Rachel - Crossing The Line Part XIV
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Thank you, for all the great feed back! Many Thanks to Kristina for the
edit work! Love to hear your thoughts. Rach...
November 30th, 10:12 AM
I rolled over gingerly and rubbed the small of my back. It was tender,
like I'd done a thousand sit-ups or something. Rubbing it didn't do
much and I decided to get up and find something to take for the nagging
pain. I stood carefully and took the first few steps as though my hip
was out of joint, stopping to lean over and steady myself against the
foot of the bed. Shit, my arm hurt just leaning like this to hold
myself up. I'm a mess!
I took some comfort in knowing Brad wasn't here to see me like this.
He'd left at the ungodly hour of 8:00 AM and had carried me from the
couch to the bedroom and our bed. When I had gotten home last night
around 1:00 AM he was already in bed, fully clothed, and snoring. I
decided I wasn't in the mood for a.) listening to that noise; and b.)
having to talk about my evening if he woke up. So, I snatched my pillow
and found a blanket in the hall closet, turned the TV on in the living
room, took a quick five-minute shower in the second bathroom to wash the
stink off my body and crashed on the couch.
Before he left this morning he'd carried me to the bedroom and tucked me
in. No questions, no groping, nothing. I was wearing one of his t-
shirts and nothing else, so I was happy he just let me be. Not to
mention I'm sure I looked as bad as I felt right now. When I finally
made it to the bathroom I confirmed that last thought as I looked in the
mirror of the medicine cabinet, opening it quickly to avoid picking the
image apart. God, just kill me!
There were a number of various prescription bottles and the usual over
the counter pain relievers. I first picked up the Advil, but saw the
bottle labeled Hydrocodone and made the switch. 'Take one every four
hours as needed for pain' the bottle said. That's what I got, pain. I
opened the lid, took one, and tossed it down with a few quick gulps of
water out of my hand. The rest of the bottle had on it what you'd
expect - Brad's name and Dr. Hansen as the issuing doctor - figures.
Wonder what he needed these for. The prescription was a few months old
and I hoped the large white pills still packed a punch.
I closed the cabinet and returned to bed praying again that the medicine
would dull my aches and pains. When I had finally found a comfortable
position, I closed my eyes and began to relive bits and pieces of the
night before. I then wished I had taken two or three of the pills,
thinking maybe it would clear away the memories. No such luck...
As I lay there flashes of Thomas, the butler or whatever he was, came
into view. He had entered the room a few minutes after Harris had
unceremoniously dismissed me. He was all business and first went to the
connecting bathroom, returning with a glass of water and a few towels.
One was a washrag - it was wet and warm. He undid the ball gag
carefully, holding my head as he worked it from my mouth. When it was
completely out I felt my jaw pop and wanted to rub it, but my arms were
stuck behind me. He wiped the saliva that coated my chin and had run
down my neck. Not a word was spoken and I was prepared for the worst,
like maybe he would take a turn or something sick like that, but he went
about undoing the straps that held my arms securely behind me after
laying the towel on the pad next to me.
When he had freed my arms he gently took my arm and helped me to stand.
I was a bit wobbly, but he pulled the pad I had been laying on forward
so that I could steady myself. My arms buzzed and ached as the blood
seemed to course through my veins more freely now. Next, he went about
undoing the restraints on my ankles. I watched him in the mirrors and
it didn't appear that he was judging me or even let on that he really
could have taken advantage of the situation I was in. Did he care about
any of this or was this just par for the course with his master? One
would think I couldn't get any lower than what Harris had done with me,
but you'd be wrong. I wanted this guy helping to free me to say
something, to have some comment, opinion, anything. But there was
nothing.
When the last strap around my ankle was removed I turned slowly and sat
on the bed.
He handed me a towel, "If you would like to take a shower I will wait
for you just down the hall to the left."
I nodded 'No', to which he turned without any sign of emotion to
retrieve my gown from the saddle thing across the room. I took it
without saying a word or looking at him, and though I was mortified by
how Harris had left me to be found by his silent servant I was left to
wonder just how many times this guy had done this. A few I was sure.
Women probably bought into Harris, like I had, because he was slick and
smooth. Same ploy I bet, "Just try this on...", or, "I promise not to
hurt you..." What a load of crap. Humiliation could be just as hurtful
as the act of beating someone. I felt beaten and used. I had no doubt
the butler had done this before, the clean up of his employers mess.
'Why won't you talk to me?' I mentally asked him.
I boiled the entire experience down after a moment of thought to being
emotionally beaten down. Now I just wanted out of here. I partially
wiped the still wet cum from inside my legs and soaking the front of my
lace panties. I didn't care what this servant guy, Thomas, was thinking
now and I didn't care if he knew I wasn't what I appeared to be. When I
finished I dropped the towel and turned to pull on my gown. I caught
him staring at me in the mirror and couldn't help myself, "This really
wasn't one of my better nights..." and my voice trailed off.
He only nodded and extended my clutch, which I took from him as if
embarrassed - I was. He turned toward the door, opened it and stood
there waiting for me in his silent indifference to my existence. 'Screw
you if I messed up your little world asshole', I wanted to scream at
him! And as forethought I wanted to scream 'Fuck you and Fuck your
boss'. I spun and picked up the envelope that was my 'tip' and tried my
best to march past him with some dignity. It probably wasn't that
convincing because I was well outside my league with these people. The
look he gave me said that loud and clear.
After a number of twists and turns I found myself finally at the front
door, where I was unceremoniously given my fur wrap, and escorted to the
town car. Sitting In the back seat heading back to the condo, I felt no
peace - just shame...
'Fuck this! ' I rolled over and tried to lose myself in the sheets,
hugging a pillow tight between my legs. I need some sleep and to block
this night from my mind once and for all...
November 30th, 1:01 PM
Voices... a clicking sound, a wooden clunk, silence. I felt like I was
in a fog, a hot sweaty fog. I laid a hand over my forehead and felt
sweat on my brow. I felt kind of dizzy just laying here and wondered
what the problem was, then remembered I had taken some thing, what?
Hydrocodone, right? How long have I been out? I looked at the clock
and calculated I had been sleeping for about two hours. No, three. I
needed to pee, but I didn't want to get up. Would I even be able to
make it to the bathroom?
Slowly I slid my legs over the side of the bed and struggled to sit up.
It was as if my upper body weighed twice as much as it did. Crap, I'm
on the moon or something! This sucks, this ain't good... I sat there
for another minute, zoning out on the carpet. The urge to pee poked at
me and when I was sure I wouldn't fall over I stood. The room didn't
spin or Tilt-O-Whirl on me, I headed for the bathroom. My back was
still sore, but it seemed to be a duller pain now. Guess the med's
worked.
November 30th, 1:09 PM
In the kitchen I slapped the remainder of the turkey on the leftover
garlic bread from yesterday's lunch. Popped the entire thing in the
microwave and in twenty seconds had warmed everything up enough to make
it mildly appealing. The first bite was wonderful and I stood there
like a zombie at the counter eating like I was starved. When the last
bite didn't go down as easily as the first, I reached for a bottle of
water. Ah... I polished off the second piece and noticed the note on
the counter.
'Rach: I'm taking Krystal back to Dr. Bill at 1:30. Something is going
on. Call you later. Lisa'
Figures the noises I'd just heard was them leaving. I put the note down
and retrieved my water bottle, sucking in two long gulps. Then it hit
me, no dinner. I hadn't eaten anything since that late lunch with
Krystal yesterday, no wonder I feel funky. The med's are screwing with
me on my empty stomach. Another thought bubbled to the surface; I
needed to take my daily dose of hormones and other female enhancing
magic pills. I opened the cabinet closest to me and took the three
bottles out. Down the hatch I thought. Do your jobs faster damn it! I
smiled thinking that they were working, somewhat. The t-shirt I was
wearing had two small mounds trying to peek out... Too bad there wasn't
an instant fix to my present condition. Magic pills, whom was I
kidding?
