Heat Waves

by Carrie Anne Ward

  “See you tomorrow,” Jack whispered, gazing into Diane's eyes. “I'm counting the minutes.”

  Diane smiled. Could it be love, she sighed?

  They both went their separate ways.

  There was an uncomfortable silence when Tara got into Diane's car.

  “Thanks for inviting me,” Diane said.

  “I'll have you know,” Tara said, “that Jack’s and Wendy's families want them to be together.”

  “Jack isn't interested in her,” Diane said. “He's interested in me.

  “I knew it was a mistake inviting you,” Tara said. “I can't believe you humiliated me like that. I just hope Wendy will speak to me again. Although, I wouldn't blame her if she didn't. You ruined everything.”

  “Where is she?” Diane asked.

  “She left with someone else,” Tara replied. “When I saw her, she wouldn't even speak to me.”

  Not another word was spoken during the rest of the drive home. Diane pulled up in front of Tara's house. Tara got out, grabbed her stuff, and slammed the car door without saying goodbye. Diane waited until Tara got safely into the house, and then drove off. Tears ran down her face as she drove away. There were mixed feelings of disappointment and excitement. She shifted her thought toward Jack, and looked forward to spending another day with him, in spite of the negative feelings Tara had created.

  The next morning Diane drove to Jack's parent’s home. She was surprised to see the size of their land. After she buzzed in at the front gate, it took her at least fifteen minutes to drive to the house. The landscaping was extraordinary. Every bush was meticulously shaped into some type of abstract design. It was obvious that they were a wealthy, cultured family of privilege.

  When Diane pulled up in front of the house, a valet ran up, opened the car door, took her car keys, and drove off. She was somewhat dumbfounded, because she had never expected that Jack's family was that well off. The house was a mansion. It had many white pillars that accentuated its elaborate beauty. She was breathless. There was a sound at the front door and the door opened.

  Jack stood in the doorway. Diane thought he looked even more handsome than she remembered. He was dressed somewhat formal, in slacks and a button up shirt. His body looked particularly fit in his current state of dress. He walked outside to greet her and he had a big smile on his face. Diane was relieved that he had come out to greet her, because she had felt somewhat like a fish out of water. She just stood there looking darling in her white skirt, thin pink blouse, and her hair all dolled up in bows and clips.

  “It's great to see you,” Jack said. “Come on in.”

  He held out his hand for her. She joined him and they went inside.

  Once inside, Diane was in awe of the interior. There was a beautiful double staircase with marble inlays that looked like it was right out of a movie. The ceilings were high, and covered with crystal chandeliers. They definitely were living a posh lifestyle.

  An elegant older woman approached and winked at Diane. She pecked Jack on the cheek. Her clothing was something right out of the best dressed list photos. She wore an elegant white summer gown.

  “I'd like to introduce you to my mother, Gale,” Jack said.

  “Delighted to make your acquaintance,” Diane said, as she curtsied with an unsure nervous energy.

  “She is lovely, Jack,” Gale said. “Just as you said.”

  Diane blushed. Gale took Diane's hand and walked her into the main room. Several family members were sitting on sofas.

  “I'd like you all to meet Diane,” Gale said. “She's Jack's friend.”

  Everyone accepted her with open arms as they greeted her. Diane was pleasantly surprised to see Agnes, the girl she met on the beach the day before. Agnes' face lit up when she saw Diane.

  “Hi, Diane,” Agnes said. “It's great to see you again.”

  “You two know each other?” Gale asked.

  “I made friends with Diane yesterday at the beach,” Agnes said. “I really enjoyed my time talking with her. She's great.”

  “Well, if you think she's great, Agnes,” Gale said, “that says a lot to me.”

  Apparently, Agnes was Gale's favourite niece. She had come to stay with them for the weekend.

  There was a sound at the entrance of the house. Gale walked out to get the front door. Moments later, Gale walked back in with Wendy and Tara. Both girls shot Diane looks of daggers.

  Agnes looked over at Tara, immediately got up, walked up to Gale, and whispered into her ear. Diane figured Agnes had mentioned Tara's inappropriate demeanor at the beach. Gale frowned as she peered over in Tara's direction. Tara's stare of daggers changed to a look of concern when she saw Agnes discussing something with Gale. What goes around, comes around.

  “Wendy,” Gale said. “Who is your friend?”

  “Tara,” Wendy replied. “She one of my best friends.”

  Gale winced.

  “I'd like to talk with her for a moment,” Gale said, as she motioned for Tara to come with her.

  Gale and Tara walked out the front door. Moments later Gale returned without Tara. Gale had a smirk on her face. Wendy looked as if she wanted to ask what had happened to Tara, but didn't dare.

  Gale stood in the center of the room and got the attention of everyone. She motioned toward an unusual piece of art that was in the center of the room. They all gathered around as Gale explained the importance of their family heirloom. It was a memento that had been passed on from generation to generation. She mentioned that everyone should be careful around it, because it was extremely fragile and expensive. It was priceless, actually. Everyone discussed the keepsake and reminisced about the past.

