by Evelyn Glass
“Hi, Nicole; we’ve never met. I’m Max’s assistant, Cathy. May…may I talk to you for a few moments?” she asked, trying to sound polite, but Nicole also felt that it was important to this woman, Cathy.
“Yes, sure. How can I help you?”
“Well, first of all this might not be the time, how are you feeling? I mean, after what you went through—”
“Please, Cathy. I’m fine. You feel nervous and it feels like a nervousness about something you want, something important to you. So, talk to me and if I can, I’ll help, all right?”
Cathy nodded and her body language smoothed into something Nicole almost envied. Cathy was now an executive level power-woman and not the bundle of nerves she was at the doorway. “Wow, I wish I could do that,” Nicole said with a smile.
“What?”
“That, what you just did. You’re so… powerful now. Like you could just say ‘do this’ and most people would be doing it before they realized they didn’t know who you were.”
Cathy studied her and then laughed, “Really? Max makes me feel like that sometimes. He’s just so…”
“Commanding. Like you just believe he knows what he’s doing so you want to follow, because you’re so sure it will be safe.”
Cathy nodded eagerly, “Exactly. The nice thing is, he normally does know what he is doing.”
“So, what can I help you with?” she asked.
Cathy studied her and said, “You know, in just the last few minutes, I’m … maybe you just are natural and can’t ‘cause you don’t know. But… sorry… anyway, I’ve been with Max since before his wife died. I was with them when she passed and then with him in New York and all points in between. The core of us, his personal staff, who travel with him – Bill, James, Sally, and myself – we could see…we could see he wasn’t Max anymore. He died with her. He loved her so much that he just died with her.” Cathy looked at her hands, “I tried everything. We all did. I even tried sleeping with him. I don’t think Sally ever did, but, well, I love Max and seeing him like that was really hard. But even sleeping with him didn’t help.”
She looked at Nicole, “And then he spent two days with you. Well, three I guess, but he came back walking like a real man again. I was so happy that I could have screamed and hugged him in public. I swear. It was so hard not to break out the wine glasses and dance on the plane as we flew to Portland. Anyway, you’ve been really good for him, but now you’re retiring, obviously. I don’t want him to slip back. So, I was wondering if, if what you did could be taught? And if it could, would you teach me?”
Nicole thought about that, “Most of what I did, I taught myself. I don’t think any of it was natural to me. I may have some natural empathy or something like that, but what I did was very specific and based on sound studies about sex and psychology, and my bubble theory. I haven’t run across anything yet that matches my bubble theory. I built it from several schools of thought by taking one piece from one and another piece from another, so it’s not wholly mine. But to answer your question, yes. I think it can be taught. I don’t know if I’m skilled enough to teach it, but it can be learned. I know that because I learned it. And yes, definitely, especially for Max, I would try my best to teach you.”
“My schedule is fairly tight —” Cathy began.
“Mine isn’t. And there is Skype and email,” Nicole offered. “It might be good for me to really sit down and go through it, to write it out, to focus that kind of energy into it.”
“I want to pay you for this. We pay our own way and there’s nothing more valuable than knowledge, especially knowledge from experience that works.” Cathy told her. “So, let’s work that out, too. All right?”
“Max means a great deal to me; it feels odd, but all right, because I know he would demand to pay me, as well. I’m guessing we’re going to be hush-hush about this until you are confident in your skills.”
“I think that would be wise, don’t you?” Cathy asked.
“I never, ever, let them see the woman behind the curtain. It wouldn’t, and I really believe this, wouldn’t help them to know what is going on, and having them know would only make it harder to pop the bubble.”
“You’ve used that term several times now, bubble. Can you explain that much to me today?” Cathy asked.
“Sure,” Nicole said and sat up and began teaching Cathy about wealthy, powerful men. A subject that Cathy, until this moment, really believed she had a clear understanding of.
Two hours later, Cathy was taking notes and slightly flabbergasted, “I have to say that this isn’t what I expected to be learning today. I mean, you were a call girl, so I expected to be taught — “
“Pussy tricks?” Nicole smiled.
“Um, yes,” she blushed. “Pussy tricks.”
“We’ll get to those, but I’m sure you understand that they’re useless without this happening first. This is what broke down the wall and let Max grieve. As soon as his bubble popped, as soon as he was in the present, he broke down. He stayed with me because I told him to after that. He was shattered. I couldn’t just let him walk out like he was the next morning. By the second day, I could have let him go and felt all right about it, but I still had another day off and it felt good to be with someone who was being so human with me.”
“You didn’t have sex with him at all?” Cathy asked, a little amazed.
“The third day, before he left, we had sex. Then I showered him, got him into clean clothes, and he called his driver,” Nicole told her.
Cathy looked down at all of her notes, “Wow, you could make a fortune selling this.”
“I have a fortune. Cole, Max, you, Lou, Jim, Brian, even Rat, came into a firefight and saved me from a lunatic. How much is that on the spreadsheet?”
Cathy grinned at her, “Cole seems very serious about you.”
“So I’ve heard. I’m very serious about him.”
