“Ooh, how bout this”, as Lisha pulled a dress off the rack.
“Mmm, that looks good...how much?, I asked as Lisha read the pricetag, ‘$300.00’.
She continued to pull dresses and show me them pushed against her body, she then pulled me into a changing room with a pile of dresses on a hook.
“So.. Where we are going to find a decent DJ?, he’s got to be hot”, I looked at her while she pulled a $300 dress over head.
“Well there’s Big Bad Bruce from MatrixFillmore, he’s hot and pretty damn good at what he does”, another dress hit the deck as another one went on.
“Are you going to try a dress on Mad?”, Lisha asked, handing me a dress.
“Chill Lish, I’ll try that one on”, as I pointed to a dress that hung in front of me. Pulling it over my head I could see that Lisha had chosen the dress she was going to wear.
“So we going to get Big Bad Bruce then?” she asked as we walked towards the counter.
“Yeah, it should be a hectic night, get the auction out of the way and then the party can get started”.
The woman who had spoken to us earlier was serving someone else as we waited in line,
“You guys chosen then?”, she asked taking our dresses and scanning them on her till.
“Yeah, so what’s the damage then?” I took out my Amex card and handed it to her.
“$4800”, Lisha’s mouth dropped when she heard the woman tell us the price.
“Not bad...Lisha you can close your mouth..it’s worth it and I don't mind paying for these as long as you buy coffee”,
“Sure there's one across the road”, we left Juicy Couture and headed to a coffee shop that was across the street.
We collapsed in the coffee shop across the street nursing two lattes, the small matter of climbing a small mountain of finding dresses had been conquered,
“Any idea on who were going to invite to the launch then?”, her question coming in between sips of coffee and bites of a blueberry and chocolate chip muffin.
“God knows...it will have to be the movers and shakers in and around Santa Clara County”, I replied looking at the now half consumed muffin that lay on her plate.
“What about Kyle Mclaren, the Sharks player?”,
“The one with the cute butt?”, I asked while sipping at my latte.
“Jeff Garcia?”, I asked, thinking of more names.
“Mike Swick?, Lisha had a fondness for Mike Swick the UFC fighter, because he was ripped and Lisha always went weak at the knees for him.
We continued to write names down on the back of a napkin, as Lisha took bits off her muffin with a fork.
“Fancy a bite..”, Lisha pushed her plate towards me, the muffin staring back at me asking to eat it.
“There's still some chocolate chips left in it”, she smiled at me sweetly, brushing crumbs from her jacket.
“Mad, you fancy going to see a movie?”,
“Well they're showing Caddyshack at the Castro Theater, looks fun...love that movie”,
“Caddyshack it is then!”, we grabbed what was left of our drinks and headed towards Castro Street.
Two hours later we emerged from the theater onto the street,
“Now that was a funny film...”, Lisha said in-between eating popcorn.
“Maddie, I want you to kill all the gophers on the golf course”,
“Correct me if I’m wrong Lisha, but if I kill all the golfers they’ll lock me up and throw away the key.”, Lisha began to laugh, spitting popcorn out.
“Not golfers, you great fool. Gophers. The little brown, furry rodents.
“We can do that, we don’t even need a reason.”, I started to laugh uncontrollably at her.
We stopped outside a hot dog vendor and ordered a couple of chili dogs, it was getting closer to three and I wanted to get home to my dogs.
“Oh, shit!, God damned traffic!”, Lisha looked at me and smiled sweetly.
“Calm down, it’s only traffic, it is getting close to rush hour”,
“Yeah I know..but it really pisses me off!”, I pulled across two lanes and sped up.
My foot began to push down on the accelerator as the same black van appeared behind me, the driver obscured by the tinted glass. I tried to make out the license plate but couldn't as it was covered with mud, Lisha looked at me with a slightly worried look on her face.
“What’s a matter?”,
“I think we're being followed...by a black van”, moving lanes I watched as the van did the same.
