by Dee Dawning
Then he totally disarmed me when, with a sparkle in his eye, said, “Oh, yeah! See if I let you bang me in a men's room at the bottom of a dam anymore!"
I laughed halfway back to Vegas.
* * * *
Time was short, in the dressing room. It was six-forty-six and Rachel hurriedly got undressed, then slipped into some panty hose. The maintenance man had fixed the dressing table and Rachel began applying her makeup.
"How come you don't finish getting dressed before you apply your makeup?"
"Because lover, I don't want to get cosmetics on my gown."
"Ah, that makes sense. Does Chloe put her makeup on naked, too?
"No, she puts her makeup on before she gets here. Why?"
I stood behind Rachel. She smiled at me in the mirror. “Just wondering,” I said as I reached over her shoulders and began to knead her breasts. I gazed at her reflection in the mirror. She had closed her eyes.
She laid her cheek against my arm and I began massaging her nipples. “Mmm, that feels nice. Too bad we don't have more time."
Remembering our dam fling and playing with Rachel's tits was energizing my libido. I was getting hard. As I watched her in the mirror, I began rubbing my erection against the back of her head. “Why? What would you do if we had more time?"
Her eyes opened and I saw the desire burning in them. “Not fair. You're teasing me."
"Yes, I am. What would you do if we had five or ten more minutes?"
She reached behind her head, rubbed my bulge through my jeans and then unzipped the fly. “I'd probably take your penis in my hand and stoke it until it was too hard to go wee wee.” Reaching in, she freed my enlarged shaft of its restraints, and began to stroke it. “Like this.” Tugging on my prick, she led me around to the dressing table. She backed the chair away making enough room for me to stand in front of her. “Then I would lick the top of your prick, running my tongue all around, just under the ridge. Like this."
When her tongue swirled around my hardness, my knees buckled. Shaking, I sat down on the dressing table. Her tongue went to the tip, to the opening of my cock. It felt like I'd cream right there.
"Then I'd take your tasty tickler into my warm mouth. Like this."
True to her word, her mouth swallowed my rigid shaft.
She had just taken me in her mouth when Chloe barged in.
Her eyes grew big and through a smile she asked, “You guys are at again? Don't you ever take a break?"
Rachel stopped and said, “CC, your timing sucks."
"That isn't all that sucks. Don't stop on my account. Boy, that looks good. You guys are making me horny as hell. I wish Lester would do something exciting for a change."
"Speaking of Lester, where is the little prick?” I asked.
"He's in the lounge. He was afraid you would be doing something like this again. That was so funny, last night. I thought I'd die."
She bent down and addressed Rachel. “How is that cocksicle? It looks s-o-o tasty."
Rachel stopped and turned to Chloe. Pausing for a second, she aimed it at Chloe and said, “It is delicious CC, Would you like a taste?"
My mouth dropped open.
Chloe ran her hand gently over the length of my shaft. “Would it be all right with you, Scott?"
I glanced at Rachel, but before she could say anything, Chloe said. “It's tempting but I've got to go and she has to get ready."
"She's right.” Rachel tucked my now fading bundle back inside my slacks. “Is it all right with you if we finish this at a more auspicious time and place?"
Though I understood, I was confused. She must have thought I was disappointed, because she stood up and kissed me. “Poor baby, we'll finish what we've started later. It's a promise."
"Rachel? How come you were going to let her ... suck on me?” I whispered.
Whispering back, “I don't know. Sometimes we share things."
Then Rachel spoke normally, “Now, will you leave us so I can get ready and go over some things with CC?"
"What things?"
She let out a breath. “Arrangements."
"I guess so."
Walking out into the hall, I was been stunned. My fiancée had just offered Chloe the opportunity to blow me. Why? Not that I'm complaining and Chloe sure thought about it. She must spread her legs at a friendly smile.
Standing there a second, I was figuring out what to do. Instead of heading for the bar, I hit the head. After taking a leak, I washed my hands and decided to wash my face and comb my hair too. Feeling better and looking my best, I stepped out into the hall and saw Rachel just leaving the dressing room.