November 30th, 2:42 PM
When the phone rang I didn't want to move. Slowly I turned to see where
the cordless handset was in relation to where I was spread out and
extremely comfortable on the couch. I had showered, put my makeup on,
and did barely enough to make my hair look nice. I was kicked back on
the couch in a most relaxed position and the thought of getting up
didn't appeal to me. It stopped ringing after a few rings and the
answering machine clicked on. The caller had hung up before leaving a
message. Good.
The machine whirled as if resetting itself and the phone rang again.
Crap! Someone must want me on the phone. I rolled off the couch and
picked it up on the third ring.
"Hello," my voice tentative - though my mood bordered on pissed.
"Rach, shit... Hold on a second," there was rustling in the background,
"OK, hey, I'm taking Krystal over to her hotel room to pick up a few
more things, check her out."
"OK..." and I sounded as involved in the conversation as a kid listening
to instructions coming from their parent. Damn, that was something I
needed to do, call my parents today. I felt my mind wander a bit, how
did that pop into my brain? Did she just tell me to check Krystal out?
Why, was she different now or something?
"You sound funny? You OK?"
"Yeah, what are you doing?" I wasn't sure what I sounded like, but her
saying that made me try to focus a bit more on the call at hand and my
voice. Where the hell was she? There were all kinds of noises in the
background. Grrr! Lisa always had a way of getting in my head. Don't
mess with me today! I'm not in the mood.
"I just told you, taking Krystal to get the rest of her stuff. We'll be
there in about an hour, hour and a half at most. I've been trying to
get a hold of Brad, he call you?"
"No..."
"Did I wake you or something?"
I wanted to scream at her to just leave me alone. Get here, come there,
go, I DON'T CARE!
"You still there?"
"I'm fine, just tired," and I tried to change the subject, "How's
Krystal?"
"She's fine, the twins are fine," that was followed by a giggle, "Guess
there was some pooling of blood from where she had either been hit or
whatever by that asshole did to her. It spooked her enough for her to
show me when I came over to check on her around 12, 12:30. You were
crashed hard, you remember me shaking you? You didn't move."
"No, I don't remember. Does Dr. Hansen think there's a problem with her
implants?"
"No, Bill just kind of waved us out of there after he took a peek under
her shirt. I think he's got a crush on her," and Lisa giggled again.
What? That wasn't a vision I wanted, but it wasn't one that surprised
me either - the part about him maybe wanting to get a free grope of her.
Shit, who wouldn't? She was... Whatever! I wondered how much of the
conversation Krystal was picking up on as she sat there with Lisa - that
assumes she was right next to her. Why am I over thinking about this
stuff? Do I really give a crap?
"Hey, you eaten lunch yet?"
"No, not really," and I could still taste the garlic bread I'd eaten
earlier, even though I had brushed my teeth. I had even flossed, which
I don't do very often.
"Cool, we'll pick something up on the way over there. There's a great
Greek place close to the condo. They have a Greek salad to die for.
You want one?"
"Sure, that sounds good," another energy packed response. I don't care
right now - HELLO!
"See you in a bit then."
"Yeah, bye..." the line went dead. Goody, 'See you in a bit...',
whatever! I was already thinking about how I should call my parents,
how I should have called them much sooner.
I looked at the phone a minute and wondered if I could do this or not.
Lost was the thought lunch was on it's way or anything else Lisa told
me. I could procrastinate on calling them, but that was just going to
get me in deeper trouble. I had an hour to spare, I could get this over
with pretty quick, right? I needed to at least check in with them, no
question about that. Quick call, check in, hang up. I was trying to
convince myself to dial the phone.
I looked at the clock, almost 3, dad wouldn't be home yet from work and
mom would probably be out running errands. If I were lucky I'd get the
answering machine. Good as time as any I suppose and I punched the
numbers into the phone.
After the first ring I considered hanging up. I wasn't mentally
prepared for this...
Second ring. Hang up! Do it now...
"Hello?" the voice said tentatively.
Crap! "Ah, hey mom, you're home..." and that sounded incredibly stupid.
I wondered if she recognized my voice and then I panicked a little
thinking I wasn't speaking as my former self. No, she would know.
Crap! What was I doing? I tried to clear my throat, one hand over the
receiver. Yeah, that's going to make me sound like...
"Michael? Oh my God," there was a pause and then she laid into me,
"Where have you been! We've been worried sick about you! You quit
Global?" It sounded like a question, but I knew it carried a lot of
weight in her way of thinking. That thinking was her hope that I would
rise to the top of that small local cable company one day. Yeah right!
She continued without taking a breath, "We've talked to all your friends
and went by your house! You moved? You disappeared right off the face
of the earth! That really had your father and I scared to death. Where
are you? Why haven't you called?"
Finally, a breath, a pause, but I knew it wasn't the end, "I'm fine
mom..." She cut me off.
"Yeah, well fine means you at least call. You quit your job! Where are
you living?"
"It's kind of a long story, but I'm working," how to put this, "for a
casino management company." That wasn't exactly the truth, but not
totally a lie, sort of. I mean Brad worked for a casino management
company, so I worked for Brad and - OK, I can't justify that. So my
only option is to lie, at least for the time being. I closed my eyes
thinking I wasn't prepared for this call. Shit! I'm so stupid. Blend
the truth, just blend the truth...
"A casino? Which one? Do you know you missed Thanksgiving dinner?
Your uncle Al was here even. He was pretty disappointed that he didn't
get to see you." she sounded less angry at me, but there was an annoyed
tone in her voice that wasn't going to soon leave. Maybe a hint of
relief was there too?
"Sorry about that, I was in Atlantic City over the Thanksgiving weekend,
I should have called." And I cringed, this story, I mean lie, was going
to get bigger by the minute. "How was Al?" Al wasn't really my uncle
by blood, but someone who had been around our family for nearly all my
life. He had moved to Florida to retire a few years back, so we didn't
get to see him all that often.
"Al's fine, but he knew how worried we were and how you disappearing
wasn't like you. He suggested that we call the police. The police
Michael. I think your father was going to call the police tomorrow if
we didn't hear from you by then. What were you thinking? Michael
what's going on, where are you right now?"
Crap! Police, uncle Al, too many lies to keep track of - Thank God I
called or this would have turned ugly. Not that it wasn't a pain in the
ass already. Fuck! "Mom, I'm fine, I have a good job, I'm making a lot
more than I ever could have at Global Access Cable, and I like what I'm
doing. Relax, I promise I won't leave you guys hanging like this ever
again. I'm really sorry mom."
There was a pause and the softening of her temper I was hoping for
didn't materialize,
"This is uncharacteristic of you! We want you to come by the house,"
another pause,
"today. I'll call your father and have him skip bowling tonight, you
get your little butt over here and tell us what's going on."
She'd drawn the line in the sand and there was no way I was going to
cross it tonight.
Lie, just keep the story rolling, "Tonight? I can't tonight mom, I'm
leaving for Atlantic City in," pausing for effect, "less than an hour.
How about I call you when I get back to Vegas? Then I'll come over and
we can catch up. How's that?" I was
praying she bought it.
"You leave for Atlantic City tonight? Michael, none of this adds up.
How do you go from cable TV installer to working for a casino? Why do
you travel? What do you do for these people? Michael, I want answers
young man, I'm your mother for God sake."
She was frustrated, I could feel it in her tone and it wasn't sitting
all that well with me either. Even though I probably had a few million
chances to call them, I hadn't. I didn't want to lie to her, but there
was NO WAY IN HELL I was going to meet my parents anytime soon and I
couldn't explain what I did, not ever. Didn't matter how much motherly
guilt or beating she threw at me, I wasn't going to cave in. Damn it, I
should have listened to Brad a week or so ago and called. Shit! How to
minimize this? "Ma, I'm fine, come on don't you trust me?" Not what I
was going for in deflecting her questions, but a start.
"Not hearing from you for almost a month, you quit your job, you move,
you have a new job? Honey, we're just concerned. This is unusual
behavior from you. Are you in trouble or something?"