“Really?, now you're scaring me”, she pulled her seat belt tighter as I pulled on my hand-brake and swerved into a turning that led to my house, I looked behind me and the van was nowhere to be seen.
I had now got the feeling that I didn’t want to be alone tonight.
.
When we arrived at home it had gone 4, the time spent avoiding the black van, the house was quiet but the quietness was short lived as the dogs came towards us with their tails wagging.
“Fancy feeding them Lish?”, pointing to the dogs who had decided to all place themselves on the couch, completely messing up the cushion to couch ratio.
“Yeah..will do...you know I don’t mind mucking in”, Lisha headed towards the kitchen as the dogs followed her, knowing they were about to get fed with their tails wagging behind them.
The evening was spent playing power ballads and drinking several bottles of Shiraz, with Lisha reminiscing about our college days spent partying.
“Here’s to past conquests, and no consequences”, Lisha raised her glass.
“Cheers, you know I bumped into Tommy Callahan the other day, you know the one with the large appendage”, I said looking at Lisha’s while her face turn slightly red.
“Tommy the ‘Tool’, now there was a man who could make you lose the ability to walk for a week”, the smile on Lisha’s face giving away the fact that she was remembering him in every detail.
I laughed.
“Although I could tell a few stories of you and Michael O’Brien, the one with the tattoo on his butt, you know the one of Marilyn Monroe”, I remember Michael, the summer spent in Catalina, remembering the ability he had, giving me multiple orgasms. I shivered at the thought.
“You and Michael, stuck on that boat for a week, when you did surface you did appear to have a large smile on your face”, Lisha opened another bottle of wine, adding to the previous empty ones that lay on the floor.
Michael O’brien was hot, it was undeniable. We met on South Beach after I had just come back from water skiing, his tanned muscular chest glistening with beads of water that ran down it.
I watched him walk towards the showers that were dotted along the pier, he removed his trunks and that's when I saw it, a tattoo of Marilyn Monroe on his right butt cheek, the one of her standing above a grate and her dress blowing up.
He looked at me from across the from where he stood under the cascading water, I walked towards him.
“Hi, I’m Maddie”,
“Michael, I saw you watching me earlier”, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks.
“Look, I’m gonna cut to the chase, I’m going to a party later and wondered if you wanted to come”,
“Well you're very direct, Mm..let me think...sure ok”, I couldn’t stop looking at his toned chest.
“When you're finished looking at my chest, I’ve got a boat in Two Harbors, you can come over later if you like”, he continued to shower, deliberately soaping his chest. He made no attempt to cover himself up, I could see his manhood hanging there, ‘I wonder what he tastes like’, the thought interrupted by a passing police car. Michael wrapped a towel around himself as he walked towards a chevy.
“I’ll see you later then ,Maddie?”,
“Yeah Michael...later”, walking in the opposite direction I headed back to my dorm.
Around 6 I headed to Two Harbors in an attempt to find Michael’s boat and found it moored in between to sixty foot yachts, Michael was standing on the keel changing into a t
ee shirt, he spotted me and waved.
“Maddie!”, Michael put out his hand and helped me aboard,
“Michael, nice little boat you have.”, he took me below into his quarters, and I sat down on his bed, it’s messed up bedding making me feel comfortable.
“So...?”, I could see his question was leading somewhere.
“So...”, the atmosphere changed, as I moved closer to his face.
“I think you should lie down..”, Michael’s face came closer to mine, I could smell the mixture of cigarettes and chewing gum.
And then he kissed me, I could taste the sea on his lips, they were moist and warm at the same time.
Lying on the bed, Michael moved down my body towards my trousers and began to unbutton them, slowly.
I could feel his hands move up towards my underwear and them being pulled down, his tongue running up and down my inner thigh,
“Fuck, that feels so good”, he stood up and looked deeply into my eyes, I knew what he wanted.