  Gale announced that brunch had been prepared, and that everyone would be going out on the terrace soon. Everyone left the room except for Wendy and Diane. They were sitting on sofas across from each other that were positioned between the family heirloom. After everyone left, the room was completely silent. Wendy stared a hole through Diane. Diane just sat patiently, hoping everyone else would return soon, so that they could have brunch. Just as Wendy got up and stood next to the family heirloom, unbeknownst to her, Gale had walked back into the room. She was standing behind Wendy. Diane tried to let Wendy know that Jack's mother was behind her, but Wendy ignored her motions.

  “Listen here, you little bitch,” Wendy said. “You just wait. I'm going to tell them that you broke their dearest family heirloom.”

  “No!” Diane said. “Please don't do it. It's important to them.”

  Wendy pushed it over and it smashed to the ground. Jack's mother's face flushed pale, and then turned red with anger.

  “I'm going to tell them that you broke it,” Wendy said, in a threatening tone.

  “I'll tell them the truth,” Diane said.

  “They'll never believe you,” Wendy said. “I've got them totally duped.”

  Jack walked up next to Diane and looked over Wendy's shoulder to his mother.

  “Mom, I'd like to show Diane the garden,” Jack said.

  “Yes, dear,” Gale said. “Make sure you show her the tulips. They are lovely.”

  Wendy winced the moment she heard Gale's voice over her shoulder. It seemed, by the look on her face, that she realized that Jack's mother had been standing behind her all along.

  “I'd like to have a word with you, Wendy,” Gale said.

  Jack and Diane walked out of the house. The sound of Wendy being reprimanded could be heard from the distance. They made their way over to the garden hand in hand.

  “Do you like tulips?” Jack asked.

  “I love yours,” Diane said, as she leaned in and kissed him.

  They walked behind a bush as they became heated, and embraced each other. Jack put his hand under her skirt, pulled her panties to the side, and fondled her pussy lips. Then he knelt down before her, put his head under her skirt, and licked gently between her legs. His mouth sucked on her thigh and tickled her fancy. She held the back of his head and maneuvered his face into th
e area that made her toes curl.

  The back door of the house slammed. Diane peeked out from behind the bush and saw that Wendy had stormed outside. Wendy frowned as she stared straight into Diane's eyes.

  “Where's Jack?” Wendy asked. “You little bitch!”

  Diane motioned downward. Wendy walked up closer. Once the bush was no longer obscuring Wendy's view, she grimaced at the sight.

  Diane massaged her fingers across her clit as she felt on Jack's mouth, while looking into Wendy's eyes.

  “Jack's showing me his tulips,” Diane whispered, “and these two lips are lovely.”

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  Paige Matthews

  “This has been the shift from hell!” Anne said as she threw herself into a chair next to Gillian.

  “Tell me about it. What was up with that code? It was the worst one I’ve seen in a while,” Gillian responded, turning her attention away from the computer she was currently charting notes in.

  “Yeah, I don’t know, but the team didn’t seem happy.” Anne turned away from Gillian and began inputting her own shift notes, when her cell phone chirped. Reaching into the pocket of her navy blue scrubs, she pulled out the device. There was a text from Mace.

  Mr. M: Are you free next weekend? Saturday night specifically? Monthly event - I want you there.

  A shiver ran down Anne’s spine. Of course she was free; she’d requested every event weekend off, as had Gillian. They had attended a couple of events since Valentine’s Day, and were on the way to being full members of the monthly, secretive sex club.

  Anne: Of course. I’m surprised that you want me there?

  Mr. M: This month is special. I will send you an outfit to wear, and directions to the location. Make sure your friend grabs an invite as well.

  Anne: I’m intrigued. I will tell her.

  Mr. M: Until we talk again…

  Anne jostled the phone in her hand as she stared at the screen. The last event that Mace had played at was the Mardi Gras event. April’s event had Anne sitting in the corner, observing; it was different without Mace, but she knew that his time with her was not a monogamous thing. Even though part of her wanted it to be.

  “Why the sour puss?” Gillian said, closing out of the charting program.

  “I was just thinking about something,” Anne replied, placing her phone on the desk.

  “And that would be what?”

  “Next weekend’s event. Mr. M. said it’s supposed to be special.”

  “Interesting,” Gillian replied. “Okay. I am going to give Shelby the report. Meet you here in ten?”

  “Sounds good. I’m almost done with notes.”

  Anne finished charting, and made her way to the locker room to grab her stuff. She was looking forward to a relaxing night at home. The divorce had been the right thing to do. The animosity between her and her ex was unhealthy for anyone. He, however, had already moved on to the next dumbass blonde, ten years his junior. A twenty-five year old, with the fakest set of tits imaginable. And where did that leave Anne? Alone, pining for a millionaire she only saw under the veil of secrecy.

