Two Player Games: (Corrupted 5-8)

by Klaire, Jamie

  He stops his story, looking as embarrassed as he did when he started. "I've never done that, but the joke around the precinct right now is 'buy yourself a rubber girlfriend' or 'it's a rubber glove kind of night."

  "Interesting." I'm the first to break the silence. "I'm not sure if I am really impressed at their ingenuity or if I'm kind of grossed out. No. I think I'm impressed. That's quite smart."

  "No clean up." Roger said.

  Kate said, "That's true. Like a condom. I've never heard of that before."

  Caleb said, "Speaking of clean up, we got a call this afternoon. A guy chopped his fingers off by trying to fix his lawn mower while it was still running. I won't go into all the gory details because that's not the point of the story. Anyway, the ambulance is there and I'm trying to find out what happened. He said he was reaching under there to fix something. Said he couldn't figure it out when it was off, so he was trying to figure it out while it was running. So I asked him, "Why did you reach under? Why not turn it over if you felt you had to keep it running?"

  "He turned to me like I was the stupidest person on the planet for even asking. He said, 'Well duh, everyone knows if you turn it over while it's running it becomes a helicopter. I couldn't risk it flying away.' True story."

  Caleb stayed a few minutes more, and mentioned that a few detective spots were opening up soon, and he was going to take the detective test. He said it would be a week or so before he found anything out, but he felt positive about the possible move. That was definitely worth another drink, it was Michael's turn so he bought a round from a passing shot girl.

  Midnight came shortly after and Kate and Michael started saying goodbyes. Caleb said he should probably get back to his table, and he said goodbye to Kate and Michael, and told Roger and I to come by his table later on, he'd buy. I laughed and said 'Ashlee will love that.'

  "She's not here anymore. She got pissed and left. It's just Mark, Maria and Jean over there now."

  I said maybe and walked Kate to the door while Michael closed out their tab. Kate whispered to me, "You know, Caleb hasn't gone to That Other Club with us a single time since you split up. His birthday party was the last time."

  I had noticed that myself. Kate and Michael always left around midnight, and I always saw Caleb still in the bar until I left. I never knew if he just went later, after I left, or not. I guess now I knew.

  "Interesting." Was all I said.

  Kate, thankfully, left it at that. She changed the subject. "I like Roger. He seems nice."

  "He is. I like him too." I said with a smile as Michael came to claim Kate. Once they left I headed back to Roger, planning on giving him my full attention.

  Chapter 10

  An Offer I Couldn't Refuse

  The next day was a Saturday and I spent it alone, working. I had spent last night at Roger's but he had to drop me off at home early this morning to head to work. He'd only had a few beers last night knowing he would be working soon, so he was bright and cheerful when he dropped me off. I guess all those years of having to get up at the butt-crack of dawn in the military had made him a morning person, he'd already been out for a run when he woke me up. Better him than me, I thought. But I did enjoy the results, that man was beautifully sculpted, and I made sure to enjoy every inch of him before he took me home.

  He was riding to Vegas this morning on the same flight we met on, then his work day began. Since he was based out of Vegas, he would pilot whatever flights in and out of there, and then catch a ride home. We planned to go to dinner when he got back, he'd have a few days off again then.

  I thought about him a lot as I worked. I'd had a few first dates between Caleb and Roger over the past year and a half, but Roger was the first guy to get a second date, and the only one I'd been with since Caleb.

  It was nice to be in a normal relationship again, one that didn't involve other people or sex clubs. I had to admit there were some parts about the sex clubs I had enjoyed, and did occasionally miss. I loved the dressing up. The theme nights were a lot of fun. I did miss having the ability to take my top off whenever it pleased me, and not get arrested. I missed the shadow box, too. Dancing as a silhouette always made me feel sexy, like a Bond girl. Oh and the visuals. We saw some sexy shit in those clubs.

