by Jesse Jordan
I blink, surprised. “Is that what this is about?”
Su Lin nods. “Rick, I know I’m being stupid, you’ve included me so much more in your life, but I’m trying to deal with a lot. And I can use a little bit of truth.”
I nod and reach over, taking her hand. “Su Lin, I didn’t introduce you because Amanda’s a pain in the ass. I could see from the first glance she took at you that she was A, jealous, and B, going to try and fuck with your head. While you’re more than a match for her brains wise, I didn’t want that arrogant bitch it our house any longer than possible. So I took her into the lab, read through the materials she brought from her father, and cut her a check.”
“Did she hit on you?” Su Lin asks, and I nod, snorting derisively.
“Yes. But Su Lin, and I’m not just saying this because you’re carrying our child inside you, but you’re far more beautiful than Amanda. Physically, but also… you’re a quality person. She isn’t. Even if she had begged to have my baby, I never would have let her because I know she would take the baby and twist its mind or ignore it. You… you won’t.”
Su Lin gives my hand a squeeze. “Rick… I wish our child would have a chance to meet you.”
I nod. “I know. Me too, I’d love to see how it looks. I gotta admit, I’m kinda hoping for a boy. Call me arrogant.”
“Arrogant,” Su Lin says, smiling. “But I’m sort of hoping for a boy too. Although twins would be better.”
“Twins?” I ask in wonder. “That would be… that would be best. So, is everything okay now?”
“Better than okay,” Su Lin says, getting to her feet. “It’ll be perfect once I get this workout in and I can meet you in the hot tub. I asked Freida to get me some appropriate swimwear.”
“Oh really? I sort of liked the lingerie,” I joke, and Su Lin gives me a naughty smile. “What?”
“You haven’t seen my bikini yet. It weighs only a hundred grams.”
I blink, my mind trying to figure out how much fabric that could be… and no matter what I think of, it isn’t much. I grin, getting to my feet. “I think that sounds like a great swimsuit.”
“I didn’t realize how warm it’d be,” Su Lin comments as we enter the ballroom. “I thought we were in fall.”
I chuckle, feeling a trickle of sweat on my back in my tuxedo. “This is New Orleans, Su Lin. While the nights might be below freezing now back in Minnesota, down here, it still gets warm. And this ballroom’s going to have a lot of people in it.”
When Amanda gave me the papers on her father’s charity, I didn’t realize that by cutting her a check I was also agreeing to appear at a charity ball for the foundation. To compound matters, I cut a check big enough to be given an award tonight, and if I didn’t show up in person to accept it, that would also be reported in that backhanded way charities have. If it wasn’t for the fact that Su Lin said she wanted to see New Orleans, I’d have told them to shove the award up their ass. I’m not worried about getting shamed, after all.
But here we are, and I take a moment to admire my wife. She looks stunning in her green gown, her long hair flowing down her back serving only to highlight the diamond and emerald necklace and earrings she’s wearing. Frankly, she’s the most beautiful woman in the room. “Shall we?”
Su Lin nods, and we enter the party. For the next half hour I introduce Su Lin around, always making sure she’s included whenever someone wants to try and marginalize her. It’s important that she gets familiar with these people, some of them will be important to her after I’m gone, and she needs to learn to recognize the vampires and leeches from the real people.
The whole time, Su Lin handles herself beautifully. “Oh, so you’re new to America?” Hillary Worthington-Vance asks. A perfectly coiffed grandmother of a bitch, I think she can give the credit to her still relatively youthful looks more to her plastic surgeon than her well-published daily beauty regimen. “Do you find English easy?”
“Of course,” Su Lin says, not getting offended. “I do have a degree in English, after all. I’ve read everything from Chaucer to Kardashian… not that I’d brag about some of those.”
I can’t help but smirk, but Hillary doesn’t get the slight jab. “Well, if you ever have a problem with it, I’m sure someone can help you dear. I count myself lucky, I’ve learned four languages myself, my parents insisted on it as part of my education before I was sent to Vassar. Of course they were the Romantic classics, French, Latin, things like that. Those that have made an impact on the history of the world.”
