Mayhem in a PillChapter 49 Onyx
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Pink hair be damned, Jill thought. I am going to enjoy this. The bathroom was a marble creation cool to the touch. How it had survived the Sonic attack was unclear. It must just be tougher than glass. There was an open window covered by a green and white embroidered curtain.
Jill turned on the water and felt the hot water flow over every inch of her body. She scrubbed herself with soap lathering and thoroughly enjoying every second. The pink dye bled out of her hair and down the drain, leaving something closer to a platinum blond with a pink tint slicked backward on her head.
She stepped out of the shower meeting a fluffy white towel that easily soaked the soft moisture off her skin. She brought the towel around her head pushing back and forth. The perfect white was stained by a soft pink tone where her hair touched. She cringed at the stain. She had to assume anyone with the audacity to give their guests white towels must have bleach.
She saw folded by the towels a white bathrobe of beautiful fluffy material. It had a soft letter embroidered on one side, a symbol for the hotel that Turquoise's contact owned. Jill drew the towel around her body mopping up the soft warm liquids that drifted down. Finally, she brought the towel back up and wrapped it around her body.
Their host had a mirror behind the sink. Something that had once been so commonplace was now the biggest luxury of all. She looked at herself in the mirror. Spinning she investigated the nooks and delicate crevices rarely visible to her own naked eye. She recognized her skin was tougher and her body more roughed up than the time before. Still, Jill thought, there was a beauty in the strength she now had. She investigated the purplish pattern where the safe had dropped onto her wrists earlier. She looked herself up and down and decided she wasn't bad looking even if she had no skill with makeup like Turquoise.
She slipped the bathrobe over her naked body and tied it shut. Stepping out of the bathroom landed her into the common area of the suite. It had a couple of small sofas arranged around a coffee table, marble-like the bathroom. There was only one figure in the room. A large black figure slumped down on the arm of a sofa.
Ramone.
Of course it was Ramone.
Jill breathed in cautiously and scanned the room for signs of anyone else. "Did they go?" she asked.
Ramone did not respond. Jill stepped up behind the sofa placing her hand gently on his red shirt. On his thick broad shoulder. Jerking awake, Ramone sat up and looked at her. He reached toward his ear and messed with the dial.
"Where'd they go?" Jill repeated, dragging her hand off of his shoulder. She was a little slow, and Ramone's eyes followed her hands motion and surveyed her soft fluffy robe.
His eyes spoke before his lips, appreciating her cleaned and lightly apparelled appearance.
"They didn't want too many people there for the negotiation. Turq thought I would be intimidating."
Jill frowned then nodded slowly. "I guess it is safer to negotiate when the items are not within grasp." She slipped onto a different sofa than Ramone, but in the closest corner to him.
"What do you mean?" Ramone asked.
"I have the key to the manuals hidden away. And Carlos only has his share of the stones." She crossed her legs toward him and her right leg slipped slightly out of the robe. Her leg was not as smooth as it was when she shaved daily, but the razor provided had been decent.
"And you have?" His eyes drifted down her leg.
"Yours, actually. We couldn't exactly leave them in the car. Yours and mine." Jill forced herself to pull her leg away and cross the other direction away from him. She shifted her robe so all except the ankle was covered.
"I should fix that."
"You should. I can bring them to a neutral place. Trust me, they are safe where they are."
"Are you inviting me to your place, snow bunny?"
Jill grimaced and pulled her robe back over her more thoroughly. "Ramone, I don't like that term."
"That's not a no, Jill," he said. "And after what Carlos said--"
Jill's head snapped up to watch Ramone's face. "What exactly did Carlos say we did?"
Ramone, who had been slightly leaning forward, pulled his torso away from Jill as if he expected her to strike him. "You came over and stayed the night." Ramone swallowed before continuing. "He said you slept together."
Jill looked up at the beautiful crown moulded ceiling. "Technically, yes. I did sleep with him." She looked down at Ramone's disappointed face. "On the shoulder. I fell asleep when we were talking. He didn't kiss me. He didn't fuck me. God knows I could use a good fucking."
"Could you now?" Ramone asked.
Jill looked up at him again and met his deep brown eyes. He was neither hungry nor disinterested. It was an attraction of convenience.
"I mean, it's been a while," Jill admitted. She forced herself to look away. "But you and Turquoise, probably not as long."
"We haven't fucked or pretended to be a couple for years."
"Four years?" Jill asked holding up four fingers, “or for f-o-r years?”
"My boy is three. So I guess two, but Turq is like that. She likes the baby, but not the baby daddy. Right now sounds like she got someone looking for the job, thus the other reason I shouldn't go."
"So she wouldn't..." Jill began, "This is a stupid thought process. I want Turq on my good side. Money. Money is far more important in this world than my happy vagina."
"I don't know. A happy vagina can make a lot of money," Ramone said.
