by Tia Siren
''Here fill this out.'' Keke handed him a client information sheet that covered just about everything she needed to know. ''Can we discuss fees?'' He nodded. ''Two thousand a day plus expenses,'' Keke said emboldened in the knowledge that his father was one of the richest men in American and that Dan was in all likelihood his heir. He nodded again. Keke smiled and shouted for Janice to come. She appeared and listened. ''When Mr. Stephenson has filled out this form, please draw up a contract for him to sign. The fee is two thousand a day plus expenses.'' Janice looked and was about to say 'how much?' She managed to stop herself when she saw Keke look at her in a 'don't say anything,' kind of way.
*****
Dan put his foot to the floor and felt himself being pressed back in the driver's seat. He loved his Ferrari. Not because it was an eye catcher, and woman after woman wanted to talk to him, but because it was his only chance to let off steam. His way of dealing with stress was flooring it and driving at a speed that made his heart race and his hands cling to the steering wheel in fear.
As he hurtled down the freeway towards his office, he thought about Keke. What the hell was he doing, getting married to Britney when he could have someone like Keke? She was a real woman. She had her own business and was fighting for herself in the big wide world. All Britney had ever done was sponge off him and moan that she was bored. Now she even refused to sleep with him. It had been three weeks since he'd had sex and he was bursting. Was that why he'd found Keke so darn attractive, he wondered. Or, was it simply that she was smoking hot? He realized it was the latter.
He pulled into the parking space marked Mr. Dan Stephenson and looked up. What a difference between this office and Keke's, he thought. Sixty floors of pure glass luxury versus an old hut in need of paint. As he was about to open the door and climb out of the car, it enveloped him. That feeling. Oh no, you're kidding me, he thought.
''Dan, I've been looking for you everywhere. Where have you been?'' His father was sitting at his desk in his office. Dan put his hand over his eyes to protect himself from the stream of sunlight flooding in through the floor to ceiling glass wall and peered at him.
''Dad, sorry, I had a couple of jobs to do. I'm back now. What's happening?''
Ernie Stephenson was sixty-three years old and very tall. He had a full head of gray hair and a tan that showed off his smile. If only he knew how proud of him I am, he thought as he looked at Dan. ''Your mother has been on the phone, non-stop. She must have called twenty times. Something about the wedding. Apparently Britney has been to see her, and they have been looking at seating arrangements. They seem to want your input.''
''Jesus, what the hell does it matter who sits next to who? Throw a list of names into the air and see how they land.''
''I know how you feel son. Weddings are a nightmare. But just bite your tongue. Women love weddings, and you'll get yourself into a lot of hot water if you don't cooperate. Take it from an old hand.''
Ernie found it hard to understand how a man of Dan's age, twenty-six, could have so much business acumen. He himself had done okay, but he'd inherited the business from his father and expanded it gradually. However in the two years since Dan had left college, his suggestions had increased profitability by an amount Ernie had never thought possible. Born to it, he thought. All he had to do now was marry the daughter of his long time friend Jeff, and everything would be perfect. ''Are you alright?'' he asked his son.
''Yer. Just sick of all the wedding stuff. Britney just hasn't been the same since we got engaged. I haven't got a clue where her head is. I can't seem to get through to her.''
''Nerves. She's very young, give her time. We are all very much looking forward to the wedding. She's a great girl. You couldn't have found a more beautiful woman, and she'll make a fantastic wife and mother. Just be patient and don't go around upsetting her. She'll be a great asset to the family.''
What sort of asset? Dan asked himself as he walked to his office. Isn't an asset supposed to be of value and enhance your life? All Britney was doing was driving him away from her. Do you really love her an ugly voice asked him? You don't really do you, admit it, the voice continued. He plonked himself down in the leather chair behind his desk and took a deep breath. He shook his head and blocked all further thoughts of Britney. As soon as he had done so, Keke came into his mind, and the feeling he'd had in the car came back again. ''Oh no, please leave me alone,'' he said.
*****
Not again, Dan thought. He'd know for a long time that worker relations weren't good at the mine in Johannesburg, but they'd had a pay increase, and he'd implemented their suggestions for fair distribution of overtime. Now they were playing with his good nature, and he didn't like that. He'd had enough.
