Ria's Healing: The BFF Diaries, #2

By Tirza Schaefer

"What kind of screwdriver do you need?" God asks me.

"A turbo power one," I say. "And you stand in my way."

 

God is a stripper. A male stripper. Only Ria has no idea. She is just getting over the fact that there is a God and that he is sexy as hell, has a great sense of humour and seems to like to explore her scatterbrain. If only he would explore her body as well. But every time he tries, he has a panic attack. No wonder, the two find themselves one morning in Manhattan's top psychiatric clinic. Straight out of the strip club.

 

"Ria's Healing" was formerly published under the title "Ria" and is the second book of The BFF Diaries series, part of a larger world in which characters show up in each other's books.

 

Trigger Warnings: Sexually explicit scenes, graphic language, reference to substance absue and childhood trauma, and light use of alcohol and marijuana.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tirza Schaefer
• Release date: Jul 6, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223296263

Tirza Schaefer

Tirza Schaefer was born in Cologne (Köln), Germany. After she graduated from school, where she qualified in German “Abitur” and also attained proficiency in English and Latin (she also studied French for two years and Russian for one), she moved to the United Kingdom in 1991 and lived there for the next eight years. She first started to study for a BA Combined at SOAS (School of Oriental & African Studies, London University) in Comparative Religious Studies & Indonesian Studies, then changed to The London Metropolitan University, and graduated in an HND in Leisure and Tourism Studies and a BA in Tourism Studies with Marketing.. She moved back to Germany in 1999 to embark on a new adventure: being a mother of three wonderful children. At the beginning of 2015, Tirza started to publish her books, and with currently over 30 published, continuously working on more, she is a creative hothouse. In April 2017, an Arabian Mau cat called Taani from Dubai joined the family. In 2018 and 2019, she founded Goddess Reiki, and loves to write about and work with Goddess archetypes to explore her psyche and help clients in this process with their self-development. To this day, despite her many academic achievements, her many talents and skills, Tirza Schaefer has a progressive personality and always strives to expand herself in many areas. A non-extensive list of her qualifications are: *University Graduate *Mother *International Author *Usui Reiki Master/Teacher *Founder of Goddess Reiki *Practicing Witch *Voice Over Artist *Empowered Empath *Goddess Facilitator *Intuitive Reader & Healer Thus, you can never find “the final sentence” for her vita. Her life is an ongoing work of art, of character building, of an expanding personality, yet ultimately always moving forward, always striving for new, for more, for added quality of life, of herself. Tirza is a woman who is as steadfast and loyal as she is adventurous and surprising. It is exciting and worthwhile to observe her further to see what she will come up with next. You never know…

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Dedication

Idedicate this book , this entire series, to the women who dare to be different and follow their heart no matter what. The women who stand up for their own happiness who have sacrificed for others for so long and finally have the space, trust and will to care for themselves and do what makes them happy without regard to what others think of them. Those who dare to love, even if it seems inappropriate to others. Those who allow themselves to be loved and worshipped by their lovers without settling for second best.

You are the heroines of your own stories. Be a light to those who don’t yet dare to follow you and give them courage by your example. Dare to be different. But most of all, dare to be happy!

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Another big thank you goes out to Subtle Touch Creations by my amazing friend Catrin Russell (catrinrussell.com/stc), for her great cover art. I am beyond grateful for her beautiful creations! She is the author of high-epic romantic fantasy series and novels, a cover and graphic designer who not only creates stunning book covers but also incredibly beautiful digital art.

Contents

Dedication

Contents

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Epilogue

Books by Tirza Schaefer

Romantic Poetry

Love Expressed

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The Metaverse Novels (in Progress)

Her Badass Bikers

The Hopping Hippos

The Hopping Hippos Bonus Chapters (FREE with newsletter subscription)

Fromance (Short Edition) (FREE with newsletter subscription)

Fromance (Full Edition)

Tank (Book 1 of the Seals in Spain trilogy)

Dom (Book 2 of the Seals in Spain trilogy)

Seb (Book 3 of the Seals in Spain trilogy)

Izzy’s Law (Book 1 of The BFF Diaries)

Ria’s Healing (Book 2 of The BFF Diaries)

Reyna’s Dancers (Book 3 of The BFF Diaries)

Sassy’s Success (Book 4 of The BFF Diaries)

Holly’s Calendar Boys (Book 5 of The BFF Diaries)

The Korean Cartel

Her Viking Warriors

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Romance Series

Tirza’s Christmas Tales

(Standalone Themed Seasonal Novellas)

A New Family for Christmas

Christmas in Montana

A Beary Little Christmas

A Vampire for Christmas

(more to come)

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Band of Brothers Trilogy

(Read in Order, Series in Progress)

Drew

Zee

Rico & Chad

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Her Harem, A Reverse Harem Series in 12 Parts