“Nà bùshì nàme tèbié, nǐ àomàn de bit zi?” Su Lin says with a smile. When Hillary gives her a questioning eyebrow, Su Lin smiles again. “I said, you must be a very intelligent woman, I would hope to hear more of it sometime.”
Hillary smiles, apparently mollified, and I lead Su Lin away. As we cross the room, I lower my head to whisper to her. “What did you really say?”
“I said, ‘isn’t that special, you arrogant bitch,’” Su Lin says with a snicker. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”
“Not at all, that’s perfect. Don’t be afraid to jab back at these idiots. The biggest hint I can give you is that when you fight them verbally, you don’t fight them head on. That’s seen as bad form. But the subtle weapons, the backhanded compliment or the verbal jab they can’t call you on… they’ll be your biggest weapons in these situations.”
“Sounds like my wushu might come in handy,” Su Lin says, and I nod, chuckling. “Good to know. The sword’s different this time-”
“But just as deadly. Don’t worry, I’ll teach you as much as I can.”
The event starts, and we take seats. I’m surprised when I’m not the only award winner being rewarded tonight, and as the emcee, a local New Orleans sports star, announces us, there’s a growing hum from the crowd. I lean over to Paul Wellstone, one of the other honorees, curious. “Hey Paul,” I ask, knowing he and I get along reasonably well, “what the fuck’s going on?”
“The auction,” Paul says like I’m an idiot. “Were you drinking before the party started, Rick? All of the honorees will have a dance auctioned off to anyone in the audience. It was in the charity packet.”
“What if you don’t want to?” I ask, shocked. There was nothing in all of this when Amanda presented the information to me. “Shit… Amanda tricked me.”
“Not surprised,” Paul says with a smirk. “She’s had her eye on you for… well, a while now. Okay, listen. Deal is, you can weasel out of the auction by bidding on yourself. So if someone you really, really don’t like demands to dance with you… just outbid them.”
I nod, hoping things aren’t going to go strangely, but knowing they probably will. I’m near the end of the line, and as things get started the whole thing goes in a spirit of good fun. The average price for a dance is about ten thousand dollars, and since most of the guys onstage are either bachelors or long married, there’s no problems from wives or dates like that. One funny moment does happen when an ex-wife and a current wife get into a bidding war over their ‘man.’
“Twenty five thousand!” the ex-wife says, holding up her hand.
“Thirty!” the current wife yells.
“Thirty five!”
“Forty!”
“Forty-five!”
The emcee, who hasn’t had to say much in the past minute, whistles. “Y’all must really like this man!”
“Fifty thousand!” the current wife yells, her face pink. “And Eric, if you even give one more smile, you’re going to find out I’m going to take you for a lot more than that!”
The laughter’s infectious, and soon the current wife wins with that bid. There’s nobody to top that until it comes to me, and I step up, not knowing how the hell I’m going to explain this to Su Lin, but praying she knows what a dance/date auction is. It’s not the sort of thing you cover during normal cultural classes.
“And now, a guy who looks like he should be suiting up and playing with me next Sunday… Rick Kelley!” the emcee say
s. “Rick, you don’t happen to play football, do you?”
“Ah… it’s been a while, but last time I played, I was a quarterback,” I joke, making the emcee laugh. “Need a backup?”
“With your reputation, I’d be riding the bench by the second quarter,” the emcee says with a grin. “So, let’s start Rick off with something meaningful… who’ll bid ten thousand for him?”
The bidding is fierce, and in the blinding glare of the stage lights I can’t see anyone, but I can hear the numbers being tossed out. Quickly the bids climb beyond fifty thousand, then sixty, and eventually seventy thousand. I don’t hear Su Lin’s voice though, and I’m worried I’m going to have another issue to explain to her.
“One hundred thousand!” a familiar voice calls out, and the whole room stills. I know that voice… Amanda. “One hundred thousand for the right to have first dance with that man!”
There’s an amused hum from some in the crowd, and the emcee takes a moment to pick his jaw up off the floor. “One hundred thousand… last time someone offered me a hundred thousand to dance, I ended up on Sportscenter. So the bid is one hundred thousand… anyone else? Going once, going twice….”
