La Revanche des Trois (The Revenge of Three)
Sylvia Hubbard
Romance/Suspense/ Sensual Noir
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The Revenge of Three
Chapter 1
Lauren and Jezica laughed at the inside joke across the table, Stefanie as usual felt left out.
They were at the very expensive restaurant inside of the St. Royal Hotel in Detroit. It was lunch hour and today Stefanie wasn't feeling like she wanted to be there. This feeling was a long time coming, but today when she awoke in her downtown loft, looking at the empty white pillow beside her and wishing someone was lying there with her, she was feeling that nagging of not wanting to be around Lauren and Jezica even more.
Jezica was married but barely home. She was supposed to be an at home mom, but having a very supportive mother in law, gave Jezica the right to just do what she want with all her husband's money when she wanted.
As for Lauren, she had always lived a wealthy life either with her own means or the many men she dated. Although she was single, there were always three to four millionaires supporting her expensive lifestyle and taste.
Stefanie was always the odd one out. A loner all her life, she really didn't acquire friends until high school when Lauren and Jezica decided to take her into their "cliche" after Stefanie's big payday. On top of that, Lauren and Jezica probably wouldn't have gotten out of high school or college without Stefanie's smarts.
When the bill was brought over the waitress placed the tray by Lauren. The assumption was inevitable since Lauren was the better dressed out of the three women with the latest in fashion from head to toe. Stefanie would be the less likely to be assumed.
When the waitress walked away, Lauren and Jezica continued their discussion about the new boots that were in season and at the same time, Lauren set the check next to Stefanie with a playful wink.
Stefanie didn't hesitate to pull out her American Express business card and place it on the receipt tray only noting a little the bill was a little over a hundred dollars. Lauren and Jezica ordered the most expensive thing off the menu, yet most the food on their side of the table was barely touched.
Every fourth Friday in the month this was the ritual of all three "friends," since Stefanie had received her first lump sum on the algorithm she had created for a software program. Later on tonight would continue the ritual where they all got together at a club and had a "girl's night out." Even though it was fun for Lauren and Jezica, it never had been fun for Stefanie.
Ten years later since the ritual had started, Stefanie was still paying bills for Lauren and Jezica, yet today reality was sitting ill in her gut.
"Isn't that true, Stef?" Lauren asked.
Stefanie hadn't been listening because the subject of what new boots to wear for winter just wasn't interesting to her. "Yeah, sure," she answered like she usually did.
Lauren flipped back her synthetic coopery brown mid-back length hair and gasped. "Look at that fine specimen, Jez."
All their eyes went to the door to see a tall big black man dressed in black from head to toe with dreds down to his waist. He looked even taller with a black Stetson hat on and bigger with the black leather McIntosh that went all the way down to his ankles. Stefanie almost thought tumbleweed was going to roll by because she seemed transposed back to western days and felt highly unsafe all of a sudden.
They weren't the only women or men looking in the direction of the entrance as the man's obsidian eyes scanned the room as if he were looking for someone to kill. His visual scan stopped at their table and he narrowed his eyes cruelly at Stefanie.
"He's looking at you!" Jez said terrified to Stefanie.
"Oh no he's not," Lauren said quite arrogantly. "He's looking at me."
Stefanie scooted down in her chair because if shoots were fired, she wanted to be able to duck down faster than the others at her table.
The dark stranger whispered to a tiny woman standing next to him that wasn't noticed until he addressed her. The small woman nodded and then the dark stranger walked away.
She was rather mousey looking African-American, but Stefanie was very aware of who this woman was without a doubt and put a lot of common sense together to know who that man was. In a way, she was glad the man had not approached the table because she would have a lot of explaining about her clientele to her friends and she really didn't want to go into her work with them. Anytime Stefanie spoke about her business, Lauren was usually calculating how much money she was making and Jezica was trying to figure out how was anyone interested in what Stefanie did.
"I have some work to complete before tonight," Stefanie said abruptly and stood up as the waitress brought back her card. "Can you guys leave the tip?"
"I didn't bring any money," Jezica said.
"And I don't have enough to leave," Lauren said.
Digging around quickly in her jacket, she tossed a five and some ones out on the table.
"We'll see you tonight at the bar, right?" Jezica asked hopefully
"I guess," Stefanie said.
"If we get there early, can we start your tab for you?" Lauren asked.
"Sure," she said nonchalantly with a shrugged, grabbed her laptop case and left out the restaurant.
The mousey woman was by the door and loudly cleared her throat to draw Stefanie's attention.
