by Kylie Parker
Chapter Twenty-Five
I honestly did not expect much of anything to happen at the theater outside of just getting Sylvia in the mood. Truthfully, I had expected for us to go back to one of our apartments after the movie for some fun, but I am more than happy to do it here. We are about halfway through that bottle of champagne, and the movie has only been on for about thirty minutes at this point. The cake is gone, and she has sunk further and further into me with every passing minute.
Right now her right hand is rested on my knee, and she seems to be rubbing my knee with her palm. I am not paying any attention to the movie, and I don’t think she is either –if anything, she is just pretending to be interested in the film. I know I’m not. I keep second guessing myself as to whether or not she is wanting to do it now or is just getting herself excited for later. After a few minutes of debating with myself, I decide to test the waters. I reach one hand down and touch her knee similar to what she has been doing to be for the past ten minutes or so, but I slowly start to slide my hand up until I am under her dress at her thigh. She does not stop me; if anything, she just comes closer to me and lays her head against my chest.
Holy shit; she’s not wearing underwear. That is pretty much all the confirmation I need to deduce that she has been looking forward to tonight just as much as me. “Damn,” I say when I make this pleasant discovery. She’s wet too and all ready to go. “Oh Damn,” I say again at my second happy surprise.
“Get it in me –now.” She says, and I am hardly able to contain my excitement. Where did this version of Sylvia come from all of a sudden? Maybe she has been thinking about this just as much as me? She did tell me she has a poster of me in her apartment. I guess as much as she is my fantasy girl I’m her fantasy boy too. Works for me.
“Yes, ma’am!” I say, and I kick off my shoes and get out of my pants faster than I think I ever have before. I toss my boxers and my suit jacket, but my button-up and tie remain on. She hikes up her dress, and her dress sandals are kicked away as well.
We’re both way too eager to get a move on to bother removing her dress or my tie and button up. I enter inside her for the first time, and I am instantly overcome with an intense amount of relief. This has been building up for a considerable amount of time. I have been creepily crushing on her billboard modeling gig for over a year, almost two, and we have tried to get in bed together several times now. The anticipation has been killing me. I feel her tense up, and the walls of her womb tighten around me –making me cringe from the intense sensation.
She wraps her arms around me and pulls the thick blanket over us both as we sink down into the beanbag chair. Thinking back, perhaps the beanbag was not the best option. It is not that easy to move around on top of. We sink further down into the beanbag, and the foamy interior wraps us up tight like a heat-filled balloon of foam and skin. Eventually, I manage to pull her green dress up over her head, and I stare at her perky breasts hidden beneath the fabric of a purple, lacy bra. Although she is squished underneath me, she still works furiously to unbutton my shirt so that she can touch my now sweat-covered chest. Seriously –this beanbag chair and the thick blanket are making us hotter than the sauna at my gym.
Sylvia arches back, and I glance down at her toned abdomen and generally cared for body. Holy hell. Every inch of her is perfect. Surely there is some sort of imperfection hidden somewhere on this ideal specimen of the female form? She tries not to scream, worried that the employees might hear us, but I assure her that between the movie and the fact that they are on the opposite end of the building that that is unlikely. I kiss her breasts, taking a moment to suck at both of her nipples before moving upwards to her throat. I can’t help myself: I bite the shit out of her neck, and she groans loudly. “Damn it!” she shouts at me, but her jaw looks up as she grits her teeth and then licks her lips at the overwhelming satisfaction the act causes. Now I’m on her face, and I kiss her lips hard as I press my pelvis up against hers, forcing my cock as far back into as I could possibly make it go. It’s at this moment that I notice her slight imperfection; I can’t tell exactly, but I think her eyes might be two different colors or something amiss like that because I notice for the first time that she wears contacts, and they are definitely colored contacts. What a small and insignificant flaw! It’s almost endearing, and she hides it well, but I knew there had to be something that made her human instead of completely goddess-like in appearance, so finding this little secret of hers is almost a relief.
“You’re amazing,” I say and nibble at her ears, and she moans loudly.
“Oh, James!” she calls out, “You’re going to break me in two!”
This has got to be the single most amazing moment in my life. This woman –the woman I have dreamed about and fantasized about (and masturbated to; I’m not going to lie) –has suddenly appeared in my life, and she has turned out to be even greater than anything I have ever imagined. She’s smart, funny, athletic, and she is the same sort of things I am. And, to top it off, is a hellion in bed… or beanbag, whichever. I’m not sure if it’s just her or just the fact that this moment has been building for so long, but this is the best sex I have ever had. Our movements are limited, sure, but it does not matter. I’ve never been into the whole hot and sweaty thing, but I think I might change my M.O. now. Damn! Mother of God!
“Don’t stop!” she shrieks, her hands shaking. She lowers her hands down to my ass and squeezes my cheek, and she awkwardly snorts a small laugh. One hand come up and covers her face from embarrassment.
I smile and wrap one arm around the back of her neck so that she can rest her head there, and with my other hand, I lower her hand that had covered her embarrassed face. “You’re so damn cute,” I say, and I immediately feel awkward for saying that. I’ve definitely never told a grown woman she was cute before. Beautiful. Sexy. Hot. But cute? We’re both blushing now, and I like it.
