by DJ Wilson
“Joseph, it’s Candice. The money is in the bank,” I shouted into his ear. “Let’s celebrate tonight. Bring your account numbers along and I’ll make the transfers giving you what you so rightly deserve. Say seven-ish? I look forward to it. Oh, don’t bother picking me up. I’ll meet you at the Hyatt ... in the bar.”
That concluded steps one through four. Now, onto five, I must go shopping. I dressed in sweats and a tee, pulled on a hooded Tampa Bucs over the t-shirt, donned a matching baseball cap and took off to a store I’d only seen, but never visited before. Ah, today was a day bursting with firsts. I am empowered, I am frustrated, I am scorned ... hear me roar and roar and roar. Joseph, on the other hand, will feel my wrath and the gnashing of my teeth.
Two hours later and two productive stops behind me, I slipped into my skimpiest black dress, revealing my finest attributes, displayed prominently, for Joseph to drool over. Taking a page out of D’s book of Maxim’s, the thought of having sex, any sex, clouds a man’s judgment in any language. Arriving at the hotel a little shy of five o’clock, I checked in both rooms and found my two man hungry friends, stage named Max and Mike, sitting in the bar where we exchanged hugs, keys, various sundries and cash, lots of cash. Three shots of Patron Tequila each to take the edge off and strengthen my resolve, like I needed any help, the three of us adjourned to the second suite to prepare for an evening, I hoped Joseph would soon never forget. By 6:30, everything was in place. I left my two beefy studs sipping on champagne and snorting blow while I strolled casually to the bar to await Joseph’s arrival.
Promptly at seven, Joseph sauntered up to my table, dressed in a navy blue Armani suit, his eyes flushed with desire, his tongue panting profusely, feasting on this fine specimen of a woman who once loved him — a woman radiating an unrequited fire in her eyes ... but for a much more sinister reason.
Joseph struggling to translate his Viagra induced thoughts into words. “My, you look stunning tonight, Candice. Spectacular might be a better word. Before me is the girl I remember, the girl I fell in love with many years ago.”
“Good to see you, Joseph. Thank you for the glows. You sir, are quite dapper tonight as usual. I’ve brought my iPad, business before pleasure you know,” I quipped, flicking my tongue across my glistening lips, compliments of Buxom’s Trixie. “I’ve ordered you a Black Crown, neat. That is what you drink, isn’t it?”
Settling into the booth beside me, Joseph breathed in my perfume before whispering in my ear, “It is, thanks for remembering.”
The waiter delivered two shots of Patron with a water chaser, along with a dish of quartered limes and his Black Crown, four fingers deep in a tea glass.
Gazing at the surprisingly large amount of alcohol in the tumbler, Joseph raised the Crown to his lips, before pausing to speak, “our last night together, when I was drinking these didn’t turn out as well as I had hoped. I promise tonight, I’ll pace myself.”
My stomach rolled. “That’s so unlike you, Joseph.” Sliding my hand into his lap and running my fingers across his slowly rising package, “Tonight, I’m prepared to get wasted with you, before delving into the kinky side, you’re so aptly fond of ... now.”
“Really, Candice?” Joseph replied.
“Really, Joseph. Drink up; the night is young. Before we get too under the influence ... and under the covers, do you have the account numbers for me to transfer the funds?”
Reaching into his inside jacket pocket, Joseph retrieved a folded piece of expensive linen paper and tossed it to me. “Here you go, Candice. There’s two separate accounts there. Please divide the monies between them.”
“I can do that,” I replied, creating two distinct wire transfers to two anonymous offshore accounts. “There you go sir, 2.5 million in each. I expect you’ll receive email conformations to that effect, shortly.” In less than two minutes, Joseph’s phone vibrated confirming that to be the case. “Do you feel richer now, Mr. Moneybags?”
He nodded, then smiled ear to ear. Raising his half empty glass into the air, Joseph offered a toast, “To us!”
“To tonight,” I replied. “May this evening make you a lifetime of memories. Shall we order dinner?”
“I’d settle on an ap-pee-tizer and another one of these,” slurred Joseph, holding up his now empty glass.
