Contrasts

by Charles Arnold

  He was handsome, strong, and unassuming. The wives of other players envied her.

  He had invested well so that after next year he could retire and they could have all their days and nights together. They could travel the world. They could expand their charitable activities. They could adopt a couple of children. Married to the most wonderful man she had ever known, a stress free life lay ahead of her. To even consider having a farewell drink with Darnell was insane.

  She cleaned up the broken glass and took a long hot shower. She was tempted to get herself off, but as a test of will drove thoughts of last Friday evening out of her head.

  After a day of golf and drinking with politicians and business men, Danny was exhausted when he got back to the hotel. They ordered a light dinner from room service. Danny fell asleep immediately. She was still looking at the clock at 2:00 AM.

  Danny was up early and off to the children’s hospital. He didn’t wake her. He left a note saying he’d be back by eight to take her to the finest restaurant in Mexico City and then dancing. Ann woke at 10:00. She knew she couldn’t spend another day alone in the hotel room. She pulled on a pair of jeans, a light sweater, slipped her feet into flip-flops, picked up her book and her purse and took a taxi to the center of town where she knew there was a small but lovely park. She found an empty bench in a deserted area of the park determined to become engrossed in the novel she’d brought along. However, like yesterday, she found herself reading the words, but having little idea of what she’d read.

  Her mind kept calling up moments out of the past; little epiphanies: Darnell standing in the doorway of her classroom looking sullen, his filthy tee shirt spelling out “Once You Go Black”, Darnell in her morning kitchen telling her to go back and put on her fuck-me shoes, Darnell feeling her breasts and fingering her in front of his homies, Darnell holding his stiff cock out to her and saying, “Kiss it”, the sight of Darnell’s long black cock entering her, the scent and taste of it.

  At 2:00 o’clock she held her cell phone and nervously punched in the numbers he had given her.

  It was as if he was sure she would call. His voice was demanding, “Where you at?”

  “In a taxi.”

  “So?”

  “I...I’ve been shopping.” He waited. “I bought the things....the things you said to buy.”

  “Yeah?”

  “The black dress, the shoes.”

  “You know the place and time?”

  “Yes, your bar at seven thirty.”

  “That’s right. You gonna look hot and sexy for me?”

  She hesitated, “I...I...don’t...” she began.

  “You don’t what?” he interrupted.

  “I will. I’ll try to...to look the way you like.” Before he could hang up she quickly said, “But, Darnell, you need to know that I’m coming just for a drink.....as you said, a farewell drink....nothing more.” The line went dead. “Arrogant bastard,” she said to herself. “To Hell with him.”

  At six o’clock she had come out of the shower and was rubbing her body with perfumed oil. She was pleased with the fact that she’d exercised enough will power to keep from masturbating in the shower, but now as she drew a finger through the crease of her pussy it felt slick and hot. She brushed her hair vigorously and took great care with her make-up: mascara, the familiar bright red lipstick and gloss. The black dress was made of cotton and spandex. It fit like a second skin. Thin straps went over her shoulders. The “V” neck front revealed the upper swell of her breasts. The hem came to just above her knees. It was obvious that she wore nothing under it. The black strappy stilettos had a pencil-thin four inch heel.

  In the cab she kept repeating to herself, “Just a drink and then I’ll go.” At the same time, hot tingling waves of excitement continued to spread from her breasts to her crotch. Her nipples were stiff. When they arrived, she paid the driver. Outside the door of his bar she hesitated and turned to call the taxi back, but it was disappearing around the corner.

  She pushed open the door and stood inside for a moment adjusting to the darkened room. A couple occupied one of the tables to her right. Just inside the door next to the window that looked out onto the street was a thin old Mexican with a white beard. At another table near the back sat three large rough looking men. She assumed they were the men Darnell paid to protect his whores. Two young men sat at the bar drinking beer.

  The bartender was the same one she’d seen before. On a stool at the end of the bar sat Darnell. He was wearing black slacks, black turtleneck, and a white sports coat. Everyone except Darnell turned to look at her as she entered. He didn’t acknowledge her until she stood at his side.

