Naughty

by Velvet

  Nigel signed the check and tossed the pen on the table. “Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard it before. Come on, let’s go. I’m not hungry anymore.”

  Kennedy followed him to the door. Once they were outside, Nigel gave her a quick peck on the cheek. “I need to go back to the office. I just remembered something else I forgot.” Even though he was pissed, he hailed a taxi for her and opened the door for her to get in, like a true gentleman. “I’ll take the next one. Good-bye, Kennedy,” he said sternly, and shut the door.

  She looked back as the cab pulled off, and Nigel was getting in another taxi. She watched until his cab turned the corner and was out of sight. I hope this isn’t good-bye for good, she thought, and rested her head on the back of the seat, suddenly regretting her decision.

  27

  JACOB SHOULD have been exhausted from taking the red-eye across the pond, but he was running on sheer adrenaline. The excitement of his impending meeting had him wired like a kid waiting on his birthday. And he couldn’t wait to unwrap his present. Sitting impatiently in the backseat of a taxi as the driver cruised casually through the London streets on the way to the hotel, Jacob wanted to yell out for him to speed up, or better yet move over and let him drive. The driver was taking his sweet time, putting along well below the speed limit. Ordinarily this wouldn’t have bothered Jacob, but the clock was ticking and he planned to make the most of his time. Finally, after about forty minutes, they were easing up to the Ritz. Jacob paid the fare, told the driver to keep the change, and quickly got out. Thankfully, registration was swift, and within minutes, he was upstairs in his standard room. Picking up the phone next to the bed, Jacob punched in Mira’s number. After four rings, she answered. “Hello,” she said in a groggy voice.

  “Mira. Jacob. Listen, I need that number,” he blurted into the phone without preamble.

  “What number? What are you talking about? What time is it anyway?” she asked, totally clueless.

  “You know, the number to that escort service you told me about,” he said, answering one question, ignoring the other two.

  “Escort service? What escort service?” she asked, obviously still half-asleep. With the time difference, the sun had yet to rise in the States.

  “The one with the stable full of thoroughbreds.”

  “You mean the one in London,” she answered, finally catching on.

  “Yep, that’s the one.” He smiled.

  “I’ll give it to you the next time we’re there for a meeting. Right now, I’m going to get in a few more winks before the alarm clock rings,” she said, ready to disconnect the line.

  “Wait, Mira, don’t hang up!” he shouted desperately. “I’m in London now and I need that number. I called you before I left, but you didn’t return my call.”

  “I saw your call, but didn’t check the message. What are you doing in London? We’re not scheduled to meet with the board again until next quarter.”

  “Let’s just say I’m here to jockey a thoroughbred.”

  She began to laugh, finally catching on. “Oh, I get it now. Well, since you introduced me to your sister, I guess I can share my little secret. Just so you know, this information is normally under lock and key.”

  What started off as a calamity—catching Mira in the act—had actually turned into a good thing, taking their business relationship to a personal one. They were now confidantes, safe-keepers of secrets. Jacob knew his escapades would be protected with Mira, as she knew hers would be with him. They both had too much to lose to be carelessly indiscreet.

  “By the way, your sister is cute, but your wife is an absolute knockout. Why do you need an escort service when you have a thoroughbred of your own? Aren’t you getting any at home?” she asked curiously.

  If she only knew that their love life was about as exciting as watching a one-legged stripper navigating the pole.

  When he didn’t answer right away, she said, “Sorry, didn’t mean to pry. Anyway, the number is 881-6969. You know the country code. You have to tell them that I referred you, because they’re extremely private and operate on a referral basis only.”

  Jacob desperately scribbled the digits on the writing pad sitting atop the nightstand, hung up, and dialed.

  “Let Us Entertain You, Elaine speaking. How may I direct your call?” asked an extremely intelligent-sounding woman.

  Though Jacob had never called an escort service or 900 number for that matter, he expected to hear a panting, come-hither voice on the other end of the line. But this woman spoke as if she were answering the switchboard of a Fortune 500 company instead of a hire-by-the-hour escort service. “Mira Rhone referred me,” he said, getting right to the point.

