by Claire Adams
“You know,” she says, kicking the door closed and kissing me on the lips, “I find you very attractive.”
I’d love to respond, but she puts what feels like her entire tongue in my mouth. Talking’s not really an option at the moment.
“That said,” she breathes a few seconds later, “I think you should probably take a shower.”
“Care to join me?” I ask.
“No,” she says. “That means I’d have to redo all my makeup and my hair—it’s just a hassle. I promise I’ll wait for you, though.”
So she shows me to the shower, and I get undressed. As soon as my shirt’s off, I can tell why she made the suggestion.
So, I shower, cleaning myself thoroughly and thinking about what’s about to happen.
Linda’s a beautiful woman, though she’s a little unmotivated for my tastes. I love a woman who’s got ambition, who wants to be the best at everything and won’t settle for anything less.
To be truthful, I thought that if I were to end up in anyone’s shower, it would be Jessica’s, but with the way things are going, I don’t really see that happening anytime soon. Besides, it’s bad enough I’m about to sleep with the employee of my current employer.
It’s never a good idea to sleep with a client.
Just to make sure I don’t get too excited about anything, I let my mind wander as I continue to wash my body.
I’m finally getting into a new apartment, though it’s about half the size of the last one. I move over the weekend. This is one of those times where it’s great to have four guys working for me.
There’s a knock.
“You about ready?” Linda calls through the door.
“Yeah,” I tell her. “I’m rinsing now.”
There’s no further response.
Maybe this is a bad idea. I’m still getting over Amy, and Linda is the cashier where I’m working.
When the door opens and she comes through wearing a black, see-through nightie and nothing else but a pair of earrings and a smile, I decide maybe it’s not such a bad idea after all.
My rational mind has officially taken second place, and right now, I’m not too upset about that.
“Do hurry,” she says.
I rinse what’s left of the soap on my body and I turn off the shower.
“Where would I find a towel?” I ask Linda through the transparent shower curtain.
She turns around so her back is to me, and angling her body just so, she bends down to grab a towel from under the sink.
Her ass is a beautiful thing. God, I wouldn’t mind making it bounce.
I open the curtain and she tosses me the towel, saying, “I’m glad we’re finally getting some time together. For a minute there, I was worried that Jessica was going to steal you away and I was going to have to just keep on fantasizing. Do you ever fantasize about me?”
The real answer is no, I’ve never really looked at her as anything other than one of the store employees, but that’s not the kind of answer that’s going to get a positive response here.
“Yeah,” I tell her.
“Yeah?” she asks, walking over to me as I dry myself. “What do you fantasize about?”
Here’s my problem: I suck at dirty talk. It’s not that I haven’t tried. I even went as far as to look up tips online after Amy asked me why I never told her to take every inch of my meat rod when we were having sex—yeah, that was her specific question. Apparently, that’s a lot more common a sexual phrase than I could ever have imagined.
Still, though, it always comes out so awkward. I’m more of a doer than a talker when it comes to sex.
“I don’t know,” I tell her, trying to buy myself some time to recollect something, anything from that late-night Google search.
“Don’t be shy,” she says. “For me, every time I see you turn toward me, I can see that bulge in your pants, and I’ve always wanted to know what it would feel like to have that inside of me.”
“Do I really walk around with a bulge in my pants?” I ask. “That can’t make a very good impression on your customers.”
She lets out an exaggerated series of giggles and says, “Maybe it’s just wishful thinking. I want it so much that I can’t help but see it every time I look at you.”
“Oh,” I say. “Well, that’s a relief.”
I told you, I’m bad at this.
I manage to get almost dry before Linda moves down between my legs. I’m drying my face when she does, so it takes me by surprise when I feel her hand wrapping around me.
By the time the towel’s out of the way, she’s looking up at me with my tip in her mouth.
“Do you like that?” she asks, patting the end of me against her bottom lip.
“Yeah,” I answer.
This is what I’m good at when it comes to sex talk: yes and no questions. I can nail those every time.
“What about this?” she asks, and takes me all the way into her mouth.
I wasn’t completely hard when she started, but I can feel myself pulsing as her lips wrap around my base and her tongue moves over the underside of my cock.
“Holy shit,” I mutter and she pulls back, jerking me with her hand and smiling now.
“Good,” she says. “Follow me.”
She walks about a step ahead of me, leading me with her hand around my erection.
We get into her bedroom and she stops and turns around, lifting herself just enough to let me feel how wet she is against my dick.
I bend down and kiss her on the mouth, and wrapping my arms around her lower back, I lift her off the ground and carry her over to the bed.
As I slip one finger into her, curling it to massage her G-spot, she starts rocking her hips, moaning softly.
“That’s it,” she says, “right there. Don’t stop.”
I wasn’t planning on it.
Her legs part a little farther, and I kiss her knees to her inner thigh to the sensitive curve at the base of her leg and run my tongue smoothly over her lips, settling on her clit.
She’s breathing so hard already. With my finger still inside of her, I play my tongue over her pink ruby like a paintbrush over canvas.