“My pleasure, anything to make you happy.” I ordered bacon potato skins and stuffed jalapeños, plus another four fingered drink for Joseph. After thirty minutes, eight shots of Crown and my fingers wrapped around his pleasure pistol, I had him exactly as I envisioned, silly putty in my hands. “Joseph,” I cooed, “I reserved a suite for us tonight.” Holding up my iPhone in record mode, I asked, “would you like to go upstairs to the room with me and allow me to do wild and crazy things with you, to get kinky with you in every way possible?”
“Yes, yes, oh yes,” he oozed.
“Say it, I, Joseph, am of sound mind and freely offering myself willingly to Candice Parker to use as she desires.” Joseph, repeated it clearly and precisely two more times, surprising even me, being eight shots into the wind by my far reaching calculations. “We’re done here. ... Aren’t we, Joseph?” I asked, getting a silent nod of approval before signing the check and escorting this man with the raging hard-on to our room. Sliding in the key card, I opened the door to the aroma of multi-scented candles permeating the air. Ushering Joseph to the bed, I undressed him, paying careful attention not to wrinkle his suit. Why in the hell that concerns me, I do not know. Guess it’s the woman in me, appreciating the finer things in life… Armani being one of them.
I digress. My first stop today was an adult toy store — Todd’s Toys. It was filled floor to ceiling with every imaginable sex fantasy related toy under the sun. I described my fantasy for Joseph to the store manager, Paul, and supplied me with number of devices to make the evening a success. First came the four aluminum posts with ring eyelets to affix to the bed frame. Second were two pairs of hardened steel muff cuffs, followed by an assortment of masks and hoods, a pair of nipple clips and a braided leather whip for good measure.
“Joseph,” I breathed, “lie back on the bed and extend your arms,” whereby I cuffed his wrists to the rails. “Good boy, now spread your legs,” allowing me to cuff his ankles next. “There, you’re secure and helpless ... little boy.” His eyes were wide like saucers, lustfully devouring me in his mind as I slipped off my dress. Easing myself on top of him, I kissed and nibbled my way to his lips before placing a blindfold over his eyes. I could tell he was thoroughly enjoying my display of dominance; that is until I replaced my warm and wet tongue with a large black leather deep-throat gag, that I snapped securely behind his head. Show time!
Donning a mask that would completely obscure my face and hair, I opened the door to the adjoining room allowing two well-endowed, masked intruders to enter and take my place on the bed. Mystery man number one climbed onto his chest, pressing his knees into Joseph’s armpits, resting his banana stuffed hammock, a breath away from Joseph’s shrouded face. Now for part two. Raising the foot board, aluminum posts to their highest position, I lifted Joseph’s legs into the air, offering mystery man number two unbridled access to what I assumed was virgin territory.
I fantasized watching these two man-beasts in rhythm, pummel and pound Joseph into submission making him their bitch for the evening. Just that thought alone made me want to join in and make it happen, almost. But, that was not my purpose here. My purpose was to repay an eye for an eye.
Holding a small digital camcorder in my hand, I removed Joseph’s mask and began filming close ups of him with these two now naked men poised at the ready to feed him orally and pound him anally. Thrashing, twisting, turning, first to the left, then to the right, Joseph fought the shackles to no avail. Tears of fear welled in his eyes, the lifeblood drained from his face, anticipating his pending fate. His distant gaze begged the question, how could I violate and humiliate him in this way? It was easy.
I whispered softly in his ear, “Paybacks
are a bitch, aren’t they, sweetheart? Who knows, someday you, too, may be a movie star of my making.”
Patting each of my well-endowed actors on the shoulder, I announced, “We’re done here ... or not.” These guys with their raging hard-ons seemed oblivious to my current request. I screamed, but not too loud, “We’re done here! Take it to the next room, gentlemen. Joseph has had enough.”
Leaving Joseph motionless on the bed, Mike and Max eventually obliged walking through the adjoining door, and slammed it shut, never saying good-bye. Me, I had a few words left in me as well as a leather whip in my hand. “Joseph, baby, was it as good for you as it was for me?” I asked, striking him on his precious package that I used to lovingly adore. He winced. “I know you can’t talk with the gag in your mouth. I kind of like it that way. You can’t lie to me ... if you can’t open your mouth. Huh, baby?