  “Oh, yes, Ms. Rhone.” At the mention of Mira’s name, her voice became softer, and more feminine. “How can I help you this evening?”

  “Uh, I’d like to . . .” The words suddenly stuck in his throat. He had fucked around before with random women he had met at bars when he was away on business trips, but never with an escort.

  “To have a companion for the evening,” she said knowingly, completing his sentence.

  “Yes, I’d like a companion for the evening,” Jacob said, finding his voice.

  “Do you have a preference?”

  “Uh, I . . .”

  Sensing that he was an inexperienced novice, she began to run down a laundry list of attributes. “Tall, dark, short, silicone-enhanced or au natural, blonde, brunette, or redhead?”

  At the mention of redhead, Jacob flashed back to the fiery-headed vixen who was in the shower with Mira. From what he could see, her ripe, voluptuous boobs were au natural; though they appeared to be 38DDs, her tits didn’t have that solid-as-a-rock look. “How about the redhead?” he asked, hoping that the escort service didn’t have more than one.

  “Oh, yes, Cinnamon, she’s one of our most popular girls. Let me check her schedule,” she said, putting him on hold. After a few minutes, she came back on the line. “You’re in luck, she’s available tonight. Her minimum is three hours, at two hundred and fifty pounds an hour. Or if you want the overnight rate, it’s a flat fifteen hundred,” she said casually, as if it were Monopoly money.

  Damn, fifteen hundred dollars for three hours. She must have an arsenal of tricks in her goodie bag, Jacob thought converting the pounds to dollars. “I’ll take the minimum.” He didn’t want to commit to overnight, just in case she fell short of his expectations.

  “Will you be putting that on a major credit card or paying cash?” she asked, sealing the transaction.

  He dug his wallet out of his pocket and quickly counted the bills. Jacob didn’t have that much cash on him, but he surely wasn’t about to create a paper trail and bill it to a credit card. “Cash. I’ll pay cash.”

  “Before I send her over, I’ll need some information from you.”

  His heart began to race. He hadn’t expected to divulge name, rank, and serial number. “What type of information?” he asked skeptically.

  Sensing his hesitation, she said, “Our records are kept strictly confidential, but I’ll need your driver’s license number and a major credit card for our files.”

  “Why do you need a credit card number if I’m paying cash?”

  “It’s for our records, Mr. . . . uh, what did you say your name was?” she asked, finally realizing that the only name he had given her was that of his referral.

  If Mira felt secure leaving her information with them, then Jacob assumed it was safe. He reluctantly gave up the data, because he surely didn’t want to give up a much-anticipated night of pleasure.

  “Okay, Mr. Reed, you’re all set. Cinnamon should be knocking on your door within the hour,” she said, after taking the required information.

  With the transaction completed, they both hung up. Jacob wanted to shower, but first had to run downstairs and write a check payable to cash. Luckily, the cashier was still on duty, solving his dilemma. Back in his room, he tore off his clothes and hopped into the shower. No sooner had Jacob turn
ed off the pulsating spray than the doorbell buzzed.

  She’s early, he thought and quickly wrapped a towel around his waist, rushing out of the bathroom. His heart was pounding with excitement as he turned the knob and opened the door. Standing before him was a tall, curvaceous woman dressed conservatively in a black coat with the belt snugly tightened around her waist. Her hair was stuffed underneath a matching fedora with strands of red peeking out.

  “You’re all wet,” she said, looking at the water dripping from his body, “and I will be too in a minute.” She brushed past him and sauntered into the bedroom.

  Jacob locked the door behind her and watched as she dropped her duffel bag on the floor near the bed. She turned around, crooked her finger at him, and whispered, “Come here. Once we take care of the financials, we can start having some fun.

  His feet seemed to be planted into the carpet fibers. As much as he wanted to, he couldn’t move. Jacob was paralyzed with excitement. The only body part moving was his growing sex. He could feel it pushing against the terry-cloth towel. He handed over the envelope of cash without saying a word.