"What? Mom! No, I'm not in trouble. Why would you think that?" And I
had to check my voice because I felt like I was slipping in and out of
who I was supposed to be right now and whom I had been living as these
past two weeks. Damn!
"Is this a number we can reach you at?"
I thought my heart was going to burst when I heard the question and
processed how I'd just fucked myself. Caller ID! Fuck! What was I
going to tell her? I wanted to hang up, but she would just call back,
"No, I'm at a friends house. Here's my cell number," and I rattled it
off to her while trying to disguise my anxiety over screwing up so big.
"If you need me, just call my cell." I hoped that would give her some
comfort...
"When did you get a cell phone?"
Guess not, "Mom, I needed one for work, Geesh! Was I featured on
America's Most Wanted or something last week?" It was a show both my
parents watched religiously, why I could never figure out. It wasn't
like either of them would see someone from the show and tackle him or
her to the ground until the cops showed. I chuckled to myself.
"Don't take that tone with mister!"
"Sorry mom, it's just things are going pretty good for me right now and
I just didn't want to get the third degree from you guys when I finally
got around to calling. I didn't want to get talked out of leaving GAC
and I didn't want you guys worrying about me. I blew it a bit by not
calling, but mom, I'm fine..." I kind of trailed off there for effect.
"Well, if you had called sooner maybe I wouldn't be talking to you like
you were in high school still?"
"I said I'm sorry, I really am. I've been busy trying to learn the
ropes here. It's been hard and I work really weird hours so, when I get
home from work I just go to bed pretty much." That wasn't far from the
truth.
"You don't get days off? What kind of place is this you are working
for? Tell me what you do?"
Yeah, how do I answer that last one? I'm in the entertainment business?
Crap! "I work, ah, well I do a lot of work with high rollers at
casinos, for casinos..." That came out kind of choppy, but I hoped it
would suffice.
"You are a concierge?" and she sounded confused.
"What's wrong with that mom? There is a lot of money to be made taking
care of people with money to burn," and as an after thought I added, "I,
I mean we, made a $1000 tip last night. So, this is a great
opportunity. I meet plenty of influential people and who knows, one day
maybe someone will like how hard I work for them and I'll get an offer
for another job. I like what I'm doing mom..."
She was processing what I had just told her and I knew she was probably
get stuck on the mention of the $1000 tip. That was probably a mistake
to mention it, it was. "Someone gave you $1000 as a tip? What did you
have to do for that Michael? Illegal things?"
"Mom, illegal things? What, like drug deals? Mom, I don't do things
that are illegal.
These people know they can't get away with stuff like that through the
casinos. I mean, it's not like some of them don't ask for drugs and
things like that, but we don't deal with low lives like that," I paused
to think of where I was going to take this, "We got the tip for getting
a woman front row seats to Celine Deon last night. Nothing illegal
about that. And honestly, we get tips all the time. It's like when
people go to a restaurant and tip. When I do a good job sometimes
there's a tip. That make sense?" There was no way I was going to tell
her about the Miata I was given! I need to get off the phone!
"Yes, but you can't get wrapped up in that kind of life. It's fraught
with pitfalls; there are dangers out there when people have more money
than conscience. You remember that."
I told her I would and finally she seemed to relax a bit. It was
probably a combination of having a way to get a hold of me and that I
didn't sound whacked out of my mind. We talked for a bit more, I
promised I would call when I got back from Atlantic City, and she said
she would have my dad call me later. Great! Just what I needed. At
least I could ignore it with caller ID, why didn't I remember that
before I had made this call! Finally I told her I had to go and that I
would try and call later if my dad didn't get me. She reluctantly let
me go and that long put off chore was now history.
Of course I wasn't out of the woods yet. I hadn't answered very many of
her questions and I knew my dad wasn't going to be as easy to put off.
This day was turning out to be one big pain in the ass! I rolled my
shoulders forward and stretched. Pain... I headed for the bathroom
with the thought of taking another Hydrocodone tablet. Food would be
here shortly, so it should counter act some of the floaty-lightheaded-
dizzy feeling I had after taking one this morning. If anything maybe it
would buy me a good solid nap. I put the phone down and headed toward
relief...
November 30th, 3:36 PM
I had just put Brad's t-shirt back on when I heard the girls enter the
condo. Lisa let out a hearty, "Hey, we're here!" as they clambered
around in the door way and then just down the hall in the room Krystal
was staying in. Some where between dealing with my mom and taking the
Hydrocodone something Lisa had said clicked. The part about getting
Krystal's things and checking her out of where ever she was already
staying. That meant I had a roommate - NOT that I had to check her out
because her boobs were lopsided or something. I planned on complaining
BIG TIME to Brad about that. NO ROOMMATE! I didn't want this and I
certainly didn't want to share anything about my life with someone twice
as good as I was at it.
The pill I had taken was just starting to make me feel numb, but not
numb enough to ignore my appearance. Probably need to swallow the whole
bottle for that. I checked myself in the mirror, for the tenth or so
time, and opened the bedroom door. The door to Krystal's room was open
and I could hear a zipper being undone, like on a suitcase. I made it
to the open door just as Lisa was setting a printer paper box down on
the bed. She looked at Krystal, who was looking at me and turned with a
smile, "Hey..."
I just sort of acknowledged her with a shake of my head.
"I will not to get in the way of your things." Krystal said meekly.
I smiled, but was thinking she already had 'gotten in the way of my
things'. Whatever! "No worries, I'm glad to hear you're alright. Lisa
told me about the blood pooling, that would scare the hell out of me."
"Thank you. The doctor does not think it is as worse as it is looks."
"Yeah, well it freaked me out when you showed me." Lisa said cringing
her face as if grossed-out just thinking about it. "Lunch is on the
counter in the kitchen. I can't stay, so you girls enjoy."
That just flowed from her lips so easy - 'you girls enjoy'. Like that's
what we were - girls just like her. Some times I didn't know if she
said crap like that to get a rise out of me or if she's just the biggest
unfeeling space cadet there was.
I half-heartedly smile at her as she walked past me and to the kitchen.
I followed behind her.
"So she's moving in?" I asked.
Lisa dug through one of the bags on the counter until she found what she
was looking for, a piece of garlic cheese bread. I could smell it
before I saw it in her hand. She turned to look at me, sizing up what I
had just asked, and took a quick bite. "For now," she said between
chewing. She extended it toward me like I would really take it from her
or take a bite.
"For now?" my eyebrow raised.
"It's complicated, that's why I need to talk with Brad. He didn't call
did he?"
"No. So, why is this complicated?"
Her face grew hard for a moment, and then softened, "Look, Brad is into
a lot of things.
You coming along when you did filled a gap in a few of the things he
does, but Krystal was already in the works before you plopped into his
lap. Augh! Talk to him about this. I can tell you he doesn't want to
lose either one of you, so it's not a question of you or Krystal. Shit,
that doesn't make sense does it? Look, just talk to the guy when you
see him."
"You can't tell me what's going on?"
"Rach, all I can say for sure is you're in a pretty strong position of
power at the moment. Don't forget that," she said glancing at her
watch, "Shit! I gotta jet. I'll call you later, promise." She feigned
a kiss toward my cheek, had her purse in hand, and spun toward the door
before I could open my mouth.
"Do you do this just to fuck with me?"
She stopped at the open door and smiled, "Is that what you think I'm
doing? Girl, I'm just trying to get you where you want to be and to
toughen you up. Being a woman is more than batting you eyes and being
able to go down on some guy. You gotta believe you're in control and ya
gotta work that to your advantage every second of every day or you'll
get fucked royal. I'm on your side, I hope you can believe that." She
smiled briefly and was out the door before I could digest what she had
just said.
So, she was on my side? It sure didn't feel like it at times...
November 30th, 4:01 PM
"This is no the salad as good of yesterday," Krystal said while reaching
for her second or third piece of garlic bread.