“You got me ... good. How dare you hurt me, again? You used me ... to make a point you had no right to make. We’re done; it’s over. We’re through.” The whip slapped skin again, and again, and again. Realizing I was enjoying his pain a little too much, I tossed the whip on the floor. “I’m prepared to call us even. The question is, are you? Let it go, Joseph. Let us go. Let D go.
“What happened here will never leave this room or will it? It’s your call. Let me know what you decide.” I tossed the muff cuff keys on the bed between his ever reddening, welted legs.
Walking around the room, I collected the four miniature wireless cameras I installed earlier to film every angle of this truly memorable occasion. Coupled with my handheld Canon, a video editor should be able to compile, at the least, a five-minute incriminating flick. Lastly, I lowered the foot posts to bed level and tossed a towel across his shrunken junk. “Lay here for a while and experience firsthand the wrath of a woman scorned. A woman with Family ties. Oh, but you know that already. How silly of me. When I get around to it, I’ll call the front desk to send a maintenance man to your room. Hopefully, he’ll release you. Worst case he’ll take advantage of you and leave you for the maid to clean up in the morning. Later, sweet cheeks,” I chuckled, before exiting with my bag of toys.
Aww, I didn’t get to use the nipple clips. Like I said, paybacks are a bitch ... even worse when the bitch is pissed!
Chapter 43
Well, that went well, D. Finesse is not your middle name. Your mouth, Victoria’s other orifice notwithstanding, is a WMD, as well. Why not let it go, asshole? I could use a shot, a beer or both. Loading my two bags on a luggage cart, I swung by the front desk, snagged the room key from a Linda and wheeled the cart into the bar. “Bartender, if you please, two six packs of Molson’s, six limes and a bottle of Milagro Silver Tequila if you have it. Oh, and a couple of shot glasses.”
“Certainly, sir. Are you having a party in your room?”
“I’ll let you know. Michael is it?” I replied, doing my best to read his name tag from across the bar. “Can I call you after I’ve downed at least six of each if I happen to need more?”
“Yes, sir. I’m here until one.”
“Thank you, Michael. Kindly quarter me a lime and open a Molson so I’ll have something to keep me company on the way to my room.” Following the cart that I aptly pushed with one hand, I used the other to drink Tequila from the bottle, suck on a lime and chase it down with a beer. I am one talented S.O.B. One beer, two bottle shots and half a lime later, I arrived.
Victoria was, from all indications, naked from the waist up, lounging in the Jacuzzi with the pulsating jets at full blast. “Mind if I join you, girlfriend?”
“Mind if I join you might be the better question, D. I wondered what happened to you. I can see you stopped by the bar. How many do I need to catch up?” This scene looks all too familiar. “Per chance, have you been talking to Candi?” Of course he has. Why else would he have started his party without me?
“Two shots, the other half of my lime and one beer. And yes, I talked to Candi.”
“Did my name come up?”
“Right again, Vic. You’re two for two.”
“I bet she pressed you on our ... uh ... sleeping arrangements.”
“Yep, you are on a ... roll. Drink up. I think I’d best take my clothes off this time before jumping in.” Taking a moment to look at our surroundings, the room featured a red brick floor to the tub and a short pile, beige carpet surrounding the bed. The walls were half brick, highlighted by two arches separating the bedroom from the tub and the living, dining area. Soft white, low voltage lights were strung on each side of the archways, illuminating a barrel ceiling in the middle. “I can only assume this room has a theme of sorts? Red brick road, instead of the yellow one. I get it.”
“They all do, D. It’s unusual, that’s for sure. How did you happen upon this hotel?”
“I looked up romantic hotels with garden tubs. Voila!”
Romantic hotel, for me? You’ve still got it, girl! Newly inspired, I downed two shots, sucked two limes and was half way through a beer when D, deliciously naked, albeit somewhat out of sorts, joined me in the tub. “Are you going to tell me about your conversation with Candi? It didn’t go well, by the look of things.”
