by Dee Dawning
I—we were rich. It was tempting to try another machine but I knew people would be watching us, so I cashed the check at the cashier and handed eleven hundred eight dollars to my lover.
After taking it, a look of surprise covered his face. “What's this?"
"Your half."
"I can't take this.” He handed it back. “You keep it."
"All right, but let's get out of here."
* * * *
We had about three hours to kill before Rachel had to be back to Pokey's so we went to a Cineplex.
There were eight movies playing. I wanted see to the action movie with Tom Cruise, but Rachel would have none of it. Instead, she wanted to see a romantic comedy with Reese Witherspoon. She was adamant, so I agreed.
Rachel made me agree—no hanky panky in the theater so we were sitting like angels watching the movie when Rachel leaned over and whispered, “Isn't she the most gorgeous thing you ever saw."
I thought about that a minute. I always thought she was gorgeous and she is, but when I revisited the vision of Rachel walking to the stage last night, she was the most gorgeous thing I ever saw. “Next to you maybe."
She smiled, squeezed my hand and whispered, “You're just saying that."
"May God strike me dead if I'm lying."
She laid her head on my shoulder and whispered, “You're sweet. Do you think CC looks like her?"
"Maybe a little, but without breasts."
"CC has breasts. They're small but nice.” She said. Realizing she had spoken aloud, she looked around worried, but everyone seemed to have ignored her outburst.
I put my arm around her. “I'll take your word for it. Actually, Chloe reminds me more of Christina Aguilera,” I whispered.
"She does now that you mention it, without the breasts."
I started laughing and she joined me, before a chorus of shushes silenced us.
After that, we behaved and didn't speak again, except when I went to get popcorn and a drink.
The movie was more romance than comedy as advertised. Nevertheless, I wound up liking it. It was good thing the theater was dark, because there was a sad part near the end of the movie where I cried. It was obvious Rachel had too, but I didn't say anything. During the sad part, I thought of Rachel and wondered if she was thinking of me. I wondered if I was falling in love and hoped if I was, that she was falling in love, too.
The movie got out at six o'clock. Just right to get to Pokey's and get ready, with a few minutes to spare.
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Chapter Six
The Challenge
"An orgasm a day keeps the doctor away."
—Mae West
The dressing room remained a mess from the previous evening. Except for the makeup and perfume that Rachel had retrieved, the room was strewn with bottles and jars, plastic and glass, broken and not. The dressing table's left front leg was still broken and the grouping of drawers on the left continued to rest on the floor. The dressing table mirror, which had innocuously cracked in the upper right hand corner and the bottom left hand corner, had yet to be fixed also.
After Rachel and I appraised the chaos, she turned to me, a wicked look in her eye. “This afternoon when you were behind me, up against me, fondling me, I could feel your hardness and I wanted you."
She slid her blouse over her head. “I can feel that you're hard. Take your clothes off and take me."
I was hard. Rachel had a way of affecting me that way. Turning around as she requested, I quickly undressed.
"Hurry!” she said, “I can't wait. I'm so-o-o ready. Just shove your shaft in me."
When I was naked, eyeballed her extraordinary ass taunting me.
Bending over the cockeyed dressing table with her legs spread wide, she was watching my reflection in the mirror, waiting for me to ram my rod inside her. The rim of her sex was visible to me, peeking out at the bottom of her perfectly rounded ass. Drops of crème rested between her folds. Bending down, I pried her cheeks apart exposed her tantalizing twat. The pungent aroma of her aroused pussy was like a fine perfume to my libido. As my hands wandered over her perfect butt, she wriggled.
When I began kissing her cheeks she asked, “What are you doing?"
"I'm admiring the most perfect posterior I have even seen."
"Well, we're running out of time and if you want to unload, you better stick your perfect prick into my perfect pussy."