“Kind of a frightening man, though. I mean, he’s got the same kind of vibe going on that Max does, but so much more…savage,” Cathy estimated.
“Once you hit the wild side, you never go back,” Nicole told her with a laugh, “and yeah, savage is a good word. Wow.”
Cathy laughed and put her hand to her lips, “Oh you are bad.”
“Do you have your laptop to with you?” Nicole asked.
“Yeah, sure; what do you need?”
“Look up Ben Wa balls and get some for our next lesson. Also look up pompoir, which is a pussy technique you can learn from using the Ben Wa balls.” Cathy, Nicole noted, was nearly a computer herself the way she took in and processed information.
“Is this… real?” Cathy asked a few minutes later.
Nicole looked down at herself in her hospital gown and shrugged, “Here, put two fingers inside me.”
“What?”
“We’re not lezing out; just do it,” Nicole told her.
Cathy hesitated for a moment and then did what she was told to. Once her fingers were in, Nicole began pompoir and Cathy’s eyes turned into amazed saucers. “How… I mean… holy shit!” Cathy stuttered.
“That’s exactly what they say,” Nicole laughed.
Cathy sat back in her chair again, staring at her, “Oh, I have got to learn how to do that. Have to.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
The next morning, Cole showed up with fresh clothing and a helmet so she could ride home with him.
As she walked into the house, after what felt like years of being gone, she told him, “Your shades of brown have never looked so good.”
“I’m glad you like them,” he smiled.
“Like them? Hell, baby, I’m loving them.”
After a late breakfast, they curled up on the couch together and talked, about everything.
“Next time, talk to me Nicole,” he told her.
“You would have tried to stop me,” she protested.
“And that would have been a bad thing?” he asked.
“Well, other than the part where I was almost
brain-melted and made into marble-eyed house pussy by a deranged psychopath, the plan worked,” she tried.
“Other than that,” Cole nodded.
“Cole, he was Captain that night and yesterday. Dark Lou is far more ruthless than maybe even you can comprehend. If the Horsemen didn’t back down in a day, maybe two days, after discovering that he was who you were really up against, he would have brought in serious numbers, on his own, to force you to. It would have been bloody as hell and for what? I mean really? I couldn’t have lived with it, Cole. I kept imagining you and Brian dead on the highway somewhere, and I simply could not live with it knowing I could have stopped it. And yes, with Milwaukee and Detroit riding in, you might have taken them. You might have won, but at what cost, Cole?”
“All, very good, reasonable points, except the part where I can’t live without you either,” he told her.
Nicole bit her lip and snuggled in to him, “Yeah, I kind of skipped over that part. I’m sorry. I wasn’t looking to hurt you.”
“I know you weren’t, nor I you, but the only way we get through real stuff, stuff like that, is together, all right?”
“Yes. I can live with that.”
They simply sat with each other for nearly an hour, enjoying the contact and completion between them, before she asked, “So are you going on another coke run?”
He shook his head and restfully answered, “I don’t think so. It was good money, but I don’t like being away from you that long and the risk is pretty high, hence the pay. Besides, I may give some of the offers I’ve received some serious thought and perhaps even pursue one or two.”
“Offers?” she asked, sitting back from him so she could see his face.
“Yeah, a couple. Max offered a position at the docks in higher-level security. He also has a few positions in his buildings that need to be filled. We talked about that and my outrider experience and he hit on the idea of being something like an outrider for all of his holdings in Chicago, which would be like a bodyguard service or executive security. This was bigger, so we played around with coverage, areas and response versus demand times. Then Brian pitched in with some ideas and it evolved into something that seriously interested both Max and myself. I think Max and I were just feeling each other out until Brian and his brain showed up.”
“So, no jealous feeling with Max at all?”
“Baby, if it weren’t for Max, I would still be trying to figure out how to get you out of that house. So, jealous? No. Grateful? Very much so,” Cole told her. “Later on, after Max left to get some rest with Cathy, Lou came by and talked about helping him with the call girl service. Getting it up, working as liaison between him and the Horsemen. I wasn’t sure how you would feel about that, though, and told him so. But the offer is open pending discussion with you.”
“So Lou really is going to take it over,” she confirmed.
“Already has. He started that same night, bringing in men to go over information, contacts, calendars, and anything else they could find. He had accountants going through the books by midnight that night. When the first receptionist showed up in the morning, he was told there was a change in management but his job was the same. Get to work. And he did,” Cole smirked. “From what Lou says, the kid was even happy about it.” Cole searched her eyes, “So, any plans on your side?”
“Nope, not really. I’m going to do a correspondence pussy school with Cathy, so she can take over my position with Max,” she told him off-handedly.
Cole’s eyebrows came up, “Correspondence, pussy, school,” he repeated, feeling the words, trying to shape the concept in his mind.
“Sure,” she said, nodding vigorously, but keeping her voice matter of fact. “Cathy thinks it will catch on and I could have lots of students in positions like hers, and maybe some call girls will want some training. Jim said I had the best reputation on the East coast and Cathy said that my regular fee was higher than anyone else’s, and getting an extra day with me, at any given time, normally meant paying double or even triple without at least a thirty-day notice. So, why not teach pussy tricks?”
