“Right, that will be the day.” She was correct; I had gained a seat in society, but under it all there was that, he comes at a high price, he’s worth it. ‘The Magician.’ It was easier than I thought to live up to that reputation. I’d become a connoisseur and an expert on sex, but lately, I craved a more permanent relationship.
“Awe, are you a little depressed, Ricardo? There are plenty of other men who would love to trade places with you.”
“Okay, you’re absolutely right, now shoot…details, please. They’re important.”
“Okay, she’s older, at least ten years older than you. Actually, I never asked her outright how old she is, so I’m assuming. Been married for over thirty years and he is leaving her for a younger woman. That marriage was over years ago. They haven’t had sex with each other in over ten years. She attributed it to his erectile dysfunction. Funny how his dick came alive with a younger broad.”
“Oh, now who sounds bitter?” I laughed.
“Well you’re an exception with that dick of yours. It never stops, does it?”
“Sherry that’s not the issue is it. Tell me about your friend.”
“Her name is Angela O’Malley and she’s a bank manager, very pretty, and smart. I think she married him because he was there and because he loved her. She always felt guilty about not being able to return his love. After the kids grew, she shrank further into a shell and away from him and their bed. She’s not very upset over him leaving her. What is upsetting is how she put up with all of the bullshit over the years and now he’s leaving her. Angela never had the guts to leave. Women stay in relationships for the security it gives them even though they crave love and desire. Shame really, it’s our nature to settle.”
I heard the sadness in Sherry’s voice. She was right; I’d come across more women than I cared to think of who stayed… “Okay, you know I’ll do my best to give her a great evening.”
“I know you will. You’re a rare breed.”
Was I? I sank into my leather recliner, turned on the TV, and let my mind wander to Tory March. The thought of her and our encounter a few months back made my cock hard. I rubbed my dick through my jeans. I laid my head back and rubbed harder. Oh, yeah, I wanted this to last longer, so I thought about how my lips felt on her clean-shaven pussy, the taste of her, and the scent of her sex. I grew harder. I had my cock out and in my hands, pumping and pulling, letting the skin roll around in my fingers. My cock was already seeping, semen forming at the crown, and I imagined her licking it off. Ah yes, I could see the fiery redhead sucking my hard cock.
I pumped hard and grabbed my balls with my other hand. I massaged them hard, almost in a painful way. Fuck, my orgasm was building as my mind imagined more of Tory. Her hazel eyes staring up at me with my big cock inside her mouth as she sucked. “Fuck, fuck,’ I yelled and came, spurting semen all over my jeans and hands. Over and over again, my cock jerked, pushing forth my semen and pulsing inside. My heart beat wildly in my chest and sweat broke out on my forehead. Just thinking about Tory March turned me on. It was time to find her and get in her pants again.
****
The main office of Channel 18 was located downtown. I dressed for the occasion, figuring I’d make an entrance in baggy jeans, black sweater, and a black leather sports jacket. I had a pair of motorcycle boots, but this time I opted for a pair of black leather designer loafers. The way I looked had become an obsession with me. And, as always, heads turned as I entered a room.
The reception area didn’t impress me. I guess I was expecting to see a bit more class from one of the major television stations. The chairs were few and worn but the young woman at the desk was gorgeous. Her dark chestnut hair with its auburn highlights caught my eye immediately. When she looked up, her blue eyes shot through me and I smiled.
A smile came to her lovely full lips as she spoke. “Can I help you?” Her voice had a soft ring to it. I became mesmerized and almost forgot why I was there.
“I’m looking for Miss Tory March.”
Her eyes opened wide. “Oh, who should I say is calling?”
“Tell her…” I hesitated as my mind jolted back to the reason why I was there. “You can tell her Ricardo Hanley and if that doesn’t ring a bell, tell her The Magician.”
She broke out into a giggle and hit her phone. “Miss March?”
I heard no response as she was wearing headphones. “There’s a gentleman here to see you,” she paused then said, “no, his name is Ricardo Hanley.”