Her skin is so hot and she grows ever wetter as I continue to pleasure her, her legs moving back and forth against the sides of my head, in a perfect, gentle rhythm.
One hand moves through my hair, her fingers toying with my locks, while with the other, she grasps her breast, her legs starting to quiver, and she’s begging me to put myself inside her.
I raise myself up on the bed and I quickly move over her, sliding myself easily between her folds, kissing her mouth and pulling her close.
My mouth is over hers as she comes, shaking beneath me, her fingernails biting into my back and her pleasured screams muffled by the cradle of my mouth.
Her orgasm begins to die down and I move my lips to kiss her forehead and she breathes, “Holy fuck.”
My only response is a smile.
She pulls herself up and kisses me ravenously and puts her ankles against my ass, pushing me deeper and deeper inside of her.
“I want you to come,” she chants, her breath heavy and warm against the side of my face. “I want you to come.”
I work my hands underneath her body and pull her upright, and we both sit cross-legged as she pumps her body over mine, working to bring the warmth out of me.
“Are you close?” she asks.
“Yeah,” I breathe, kissing her neck, and she rides me so fast, so deep.
“Come for me,” she says. “I want you to come hard.”
“Where?” I ask.
“In my mouth,” she moans. “I want to taste you.”
I lift her off of me and set her gently on the bed.
Raising myself to my knees, her mouth is hot, inviting, and my muscles contract in a beautiful release, and I’m reminded of what I’ve been missing for too long.
I brush the hair out of her face as she sucks me down, and by the time I’m done, my muscles a
re gelatin. She laughs as I fall backward onto the bed, saying, “Shit. Holy shit!”
* * *
Spending the night wasn’t exactly what I had planned, but it was nice, just for a little while, to feel connected to someone else the way I’m finally willing to recognize that I hadn’t been with Amy for a long, long time.
She makes coffee, and filling up two capped mugs, she asks if she can get a ride to work.
“Of course,” I tell her.
“We can’t walk in together, though,” she says. “In fact, you should probably get in there first so you can meet up with your crew. I’ll come in a few minutes later.”
“All right,” I shrug.
I wasn’t particularly looking forward to finding out how news of yesterday, even implied, would go over with Jessica. This sort of thing can make a professional relationship go pear-shaped really fucking fast.
The guys, they might tease me or prod me for details which, as a gentleman, however self-professed that title may be, I’m not going to give. I could handle that part of things, but I can’t very well hold onto my new apartment if I lose this job.
It’s a quiet drive. Linda and I really don’t know what to say to each other now that the heat of passion has started to cool.
We get to the building and I park around the block, telling Linda she can go in first if she wants.
“No,” Linda answers, “I’ve gotten there later than you every day since you’ve been working there. I like to think that in a case like this, it’s best not to do anything to interrupt the normal run of things.”
“All right,” I tell her. “I’ll see you in there.”
“Eric,” she says.
“Yeah?”
“I don’t know what you’re looking for, and I probably should have told you this before we hooked up, but I’m in a place where I’m just looking to have fun right now. I hope that doesn’t disappoint you,” she says.
“I’m in about the same place,” I tell her. “We’re good.”
“Great,” she says. “That being the case, what are you doing tonight?”
I laugh and tell her that I have to finish packing. The statement’s partially true, as I do have to get everything ready to move tomorrow, but everything’s already boxed up. It’s just a matter of getting my clothes and toiletries put away. Really, I’m simply looking forward to a nice night alone before the hassle of getting everything moved tomorrow.
“I’ll see you in a minute, then,” she says.
“See you in there,” I say, and get out of the truck.
The morning air is bracing, and I walk with calm and confidence around the corner toward the store.
Ian’s standing outside having a cigarette, and as I walk up, he says, “Mornin’ boss. How’s tricks?”
“Doing all right,” I tell him. “You know, just to stay on the boss’s good side, you might want to smoke in the alleyway away from the front of the store.”
“All right,” he says, “but she isn’t in yet.”
“She’s not?” I ask.
“Nope,” he says. “Nobody’s here. Did she give you a key or what? It’s been open every other day we’ve been here.”
“No, she just told me that she’d be here well before we show up.”
“Maybe you should give her a call and see if we’re going to be working today.”
“I don’t have her number,” I tell him. “All I have is the store’s number.”
“She’s pretty closed-off, isn’t she?” Ian asks. “Why doesn’t she want us to work at night? All the noise we’re making has to be what’s driving away all her customers.”
“I don’t know,” I tell him. “I think it’s a trust thing. If we’re here at night, you and Alec would probably end up stretching out all the lingerie.”
Ian smiles, and in as jovial a way as a person can say it, he says, “Fuck you, boss.”
“Hey guys!” Linda says. “What are you doing out here?”
“The store’s locked,” Ian says. “You got a key?”
“No,” Linda says. “Jessica’s always here, so I never needed one.”
“Does anyone else have a key?” Ian asks.