“Maybe you should begin with Lou’s call girls,” he suggested.
“Or I could just marry you and be a house wife, popping out a few babies after a few years and living happily ever after,” she said.
“True,” he agreed. “Since you’re already a millionaire, you could easily hold up your end of the partnership.”
“That money is for retirement and the boys,” she informed him sternly, and then listed, “College, weddings, soccer, little league. That shit costs money, and times three? That’s a lot baby.”
“Yeah and all those SUVs you’ll be going through, driving them around for all that stuff,” he added with thoughtfulness.
“No! No SUVs and no soccer mom butt! I told you that already.”
That night, after a nice dinner and a few drinks at the club, she pulled him gently into the bedroom and then turned as he crossed the threshold to pull his shirt out from his pants.
“We’ve been living on quickies too long, lover,” she told him.
“Are you comparing our recent love life to a fast food diet?” he asked.
She thought about that with her leaning head back, “No, perhaps more like a trail-food diet.”
“Granola nut blow jobs,” he mused, playing with the words in his mouth.
Undressed and lying in bed, they explored each other, seeking to soothe as much as seeking pleasure. Their hands massaged and rubbed passion deep into each other’s muscles. Their lips and tongues sought out areas both pleasant to experience and pleasant to incite.
Over an hour passed before Cole said, “Wow, you’re right. Man cannot live by quickies alone.”
“Very glad you feel that way, lover,” she sighed and twisted into a pleasant stretch — warmed by the way his hands nourished her skin and muscles, basking in the way they kneaded and nurtured. God, she loved those hands.
He entered her while she was spooned against him and she moaned with loving delight as he continued his massage and deep rubbing while he stretched her open and filled her with his cock. She arched and ran her claws back behind her, across the back of his neck and through his thick hair with slow deep intent. “God what you do to me, lover,” she moaned.
Her first orgasm was during this slow, penetrating embrace, and it rose from inside golden light, but its climax shuddered down deep.
Her convulsions were body-length, whipping up her like slow motion ocean waves, rolling through her from toe to hip to head. She rolled and rolled inside his embrace, his hands urging her climax to depths that were yet unexplored. Her moans were resonant, undulating sounds from deep in her lungs, guttural and primal.
Nicole had no idea how long she rode those ocean waves, but when Cole rolled her forward and pressed into her prone ass with his hips, she knew she was about to be the object of his fully aroused lust. Shudders trembled her ass and thighs and rippled up her back with the anticipation of his coming ravishment.
When his teeth found the back of her neck and scored deeply across her energized skin, she braced herself, and clutched at the bed sheets, her eyes wide and expectant. “Oh shit,” she whimpered in a whispered, strained voice as her anticipation reached its own emotional climax. Then he began to plunge into her with growing speed and energy.
She clawed and wailed and tried to lift her ass to meet him, but his power slammed down into her so hard, pounding her into the mattress so deep, she could barely think about doing anything before his next thrust plunged her again. In this position, he filled her like never before and his thrusts were assaulting her g-spot with unrelenting incitements.
Nicole had never experienced a g-spot orgasm before and when it hit, she was completely ambushed. Instead of beginning in the depths of her gut, down deep inside of her, and then washing out, the orgasm began everywhere and then went everywhere. Her fingers, her toes, her fucking hair, were all suddenly wrapped and enveloped by an agonizing release of pleasu
re. She didn’t even thrash. There were no spasms or convulsions, because everything happened everywhere. Her whole body just went wide.
Total electrocution was how she would describe it to a wide-eyed Angie the next day. “And it just wouldn’t stop. I really thought this is it; I’m going to die,” she reported with nervous laughter.
Her climax stopped after Cole’s body shuddered and twisted and then drove his own climax into her. After his climax, he rolled to his side, pulling her into a spooning position against him. She was limp and her muscles hummed with the echoes of the energy that just left her. In his arms, however, her recovery was amazing. She was sure she was going to lay there rag-dolled for the rest of the night, but the rush of her afterglow was close to being drug induced. Like she was just jacked with a blitz of golden fire.
“Holy fuck, Cole; what a rush!” she whispered excitedly. She sat up, turned, and kissed him, “I’ll get us some beers.”
“Hmm?” he murmured through his exhaustion.
“Hungry?” she asked.
“Hmmm.”
“Well, I’ll be right back,” she giggled, and kissed him again, and as she skipped out into the hall she mused, “I wonder if it is too late to call Cathy?”
“Hmm.”
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
Five Years Later
Nicole sat in her home office, visiting with Cathy, who was now Cathy Rozzi, on Skype. “So, where are you guys now?” she asked the stunning redhead.
“We’re here in Chicago. I’m at home. He’s out at the horse stables. One of his mares is going to give birth within the week, so he’s up there full time to be there when it happens,” Cathy told her. “He told me he’s retiring last night and to begin clearing his calendar of any new business coming in after the first and limiting his involvement where I can from that point forward.”
“That’s great!” Nicole shouted, “God! I wish I could hug you right now!”