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Thank you, for all the great feed back! Many Thanks to Kristina for the edit work! Love to hear your thoughts. Rach... November 30th, 10:12 AM I rolled over gingerly and rubbed the small of my back. It was tender, like I'd done a thousand sit-ups or something. Rubbing it didn't do much and I decided to get up and find something to take for the nagging pain. I stood carefully and took the first few steps as though my hip was out of joint, stopping to lean over and steady myself against the foot of the bed. Shit, my arm hurt just leaning like this to hold myself up. I'm a mess! I took some comfort in knowing Brad wasn't here to see me like this. He'd left at the ungodly hour of 8:00 AM and had carried me from the couch to the bedroom and our bed. When I had gotten home last night around 1:00 AM he was already in bed, fully clothed, and snoring. I decided I wasn't in the mood for a.) listening to that noise; and b.) having to talk about my evening if he woke up. So, I snatched my pillow and found a blanket in the hall closet, turned the TV on in the living room, took a quick five-minute shower in the second bathroom to wash the stink off my body and crashed on the couch. Before he left this morning he'd carried me to the bedroom and tucked me in. No questions, no groping, nothing. I was wearing one of his t- shirts and nothing else, so I was happy he just let me be. Not to mention I'm sure I looked as bad as I felt right now. When I finally made it to the bathroom I confirmed that last thought as I looked in the mirror of the medicine cabinet, opening it quickly to avoid picking the image apart. God, just kill me! There were a number of various prescription bottles and the usual over the counter pain relievers. I first picked up the Advil, but saw the bottle labeled Hydrocodone and made the switch. 'Take one every four hours as needed for pain' the bottle said. That's what I got, pain. I opened the lid, took one, and tossed it down with a few quick gulps of water out of my hand. The rest of the bottle had on it what you'd expect - Brad's name and Dr. Hansen as the issuing doctor - figures. Wonder what he needed these for. The prescription was a few months old and I hoped the large white pills still packed a punch. I closed the cabinet and returned to bed praying again that the medicine would dull my aches and pains. When I had finally found a comfortable position, I closed my eyes and began to relive bits and pieces of the night before. I then wished I had taken two or three of the pills, thinking maybe it would clear away the memories. No such luck... As I lay there flashes of Thomas, the butler or whatever he was, came into view. He had entered the room a few minutes after Harris had unceremoniously dismissed me. He was all business and first went to the connecting bathroom, returning with a glass of water and a few towels. One was a washrag - it was wet and warm. He undid the ball gag carefully, holding my head as he worked it from my mouth. When it was completely out I felt my jaw pop and wanted to rub it, but my arms were stuck behind me. He wiped the saliva that coated my chin and had run down my neck. Not a word was spoken and I was prepared for the worst, like maybe he would take a turn or something sick like that, but he went about undoing the straps that held my arms securely behind me after laying the towel on the pad next to me. When he had freed my arms he gently took my arm and helped me to stand. I was a bit wobbly, but he pulled the pad I had been laying on forward so that I could steady myself. My arms buzzed and ached as the blood seemed to course through my veins more freely now. Next, he went about undoing the restraints on my ankles. I watched him in the mirrors and it didn't appear that he was judging me or even let on that he really could have taken advantage of the situation I was in. Did he care about any of this or was this just par for the course with his master? One would think I couldn't get any lower than what Harris had done with me, but you'd be wrong. I wanted this guy helping to free me to say something, to have some comment, opinion, anything. But there was nothing. When the last strap around my ankle was removed I turned slowly and sat on the bed. He handed me a towel, "If you would like to take a shower I will wait for you just down the hall to the left." I nodded 'No', to which he turned without any sign of emotion to retrieve my gown from the saddle thing across the room. I took it without saying a word or looking at him, and though I was mortified by how Harris had left me to be found by his silent servant I was left to wonder just how many times this guy had done this. A few I was sure. Women probably bought into Harris, like I had, because he was slick and smooth. Same ploy I bet, "Just try this on...", or, "I promise not to hurt you..." What a load of crap. Humiliation could be just as hurtful as the act of beating someone. I felt beaten and used. I had no doubt the butler had done this before, the clean up of his employers mess. 'Why won't you talk to me?' I mentally asked him. I boiled the entire experience down after a moment of thought to being emotionally beaten down. Now I just wanted out of here. I partially wiped the still wet cum from inside my legs and soaking the front of my lace panties. I didn't care what this servant guy, Thomas, was thinking now and I didn't care if he knew I wasn't what I appeared to be. When I finished I dropped the towel and turned to pull on my gown. I caught him staring at me in the mirror and couldn't help myself, "This really wasn't one of my better nights..." and my voice trailed off. He only nodded and extended my clutch, which I took from him as if embarrassed - I was. He turned toward the door, opened it and stood there waiting for me in his silent indifference to my existence. 'Screw you if I messed up your little world asshole', I wanted to scream at him! And as forethought I wanted to scream 'Fuck you and Fuck your boss'. I spun and picked up the envelope that was my 'tip' and tried my best to march past him with some dignity. It probably wasn't that convincing because I was well outside my league with these people. The look he gave me said that loud and clear. After a number of twists and turns I found myself finally at the front door, where I was unceremoniously given my fur wrap, and escorted to the town car. Sitting In the back seat heading back to the condo, I felt no peace - just shame... 'Fuck this! ' I rolled over and tried to lose myself in the sheets, hugging a pillow tight between my legs. I need some sleep and to block this night from my mind once and for all... November 30th, 1:01 PM Voices... a clicking sound, a wooden clunk, silence. I felt like I was in a fog, a hot sweaty fog. I laid a hand over my forehead and felt sweat on my brow. I felt kind of dizzy just laying here and wondered what the problem was, then remembered I had taken some thing, what? Hydrocodone, right? How long have I been out? I looked at the clock and calculated I had been sleeping for about two hours. No, three. I needed to pee, but I didn't want to get up. Would I even be able to make it to the bathroom? Slowly I slid my legs over the side of the bed and struggled to sit up. It was as if my upper body weighed twice as much as it did. Crap, I'm on the moon or something! This sucks, this ain't good... I sat there for another minute, zoning out on the carpet. The urge to pee poked at me and when I was sure I wouldn't fall over I stood. The room didn't spin or Tilt-O-Whirl on me, I headed for the bathroom. My back was still sore, but it seemed to be a duller pain now. Guess the med's worked. November 30th, 1:09 PM In the kitchen I slapped the remainder of the turkey on the leftover garlic bread from yesterday's lunch. Popped the entire thing in the microwave and in twenty seconds had warmed everything up enough to make it mildly appealing. The first bite was wonderful and I stood there like a zombie at the counter eating like I was starved. When the last bite didn't go down as easily as the first, I reached for a bottle of water. Ah... I polished off the second piece and noticed the note on the counter. 