  He gestured toward the stool next to him and ordered her a chardonnay. He still hadn’t spoken. She stared at the wine glass, then turned to him holding it up, “This is our farewell drink,” she said, but failed to keep the tremor out of her voice.

  He appraised her and nodded, “You lookin real good, Mrs. Morgan.” She was aware he’d noticed that her nipples were stiff under the dress. He touched the rim of her glass with his own, “To us,” he said. “To Darnell and his hot sexy teacher.” He looked at his watch, then reached out to place his hand on top of hers which rested on the bar. They both drank. He squeezed her hand, “Yeah, hot....you are a fuckin hot lookin woman,” he said. He placed his other hand on the inside of this thigh and grabbed what she knew to be his hardening cock. She blushed and felt the waves of heat wash downward. She knew her pussy was wet. It had been wet from the moment she’d entered the cab.

  “It don’t have to be a goodbye drink,” he said. “Could be a hello drink, you know what I’m sayin.” He pulled his stool closer so that his face was just inches from hers.

  She tried to look away, but she couldn’t. In his eyes she saw the same old resentment and the desire. She wondered what her own eyes revealed. “It’s too late, Darnell. Maybe......maybe if we were here like this five years ago...maybe then, but...”

  “Five years ago I was just a dumb kid and you didn’t know who the fuck you was.”

  “And you’re saying now I know?”

  “Yeah, we both know.”

  “We know you ain’t Miss fuckin happy housewife. Uncle Gordie knew, but he thought maybe he could change things by keepin me out of the states and marryin you off to the jock. Shit, that almost worked. How could he know I’d do ok down here without his help and one day you’d show up.”

  “My God, Darnell, what you’re suggesting is...is...”

  Darnell glanced at the old man by the door and leaned forward, “Kiss,” he said. He drew her face to his. She parted her lips for him. The kiss lasted a long time.

  She hadn’t heard the door open and close. Danny stood in stunned silence before charging toward them. “Jesus Christ!” he yelled, “what the Hell...”

  The three big Mexicans stood up to intercept him. Darnell waved them off. Ann had spun around, “Oh my God!” She stood up between her husband and Darnell. “Please, Danny, please don’t.”

  Darnell had slid off his stool. He gestured toward the three Mexicans, “They as good at breakin legs as you is at makin touchdowns. You go outta here with a broken leg there’s goes the Giants season. You fuck over your teammates, your New York fans, and them little kids in the hospital. Think about it.”

  Danny glared down at his wife, “Goddamnit Ann, they got you drugged or something? What’s goin on here?”

  “I...I’m sorry, Danny. I’m sorry you saw that. How did you....”

  “I got home early. There was a message on the machine sayin you was here. It gave the address.”

  Darnell moved to stand beside Ann, “I think we gotta talk and this ain’t the place to do it. My apartment’s upstairs.” He waved toward the beaded archway. Without saying anything Ann and Danny followed him. Inside, he led Ann to one of the two chairs facing the coffee table. He indicated Danny should sit on the couch opposite her. “I think we could use a drink.” he said, moving to a small bar on the side of the r
oom.

  He poured wine for Ann and bourbon for himself. He nodded at Ann, “What your husband drink?”

  “Scotch.”

  He poured and handed Danny a glass, “Johnny Walker Black,” he said. “The best.” He moved to stand behind Ann’s chair. “I think we ought to start with a clean slate, just like in high school,” he chuckled. He tapped Ann on her shoulder. “Tell him where you was last Friday evening.”

  Ann felt her cheeks burning. She turned to face Darnell the anger flashing in her eyes, “No, damn you, no!” she yelled.

  “Better he hear it from you than from me,” Darnell said.

  After several moments Ann looked across at her husband, “I was here,” she said.

  “Why?” Danny still seemed to think she had been drugged or coerced in some way. “Why the hell did you come here? Or did someone bring you here, make you come?”

  “No,” she said. “I came because Darnell invited me.”