“I really couldn’t tell you,” she answers. “I’m going to give her a quick call.”
She pulls the phone out of her purse and walks away.
“You fucking dog,” Ian says.
“What?”
“You slept with her, didn’t you?”
I can feel my face growing warm, but my only real option here is denial. Of all the people on my crew, Ian has got to be the least discreet.
“Of course not,” I tell him. “I wouldn’t jeopardize the job like that. You should know better.”
“Then why do you have that stupid fucking grin on your face?” he asks.
“Because I think it’s hilarious just how much you think about what I do with my dick,” I tell him.
He doesn’t have a comeback.
“Where’s everyone else?” I ask, looking at my watch. “They’re running late.”
“José’s looking for another entrance to the store,” Ian says. “I don’t know what he thinks he’s going to find, but you gotta respect the guy’s work ethic. Alec called a few minutes before you showed up, asking if you’d gotten here yet. I told him that the store was still locked and you hadn’t shown, so he told me to call him when one of those changes.”
“Have you called him?” I ask.
“No,” he says. “Why the fuck should I cover for that lazy asshole?”
“Call him,” I tell him. “What about the new guy, Drake?”
“He quit, boss,” Ian says, “probably because you kept calling him Drake.”
“Shit. Is that not his name?”
Ian laughs. “His name is Charlie.”
“Well, that sucks,” I chuckle.
“Eh, I wouldn’t worry about it. I think the guy was just trying to stay on long enough to pay for his next weed shipment.”
“His what?” I ask.
“Yeah, the dude deals the reefer,” Ian says. “I would have gotten some off of him, but he’s been clean out ever since he started working with us.”
“Not on the job,” I warn.
“I’m not stupid, boss,” Ian says.
“That’s debatable.”
“She’s coming in,” Linda says, approaching us, “but it’s going to be another half hour. I guess she got into traffic on the way back from her mom’s.”
“Do you know what happened?” Ian asks.
“That’s really none of our business,” I tell him.
“Yeah, I think this is something she’s going to want to keep to herself,” Linda says. I’m avoiding Ian’s gaze as the young woman smiles seductively at me.
“You fucking dog,” Ian says, laughing.
“Aren’t you supposed to be calling Alec?” I ask. “And while you’re at it, see if you can find José. I appreciate the dedication, but we’re not breaking into the store.”
“Uh, boss?”
“What?” I ask.
Ian taps my shoulder then points through the store window. José’s inside and he’s unlocking the door.
“You know we have an alarm system, right?” Linda asks.
“Shit.” The alarm, for whatever reason, hasn’t gone off yet, so I knock on the window, shouting, “Get out of there!”
José either can’t hear me or assumes that I mean he should get out of there through the front door, so he unlocks it. And that’s when the alarm starts blaring.
Chapter Five
Blind
Jessica
“How’s Mom doing?” Kristin, my sister, asks me as I sit smack in the middle of traffic on my way back to the city.
“I don’t know,” I tell her. “We talked for a while, but you know Mom. The most emotional she ever gets is the use of the word ‘sweetheart.’ If she’s scared, she’s not showing it. Me, on the other hand…”
“I’m with you,” Kristin says. “Do they kno
w anything yet?”
“They’re doing some more tests,” I answer. “It looks like it’s going to be another day or two before they have the hard facts on exactly what’s going on with it.”
“That’s awful,” she says. “I would have been there last night, but I got caught up over at Jed’s house.”
Jed, my sister’s loser boyfriend, is her excuse for everything, but after spending the night crying while my cancer-patient mother had to calm me down, I really don’t have the patience for it. Fortunately for Kristin, my call waiting beeps at me.
“Hey, can I call you right back? I’m getting another call,” I tell Kristin.
“Sure thing,” she says. “Oh, when are you going to call that guy I told you about?”
“I’m getting another call, Kris, bye.”
I answer the other line.
“Hello?”
“Yes, Miss Davis?” a man’s voice speaks.
“Yes?”
“You’re the Miss Davis who owns the store, uh…”
This is part of the reason for the name. It makes so many men so uncomfortable.
“Lady Bits,” I say, “yes, I’m the owner.”
“This is Jacob from Panic Room Security. It looks like there’s an alarm going off in your store. The police are on their way, but I wanted to call and inform you of the situation. Are you in or near the store?” he asks.
“No,” I tell him. “I’m stuck in traffic. Do you know what’s going on?”
“It looks like someone opened the front door without shutting off the alarm and there’s been no attempt to enter your security code,” he says.
“Okay,” I breathe, “okay. What should I do?”
“Right now, I’d just encourage you to stay calm. The police are already on their way, and they’re going to get to the bottom of this, all right? Please call and let us know if you have any further questions.”
“All right,” I say. “Thank—”
The man’s already hung up the phone.
I’m stuck in traffic.
I call Linda.
“Jessica, there’s something I have to tell you, but I promise it’s not as bad as it sounds.”
“What?” I ask. “Did you break into the store?”
“What? No,” she says. “Well, I didn’t.”