'Rach: I'm taking Krystal back to Dr. Bill at 1:30. Something is going on. Call you later. Lisa' Figures the noises I'd just heard was them leaving. I put the note down and retrieved my water bottle, sucking in two long gulps. Then it hit me, no dinner. I hadn't eaten anything since that late lunch with Krystal yesterday, no wonder I feel funky. The med's are screwing with me on my empty stomach. Another thought bubbled to the surface; I needed to take my daily dose of hormones and other female enhancing magic pills. I opened the cabinet closest to me and took the three bottles out. Down the hatch I thought. Do your jobs faster damn it! I smiled thinking that they were working, somewhat. The t-shirt I was wearing had two small mounds trying to peek out... Too bad there wasn't an instant fix to my present condition. Magic pills, whom was I kidding? November 30th, 2:42 PM When the phone rang I didn't want to move. Slowly I turned to see where the cordless handset was in relation to where I was spread out and extremely comfortable on the couch. I had showered, put my makeup on, and did barely enough to make my hair look nice. I was kicked back on the couch in a most relaxed position and the thought of getting up didn't appeal to me. It stopped ringing after a few rings and the answering machine clicked on. The caller had hung up before leaving a message. Good. The machine whirled as if resetting itself and the phone rang again. Crap! Someone must want me on the phone. I rolled off the couch and picked it up on the third ring. "Hello," my voice tentative - though my mood bordered on pissed. "Rach, shit... Hold on a second," there was rustling in the background, "OK, hey, I'm taking Krystal over to her hotel room to pick up a few more things, check her out." "OK..." and I sounded as involved in the conversation as a kid listening to instructions coming from their parent. Damn, that was something I needed to do, call my parents today. I felt my mind wander a bit, how did that pop into my brain? Did she just tell me to check Krystal out? Why, was she different now or something? "You sound funny? You OK?" "Yeah, what are you doing?" I wasn't sure what I sounded like, but her saying that made me try to focus a bit more on the call at hand and my voice. Where the hell was she? There were all kinds of noises in the background. Grrr! Lisa always had a way of getting in my head. Don't mess with me today! I'm not in the mood. "I just told you, taking Krystal to get the rest of her stuff. We'll be there in about an hour, hour and a half at most. I've been trying to get a hold of Brad, he call you?" "No..." "Did I wake you or something?" I wanted to scream at her to just leave me alone. Get here, come there, go, I DON'T CARE! "You still there?" "I'm fine, just tired," and I tried to change the subject, "How's Krystal?" "She's fine, the twins are fine," that was followed by a giggle, "Guess there was some pooling of blood from where she had either been hit or whatever by that asshole did to her. It spooked her enough for her to show me when I came over to check on her around 12, 12:30. You were crashed hard, you remember me shaking you? You didn't move." "No, I don't remember. Does Dr. Hansen think there's a problem with her implants?" "No, Bill just kind of waved us out of there after he took a peek under her shirt. I think he's got a crush on her," and Lisa giggled again. What? That wasn't a vision I wanted, but it wasn't one that surprised me either - the part about him maybe wanting to get a free grope of her. Shit, who wouldn't? She was... Whatever! I wondered how much of the conversation Krystal was picking up on as she sat there with Lisa - that assumes she was right next to her. Why am I over thinking about this stuff? Do I really give a crap? "Hey, you eaten lunch yet?" "No, not really," and I could still taste the garlic bread I'd eaten earlier, even though I had brushed my teeth. I had even flossed, which I don't do very often. "Cool, we'll pick something up on the way over there. There's a great Greek place close to the condo. They have a Greek salad to die for. You want one?" "Sure, that sounds good," another energy packed response. I don't care right now - HELLO! "See you in a bit then." "Yeah, bye..." the line went dead. Goody, 'See you in a bit...', whatever! I was already thinking about how I should call my parents, how I should have called them much sooner. I looked at the phone a minute and wondered if I could do this or not. Lost was the thought lunch was on it's way or anything else Lisa told me. I could procrastinate on calling them, but that was just going to get me in deeper trouble. I had an hour to spare, I could get this over with pretty quick, right? I needed to at least check in with them, no question about that. Quick call, check in, hang up. I was trying to convince myself to dial the phone. I looked at the clock, almost 3, dad wouldn't be home yet from work and mom would probably be out running errands. If I were lucky I'd get the answering machine. Good as time as any I suppose and I punched the numbers into the phone. After the first ring I considered hanging up. I wasn't mentally prepared for this... Second ring. Hang up! Do it now... "Hello?" the voice said tentatively. Crap! "Ah, hey mom, you're home..." and that sounded incredibly stupid. I wondered if she recognized my voice and then I panicked a little thinking I wasn't speaking as my former self. No, she would know. Crap! What was I doing? I tried to clear my throat, one hand over the receiver. Yeah, that's going to make me sound like... "Michael? Oh my God," there was a pause and then she laid into me, "Where have you been! We've been worried sick about you! You quit Global?" It sounded like a question, but I knew it carried a lot of weight in her way of thinking. That thinking was her hope that I would rise to the top of that small local cable company one day. Yeah right! She continued without taking a breath, "We've talked to all your friends and went by your house! You moved? You disappeared right off the face of the earth! That really had your father and I scared to death. Where are you? Why haven't you called?" Finally, a breath, a pause, but I knew it wasn't the end, "I'm fine mom..." She cut me off. "Yeah, well fine means you at least call. You quit your job! Where are you living?" "It's kind of a long story, but I'm working," how to put this, "for a casino management company." That wasn't exactly the truth, but not totally a lie, sort of. I mean Brad worked for a casino management company, so I worked for Brad and - OK, I can't justify that. So my only option is to lie, at least for the time being. I closed my eyes thinking I wasn't prepared for this call. Shit! I'm so stupid. Blend the truth, just blend the truth... "A casino? Which one? Do you know you missed Thanksgiving dinner? Your uncle Al was here even. He was pretty disappointed that he didn't get to see you." she sounded less angry at me, but there was an annoyed tone in her voice that wasn't going to soon leave. Maybe a hint of relief was there too? "Sorry about that, I was in Atlantic City over the Thanksgiving weekend, I should have called." And I cringed, this story, I mean lie, was going to get bigger by the minute. "How was Al?" Al wasn't really my uncle by blood, but someone who had been around our family for nearly all my life. He had moved to Florida to retire a few years back, so we didn't get to see him all that often. "Al's