  Anne often wondered why he`d signed the note with his real name, especially given the circumstances revolving around the club and his own fame. She thought to ask him, but was afraid to even text him unless he texted first. The times she did see him, they were usually occupied by other things.

  “You ready?” Gillian’s voice broke Anne from her day dream.

  “Yeah, let’s go.”

  ***

  Anne found herself sitting in a tub a couple of hours later; after coming home and ordering take out. Anne had poured a glass of wine, lit a few candles around the Jacuzzi tub, and slid her tired body into the warm, bubble-filled liquid. The heat of the water started to soak into her sore muscles, as she closed her eyes to relax. Having her phone on the side next to her, she heard the familiar tone go off. Mace.

  Mr. M: What are you doing?

  This was odd. Mace never contacted her usually unless it was about an event.

  Anne: Soaking naked in my tub, why?

  Mr. M: Naked, huh? Sounds tempting…

  Anne: Tempting? I’m naked in a tub, but you are not here.

  A moment later instead of a text, the phone rang, Mace’s name populating the caller ID.

  “Hello?” Anne answered.

  “My dearest Anne, don’t tempt me to spank that round ass of yours when we meet next weekend.” Mace’s voice was deep, rough, and downright sexy. Despite being surrounded by water, Anne felt her excitement pooling in her legs. A single word from his lips could just about make any woman come.

  “Maybe I want you to spank me.” Anne was teasing him, hoping to entice him into some playing. Maybe.

  “All you have to do is ask, Anne. You know that.” The voice hit her core again…

  “I don’t know that. Where are you now? Maybe you could come and personally spank me before next weekend.” Anne shocked herself at her boldness. Immediately regretting the words as they left her mouth.

  Anne heard a groan escape Mace’s mouth. “As much as I would enjoy that, I am currently preoccupied.”

  A wave of jealousy washed over Anne. “Another lucky lady?”

  “No, Anne. A dinner with highly influential businessmen. No women…” He let his voice trail off.

  “Then I shall let you get back to that.”

  “Touch yourself.” Mace’s command was stern and took a moment to register with Anne.

  “Excuse me?”

  “What part of touch yourself did you not understand?” Mace replied. “I am currently in the bathroom, away from an important meeting, my dick rock hard at the thought of your naked body. Now touch yourself. I want to hear you come before I go back for dessert.”

  WOW! Anne felt her nipples harden under the water, which suddenly felt cool against the heat radiating from her body. Anne moved her fingers to her pussy, slipping them on either side of her clit.

  “Are you touching yourself?” Mace growled into the phone.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good, run your fingers up and down over your clit. That’s it. Keep going, Anne. I am imagining those fingers dancing through that pink pussy of yours.”

  Anne moaned.

  “Now insert them into yourself. That’s it, Anne, fuck yourself with your fingers. Pretend I am fucking you with mine right now.”

  Anne’s breath quickened as she started to pant into the phone. She could hear Mace’s own moans as she pumped her fingers into her own pussy.

  “Come on, Anne. Let me hear you com
e. I know you are close. I need to hear you cry my name as I bust my load.”

  Mace was touching himself? Anne sped up her thrusts, circling her thumb on her own clit. She felt her body tighten, and the familiar sensations of ecstasy wash over her body. Her mouth open, Mace’s name screaming into the phone. As Anne’s orgasm calmed down, she could hear Mace grunt as he came.

  “You’re amazing, Anne. Simply amazing. Enjoy your night. I know I already have.” And without a further word, the phone went dead.

  Anne placed her phone on the floor and closed her eyes again, unable to wrap her head around what had just happened. Mace never called. Mace barely texted. The three times they’d had sex was only at events, and he`d left her high and dry at the last one. She needed to regain her composure - he was too easy of a person to fall for.

  ***

  “Did he mention anything else?” Gillian asked as they made rounds.

  “No, he didn’t. It was the strangest of phone conversations, and yet that was all there was. I got off as he touched himself, and now I haven’t heard from him in a week.” Anne grabbed a computer and wheeled it to the med room, verifying the patient’s medications as she withdrew them from the automated computer.

  Gillian came up behind her. “Well, what do you think this weekend’s event might be like?”

  “I really don’t know, Gil. He didn’t say anything, and you know that he really doesn’t say much generally.” Anne turned and handed her a syringe. “Here, while you are standing there, be my double and sign off on the morphine.”

  “Yes, captain.” Gillian took the syringe and verified the dosage, adding her credentials into the computer.

  “Hell, I still haven’t received the outfit he promised.”

  “You’re the only one who gets outfits delivered.” Gillian stuck her tongue out and moved out of the way, pulling her own computer behind her. Gillian had attended the events with Anne, and had also become attached to a certain partner that she was paired up with during the Valentine’s Day event. The two other events that they had attended together, the mysterious man requested Gillian on both accounts.