by Donna Raider
Baron paced the floor. He was famous for finding new, marketable talent. He had been searching for fresh, exciting talent for over a year and coming up short. His latest obsession with the lead singer of the Choir Boys band had Marcus on his bad side. Baron had been very upset that his top agent had failed to deliver a contract tying up the band and its lead singer for ten years. Marcus hadn’t told him the town’s mayor had simply out maneuvered him.
The YouTube video popped open and began to play. Marcus’ stomach turned over. He felt the bile rise in his throat. There, shimmying her breast toward her partner was the gorgeous mayor that had made his life a living hell. They were singing something about magic. It made him want to shove his head into freshly poured cement so the world would go away.
“Look at that,” Baron laughed gleefully. “Have you ever seen such chemistry between two people? Moreover, they can sing. The fact that they are the most beautiful couple I have ever laid eyes on is a definite plus. They are exactly what I have been looking for to take this town by storm.”
Marcus groaned. He wanted to shove Baron into freshly poured cement. He watched as the two sang to each other. They touched, laughed, danced and were in love. His whole body trembled as they bowed, and Leah began throwing kisses to her audience. The look on the priest’s face was pure joy. It was easy to see she was proud of the woman at her side. Leah whispered something into the priest’s ear as she led her back to the table. Even on the video, Marcus could see the priest blush. He could only imagine what she had whispered in the woman’s ear. Marcus gagged, Dinner with her wife, huh, he thought. He noticed the priest wasn’t wearing a collar, opting for a white dinner jacket and black bowtie instead.
“Excuse me.” Marcus dashed for the bathroom where he threw up. He finally got himself under control. He washed his face, rinsed out his mouth and returned to confront his boss. “Too much partying last night,” he grinned as he rejoined Baron.
He was surprised to see his secretary in his office. “Chief, she addressed Marcus, “Have you seen the video of the couple that was in your office Thursday? It has gone viral and had over four million hits.”
Baron’s eyes immediately shot to his top agent. “You rascal,” he beamed. “You are already working on signing them aren’t you.” He slapped Marcus’ back. “That’s why I pay you the big bucks. You are the best. How long before you have them under contract.”
“I…I…” Marcus stammered.
“Not trying to pin you down, old boy,” Baron grinned. “I know these things take time. It will make up for the bad deal you signed with the Choir Boys.”
Baron turned to leave the room. “Any chance you can get that band to do a recording session. One album will make us millions. Their video has gone over a billion hits.” He laughed gleefully as he almost danced out of the room.
Marcus slumped in his chair and moaned into his hands. His career was over. His desire for the brunette beauty consumed his entire being. His life was in ruins. He had to stop this downward spiral quickly.
##
Leah’s phone dinged the arrival of a text message from Richie. “Wow, Mom! You and Mika are awesome. The entire town loves this.” He had attached a video.
Mika raised her eyebrows asking if Leah wanted her to play the video. She was still on the phone with Emily. Leah nodded and watched as the entire performance by her and her wife began to play across the screen. She laughed as she saw the look on Mika’s face when she leaned toward her and shimmied her shoulders. Although, her shoulders weren’t what Mika was grinning at, like a fool.
She hung up on Emily and fell over in Mika’s lap, laughing. “Look at your face,” she cried.
“Oh, my, gosh!” Mika howled, “I am almost drooling down the front of your dress. You really shouldn’t dress like that in public if you expect me to keep it together.”
“That is just one of the many things I adore about you, darling,” she laughed. “I love knowing I affect you like that.”
“One thing for sure,” Mika sighed. “If you don’t want it on YouTube, don’t do it in public. It appears there is always someone close by with a cell phone.”
Her phone played Richie’s ringtone, and Leah answered it still laughing with her wife
A text dinged in on the Priest’s phone with a message from Ruth, “You two are incredibly hot. We love you. Hurry home. We miss our power couple. Can’t wait to hear about NY. It looks like you knocked their socks off,” Mika held Ruth’s text in front of Leah so she could read it.