fine, but he knew how worried we were and how you disappearing wasn't like you. He suggested that we call the police. The police Michael. I think your father was going to call the police tomorrow if we didn't hear from you by then. What were you thinking? Michael what's going on, where are you right now?" Crap! Police, uncle Al, too many lies to keep track of - Thank God I called or this would have turned ugly. Not that it wasn't a pain in the ass already. Fuck! "Mom, I'm fine, I have a good job, I'm making a lot more than I ever could have at Global Access Cable, and I like what I'm doing. Relax, I promise I won't leave you guys hanging like this ever again. I'm really sorry mom." There was a pause and the softening of her temper I was hoping for didn't materialize, "This is uncharacteristic of you! We want you to come by the house," another pause, "today. I'll call your father and have him skip bowling tonight, you get your little butt over here and tell us what's going on." She'd drawn the line in the sand and there was no way I was going to cross it tonight. Lie, just keep the story rolling, "Tonight? I can't tonight mom, I'm leaving for Atlantic City in," pausing for effect, "less than an hour. How about I call you when I get back to Vegas? Then I'll come over and we can catch up. How's that?" I was praying she bought it. "You leave for Atlantic City tonight? Michael, none of this adds up. How do you go from cable TV installer to working for a casino? Why do you travel? What do you do for these people? Michael, I want answers young man, I'm your mother for God sake." She was frustrated, I could feel it in her tone and it wasn't sitting all that well with me either. Even though I probably had a few million chances to call them, I hadn't. I didn't want to lie to her, but there was NO WAY IN HELL I was going to meet my parents anytime soon and I couldn't explain what I did, not ever. Didn't matter how much motherly guilt or beating she threw at me, I wasn't going to cave in. Damn it, I should have listened to Brad a week or so ago and called. Shit! How to minimize this? "Ma, I'm fine, come on don't you trust me?" Not what I was going for in deflecting her questions, but a start. "Not hearing from you for almost a month, you quit your job, you move, you have a new job? Honey, we're just concerned. This is unusual behavior from you. Are you in trouble or something?" "What? Mom! No, I'm not in trouble. Why would you think that?" And I had to check my voice because I felt like I was slipping in and out of who I was supposed to be right now and whom I had been living as these past two weeks. Damn! "Is this a number we can reach you at?" I thought my heart was going to burst when I heard the question and processed how I'd just fucked myself. Caller ID! Fuck! What was I going to tell her? I wanted to hang up, but she would just call back, "No, I'm at a friends house. Here's my cell number," and I rattled it off to her while trying to disguise my anxiety over screwing up so big. "If you need me, just call my cell." I hoped that would give her some comfort... "When did you get a cell phone?" Guess not, "Mom, I needed one for work, Geesh! Was I featured on America's Most Wanted or something last week?" It was a show both my parents watched religiously, why I could never figure out. It wasn't like either of them would see someone from the show and tackle him or her to the ground until the cops showed. I chuckled to myself. "Don't take that tone with mister!" "Sorry mom, it's just things are going pretty good for me right now and I just didn't want to get the third degree from you guys when I finally got around to calling. I didn't want to get talked out of leaving GAC and I didn't want you guys worrying about me. I blew it a bit by not calling, but mom, I'm fine..." I kind of trailed off there for effect. "Well, if you had called sooner maybe I wouldn't be talking to you like you were in high school still?" "I said I'm sorry, I really am. I've been busy trying to learn the ropes here. It's been hard and I work really weird hours so, when I get home from work I just go to bed pretty much." That wasn't far from the truth. "You don't get days off? What kind of place is this you are working for? Tell me what you do?" Yeah, how do I answer that last one? I'm in the entertainment business? Crap! "I work, ah, well I do a lot of work with high rollers at casinos, for casinos..." That came out kind of choppy, but I hoped it would suffice. "You are a concierge?" and she sounded confused. "What's wrong with that mom? There is a lot of money to be made taking care of people with money to burn," and as an after thought I added, "I, I mean we, made a $1000 tip last night. So, this is a great opportunity. I meet plenty of influential people and who knows, one day maybe someone will like how hard I work for them and I'll get an offer for another job. I like what I'm doing mom..." She was processing what I had just told her and I knew she was probably get stuck on the mention of the $1000 tip. That was probably a mistake to mention it, it was. "Someone gave you $1000 as a tip? What did you have to do for that Michael? Illegal things?" "Mom, illegal things? What, like drug deals? Mom, I don't do things that are illegal. These people know they can't get away with stuff like that through the casinos. I mean, it's not like some of them don't ask for drugs and things like that, but we don't deal with low lives like that," I paused to think of where I was going to take this, "We got the tip for getting a woman front row seats to Celine Deon last night. Nothing illegal about that. And honestly, we get tips all the time. It's like when people go to a restaurant and tip. When I do a good job sometimes there's a tip. That make sense?" There was no way I was going to tell her about the Miata I was given! I need to get off the phone! "Yes, but you can't get wrapped up in that kind of life. It's fraught with pitfalls; there are dangers out there when people have more money than conscience. You remember that." I told her I would and finally she seemed to relax a bit. It was probably a combination of having a way to get a hold of me and that I didn't sound whacked out of my mind. We talked for a bit more, I promised I would call when I got back from Atlantic City, and she said she would have my dad call me later. Great! Just what I needed. At least I could ignore it with caller ID, why didn't I remember that before I had made this call! Finally I told her I had to go and that I would try and call later if my dad didn't get me. She reluctantly let me go and that long put off chore was now history. Of course I wasn't out of the woods yet. I hadn't answered very many of her questions and I knew my dad wasn't going to be as easy to put off. This day was turning out to be one big pain in the ass! I rolled my shoulders forward and stretched. Pain... I headed for the bathroom with the thought of taking another Hydrocodone tablet. Food would be here shortly, so it should counter act some of the floaty-lightheaded- dizzy feeling I had after taking one this morning. If anything maybe it would buy me a good solid nap. I put the phone down and headed toward relief... November 30th, 3:36 PM I had just put Brad's t-shirt back on when I heard the girls enter the condo. Lisa let out a hearty, "Hey, we're here!" as they clambered around in the door way and then just down the hall in the room Krystal was staying in. Some where between dealing with my mom and taking the Hydrocodone something Lisa had said clicked. The part about getting Krystal's things and checking her out of where ever she was already staying. That meant I had a roommate - NOT that I had to check her out because her boobs were lopsided or something. I planned on complaining BIG TIME to Brad about that. NO ROOMMATE! I didn't want this and I certainly