I nodded my agreement and pushed my plate forward. I think the dressing
had to much vinegar in it, because the chopped lettuce in the salad was
anything but crisp. It was food though and had I picked at it long
enough. I took another piece of bread also. We smiled at each other
across the table. Augh! I need to hate you, not like you!
"Do you know what Lisa can do for Brad in his job?"
Funny question, I was just wondering that myself a moment ago. What was
Lisa' role for Brad? Was it as sinister as I wanted to make it?
Conspiracy theories abound. Whatever! "Ya know, I really don't know
what Lisa does for Brad. I know she's been watching over me for the
past two weeks, but I never feel like I get a straight answer from her."
Krystal looked puzzled for a moment, then whatever she was processing
must have clicked in, "She is a good person do you think?"
Wow, interesting question. Did I think she was a good person? Yeah,
but how do I explain her screwing with me? "Sure, I don't think she's
here to hurt us." Oh PLEASE! Freudian slip - 'Us'? There I go again,
liking her again. Augh! You're invading my space, my comfort zone, and
my life - I want to scream at you to get OUT! OUT! Go back to Brazil!
"You are not believe this?" She paused as if trying to word the next
sentence correctly, "And Brad is for good not to hurt us?"
More interesting insight to Ms. Krystal Kane - she's not feeling like
she's on solid ground either. At least that's how I would interpret her
asking of that question. Not that I would exploit that to my benefit,
but it certainly surprised me that she can carry herself so confidently
- yet has a few of the demons I have. I loitered on that question for a
few more seconds, "No, I don't think Brad is in the business to put us
in harms way. I think we're pawns in a bigger game, I just don't know
where we fit in." The look on her face said she didn't get what I had
said, "No, he's not going to let us get hurt." 'Deliberately anyway',
but I kept that thought to myself.
She nodded as if she understood. I shrugged as if out of things to say
about that subject, but I could tell she had more questions about what
was going on around here. Maybe more 'we' and 'us' questions. Did she
want to know the pecking order? Guess what honey, so do I. I stood and
picked up my plate and empty bottle of water, turning for the kitchen.
All this 'we' and 'us' talk - What are we a team now? It was making me
tired. Of course that was probably more the codeine than the energy my
brain was sucking out of my body - maybe a little of both.
I put my plate in the dishwasher and looked over at the table. Krystal
was still eating her salad and when she looked over at me I made a
brushing motion at my mouth and walked toward the bedroom without saying
a word. She smiled briefly and returned to her salad - and probably as
many questions about what was going on as I had...
November 30th, 4:42 PM
I heard the scratching of a key in the lock at the front door and rose
from the bed to peek down the hall. It was Brad and I quickly stepped
out from behind the door and met him in the kitchen. As I walked toward
the kitchen I remembered how every creak of this condo just a week ago
would send me over the edge. Was I relaxing now? Hmmm....
"What's up?" Brad said after pulling a beer from the refrigerator,
tossing the cap in the trash under the sink.
"Not much," and I took a seat at the counter.
"Sorry about last night."
Sorry? I caught myself before letting a pained look cross my face. Had
he talked to Harris? Did he know what went on?
"What do you mean?"
"I was beat last night, snoring too much right?" He took a pull on his
beer and looked a little embarrassed.
Whew! Either he didn't know or was going to end run to that subject
soon, "No problem, I was just wired and didn't have the heart to jab you
in the ribs ta shut ya up." Smile politely, smile, relax...
"I only snore when I'm really tired."
"Yeah, right..." I giggled genuinely.
"Oh, so it's an every night thing, eh?"
His lip was all pouty until he sucked down a few sips of the beer. I
just smiled coyly back at him. God he could be so cute at times. I let
my mind wander a bit, pheromones? Was he a natural chick magnet?
"Yeah, well..." he had nothing witty to say and just added, "well,
yeah." He chuckled and sucked some more beer down. When I didn't offer
up any come back he made that end run, "How did it go last night?"
Any giddy feeling I was savoring flushed itself down the drain. I
shrugged as if I didn't know.
"OK, can you tell if it was a good night at least?" He stared at me for
a second and added, "Harris paid this morning."
"Did you talk with him?" My voice felt like it was shaky.
"No, he had someone deliver a check. I put it in your account before
coming over here." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a banking
receipt and slid it across the counter.
I read the slip - Deposit: $3000.00 and then I saw the balance in the
account was $18,244.12, Holly shit! A smile crossed my face and I
remembered the $1000 I still had in my clutch from last night. The
balance was three-quarters of what I would make in a year at Global
Access. Crap!
"Not bad for a couple weeks worth of just being you, eh?"
I nodded, "I had no idea I had this much in the bank. Is this all mine
or do I owe you anything?"
"We're square, though I might have you pick up the tab at Lisa' for
whatever you've been buying lately. Saw a bill this morning for bras.
Tell me $219 bought a life time supply."
He was smiling, but I think his point was I needed to take
responsibility for some of my expenditures. I acknowledged where he was
going with a quick nod and added, "Sure..." I was a little embarrassed
that he was mentioning what my purchase was and prayed Lisa hadn't
spelled out every gory detail of that.
"So?"
Huh? Oh, last night... My voice was a bit lower, but I started out
with a strong train of thought, "Honestly?" I didn't wait for his
answer, "I don't think I would ever do something like that again."
"What does that mean?"
I had a new found courage, maybe it was left over anger boiling up again
inside of me, "It was a little weird. If you put me in that position
again I'll walk. Do you understand?" My eyes were locked on his. He
had to know Harris was a whacko...
He stared at me, measuring the depth of what I had just said, "Not into
the whole bondage thing huh?"
"You should have warned me Brad," that came out as almost one run on
sentence, the words blending together. He did know the guy was off a
few clicks.
"I knew he had a bit of 'kink' in him, what kind of stuff was he into?
He didn't hurt you I take it?"
"No, not really, but that's not the whole story. It was a very
degrading experience. I won't do that ever again."
"How about I let you tie me up?" he smiled.
My face said it all - 'FUCK YOU'. I sat there a moment longer wondering
why he would make light of this and when I couldn't come up with an
answer I spun from the stool and headed toward the bedroom, slamming the
door behind me. I felt the tears welling up after I threw myself on the
bed. They began to flow uncontrollably and my body, numb, heaved gently
with each sob.
November 30th, 5:59 PM
The door to the bedroom opened slowly and the light from the hall
illuminated a pie slice out of the dark room. Brad looked over at the
bed and I turned toward the bathroom, "Go ahead, turn the light on if
you need to find something," I whispered. I had cried my frustrations
away and I'm sure the majority of make-up I was wearing was now covering
the pillow I had dug my arms under.
"Thanks, just need to change. Need to be back at work by 8." He walked
to the bathroom and flipped the light on, closing the door part way. He
could have turned on the lamps but was trying to be polite about not
blinding me.
After he looked like he was acclimated to the room in shadows I asked,
"When do I get to ask my questions?" After my twenty minute crying fit
and not being checked on I just kind of put it all aside and fired my
first volley. I tried to focus on what I needed, for my own sanity, in
the way of answers from Brad. Answers, that's what I needed - will I
get them?
"Right now if you want. Ask away," he was pulling socks and a pair of
boxers from the chest of drawers.
"You have time? I don't want ten-second answers," that sounded harder
than I had intended but I wanted to set a tone.
"Fire away," he continued to gather clothes he was going to change into.
Then walked to the bedroom door and shut it.
I sat up and scooted back against the headboard. What to ask first, the
biggie, "What do you do?"
"I work for HCC as a consultant. Over the years I've got to know a few
people and was able to deliver results when asked. Most of those
requests were done outside of HCC, so my paychecks all say HCC, but I
have what you'd call 'secondary income'. How's that?" He was undoing
is pants, after placing his clean clothes on the bed.
"I think I knew most of that, I wanna know what you do?"
"I get things for people and do things for people that can't be done on
the regular market, say at a store like Nordstrom's. Same customer
service as those guys, just done in the shadows mostly."