  My mind drifted back as I drove, flashing on some of Caleb and my adventures over that hot summer, both inside and out of the clubs. Like the time I threw my panties at him in traffic, and he got pulled over by another cop. The time he tried to drive me through Jack in the Box at 2 am, naked. Then there was our first visit to That Other Club, were I kissed a girl for the first time, purely to drive Caleb crazy. Then there was everything we saw and did at The Lakehouse. Now that place was intense. A room full of curtained beds. The orgy rooms.

  And then there was the time Caleb accidentally fucked the lady beside us. The night that I completely blacked out and still can't remember anything. Finding out Caleb was texting women from those clubs. And of course, Caleb's birthday party. Yeah, I didn't miss those kinds of nights at all. Those nights are what ultimately ended Caleb and I. I was happy to give it all up and was looking for love, marriage and babies. Caleb wanted none of those things. I was surprised to hear from Kate that Caleb had never gone back, as far as she knew.

  Now how did I get on the topic of Caleb when I was thinking about Roger? I brought my thoughts back on track. Roger. A hot, romantic, normal relationship. I was happy with Roger. I enjoyed him immensely. His sense of humor, his ability to laugh at himself, his sweet, romantic side, and his body. Oh yeah, I liked his body a lot. The sex was fantastic. Sweet, sexy, amazing love-making.

  I couldn't help but compare it to Caleb. I think Caleb and I made love once, maybe twice. Everything else was fucking. Hot, pulse-pounding, tied down, shaved and vibrated fucking. Maybe I could introduce a bit of that into my relationship with Roger. Later on. Our relationship was so young, that stuff could still be in my future again, and in the meantime, well... the slow, sensuous, thorough love making was perfect.

  Yeah so maybe he hadn't taken me against his car on the side of the road, but we didn't have to run when some stranger stopped his car and wanted to join us either. So, I guess there are tradeoffs for everything, and right now trading a Caleb for a Roger seemed like a better fit for me. I'll always remember my times with my bad-boy cop, but a romantic, open, honest, safe relationship with a guy who makes me laugh and looks like a sex on a stick was exactly what I needed.

  Days later, when Roger picked me up for our dinner date, I was more than ready for a relaxing night out with a sexy man. I filled Roger in on my not-so-productive day. I was trying to serve a guy with his child support papers at work as I was having no luck at home. I put on my courier/ delivery chick outfit of jeans, a polo t-shirt and ball cap with my ponytail hanging out the back and headed for his office with my delivery.

  It went well, his secretary called him out to sign for something, and I was out of the office and heading for the elevator before he knew what hit him. And that's where my day went bad.

  I got in the elevator, hit the button for the ground floor and pulled my car keys out of my jeans pocket as the doors started to close. As I yanked my keys out of my pocket, they snagged on something, so I yanked harder than normal. They cleared my pocket, but proceeded to slip out of my hand, slide across the elevator floor and head straight for the slit in the track where the doors close. It was a small ring with only my car key and my house key on it, so it fit perfectly down the little hole. The whole thing happened so fast the doors hadn't even closed yet, so I thrust my hand out to stop the doors, and looked down the hole like I was actually going to be able to see them laying on the concrete slab four floors below me or something.

  As I leaned over, trying in vain to figure out how in the hell that had just happened, I felt my phone slide out of the shirt pocket of the polo, where I had stashed it on my way to the guy's office. It fell out, landed hard and also slid toward the crack. I caught it in a panic, although it prob
ably wouldn't have fit, but the panic was real all the same. As I caught it, the doors closed and the elevator dropped me off on the ground floor. I held the doors open trying to see if I could see my keys through the crack now that I was on the ground floor. Nope. Damn, it's dark down that slit.

  Shit. Now what. I looked for any access doors but didn't see any. I stepped into the first ground floor business I found, and told the receptionist my story. She was kind enough to call the management company, who called the elevator maintenance people on my behalf.