“Sheriff Carver why are you calling me on my son’s cell phone,” Leah asked caustically. “No, I don’t wish to discuss my behavior with you. Apparently, you are the only one that has a problem with it. Please put Richie on the phone.”
“Richie are you okay,” Leah queried in her sweetest voice. Yes, we are still planning to be home for Mass in the morning. I am proud of you, too, son. I love you. Mika sends her love, too.”
Leah stretched lazily putting her legs across her wife’s lap. “One thing I would like to do today,” she smiled sweetly at her, “is visit Radio City Music Hall. I would like to see where you will be shaking your booty.”
Mika ducked her head and smiled her little girl smile as a faint pink spread up her neck to her face. God, I want you, she thought.
“I know a great little bistro about a block from there,” Mika said. “We can have James drop us off and walk to the music hall after lunch.”
“That will work out great.” Leah scooted into Mika’s lap, “They have a tour that starts at 1:30. We can do the tour then go to Mass. St. Patrick’s Cathedral is right across the street.”
Leah kissed her slowly, her lips moving maddeningly against Mika’s. Her tongue tentatively explored her lips then moved hesitantly to engage Mika’s tongue. “Mortal,” she whispered.
“Umm,” she purred. “That will do for now.”
##
James dropped them at an exquisite French restaurant for lunch. “Please, order for me,” Leah leaned toward her and smiled.
Leah watched Mika as she ordered Porcini Flan for their appetizer and Wild Alaskan Salmon for their entrée. She ordered her favorite wine. Leah liked everything about Mika. The way she was comfortable in any situation. The way she handled herself whether they were eating a hamburger at the diner in their hometown or caviar at an exclusive restaurant in New York. Mika was extremely well educated and never stooped to the use of profanity to express herself. Her mind went briefly to Emily. Life would have been so different with Emily. Unbearable.
Emily’s idea of a fine restaurant was anything serving Mexican food. Her motto had been if you can’t wash it down with beer, it isn’t worth eating. The sheriff could barely make a sentence without using profanity.
Mika treated her like a queen and always let her know how lucky she felt to be her wife. Emily had treated her like a harlot and never missed an opportunity to remind her how lucky she was to be sleeping with the town sheriff. She shook her head to clear the humiliating image of herself and the sheriff.
Mika reached across the table and took Leah’s hand raising it slowly to her lips she kissed it. Warmth spread throughout Leah’s body. Not desire, but the deep, adoration of Mika’s love. Mika looked deep into her eyes. Little did she know she was being compared to those before her and deemed the best thing that had ever happened to her? Leah smiled at her and overcame the urge to take them back to their bedroom in the penthouse.
They strolled the streets of New York, holding hands, laughing and enjoying each other’s company. Occasionally Mika couldn’t help herself and would steal a kiss. Of course, Leah would always remind her that one couldn’t steal that which is freely given.
They arrived at the music hall just as the tour group was beginning to enter the facility. Leah was fascinated by the stage that would raise and lower. The hydraulics required to lift and lower the stage intrigued her. She studied it, committing what she saw to memory. She surveyed the hall itself. It was all so overwhelming
. She wondered if Mika and the Choir Boys might be intimidated by the opulence and size of the hall.
She gripped her wife’s hand tightly. “Does the number of people you will be performing for here make you nervous?” she asked softly.
“Honey, I have ridden into life and death battles against more men than this facility can hold.” Mika grinned. Now, that made me nervous. It doesn’t bother me at all. Besides, I will only be performing for one person sitting in the audience.”
Leah tiptoed and kissed her.
They examined the dressing rooms. She was going over security in her mind. She did not intend to let New York women rub all over her wife and son.
They walked across the street to St. Patrick’s and attended Mass.
After Mass, they caught a Gray Line bus and got off at Zuccotti Park in the financial district. She wanted to see the New York Stock Exchange. Mika was telling her about the Occupy Wall Street movement in 2011 where hundreds of protesters destroyed public and private property, raped their fellow protesters, trafficked drugs and desecrated statues in and around the park. She was surprised to see a gathering of protestors in the park as they walked past.