"Yeah, like what do you 'Do' for them?" I over emphasized the word to
make a point.
"Rach, that's a pretty broad question and I'm surprised you're even
asking that. Let's take you for example. I know people who are
interested in being with you, I make that happen."
"You mean someone 'like' me."
"Yeah, if you want to get technical about it."
"What's the story with Krystal?"
"Lisa say something to you?" his voice jaded or something.
"No, so don't dodge the question."
Brad shimmied out of his boxers and I found myself staring. When he
picked up the clean pair he looked up at me to continue, I looked down
at the foot of the bed, "I'm not dodging anything, just want to know
what I don't have to cover." He pulled his boxers on and stood there
for a second thinking, "Tony Benito knows someone who handled Krystal.
Somewhere along the line that relationship got strained, for lack of a
better explanation, and Krystal became one of the people Tony ended up
taking care of. About a year ago the government of Columbia went after
him pretty hard and Krystal had a run in with their secret police down
there. That kind of spooked Tony and he sent her back to Brazil. Guess
she ended up in some trouble down there recently and he asked if I would
keep an eye on her up here until he could figure out what to do with
her."
"Are you serious?"
"Yeah," he paused as if to judge what I had asked, "Why would I make
something like that up?"
"I don't know..." I felt stupid and pulled a pillow around to hug it,
while pulling my knees up.
"So she's here and Tony said I, I could let her do things." He picked
up his laundered shirt and started undoing the buttons, ditching the
wire hanger on the chair behind him.
"Do things? Yeah, like work for you?"
"That's what I was told I could do with her. There are enough requests
for women like you two that I could have you working at least twice a
day and even around the states, globally. It all boils down to people
knowing I can get them what they are seeking and do it without screwing
them."
"Well you screwed up with that Dettings guy. How do you deal with
that?"
He stopped and tried to focus on my face, partly in the shadows because
of the light from the bathroom. I could see a flash of concern on his
face, for just a moment, then he continued with the buttons. "I try and
not make that mistake again. Dettings was loaded or high on something,
had I known I wouldn't have sent her over there. My business has checks
and balances, what goes around comes around. I'm just glad it wasn't
you he went nuts on."
"Why?" I sounded more surprised that I had wanted.
"I think Krystal has been around the block a few times, you haven't. If
Dettings would have gone off on you I'm not sure you'd want to continue
being you. I imagine it was pretty scary, I just wouldn't want anything
to happen to you." He finished the last button on his shirt and turned
to retrieve a tie from the closet. He held them up for me to pick, I
chose the dark blue one, it went better with his slacks than the red
one.
I wanted to tell him that I was most happy when I was with him, but I
wasn't sure how to put that into words. Then I thought about what my
role here really was, I was basically a commodity. An in demand one I
guess, though that concept was hard to swallow.
"That's all your questions?" He was smiling.
"No, I just, I don't know, can't think of any others for some reason."
I squeezed the pillow a little tighter and remembered something my mom
has asked me, "Are you doing anything illegal?"
"Depends on your point of view I guess. I've gotten very good at
getting people to bend the law for me. Illegal? No, not really. I
don't do, sell, or move drugs. I don't kill people, have them killed,
nor do I condone that kind of shit. What I do doesn't require any of
that kind of work."
"You hurt Dettings..." My voice was softer now.
"Dettings got what he deserved, that's all I'm going to say about that.
Wait, I'll say I protect my friends and interests, but only right to the
edge of it becoming a problem with the law."
"Have you..." and I stopped.
"Have I what?"
"Nothing, never mind."
"I'm not going to lie to you, but I do reserve the right to withhold
some of the answers to any questions you might have so that it protects
you. The less you know about some things, the better off you are. That
make sense?" He sat on the edge of the bed and looked over his shoulder
at me, "Have I what?"
"Did you sleep with Krystal?"
He laughed a few chuckles and stood after he'd pulled his socks on,
"No." He picked up his pants and inserted one leg, then the other,
"It's just not something I've given much thought. Not to mention the
Tony connection kind of complicates things."
"I've been with Tony..." It was barely a whisper.
"I know, but you were never 'his' girl. I kind of like what we have,
you turn me inside out every time we're together."
I could see he was smiling while he buckled his belt. "Yeah..."
"Yeah? That's all I get? Geesh! You're a tough customer!" I could
feel my face blushing; thank goodness he couldn't see me. He walked
into the bathroom. "What else you want to know?"
"How about Lisa?" As soon as I had asked I wished I could pull that one
back.
"Long time ago. Good kid, lots of spunk, knows how to work what she's
got to get what she wants. You should follow her lead."
I wanted to chuckle and tell him I'd already heard that from her, "Is
she my coach or something?"
"Yeah, I guess you could call her that. I'd like to think of her as
your friend or big sister though."
"Hmmm..." was all I could think of to answer.
"She getting on your nerves or something?"
I wanted to say, 'Hell yeah!', but held back, "Some times..."
"Don't let it get to ya. She tells me you take everything in stride and
she's proud of ya. So am I. How do you feel?"
He walked into the room and to the closet to put on a pair of dress
shoes, "I have my moments. Lots of doubt and you know all kinds of
fears. I'm better today than I was two weeks ago."
When he had his shoes on he came to sit next to me on the bed. He
caressed my face and I wanted to hug him, but he reached for the pillow
and tossed it aside playfully. Slowly his hand made it's way up the
inside of the t-shirt I was wearing. He leaned toward my face and
within inches of my lips he spoke, "I would say these," he squeezed my
left breast tenderly, "are a major improvement over a few weeks ago."
He kissed me lightly and then pulled back to look into my eyes. I was
melting, melted, a blob of oozing burning want for this man. He stood
and walked to the door, turned smiling and said, "See ya later..."
All I could think to say was, 'Don't go...,' but my lips wouldn't
engage. I heard him talking in the living room, Krystal must be milling
around out there. I tried to listen in but their voices were to far
away and I think he was speaking Spanish? I considered getting up and
joining them, just to see if he was conversing with her, but passed when
I heard the front door closing. When I stopped to think about all I had
asked him, it turned out I barely got to ask him anything! I'm such a
dork! This wouldn't be the last time I tried to get answers out of you
Mr. Anderson...
November 30th, 7:20 PM
It took just over forty minutes to decide to put my face back on. Of
course when I had gotten up from the bed to fix myself up it was obvious
I was going to need a shower to pull myself back together, so I stripped
down and soaked up the warm water. I went through the motions of drying
my hair, but didn't put much emphasis on 'style'. Instead I went for
'feminine functional'. My hair had grown some since my last hair cut,
but it was nothing like what Krystal had to work with. It was almost
shoulder length, so a cute pony tail was out. I flipped it around and
called it good. I wasn't going out tonight so who cares.
Makeup - just a light foundation, little bit of mascara and eye shadow.
Pretty much a few notches above au' natural, but not much. I looked
around the room for something casual to wear and wished I had some of
those pajama bottoms Krystal had been wearing last night. That's it -
I'm going shopping tomorrow! Got a big tip, gotta go spend it! I
pulled open a few of the drawers Brad had his clothes in and found a
pair of sweats. They were going to dwarf me, but with his loose t-shirt
hanging off me like a dress it wasn't going to matter much. And who was
I going to impress anyway?
Of course the answer to that was the girl in my living room right now.
I cringed when I had pulled the draw string around the waist of the
sweats tight and let the t-shirt hang. F-ugly! Clothes, face, hair -
this look sucked. Then I caught site of the tiny mounds on my chest
trying to poke through. I couldn't help but smile. No bra, real
breast, that made looking as hideous as I did kind of worth it. A
devilish smile crept slowly at my lips and I turned for the door.
As I passed Krystal's room I glanced in, the door being open so I wasn't
snooping too much, and noticed that her suitcase was in the closet on
the floor. Guess that means she's unpacked. It didn't help my mood and
when I got to the corner by the living room saw that she was watching
the American Idol search show, it was just beginning. Nothing like
watching a train wreck. I wondered if she could sing or if there was
some fascination there for her with this show.