Opening up the laptop case, Stefanie handed the woman a flashdrive. "That should fix the problem on the security system for your client and I added an upgrade, Treasure."
"The boss says thank you," Treasure said sticking the flash in her purse. Being so small at only five feet tall, the biggest thing on Treasure was her chest. Double D's were nothing to play with on a woman her size and sometimes Stefanie was amazed how straight Treasure could walk.
They were kindred souls though enjoying the quiet life behind a computer at home or at work with no one bothering them. They'd met at an alumni mixer when they found out they were both forced to go and it was great because Treasure referred her "boss" to Stefanie, who was one of her biggest clients.
Treasure's "boss" was also her cousin, Lethal Heart, a very serious and deadly man in Stefanie's book and she was always glad to deal with Treasure instead of Lethal.
"How have you been?" Stefanie asked with a deep personal look of concern.
A shaky smile told the truth, but Treasure still said, "I'm fine. I miss her very much, but Lethal is making me move on. I don't think I could do everything if it's not for his damn pushiness."
"You know you can call me for anything you need, Treasure."
Treasure took out an envelope. "Here's the last payment for the work you did. He actually added more because he was able to use the file with several clients and thought to give you licensing credit to be fair."
Stefanie opened the envelope and smiled at the extra five thousand dollars added to the check personally signed by Lethal Heart. "Wow! Thank you."
"So how's everything been with you? You were dating that guy."
Shaking her head, Stefanie said, "Let's just say one woman's bad thing ain't always another woman's good thing."
"You shouldn't have to deal with sloppy seconds," Treasure said. "The offer is still good for -"
"No!" Stefanie said holding her heart.
"I promise to-"
"NO! No, No, Treasure."
Treasure put her hand over her mouth to hide the chuckle.
A horn blared hard and they looked over to the large black Escalade with tinted windows.
Lethal was inside and impatiently waiting for his cousin.
Treasure hugged Stefanie and whispered. "Sometimes a single night as someone's only is better than a night with someone who doesn't care."
Stefanie sighed and pulled away. "Well, if I change my mind, you'll be the first to know."
Treasure walked quickly to the Escalade and Stefanie was shocked Lethal jumped out the driver's side and walked around to open the door to the passenger side. His cousin's legs were not long enough to get into the truck and he gently helped her inside, took a side glance at Stefanie with a short nod and then got back in the SUV to drive away.
"Keeping secrets?" Lauren asked abruptly behind her startling Stefanie.
Chapter 1.2
Before Stefanie could answer, Lauren snatched the envelope from her and looked in it.
"Wow!" Lauren said.
Snatching the envelope back, Stefanie said, "It's a client, Lauren."
"A very well paid client. Who was that?" Lauren demanded to know.
"That's Lethal Heart and his office assistant. I never met him until now and I really didn't meet him."
"What I missed?" Jezica asked coming out fixing her clothes.
"She met that big black handsome guy," Lauren said.
"I didn't meet him, Lauren." Stefanie was getting exasperated. "Look, I have to go finish up some projects."
Lauren grabbed her arm slightly digging her nails into her skin making Stefanie winced. "You are coming tonight to talk about it, right?"
Stefanie looked down at the painful grip and then looked up into Lauren's beady dark brown dull eyes. Without the tall platform heels Lauren wore, they would be eye to eye, but for now, Stefanie was forced to crook her neck upwards at her.
"I said I'd be there." She snatched her arm away and had a tense moment of visual heat with Lauren.
"You know no ones ever going to be your friend like we are," Lauren said knowingly.
"Yeah," Jezica said.
"We'll help you celebrate your client and his money."
Stefanie rolled her eyes and stuffed the envelope in her laptop case. "I'll see you all tonight at the club."
Lauren held out her ticket for the valet to get her car while Jezica followed Stefanie to her car. "Hey, I forgot to ask you about the thing for my computer. Remember?"
Sighing in reluctance, Stefanie said, "Couldn't Nick figure things out?"
Jezica huffed. "He's been out of town lately. And I didn't want to bother him over my stupidity. Can you help or not, Stefanie?"
Grudgingly, she handed Jezica a flash drive. "But you didn't get this from me, because if you're trying to do what I think you're trying to do, Nick's not stupid enough to think you did this on your own."
Jezica smiled wickedly. "Don't worry. I'll be a good girl and destroy this after I install it."
As Jezica walked away happily to jump in the car with Lauren, Stefanie had a horrible feeling she shouldn't have done what she had done for Jezica and that what she had done would come back to bite her later on.