"So I have been told," Jill said, shaking her head. "I couldn't do that though." She ran a hand through her hair, mostly clear of the pink dye. "How long are they going to be?" she asked.
Ramone looked at the clock on the wall. "A couple hours more, I would think."
He stood, walked around the coffee table and sat down on the sofa where Jill's crossed leg was pointing.
His leg was against hers. Brushing against her without touching her directly. She eyed his new position carefully. It was no butterflies, but there was a churning pulsating motion she had difficulty controlling. She opened her mouth to speak but found herself eyeing his soft wide lips. She almost didn't realize her action when she leaned in to kiss him. Her eyes closed and so did his. It was a soft genteel testing kiss. Then when she broke off he chased her lips. Now she tasted the hunger from him. Fed by the taste of her tongue he wanted more. When they pulled back, she knew that her eyes shone with her hunger to be sated. She shook her head vehemently pulling away.
"When is the last time you got fucked by a black guy?" Ramone asked.
Jill frowned at his word choice. "You mean when is the last time I got fucked?"
"I guess that would be useful too."
Jill shook her head. "I don't fuck guys I am not attracted to."
"You're going to tell me, now, that you're not attracted to me."
"Oh no, I am very attracted to you."
Ramone grinned at this.
Jill continued "It's been problematic as fuck, because I find you so physically appealing, but that mouth of yours."
His hands went up to his lips. "It seemed like you liked them."
"You see one picture of me and Connor, and the next day the whole worksite is calling me snow bunny."
"Right. Connor, the boyfriend. But you said it's been a long time."
Jill stiffened pulling herself away. "He was on the freeway the day the glass danced."
"Oh," Ramone said, matching her sorrow in his expression, but offering no words of comfort.
"Yeah. It sucked. It really fucking sucked," Jill said. "But I am almost numb to it now. Almost."
"I lost some cousins and it was a close call with my Pops."
"Can we stop this conversation? I was horny, but now I'm getting sad."
"Okay," Ramone said. He looked her body up and down again. "So what, you don't want me to kiss and tell?"
"Trust me, Ramone. If you spread around what I am capable of, I will never get another day of peace." She looked at him licking her lips. "I know you are trouble, but damned if I don't have an itch that needs scratching."
"Hmm." His hands continued the communication walking up the side of her body almost like he was trying to tickle her. Slipping around the robe.
Her jaw opened slightly upon feeling his hands against her.
"I got good hands to scratch an itch," Ramone said.
Jill reached toward him, tempted to reciprocate, but she forced her hand down. "If we are going to do this we need some things." She gasped as his thick finger tickled between her legs. "We need to have rules."
Ramone pulled his hand out from her robe reluctantly. "Fair enough. My safeword is Lemon Tree."
Jill was focused on the deep brown hand that was hanging in the air in front of her. "That's part of it," she said. She lowered her head to his hand. She touched her tongue to the crease between his thumb and index finger and drew along down the latter. She paused at the tip of the finger. "We also need a condom. And I need to know if you are safe."
"I can be as gentle as you want, Jill."
"Nah Ramone. I am asking, you don't have any STDs?"
"Do you?"
"Hello, it has been eight months since I had sex," Jill said, “And I was clean before then.”
"I was tested four months ago," Ramone said. He opened his mouth and shook his head.
Sensing what he wasn’t saying she replied, "I won't lick, just in case. And we need a condom anyway."
"I have one, but I hate how they feel," Ramone said. "They never seem to fit right." Even so, he pulled out his wallet where a golden wrapper rubber was tucked.
"One more thing," Jill said.
"So many demands."
"This is just scratching an itch. This is fucking for fucking sake. I don't want more from it."
Ramone raised an eyebrow, but nodded.
He set the condom on the table and soon felt her lips against him. Her body was pressed against him. The Terri cloth of her robe was loosening. She pressed herself against him and began kissing him thoroughly along the neck. Her hands slid down his t-shirt to his pants. She returned to kissing his lips as her hand cupped around his penis through the thick jean fabric. She squeezed and kissed and squeezed and kissed.
Ramone broke off the kissing. "Fuck."
"Yes," Jill answered, panting slightly.
"If you don't want people to know what we're doing," Ramone said, whilst relishing her return to kissing his neck. "We should probably relocate somewhere where they can't walk in on us."
"Fuck," Jill said. She tore herself away from kissing his earlobe. She nodded and looked around the room.
"My rooms right there." Ramone pointed.
Jill looked, but her hand was multitasking, squeezing. She shook her head. "We should go to mine. If I exit your room with nothing but a robe in and stinking of sex it will be the same as them seeing us here." She pulled her hand away finally and stood up.
Ramone stood too. He was a head or so taller than her and seemed almost twice as wide. They walked towards her room, near the front of the suite.
Jill looked back at where they had been checking they would not leave any clues. "Condom," she said.
She continued toward her door as Ramone double backed to get his wallet and the golden ticket to pussy. He saw which room Jill had gone into and followed.
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