Finally catching up to her, I took her hand as we walked toward the lounge. “You look absolutely stunning tonight."
She squeezed my hand. “Thank you. And thank you for the wonderful day."
"What did you mean when you said you and Chloe have shared things?"
"Scott, honey, do you think I should be asking you about your sexual past?"
"No, but when we first met, you mentioned ménages and I thought you were joking."
Rachel stopped. She let go of my hand and glared at me. Her eyes said don't go there.
I dropped it. Then taking her hand again, I said, “I'm sorry."
We parted and as my quirky love headed for the piano, I noticed Tiny at the bar waving me over.
As I went to join him, holding my hand out, his huge hands grabbed my shoulders instead. I noticed a huge grin, displaying a perfect set of pearly whites, a second before his twenty-six inch biceps engulfed me. “You did it,” he praised. “Mazira is gaga over you.” He pulled away and pointed to the empty stool next to him. “Sit down, Scottie. Let me buy you a drink. Tony! A drink for my niece's boyfriend and another Cuba Libre for me."
Tony looked at me. “Greyhound, right?"
"Right.” I nodded.
Tiny was clearly excited and happy for me. “And you know that stunt you performed this morning, walking out in your birthday suit, with your wanger saluting at attention, actually helped. I thought you were a goner after that one, but she thought it was humorous and said there was something about you that reminded her of Michael—Rachel's father. Honestly, I can't remember the last time Mazira said anything was humorous.” He laughed. “I'll bet it was your flagpole. You know all those white dicks look alike, but I wasn't about to say anything."
Tiny laughed and laughed and I laughed with him.
Chloe had just arrived and CC ‘n Cooke began playing. As my recent interplay with CC played out fresh in my mind, I smiled. Under the circumstances, I thought CC ‘n Cock would be more appropriate.
Our drinks arrived and as I took my first sip, Tiny asked, “Hungry? Have you eaten lately?"
Thinking back, I couldn't remember eating since last night. Then I realized that I was famished. “No, I haven't eaten all day."
"That's not good. You have to keep up your strength for that little honey. It wouldn't surprise me if she's very demanding."
Gazing at Tiny, I wondered how much he knew about his niece. Seemed like a lot.
"C'mon,” grabbing my arm. “I'm hungry, too. Let's get a bite. Course, I'm always hungry."
* * * *
Cedric Coombs, aka Tiny, former lineman for the San Francisco 49ers, was a huge man. As such, he consumed an enormous quantity of food. He started with appetizers—an order of potato skins, onion rings and pork ribs. For the entrée, he ordered one of the house specialties, a thirty-two ounce porterhouse steak with a basket of fries. The salad he skipped. I guess he was dieting, but he had a double helping of French apple pie a la mode for dessert.
"Tiny, if you don't mind my asking, how much do you weigh, or is it a secret?"
"Only from the doctor. I weigh three hundred eighty pounds, give or take. Thirteen years ago, when I played, I weighed three-thirty-five, but I was in prime shape. Now I'm a little flabby."
"How tall are you?"
"Six ten and a half. Anything else, officer?"
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bsp; I laughed. “Since, I'm going to be marrying into the family, I want to get to know my future Uncle-in-law better."
Tiny's eyes grew. “You're marrying Rachel for sure?"
I nodded.
"That's great. I know Rachel mentioned it but it sounded more like a possibility.” He held out his hand as if to shake it and when I took his hand, he yanked me across the seat of the booth and hugged me once more.
"This is so exciting. When's the big day?"
"I wanted to get married before she leaves for Frisco, but she wants to wait until her contract is over, which should be in about thirty-five days."
Tiny pointed at me with a big smile. “Scottie, you are a lucky man."
"Don't I know it!"
"This calls for a celebration. Let's go back in the lounge, have a drink and watch your honey."
Tiny waved for the waitress. “Sally, bring me the check to sign, will you?"