Nick was also a computer programmer and Jezica knew Stefanie was probably the only one who would be able to override the security program Nick had installed on the home computers to keep certain files away from his wife.
Stefanie walked to her old red Ford Escort and jumped in. In desperate need for a muffler that she just never had time to replace, she started up the car and drove away with the thought, "With friends like those, I really don't need enemies."
Lighting a cigarette, she took a long puff needing the nicotine to calm her nerves before driving home.
Chapter 2
On her drive home as she was getting into her third cigarette, she tried to pinpoint the spot in her life that made her realize her friends were just using her.
For ten years, Stefanie had accepted the things the way they were. Paying Lauren and Jezica's bar and restaurant tab, doing their schoolwork, helping them cheat on tests, and doing errands for them.
Maybe it was the call from her accountant, Kenneth Bianchi, about the large sum of money that was never paid back from Lauren a year ago.
He'd called her two weeks ago as he was getting prepared for an end of the year assessment before he started working on her fiscal tax year. He had started taking care of her books by a recommendation by Treasure earlier this year and he had been the best business decision she has to date.
Lauren was very upset about Stefanie changing over accountants because Stefanie's first one had come from Lauren's recommendation.
Kenneth's next advice after getting her books in order was to keep her business to herself.
Not telling Lauren and Jezica her business this past year had really started to unstress Stefanie. There was less explanation; there was less nosiness and most of all borrowing.
The third thing Kenneth had done was catch her up to date on exactly how much each of her friends had borrowed from her over the last decade. Jezica owed over ten thousand dollars. Most of these loans had come from trips she had asked Stefanie to pay for and shopping excursions Jezica's husband wouldn't pay for.
The amount didn't bother Stefanie much. The amount was more or less a principal of the matter. This wasn't just a couple of dollars here and there and Stefanie didn't even count the expensive monthly lunch and girl's night out events.
Lauren was another matter. A year ago, Lauren said she decided to leave her job at a local fashion & style magazine to open up her own design firm. She had initially borrowed five hundred from Jezica's husband and according to the proposal she gave to Stefanie, the bank loaned her ten thousand dollars. For three days she had called Stefanie up and been the nicest she had ever been in their decade old relationship until Stefanie finally loaned her fifty thousand dollars.
According to the terms of the loan contract she had signed with Lauren, the terms of payment were clearly laid out and Lauren was supposed to pay back the first installment of the loan three months ago.
Stefanie really had been consumed with her new clients and just stressed over all the demands Lauren and Jezica were making on her, she really hadn't been thinking about repayment and any money issues.
So the next morning when the text message of her things to do from Lauren had gone off after her meeting with Kenneth Bianchi, the clean white pillow had started to bother her.
As days passed the empty pillow bothered her more and more. Even when she changed the color of the pillowcase, it bothered her worse.
Yet, even though Jezica and Lauren were supposed to be her close friends, she didn't feel comfortable going to them telling them her troubles - especially because her troubles were about them.
Treasure had somehow become someone she could tell her troubles too, which was why the mousey friend kept suggesting her "private service."
As she got out of her car, she stomped her cigarette butt in the ground still upset with herself for never giving up smoking - even after her mother had died of lung cancer eight years ago. She had never known her father, but the pictures her mother had of him were all with cigarettes in his mouth.
The odd thing about Stefanie was that the only place she liked to smoke was in her car. Lauren and Jezica always made her feel bad about smoking or even going out to smoke break when they were out.
Getting into her loft, Stefanie went to her bedroom to strip down to her granny panties and thick bra. Going into her small bathroom, she started up the shower and sighed knowing it was going to be a lousy night. As long as she allowed her tab to be touched by Lauren and Jezica at the bar, they would buy whatever they pleased.
Her answering machine to her personal home number was empty, but she never expected the phone to have a message since she wasn't seeing anyone. The last guy she dated had been gone for the past six months and that relationship was three months of her life wasted as he pined for Lauren most of the time and only dated Stefanie to be closer to Lauren.
Men were not the high point or even the happy point in her life. Not once had they offered her any pleasure in her life, but she couldn't give up. There was always that need to know if there was more to being with a man than just laying there and letting them do what they wanted to do to her or just pleasing them and getting nothing in return.
Unbraiding her dark brown hair with natural streaks of auburn from the four corn rolled braids that went up into the ponytail, she took a brush and combed out the waves and then used some styling lotion to wrap her hair. Taking off her underwear, she jumped into the shower and took her time washing herself up. The feel of her hands over her flawless caramel brown skin from head to toe gave her some kind of comfort and pushed the stress of her day away.