  She quickly counted the money, came over to him, and whispered seductively in his ear, “Don’t you want to unwrap your present now?”

  He unbuckled her belt and watched her coat ease open, exposing the best present he’d ever received—a beautiful pair of 38DDs. Her bare breasts swung free as her coat drifted to the floor. Jacob reached out and fondled the soft mounds of flesh, pinching her large nipples until they firmed to his touch. As he expected, there was nothing artificial about her voluptuousness. His mouth began to water for the taste of her, but before he could get a mouthful, she ripped off his towel, dropped to her knees, and covered his waiting sex with her wet tongue. The fedora came tumbling off as he grabbed her red hair and forced himself deeper into her mouth. She didn’t flinch, just sucked faster and harder until he was on the verge of coming. Feeling the hot cum rising to the top, he tried to withdraw, but she grabbed his butt, pressing his dick farther into her mouth. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” he screamed in ecstasy, shooting his hot load down her deep throat. She got up, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and said, “Is that all you got?”

  So this is what a pro does, he thought, then smirked and said, “That’s just an appetizer. Now get your ass on the bed and I’ll show you what I’m working with.”

  She turned around and strutted butt naked over to the bed. For a white girl, she had the best ass he had ever seen—round and tight. His dick began to swell again at the thought of penetrating that ass. She bent over and unzipped her bag. He came up close behind and began grinding his now rock-hard penis against her, trying to spread apart her cheeks.

  “Just a second,” she said, standing up. “Let me pop one of these.” She held out her hand toward him. “Want one?”

  Jacob looked in her palm at the two small pills. “What’s that?”

  “Ecstasy. It’ll make you feel really, really lovely. Try one,” she said, popping a pill into her mouth.

  He wasn’t into drugs, but had read a report on the love drug, as Ecstasy was often referred to. The article said that Ecstasy, which was man-made, heightened the senses, making the user feel euphoric and extremely sexual. “No, thanks.” He didn’t need a jump-start. His senses were already heightened at the thought of penetrating her where he would never dream of touching his wife.

  “Suit yourself,” she said, popping the second pill in her mouth. She then spread-eagled on the bed and began fondling her breast with one hand while massaging her clit with the other. “Now where were we?”

  Jacob stood at the edge of the bed and watched as she brought herself close to orgasm. When she was on the brink, he said, “Turn over.”

  Before turning onto her stomach, she reached down into her bag and took out several condoms. “Pick one, big boy.”

  He chose the ribbed Magnum for extra stimulation, slid it on his erect sex, and said in a demanding tone, “Now spread that ass.”

  Jacob rode her like a prized thoroughbred in the Kentucky Derby, and did things in the next few hours that were probably illegal in most states. He fucked her in the ass, changed condoms, and fucked her in the pussy. They sixty-nined each other, with his mouth sucking her clit while her mouth feasted on his cock. He made her get on the floor like a dog, and rammed her from behind, pimp-style. Then he flipped her over and came all over her face. Once he came, Jacob made her lick his joystick until it was hard again, and again he fucked her silly. He was a man on a mission. Since they only had three hours together, he wanted to make sure that he got his money’s worth, and fucked up until the last second.

  Lying there totally satiated after she left, he felt like a new man and slept like a baby until it was time to check out.

  Guilt started to creep into his soul the moment the plane touched down in New York. The last thing he needed was to get caught with his pants down with a call girl. He had too much to lose over an indiscretion of that sort. Jacob had taken infidelity to an entirely new level. He had never hired a professional for sex before, and was starting to feel out of control. Maybe I need to talk to a therapist, he thought. He was from the old school of thought, and that was if you paid the cost, you could be the boss. And since he was the sole breadwinner, he felt entitled to screw around on the side, but now he was beginning to have second thoughts. He truly loved his wife, and maybe a psychotherapist could help him rekindle the feelings he once had for Naomi.