I went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, pulling a bottle of
water out. She was looking my way and I held it up as if to offer her
one, "You want one?"
"Yes, to Thank you," she said all smiles.
I grabbed another and headed for the couch, handing it to her before
taking my spot on the couch. She had not taken the prime viewing spot
on the couch, instead took her spot at the end of the couch like last
night. What did that say? I am the Alpha bitch that's what! I smiled
as I watched some loser croaking out a Nirvana song. I could do better
than that!
"He is not a good singer." Krystal's face was slightly contorted as he
blew the chorus to Smells like Teen Spirit.
"Yeah, I have no idea why people put themselves out there like that.
Maybe it's that fifteen minutes of fame thing or something?"
She looked at me puzzled, then asked, "I did not know they are famous
for this TV? I have never heard of this Gallen Doors." Gallen came out
as 'Gullen'. I smiled and tried to explain they weren't famous, but
that all people had about fifteen minutes of fame wrapped up in their
life times some place. She nodded, but I don't think she got it. OK,
next subject, "When did you get here?"
"In America I have been only one week now." She was smiling.
I think she probably felt good about her English - it needed a lot of
work. "Before coming here where were you living?"
"Brazil."
"Have you traveled much in South America?"
"Yes, many travels. I live in Brazil before America."
Yeah, I got that already. I was fishing for Columbia, curiosity getting
the better of me, then I remembered Brad had said she screwed up in
Brazil before Tony Bennito had sent her up here, "Why did you leave
Brazil?"
She looked like she was trying to think of the best way to explain
leaving Brazil, her face struggled, "When you are like we are in," more
struggling to lay her thoughts out, "How do you say...," She rattled
off a few words in Spanish, "I am with a man."
"Like together? A relationship?"
"Yes!" There was relief now in her voice, "Many of the thing can be of
difficult. I have with many men and one is a difficult, so I come to
America."
"Whoa, you had a problem with someone?" I think that what she was
trying to say.
"Yes, many problem with a man I was with. He was not of like my other
man and we fight," she moved her hands like a boxer to annunciate the
point.
"Did he hurt you like Dettings?"
"Yes, he would hit me not as much."
OK, did abuse just follow this chick around or did she bring it on
herself? No, it's a power thing. Someone didn't think they had the
power over her and she was trying to exert her control. Bet that's what
got her in trouble. So, what's all this, 'You gotta believe you're in
control and ya gotta work that to your advantage every second of every
day or you'll get fucked royal.' crap Lisa was laying on me? Sounds
like if you try and take control you get screwed. At least it was like
this for Krystal. Maybe a little of that happened to me last night?
Change the subject, but keep digging, "I would love to visit Panama. Go
through the canal."
She brightened a bit, "I have been in this country. It is beautiful.
The beaches sand of one is black like of this," she tugged on a black
leather bracelet she was wearing.
"Black?"
"Yes, it is of the volcano sand," she wasn't quite sure she was speaking
that thought correctly, but I nodded to show I got it. "You would like
this place much."
"I wouldn't mind being some place I could wear a bikini and get a tan
right now. Is Panama next to Peru?" and my limited geography study in
school was paying off, I knew what country was south of Panama.
"No, Peru," she rolled the 'r' with such ease, "is much far away.
Columbia is the country south of Panama."
"Have you been there?" Now we can get to the meat of this fishing
expedition!
"Yes, for some time I have live in Columbia. Barranquilla, a small city
of the coast. It is very beautiful there."
"Why did you leave?" Come on...
"It is of complication. Columbia is danger of the government. I was
live with a man who is difficult for the government and he has me to
live in Brazil."
She didn't seem too concerned to be talking about it, but I wanted to
know if something illegal was up with Tony Bennito and in turn did that
spill over to Brad. "Really? Was there a drug problem?"
"Yes, Columbia is of many drugs. Many problem is of drugs. The
government is not good for the drug peoples and the policia is not
good."
"Was your man into drugs?" This was it, answer the question...
"No, he is of the diamonds for," struggled look on her face, pretend she
is digging, "they shovel the dirt for the diamond."
"He's a diamond miner?"
"Yes! He is of the miners for his business. Many money for him, but
the government is," she searched for a word and didn't come up with one
in English, "limitar. You know it is of not so you can mine."
"You mean restrictive? Like limited?"
"Yes! My English is not as poor some of the times. Yes, they limit and
the land is of the government. If the diamond is of the land for the
government they must take the diamond."
"So the guy has trouble with the government because the land he is
mining is theirs and they expect a cut of the profits?"
"Yes, they are for the money of the diamonds but they do not work for
the money. Many of the government is taking of money, they are like the
bandidos. You know, they steal from the business."
"Is this all he is in trouble for, mining on government land?"
"Yes, he has problems with the workers. Much corrupción."
Another Spanish word, but I got the message. So Tony Bennito might very
well be a model Columbian citizen. His only issues were with the
government and his work force? So why the herd of bodyguards? OK, so
maybe the diamond thing was the reason. But anyone from Columbia not in
the drug business had to have something else going on to warrant that
kind of protection. Did she know? Interesting, makes me feel a little
better about Brad's involvement with Tony. Maybe there wasn't anything-
illegal going on, just big business in a cutthroat industry in a third
world country?
I was about to see if I could pry any information out of her about Tony,
but we both sort of stared at each other wondering what that music was
that began playing off in the distance. It took about two more seconds
for me to realize it was my cell phone. Who the heck was calling...
November 30th, 8:02 PM
I got to the bedroom long after the 'Funky Town' ringer on my cell phone
stopped, so I knew the call had gone to my voice mail. Had it been Brad
or Lisa calling, they would have called the house phone. It probably
was James and for a moment I got a little excited. Was he back in town
already? I flipped the clamshell lid of the phone open.
'Missed call:' and the number I had grown up with most of the later part
of my childhood years was listed next to that message. Shit! I stared
at the phone a few seconds longer and it beeped three times as I held it
- startling me. A message had been left and the indicator light began
to flash, as if I needed a reminder. No! No!
I scrolled through the menu and dialed voice mail. This wasn't going to
be good. It was probably my dad and he had no doubt calculated down to
the minute how long a flight from Las Vegas would take to get to
Atlantic City, non-stop of course. I was prepared for a major explosion
like only my dad could deliver....
"Oh, I ah, I'm sorry, I was expecting to get my son at this number. If
you know him, Michael Moore, would you please have him call me back at
this number..."
My knees felt week and standing alone in the dim light of the bedroom I
wondered if I could have made any bigger mistakes today. First, calling
home on the condo's phone and not remembering that caller ID was pretty
much a basic option on every phone in the land. Next, giving out my
cell number to my mom. That really wasn't the problem though; it was
the woman's voice on the phone when you got the 'Leave a message' que -
that was the problem. "Hey, you've reached Rachel Moore. Leave a
message and a number I can call you back at. Thanks..." Could I get
any more stupid today?
I was dead meat. My head was throbbing now, I felt short of breath all
of a sudden, and I just wanted to disappear from all of this. I tried
to wish this problem away, no luck. God certainly wasn't going to
change it up for me, if anything all I've done since I was a teenager
was just more grease on the drain I'd be taking to hell. I closed the
phone up without any formalities and tossed it on the bed. Sitting on
the corner of the bed I shook my head as the cell phones 'Funky Town'
midi ringer began to chime.
I considered getting up and taking a look, but decided to let it ring
itself out. Probably my mom now calling so she could hear the voice
message. When she finally gets me on the phone again I'm going to have
some explaining to do. How do I explain the woman’s voice on the
message? Co-worker screwing around with my phone? Girl friend? NO!
Not that one. That would mean I'd have to produce her and seeing how I
never did much in the way of dating during my youth - they would
certainly be anxious to get a look at some girl taking our last name
onto her first name. No, that just wasn't going to work.