If she wasn't working she was finding ways to spend time finding a little bit of happiness in her lonely life.
Her phone was ringing when she came out of the shower and reluctantly she answered already recognizing the ring tone as Lauren.
"Did you pick up my laundry?" Lauren asked. "I was getting ready for the club and I couldn't find my red blouse."
"I didn't have time-"
"Oh you were too busy?" Lauren said cutting her off with an unladylike cackle. "It's not as if you have anything else to do, Stef. You act like I'm asking you to go around the fucking world."
Keeping her cool as usual, she said, "I'll have them tomorrow morning."
"That's not good enough, but I guess I'll have to wait, huh." Lauren hung up the phone.
Just as she was about to put the phone down, another call came in. "You aren't going to change your mind," Treasure asked playfully still lingering on their prior conversation Stefanie had tried to avoid. "The stress in your voice clearly tells me you need something different more than you know."
It was nice to hear Treasure's voice and just to talk about something different was something Stefanie needed right now.
"Treasure, as evasive as you sound, I'm not as innocent as I may seem. Especially with men."
"Of course, you aren't. I just believe you've seen the wrong side of men."
"And I built the software your business ventures relies upon, so I think I know what you're implying and what you are thinking about involving me in."
"Just hear me out, Stefanie. You know I'm not a pushy person, but I'm an expert at knowing what people need. Lethal wouldn't keep me as his assistant if I wasn't good at determining someone's needs before they desire it."
"And what are my needs, Treasure, since you think you know me so well?"
"Intimacy with a man. You're tired of being someone's second or others with you because of your money."
Stefanie slowly sat down on a bed and touched her heart. Treasure was good... too good.
Chapter 2.2
"But you're scared, aren't you Stefanie?" Treasure asked. "You're tired of being used and you're tired of not getting anything from your encounters with men. What if I could change that? With no strings attached."
"And you know someone who wants the same?"
Hesitantly, Treasure said, "I do, but... he has particular taste and conditions."
"What are you trying to involve me in?"
"Can you trust me?"
Without hesitation , Stefanie knew she could because even though she had known Treasure for a short period, the woman had been the first friend that had never led her wrong or lied to her. "Yes, I can, Treasure, but I am worried."
"If I tell you that you won't be hurt, will you believe me?"
"Yes, Treasure."
"Good. Can you be ready in an hour and a half?"
"So soon?!" she asked exasperated.
"He's been waiting for a while and I've been warming you up once I knew you two would be perfect together."
"You are rushing things."
"No, I'm not, but like I said, he has particular tastes."
"Meaning?" Stefanie asked warily.
"He's shy."
"This is crazy. I have somewhere to be tonight."
"When?"
"Nine."
"You'll be done by that time."
"I'm feeling panic."
"You're just nervous. You go to the St. Royal Hotel. I'll leave a note at the desk for you."
A hotel room in the mid-afternoon? The opportunity of no strings attach encounter with a man. "What's to happen?"
"What you want," Treasure said obviously. "There's someone out there who wants you, but he just doesn't know yet."
"This is crazy."
"I'm in the business of finding people for other people - unlike my cousins, my clients are people who need each other. Let me try at least once. That's all I ask." Treasure said solidly. "You'll see I'm not wrong and for one night you'll get everything you want."
Stefanie didn't believe she would get everything, but she was curious enough and in the right situation mentally to really want to see what pleasure she could possibly derive from a complete stranger.
"So you'll go?" Treasure asked to confirm.
Chapter 3
Right before Stefanie had met Treasure at the college alumni affair, it had been the first time Treasure had been out in six months. Her twin sister had died from gun shot wounds.
Once they began to talk at the alumni affair, Treasure revealed her plan to get people together that had a difficult time getting together. The idea had come from her family who had odd taste in partners, but since she was around a lot of wealthy clients from her cousin's business, she had garnered the respect of finding information or connecting people to where they needed to be.
It was inevitable for Treasure to go into business for her own because most of her cousin's had their own type of business or worked for Lethal Heart with their own specialty.
She was her namesake. People trusted Treasure with information they wouldn't trust with anyone else and her knack for networking was superior to none.
So with Treasure giving Stefanie an opportunity to connect with someone that would please Stefanie, the curiosity to see if Treasure really could do what she promised was just too tempting not to resist.
What did she have to lose? Another night of feeling nothing?
