by Mia Ford
I looked at my watch. It was already almost midnight. I hadn’t realized so much time had gone by. I looked at Henry who was whispering in Rachael’s ear and she was letting her eyes roll back in her head as she pressed her back closer to listen to him.
“Yeah.” I mumbled. “Let’s go someplace a little quieter.”
As I predicted, Rachael nearly dropped her panties right there on the sidewalk when she saw my car.
“You’ll have to ride on Henry’s lap.” I said as the valet tossed me my keys and I slipped him another hundred.
“That’s okay. It’s not a far drive.” She giggled.
As Henry took a seat I watched from the driver’s side as Rachael eased her ass in first them fell in with a burst of laughter right onto Henry’s lap. He quickly pulled the door shut and within seconds I was following her directions to her place.
Henry was getting her ready. He had one hand around her waist while the other rubbed the inside of her thighs. Back and forth I saw him sweeping across her hot spot just below her skirt. Whether she knew it or not her legs were spreading a little bit at a time.
Breathily she pointed to a tall, gray apartment building. I swerved into a parking spot on the street and everyone piled out of the car. Rachael walked ahead of us, strutting and shaking her ass that she knew we were both watching. Henry especially. She was totally his type. Female.
Since Henry was the typical tall, dark and handsome it wasn’t a surprise that a woman like Rachael, who was a walking traffic violation, wouldn’t find her way next to him. He wasn’t interested in any kind of relationship. His parents were both well off. Not like my father but he was anything but poor. The attention he got over his Rolex and Italian suits amused him. He liked it.
I could tell he liked how Rachael was melting into him.
“Oh my gosh.” She purred. “I almost forgot where we were going.” She tittered as she climbed off Henry’s lap, tugging at her skirt and smoothing her hands down her backside.
She slipped her arms through each of ours and walked into the lobby. Swiping a plastic key like you would at a hotel the glass door opened.
Sitting behind a wide desk was the doorman who looked at us suspiciously.
“Merry Christmas.” Rachael greeted him stupidly as she swaggered past toward the elevator bank. The man did little more than nod his head before going back to the newspaper or magazine he was reading.
We slipped into the elevator together and with a black manicured nail Rachael pushed the button marked seventeen. Then, while wobbling on her high heels she backed into Henry and pulled me in front of her.
“You don’t talk much.” She pouted. Her eyelids were droopy with false eyelashes.
“I don’t have anything to say.”
“She looks good, though, doesn’t she Lucas?”
I nodded my head as I peered down her sweater. I could tell she liked the attention and I had to wonder if this was the first time she’d actually brought two guys home. She didn’t seem the least bit nervous. I’d think a girl who was into getting two guys ganging up on her might be a little apprehensive the first time.
The elevator door pinged and we walked down the hallway.
Her front door looked like all the others.
I’m not sure what I expected when we walked in but what I saw was a cheaply decorated apartment that was not neatly kept. With all the effort Rachael put into making up her face I would have thought her apartment would reflect the same meticulous attention to detail.
“Have a seat.” She motioned toward the front room. “Would either of you like a drink?” She strolled across the carpeted floor toward what I assume was the kitchen.
“I’ll take whatever you’ve got.” Henry smiled and elbowed me in the ribs before he walked over and made himself comfortable on the couch. I took a seat in the single chair across from him.
“Lucas?” She called from the other room.
“I’m good.” I waved off her invitation. The room spun just s a little and I wondered how I had driven so quickly following her directions without sideswiping another car or getting pulled over by the cops. Then I remembered it was Christmas Night and most people were home with their families and friends.
The thought of being home at my father’s house reminded me why I was out to begin with. By now everyone would be having a real swinging time. Jenna was probably going through my father’s wines and champagne like water. Her relatives and friends had probably devoured every bit of food like locusts.
It made me sick to think of.
Just then Rachael came back with two glasses filled with ice and some brown liquid. She handed one to Henry and kept the other for herself.
“Cheers.” She gushed.
“Cheers.” Henry responded before gulping his drink. He set the glass down on a t.v. tray kind of end table and grabbed Rachael by the hand. She squealed excitedly as she fell into his lap.
It was a matter of seconds before they were making out. She was facing me as Henry slid his hand up her skirt and I could see all the way up. She had no panties on. Her sex was completely exposed before Henry’s hand found its way up there.
She moaned as he teased her.
“Have you ever seen anyone so hot, Lucas?” Henry played to her ego. She was all over it, too.
“I don’t think so.” I mumbled.
“Take off your sweater.” Henry whispered in her ear. She eagerly did as she was told. She was wearing a pale pink bra that kept her breasts high and erect. But with a simple slip of his fingers Henry snapped the back allowing her tits to burst free.
“What do you want?” She breathed.
“You know what I want.” Henry replied helping her up off his lap. He undid his pants and pulled out his stiff dick.