The phone stopped ringing and I stared at it, waiting for the beeps and
message indicator light. After a few minutes when neither came I went
over an picked it up. 'Missed call:' and again my parent’s number. I
knew it, my dad gets my voice mail and says, "Jean, there's a girl on
Michaels cell phone message and she's using our last name!"
Oh shit! My mom is going to grill me from start to finish and won't let
up until I'm completely broken. First question she'll ask, "Michael,
who's this Rachel Moore woman?" Then she'll brow beat me about how if I
ran off and got married... I was dead. Wasn't I already screwed enough
that death would be a relief?
I tried wishing that I could wake up from this nightmare... It didn't
work.
December 1st, 2:30 AM
The light from the bathroom made me roll over and as soon as I did that
my mind began to process the events of the day again. I glanced over at
the clock, 2:30 AM. Augh! I had shut down for approximately 18
minutes. After the phone call from my dad and then the likely one from
my mom to listen to the 'woman on Michael's cell phone' I'd zoned out on
the ceiling, napped a few minutes, worried for an hour, slept, tossed,
turned, and pretty much did nothing but make myself feel miserable. Now
there was a possibility of another distraction.
The shower came on and I saw Brad's naked form pass by the crack of the
door. For just a second I had considered joining him, but decided that
might be looked at as me throwing myself at him. Course the problem
with that was ?? Yeah, I couldn't think of one. Hmm... I'd already
showered, removed my makeup, moisturized, shaved, and while a shower
encounter sounded good I'm sure the sight of me would be a big turn off.
Tempting... Then I wondered if I could tempt him outside the shower,
say - in the dark? Right here in bed? I sat up, my mind consumed with
a new purpose beside guilt and worry that my parents were going to kill
me. What can I do to some of that gorgeous man?
I had it! I kicked my legs out from under the sheets and rushed to the
chest of drawers I had my lingerie in. Digging around in the dark I
found a little sheer teddy. I held it up toward the light from the
bathroom. The bottom of the teddy itself barely made it below my
crotch and I quickly ditched Brad's old t-shirt for the soft silky
feeling lingerie. I turned back to the open drawer digging for the
matching panties. They were almost invisible they were so sheer. Lace
front panel and they rode so low on my hips you could see the crack of
my ass above the waistband. I held up what I thought were the ones that
went with the teddy, nope! Another pair, again not the ones I was
looking for. Another pair, missed again. I grabbed a hand full of
lingerie and in the sliver of light given off by the bathroom tried to
find the one pair that would match. I ended up dropping the whole pile
when nothing seemed to match. I turned and froze as the shower was
turned off. Shit! I looked back in the drawer and moved bra's around,
the hose, and under a slip I found what I was looking for, the match.
Bending over quickly I grabbed the pile of panties on the floor and
tossed them in the drawer, closing it quickly as I took the pair I was
searching for and slipped them over my soft silky and very smooth legs.
When I had them on the door to the shower opened and I saw Brad again
pass in front of the crack in the door.
"Shit!"
I rushed to the bed and quickly pulled the sheets back, jumping into the
bed like some teenager girl all hot to impress her boyfriend. I smiled
to myself. Duh! That's what I was trying to do! I shuffled the covers
around and pulled the teddy down around, it was tight around my chest
and while the cups were loose around my tiny budding breasts it wasn't
as bad as I probably could have made it seem if I was putting more time
and effort into this seduction. I froze when I heard a noise coming
from the bathroom and turned away from the door. The door opened
briefly then went back to being just a crack. Augh!
I looked back toward the door and at the amount of space on Brad's side
of the bed. In the king sized bed there was enough room for him to
climb right in and not even notice me. That wasn't going to cut it. I
shifted over to the middle and pulled the covers up and around my neck.
No, I kicked a leg out on his side of the bed. Yeah, let's see you get
in bed without touching me now.
The toilet flushed and the door opened a moment afterwards. I had my
eyes shut and was struggling to not smile. I lazily turned my head away
from the light as if I were sleeping. The bathroom door went back to
being a small crack and I heard him milling about the room.
I wanted to peek, but figured that would be a mistake. Just lay here,
draw your prey to you. I moved my exposed leg slightly. He stopped
moving for a moment and I could feel my body tingle with anticipation.
He slid a drawer shut and there was silence. The next sound I heard was
him setting his watch on the night stand next to the bed. I wanted to
jump up and pull him into bed, but held back.
A finger caressed the outside of my calf, down toward my ankle and I
twitched as its path traced the tips of my toes. I had goose bumps on
top of goose bumps! "You awake?" a soft voice asked.
I didn't answer, didn't move. The finger at my toes became a hand and
it moved back up my calf, only this time on the inside. Was he trying
to get me to move? I stayed perfectly still.
"Very nice..." the voice said softly. This time instead of stopping it
kept going, inside of my knee, lower thigh... My shifted a fraction of
an inch to pull my leg from his touch. "Did I wake you when I came in?"
I opened my eyes and turned to look at him in the dimly lit room, a
smile on my face. "How did you know I was awake?"
"Your breathing..." his hand pushed further up my leg and I pulled away
playfully.
He was naked and the beginning of an erection was evident. I was
already past being excited and could feel my little boy’s clit straining
against the lace of my panties.
"You brat! Why didn't you just jump in bed then?"
"I wanted to play with you a little first."
I pulled the covers back slowly and slid seductively toward where he was
standing at the side of the bed to a position sitting just in front of
him. I looked up at him and smiled, "How was your night?"
He frowned for a second. "It was pretty crappy, but I think it's just
gotten a whole lot better."
I felt his hand touch my cheek and I reached for his hips, rubbing my
hands down his legs, "I'm sorry to hear that you had a rotten night. My
night sucked too, maybe we can make it better for each other," and
without even thinking I moved my lips in to kiss his now fully engorged
cock. His hands reached for my shoulders as if to steady himself and I
was rewarded with a near silent sigh.
His hips moved toward my face and I let him push into my wanting, warm
and inviting mouth. When he was as far as I could take him I pulled
back slowly, lips clamped gently on his throbbing shaft. He stood as
still as he could, but I could feel his legs straining as I circled the
twitching helmet of his cock.
"Fuck..." he croaked deeply.
I have you! I own you right now Mr. Anderson. "Do you like that?" I
asked as my tongue flicked the tip of his cock. It bounced playfully in
front of my lips and bumped my nose. I moved a hand slowly toward its
base and took a firm grip on his manhood.
When he didn't answer I dug my nails into his ass cheek with my other
hand while pulling his cock up slightly, "I said, do you like that..."
"Yes," he said softly.
I relaxed my grip on his ass and let that hand trace a playful path
toward his balls, cupping them at first, then wrapping the base of them
in my fingers. I moved my face toward his cock again and circled the
tip, tracing an outline of the helmeted tip before licking toward his
balls, "You taste good..." and I enunciated that comment with a moan as
my lips slurped at his balls.
He moved backwards a tiny step as if off balance and his hand held my
shoulders tighter to steady himself. I began to stroke his shaft while
licking and sucking his balls. I was making a mess; slippery saliva
covered nearly every inch of his ball sack. They were so warm and soft,
loose and vulnerable. After a few long and quick strokes of his shaft I
would prolong the movement of my hand as I sucked an entire testee into
my mouth, then let it pop from my lips on a quicker down stroke. I
heard Brad's teeth click twice during this playful moment above the
slurping I was making.
"You little teas..."
Before he could finish I drove my lips over his cock and down the shaft
to where I had my death grip on it. I could feel his heart beating
quickly through his cock, feel the bulging vein on the side of his cock,
and felt Brad shudder as I bounced the back of my throat against the tip
of his cock. He groaned and dug his fingers into my hair, trying to
slow my assault on his aching member.
He tried half heartedly to pull my face away from him, but my lips were
pursed on his shaft so hard he gave up halfway toward the head. When
his resistance subsided I loosed my lips and tried to bob my head on the
cock, but he wouldn't let me. I playfully bite down on him, "Hey now,
careful." Spit dribbled down my cheek and I knew the sensations he was
feeling had to rival any wet pussy he'd ever been inside of.
