Chapter Seventeen
It was Opal's plan to trick Boyd into doing something stupid, but that was still hard for her to do. She assumed that getting herself drunk would make it easy, bring out the bad side of her. The rest would surely fall into place. But Boyd wasn't so easily led, he had been around plenty of women who wanted to have their way or no way, apparently. The trick was to get him drunk, she realized.
"You're a real lightweight," he said to her. "I can't believe you have a few hundred dollars worth of French champagne and you can't hang." Getting Boyd drunk was almost an automatic thing. As soon as he'd seen her gulping the stuff down, he'd followed suit. He must have been being polite at first, but clearly he was a thirsty person.
"Isn't all champagne French? That's the definition of a sparkling wine from that region of the country, isn't it? I thought a rich boy like you would be more familiar with his snobby titles and anal bullshit."
"If you want to talk anal, maybe we should head back to my place. I don't want to get caught for indecent exposure, not again."
"Oh, is that so? Okay, sure, let's go back to your place." That was just the invitation that might lead Opal to some of that dirt Carl was so eager to get his wrinkled hands on. This was feeling like a secret mission now, and it was kind of fun.
Boyd must have been sticking to beers lately, because he passed out after consuming half a bottle of rum. "Poor guy," Opal quietly said as she watched him breathing deeply in his slumber on the sofa. "You were trying so hard to be good, too. I'm sorry."
"Huh?" he said, stirring. "It's not even my fault, Felicia. I didn't mean to do it." Clearly Boyd had some issues with his lawyer. That was the name Carl had given her, so she'd looked into the background there. Yeah, she knew a fair amount about Boyd. The only issue was that it was the type of thing the papers had been permitted to print. There must have been so much hidden beneath the surface of this young man's life, it would have been enough to fill a thick book.
Intrigued by the idea of what might be lurking in Boyd's personal history, she started to look around. First, she stuck to the living area, which would have been more appropriately called the party room. Judging by the mood lighting and the pumping stereo system, it had been host to a lot of wild debauchery. The idea made her throb; that could have been plenty of fun, but her mission was more important right now.
"I can't believe this," she said after a good two hours of searching. It was a large place, given that hundreds of people lived in the building as well. It took up the entire top story, but even the biggest penthouse wasn't particularly huge compared to a standalone house. There couldn't have been any more places to hide things. She'd even gone around and pulled, nudged, or prodded all of the paintings on the walls, pieces of showy art, and even the wall and ceiling fixtures. Opal had gone so far as to inspect the furniture for hidden compartments and stitches. If there was anything Boyd was hiding, it would have been there, surely.
It must be digital, you idiot, she thought at last. That did make sense, in this day-and-age. On the other hand, who would be stupid enough to keep incriminating evidence where it might be susceptible to hackers or server failures. And Carl was confident there would be something, somewhere.
"Looking for the bathroom?" Boyd said behind her as she walked from the kitchen back out to the living area. It almost made her heart jump right out of her throat. He might have been onto her.
"You scared the crap out of me, Boyd. I thought you were dead to the world. What time is it anyway? We fell asleep."
Checking his fancy watch, he replied, "It's only about eleven. Are you ready to head home or something? I'm really sorry for falling asleep like that. I've been taking it easy on the hard stuff; can't handle it the same anymore. Pretty pathetic, right?"
"What? I don't think it's pathetic that you'd feel sleepy after a big ass bottle of "French" champagne, and all that rum. Is that not a lot for you usually?"
"As you might have guessed, I've spent a lot of time doing a lot of partying, for a very long time."
"Come on, you're only a year younger than me. If you're implying I've been alive for a long time, I'm about to slap you."
"Maybe you could slap me around? I might even like that. Some nice, legal fun right there." He took a step toward where she was standing at the entrance from the kitchen to the living area. "Did you need to use the bathroom first?"
"I think I'll pass on slapping anyone around for now." Boyd showed her to the bathroom and she pretended that she didn't already know every inch of the place. Opal then pretended that she'd needed to use it. When she walked out, it was a little embarrassing to realize that Boyd was still standing outside the door. He wasn't very close to it, not in a creepy way. But he'd been waiting for here like he had something important to say.
"Did you want to ask me something?" she said. "You look like you do." But he shook his head, walked forward, and kissed her. "Hang on," she said and he pulled away from her. "What was that?"