Internally, I laughed and my heart swelled at the joy of being with Rachel. My tongue lapped up her crème. She squirmed as I ran fingers between her moist folds. Standing up, I could see her reflection in the cracked mirror, as she could me. She smiled and as I smiled back, I jammed my bulging cock into her. At my abrupt intrusion, she gasped. Though she must have expected it, it seemed to shock her. She stiffened and her snatch tightened around me. Then slowly, I felt her open. A welcoming wet warmth to my penile invasion.
I pulled my cock nearly out for a second plunge. She gasped again.
"How does it feel?"
"Full—ooh!"
I jammed it in two more times. “Are you all right? Am I being too rough?"
"I'm fine. Can you rub my clit ... and my nipples?"
"I'll do what I can."
My hand wrapped around her thigh, fingers fondling her clit. Fingers on my other hand massaged her nipples.
I could tell from the way my cock was sliding in so easily while she was squirming and moaning she was primed.
Hurry ... CC could be here any minute. Mmmm,” she said breathlessly.
We were fucking in steady rhythm. I was stroking her, rubbing her clit and fondling her nipples. She was so juiced up that her slit was wetter than the fountain at the Hilton. Then, just as the door opened, Rachel had an orgasm, the gyrations of which caused me to follow.
* * * *
I watched as a man and woman entered, Lester, the handsome African American of medium height that I had nodded to and Chloe, the fetching, slender natural blonde I had met the previous evening.
Since we were to the side of and behind the door, they didn't notice us as they panned the residual mess we had created with scattered makeup, my clothes etc.
Chloe apparently heard Rachel gasping and moaning and spotted us first. A smile crossed her face as her hand went up to her mouth, three of her fingers hiding her smile. Lester, hearing the giggle that escaped through her fingers, turned to see what caused it.
Although I was expecting to see a shocked look on his face, the only way I can describe it would be a look of horror.
"What are you doing?” he yelled.
"We just finished screwing."
"I can see that. I was addressing Rachel."
Looking in the mirror and breathing heavily, Rachel answered, “Like he said ... we were screwing. It was great too. Scott, this is Lester ... my ex-agent and his lovely consort ... Chloe, whom you've met."
Hesitant to pull away and expose our sexes, I reached my right hand across our bodies to shake his hand. “Good to meet you, Lester."
He jumped back as if I was contaminated. “I'm not going to shake your hand. Who knows where it has been."
Humpf. Prissy bastard. “No place bad. It's only been in Rachel's vagina."
Chloe laughed. Smiling coyly, she shook my hand. “Good to see you again, Scott."
She was clearly enjoying the show. Her body language indicated she was getting juiced up as well. “I'm really enjoying your exhibition Rachel, getting some great pointers too. I hate to be a killjoy, but you need to wrap this up. It's almost seven o'clock."
Lester added, “Yes, Rachel, you need to get this wrapped up. It's imperative that we talk. You needn't have taken our breakup so hard that you took up with this ... this ruffian."
"What do you want to talk to her about—Lester?"
"None of your business,” he said haughtily.
"As Rachel's boyfriend, I make it my business. Right, honey?"
"Right sweetheart. Chloe's right though. We need
to hurry."
"Boyfriend? You're not her boyfriend. I'm her boyfriend!"
Chloe, clearly annoyed said, “What do you mean, you're her boyfriend?"
"Well, if you're her boyfriend, how come you're not pissed as all hell?” I pulled my semi-hard penis out, and arms crossed, turned to face him. “Cause I'm the one who has his dick in Rachel's fine pussy."
Lester turned red. “I'm not staying here another minute. Rachel, I'll be in the lounge. We can talk there. C'mon Chloe."
Chloe didn't budge. “I'm not coming until you explain what you meant."
"Chloe, c'mon now!"
Transfixed on the Scott and Rachel sex show, she wouldn't even look at him.
With Lester out of sight, Rachel disengaged and quickly slipped a robe on. “I need to get ready for the show.” She found some of her makeup on the floor. “I'll just be another minute, Chloe.” she added quickly.
I yelled after the retreating Lester, “I'll be out shortly, also. And I would like to discuss further with you, just who is Rachel's boyfriend!"