I smiled with his cock still a good bit in my mouth and tried to look up
at him. In the shadows of the room it was difficult to see his face,
but I could see he was smiling. He stroked my cheek, "Much more of that
and I'm going to explode in your mouth. You want that?"
"Mmmhummm..." I moaned with my teeth tenderly holding his cock in my
mouth.
"Really? Will you swallow me whole?"
I slide my mouth to the tip of his cock and kissed it, tasting again the
pre-cum I had been working so hard to extract, "You are the only man I
would love to swallo..." What the hell was I saying? Was I drunk on
sexual energy? Being with Brad like this, I... Have I lost my mind
and... Did I really just say that out loud? I tried to put my lips
around his swollen head, but I felt self-conscience all of a sudden and
my grip on his balls loosened. His cock twitched and I felt it rub
against my lips as it did. Fuck I've ruined this by being too clingy?
But he's got to know I want him, right? Crap!
Brad's hand took mine and I released my grip on his balls and then from
the base of his shaft. I couldn't look at him and I just wanted to melt
into the bedding. "I need something more," he said softly.
Oh GREAT! There it was, he wants a real woman. Boobs, pussy... Fuck!
I felt my skin begin to tingle and a slight ringing in my ears. No!
This isn't happening. I wanted to scream at him that I could be his, be
his girl. Shit! Who was I kidding? And I felt my body falling back.
Wait, he's pushing me back...
"Just relax..."
What? I felt his hand on my hips as he pushed my body gently, as if I
was floating, toward the middle of the bed. What is he... and before I
could comprehend what Brad was doing he had his body on top of mine, my
legs spread so he could mount me. "What... I, ah..."
"Shhh... I want you, just relax," and in the murky dark of the room I
could see his face coming toward mine. Our lips met and we kissed, slow
and eager, turning too passionate and demanding.
Oh GOD! I tried to breath calmly, but could hear the breath rushing
from my nostrils. His tongue probed and pushed mine, his lips soft
against mine. I tried to kiss him back and just fell into following his
lead, savoring the sensations. His hips pushed into mine and I felt a
tingling between my legs. He had one of his hands on my budding breasts
and was squeezing one of them. Oh shit! I'm going to cum! I tried to
move from his grip, but it was futile.
I couldn't help but to moan and that caused him to break the kiss,
pulling away to stare down into my face. I couldn't read him in the
dark like this, not that I could any other time either, but I wanted so
desperately to know what he was thinking. He smiled and kissed my lips,
then cheek, and moved toward my neck. I wanted to thrust my little
boy's clit against his hips but was worried I would scare him off. It
ached and every so often I could feel his shaft grind into my clit.
The world stopped and I froze completely as I had lost track of what
Brad was doing. His tongue was now circling one of my puffy nipples.
It was all I had, but it was making me want to scream out every untold
pleasure I had ever dreamed. Yes, the tiny flat mounds of nothing had
his lips on them and I shudder uncontrollably. It was like a blinding
electric shock had jolted me.
"Ahh..." I moaned louder than I intended as I gyrated slowly under him,
trying to rise to meet him...
He moved his face lower toward my abs and again my heart stopped. He
rose to his knees and looked down at me for a brief moment, then hooked
the waistband of my panties. As he pulled I shimmied my hips and he had
them down my smooth silky legs within seconds. He pulled my legs
forward by cupping his hands behind my knees, lifting my ass ever so
slightly off the bed. I almost came right then and there as my little
boys clit rubbed into my stomach and the silky teddy I was wearing...
I watched him as if he moved in slow motion and lowered his head toward
my clit, time stood still. He only brushed his face against it on his
way to his real desire, the tight rose bud between my ass cheeks. My
mind was too paralyzed to worry about his disinterest in my clit and
when his tongue probed the outer rim of my boys' pussy my left leg tried
to kick out, but he held me fast. Slowly he traced the rim with his
tongue and I could feel his tongue pressing down on my boys' pussy over
and over again. I moaned louder now...
"Shhhh... You don't want to wake Krystal up," he said in a muffled
voice.
I felt like I couldn't breath, he was holding my legs so tight my feet
were going numb. My mind was spinning, I couldn't breathe... Take me
damn you! I want you inside of me. I reached for his head, but could
only run my fingers through his hair, "Bra..." I tried to speak.
"Mmmhuh?"
"I..."
"I know," and in one swift move he was again on his knees, but now his
cock was poking near my tight, now well lubed with his spit, rose bud.
He moved forward and slid the tip of his cock past my... I shuddered
and reached for one of his hands, " Ahhh..." He moved forward again and
the tip of his cock was now where it was supposed to be and as I tried
to relax as he pushed his cocks head into me, slowly.
"Ah... a..." a moan of pleasure escaped my lips. My eyes rolled back as
he pulled his cock out, then slid it back in, but only the tip! I
wanted all of him inside of me. I wanted him. I wanted to be his...
"God you are so fucking hot..."
I heard him saying something, but could only shake my head from side to
side as he pushed into my wanting boys pussy. I rolled my hips as best
I could to relieve the pressure of him entering me. He pulled back, and
then moved deeper. It was as if he were testing me. I can take you!
I...
There was pain at my chest and my eyes jumped open, I could se Brad was
rolling my nipple between two fingers. I tried to comprehend, to
process the sensation, but gasped a small shriek as he thrust into my
pussy. Out he came quickly, in harder. He leaned forward, pushing my
ass further up and off the bed. I could feel his weight bearing down on
me. Breathe... Fuc... I can't breathe...
Brad rolled his hips into me hard and my head bobbed back into the
gathered bedding. Breathe... Out, deeper, pain, "Bra..."
No reply, only a pleasurable pain deep inside of me. I felt my clit
bouncing against my stomach as he thrust into me, in... Slowly out.
Deep, holding himself completely inside of me, then almost completely
out. Fuck! Fuck me! I reached for his hips and tried to pull him
inside of me deeper. Rolling my hips to match his, at first out of
sync, then matching his rhythm.
He was thrusting quicker, faster... Breathe... Gasping for air.
Moaning... Was that me? Breathe... Fuck! Slapping hips, in, out. A
final thrust and every muscle in our bodies convulsed uncontrollably.
"Oh!! Ah!!" Thrusting... Fuck! Huffing breaths, animalistic groans
of pleasure and the sensation of Brads cock throbbing inside of my
little boys' pussy. His seed filled and lubricated deep inside of me
and tried to wiggle and grind out every drop. I tried to hold every
pulse and throb of his cock inside of me. I, tried to roll my hips
against the weight of his body, but couldn't... He was spent and
smoothing my body beneath him.
"OK... Wait, now," his voice straining as his once throbbing cock now
seemed to be relaxing, inside of me. "Just a second," his voice near
pleading.
I couldn't have gotten any higher in that split second or felt more
luxurious with the way our love making session had gone. I know I felt
him release inside of me and in my mind I could feel his cum spreading
its warmth deep in my pussy. I had let go and melted into a buzzing and
near babbling shell of myself. I was complete...
Brad began to pull out but I wrapped my legs around him, "No..." I
whispered.
"My back is cramping up... I gotta..."
I thought about not letting him pull out, but gave in. I wanted him to
stay inside of me until I could feel through the fog my body was
surrounded in. As he began to pull himself from inside of me I felt it,
the condom dragging behind his now shrinking cock. What? When did he
put that on? "When did you put that..."
"I've had it in my hand since coming to bed."
"How did you know I was awake?" I asked with mild poutiness in my
voice.
He chuckled, "There was a pair of panties on my shoes by the dresser. I
just guessed you were awake and maybe wanted to fool around. Guess I
was right."
As he moved toward the edge of the be I felt a wetness roll down my
side. My hand moved slowly to check and it was a sticky wet. Guess we
both 'fooled' around and got what we wanted. I smiled at his back
watching him walk toward the bathroom. I'll cross any line for that ass
I thought...