“Let’s move away from here,” Mika told her. “Nothing good ever comes from interacting with these people.”
As they rounded a corner, they encountered four men who were harassing a woman wearing a burka. Although they all seemed to be of the same nationality, the men were cursing the woman. “Tramp show us your face. You let your American boyfriend see you. Show us what you show him.”
“What is the meaning of this,” Leah demanded in her queenliest voice.
The men turned their eyes to the couple and Mika could see their fury at being spoken to in such a voice by the American woman. Sizing up Mika, they decided the four of them could take the couple down. They began to fan out, moving slowly toward the couple. Two of them had knives.
The men narrowed their eyes and looked at Leah. “Mut’a” one of them muttered, and they all laughed brutally, leering at the dark-haired woman.
“Fellows you don’t want to do this,” Mika tried to dissuade them from their obvious plan of attack.
“She is your wife,” one of the men growled.
“Yes,” Mika answered loudly.
“You would die for her,” the same man asked.
“Yes,” Mika raised her voice even louder.
“Then prepare to meet your God, dog, for today she will be ours.”
“I don’t think so,” Mika grinned as she froze the men in their place.
Taking her wife’s arm, Mika transported them to the penthouse. Just as they left, she saw Leah flick her wrist, but nothing happened to the men. As they disappeared, Mika nodded, and the men began moving.
“What was that all about,” Leah looked at Mika with a confused expression.
“This city is filled with good and evil,” Mika shrugged. “We just met some of the evilest. They have no regard for women or the rights of others.”
She nodded. “I fought that constantly in my realm.”
Mika looked into her eyes. “What did you do to them?”
Leah gave her a wide-eyed innocent look as if she didn’t understand what she was asking. “You did something to the four men,” Mika pushed for an answer.
“Let’s just say that right about now; they are discovering that they have traded their penis for a vagina.” The mayor grinned evilly. “See how they like spending the rest of their miserable lives as one of their buddies abused wives.”
“Wow,” Mika laughed, “You do know how to dispense justice.”
Leah’s phone dinged receipt of a text message. It was from the phone number she had not answered all weekend.
“Must speak with you. It is urgent. Marcus.”
“Oh,” she sighed with annoyance when she read the message. “It is from Mr. Devon. I do not want to deal with him.”
“Why don’t you change, and I will call Marcus,” Mika picked up her phone. “I will put it on speakerphone so you can listen.
“Hello, Leah.” Marcus’s smooth voice filled the room.
“Sorry, old boy,” Mika answered. “This is Priest Mika Cross. The mayor asked me to call you. She is indisposed right now.”
“Yes, well, you will do,” the agent said sullenly. “Are you aware of a YouTube video of you and the mayor at a karaoke event last night?”
“Yes,” Mika laughed. “Our son called us first thing this morning.”
“Our son?” Marcus’ question hung in the air like poisonous gas
“Yes, Richie.” The priest explained. “He is our son.”
“As in you and the mayor,” Marcus could barely speak.
“Yes. My wife and I have a thirteen-year-old son named Richie. The leader of the Choir Boys band.” Mika spoke as if explaining a difficult problem to a small child.
“You’re married to the mayor?” Marcus could hardly breathe.
“Yes. Leah Cross is my wife,” Mika said sternly.
“Excuse me,” Marcus cleared his throat. “May I call you back in a few minutes?”
“Let me call you Monday,” Mika said. “We’re just leaving for dinner.”
“Of course, you are,” Marcus said miserably. “Just call me at your convenience.”
“That was strange,” Leah walked out of the bathroom putting on her earrings.
“You are so sexy when you do that,” Mika said hoarsely.
“Do what, darling,” she smiled.
“The way you tilt your head slightly to one side as you put on your earring.”
“You know I let you get a good night’s sleep last night,” Leah smiled her predator smile. “I believe we are all rested.”