"That's what we call a kiss where I come from. I think it's French," he said with a laugh. "Oh no, wait, this is how you do a French kiss." He moved forward again and Opal didn't try to stop him at all, moved into him instead. They shared a warm, close sort of kiss; not dirty or how she had imagined he'd kiss. "Sorry," he said. "I've been thinking about doing that since the first time I saw you. Thanks for letting me give it a try."
"You're, uh, welcome?" Opal looked down, to the side, shifted slowly back to Boyd's eyes. They were inviting. She wanted him. There was no reason to fight that. "Fuck it," she said and rushed back to him. Their kissing took them to the bedroom, where she hoisted her dress off over her head. Boyd grinned and looked her up and down.
"You're even more perfect than I thought. And I've seen a few naked women."
"What do you do with those naked women once they're in your bedroom? Show me." Opal took off her bra and panties, because Boyd had been undressing himself at an alarming speed. His motions were well practiced and he was naked in a second. "Hey, hello there," she said when she saw that snake he'd been packing the whole time. "I knew you were hung."
"I usually expect to get my dick sucked by everyone woman who comes through those doors. Apart from my lawyer and this maid who won't put out any more."
"You're so open when you think you've got a sure thing, aren't you?" Opal replied. Then again, she was naked and greeting the man's penis. "Are you asking me to suck that?"
"No, I'm not." Boyd walked over to her and slipped his fingers between her thighs. The sensation was unexpected but welcome. It had been too long already since Opal had been touched by anyone but herself. "But you will." Opal did, lowering to her knees and trying to do the things she was sure all those sluts must have done.
After licking it, then slowing sucking on the head, she tried to see if she could deep throat him. It didn't work out very well, and she coughed and spluttered over his groomed pubic hair and shaft. "I guess I'm not quite as pro as you're used to."
"That's why I like you. Don't worry, there's plenty of time to teach you." He put his hand on her head, looking down and waiting to see if she was in agreement with the action. She nodded up at his from her knees, eyes wide, mouth opening. Opal managed to get down so far that Boyd's ball hairs tickled her moist lips. Then, she pulled herself back quickly. He let go of her head and smiled. "That's a girl!"
"Okay, I have to give it a rest or I might make a mess on your carpet."
"Let's go to the bed then. You'll notice my plastic sheets." He went and grabbed a bottle from his bedside drawer. There were a lot of interesting items in there, but Opal couldn't quite make out what they were. The bottle contained oil, which he splashed on the sheet a little. "Trust me, you're going to think this is fun. It's like a waterslide, almost. You're not a squirter are you? That really makes it into a waterslide, trust me."
"What else do you have in there?"
"Just the usual: cuffs, fake penises and butt plugs for the ladies, colored and flavored lubricants, ball gag, I think I have a leash too. Don't worry, I don't use this stuff most of the time."
"Do you think we could just have sex for now? It's been awhile, but I'm not too sure about letting you take me for a walk, not just yet."
"Maybe you'd prefer to lead me. No? Well, come sit on my face instead." He lied on his back, slipping around on the bed. Opal got on Boyd's face, taking hold of his hard dick at the same time. The moment he started to move his tongue, she squealed.
"Wow! Keep doing that and you might convince me to do just about anything." It was a little awkward at first, the whole situation. After a few minutes of pleasure from Mr. Wonder Tongue, Opal was rubbing herself back and forth on his face, riding it like a mechanical bull. She used some oil from the bed cover and lubed up Boyd's dick and balls thoroughly, working it up and down while she enjoyed his face.
"Shit, shit, shit! You're gonna make me cum if you keep that up. Let's fuck."
Boyd just made a negative sound, refusing to stop. He started to go even faster, and grabbed Opal's hips so she wouldn't get off. Hey, she wasn't going to complain if the guy really wanted to keep going. Instead, she screamed out and let go of all her built up frustrations and inhibitions. "God, god, what the fuck?! Don't stop!" Finally, she finished with a huge scream, sure that no sound would travel to the neighbors in that building. Then, she just sat on his face, unable or unwilling to move.
He didn't seem to mind that one bit. Opal collected herself and leaned forward to suck that lovely dick that was in her hand. The oil was sweet, and made the act even more enjoyable. She grabbed his balls and kneaded the sack in one hand, while holding the slippery cock in position with her other hand, pointing it into her mouth. Boyd started to lick her pussy again, and the sheer thrill from that was almost a new orgasm with each tiny motion.