When we got back to the lounge, the two women were taking a twenty-minute break sitting at the table with Lester. Chloe was on the far side of the table, her fist to her chin, staring around and looking upset, while Rachel and Lester appeared to be in a heated discussion. Noticing that Lester had hold of Rachel's hand, I felt a hot flush of anger course through me.
Tiny asked me to take a seat while he got a bottle of champagne. When I went to sit down with Lester and the women, Rachel caught my hand and pulled me down to whisper in my ear. “Sweetheart, we're having an important conversation here. Could you sit over there?” Her head bobbed to the vacant table two over. “I'll join you in a minute."
* * * *
I knew from what Scott had said, that Lester wanted me back, but I figured he would fight fair. Not resort to extortion.
Lester informed CC and I that he had a second engagement lined up in Seattle after Frisco and a following one in Sacramento, but they weren't for CC ‘n Cooke. They were for me, as a solo act. Chloe wasn't invited. The shit, shit on his own girlfriend. After my very disappointed performing partner slid over to the other side of the table, Lester explained the rest of the so called, ‘good news.’ Each of the engagements was for two weeks and paid three thousand per week with a three hundred dollar daily expense allowance. However, that wasn't the good part. These were smaller venues and while the money wasn't as good as Frisco, the hook was that Lester had lined up talent scouts to watch me perform from three good sized music labels—A&M, Epic and Century.
According to Lester, he was making these arrangements when I was his girlfriend. He had publicized this fact to both the club owners and the record companies. In order not to rock the boat, my smarmy ex-boyfriend wanted us to go to Seattle and Sacramento as a couple. Of course, this would necessitate conveniently leaving both CC and Scott behind and worse yet, for continuity, he said it would be better if I pretended to be his girlfriend in Frisco as well.
My quandary was, while these engagements were certainly tempting and seemed likely to further my career, I didn't want to leave Scott for two whole months. It was unthinkable given the way I felt about him.
"Lester, if this is a scheme to get me back in your bed, it's not going to happen."
"I'll admit that I screwed up and want you back, but think about it. Could I possibly have come up with this in the last few days?"
"Why would you even want me back after finding me fucking Scott? Besides, my heritage hasn't changed any. My mother is still black."
"And a beautiful woman, I'm sure she is. The fact that you took up with that man was my own fault."
As a picture of Lester seeing Scott and me in the dressing room flashed in my mind, I must have smiled because he asked me, “Why are you smiling?"
"Nothing in particular. Something you said just struck me as funny."
"What?"
"It's nothing, go on."
"To my shame, I made two mistakes. I'll admit I liked the fact that you were white. It made me feel special. When I found out that Cedric was your uncle it threw me. Chloe was white and available. You know the rest. She is nice but nothing like you. The only good thing about her is she likes to fuck. Although she is good at that, but that's not enough for a relationship."
"Lester, this is all moot. It was my mistake even to get involved with you. Being my agent doesn't give you carnal rights. I'm deliriously, happily, involved with Scott. Get used to it. If you want to be friends, I can do that. If you want to advance my career, that's your job. You get a piece of my action, not my ass. Fact is, Lester, Scott and I are planning on getting married after the Frisco engagement."
Lester's jaw dropped and tears glinted in his eyes. “You can't do that. I just told you I'd take you back, no matter what you've done with him."
"Lester, you're missing the point. We had no relationship. With Scott, I do. I choose to be with Scott because there is something intangible between us that you and I never had."
"But Rachel, I want you. I must have you back and I refuse to give up."
He was pathetic. “Lester, have you never had disappointment? Do you always get your way?"
"Yes, I always get my way. And I'll find a way."
"We'll talk about this later. We need to get back.” I stood up, took CC's hand, and pulled on it, helping her up. “Are you ready?” She stood also. “Go on over to the stage, I'll be right there, after I tell Scott something."
I went to Scott's table. Tiny had joined him and I felt bad when I noticed the bottle of champagne on ice. “Sorry, Lester has another job lined up. I'll tell you about it on the next break, but right now I'm late."