I stood there smiling, knowing I was unnerving the pretty thing.
Again, she broke out into giggles, “He said to tell you that he’s The Magician.”
Her giggles came to an abrupt halt and her face took on a serious demeanor. “Oh, yes Miss March, so sorry, of course.”
She stood up and came from behind the desk. She was now all business. “Please follow me, Mr. Hanley.”
I walked behind her delicious ass down a broad corridor. She stopped and turned. “Miss March’s office.” She then gave me a little sexy smile as she walked back.
“Come in, Mr. Hanley,” Tory’s feisty, deep voice called.
I opened the door and found her sitting at her desk, drinking a cup of coffee. She was as gorgeous as I remembered. “Hello, Miss March, how have you been?”
“What the hell do you want, Ricardo?”
“You’ve been on my mind lately,” I said, watching her closely
“How unfortunate for you.” Her attitude was extremely condescending.
I closed the door behind me and found the lock. She pushed her chair away from her desk. “What the hell are you doing?”
“What do you think? Do I scare you? Are you afraid you might have another orgasm before I leave?”
“Open the door,” she said breathlessly.
“I will,” I said as I slowly approached her.
She held her ground as I pinned her against the desk. I let my lips touch hers lightly so I could feel her tremble. She didn’t move. I moved closer and hoisted her onto her desk, spreading her thighs. I kissed her neck then sucked at her jugular.
“Christ,” she whispered.
I moved even closer, pressing against her full breasts, spreading her legs further. My hand went to the back of her head, as my mouth demanded more. My tongue gained entrance and the kiss was deep and commanding. She wound her arms around my neck, pulled me closer; opened her legs further, as her skirt rode up her ample hips. She undid my belt then the zipper to my jeans. I’d won. She wasn’t pulling any punches now. One hand went between her legs and up her inner thigh until it reached the crotch of her panties, which now were soaked. In one swift motion, I had them down and off her. I pushed two fingers into her as I took her lips with mine again.
Her hands hooked into the waist of my jeans and she pulled hard as they slipped down, releasing my hard cock.
“You’re not wearing any boxers.”
“No, I came prepared.”
“You were that sure?”
“Pretty much; was I wrong?”
“Bastard,” she whispered and took my mouth again.
I pulled her down to the edge of the desk and wasted no time ramming into her. The desk rattled, her computer made strange noises, so she reached around and grabbed the keyboard. Her hands shook as she typed and then she put it down.
“What was that all about?”
“Interoffice email. I told my secretary to hold all my calls.”
I pushed my cock deeper and she closed her eyes.
“Good, we may be a while,” I told her as I moved inside her.
“Oh, so glad you said that.”
I began fucking her hard. She held on. We kissed deeply as my cock slid gloriously in and out of her. She unbuttoned her top, hiked her bra up to give me access to her tits, and I sucked away at each nipple. I twirled my tongue around each rough little pebble and sucked them in. I devoured each breast repeatedly while my cock raged into her. Then we began that old familiar dance as we both rammed i
nto each other, our release impending. Harder and harder, we pushed and thrust, getting closer to that one moment when all hell breaks loose. Then I pulled out.
“Fuck, I need a condom.”
I groped for my pants, found the pocket, and ripped a condom wrapper open with my teeth. She slid it on, and I thrust back into her. That small interruption didn’t hurt as we resumed our dance and let our juices flow. Within seconds, we exploded, her pussy grabbing my cock as she arched her back and went with it.
I rested my head in the crook of her neck. I took in the scent of her and it was intoxicating. Then suddenly she pushed me away.
“Get off me!”
She began adjusting her clothing, slipped off the desk, and grabbed her underwear. I took off the condom and flung it hastily into her garbage pail. Was I confused? Hell yeah. I went to touch her.
“Please leave,” she said, her voice shaking.
Her reaction made me nervous and concerned. “Tory, is everything all right?”
“Just leave and don’t call or try to see me again.” She started shuffling papers around on her desk, nervously.