''Listen, George, we employ you to keep the mine profitable, and it is far from that, in fact, it's leaking money like I've never seen before. So here's the deal. I've been more than fair with everyone. You tell them to get back to work by six am tomorrow morning, or I'm closing the mine, and they can all starve. Got it?'' He slammed the phone down and looked out of the window. There it was again. The same feeling he'd had yesterday, twice. Give in to it, a voice said.
Time for rational thought, he told himself. You're engaged to Britney, and if you don't marry her, you will disappoint everyone and probably hurt her beyond repair. So much is clear, he decided. ''Now the hard part,'' he muttered to himself as he closed his eyes and tried to concentrate. Why, when you think of the private detective Keke, do you get this incredibly strong feeling you want to rip her clothes off, bed her and live happily ever after with her? Dan opened his eyes and looked at the clouds that weren't far above his office. Two birds flew passed and it came to him.
*****
Keke sat down in the diner and ordered her usual from Jessie. ''Take the sugar away Jessie, it's too tempting.'' As Jessie took the sugar pot away, she shook her head. ''You're crazy. Nobody's got a body like yours, allow yourself, at least, some pleasures in life.''
Keke's cell phone rang. It was Dan. Now there's a pleasure I could really get hooked on, she thought.
''Keke? I would like to talk to you.''
''I'm listening.''
''No, face to face.''
''I'm at the diner if you want to come round.''
''Okay wait for me.''
Keke's fists closed in a little show of triumph. She knew he wasn't coming to discuss business; it was too soon after their initial meeting for him to expect any results from her investigations. After forty minutes Keke saw his car pull up outside the diner. He was wearing jeans and T-shirt, not his suit. Her eyes followed him to the door and up to her table.
Do it, he commanded himself. Don't deny your feelings, to hell with Britney and the rest of them, it's your turn to be happy now. ''Keke get up and follow me.'' Keke wasn't used to being ordered around, but she didn't mind now. ''Come on, what are you waiting for?'' She followed him, trying to keep up, as he walked out of the diner. Once they were clear of the door, he took her hand and led her down the side of the building. He pushed her against the wall and kissed her, hard. He was relieved when she didn't knee him or scratch him. He didn't want her rejection; he wanted her love.
''Kiss me more, I want to feel your lips on mine. Give me more,'' Keke whispered when she thought he was going to pull away. He didn't disappoint her. Dan couldn't remember when he had last been so hard. We can't do it here, he thought. ''Get in my car, we're going for a ride.''
Keke complied without saying a word. She closed her eyes as he drove faster than she liked out of the parking lot and onto the highway. Put your hand on her knee, keep up the momentum, make her really want you, a voice said to him. When he did, Keke put her hand onto his and pulled it from her knee up onto her thigh. Where the hell are you going, he thought. He'd been in such a hurry to get her into his car that he hadn't given much thought to where he was taking her.
When he pulled into the driveway, Keke noticed a white post and rail fence on both sides. Beyond, there were fields f
illed with horses. Again she closed her eyes as they hit a bump and took off. When the car ground to halt, it scattered tiny stones all over the yard. Keke opened her eyes and saw that hey were at a ranch. Dan had pulled up in the middle of the stable block. Surely our first time isn't going to be in a smelly old stable. She noticed some of the stables were occupied and some not. The horses looked as confused as she was.
''Who does this place belong to?'' she asked.
''It's mine, but I don't live here. Horses are a hobby. The ranch manager lives here. Can you ride a horse?''
''Er....it's been a long time,'' Keke remembered all those Saturday mornings when her mother had forced her to go to the local riding school. Endless circles on bored horses, with a horny riding instructor staring at her backside as it rose and fell.
''Hi Mike. Saddle Domino and Pudsy would you,'' Dan asked his ranch hand. Keke didn't like the sound of Pudsy. It sounded like an obstinate beast that would buck and kick and eventually bolt with her clinging mercifully to its mane.