(Read in Order, Ebook Series in Planning)

Black Veil (FREE ebook)

(more to come)

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Romantic Standalone Novels & Novellas

A Little Slice of Heaven (Extended Version)

Balcony Above the Sea

Badass Heroes

Opposites Attract

Born to Be Wild

In the Event of Love

Cloud Nine

The Navy Seal’s Nanny

Kisses in Darkness

The Right Kind of Wrong

Love in the Sky

Marine Party

Sealed Brothers

Dating a Hero

Chopped Encounter

Birthday Present

The Dark Duke

Snake Goddess Rising

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Anthologies

Summer Heat (A Little Slice of Heaven, Concise Version), May – November 2020

It’s Always Been You (Fromance, Concise Version), Friends to Lovers themed Charity Publication for the Breast Cancer Foundation July – October 2022

Rock My World (The Hopping Hippos), Rockstar Romance themed April-August 2023

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Please note that my romantic literature contains explicit and graphic sexual content, hot kink and at times, some mild violence and is therefore aimed at a mature adult audience. All novels come with a guaranteed happy ending and no cheating and will melt your heart as well as your panties!

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Spirituality, Parenting & Children

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Spiritual Poetry

My Spirit Song

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Travelogue, Parenting and Magic

A Magical Family Holiday

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FREE Children’s Literature

How Picasso Makes You A Genius

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Website & Newsletter

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Chapter 1

Jordan, 15 Years Ago

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My mother had blown the last money we had. Again. Nothing new there. I was in full puberty, the age where all my friends gobbled down food like it was nothing. They grew and grew but I sat there, hungry, no money for food. I didn’t want to become a cliché, mainly because I was shit scared. If I got arrested, they’d throw me into juvenile detention and take me away from my mum for good. And who would look after her? My dad hadn’t. That’s why she was drinking all our money away in the first place. So I sat through lunch at school, not talking to anyone.

When I came home, my mum had a friend there. Well, more like a drinking buddy. Addicts couldn’t be friends. Their drug of choice was stronger than anything else. You couldn’t trust them to ever do the right thing. My mum loved me, I knew that. But she was addicted and that addiction overrode any concern for my wellbeing. Instead, she drowned her sorrow at her failed marriage and shitty, hopeless life and any remaining feelings of guilt she might still harbour in the recesses of her befuddled mind about not caring for me properly like a mother should in liquor.

Her friend turned around and saw me. The woman was perhaps my mother’s age, but I guessed she was much more wasted already. She leered at me.

Who dat handsome young ‘un? she snarled.

That’s my son Jordan, my mother said with pride.

I had no idea why she was proud of me. Getting pregnant with me when she was fifteen had landed her in this mess that was her subsistence and I didn’t have anything to show for myself like good grades or sports trophies. I was too weak and hungry to achieve anything and too worried about my mother to conceive ways to earn money legally to buy food.

Nice meetin’ ya, Jordan, the old hag said. I’m Rose.

I nodded. I didn’t feel like talking to another addict. I wanted to hide in the bedroom until she was gone.

Why you look so grumpy? Rose asked, pretending to care.

I still didn’t know what her game was. I was fifteen. My mother was a single alcoholic. I didn’t have any booze money for her and she should be aware of that.

Hungry, I shrugged out the word.

Aw, young men like yourselfs always a-gobblin’ sumthin’, Rose said.

I was wondering if she came from some strange town where people talked weird or whether she thought that was cool. Either way, I didn’t want to stand around and make small talk.

Rose rummaged in her bag just as I was about to leave to the other room. The only other room in our apartment. My room. At first, it had been my mum’s room. But she hardly ever made it from the couch to bed, these days anyway, and as the couch had been my bed, I had to take the bed if I didn’t want to sleep on the floor.

Here ya go, sweetheart. Get us all sumthin’ ta eat and sit wit’ us for a-while and talk, Rose said and handed me a $50-bill.

Fifty dollars were a fortune to me. I had never held one in my hand before. So I grabbed it and was off like a shot before Rose realised her mistake and asked the money back, giving me a smaller bill instead. She didn’t say she wanted any change before I was out the door, so I ran to the nearest supermarket, got all their frozen meals that were on special offer, bought juice and milk and a pack of sweets. The last time I’d had any sweets had been my teacher’s birthday. She had brought some to class and given us a chocolate bar each. My favourite chocolate, simply because I had never had any other since I’d been so small that I couldn’t remember the taste.

To be healthy, I also got some fruit and had a banana and an apple as soon as I’d paid for the groceries. It was only then that I went home. When I returned, Rose had fallen asleep on the couch, my mum sat in the kitchen at the dining table looking up at me as I came in.

I thought you’d get some pizza or burger? she said.