“Whoa, let’s back up here. What the hell is going on?” I said, trying to approach her as my hand brushed her arm.
“Nothing is going on. I made a huge mistake a few months ago with you and now this.”
“You could have stopped me at any time.”
“How much do you get for a session?” she said, reaching into her desk drawer and taking out her purse. “I can write a check.”
I’d been slapped in the face before, and punched in the gut, but this was far worse. I finished adjusting my clothing and pushed my hair back off my face. “Put your fucking checkbook away. I get it. Sorry I stopped by. Do you know I actually was thinking about you since our encounter a few months ago? I couldn’t get you out of my mind. I came by to talk, but then saw you and well, had other ideas. However, babe, I know when I’m not wanted, so it’s been real. Goodbye, Tory.”
“Wait,” she said above a whisper. When she looked up, her incredible hazel eyes filled with tears. “This can’t happen. You’re everything I despise. You’re the kind of man I warn women about, and you’re nothing more than a glorified male prostitute. I will pay you for your services. I’m sorry that I wasted your time, Ricardo. It was a big mistake.”
I saw the pain in her eyes. There was more going on inside and I wanted to take her in my arms, tell her I’d give up everything for her. I sensed a real hesitation; there was more. “Tory, can you at least tell me what the fuck is going on? I came here with every intention of giving up the escorting thing so we could have a relationship. I have a lot to explain. I wanted you to listen, to consider what I had to offer. But I see disgust in your eyes and on your face.”
She looked up at me again. “You’re kidding, right? You and me? I’m engaged, Ricardo.” She held out her left hand to show me the enormous diamond ring, which I’d obviously missed. Another punch in the gut; this time, worse than the first one.
“Did I miss that a few months ago?” I said, taking her hand and staring down into the white diamonds flashing back at me.
“Guess you did. That little encounter we had and this one was a mistake. It can never happen again. My fiancé is a rich and influential man. I’d ask for your silence and in return, I’ll pay you well.”
She took out her checkbook and I grabbed it out of her hand and threw it across the room. I’d been pissed off, I’d been angry in my life, but this was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. It felt like someone had ripped my insides out.
“Why the hell did you do that?” she sneered.
“I don’t want your damn money. I thought, Christ, I thought wrong.”
“Yes. You were wrong. Now please leave.”
There was nothing more to say. I left. Even the end of my marriage did not hurt as much. The look on her face was enough to bring down a building. I was delusional. Did I really think I could find love with the likes of Tory March? I made a pact that day, never let another woman get under my skin. After all, I was Ricardo Hanley, the fucking Magician, and I had to live up to my reputation.
Chapter Six
I never look back or dwell on the past. I had to move forward. Tory March and I never truly got off the ground. She had me fooled. No, that really wasn’t the case. I’d put too much stock in our sexual encounters. It was my own fault. I’d never done anything like that before. Meaning, have sex with a woman and read more into it. She challenged me. Maybe I was getting old, who the fuck knows. What I did know was I wasn’t letting down my defenses again.
Two weeks after our final tryst, Tory married millionaire Trent Harris, the heir to Harris Airlines. He was also a long-standing State of Texas senator. I couldn’t compete with this guy, nor did I want to. Tory became, for me, a memory and by the time, she walked down the aisle.
I took off a few days from my cable job. I was going to take a trip, but promised Sherry I’d take care of her friend, another frigging, currently divorced woman. Was I becoming cynical?
After taking a long hot shower and clearing my mind, I dressed carefully. Today I picked a pair of tan colored slacks, a white button-down shirt, and a brown corduroy sports jacket. Sherry said to dress casually and wear sedate colors. I grinned in the mirror. Was this Sherry’s way of telling me that this woman had been hurt and probably was hesitant about all of this? So, I was going into a pit of uncertainty. I hated jobs like this.
I checked the mirror. I’d never looked better and I’d never felt better. Yeah, I bounced back well, I thought.