I stood up and knelt in front of him,
Pulling his white shorts down, his cock emerging in front of me, moving forward I placed it’s entirety in mouth, savoring its taste. I looked up at Michael and I could see the pleasure in his face beginning to form.
“Mm, Maddie that feels so good..please don’t stop..please”, with his request I continued to suck on his cock getting faster and faster. I could feel my pussy begin to become saturated with juice, my nipples becoming erect. I knew what I wanted Michael to do, I wanted to taste his juice and feel it run down the back of my mouth and into my throat.
“Fuck...keep going Maddie, I want to fuck you....your so fucking naughty”, pulling on his scrotum he began to moan as his body began to tense and twitch.
“Oh...fuck I’m gonna cum hard...”, with his last word I felt his cock tense as he unloaded his spunk into my mouth. Taking his cock into my hand, I licked what was left of it, and started to stroke his cock gently, willing it to get hard again so I could have it inside me.
Chapter Fourteen
Getting up and moving onto the bed with my legs separated and exposing myself to him, Michael moved towards me and pushed against my lips with his hardness, his cock pushing deep inside me. Michael began to increase his strokes, the walls of my pussy becoming more and wet.
“Fuck me harder Michael, I want to feel every part of you inside me”, moving my hands up to his nipples I began to pull on them making him moan with a mixture of pain and ecstasy.
He responded by fucking me harder, I knew he was close to cumming and I wanted my orgasm first.
With my left hand I moved it onto my clit and began to rub it gently at first, I knew the sight of me pleasuring myself was turning him on as his eyes revealed the truth .
“That’s so fucking dirty...”,
“Yeah,”, my response coming back under the guise of me attempting to breathe normally, but my breaths became more and more shallow as I rubbed my clit with more speed, the feeling of an orgasm starting to build.
“Oh fuck...fuck ...fuck me harder NOW Michael...”, I was on the precipiece of cumming as I felt his cock begin to twitch, and the look of complete pleasure in his face, I began to shake as my orgasm took over my body and I could feel him cum deep inside me.
We both collapsed onto his bed with me in his arms, and he looked into my eyes.
“I enjoyed that Maddie, it was euphoric”,
“Euphoric, Michael?”, I liked the way he put it
We spent the next few days on his boat with each day more and more sexual, eventually I left the boat and spotted Lisha on the dock with Tommy.
“Well hello you!”, the smile on her face revealling that she knew what I had done and had done to me.
“Well hello yourself, Hi Tommy”,
“Mads.”, he responded while his face was buried in a burrito.
“Fancy a lift back to college then?”, Lisha asked with that same smile on her face.
“Yeah cool”, we headed to Tommy’s car and eventually arrived at our dorm.
That summer I spent those two days on Michaels boat was amazing, we never kept in touch after that.
I could hear the dogs snoring by the fireplace, it’s roaring flames leaping up from the logs keeping them warm.
“Those dogs do look snugly, wondering what they dream of?”, Lisha looked at the dogs and took a large gulp from her glass.
“Probably of chasing something or other through the fields.. Although Oscar is probably dreaming of chasing skirt”, I laughed at my comment about Oscar, his left eye opening as his name was mentioned.
“I think I’m gonna head to bed Maddie, I’ll catch you at some point in the morning, and please can you not send in the cavalry to wake me up”, Lisha laughed as she walked towards her room.
“Sure, no cavalry..”.
I finished what was left in my glass, and headed to my room to try and get some sleep,thinking about all the planning I had to tomorrow.
The next morning arrived with the birds outside chirping, and Lisha came into my room looking bleary eyed and half asleep.
“Morning sleepy head...”, picking myself up out of bed
“I’ll get Alice to put some coffee on shall I?”, I asked as Lisha headed towards the bathroom.
When I eventually came into the lounge, the smell of coffee was beginning to fill the air.
“Morning Miss Maddie, How did you sleep?” she asked as she poured the black liquid into a large mug.