No, mum, I stretched it a mile around the block. We’re gonna eat for more than a week on this. I’ll fix us something nice. Just relax, I’ll take care of you and cook for you tonight, I promised, hoping she’d not go off on a rant why I didn’t bring something else and I could have bought her some booze.

But my mum was in a melancholy mood and I saw at once the watery tears shimmering in her eyes.

You know I love you, right? she asked.

I know. And I love you, too, mum, I assured her and kissed her hair like I was the parent and she was the child.

Rose snored loudly from over on the couch. I shook my head.

Let her sleep, my mum said. If we’re lucky, she won’t wake up at all and then we can have the food all to ourselves. You need it most.

I didn’t argue with her on either point. So we let Rose sleep and had a midnight feast, delving in old memories of the times my dad had still been around and taken us on outings at the weekends in his car. It ended when we were stuffed and went out of memories that excluded dad because my mum didn’t like to be reminded of him, although all the good memories were connected to him.

Come to bed mum. It’s time, I said.

You go ahead and don’t come out again. I want to get rid of Rose and if you show, she won’t leave, my mum said.

Why wouldn’t she leave? I asked.

Just do as I say and don’t put the light on, I’ll tell her you’re long asleep, my mum said.

Like a good fifteen-year-old son, I obeyed.

Chapter 2

Jordan, 14 Years Ago

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It was only when one of my mum’s ever-changing drinking buddies grabbed for my leg under the table that I realised these older women didn’t think I was a cute kid. That lecherous gleeful look told me, Dorothy was only a second away from drooling. I could tell by now. And Dorothy was hot. I had had my thoughts about her already. She wasn’t long in the game. Her husband had left her for a younger model only two months ago, so she was a lightweight as far as the drinking went. But she had some serious curves and, unlike my mum and her usual crowd, she looked fresher and not used up yet. Also, she only lived next door. Convenient.

I took her hand under the table and held it, not sure whether I wanted to stop her or to prevent her from withdrawing her hand again. She moved it slightly. I tightened my grip as I digested the realisation that my mother had both used me and protected me for years. These ladies had brought bottles and food and my mum had always made me be polite to these women. However, she had always sent me to bed before I was able to get into serious trouble with any of them. My mum was pimping me out without pimping me out.

The realisation struck me that women could be so easily manipulated. Some came by for years, usually at the beginning of the month. That’s when there was still money to drool over the little boy that was so cute, so polite to them, always smiling and saying please and thank you and behaving generally like a little gentleman. All this time, they had been fantasizing about me, whether they admitted it to themselves or not. I made them feel good, special, gave them attention, something they hadn’t had from a man in years.

Not positive attention, anyway. A few had a black eye or two when they came by that told me they got the kind of male attention you didn’t ever want to have. It distressed me to see it and my mum noticed and didn’t let those women come again. She didn’t care about their bruises much. But she cared about me feeling comfortable with these women because they paid our way.

Dorothy moved her hand a little again and I squeezed it hard and gave her a commanding stare. I don’t know what had got into me to do this and be so bold and naughty but instead of looking at me as if she wanted to smack my face for my insolence, Dorothy quivered and her pupils dilated.

I was sixteen, a virgin and completely unfamiliar with women’s signs of being sexually aroused. I hadn’t realised it in all these years because it had not been so open and I had no one to explain these things to me. I had no friends. No one wanted to be friends with the kid who had no money, wore dirty clothes and shoes often too small for his size. I wasn’t cool and I wasn’t in sports, either. I ran home as soon as school was over to make sure my mum was okay.

However, I could tell instinctively what these signs meant when Dorothy looked at me out of dilated pupils and quivered. She wanted me. And she wanted me bad! And best of all, she was submitting to me. Me, a sixteen-year-old horny virgin boy and her, an older, experienced woman. And she submitted to me. I grew instantly hard and pulled her hand upwards with a jerk.

Chapter 3

Jordan, Present Day

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Dorothy Layers was my first sexual experience. She taught me a lot and it was thanks to her that I became what I am today. A stripper. Yes, I am a stripper. But I am not one of those in a dive bar, having their cock sucked for 1-dollar-bills. I am an international superstar. Women travel to see me perform and they pay thousands and thousands of dollars to get closer. Hundreds of thousands to get really close. Fucking close, if you know what I mean.

I have the looks, of course, I am stunningly handsome. I’m not just bragging, I’ve been voted world’s hottest stripper five years in succession. But it takes a lot more than a pretty face, buff body and good dance moves to impress a crowd that is affluent enough to fly you across the Atlantic for dinner and a lapdance.

Did you think only men went to strip clubs? Well, let me tell you, those are docile in comparison to what women get up to. You have no idea how lecherous and predatory they are, how unashamedly sensual and sexual, how aggressively they pursue their prey, in this case, me. The most I’ve been offered for a fuck,