I grabbed my keys and headed for the door. My hand gripped the cool chrome knob and I took a deep breath. This was the first time I’d ever felt any pang of hesitation or uncertainty. Was it because she was a friend of Sherry’s? Sherry could blow smoke up my ass, but when did it ever bother me what a woman anticipated? I could deliver. I shook my head and opened my door. It was just another job, nothing more.
****
I pulled up to a white house nestled in the lap of suburbia. The neighborhood appeared affluent. I always watched the cars in the driveways as I drove through an area. The gray Lexus parked in this driveway explained this woman’s ability to pay. I’d never known Sherry to give anything away. I had no idea what to expect when I parked the car. There were no specific instructions emailed to me. Therefore, I assumed it was okay to park in front where I did.
When I got out of my car, the sun had just set, and I noted what an incredible sunset it was; one of the loveliest I’d witnessed in a while. The air also smelled of burning wood. It was the first few days of autumn and the weather was finally cooler. The cooler air seemed to cleanse the earth and sometimes people’s lives. I still had Tory March on the brain, even though a few weeks had passed since her wedding. I needed to come to terms with the entire affair. I had to laugh, it certainly wasn’t an affair; I’d fucked her twice, and that bordered on a one-night stand. I was thinking it was my pride now that needed a boost. Perhaps this job would do the trick.
I needed to get my head in another place. Before me was a large red glazed door with a lion’s head knocker and bell combination. It was time to ring the bell and face my new client.
When I pushed the button, a pleasant ring emanated from the beautiful lion head. Then I heard her voice. “Be right there!” she yelled. Her voice was light and pleasing even though it was loud. It wasn’t shrill; it was soft and well-orchestrated. The door opened.
She was maybe five-foot-four with midnight black hair and large, dark, amazing eyes. She held out her hand. “Mr. Hanley, I’m Angela O’Malley. Nice to meet you.”
Our eyes met. My gaze traveled over her face. Her skin was clear, her nose long and slender, and lips full and sensuous. I was surprised, but then again I’m always surprised when an attractive woman calls for my services. Money can buy anything, but this woman really piqued my interest. I was anxious to know her story. Why would any man choose not to have sex with her for almost ten years?
I extended my hand and shook hers. “Nice to meet you, Angela. Is it okay if I call you by your first name?”
“Yes, of course, Ricardo,” she said, smiling.
My next words even surprised me; was I getting soft, daft in the head? “I like the way you say my name.” And I did; my name slid off her tongue like honey, as if she’d said it thousands of times before.
She laughed low and throaty. “Oh, I like you.” Her slender hand came to my face and she softly rubbed my cheek. Damn, it was such an innocent move on her part, but it aroused me. My cock twinged at her tenderness.
“Would you like a drink or a glass of wine? Did Sherry tell you I’ve asked for you for twenty-four hours?”
“No, Sherry neglected to tell me. But I always carry a change of clothing in my car.”
She shook her head. “She hasn’t changed one bit, has she?”
“No, I guess not, but I‘ve only known her for a few years,” I said as I followed her through the hallway of her home, noting the beautiful black and white décor. The compliment I voiced was genuine. “Lovely home, I like the black and white theme you have going on. It’s really cool.”
She never turned around. “Thank you; it’s my favorite combination. Ah, here we are. Please have a seat. And your pleasure?” Now she turned and smiled.
I assumed we were in the den of her home. It was decorated in a more traditional fashion, dark woods, hunter greens, and navy blues. She motioned to me to sit on a leather couch and that’s when I took in more of her. She was full-figured and curvy. The low-cut black silky blouse revealed enough of her full cleavage to arouse any man. She had on perfectly cut black slacks, which complimented her full hips and shapely thighs. Her shoes were black and the heels low. I realized I was staring, but she just smiled softly and walked over to a liquor cabinet.
“You didn’t say what your pleasure was Ricardo.”
“Scotch, straight up.”
“Mmm how did I know?” she answered.
She handed me the glass, poured herself a zinfandel, and came to sit next to me.
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