didn't want to share anything about my life with someone twice as good as I was at it. The pill I had taken was just starting to make me feel numb, but not numb enough to ignore my appearance. Probably need to swallow the whole bottle for that. I checked myself in the mirror, for the tenth or so time, and opened the bedroom door. The door to Krystal's room was open and I could hear a zipper being undone, like on a suitcase. I made it to the open door just as Lisa was setting a printer paper box down on the bed. She looked at Krystal, who was looking at me and turned with a smile, "Hey..." I just sort of acknowledged her with a shake of my head. "I will not to get in the way of your things." Krystal said meekly. I smiled, but was thinking she already had 'gotten in the way of my things'. Whatever! "No worries, I'm glad to hear you're alright. Lisa told me about the blood pooling, that would scare the hell out of me." "Thank you. The doctor does not think it is as worse as it is looks." "Yeah, well it freaked me out when you showed me." Lisa said cringing her face as if grossed-out just thinking about it. "Lunch is on the counter in the kitchen. I can't stay, so you girls enjoy." That just flowed from her lips so easy - 'you girls enjoy'. Like that's what we were - girls just like her. Some times I didn't know if she said crap like that to get a rise out of me or if she's just the biggest unfeeling space cadet there was. I half-heartedly smile at her as she walked past me and to the kitchen. I followed behind her. "So she's moving in?" I asked. Lisa dug through one of the bags on the counter until she found what she was looking for, a piece of garlic cheese bread. I could smell it before I saw it in her hand. She turned to look at me, sizing up what I had just asked, and took a quick bite. "For now," she said between chewing. She extended it toward me like I would really take it from her or take a bite. "For now?" my eyebrow raised. "It's complicated, that's why I need to talk with Brad. He didn't call did he?" "No. So, why is this complicated?" Her face grew hard for a moment, and then softened, "Look, Brad is into a lot of things. You coming along when you did filled a gap in a few of the things he does, but Krystal was already in the works before you plopped into his lap. Augh! Talk to him about this. I can tell you he doesn't want to lose either one of you, so it's not a question of you or Krystal. Shit, that doesn't make sense does it? Look, just talk to the guy when you see him." "You can't tell me what's going on?" "Rach, all I can say for sure is you're in a pretty strong position of power at the moment. Don't forget that," she said glancing at her watch, "Shit! I gotta jet. I'll call you later, promise." She feigned a kiss toward my cheek, had her purse in hand, and spun toward the door before I could open my mouth. "Do you do this just to fuck with me?" She stopped at the open door and smiled, "Is that what you think I'm doing? Girl, I'm just trying to get you where you want to be and to toughen you up. Being a woman is more than batting you eyes and being able to go down on some guy. You gotta believe you're in control and ya gotta work that to your advantage every second of every day or you'll get fucked royal. I'm on your side, I hope you can believe that." She smiled briefly and was out the door before I could digest what she had just said. So, she was on my side? It sure didn't feel like it at times... November 30th, 4:01 PM "This is no the salad as good of yesterday," Krystal said while reaching for her second or third piece of garlic bread. I nodded my agreement and pushed my plate forward. I think the dressing had to much vinegar in it, because the chopped lettuce in the salad was anything but crisp. It was food though and had I picked at it long enough. I took another piece of bread also. We smiled at each other across the table. Augh! I need to hate you, not like you! "Do you know what Lisa can do for Brad in his job?" Funny question, I was just wondering that myself a moment ago. What was Lisa' role for Brad? Was it as sinister as I wanted to make it? Conspiracy theories abound. Whatever! "Ya know, I really don't know what Lisa does for Brad. I know she's been watching over me for the past two weeks, but I never feel like I get a straight answer from her." Krystal looked puzzled for a moment, then whatever she was processing must have clicked in, "She is a good person do you think?" Wow, interesting question. Did I think she was a good person? Yeah, but how do I explain her screwing with me? "Sure, I don't think she's here to hurt us." Oh PLEASE! Freudian slip - 'Us'? There I go again, liking her again. Augh! You're invading my space, my comfort zone, and my life - I want to scream at you to get OUT! OUT! Go back to Brazil! "You are not believe this?" She paused as if trying to word the next sentence correctly, "And Brad is for good not to hurt us?" More interesting insight to Ms. Krystal Kane - she's not feeling like she's on solid ground either. At least that's how I would interpret her asking of that question. Not that I would exploit that to my benefit, but it certainly surprised me that she can carry herself so confidently - yet has a few of the demons I have. I loitered on that question for a few more seconds, "No, I don't think Brad is in the business to put us in harms way. I think we're pawns in a bigger game, I just don't know where we fit in." The look on her face said she didn't get what I had said, "No, he's not going to let us get hurt." 'Deliberately anyway', but I kept that thought to myself. She nodded as if she understood. I shrugged as if out of things to say about that subject, but I could tell she had more questions about what was going on around here. Maybe more 'we' and 'us' questions. Did she want to know the pecking order? Guess what honey, so do I. I stood and picked up my plate and empty bottle of water, turning for the kitchen. All this 'we' and 'us' talk - What are we a team now? It was making me tired. Of course that was probably more the codeine than the energy my brain was sucking out of my body - maybe a little of both. I put my plate in the dishwasher and looked over at the table. Krystal was still eating her salad and when she looked over at me I made a brushing motion at my mouth and walked toward the bedroom without saying a word. She smiled briefly and returned to her salad - and probably as many questions about what was going on as I had... November 30th, 4:42 PM I heard the scratching of a key in the lock at the front door and rose from the bed to peek down the hall. It was Brad and I quickly stepped out from behind the door and met him in the kitchen. As I walked toward the kitchen I remembered how every creak of this condo just a week ago would send me over the edge. Was I relaxing now? Hmmm.... "What's up?" Brad said after pulling a beer from the refrigerator, tossing the cap in the trash under the sink. "Not much," and I took a seat at the counter. "Sorry about last night." Sorry? I caught myself before letting a pained look cross my face. Had he talked to Harris? Did he know what went on? "What do you mean?" "I was beat last night, snoring too much right?" He took a pull on his beer and looked a little embarrassed. Whew! Either he didn't know or was going to end run to that subject soon, "No problem, I was just wired and didn't have the heart to jab you in the ribs ta shut ya up." Smile politely, smile, relax... "I only snore when I'm really tired." "Yeah, right..." I giggled genuinely. "Oh, so it's an every night thing, eh?" His lip was all pouty until he sucked down a few sips of the beer. I just smiled coyly back at him. God he could be so cute at times. I let my mind wander a bit, pheromones? Was he a natural chick magnet? "Yeah, well..." he had nothing witty to say and just added, "well, yeah." He chuckled and sucked some more beer down. When I didn't offer up any come back he made that end run, "How did it go last night?" Any giddy feeling I was savoring flushed itself down the drain. I shrugged as if I didn't know. "OK, can you tell if it was a good night at least?" He stared at me for a second and added, "Harris paid this morning." "Did you talk with him?" My voice felt like it was shaky. "No, he had someone deliver a check. I put it in your account before coming over here." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a banking receipt and slid it across the counter. I read the slip - Deposit: $3000.00 and then I saw the balance in the account was $18,244.12, Holly shit! A smile crossed my face and I remembered the $1000 I still had in my clutch from last night. The balance was three-quarters of what I would make in a year at Global Access. Crap! "Not bad for a couple weeks worth of just being you, eh?" I nodded, "I had no idea I had this much in the bank. Is this all mine or do I owe you anything?" "We're square, though I might have you pick up the tab at Lisa' for whatever you've been buying lately. Saw a bill this morning for bras. Tell me $219 bought a life time supply." He was smiling, but I think his point was I needed to take responsibility for some of my expenditures. I acknowledged where he was going with a quick nod and added, "Sure..." I was a little embarrassed that he was mentioning what my purchase was and prayed Lisa hadn't spelled out every gory detail of that. "So?" Huh? Oh, last night... My voice was a bit lower, but I started out with a strong train of thought, "Honestly?" I didn't wait for his answer, "I don't think I would ever do something like that again." "What does that mean?" I had a new found courage, maybe it was left over anger boiling up again inside of me, "It was a little weird. If you put me in that position again I'll walk. Do you understand?" My eyes were locked on his. He had to know Harris was a whacko... He stared at me, measuring the depth of what I had just said, "Not into the whole bondage thing huh?" "You should have warned me Brad," that came out as almost one run on sentence, the words blending together. He did know the guy was off a few clicks. "I knew he had a bit of 'kink' in him, what kind of stuff was he into? He didn't hurt you I take it?" "No, not really, but that's not the whole story. It was a very degrading experience. I won't do that ever again." "How about I let you tie me up?" he smiled. My face said it all - 'FUCK YOU'. I sat there a moment longer wondering why he would make light of this and when I couldn't come up with an answer I spun from the stool and headed toward the bedroom, slamming the door behind me. I felt the tears welling up after I threw myself on the bed. They began to flow uncontrollably and my body, numb, heaved gently with each sob. November 30th, 5:59 PM The door to the bedroom opened slowly and the light from the hall illuminated a pie slice out of the dark room. Brad looked over at the bed and I turned toward the bathroom, "Go ahead, turn the light on if you need to find something," I whispered. I had cried my frustrations away and I'm sure the majority of make-up I was wearing was now covering the pillow I had dug my arms under. "Thanks, just need to change. Need to be back at work by 8." He walked to the bathroom and flipped the light on, closing the door part way. He could have turned on the lamps but was trying to be polite about not blinding me. After he looked like he was acclimated to the room in shadows I asked, "When do I get to ask my questions?" After my twenty minute crying fit and not being checked on I just kind of put it all aside and fired my first volley. I tried to focus on what I needed, for my own sanity, in the way of answers from Brad. Answers, that's what I needed - will I get them? "Right now if you want. Ask away," he was pulling socks and a pair of boxers from the chest of drawers. "You have time? I don't want ten-second answers," that sounded harder than I had intended but I wanted to set a tone. "Fire away," he continued to gather clothes he was going to change into. Then walked to the bedroom door and shut it. I sat up and scooted back against the headboard. What to ask first, the biggie, "What do you do?" "I work for HCC as a consultant. Over the years I've got to know a few people and was able to deliver results when asked. Most of those requests were done outside of HCC, so my paychecks all say HCC, but I have what you'd call 'secondary income'. How's that?" He was undoing is pants, after placing his clean clothes on the bed. "I think I knew most of that, I wanna know what you do?" "I get things for people and do things for people that can't be done on the regular market, say at a store like Nordstrom's. Same customer service as those guys, just done in the shadows mostly." "Yeah, like what do you 'Do' for them?" I over emphasized the word to make a point. "Rach, that's a pretty broad question and I'm surprised you're even asking that. Let's take you for example. I know people who are interested in being with you, I make that happen." "You mean someone 'like' me." "Yeah, if you want to get technical about it." "What's the story with Krystal?" "Lisa say something to you?" his voice jaded or something. "No, so don't dodge the question." Brad shimmied out of his boxers and I found myself staring. When he picked up the clean pair he looked up at me to continue, I looked down at the foot of the bed, "I'm not dodging anything, just want to know what I don't have to cover." He pulled his boxers on and stood there for a second thinking, "Tony Benito knows someone who handled Krystal. Somewhere along the line that relationship got strained, for lack of a better explanation, and Krystal became one of the people Tony ended up taking care of. About a year ago the government of Columbia went after him pretty hard and Krystal had a run in with their secret police down there. That kind of spooked Tony and he sent her back to Brazil. Guess she ended up in some trouble down there recently and he asked if I would keep an eye on her up here until he could figure out what to do with her." "Are you serious?" "Yeah," he paused as if to judge what I had asked, "Why would I make something like that up?" "I don't know..." I felt stupid and pulled a pillow around to hug it, while pulling my knees up. "So she's here and Tony said I, I could let her do things." He picked up his laundered shirt and started undoing the buttons, ditching the wire hanger on the chair behind him. "Do things? Yeah, like work for you?" "That's what I was told I could do with her. There are enough requests for women like you two that I could have you working at least twice a day and even around the states, globally. It all boils down to people knowing I can get them what they are seeking and do it without screwing them." "Well you screwed up with that Dettings guy. How do you deal with that?" He stopped and tried to focus on my face, partly in the shadows because of the light from the bathroom. I could see a flash of concern on his face, for just a moment, then he continued with the buttons. "I try and not make that mistake again. Dettings was loaded or high on something, had I known I wouldn't have sent her over there. My business has checks and balances, what goes around comes around. I'm just glad it wasn't you he went nuts on." "Why?" I sounded more surprised that I had wanted. "I think Krystal has been around the block a few times, you haven't. If Dettings would have gone off on you I'm not sure you'd want to continue being you. I imagine it was pretty scary, I just wouldn't want anything to happen to you." He finished the last button on his shirt and turned to retrieve a tie from the closet. He held them up for me to pick, I chose the dark blue one, it