And she would still be able to get to the club without Jezica and Lauren ever finding out.
"St Royals Hotel?" Stefanie asked to be sure.
"Yes, I can make the arrangements immediately and you'll have to trust me through this whole thing."
"And you said he had particular tastes? Kinky?"
"Not the first time. Most likely it will be if you two are really compatible and any other time, I think it may get exploratory, if you know what I mean."
"Is he safe? I mean sexually?"
"Yes. All my clients are and I know you are from your annual two months ago."
"How do you-" She stopped herself. Treasure was a computer informational retrieval specialist for her cousin Lethal as well. Stefanie was very familiar with Treasure's power to manipulate a computer to give her whatever information she desired. That's why they got along so well. "Stay out of my life and my medical files," she warned.
"You don't think I would ask something like this if I didn't know everything," Treasure said with a playful snort. "I have to know everything in order to please you."
"I'll be there in half an hour."
"You won't be disappointed."
Stefanie looked at the empty pillow on the bed and knew she needed something different. Could this be what she desired all along?
***
She wanted to smoke, but waited until she parked and stood outside of her car to light up a cigarette. Her hands trembled as she lit the cigarette and she took five quick puffs to blow them downwind away from her hair and clothes.
Grinding out the cigarette under her black frumpy pumps, she took a swig of the mouthwash she kept in the car and then looked in the mirror to see if she had to touch up the light make up she usually wore.
If she changed her mind now, would Treasure be upset? What the hell was wrong with her? This was crazy!
There was still ten minutes before she had to go up and she felt a knot in her stomach began to grow.
Yet, she realized she wasn't emotionally ill anymore. This was something different -Something she needed to do in order to take the next step in her life.
Ever since Kenneth had given her the breakdown of what her friends owed her, she wanted to feel one time in her life that someone wanted her other than her money. She had tried to find this in men before, but today Treasure had promised her something different.
Her phone rung just as she had spit out another mouthful of antiseptic mouthwash. Kenneth’s number blinked up and she answered.
“Did you get my fax?” he questioned. His voice was nasal and always serious. The few times she met Kenneth Biachi, she was always amazed to know he was so young at thirty-five when he sounded and had nuances like a fifty year old man.
She could just imagine him sitting at his large desk in front of his computer adjusting or cleaning his glasses because they never seemed to fit properly for him or were never really clean enough for him.
“When did you send it?”
“Just a few minutes ago. I knew you were going out with your friends tonight, but I thought you should have details and let me know what you want to do about the debt they owe.”
“Why should I really care, Kenneth?” she questioned.
“Why?” he asked. “You really need to ask me that, Stefanie? Even if you just want to discount Jezica’s loan amount, I can’t ignore the figure I get when I add up what Lauren owes you. After the amount she owed from the loan, prior to that, after going through several bookkeeping errors and erasers by that dipstick nut who was handling your account, I found that over hundred thousand is owed by Lauren.”
That ill feeling swelled up in her stomach. “H-How? How could she possibly owe me that much without me...” It felt hard to breath suddenly.
“Easy, Stefanie, it's not your fault totally -You were consumed by work and you were running a small company by yourself. They used that against you,” Kenneth said. “She had that accountant paying bills here and there. According to him there was no embezzlement going. You agreed to pay some things but other things were added to accounts.”
“I’m confused.”
“For instance, her dry cleaning bill was paid by you several times in person over the years, but other times there were just charges that were just automatically ran. Most likely she ordered them to do this in your namesake thinking she would pay you back sooner or later. According to the accountant this was done with your approval as part of Lauren’s tab. He kept detailed records for you about her spending with your money as if he wanted you to know or eventually ask him. I found these instances with food, salons, boutique and even clothing purchases. You paid for them one time or another at mostly specialty boutiques and she made when she was there an open account was made in your name, which she just made herself at home with.”
Stefanie was getting angrier and angrier by the second. “How the hell could she-“ Too angry to even speak more, she bit her lip and wanted to light up another cigarette, but was conscious about her breath.
She didn’t want this guy to feel like he was licking an ashtray. Poignant words she remembered her mother saying all the time when her mother had a “visitor” coming over.
“Are you still there?” he asked worriedly.
“Unfortunately, but I feel like tissue on the bottom of someone’s shoe about now. That’s a lot of money, Kenneth.”
“I know and money retrieval isn’t my forte but I do have someone who can.”
“I’m not sending people after my supposed friends for money like a loan shark, Kenneth. That would be cruel.”