Not thinking, I didn't even wait for an answer. It never occurred to me he might be worried after my intense conversation with Lester. Standing, I kissed him on the forehead and headed for the stage.
When the set was finished, Scott was gone.
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Chapter Eleven
Scott's Home
"Anything worth doing is worth doing slowly."
Mae West
My anger grew but I didn't say anything. I sat at the indicated table and Tiny brought his special chair and a bottle of chilled Dom Perignon in a bucket of ice. “Where's Rachel?"
"She's having an important conversation with dick-head."
"What about?"
"I wish I knew."
Finally, after sitting there for ten or so minutes watching my fiancée conversing with her ex-boyfriend, she came over. Only she didn't join me. She went to play another set. Christ. What's going on? Am I losing her?
Watching that beautiful talented lady, I couldn't stand the idea of losing her. I never quite felt like I was in her league and this just increased that feeling.
Suddenly, it felt hot. It was stuffy and smoky. Needing to get out of there, I told Tiny and was leaving, headed for the door, when a familiar voice, whispered in my ear. Scott. You are much too impulsive. Rachel isn't doing anything wrong. She's talking to her agent.
That's easy for you to say Rev. Don't forget they were lovers.
So are you and she told you she loves you, though I don't know why.
Shut, up Rev. If I want your opinion I'll ask for it!
At least I tried.
* * * *
After finishing my second set and getting my usual wine spritzer from Tony, I headed for the table where Scott had been. He wasn't there. I walked around looking for him, but I couldn't spot him or Tiny and he's hard to miss. Then I saw Tiny coming out of the storeroom with a case of Heineken under one arm and Coors light under the other. I rushed over and as he set down the Coors light, I blurted, “Where's Scott?"
"He left, said he had some thinking to do."
"Is that all he said?"
"Yes. I think he's upset. I think he's worried you might get back with Lester for career purposes."
This made no sense. I adored the man. He meant everything to me. That's when I realized I would even give up my career to be with him.
"Do you know where he went?"
"Sweetie, he didn't say. Cal
l him. He has his cell phone with him."
His cell phone, of course. Then a panic swept over me. “Tiny, I don't have the number."
"Well, go to his house when you're finished."
Anxiety began to creep into my body. “Tiny, I have been with him constantly since we met. I don't know exactly where he lives, his phone number, cell phone number. Nothing!"
"He gave me his card. Let's see ... ah, here it is. Scott Rader, Account Executive, Donovan, Bishop and Rader. Here it is. Cell phone number."
"Let me see that.” Relieved, I snatched the card from his hand and rushed around the bar to retrieve my portable phone from my purse. I dialed his number and after six rings, a recording, ‘Hi, Scott Rader here. If it's important, I want to hear it. Leave a message at the beep.'
Beep, “Scott, this is Rachel. I love you. Call me at five, five, five, six, three, three, six, five, seven, five. Please!” I noticed an email address at the bottom of the card. “Tiny. May I borrow your computer?"
"Of course. It's online right now, so you shouldn't need a password."
I raced into his office and got on my email. I hit compose and wrote an email for Scott.
Scott, please respond to this email or better yet call me on my cell phone, 555-633-6575. There is nothing going on with Lester. Remember, I love you. Rach. PS—As you know, I get off at ten-forty. I'll check my email then and wait for your call.
After I sent the message and started to leave, my emotions caught up to me. I sobbed as I hadn't done since I lost my daddy. Am I close to losing the love I had found? Finally, I got control. It wasn't over yet. I'm going to find Scott and straighten this mess out. Refusing to cave in, I dried my tears with my dozenth tissue. Preparing to finish my last set, I jumped when my cell phone rang. With nervous fingers, I fumbled it out of my purse and thankfully, harmlessly onto my lap.
"Hello."
"Oh good, I hoped I'd catch you before your last set."
Thank God, it was Scott.
"Where are you?"
"I'm at home. I just read your email."
"We need to talk. I'm coming to see you. What's the address?"
"Fifty-eight-ninety south Via Sabino."
"I'll be there as soon as I can. Don't go anywhere."