went better with his slacks than the red one. I wanted to tell him that I was most happy when I was with him, but I wasn't sure how to put that into words. Then I thought about what my role here really was, I was basically a commodity. An in demand one I guess, though that concept was hard to swallow. "That's all your questions?" He was smiling. "No, I just, I don't know, can't think of any others for some reason." I squeezed the pillow a little tighter and remembered something my mom has asked me, "Are you doing anything illegal?" "Depends on your point of view I guess. I've gotten very good at getting people to bend the law for me. Illegal? No, not really. I don't do, sell, or move drugs. I don't kill people, have them killed, nor do I condone that kind of shit. What I do doesn't require any of that kind of work." "You hurt Dettings..." My voice was softer now. "Dettings got what he deserved, that's all I'm going to say about that. Wait, I'll say I protect my friends and interests, but only right to the edge of it becoming a problem with the law." "Have you..." and I stopped. "Have I what?" "Nothing, never mind." "I'm not going to lie to you, but I do reserve the right to withhold some of the answers to any questions you might have so that it protects you. The less you know about some things, the better off you are. That make sense?" He sat on the edge of the bed and looked over his shoulder at me, "Have I what?" "Did you sleep with Krystal?" He laughed a few chuckles and stood after he'd pulled his socks on, "No." He picked up his pants and inserted one leg, then the other, "It's just not something I've given much thought. Not to mention the Tony connection kind of complicates things." "I've been with Tony..." It was barely a whisper. "I know, but you were never 'his' girl. I kind of like what we have, you turn me inside out every time we're together." I could see he was smiling while he buckled his belt. "Yeah..." "Yeah? That's all I get? Geesh! You're a tough customer!" I could feel my face blushing; thank goodness he couldn't see me. He walked into the bathroom. "What else you want to know?" "How about Lisa?" As soon as I had asked I wished I could pull that one back. "Long time ago. Good kid, lots of spunk, knows how to work what she's got to get what she wants. You should follow her lead." I wanted to chuckle and tell him I'd already heard that from her, "Is she my coach or something?" "Yeah, I guess you could call her that. I'd like to think of her as your friend or big sister though." "Hmmm..." was all I could think of to answer. "She getting on your nerves or something?" I wanted to say, 'Hell yeah!', but held back, "Some times..." "Don't let it get to ya. She tells me you take everything in stride and she's proud of ya. So am I. How do you feel?" He walked into the room and to the closet to put on a pair of dress shoes, "I have my moments. Lots of doubt and you know all kinds of fears. I'm better today than I was two weeks ago." When he had his shoes on he came to sit next to me on the bed. He caressed my face and I wanted to hug him, but he reached for the pillow and tossed it aside playfully. Slowly his hand made it's way up the inside of the t-shirt I was wearing. He leaned toward my face and within inches of my lips he spoke, "I would say these," he squeezed my left breast tenderly, "are a major improvement over a few weeks ago." He kissed me lightly and then pulled back to look into my eyes. I was melting, melted, a blob of oozing burning want for this man. He stood and walked to the door, turned smiling and said, "See ya later..." All I could think to say was, 'Don't go...,' but my lips wouldn't engage. I heard him talking in the living room, Krystal must be milling around out there. I tried to listen in but their voices were to far away and I think he was speaking Spanish? I considered getting up and joining them, just to see if he was conversing with her, but passed when I heard the front door closing. When I stopped to think about all I had asked him, it turned out I barely got to ask him anything! I'm such a dork! This wouldn't be the last time I tried to get answers out of you Mr. Anderson... November 30th, 7:20 PM It took just over forty minutes to decide to put my face back on. Of course when I had gotten up from the bed to fix myself up it was obvious I was going to need a shower to pull myself back together, so I stripped down and soaked up the warm water. I went through the motions of drying my hair, but didn't put much emphasis on 'style'. Instead I went for 'feminine functional'. My hair had grown some since my last hair cut, but it was nothing like what Krystal had to work with. It was almost shoulder length, so a cute pony tail was out. I flipped it around and called it good. I wasn't going out tonight so who cares. Makeup - just a light foundation, little bit of mascara and eye shadow. Pretty much a few notches above au' natural, but not much. I looked around the room for something casual to wear and wished I had some of those pajama bottoms Krystal had been wearing last night. That's it - I'm going shopping tomorrow! Got a big tip, gotta go spend it! I pulled open a few of the drawers Brad had his clothes in and found a pair of sweats. They were going to dwarf me, but with his loose t-shirt hanging off me like a dress it wasn't going to matter much. And who was I going to impress anyway? Of course the answer to that was the girl in my living room right now. I cringed when I had pulled the draw string around the waist of the sweats tight and let the t-shirt hang. F-ugly! Clothes, face, hair - this look sucked. Then I caught site of the tiny mounds on my chest trying to poke through. I couldn't help but smile. No bra, real breast, that made looking as hideous as I did kind of worth it. A devilish smile crept slowly at my lips and I turned for the door. As I passed Krystal's room I glanced in, the door being open so I wasn't snooping too much, and noticed that her suitcase was in the closet on the floor. Guess that means she's unpacked. It didn't help my mood and when I got to the corner by the living room saw that she was watching the American Idol search show, it was just beginning. Nothing like watching a train wreck. I wondered if she could sing or if there was some fascination there for her with this show. I went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, pulling a bottle of water out. She was looking my way and I held it up as if to offer her one, "You want one?" "Yes, to Thank you," she said all smiles. I grabbed another and headed for the couch, handing it to her before taking my spot on the couch. She had not taken the prime viewing spot on the couch, instead took her spot at the end of the couch like last night. What did that say? I am the Alpha bitch that's what! I smiled as I watched some loser croaking out a Nirvana song. I could do better than that! "He is not a good singer." Krystal's face was slightly contorted as he blew the chorus to Smells like Teen Spirit. "Yeah, I have no idea why people put themselves out there like that. Maybe it's that fifteen minutes of fame thing or something?" She looked at me puzzled, then asked, "I did not know they are famous for this TV? I have never heard of this Gallen Doors." Gallen came out as 'Gullen'. I smiled and tried to explain they weren't famous, but that all people had about fifteen minutes of fame wrapped up in their life times some place. She nodded, but I don't think she got it. OK, next subject, "When did you get here?" "In America I have been only one week now." She was smiling. I think she probably felt good about her English - it needed a lot of work. "Before coming here where were you living?" "Brazil." "Have you traveled much in South America?" "Yes, many travels. I live in Brazil before America." Yeah, I got that already. I was fishing for