“Look over the fax and then call me tomorrow morning. Maybe you should see the details about what she did to you and then we’ll go from there.”
Stefanie really wanted another cigarette, but forced herself not to light up as she proceeded into the hotel. Walking to the front desk, she asked the attendee, “Do you have an envelope for Stefanie Kent?” she questioned.
After a second of looking around the desk, the attendee found a black envelope with gold lettering on it.
Her name was beautifully engraved on the five by eight envelope with a TH in the left hand corner.
Opening up the black paper letter that matched the envelope that was inside, Stefanie took a deep breath and read each word slowly:
Do not waste today’s pleasurable moments on yesterday’s worries. Put the blindfold on before the elevator gets to the floor and then open your mind and yourself to what lies ahead.
Treasure Heart.
Inside of the envelope was a gold card key that read PH4. She knew that meant Penthouse and asked the attendee where she would go.
The female attendee looked very impressed and said, "Penthouse four is located by the private elevators around the corner down the hall. There’s a guard before you can get on the elevators. You have to show him the key and then once you get in the elevator there’s a slot to stick the key in. The elevator will go straight to the room.”
Even Stefanie was impressed with where she was going and felt very under dress in the frumpy shoes and simple red dress. She had a red headband with her hair combed back and some earrings.
The guard was huge, but soon as she showed the key, he stepped aside and pushed a button. The doors to gold elevators opened and she stepped inside alone. Putting the key card in the slot, the elevator beeped before the doors closed and then started rising without stopping at any floors.
Her heart rate pounded as she checked her make up once again and even her hair. Feeling childish, she snatched the headband out of her hair, but then couldn’t figure out what to do with her hair without it, so she put it back in and hurriedly tried to fix her wayward strands with her fingers. Nothing seemed to work to make her feel she looked better, so she snatched off the head band and growled in frustration.
It was then she remembered the blindfold and put it on so she didn’t have to look at herself, but also to obey instructions from the letter.
The doors to the elevator opened and she tried her best to gracefully step out, but not used to walking in heels when she used her eyes, she stumbled clumsily out before the doors closed.
Chapter 4
There was jazz music softly playing a room away, but she couldn’t hear any noise or anyone. Her senses were definitely heightened as she felt every sound escalated and her wariness of her surroundings seemed to envelope every thump of her heartbeat.
Once the elevators doors closed and she could hear the car move back down, yet still no one came to her.
After a minute of just standing there, she fidgeted a little bit touching her blindfold in the front and then running her hands to the back to make sure the knot in the back was secure.
“You obey very well,” a deep voice whispered beside her.
She gasped startled because she had not heard anyone approach. From the distance of his voice, he was more than arms length close and tall – very tall to the point she craned her neck up. Swallowing hard, she forced herself to calm down and nod in agreement with him unsure what today or do. His hand touched her should gently. She was very aware that his fingers were long and very strong as she seemed to massage her skind down to her hands and then gripped her fingers gently to guide her to follow him. Her steps were hesitant and when she faltered again, he stopped.
She could hear his breathing and she wondered if he was nervous as her, but she doubted. Her gut was far from ill, but the nervous knot was there.
“You’re going to trust me?” he asked.
She remembered those words from Treasure, but this was a stranger. How could she just give her trust over so easily.
Her brain spoke Treasure’s hand written words, “open your mind and yourself to what lies ahead.”
“I have no choice, do I?” she asked teasingly.
“You always have a choice.” His fingers lightly moved down her spine bestowing her body with tingles all over. He moved body her and wrapped one arm around her. “You can always change your mind.”
His breath to her nape and his lip brushing up against her skin turned those tingles into shudders. She was very glad he was holding her firmly because her legs almost gave out on her.
It took a moment before she could form words. “I want to do this. I want to feel your need.”
He pulled her to his body turning her to him and Stefanie knew he was very large. The width of him was rock stolid, wide and he felt so… strong? She couldn’t describe what she couldn’t see. No one had ever given her a sensory experience like this and she was confused, scared, but damn too curious as to what was going to happen next.
Treasure wouldn’t put her in the hands of a madman, would she?
And since Treasure clients were all rich. Most likely this man had to have some good looks about him
But he was shy - That’s what Treasure had said.
Wherever he had led her, it had to be a different room than where the elevator had let her off. She could smell lavender and something sweet… honey, but she could also smell him. He wore no jacket and his shirt was made of the finest material specifically cut to fit his body … and what a body. Now that she was pressed against him, she could feel a lot more and his body was everything of her imagination - Broad, muscled, hard and taunt.