  Darnell nodded, “We go back a long ways, Ann and me. She was my teacher years ago when she belonged to the NWS. You remember that, Uncle Watt’s NWS. You know she was one of his...his...bitches.”

  “He forced her. He had something on her husband and made them both sign contracts.”

  “Yeah, but she was in service for awhile. In fact she learn how to suck cock on your dick. I bet you two never talk about that.” Danny felt himself blushing. Darnell laughed.

  “In those days she was mostly my woman. I made her cum the first time in her fuckin life. My dick was the first one up her ass.”

  Danny started to rise. “You son-of-a bitch!”

  “Sit the fuck down, Mr. Football hero. I just gotta press a button and them three leg breakers be up here in ten seconds.” They sat in silence for a minute. Darnell’s hand rested on Ann’s bare shoulder. “Tell him what we done here last Friday. How many time did I make you cum?”

  Ann bowed her head. “Three, maybe four.”

  “You suck my cock?”

  “Yes.”

  “Swallow?”

  “Yes.”

  “All of it?”

  “Yes.”

  “You go home then and have good sex with your husband?”

  “Yes.”

  “But what you thinkin about while he fucking you.”

  Ann didn’t respond. He squeezed her shoulder. She glanced at her husband then lowered her eyes. “About you,” she whispered. “I was thinking about you.”

  “Did I make you come here tonight? Do I have anything on you, anything to make you do what you don’t want to do?”

  “No, you don’t. You invited me here tonight and I decided to come.”

  “What was you expectin to happen here tonight?”

  “I thought we’d have a farewell drink, but...but...” She turned her head to look up at him, “I...don’t know.” She glanced at her husband, “Certainly not this.”

  “Yeah,” Darnell said moving his hand down until his fingers touched the bare upper swell of her breast. “But we speakin the truth here, all cards on the table, clearin things up.” He looked across at Danny expecting him to agree.

  Danny leaned forward, “Ok, she had her little fling, got it out of her system. It’ll take awhile, but I’ll get over it.” He stood. “Come on, Ann. Let’s get out of this little pervert’s place. We’ll talk when we get back to the hotel.”

  Darnell’s fingers slipped inside her dress. He squeezed her stiff nipple. She made a little sound in her throat. Her cheeks were scarlet. She made no move to stand.

  Danny stared in disbelief as he watched Darnell’s hand move under the top of her dress to cup her bare breast. “Jesus, Ann!” he yelled. “How can you just...”

  She looked across at him and slowly placed her hand on top of Darnell’s. “Yeah that’s right, baby,” he said. “Who these tits belong to now?”

  She looked away from Danny, “I...I...don’t,” she began. He pinched her nipple harder. She bowed her head, “You, they belong to you.”

  “What else?

  It took her a moment to answer. “My....pussy and my...my ass.”

  “Whose woman is you?”

  “Yours. I belong to you, honey.”

  Darnell grinned across at Danny, “Looks like Mrs. Morgan wants to stay,” he said. He applied more pressure to her nipple. “Ain’t that right, Mrs. Morgan?”

  Bowing her head again, she whispered, “Yes....yes I want to stay.”

  “And what you want me to do tonight?”

  She tilted her head back to look at him, “I want you to fuck me....to fuck me all night long,” she said.

  Without saying a word, Danny rushed from the room. They heard him go down the stairs and then slam the front door so hard it shook the building. Darnell crossed to sit on the couch where Danny had been. He poured them each another drink. “When did you know?” he asked.

  “I suppose the minute I bought this dress.”

  “But you lied to yourself, didn’t admit it till now.”

  “I’ve spent most of my life lying to myself.”