Columbia, curiosity getting the better of me, then I remembered Brad had said she screwed up in Brazil before Tony Bennito had sent her up here, "Why did you leave Brazil?" She looked like she was trying to think of the best way to explain leaving Brazil, her face struggled, "When you are like we are in," more struggling to lay her thoughts out, "How do you say...," She rattled off a few words in Spanish, "I am with a man." "Like together? A relationship?" "Yes!" There was relief now in her voice, "Many of the thing can be of difficult. I have with many men and one is a difficult, so I come to America." "Whoa, you had a problem with someone?" I think that what she was trying to say. "Yes, many problem with a man I was with. He was not of like my other man and we fight," she moved her hands like a boxer to annunciate the point. "Did he hurt you like Dettings?" "Yes, he would hit me not as much." OK, did abuse just follow this chick around or did she bring it on herself? No, it's a power thing. Someone didn't think they had the power over her and she was trying to exert her control. Bet that's what got her in trouble. So, what's all this, 'You gotta believe you're in control and ya gotta work that to your advantage every second of every day or you'll get fucked royal.' crap Lisa was laying on me? Sounds like if you try and take control you get screwed. At least it was like this for Krystal. Maybe a little of that happened to me last night? Change the subject, but keep digging, "I would love to visit Panama. Go through the canal." She brightened a bit, "I have been in this country. It is beautiful. The beaches sand of one is black like of this," she tugged on a black leather bracelet she was wearing. "Black?" "Yes, it is of the volcano sand," she wasn't quite sure she was speaking that thought correctly, but I nodded to show I got it. "You would like this place much." "I wouldn't mind being some place I could wear a bikini and get a tan right now. Is Panama next to Peru?" and my limited geography study in school was paying off, I knew what country was south of Panama. "No, Peru," she rolled the 'r' with such ease, "is much far away. Columbia is the country south of Panama." "Have you been there?" Now we can get to the meat of this fishing expedition! "Yes, for some time I have live in Columbia. Barranquilla, a small city of the coast. It is very beautiful there." "Why did you leave?" Come on... "It is of complication. Columbia is danger of the government. I was live with a man who is difficult for the government and he has me to live in Brazil." She didn't seem too concerned to be talking about it, but I wanted to know if something illegal was up with Tony Bennito and in turn did that spill over to Brad. "Really? Was there a drug problem?" "Yes, Columbia is of many drugs. Many problem is of drugs. The government is not good for the drug peoples and the policia is not good." "Was your man into drugs?" This was it, answer the question... "No, he is of the diamonds for," struggled look on her face, pretend she is digging, "they shovel the dirt for the diamond." "He's a diamond miner?" "Yes! He is of the miners for his business. Many money for him, but the government is," she searched for a word and didn't come up with one in English, "limitar. You know it is of not so you can mine." "You mean restrictive? Like limited?" "Yes! My English is not as poor some of the times. Yes, they limit and the land is of the government. If the diamond is of the land for the government they must take the diamond." "So the guy has trouble with the government because the land he is mining is theirs and they expect a cut of the profits?" "Yes, they are for the money of the diamonds but they do not work for the money. Many of the government is taking of money, they are like the bandidos. You know, they steal from the business." "Is this all he is in trouble for, mining on government land?" "Yes, he has problems with the workers. Much corrupci?n." Another Spanish word, but I got the message. So Tony Bennito might very well be a model Columbian citizen. His only issues were with the government and his work force? So why the herd of bodyguards? OK, so maybe the diamond thing was the reason. But anyone from Columbia not in the drug business had to have something else going on to warrant that kind of protection. Did she know? Interesting, makes me feel a little better about Brad's involvement with Tony. Maybe there wasn't anything- illegal going on, just big business in a cutthroat industry in a third world country? I was about to see if I could pry any information out of her about Tony, but we both sort of stared at each other wondering what that music was that began playing off in the distance. It took about two more seconds for me to realize it was my cell phone. Who the heck was calling... November 30th, 8:02 PM I got to the bedroom long after the 'Funky Town' ringer on my cell phone stopped, so I knew the call had gone to my voice mail. Had it been Brad or Lisa calling, they would have called the house phone. It probably was James and for a moment I got a little excited. Was he back in town already? I flipped the clamshell lid of the phone open. 'Missed call:' and the number I had grown up with most of the later part of my childhood years was listed next to that message. Shit! I stared at the phone a few seconds longer and it beeped three times as I held it - startling me. A message had been left and the indicator light began to flash, as if I needed a reminder. No! No! I scrolled through the menu and dialed voice mail. This wasn't going to be good. It was probably my dad and he had no doubt calculated down to the minute how long a flight from Las Vegas would take to get to Atlantic City, non-stop of course. I was prepared for a major explosion like only my dad could deliver.... "Oh, I ah, I'm sorry, I was expecting to get my son at this number. If you know him, Michael Moore, would you please have him call me back at this number..." My knees felt week and standing alone in the dim light of the bedroom I wondered if I could have made any bigger mistakes today. First, calling home on the condo's phone and not remembering that caller ID was pretty much a basic option on every phone in the land. Next, giving out my cell number to my mom. That really wasn't the problem though; it was the woman's voice on the phone when you got the 'Leave a message' que - that was the problem. "Hey, you've reached Rachel Moore. Leave a message and a number I can call you back at. Thanks..." Could I get any more stupid today? I was dead meat. My head was throbbing now, I felt short of breath all of a sudden, and I just wanted to disappear from all of this. I tried to wish this problem away, no luck. God certainly wasn't going to change it up for me, if anything all I've done since I was a teenager was just more grease on the drain I'd be taking to hell. I closed the phone up without any formalities and tossed it on the bed. Sitting on the corner of the bed I shook my head as the cell phones 'Funky Town' midi ringer began to chime. I considered getting up and taking a look, but decided to let it ring itself out. Probably my mom now calling so she could hear the voice message. When she finally gets me on the phone again I'm going to have some explaining to do. How do I explain the woman?s voice on the message? Co-worker screwing around with my phone? Girl friend? NO! Not that one. That would mean I'd have to produce her and seeing how I never did much in the way of dating during my youth - they would certainly be anxious to get a look at some girl taking our last name onto her first name. No, that just wasn't going to work. The phone stopped ringing and I stared at it, waiting for the beeps and message indicator light. After a few minutes when neither came I went over an picked it up. 