  The bad news was that the elevator charged a three hundred dollar minimum for a service call, but the good news was they were actually coming out today anyway, on something else. The other bad news was that they could show up anytime in the next six hours, and there was no guarantee they could find the keys.

  "So," I told Roger over dinner, "I did get my keys back, for free, but my entire day was shot. I spent the whole day on a bench outside the elevator bank. I so needed tonight, you and this glass of wine."

  Roger laughed in sympathy and refilled my glass as soon as I set it back down. I had missed him. I watched him as he poured, the muscles in his forearm played in the candlelight and the hairs on his arm glowed softly. I wondered how it would feel if he used that hand and arm to spank my naked ass until it glowed pink.

  I felt my face glow pink instead, and wondered where those thoughts came from. 'Down girl.' I scolded myself. 'If you attack him right here in the restaurant he'll never take you out in public again.' Then I thought, 'That might not be all bad, he can just keep me tied up on his bed instead.'

  I shook off those thoughts and tried to concentrate on what he was saying, instead of on the way his mouth looked as he spoke.

  "Maybe we should skip the movie. You've had a rough day. I could take you home instead, lay you down across my bed and give you a massage. I have baby oil."

  It took me a minute to answer. I wasn't sure if I was hearing him correctly or if my imagination was running wild again, this time putting words in his mouth.

  "Ahem." I cleared my throat and tried again. "Did you say baby oil?"

  "Yes. I think I may have a candle or two as well. Should we get this bottle of wine re-corked and take this conversation home? I've missed you. Sitting through a movie in a dark, crowded theatre might get us in trouble."

  "Now that is the best offer I've had all day."

  Chapter 11

  Slick Moves

  We got to his house quickly. I wouldn't be surprised if he received a few red-light camera tickets in his mailbox in the next week or so, some of those stops weren't quite full, legal stops.

  He poured us each a glass of the wine, threw me two towels and dug around until he found a few candles. He grinned at me and said, "Follow me."

  He led me into his bedroom, placing the candles and wine on a dresser. He started lighting candles and laid one of the towels across the bed. He pointed to the adjoining bathroom and the towel I was still holding and said I could change in there, and to come out in only the towel.

  I took a sip of my wine, watching him prepare over the rim of the glass. I put my glass on the dresser next to his, placed my towel beside them and started to slowly strip where I was standing instead. When he turned to face me after turning some soft music on low, I had already taken my jeans and shoes off and stood there in only my long button-down shirt, slowly unbuttoning each button.

  He stopped what he was doing to watch me, grin spreading over his face. I unbuttoned every button and let the shirt fall in a puddle at my feet, standing now in only my panties and bra.

  I reached behind me and released my bra, letting it fall as well. I started to wiggle out of my panties too, but he stopped me.

  "Are those special panties? Would you mind if they were ruined with oil? If not, keep them on. I like panties."

  "As you wish, sir."

  He motioned for me to lie on the towel he had spread out on the bed, and as I got situated I watched him kick off his shoes and take off his shirt. He looked amazingly sexy in the candlelight in nothing but a snug pair of jeans.

  He poured some oil into his hands, rubbing them together to spread and warm the oil. "Close your eyes."

  He started on my calves, the warm oil gliding under his hands. "I'm not trained in this stuff, or anything. I plan on just touching and squeezing whatever it pleases me to touch and squeeze, but I do know the one biggest secret to a massage."

  "What is that?"

  "To never break contact. To always have at least one hand on you at all times, otherwise you wonder where I am, you start looking around and thinking instead of enjoying." He paused in his talking as his hands slid up to the backs of my thighs. "I learned that one on TV."

  I giggled at that, enjoying his firm strokes up and down the lengths of my legs, his thumbs grazing my bottom with every pass. The next stroke started behind my knees, ran up my thighs, and over my panty clad bottom, squeezing slowly as he slid up to my lower back. I groaned my pleasure. "That feels so good."