“One million,” I call out. “And anyone who wants to top it, I’ll double the bid until they drop out.”
The collective gasp from the crowd is huge, and I can see Amanda, she’s moved forward to where I can just see her. She’s glaring at me, anger etched into her features that I’ve upstaged her. She knows it’s no empty threat, too. I’ve got enough money to keep this game up all fucking night. The emcee leans over, whispering off mic. “You sure, Rick? No offense, but the girl bidding for you is a fucking hottie, man.”
“Dead sure. One million. And the threat stands. She wants to up it, my next bid is two, then four, and pretty soon I’ll be buying out your contract.”
The emcee raises an eyebrow, but nods. “Okay. Well folks, I guess Rick’s really not feeling like dancing, the bid’s one million dollars to retain the rights to his own first dance. Miss Rhett, do you want to match?”
Amanda glares at me, but I stare right back, daring her to up her bid. There’s no way I’m going to dance with her, but after a moment she shakes her head, and the emcee quickly takes over, making sure to end this before something really weird happens. “Once, twice… sold! For one million dollars, Rick Kelley gets to play… I mean dance, with himself!”
There’s a fit of relieved laughter, and I step back offstage, where I see Amanda’s father also staring at me furiously. “Rick… that was a bit of a scene there with my daughter.”
“Just wanted to make sure your charity got a good haul tonight,” I reply. “Are you able to take Amex? I’ll use my Black card.”
There’s not too much Amanda’s father can say, and two minutes later I emerge back into the main ballroom, where I find Su Lin at our table. She’s looking surprised, still slightly confused, but also in shock. I sit down casually, taking her hand. “How’s the wine?”
“You just paid a million dollars to not dance with Amanda,” Su Lin says. “I… I had someone explain the auction to me. I did not know there would be one.”
“I didn’t either,” I admit. “Seems Amanda left that little tidbit out of her paperwork she sent me.”
Su Lin takes a sip of her wine, setting her glass down. “So what now?”
“In a few minutes, there’ll be a dance. And all of the auction couples will have the dance floor to themselves. I, of course, have the right to pick my own partner. Or just dance with myself.” I laugh as I think of the idea, but shake my head as the dance floor begins to clear. “So… wanna dance?”
Su Lin looks around, then at me, blushing. “Uhm… I haven’t gotten to dance lessons with Freida yet. Just a few basics.”
“That’s no problem,” I reply as I hold out my hand. “It’ll be just like that night that we had a practice dinner with the estate staff. Nothing complex, and I’ll take the lead.”
There’s a hum and a few appreciative nods as I lead Su Lin out onto the dance floor, although if Amanda could murder with a look she would right now. I don’t look anywhere other than Su Lin though as the music starts. Instead, I hold her hand as I put an arm on her hip, and we begin to dance.
If only there was more time, I think as the music envelops us, swirling and moving our feet so that my wife’s a light as a feather, and there’s nothing but us and this magical moment. I could see telling her how I feel. But I won’t. It’ll only hurt her more, I can see she feels for me too. But I can’t… I won’t break her heart by telling her how I feel and then just drifting away. It wouldn’t be fair to her.
Su Lin, I don’t know what twisted fate brought you into my life so close to my death… but I thank God for every day that you’re with me. So tonight, my dear wife, we dance. And let the memories of this night hopefully last past my death.
“What are you thinking about?” Su Lin asks, interrupting me. “Your eyes… they look sad.”
I put a fake smile on, shaking my head. “No, not sad.”
“Is it because you spent so much money?”
I laugh, shaking my head again. “No. It was well worth it.”
Su Lin smiles, running her hand along my neck. “Why’d you do it? You know I wouldn’t have been jealous.”
Because you’re the most important person in the world to me.
“You know why,” I say instead, pulling her closer. “Come on, let’s keep dancing. And later… well, when we’re tired of dancing we’ll go back to our suite and enjoy the rest of the evening.”
Su Lin
My heart is pounding in my chest as Rick closes the door on our suite, his eyes burning with desire. The whole evening, dancing, the ride up the elevator, and now in our room, I’ve felt like I’ve been in a dream.