'Missed call:' and again my parent?s number. I knew it, my dad gets my voice mail and says, "Jean, there's a girl on Michaels cell phone message and she's using our last name!" Oh shit! My mom is going to grill me from start to finish and won't let up until I'm completely broken. First question she'll ask, "Michael, who's this Rachel Moore woman?" Then she'll brow beat me about how if I ran off and got married... I was dead. Wasn't I already screwed enough that death would be a relief? I tried wishing that I could wake up from this nightmare... It didn't work. December 1st, 2:30 AM The light from the bathroom made me roll over and as soon as I did that my mind began to process the events of the day again. I glanced over at the clock, 2:30 AM. Augh! I had shut down for approximately 18 minutes. After the phone call from my dad and then the likely one from my mom to listen to the 'woman on Michael's cell phone' I'd zoned out on the ceiling, napped a few minutes, worried for an hour, slept, tossed, turned, and pretty much did nothing but make myself feel miserable. Now there was a possibility of another distraction. The shower came on and I saw Brad's naked form pass by the crack of the door. For just a second I had considered joining him, but decided that might be looked at as me throwing myself at him. Course the problem with that was ?? Yeah, I couldn't think of one. Hmm... I'd already showered, removed my makeup, moisturized, shaved, and while a shower encounter sounded good I'm sure the sight of me would be a big turn off. Tempting... Then I wondered if I could tempt him outside the shower, say - in the dark? Right here in bed? I sat up, my mind consumed with a new purpose beside guilt and worry that my parents were going to kill me. What can I do to some of that gorgeous man? I had it! I kicked my legs out from under the sheets and rushed to the chest of drawers I had my lingerie in. Digging around in the dark I found a little sheer teddy. I held it up toward the light from the bathroom. The bottom of the teddy itself barely made it below my crotch and I quickly ditched Brad's old t-shirt for the soft silky feeling lingerie. I turned back to the open drawer digging for the matching panties. They were almost invisible they were so sheer. Lace front panel and they rode so low on my hips you could see the crack of my ass above the waistband. I held up what I thought were the ones that went with the teddy, nope! Another pair, again not the ones I was looking for. Another pair, missed again. I grabbed a hand full of lingerie and in the sliver of light given off by the bathroom tried to find the one pair that would match. I ended up dropping the whole pile when nothing seemed to match. I turned and froze as the shower was turned off. Shit! I looked back in the drawer and moved bra's around, the hose, and under a slip I found what I was looking for, the match. Bending over quickly I grabbed the pile of panties on the floor and tossed them in the drawer, closing it quickly as I took the pair I was searching for and slipped them over my soft silky and very smooth legs. When I had them on the door to the shower opened and I saw Brad again pass in front of the crack in the door. "Shit!" I rushed to the bed and quickly pulled the sheets back, jumping into the bed like some teenager girl all hot to impress her boyfriend. I smiled to myself. Duh! That's what I was trying to do! I shuffled the covers around and pulled the teddy down around, it was tight around my chest and while the cups were loose around my tiny budding breasts it wasn't as bad as I probably could have made it seem if I was putting more time and effort into this seduction. I froze when I heard a noise coming from the bathroom and turned away from the door. The door opened briefly then went back to being just a crack. Augh! I looked back toward the door and at the amount of space on Brad's side of the bed. In the king sized bed there was enough room for him to climb right in and not even notice me. That wasn't going to cut it. I shifted over to the middle and pulled the covers up and around my neck. No, I kicked a leg out on his side of the bed. Yeah, let's see you get in bed without touching me now. The toilet flushed and the door opened a moment afterwards. I had my eyes shut and was struggling to not smile. I lazily turned my head away from the light as if I were sleeping. The bathroom door went back to being a small crack and I heard him milling about the room. I wanted to peek, but figured that would be a mistake. Just lay here, draw your prey to you. I moved my exposed leg slightly. He stopped moving for a moment and I could feel my body tingle with anticipation. He slid a drawer shut and there was silence. The next sound I heard was him setting his watch on the night stand next to the bed. I wanted to jump up and pull him into bed, but held back. A finger caressed the outside of my calf, down toward my ankle and I twitched as its path traced the tips of my toes. I had goose bumps on top of goose bumps! "You awake?" a soft voice asked. I didn't answer, didn't move. The finger at my toes became a hand and it moved back up my calf, only this time on the inside. Was he trying to get me to move? I stayed perfectly still. "Very nice..." the voice said softly. This time instead of stopping it kept going, inside of my knee, lower thigh... My shifted a fraction of an inch to pull my leg from his touch. "Did I wake you when I came in?" I opened my eyes and turned to look at him in the dimly lit room, a smile on my face. "How did you know I was awake?" "Your breathing..." his hand pushed further up my leg and I pulled away playfully. He was naked and the beginning of an erection was evident. I was already past being excited and could feel my little boy?s clit straining against the lace of my panties. "You brat! Why didn't you just jump in bed then?" "I wanted to play with you a little first." I pulled the covers back slowly and slid seductively toward where he was standing at the side of the bed to a position sitting just in front of him. I looked up at him and smiled, "How was your night?" He frowned for a second. "It was pretty crappy, but I think it's just gotten a whole lot better." I felt his hand touch my cheek and I reached for his hips, rubbing my hands down his legs, "I'm sorry to hear that you had a rotten night. My night sucked too, maybe we can make it better for each other," and without even thinking I moved my lips in to kiss his now fully engorged cock. His hands reached for my shoulders as if to steady himself and I was rewarded with a near silent sigh. His hips moved toward my face and I let him push into my wanting, warm and inviting mouth. When he was as far as I could take him I pulled back slowly, lips clamped gently on his throbbing shaft. He stood as still as he could, but I could feel his legs straining as I circled the twitching helmet of his cock. "Fuck..." he croaked deeply. I have you! I own you right now Mr. Anderson. "Do you like that?" I asked as my tongue flicked the tip of his cock. It bounced playfully in front of my lips and bumped my nose. I moved a hand slowly toward its base and took a firm grip on his manhood. When he didn't answer I dug my nails into his ass cheek with my other hand while pulling his cock up slightly, "I said, do you like that..." "Yes," he said softly. I relaxed my grip on his ass and let that hand trace a playful path toward his balls, cupping them at first, then wrapping the base of them in my fingers. I moved my face toward his cock again and circled the tip, tracing an outline of the helmeted tip before licking toward his balls, "You taste good..." and I enunciated that comment with a moan as my lips slurped at his balls. He moved backwards a tiny step as if off balance and his hand held my shoulders tighter to steady himself. I began to stroke his shaft while l