Rachel who was now decent started laughing after Lester hi-tailed it out of there, but I was still naked and could feel Chloe's eyes consuming me.
Rachel was still laughing as Chloe sauntered by and stopped. Staring at me seductively, she said, “I like your style.” She ran her forefinger the length of my half-hard penis, scooped up a drip of semen, put her finger in her mouth and winked. Languidly she pulled her finger out. “Mmmm, I enjoyed your, ah ... show. I hope you enjoy ours."
"Hurry up, Rachel,” Chloe smiled, “by the way, I l-o-v-e your boyfriend.” She waved to Rachel as she walked through the door, pulling it shut behind her.
"The nerve of that bitch. First she sleeps with Lester and then she makes a play for you."
"Perhaps, you two should go your own way.” I suggested.
"Maybe. We've been together a long time. She's a flirt. I know she likes to play around and with Lester there was sort of a reason, but this is getting personal."
I felt my face tighten into a frown. “What do you mean?"
"Oh, nothing.” Rachel brushed it off.
I held Rachel tightly and kissed her forehead. “You're too much. I thought I'd laugh out loud when you repeated what I had said, that we had screwed, to Lester."
"We need to get dressed. I have a show to perform and I want you to watch."
* * * *
Once again, I finished dressing while Rachel was still getting ready so I left the dressing room and saddled up to the bar beside Cedric.
"Still kicking around here, huh, Scottie?"
"As long as she'll have me. Haven't even been home yet.” Oops. I shrunk down.
Tiny laughed. “Them Hilton couches are hard on the back, aren't they?"
A smattering of applause rippled through Pokey's. Rachel and Chloe strolled out. Again, I was in awe at how she could transform herself. She wore a full-length, emerald green, satin gown with a turquoise and silver necklace. This time in addition to smiling, she nodded toward me as she passed.
Cedric elbowed me. “How do you like the way she looks tonight?"
"She looks like a dream.” I was having a tough time reconciling the fact that this stunning creature was my lover. “She's everything I could ever want in a woman."
Cedric beamed like a proud father, even though he was only her uncle. “At least you are smart enough to know when you have a treasure, unlike that stupid Lester."
Chloe, who also looked great, in a knee length pink sheath, saw me, held her finger up, and smiled.
While they prepared to start, I took a sip of my greyhound.
Tiny said, “I see Lester is here again. Have you had the pleasure?"
"Sort of. I met him in the girl's dressing room. By the way, you need to send your maintenance man in there. One of the legs on the dressing table broke and makeup and cologne went flying everywhere."
"I'll send him in there tomorrow. So what did you think of Lester?
"I think you'd have to look a long time to find a more pretentious asshole."
"Ain't that the truth."
"What does Lester drink, Tiny?"
"Scotch and soda. Why?"
"We got off to a bad start and had words. I need to smooth things over."
"Why? The guy's a dick. Let him be."
"I agree. He's a dick. I just want to play with his mind a little."
Tiny sat up. “I'm listening."
"Nothing much. I just want to instill a little regret about blowing it with Rachel. I think he is already leaning that way and I want to give him a push."
Tiny laughed. “That's a good one. You are one devious SOB. Can I help?"
"Not to start with. Maybe later."
* * * *
"Scotch and soda, right?"
"What do you want?” Lester asked suspiciously.
"Is that any way to talk to your ex-girlfriend's, new beau?” I offered my hand. “Scott Rader. I washed my hands if you're worried."
Lester smiled tentatively and shook my hand, “Lester Wilkins. You know you really had me going in there?"
I sat down. “How's that?"
He chuckled. “I kind of lost my cool."
"Well, it was sort of a shock."
"Yes, it was. By the way, that guy that was sitting by you at the bar is Rachel's uncle."
"Yeah, I know. Rachel introduced us."
"So, it doesn't matter that she's mixed?"
"Actually, I kind of like it."
"What do you mean?” asked Lester, bemused.
"Surely, you must have thought you were lucky when you were going with her?"
Lester still looked confused.