Your husband just paid a million dollars so he could spend the evening with you and not someone else, my mind keeps reminding me. What else do you need?
There’s one more thing I could want, but before I can say anything Rick pushes me against the wall, kissing me hotly. My body’s been trembling with desire since seeing him on the dance floor so it’s easy to kiss him back, running my hands over his chest and pushing his tuxedo jacket off his shoulders. Rick’s lips trace the curve of my neck, making me gasp and moan. “Rick… you don’t have to.”
“No, but I want to,” Rick growls lightly, pulling me off of the wall and grabbing a fistful of my hair. “Tonight’s not about that. It’s about making both of us feel good. And I’m going to make your body feel like it’s never felt before.”
I tremble in anticipation from the fire in Rick’s eyes as he pushes me down to my knees. I know what he wants, and I can’t wait to deliver. For so long we’ve focused on getting me pregnant, and Rick in his forethought wanted me to orgasm too. So he didn’t let me do this because he wanted to have the most inside to please me with.
If that isn’t a man you can care for… I don’t know what is, my inner voice whispers before shutting up as I undo Rick’s pants and pull out his rock hard cock. From this close it’s even bigger it seems, and I marvel at every texture. I know them deeply, from the flared mushroom head that rubs my g-spot with every thrust to the thick base that can grind against my clit and leave me breathless. I wrap my hand around it, looking Rick up in the eyes and licking my lips. “May I?”
Rick pulls my head towards his cock and I open up, letting my lips massage and caress him as he feeds his cock to me. I’m soaked, my pussy dripping down my thighs and my nipples hard as Rick forces my head deeper, almost until I’m choking before he pulls back and lets me have more air. I lick and suck his shaft, breathing through my nose and looking up at him as our gazes lock. I don’t know if I can make him understand, but in his eyes I see something that both thrills me and breaks my heart. I know it’s foolish, but I don’t care as I bob my head up and down on his cock, Rick pressing me deeper and deeper as my mouth relaxes and I feel the head of his cock bump against the back of my throat.
I open up as wide as I can, forcing myself to relax and admit him as he enters my throat and I stare at him wide eyed, swallowing deeply and massaging him with the muscles there until he pulls out, gasping as hard as I am. “Fuck… you keep that up and I’m going to cum down your throat.”
“What’s wrong with that?” I tease as Rick pulls me to my feet and kisses me hard. His eyes are on fire as he pushes me towards the bed.
“Because I’m going to full your ass with my cream, and you’re going to scream my name as I do,” he says, pushing me onto the bed. “I’m going to assfuck you until you pass out it feels so good.”
My heart races at his words as Rick quickly strips while I try my best to get out of my gown. I get my panties off and my straps down but the zipper’s somewhere behind me and when Rick retakes the bed I’m still mostly dressed. He doesn’t care, pulling my gown down and exposing my breasts to the cool air in our room, devouring my nipples greedily. Reaching down, he cups my pussy, rubbing me and sliding two fingers inside me as he kisses up to my mouth. “Rick….”
“You’re mine,” he rasps in my ear as his fingers pump in and out of my pussy, my body on fire. “There’s nothing you won’t give me.”
“You… you have all of me,” I whisper, shaking as my body trembles on the edge of my orgasm. His fingers stroke just right, rubbing my g-spot as his thumb strokes my clit and I’m pushed over the edge, calling out his name and clutching at his hair. Rick watches me with a mysterious look in his eyes as I shake and ride the wave inside me. Just as I think I can breathe again Rick takes his fingers out and licks them clean in front of my eyes, smiling.
“I think I need to taste something now. But first… time to get ready.” He gets off the bed, going into the bathroom while I push the rest of my gown off. When he comes back he’s got a tube in his hand and I smile, knowing what it is. After finding out about my sensitive ass he purchased some very high grade lubricant which we’ve used when he’s massaged me. I turn over, showing him my ass and totally submitting myself to my husband as he gets back on the bed, kissing my shoulders as he pulls me up, reaching around to cup my breasts and grind his cock against me. “Is this what you want, Su Lin?”