Orange and red light flickered and she could feel heat in this room coming from the side of her.
Wood crackled in that direction and she was curious to see a real fireplace in a hotel room, but the blindfold prevented that.
“Move with me,” he ordered taking both hands after moving her arms around his neck.
She liked that he had to curve his body into hers slightly because she was shorter, but she wished she could walk in those horrendous looking platform heels that Lauren wore to make it easier for him.
He whispered a beat of numbers in her ear and at the same time, guided her body to move with him. After a minute or so, she giggled and gasped! She was dancing!
Surprised at what he had gotten her to do for the first time in her life, she misstep a little, but he only moved her so they were back on track. Who was this man?!
The sound of the zipper of her dress moving down made her misstep again and this time trip over her own feet, but he didn’t missed a beat and dipped her into the fall.
“You’re scared?”
She nodded but was amazed as he held her in that pose without shaking or seeming to strain.
Slowly he lifted her and at the same time her dress fell to her ankles. She was almost bare for him to see.
Instinctively she wanted to cover herself, but she kept her hands at her side as his face came into her neck again where it had been before.
She had deigned to wear the only good black lace bra with matching panties that she picked up on one of Lauren’s shopping excursions at the insistence of Lauren, but this was after Lauren convinced her to buy six hundred dollars of underwear for her.
His breath was warm and she succumbed to the touch of his lips as they softly pressed against her jugular vein. More kisses followed up to the space behind her ear as his hands moved around her waist, making her forget that bad memory which came upon her.
“Tell me what I’m doing to you,” he ordered.
“Your lips make my nervousness go away,” she revealed.
This made him chuckle, but she was rewarded with a much longer kiss to her cheek.
“And your touch makes me forget everything except this moment.”
“Would you like more kissing or touching?” he asked keeping his voice a whisper.
She was in love with his voice’s inflection and deepness. “Both.”
That got her another chuckle, but his hands began to feel her body all over and his mouth started back on her neck, her cheek and her shoulders.
When she could, she kissed his neck and cheek. Never once, did he make it possible to kiss him directly on the lips, but that didn’t bother her at all.
She didn’t know if it was safe to touch him and with her blindfold she was very aware of everything place he touched on her. He didn’t move between his legs with his hands and he didn’t kiss her on the lips, although at this point she would be willing and ready for both.
This stranger had done more affection to her body than any man in her entire life. She didn’t regret her decision for this moment and if Treasure was there, Stefanie would have thanked her deeply.
His mouth was no longer planting kisses, but suckling over to her shoulder and then back to her neck, around her throat to the other side behind her ear. His breathing had become erratic just like hers and she could feel the grip of his hands kneading her back and then her buttocks as if touching her couldn’t sate him enough.
Though she couldn’t see the desire in his eyes, she could feel he wanted more of her and that knowledge fully aroused her. His right hand unhooked her bra and his left came around to cup each one as if feeling them was vital to his survival.
Instead of just attacking her though as she thought he would, he pulled her again to him and held her body close to his. The gesture was so tender, she was taken aback by his motions, she couldn’t help to bring her arms up to his shoulder to surrender to his body.
Stefanie could feel herself opening up mind body and soul as he lifted her up and carried her five steps over to a bed where he laid her down on her back.
She heard him removing his clothes quickly and then she could feel him lean over her on the firm bed. The cover beneath her was extremely soft and his body over her was extremely hard in more ways, than one.
His hands returned to fondling her breasts and she bravely moved her hands up to undo his shirt. When he didn’t stop her, she continued to open his shirt and push the clothes off his broad shoulders and then he let her take off his undershirt. He was bare just like she was above his waist and instead of just diving in, he laid his body against hers. Kissing her neck and then suckling her earlobe. She vibrated from his oral touch, loving his mouth and hands worshiping her body.
He descended to her chest, planting kisses on her shoulder and her arms before swooping on her breasts.
She wasn’t built like Treasure, but she knew she had a handful to please any man. This man was definitely pleased by the touch of his hands that shortly followed by his lips, mouth, teeth and tongue.
Stefanie was in pure heaven as he suckled ravenously taking his time as if they had all the time in the world.
Lost in moments of tremors, shudders and palpitations, Stefanie did note when she tried to touch his face he moved her hands to the side and found spots around her aureole to arouse her more.
Instinctively, she grinded her body against his thigh titillating her clitoris to arousal. He moved a hand over her groin to still her movements and at the same time he moved his body to the side.
