because of this. Now please move.”
Somewhere through the course of the argument , Talience unknowning had blocked his
exit. She Sighed and did what she felt was right at the time. Putting on her strongest face and
drying her tears, Spoke. “Make sure you have all your shit because I never want to speak to you
again.”
He was suppose to be it. The one. At the least he was suppose to be a gentleman. In
those moments after she heard the door shut Tally decided several things: 1. She was done dating.
her faith in love was gone. 2. Tal always got hurt.It was time for that to stop and it was time for a
change.
A Few Weeks Later
The only thing keeping Tally sane since getting her heart broken was her job or at least it had
been. When Tess, the owner and editor of Aspects Magazine, called her into the office, Tally had a
sinking feeling. Now it was being confirmed by her boss. ‘Tally, I’m not saying you have to sleep
with anyone but you are the only one of my writers pretty enough and single to take on this
assignment.’ Tess explained in a hush tone. ‘Not to mention you are the only one who can keep a
fucking secret around this joint... and it was your idea!’
‘You are asking me to figure out what makes a unclassy girl’s mind tick by pretending to be
a groupie. Seriously Tess! Groupies are sexual. And Sexy! My idea was to get into their heads and
figure out what makes them tick, no fucking pretend to be one! I don’t want to sleep with ANYONE
much less see the looks of pure lust. No fucking way! Find someone who is more in touch with their
sexuality and doesn’t have the desire to castrate anything on two legs with a cock.” Tal grumbled,
storming out of the office and off to lunch with her best friend. The pretty blonde felt cheap and
disgusted. Sure she loved journalism, having been the one to suggest a story about being a groupie
but never in a million years did she think she would have to go undercover as one. Talience knew
why she couldn’t just interview groupies; much like interviewing a drug dealer no one was going to
tell her shit.
‘Who pissed in your cheerios?’ A slightly accented voice caught her attention.
Diane, best friend of 2 years, confidant, and general asskicker. If anyone was going to be
against Tally taking the assignment it would be the pretty Latina.
‘You are joking right?’ Tal’s face paling upon hearing her best friend’s response to her
issue. ‘No I’m not. For as long as I’ve known you, you have been fascinated with the psychology
behind being a groupie! This is your chance to understand what makes them tick. Plus after the i
incident with he- who –shall-no- be-named might do you some good to use someone for a change.
DON’T look at me like that, T. This is a great idea for a lengthy article. Besides getting away from
the risk of seeing Satan and this town might be worth it.’
Talience took in her friend’s words carefully. This decision could boldly make a statement about
her work. It would be so nice to look over her shoulder and not be concerned about seeing the
asshole.
‘Looks like I’m going to be slutting it up.’
her. “I thought you cared about me.” Tally’s voice cracked. Without even hesitating the source
Of her broken heart replied. “ I thought I did to.” Her green eyes filled with anger this time. “YOU
MEAN TO FUCKING TELL ME YOU DIDN’T CARE ABOUT ME ENOUGH TO TELL ME THIS EARLIER
BUT YOU FUCKED ME LAST NIGHT! YOU LET ME SUCK YOUR DICK THIS MORNING! YOU WERE
JUST FUCKING CUDDLING WITH ME!” Again no emotion crossed his face as he said “ I had been
thinking about this. I don’t want to be in a relationship.” A meek voice Unlike anything that ever
exited her mouth was heard. “Why?” His brown eyes were stone when he replied. “Because of you.
Because of this. Now please move.”
Somewhere through the course of the argument , Talience unknowning had blocked his
exit. She Sighed and did what she felt was right at the time. Putting on her strongest face and
drying her tears, Spoke. “Make sure you have all your shit because I never want to speak to you
again.”
He was suppose to be it. The one. At the least he was suppose to be a gentleman. In
those moments after she heard the door shut Tally decided several things: 1. She was done dating.
her faith in love was gone. 2. Tal always got hurt.It was time for that to stop and it was time for a
change.
A Few Weeks Later
The only thing keeping Tally sane since getting her heart broken was her job or at least it had
been. When Tess, the owner and editor of Aspects Magazine, called her into the office, Tally had a
sinking feeling. Now it was being confirmed by her boss. ‘Tally, I’m not saying you have to sleep
with anyone but you are the only one of my writers pretty enough and single to take on this
assignment.’ Tess explained in a hush tone. ‘Not to mention you are the only one who can keep a
fucking secret around this joint... and it was your idea!’
‘You are asking me to figure out what makes a unclassy girl’s mind tick by pretending to be
a groupie. Seriously Tess! Groupies are sexual. And Sexy! My idea was to get into their heads and
figure out what makes them tick, no fucking pretend to be one! I don’t want to sleep with ANYONE
much less see the looks of pure lust. No fucking way! Find someone who is more in touch with their
sexuality and doesn’t have the desire to castrate anything on two legs with a cock.” Tal grumbled,
storming out of the office and off to lunch with her best friend. The pretty blonde felt cheap and
disgusted. Sure she loved journalism, having been the one to suggest a story about being a groupie
but never in a million years did she think she would have to go undercover as one. Talience knew
why she couldn’t just interview groupies; much like interviewing a drug dealer no one was going to
tell her shit.
‘Who pissed in your cheerios?’ A slightly accented voice caught her attention.
Diane, best friend of 2 years, confidant, and general asskicker. If anyone was going to be
against Tally taking the assignment it would be the pretty Latina.
‘You are joking right?’ Tal’s face paling upon hearing her best friend’s response to her
issue. ‘No I’m not. For as long as I’ve known you, you have been fascinated with the psychology
behind being a groupie! This is your chance to understand what makes them tick. Plus after the i
incident with he- who –shall-no- be-named might do you some good to use someone for a change.
DON’T look at me like that, T. This is a great idea for a lengthy article. Besides getting away from
the risk of seeing Satan and this town might be worth it.’
Talience took in her friend’s words carefully. This decision could boldly make a statement about
her work. It would be so nice to look over her shoulder and not be concerned about seeing the
asshole.
‘Looks like I’m going to be slutting it up.’