“Magic tricks tonight?” Mika laughed.
“Count on it,” Leah threw back over her shoulder as she left the room.
##
“I thought we would see the musical Wicked, then have dinner here,” Mika told her as they walked toward the car.
Leah smiled approvingly. Although she could easily spend the rest of her life in bed with her wife, she liked that Mika enjoyed taking her out and sharing new experiences with her. None of her past lovers had ever taken her anywhere except the bedroom.
##
“That was wonderful,” she joyously smiled as they left the Gershwin Theater. “Obviously, I am a true fan of back stories.”
Mika laughed. “I think your current story is pretty awesome, too. You are awesome. You have overcome so much to become the woman you are now.”
“I do believe I have had a little help from the love of my life,” she hugged Mika’s arm between her breast. In the shadows, they returned to their penthouse.
Both were silent as they made their way to the terrace where dinner waited for them.
Leah put her arms around Mika’s neck and pressed the full length of her body against the blonde. “I am so glad you found me,” she murmured against Mika’s lips before slipping her tongue between her teeth and kissing her, mercilessly crushing soft lips.
Mika kissed her way down Leah’s neck, to the pulse point on her throat, then to the cleavage that had been driving her crazy all night. She inhaled the intoxicating scent of Leah and closed her eyes as her tongue danced as closely to Leah’s breasts as possible. “I have wanted to do this all night.” Mika’s voice was low and dark with desire.
Mika’s hands slid down Leah’s back to her hips and pulled her tighter against her. Still pressing Leah tightly against her with one hand, she slowly used the other hand to unzip her dress.
“On your knees is nice,” Leah whispered, helping Mika decide whether to drop the dress to the floor or pull it up over her head.
Mika slid her dress off her shoulders and slowly slid it down her body, kissing each inch of flesh exposed, as the dress slowly made its way to the floor. Mika was on her knees.
She slid off her shoes then began working her pantyhose down her slender legs. Mika sat back on her heels and looked up at her perfect face, as
king permission. Mika felt like a meager offering at the feet of a goddess who had allowed her to become her wife.
Leah dropped to her knees and embraced Mika. “In the bed,” she said in that deep sultry voice that Mika always obeyed instantly.
##
Hours later, Leah lay beside Mika, propped up on her elbow, committing the lines of her strong, chiseled face to memory. “That was amazing,” Leah whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming Mika’s name. She leaned down and kissed her, striving to communicate her appreciation of Mika as a lover. She moved her tongue slowly against hers, savoring the taste of Mika in her mouth.
Mika closed her eyes, totally submerged in the sensuous creature that was her wife. Her body still trembled with the tidal waves of passion that had endlessly washed over them.
Leah laid her head on Mika’s breast, listening to her heartbeat. It was still pounding as rapidly and loudly as her own. “I wish we could stay like this,” she murmured. “Just you and me.”
“I know,” Mika said softly. “Have you ever considered appointing a deputy mayor? You know I have Priest Gloria Thomas. She loves to take over when I’m gone, and I have shifted more and more of the actual duties to her. If you had a deputy mayor, we could take several four-day weekends a year with no problem.”
“That’s a wonderful idea. Kathryn has just finished her law degree. She would make an excellent deputy mayor.” Leah began planning the transition.
Mika kissed Leah’s hair and slowly traced circles on her bare back. “I love the feel of your skin,” she said appreciatively. “So soft, so luxurious, so smooth. You are perfect, my love.”
The crimson hue of the rising sun touched their windows, reminding them they had to go home. “I sent home everything but an outfit for each of us,” Leah smiled, then waved her hand and dressed them.
“You love putting my collar on upside down, don’t you?” Mika laughed, reaching for her, but she stepped away.
“No, no,” Leah chided her. We are about to appear in the rectory, and we don’t need to look like we’ve slept in our clothes.”
Mika looked at Leah dressed in her Sunday best. She was the epitome of the wife of a woman of God. Leah was her every dream come true. Mika hoped she was the same for Leah.