I speed up, and she looks almost light-headed when I do. Her groans become closer together and louder and louder with each passing second until I know she has certainly gotten where she needs to be. I keep her going, though. It’s my dream girl, after all. I hold out, and I keep pushing through until I know she’s had her fill of loud, pleasurable orgasms.
She’s panting, loudly. I lift myself up slightly, after having been crushing her most of the time, just so I can look down and admire her body as I continue to slide in and out of her. She’s covered in a layer of sweat that is glistening off of her. I watch as her chest moves up and down and she desperately gasps for each breath. The thick blanket, as I raise up, falls off my back and wraps around my legs. Sylvia can’t catch her breath, and I’m about to lose my endurance. One final thrust, and I ejaculate inside her. We collapse beside one another, neither having the capability to make a single utterance outside of heavy panting.
There are a million things running through my mind as we lay out, completely naked, on top of this beanbag chair, but one thing comes to the forefront of my mind as the end credits roll on the screen: that was a fucking four-hour movie. Hot damn.
Chapter Twenty-Six
A fucking subpoena! I got a fucking subpoena in the mail –a court summons for the case against me! They do not even have evidence put together yet, and here we fucking go! My head is spinning as I sift through the mail. I could punch a hole in the wall. My arm is back in my sling now after the crazy night I had had with Sylvia at the movies; I had woken up this morning with a serious pain and had to pop an extra pain pill just to get out of bed, but I am managing. This, however, is about to send me over the edge.
I call my lawyer, but this is news to him. He sounds like a shaky idiot as I talk to him about my displeasure of having had heard about this through the mail rather than through him. He apologizes, and he says he’s going to figure out how this happened. Surely there is not any evidence against me that could possibly make up a case. Sure, this is just as a sort of meditation thing –a desperate attempt by some jackasses hoping to settle outside of court with m
e to get a good payout, but I am not having any of that shit. My lawyer sounds panicked as he promises to get back to me, not making me feel any better about the situation.
For the next hour, I pace back and forth hoping for a quick phone call back from my lawyer to tell me that it was just some big misunderstanding, but I don’t ever receive a call. I realize I need some advice from a third party, and unfortunately, the first person I think of is Éclair. Éclair, before becoming a young self-made billionaire, had been through law school. She had been doing really well as far as I know, but she never took her bar exam because her business had taken off. Against my better judgment, I shoot Éclair a text asking her if she is home. She sends back a flirty wink and tells me to come on by.
I call my driver, and while I’m waiting, I gather some legal papers –all that I have on me currently. Despite mine and Éclair’s differences, she had always had my back when it came to things like this. My driver arrives, and we head to Éclair’s house. She lives on a decent sized property that is fairly private. I would not call it a mansion, but it’s fairly close. I prefer my bachelor pad apartment. She is at the door waiting for me, and she kindly smiles and waves at my driver. She’s always been really personal with her employees, which is something I admire about her. She knows the name of every janitor at every one of her branches, which is a lot more than what I can say about myself. I would call that a good employee that she could tell you the first and last name of the door hop and the fact that the man has a wife and two sons. Considering that she has an employee list with thousands of names on said list, I have always been impressed by that. I do good to remember that my driver’s first name is Louis. I’m working on that, though.
My driver departs; I told him I would be a while. I have so much shit I want to ask her about. We get in the door, and she is already all over me. I’m temporarily blinded by the sheer amount of pink and silver that floods her home, so it takes me a moment to get my bearings straight. “Not today, Éclair,” I say, and she rolls her eyes –frustrated. I sigh, “I’m sorry. I just have a lot on my mind, and you know I’m seeing someone.”
“Sure.” She says, “That Sylvia woman, right? Are you two exclusive now?”
“Well…” I think about the amazing night I had with Sylvia, but I know deep down the two of us are still just in that infatuation stage, “Not exactly, but-”
Éclair laughs and slaps me on my ass, “Whatever you say, sweetie. What has my favorite sex doll come to talk to me about today?” She bypasses me and heads into the kitchen. I follow.
“I’m serious.” I say, “Éclair, I need some legal advice.”
“I see.” She sighs and sits herself down in her breakfast nook. She waves her hand, inviting me to join. “I was really hoping you just wanted to come try out that sex swing I told you about.”
My dick goes hard almost immediately, and I’m thankful we’re sitting down. I don’t want her to know she’s turning me on right now. I have some serious stuff I need to talk to her about, and she is always more than happy to get me off my game to try to convince me to sell my company or to just toy with me sexually. “I got a subpoena in the mail this morning.” I say nervously, “That lawsuit is being put together before the cops can even test the supplements. I’m freaking out, Éclair, and I could really use a friend right now.”