"Naw! Never mind, you probably would have preferred she looked more African American. But the way I look at it, I lucked into the best of both worlds. A warm, caring, very fine looking woman who possesses the best traits of both her black and white heritage."
Lester's mouth formed a conspiratorial smile. “Actually, I prefer my women white."
"Why's that? You certainly aren't white."
"No particular reason. I've just always been attracted to white women."
"Don't get me wrong, Lester. I'm glad you're out of the picture, so Rachel's all mine, but she appears white. Yet, you cheated on her."
Lester flashed an, ‘I know something you don't,’ smile and said. “I don't want to disappoint you, but I'm not out of the picture. Chloe doesn't know this, but I came here tonight to apologize to Rachel. I made a big mistake. Chloe is a really hot sex partner but she's no Rachel and I'm going to get her back."
This took me aback and made me angry. Just who does this supercilious shit think he is? “But ... we are an item. You saw us screwing!"
"And she found me screwing Chloe. In my case, it was unintended."
"Meaning?"
"Oh, come on. Being black doesn't make me stupid. I saw through your little charade—your grandstanding. Rachel knew Chloe and most likely I'd be along shortly. It was almost time for the show. That whole scene seemed orchestrated."
"We were in the heat of passion and didn't realize what time it was."
"Sure, Scott. Have it your way but I'm putting you on notice. I fucked up and I know it. I'm going to fight for Rachel and I've got one big advantage, beside my dick being larger than yours."
I ignored the insult. “Oh, yeah, what's that?"
He rose. “I'm going to the restroom. You'll hear about it when I tell Rachel."
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Chapter Seven
Trouble?
"Do you think sex is dirty? It is if you do it right."
—Woody Allen
Shortly after Lester left, CC ‘n Cooke went on a break. After fetching a drink from the bartender, the two lovely women took a seat at the table. Rachel sat as close to me as she could and after a few seconds asked, “Well? What do you think?"
"Sorry, I was distracted by something Lester said. You guys are fantastic. I love your music, your vo
ices, everything.” I raised a glass as did the girls and gave a toast. “To the growth and success of CC ‘n Cooke."
Rachel leaned over and whispered, “What distracted you?"
I whispered back. “Lester thinks we put on a little show in your dressing room for him."
"Ah-hum. Since you, guys are going to ignore me. I'm going to the ladies room."
As Chloe got up, Rachel said, “Sorry, Chloe. Scott and I are discussing something personal."
After Chloe nodded and continued to the restroom, Rachel turned to me and asked, “What show?"
"You know, screwing in front of him."
"He thinks we did that on purpose?"
"Yes, but it could work to your advantage."
"How so."
"I think Lester is beginning to regret cheating on you—losing you."
"Really, he's beginning to feel sorry for the shabby way he treated me?"
"I think so, and it's something that could bother him for a long time. I'll tell you a little story about my mother some day."
"Anyway, I think it's already started. He says he made a mistake and he's going to fight for you and he has an advantage, besides having a larger dick. Is his dick larger?"
"Scott. I don't want to think about having sex with that bastard or how big his dick is. Why does he think we put on a show?"
"I don't know. He called it grandstanding. Said it seemed orchestrated."
Rachel frowned. “Scott. You did stall. Be truthful. Were you trying to..."
"No, not on purpose. If I did, it was subconscious. I'm surprised he came to that conclusion."
"It's no surprise, he's pretty smart."
"Who's smart? Lester asked coming up behind Rachel.
I gritted my teeth as dick-head kissed Rachel's cheek, before sitting down.
"Oh, we were talking about Cedric,” she improvised.
"You are looking especially lovely tonight,” said Lester, adding, “Is it the blush of hot sex?"
Rachel's eyes bored into Lester. I smiled when Lester blinked.
"Rachel, honey. I have great news for the two of you. I have lined up a month long engagement for CC ‘n Cooke at the Purple Onion in San Francisco for twenty-five grand. I've already told Chloe and she's very excited. What do you think?"
Rachel's eyes lit up for a minute then went out. “Sounds interesting. When would this be?"