  On the way home, he stopped by the florist and bought Naomi a dozen white roses, her favorite. She was probably still sulking over his impromptu trip, and flowers were just the thing to bring a smile to her face. When he drove up to the house, it was dark.

  “I’m home!” Jacob yelled, walking into the foyer and clicking on the light. But no one answered back. She’s probably asleep, he thought.

  He tiptoed upstairs and eased open their bedroom door to surprise Naomi with the bouquet, but got a surprise himself. He expected to see her curled up under the covers with a book, but she wasn’t there. Jacob went down the hall to ask Tyler if she knew where Naomi was, but her room was also empty, as was Noah’s. Standing in the middle of the hallway, with the flowers dangling at his side, he scratched his head and wondered, Where is everyone?

  28

  “EARTH TO Naomi, earth to Naomi,” chanted Rio Stanis, the flamboyant curator of the Museum of Urban Art. Naomi was at her volunteer job. Initially, it had just been something to get her out of the house and around adults, but it turned into a perpetual course in Art History. She could now distinguish the difference between a Renoir and a Degas, and could also interpret the surrealism of a convoluted Dali. This knowledge would come in handy once she started her interior design business.

  “Sorry, Rio, what were you saying?” Naomi asked, coming out of her self-induced trance.

  “I was saying that whatever has you preoccupied must be really important, because usually you’re a chatterbox, but you’ve barely said three words to me since this morning.”

  Rio was right on the money. Normally she would’ve come right into the office giving him a bimonthly update on her life, detail by detail. She was indeed preoccupied. Her mind was inundated with thoughts of Tyler and the dinner they shared the night before.

  Naomi had decided to call a truce with Tyler. Being busted had softened her resolve, and made her take a long look at herself. Here she was judging Tyler for her sexual preference, while at the same time Naomi was seriously contemplating fucking another man. Tyler may have been gay, but at least she wasn’t an adulterer. As soon as her sister-in-law came through the door, Naomi invited her out to dinner. At first, Tyler had tried to decline. She was still pissed about being dissed on the front steps of the Black Door, but Naomi wouldn’t take “no” for an answer. Jacob wasn’t due back from London until later that night, and Noah was at a friend’s house for a sleepover. She told Tyler that she didn’t want to eat alone. Being the kindhearted person that she was, Tyler
relented and they went to the local Italian restaurant.

  Once their drinks came, Naomi started right in, before she changed her mind. “First of all, Tyler, I want to apologize to you for being so rude to you over the past few weeks.”

  Tyler couldn’t believe her ears. She never thought that she would hear Naomi utter those words. She was speechless.

  Naomi took one look at Tyler’s face and knew that she had taken her by surprise, so she went on. “Tyler, I don’t tell many people this, only because I’m ashamed. But when I was younger, my favorite cousin moved in with us, and at first we did everything together, and then she kicked me to the curb for the girl next door. I had no idea that she was gay, and truly didn’t understand at the time exactly what it meant. All I knew was that my best friend was spending time with someone else. In my mind I equated gay with negative feelings of abandonment, instead of seeing it as two people enjoying each other’s company. I guess I’ve been harboring resentment all of these years. I took my bitterness out on you, and for that I’m sorry.”

  “Naomi, I really appreciate your candor. It takes a big person to admit when they’re wrong.”

  “You’re welcome. I just hope that you can forgive me.”

  “Of course I can, we’re family after all.” Tyler smiled, but then switched gears. “So, Naomi, you never answered my question.”

  Naomi took a sip of water and cleared her throat. “And what question is that?” she asked, feigning ignorance. Naomi had hoped that her apology would make Tyler forget about the incident the other night.

  “What were you doing at the Black Door? You aren’t a member, are you?” she asked skeptically.

  “The Black Door? What’s the Black Door?”

  Tyler cocked her head to one side, and gave Naomi a “come on, don’t give me that” look. “It’s a club for women,” she said, slowly and determinately, so that Naomi could get the drift of what a club for women actually meant.