“What is there to tell? She finally got around to asking me if I’d slept with you and I told her yes. That set her off a whole lot more than I would’ve imagined ... considering.”
“Considering that she was on the big screen going down on Joseph?”
“Something like that. Wait ... What do you mean going down on Joey? I thought you said she was screwing his brains out?”
“I never said that. You just assumed. I said ... Candi looked like she was into it. All I saw was his rod in her mouth using her boobs to heighten his excitement.”
Hmmm ... “Hey, I taught her that man-selfish skill set the second or third time we were together. Come to think of it, you’ve used it on me.”
Good that you remembered, especially after all you had to drink that night. “You caught me. I confess. I watched her do it on the video and thought I’d give it a whirl. You liked ... didn’t you?”
“Of course, I liked. Who wouldn’t? I was rather wasted. No wonder I kept thinking about Candi that night when I was making love to you. Go figure.”
That’s my cue. “Want me to do it again?” I asked, and without waiting for a reply moved my hands from the sides of the tub into the churning, bubbling water. I felt his stiffness rising to greet me. I smiled. “Guessing by the feel of things, this means yes?”
Embarrassed, “It doesn’t infer anything, Vic. What you’re holding in your hand is a response to the previous out of body experience we shared ... I think.”
“I think not,” I countered. “It’s a typical male response to a sensuous, naked woman about to go down on you.” Keeping my nose out of the bubbling froth was no small feat, yet somehow I managed to breathe deeply on every fourth or fifth upstroke without choking.
Raising my voice to match other parts of my body, I countered, “You don’t have to do this, girlfriend. I’m a big boy. Remember?”
This may very well be our last night for a while, possibly forever. I turned my eyes, before I released him from my lips to reply. “I know I don’t. But I want to. I need to, for me and for you. Lay back, relax and close your eyes. Remember our first time? … Our first kiss? Allow me to create the sequel.” And over the next ten glorious minutes, I did.
Chapter 44
Vic is blessed with incredible skills, orally speaking, of course. I could think of another profession or two where her talents could put food on the table and a new Mercedes in her garage every other year. My mind, clouded in a semi-alcohol induced fog exacerbated by the body numbing effects of the Jacuzzi, traipsed back and forth between her and Candi.
Victoria, comforting me, soothing me, embracing me was more than my friend. She was my kindred spirit. And she was ... good. Feeling myself reaching the point of no return, compliments of her exquisite technique, I purposely lifted her off me and raised her up to my waiting l
ips.
“I’m not finished,” I pouted, but he wasn’t listening. “You’re not finished. I tasted you. You were almost there.”
“This is not a marathon, girlfriend. Kiss me.” Her tongue darted and danced in my mouth, her lime tainted breath combined with the salty taste of me, teased my tongue and throat. My hands roamed her voluptuous body, gliding effortlessly across her silky skin, compliments of the bath beads she must have added earlier. “You feel incredible, Victoria,” I whispered, moving my hands down her back, coming to rest on her rounded, supple cheeks. Massaging them in tandem, I pressed her against my loins, her breasts, inadvertently tickling my chest. “I am perfectly content to lay here just like this, touching you, feeling you, exploring you...”
His hands, oh, his hands ... the strength they exude, the tenderness they project. “Me, too,” I breathed. “This is purr-fect.” Like two well-oiled, finely tuned machines, we were gliding effortlessly back and forth across each other, my hands clasped around his neck, pushing and pulling the length of my body across him, matching him thrust for passionate thrust.
“We’re very much alike, you and I. Star crossed spirits who have discovered the innate ability to sense the hurt ... the pain of the other, before administering the appropriate healing response ... accordingly. Priceless.” I turned off the jets. The clearing, bubble free water revealed the long, sinewy features of the vixen between my legs. “How beautiful you are tonight, Victoria.”
Lifting her carefully in my arms while rising from the tub, I stepped onto the brick tile, extending my hands for her to join me. Using the plush, oversized towels draped across the rack, we padded each other dry in silence. Guiding Vic to the massive plush, pillow-topped bed, I sat her down on its edge while kneeling deftly before her. Placing my head on her knees, I lingered, relishing the heat radiating from her silky, soft skin.