I watched as Rachael fell to her knees in front of him. He pulled the band from her hair allowing her bright red locks to fall down around her shoulders. In the meantime she took his member in his hands and began to stroke it up and down. Before he could tell her she slid his hard cock slowly between her lips.
“Damn!” Henry huffed while running both hands through her hair in order to grab it by the handful. He guided her slowly up and down but it didn’t take long for her to push against him.
She pulled her head up gasping and giggling that she just needed to catch her breath. Henry stood up, letting his pants fall to his ankles. Guiding Rachael he sat her down in his place, pushed her legs apart and dove into her bush.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she played with her nipples. But there was something odd about the whole scene. Rachael let her hair fall over one eye as her hips rocked back and forth. She spread her legs, still wearing the heeled thigh high boots and her skirt was pushed up around her waist. It was only after a could of seconds of Henry eating her pussy like it was his last meal that I realized she was staring at me.
“Oh, yeah!” She cried. “Don’t stop!”
Her skin began to shine with sweat as Henry worked her over. I watched her push her hips up to him, letting him lick and suck her sweet button until her body began to shake with pleasure.
Henry sat back and stood in front of her. She eagerly took his manhood in her hands and stoked it before licking up one side of his shaft and down the other while her eyes stayed with me. Her tongue rolled around his cock as her lips sucked it hard. She took more and more of him in her mouth until I was sure she was going to gag or worse, throw up. Actually I would have laughed at that.
I stared at her. At first I thought getting my knob polished would make me feel pretty good. But as I watched Rachael work henry over like she were auditioning for a spot in some amateur porn movie my gut began to sink.
Sobriety slowly began to seep into my head and I noticed Rachael had a blemish on her left cheek. Her nail polish was chipped on the ring finger and her lipstick had smeared mercilessly across her face making her look like a clown.
As she continued to blow Henry I cou
ldn’t help but notice that her carpet had several stains on it and desperately needed to be vacuumed. There were a few cracks on the walls where nails had been hammered in but there was no longer a picture hanging there. Some of the molding was shipped.
The whole place started to look like a worn out whore.
“Oh God!” Henry cried as he held Rachael in place. She sloppily sucked his cock and let him force her head down as far as it would go. “That’s it, Sandy! Don’t stop! I’m almost there!”
She didn’t stop. But she did slow down making Henry gasp with something not quite angry but pleasantly frustrated as she prolonged his climax.
Finally, without warning Henry pulled her up from her knees, spun her around and began fucking her from behind. Her ass jiggled every time he pounded into her and her breasts hung down fully exposed as Henry took hold of them both in his hands and fucked her hard.
She pressed her hands against the sofa and whipped her hair over her shoulders as Henry reached down between her legs. They were slick from his fucking and he found her clit. At a feverish pace he rubbed it in mad circles making Rachael cry out.
“Right there! Yes! Right there!” She panted.
“Yeah!” Henry chimed in. “It’s happening! It’s happening!”
He was oblivious to me being in the room. But Rachael knew I was there the whole time. This was a show she was putting on. She was one of those girls who loved being watched. It wouldn’t surprise me if she rode the bus and flashed her beaver to as many guys as possible on a daily basis.
The thought brought Tilly right back to the front and center of his mind. What was the difference between Rachael and Tilly?
You know damn well what the difference is. Tilly never asked for it and never asked for anything in return. Oh, unless you call being nice asking for too much.
My thoughts wouldn’t take my side.
You know you’d rather be at her house. But here you are on Christmas Night with some slut whose jerking off your best buddy and ready to take you next. Nice.
“Oh my God!” Henry began to laugh as he slapped Rachael’s ass. “That was good.”
“Just good?” She gasped pulling her skirt down and picking up her sweater to halfway cover her breasts.
“Real good.” Henry soothed as he pulled his pants up.
“Just give me a minute.” Rachael winked at me and hurried out of the room to her bedroom I assume.
“My God, Lucas. That is what I call a ho-ho-ho.” He whispered, still laughing. “You go ahead and take your time. I’m going to get another drink. You want something?”
“No, I’m ready to go.” I smirked.
“Ready to go? What are you talking about? That girl is fucking horny as shit. Get some of it. I mean, she’s begging you for it. I could see how she was looking at you before. Do her, man.”
“No. I’m not in the mood.”
“Hey, if you ask her to take a shower and stuff she’ll do it. Hell, she’ll probably ask you to wash her pussy for her. How hot is that?”
“Yeah, I’m just not into it right now.”
“What are you guys talking about?”
Rachael came out of her room wearing a satin robe that barely covered her thighs.
“We’re calling it a night.” I said standing up from my seat.
“What?” Rachael snapped. She looked up at Henry who shrugged his shoulders and finished adjusting his shirt and pants.
“Don’t ask me, sweetheart. I would have stayed for round two.”