“Slept ok Alice, how was your day off?”, I asked as Alice handed me the mug and I took a hesitant sip.
Lisha made an appearance as my phone beeped the arrival of a text message.
FROM: ABIGAIL HARKNESS
Maddie, Provisionally booked Friday for your event,secured auctioneer, could you sort marquee out as there's a few companies near you. The guest list is now at 500.
See you Friday
Abigail x
“Let me guess, we have to endure the really boring task of going out”, she quipped, drinking her coffee.
“Yep, marquee hunting, oh we’ve got Friday provisionally booked for the launch...it should be a good place to raise awareness”, on the way to the door I picked up my bag, I could see Ant polishing the Evoque through the glass of the front door.
Heading towards the front door, my phone began to ring,
“Hello”,
“Miss White, this Dan Pallomero from Catcherey Detective Agency, Your dad called me about you receiving unwanted calls and a delivery of roses”,
“Yeah Mr Pallomero, thanks for calling me. My dad said you were able to help me in some way”, my voice began to quiver slightly at the thought of the roses that were now residing in a kitchen cupboard.
“If you have the time this morning I can pop by to discuss the situation and how we can resolve it.”,
“I’ve got the next hour or so before I have to go out and organize a marquee for my launch for my charity on Friday”, I could hear him write something down on paper.
“I’ll be over in fifteen minutes Miss White...can I call you Maddie?”,
“Sure Dan, I’ll see you then”, the line went dead.
“Lish, we’ll have to hold on for a bit, there’s a private dick coming over to see me about that freak who sent me those roses”,
“Sure thing, should I make myself scarce?”, she asked putting her coat back onto the hook.
“Nah, stick around I’ll need the support”, she gave me a hug and we headed back into the lounge.
Fifteen minutes later the door knocked, Dan Pallomero stood there. He reminded me of someone who spent his time catching crooks and beating a confession out of them, this kinda of reassured me that he meant business.
“Miss White, I’m Dan”, as he flashed his badge , he stepped into the house with his cowboy boots echoing on the floor.
“Shall I show you the roses...they're in the closet in the kitchen”, we both moved into the kitchen and I pulled the box with its contents out of the closet a
nd handed him the card.
“See there’s no sender address, usually UPS asks for one, did you get the delivery driver's name?”,
“And no I didn’t see an I.D badge, just a brown UPS van”, I started to sound worried.
“Did you manage to get his license plate number?”, his voice now sounding direct and to the point.
“You mean he could of been a fake delivery driver?” Lisha said as she came in.
“Yes maam, anyone smart enough could steal a UPS van and uniform, your lucky your driver was there, otherwise it would of ended badly”, I had now become more worried at the thought of what could of happened if Ant had not been there.
“There’s no chance of finger prints as if he was that smart he would of worn gloves”,
“Fuck...he was wearing gloves...at at the time I didn’t think it was strange”,
“What kind of man would do that...come to your door and hand you a box of roses and pretend to be a UPS guy”, I could see Lisha getting angry.
“Just out of interest, could you describe him?”, he asked as he got a notepad out and began to write down some notes.
“Let me think, around six feet five, around 150Ibs, I couldn’t see his hair as it was under his cap, hazel or green eyes, freshly shaven...oh and a southern accent, like he was from Texas”, watching as Dan wrote it down.
“What about the call you received, did he say anything to you or was it just breathing?, he continued to write on his pad.
“Just breathing, no number..”,
“We’ll have to tap your phones, it only works on with unknown numbers”, I looked at Lisha and Lisha looked at me.
“You have CCTV don’t you?”, he asked as he put his notepad back in his jacket.
“Yeah only at the gate, do you want the tape then?”, I moved towards a cupboard and removed the tape from that day.
“I’ll have my guys take a look at it, see if we can lift the license plate from it and see who this schmuck is”, Dan stood up and I showed him to the door.
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