''Let's get you into some riding things.'' Twenty minutes later Keke emerged from the tack room, dressed in a pair of jeans with leather chaps.''Here, no cowgirl is complete without a hat.'' When she put it on, she laughed, and her face lit up. She's marvelous, he thought.
Pudsy turned out to be Dan's horse. He was a magnificent quarter horse stallion. If your master has muscles like you, I'm in for a treat Keke thought as they lead their horses out of the yard.
''Never mount in the yard. The yard is for grooming, feeding and stabling, not riding.'' Why he was telling her this, she didn't know. ''Let's mount here.'' They'd reached a mounting block with two steps. ''Let me hold Domino while you get on.'' Keke stood on the mounting block and put her leg over her. She half expected the white mare to buckle under the weight, but the trusty steed remained rock solid. When Keke's buttocks touched the saddle, it all came back to her. The endless circles.
''You're good,'' he said trying to encourage her to relax. Keke was already out of breath, and they had only walked two hundred meters. ''Breathe. You're hyperventilating. In....out.'' Keke began to relax. ''Domino is our best horse, you could trust her with your savings.'' Except I haven't got any, Keke thought. They walked for half an hour, and Keke began to really enjoy herself. It was warm and sitting on a horse had given her a sense of freedom and power. The meadows they rode over were filled with wild flowers and the air smelled far better than the choking fumes back in Dallas.
''We're here. Let's dismount and tie them to that tree,'' Dan said. They had stopped next to a beautiful lake. When the horses were gratefully munching the lushest grass they had seen for a long time, Dan took hold of Keke and kissed her. ''I want you, and I have wanted you since we met. You're amazing.''
And what about his fiancee, a voice said to her. She ignored it. Keke was a pragmatic person. She wanted him as badly as he wanted her and she wasn't going to let any thoughts spoil the moment.
Dan took Keke's breath away with his kisses. His lips kept perfect time to hers as their tongues danced with each other. My heads spinning, I need to sit or lie, Keke thought. Without breaking their kiss, she put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him to his knees. Before she could join him, however, he put his hands to her buttocks and pulled her groin to his face. When she heard him breathing in the scent of her excitement, she closed her eyes. That's what I want, she thought. I want sexual intimacy and he just proved he can give it to me.
She wanted to kneel with him; her legs were shaking, partly from the horse ride but mostly out of excitement. When she heard him lower her zipper she wondered how because his hands were kneading her buttocks. When she looked, he'd pulled it down with his teeth. My God, another surprise she thought as she thrust her hands into his dark hair. He let go of her to unfasten the button on her jeans. When it was open, he pulled her jeans down and watched as her pink panties came into view. ''Wow, you must have known,'' he said. ''I love black women in pink They look so sexy against your dark skin.'' If I'd known you were going to undress me today, I would have put another a better pair, she thought. She stepped out of her jeans and grabbed his hair again when he pulled the pink panties to one side and planted his tongue onto her.
''Oh Jesus, that's nice. Oh, keep doing that Dan,'' she said, winding his hair into her fists. Dan had no intention of stopping; she tasted wonderful. He loved the feel of her buttocks as his hands stroked over her smooth skin. She tried to take it all in. This wonderful man had his mouth on her womanhood, and his hands all over her ass, and it was too much for her to bear. Her legs began to tremble, and she had to lie down.
She dropped to her knees and then onto her back. Open you legs wide for him, you want this man, let him in, she thought. Dan lay between her legs and resumed his tongue work. Keke felt the grass on her back and his tongue on her womanhood, it was a superb contrast of hot and cold. Oh God, he's going to make me come, she thought as she felt her body begin to stiffen. ''Don't stop,'' she gasped. Dan grunted as Keke inadvertently pulled his hair too hard. She looked down and saw his mouth just below her pubic hair and his beautiful green eyes staring up at her. When their eyes met, it threw her over the top, and she screamed out. Dan held onto to her impressed at the intensity of her orgasm. Her legs straightened, and her toes curled. Her back arched, and her stomach muscles almost cramped under the strain. Dan almost laughed when he noticed how she had disturbed the turf next to her She had gripped it like a bed sheet and ripped it up towards her.