  "Good. That's kind of the point." He said as he massaged my back. His hands slid over my shoulders, up onto my neck, and then down the edges of my back, fingers grazing the sides of my breasts. I felt myself melting under his touch.

  I could feel him climb onto the bed on his knees. He settled his knees even with my thighs, straddling my legs, and he sat back on his feet. His hands concentrated on my upper thighs, my bottom and my lower back. He kept one hand on my skin, as promised, and I heard him fumble with the bottle of oil, squeezing more out, this time directly onto my thin panties.

  He used both hands to rub it in, soaking my panties as he rubbed and squeezed my ass. His hands spread apart, massaging my hips and sliding his fingers around toward my stomach, rubbing my hip bones and then back down over my bottom, lifting and squeezing my cheeks. His thumbs slid under the edge of my panties as he rubbed.

  He had all of his fingers under my panties, his palms sliding around. He changed his grip keeping his palms on the curve of my bottom but sliding his thumbs along the edge of my panty line, following that line between my legs. He rotated his hands so his fingers were now sliding between my lips, teasing me.

  Both hands now sliding back over my ass and up my back once again, thumbs massaging along both sides of my spine, up to my neck and back down again. He slid his hands along the sides of my breasts, his fingers exploring.

  He sat up on his knees and told me to roll over. I rolled under him, between his legs, settling onto my back as he watched me. He dripped more oil onto me from above, letting it dribble onto my stomach and over both breasts. He started rubbing it into the skin on my stomach with both hands.

  He looked up into my eyes, watching my reactions as he took one finger and started smearing the oil around an erect nipple. "If only baby oil tasted better, I would lick it off of you, body part by body part."

  I moaned as he lightly flicked one nipple, and then pinched it, slick under his fingertips. His other hand slid up to my other breast, spreading oil there too. His strong hands slid and squeezed and pressed both breasts together as I started to buck a little under his hips.

  He sat up, lifting his weight from me and allowing his hands access lower down my body. He swung his leg off of me and settled beside me instead, so his hands could wander freely over my entire body. He slid his right hand down my stomach, under my panties, and without any slow teasing slid directly home, sliding inside me from the oil on his fingers and the wetness that had soaked me.

  He used his thumb to draw circles over my clit as his fingers slid in and out of my wetness. My panties were see-through, soaked with oil. I bucked and moaned under his hand rocking against his fingers. My skin gleamed with oil in the glow of the soft candle light.

  I ran my hand over myself, picking up oil from my body and then ran my slick hand over Roger's chest, the oily area a glowing contrast to his clean, dry skin. I ran my hand down his stomach, following his line of hair to the button of his jeans. It took both hands t
o pop his button free and I pulled, watching the zipper drop lower as I yanked the two halves apart.

  I placed my palm flat against the hardness of him, a distinct outline under his boxer briefs. I tugged his jeans and briefs over his hips and gasped as he sprung free. I rubbed my palms over my own stomach and breasts to pick up more oil, and slid my oiled palms over him, tip to base and back up again. He groaned his approval, breathing harder.

  "Get naked, I want you sliding over me." I demanded. He complied quickly, rejoining me naked. He straddled me again, this time with his knees just under my arm pits, sliding his cock between my oiled breasts. He teased my nipple with the tip of him, and then slid between my breasts again as I squeezed them close for him.

  He slid down over me, on top of me, until we were eye to eye with his hard cock pressing against my stomach, sliding down, down until he teased my lips by sliding between them, not yet inside me but almost. Sliding between my lips, the head of him throbbing against my clit.

  I kept my legs together, he still straddled my thighs, almost pushing inside me. He slid himself between my slick thighs pressing, pressing until I couldn't take it anymore and I rocked my hips slightly, allowing him to slide home. A deep moan escaped him as he thrust again and again, pulling out to slide between my thighs, thrusting forward, past my lips and inside me once again.