She groaned at the withdrawal, but waited for more. He took her hand and allowed her to touch his chest. This was his way of giving her permission to explore his body, but he kept a light rein on her wrist so she wouldn’t go above his neck. Was this the issue he had? His face?
This didn’t bother her and she took full advantage of touching him. Moving to her knees she touched his broad shoulders and wide torso. She also realized somehow he had gotten fully naked as well. This made her blush, but never hesitant to touch him.
Chapter 4.2
He was a naturally large man with a body built to replicate Hercules. Her fingers moved over his erected nipples and her mouth watered to taste them, but she wanted to continue her touch journey.
His breathing quickened and she knew he liked his body to be touched just like hers. Was this a lesson in parameters for her? No man had ever guided her to do this yet just this alone brought her more intimacy than any moment with a man she had ever had.
Moving down to his waist, she counted the ripples and couldn’t believe he had a perfect six pack. His waist was lean, but powerful and her hands moved to the side.
Maybe if she was Lauren or Jezica, she would be brazen enough to touch his phallus immediately, but she didn’t.
He had let go of her wrist after she took her time over his stomach. Light fluttery movements across his abdomen, on the outside of his thighs and down to his thick calves had his gasping in arousal.
She loved being a playful minx finding sensitive spots on her touch journey of his glorious body. Ascending, she rubbed her face on his skin, planted light kisses where he was especially sensitive and even used her shoulder length hair that was loose and most likely wild to escalate the touching she was doing to him.
Again she skipped his groin area as he had done her and moved to his stomach. By now her tongue had joined the fun and the taste of his skin was thick and sweet. Before she got any farther up, he grabbed her shoulders, pulled her up to the pillows and buried his face in her neck.
She heard him curse beautifully in her neck as his hand pulled down her underwear. Lifting her torso, she helped him and spread her thighs to give his fingers easy access to explore her womanly delight.
His fingers missed no area and Stefanie didn’t know if he was trying to arouse her or analyze her, but she found herself unable to breathe right and she no longer shuddered. Her body trembled hard and she couldn’t catch enough air to fill her lungs. He furthered this arousal by suckling repeatedly on each breast laving his tongue around the tips, on the side before drawing each one deeply into his large warm mouth. To further sensuously torture her, his teeth would occasionally come into play over the tips and at the same time he would flick her most sensitive spot between her legs.
She was dizzy with lust and urged him to move on top of her, but it was like trying to maneuver a brick wall. “Please,” she begged. “Please let me feel you.”
Finally, he moved his body over hers right before she heard something tear. He kissed her neck again as his body spread her legs to the fullest. He had to be at least six feet four and three hundred pounds of pure muscle from her determination.
He took his time, despite her clawing at his back, the gyrations of her body underneath him and her begging for more.
Finally she felt his sheathed head pressed against her entrance. She stiffened and he paused as the tip easily slipped into her moisture.
“No! No!” she said angrily hitting his chest. “Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”
He chuckled and she swore he let out a sigh of relief.
“It feels so good. Please! Please don’t stop,” she encouraged.
Her pleas were answered as he descended deeper into her ever so slow she found herself humming in a high pitch melody of the delight as each centimeter filled her. She couldn’t believe how wet she was and knew her essence was all over the bed, her thighs and him.
A layer of sweat broke out all over his body as he stopped once he was at the hilt. Her legs were up and wrapped around his waist, but he was too wide for her to lock her legs around him. He didn’t lay his full weight on her and she was doubly glad about that. Kissing his neck and holding him close, she knew a whispered thank you had slipped out her lips but she didn’t care.
A level of intimacy with this stranger had been reached on more than one occasion with a complete stranger than any man she had ever been naked around. Expressing her appreciation verbally without being ashamed was a delight even to her ears.
Yet, he wasn’t through. He began a slow grind and at the same time work his thickened phallus in and out of her body. She had to grip his shoulders tightly to hold on for the ride of her life and swore her heart had stopped beating at one point as reality and unconsciousness slammed her senses while he rocked her subconscious universe all at the same time.
The beauty of orgasming with a partner and not by herself, blew her mind just as much as the exhilarating shockwaves that racked her body.
For a brief moment she came back to reality feeling him lose his rhythm for a moment shudder so deep into her, she thought her spine had popped out the back of her body and hear him grunting deeply for a very long time.
Yet that was nothing compared to the shouting, screaming and cries of gratitude she was giving him, until her voice box was sore, her womanhood was clearly sated and her mind fell into a pleasurable bliss of oblivion.
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