''Let me see you,'' she whispered as Dan came up to kiss her. ''Stand up and take your clothes off.'' Dan stood up and pretended to be a stripper. He gyrated his hips and began to open his shirt, button by slow button. This will take all day, she thought. She sat up and pulled him to her by the leg. He felt her hands at his belt, and in what seemed like an instant, he heard her take a sharp breath as his penis sprung up in front of her face. ''Just how I like it,'' she said looking up at him. ''You're so big and hard.''
When her mouth encircled him, she felt him twitch. His balls were heavy and coarse to the touch and she loved the feel of them. They moved in her hand as his penis disappeared into her mouth. She moved her hand up and down his shaft as her mouth played with the tip of him. When she started to suck, he knew he was in trouble.
''Stop, Keke, stop.'' She didn't want to stop. She wanted to feel him shoot into her mouth. She liked oral sex, and she especially liked the taste of this man. He tasted salty and fresh, and the scent of his arousal was making her wetter than any man had ever done. Dan was strong, and he pushed her from him.
''No I want to come in your pussy the first time.''
''Then come down here and take me,'' she said, lying back and spreading her legs once again. She felt his penis at her entrance and held her breath. When she felt him slide inside her, she let out a little gasp. ''Oh, I love how that feels.'' She arched her back and pushed her pelvis up. ''Now make love to me Dan, make me yours.''
Her words were too much for him, and he felt himself about to come. Think of a brick wall, he told himself. He'd read in some men's magazine that if you are making love to a woman who turns you on so much you are in danger of ejaculating too soon, you should start counting the bricks in an imaginary wall.
Keke felt the urge to hold onto him tightly. His strokes were long and firm, and she moved every time he thrust into her. When he'd settled, he stopped counting bricks and concentrated on the beauty under him. ''Open your shirt, I want to see you breasts,'' he commanded. As she gasped under him, she undid each button and let the shirt fall open. Dan loved the femininity of her pink bra. Her large breasts wobbled each time he pushed into her, and she heard him begin to grunt.
''Give me you sperm Dan. I want to feel you shoot in me.'' Dan couldn't resist anymore. He groaned and stayed stock still as his penis unloaded every last drop into her.
Damn, he thought. Far too fast. That wasn't what I wanted. ''Keke, I'm sorry it was a bit fast, but you turn me on so much I .....''
''Shut up, i
t was perfect.'' She hugged him and kissed the side of his face. ''You are a lovely man.'' After an age, his penis slid out of her, and he rolled from her. As they looked into each others eyes, they both knew, something special was happening.
''That was great Dan. I.....''
He didn't know what she was going to say but decided he would leave nothing to chance. ''I don't want the woman I'm engaged to. I want you. Just so you know.'' The last thing Dan wanted was Keke to think she was just a fling.
''And I want you.''
''Keke, before we get involved, I want to tell you something about me.''
''You can tell me anything, Dan.''
''I'm an alcoholic.'' I'm only twenty-six and I'm an alcoholic, but I haven't had a drink for three years.'' He looked at her face, desperately looking for any sign of disgust. ''I nearly dropped out of college because of it. I was drunk all day everyday. My father paid for rehab and since then I've been okay. I still get strong urges to drink, and I'm afraid I will fall back into my old habits one day. But so far I seem to be winning.''
It all came back to her. Her father. Two bottles of vodka a day. A mother with black eyes and broken ribs. ''Sorry Dan. It was lovely. I'll do the work for you, but I can't have a relationship with you.''
******
Britney knocked on the door and waited. Where the hell was he? She knocked again, this time, harder. ''Alright I'm coming,'' he shouted.
She was in Shelborne Springs a small town just outside Dallas. Witherington Crescent was a neat little street where the neighbors were friendly, and the lawns well looked after. It was the kind of place where dad washed the car on Saturday morning while mom baked apple pie, and the kids whizzed around on bicycles.
Jason held the door open for her, and she entered the house. Without saying anything he took her hand and climbed the stairs. If the neighbors had been more attentive, they would have noticed the bedroom curtains close.
After they had made love, he rolled his muscle-packed frame from her, leaned down and kissed her. ''You know Britney, you always were the best screw at school and nothing’s changed. You've still got it.''