“This is fucked up.” She spat. Henry was right. She was horny as shit.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out three hundred dollars and tossed it on the side table next to Henry’s empty glass.
“That ought to make you feel better.” I said and headed toward the door.
“I’m not a hooker, you know.” She scooped the money up and folded it tightly in her hands.
“Then give me that back.” I turned and held out my hand.
Of course, she made no movement to hand over the money.
“No. You keep it.” Henry soothed. “Hey, if you don’t have any plans on Groundhog Day I’ll be back.”
“Get out!” She yelled.
I was already at the door and stepping into the hallway when henry said that. Once he was behind me we heard the door slam shut. I didn’t care. She was three hundred dollars richer and if she didn’t catch anything from Henry I’d say she had a pretty good night.
“I don’t know what’s the matter with you, Lucas. This just isn’t like you.”
“What are you talking about? I just wasn’t in the mood for your sloppy seconds. Very sloppy, I might add.”
“Come on, Lucas. I know you.” Henry insisted. “There was a time not that long ago you not only would have gotten off on that girl but you would have left without lightening your wallet at all. Plus, she was into you. You could have violated her ten different ways and she would have begged for more. You know how chicks are when…well, you know how they are.” Henry shook his head.
“What were you going to say there?”
“Nothing. I’m still a little drunk.”
“No. You’re as sober as I am and that’s sober enough. What were you going to say just now?”
I stopped in front of the elevator and looked at Henry.
“Come on, man. Don’t be like this.”
“Tell me what you meant.”
“You know how chicks are when you’ve got money.”
“That’s what I thought you were going to say.” I pressed the down button.
“It’s not a bad thing, Lucas. What are you getting so upset about?”
I wasn’t sure what I was upset. My whole life I was careful everyone knew how much money my family had. I drove slick cars. No one could touch my wardrobe. I had one of a kind gadgets, the newest of everything and I flaunted it just like Rachael did in those thigh high heeled boots.
But I got mad at anyone who paid attention to the things I had. They were not jealous of me but they were jealous of the things I had. There is a difference. No one wanted to be me. They just wanted to be in my place. The thought made me feel very alone like a man in the desert at night when there are no lights for miles except for the millions of stars in the sky staring down to make him feel terribly small and alone. I needed another drink. I hated what I was feeling.
“Come on, Henry. I’ll take you home.” I huffed.
“Home? Lucas, it’s only about one o’clock. There’s still a lot of action out there.” Henry insisted.
“No thanks. I’m calling it a night.”
“Well, drop me back off at Foxes.” He grumbled. “I’ll stay with my uncle if I can’t get a lift.”
I did just that.
“You’re going to wish you let Susan suck you off as soon as you hit I-294. I just know it. Enjoy your blue balls for Christmas.”
“Her name was Rachael.” I corrected.
“Whatever, man. Just remember she was ready and willing. You aren’t going to get that chance again in a long time if ever. It’s not like girls are just going ot hop in your car to have sex with you.”
Henry got out of the car and slammed the door.
That was all I needed to hear to bring the image of Tilly in the throws of passion in to perfectly clear focus. Why didn’t I go to her house again?
Because you’re too much of a snob and you think you are too good for her. Or maybe your afraid that she’s too good for you? Instead you spent the night watching your best friend get a blowjob. How low can you sink, Lucas?
Henry was right about one thing. When he his I-294 he did think of all those dirty bits but Rachael was nowhere to be seen. Instead, he wondered what Tilly was doing and if he had gone to her house would they have found a way to sneak off together to make love. Would she have wanted to?
If you would have shown up there you can bet your ass she would have found a way. She likes you. Or at least,
she did like you. You kind of blew that with your lousy attitude. Nice going genius.
I couldn’t get a break. Henry didn’t understand. I couldn’t find the words around Tilly. I didn’t even understand myself what was happening.
I sped home down a virtually empty expressway. I had driven the route so many times before it was like I was on autopilot.
Henry and I had come downtown for years, sneaking into bars where I usually bribed the bouncers. I did it. I always had the cash. I don’t think I could even recall Henry offering to pay.
The bar tabs were almost always over a thousand dollars that I paid for in cash. We had women all over us and when they saw bottles of Cristal they swooned. Not because they knew what it was but because they knew it was expensive from seeing it in the movies. It was a rare occasion when Henry and I didn’t leave each with a girl on our arm that we fucked in the alley. Once we were done with them
They’d follow us back into the bar where we’d totally ignore them and start chatting up another set of girls. It was like a revolving door. I didn’t take a single one seriously because I knew they were all after my money.
“Any girl that goes along with everything you say is after your money.” Henry said. “Wouldn’t it be nice to find a girl who fights back a little.”
How long ago had Henry said that to me? It felt like years. Millennia even. But he was right. It was the girl that would fight back and argue that was the keeper.