  He smiled and nodded, “Not me. I knowed who I was early on and never pretended any different. Course havin a drunk mama and no fuckin daddy helped.” He leaned back and closed his eyes. “Uncle Gordie makin me come down here was the best thing that bastard ever done for me. I made my own way. No great big success, but not wantin for much either.” He was silent for several minutes. She thought he might have fallen asleep. Then he opened his eyes and sat up looking across at her, “People always wantin to find the fuckin answer, you know what I’m sayin, like how to live, like what’s important. They go to college. They read books. They on television askin experts. I got the answer. It’s simple. The answer is to do what you gotta do to have a place to live and clothes and stuff to eat and tell the fuckin truth, find out who you is and don’t lie about that to nobody and specially to yourself.” He chuckled, “Shit, I becomin a fuckin philosopher, the wise man of the goddamn tribe!”

  They fucked all night or almost all night. Late the next morning they were sitting at his kitchen table. She’d scrambled eggs and fried bacon and made a pot of coffee. She wore one of his shirts, no fuck-me shoes. “We gonna go out today and buy furniture for the apartment across the hall,” he said.

  She frowned, “Why?”

  “Cause that’s where you gonna live.”

  She put down her cup almost spilling the coffee, “You mean I’m not living here with you?”

  “Fuck no. I can’t have my top-of-the-line bitch livin with me. Shit the rest of the whores be jealous as hell. Bad enough you be in the same fuckin building.”

  She gripped the edge of the table till her knuckles whitened, “You mean I’m to be one of them...one of the whores in what you call your stable?”

  He stared at her, his eyes unblinking and hard, “Your husband’s still at the hotel. I spect if you phone him and ask would he take you back he gonna say yes. So why the fuck don’t you just do that.”

  Her cell phone rang. She didn’t have to call Danny. He sounded as if he hadn’t slept all night. “I want you to come back,” he said. “In time we can...I can forget what happened here. We can get our lives back together.” He waited. She didn’t respond.

  She heard him take a deep breath, “The only other option is a quick divorce. I called a lawyer last night. He brought all the papers ready for me to sign. It’s easy in Mexico. I sign the papers then you sign them and send them to the divorce court with some money. Divorce takes two days.” She didn’t say anything. After several moments he continued. “I agreed to give you $500,000 right away, but no alimony. I also said you could have the house in Aruba. You’re still getting about $250,000 a year out of your share of the trucking company so you’re going to be all right.” He waited again, but she said nothing. “Well, ok then,” he said, “we had something good going and...and...I love you...even after last night I love you.”

  She looked across the table at Darnell. He was grinning. He’d reached inside his robe and
was starting to stroke his cock. She had trouble speaking, “Danny, after last night, after what you saw, after what you learned, it could never be the same again. You must know that.”

  “But we could try.”

  Darnell stood and held his stiff cock out toward her. “Kiss it,” he mouthed as he started around the table toward her.

  “I’m sorry, Danny,” she said

  She sensed he was crying, “I’ve booked two seats on the ten o’clock flight tonight. If you change your mind.” He paused. “If not, I’ll have the papers sent over to that bar tomorrow morning.” He waited, then she heard him click off.

  Darnell was standing between her parted legs, his cockhead inches from her mouth. She leaned forward and gently pressed her lips to its tip. She looked up at him for permission. He nodded. She parted her lips and took him into her mouth. She sucked slowly, continuing to look up into his eyes. When he came she tightened her grip on the base of his cock and sucked harder and swallowed. She held him in her mouth until his cock had gone limp.

  “You suck your Johns like that you gonna make a shit load a money,” he said.

  “I don’t need any money. Danny is giving me half a million and the house in Aruba. I also own a half share in the trucking company that pays me more than two hundred thousand a year.”

  Darnell returned to his chair across the table from her. “Well then,” he said, “I guess this ain’t about money. You can buy yourself a fuckin million dollar condo in the best part of the city and live like a fuckin rich bitch.” He leaned forward, his eyes hard, “Or you can stay here and be my bitch, stay here and fuck and suck who I tell you to fuck and suck.” He sat back. “Looks like you got another decision to make this morning.”

  “If I stay I can suck and fuck you?”

  “Yeah, you be my main bitch. I break the rule for you. You be livin right across the hall. I take you places. Show you off. Make you do stuff. You know what I’m sayin?”