She rolls her eyes, lights a cigarette, and then snatches the paperwork from me and begins to skim through it. “Your lawyer sucks.” She says upright, “My first advice? Fire his ass.” She stands and tosses the paperwork back down on the table. She disappears for a moment –she’s off in her home office, I believe because I can hear her shelves being opened and closed as she searches for something. She returns shortly and tosses a business card my way, “The guy you hired has never done anything like this before. Trust me; I would know. He’s never represented a CEO or a company. You want this woman, here. She’s the best of the best, and she’ll get you out trouble if there is a way. She’s used to bigger name clients like yourself.”
I smile, “Thanks.” I store the card away in my pocket.
“What’s going on, James?” Éclair asks, “Surely there is nothing in those organic products of yours you guys released, right? I mean, this is all going to turn out to be a bunch of bullshit, right? Or do you know something you’re not telling me?”
I can’t help myself. I tell her about the rat poisoning Eddie found and how the cops are probably going to be finding it soon too. “I don’t know what happened. I mean, how the hell does rat poison get into my supplements?”
Éclair puts out her cigarette; she looks really concerned, “Damn it, James.” She says, “Do you think someone is trying to fuck you over?”
I’m not sure. I don’t know what to say to her. Is there anyone out there who really hates me that much? With all the shit going on in the media right now and all the stress from this ordeal, I almost wish Éclair would offer to buy up my business again. I would probably consider it right now, but she is treading lightly and actually trying to not hit me while I’m down. She puts her hand on top of mine and offers me a sad smile. “Thank you,” I say although I’m not sure what I’m thinking her for. Just being there, I suppose.
“Of course.” She says. “Anytime, James.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Once again I find myself heading to the gym to meet Eddie for a private meet and greet. I am really getting tired of this, but I don’t really blame him for not wanting to hang around the office, and factory with so many cops buzzing in and out of the place –plus that inspector has turned out to be kind of a dick. I just don’t like going to the gym. The emptiness of it is really depressing. I always imagined it full of people after the grand opening –not this bullshit. Just like last time, I am here first. I don’t care for all this waiting around I’ve been doing. My arm is back in its sling, which annoys the hell out of me.
I have been told by my doctor that I can start on a physical therapy program, and since I am certified in that arena, I don’t really see the point in hiring an actual physical therapist. Instead, while I’m waiting on Eddie, I head to the empty gym lockers and change into some of the logo-covered gyms where we were going to sell in the gift shop. I put on a t-shirt and gym shorts as well as some tennis shoes. I start my gentle workout with a simple walk around the indoor track.
I know I shouldn’t run, so I don’t, but it’s driving me insane. Before that stupid car accident, I worked out religiously, but now I have to take it slow like a damn beginner. For my last lap around the track, I allow myself to do a gentle job, and before I even complete the lap I can feel that that was not a good idea. My ribs are on fire by the time I finish the course. “Fuck this shit,” I grumble under my breath. I decide to do some stretching and head to the part of the gym where all the workout equipment is located. Stretching and very light weights would be good for working my sore muscles.
For the next hour, I wind up doing some gentle stretches and working with some of the lightweight equipment, and I am actually feeling pretty good by the end of it apart from my annoyance that Eddie is still not present. It’s another twenty minutes before he finally comes walking in the door. He has a stack of paperwork with him that the police had apparently given him to look over. “What’s the deal?” I snap. “You asked me to meet you here over an hour ago.”
He shrugs, “Sorry, but it does look like you made use of that time, I see. The cops had me helping them with interviews. How’s your arm doing?”
“Better.” I grumble, “Why are we here, Eddie?”
“The cops know about the rat poison now.” Eddie says to me, “They’re talking about doing a criminal investigation now. They know it wasn’t business malpractice now, at least, so hopefully, that will make the news soon, and things will start to calm down a little.”
“We should have told them that as soon as we knew.” I say, “And maybe then things would already be calmed down. There we cameras outside my apartment building this morning.”<
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Eddie laughs, and it pisses me off. “Sorry.” He says under his breath when he notices my irritation. “Look, we are going to figure this out. At least now we know it’s not because of something we did. Someone poisoned our products, and hopefully the police can find out who.”
“All right.” I say, “But who the hell would want to screw us over like that?”
“That’s what I want to talk to you about.” Eddie nervously shifts his feet back and forth, “What if it’s Éclair?”
Now I’m really pissed. “Fuck you, Eddie!”
“Come on man; I’m serious.” He says, “Think about it. She always wants you to sell. She’s crazy and manipulative, and you know it.”
“No, she’s not.” I say, “Éclair is my friend… despite our… complicated relationship.”
“All I’m saying is maybe we talk to the police about looking into her. She could have easily hired someone to do the deed for her, you know? It’s not like she doesn’t have the money to influence someone into doing something like that. And if our business tanks, she can buy up your business at a record low price. She is the only person I can think of that has the motivation to want to screw you over.” He is practically shaking at the thought, “Who else would want to completely ruin you?”
“I don’t know, Eddie.” I grit my teeth, “But I know it’s not Éclair.”
“You don’t know shit.” He says, “Look, just think about it. The cops might not even be thinking about her as a suspect, and so far she is the only person I can come up with you might want to see you and your company burn.”
“I don’t have to think about it.” I say, “I know Éclair would not do that to me.”