CHAPTER SIX: Chad

I hung up the phone when I got Zoe’s voicemail.

I couldn’t believe after all these years, she hadn’t changed her phone number. Of course, I was too embarrassed to leave a message and I’m glad she didn't answer. I had no idea what I would have even said. Hell, her husband could have answered! Or one of her kids… Fuck.

I probably would have just hung up or said sorry wrong number. But since no one answered, I was completely off the hook.

“Another whiskey, sir?” the male bartender asked.

“One more,” I said with a sigh. I stifled a yawn with the back of my hand. Good thing I just had to ride the elevator up to the penthouse. The combination of the long flight and the four shots of Jack had me teetering on the stool.

I noticed movement to my left and glanced over to see a brunette with a short skirt and big tits sidle up to the bar next to me.

“Can I sit here?” she asked as she slid onto the stool and leaned in close. I looked at her in the mirror over the bar. Either I was drunk as shit or this babe was smokin’ hot! I turned sideways to give her the once over. She gave me a drunken smile. She was tall, thin, with the big jugs in a tight tank top. She was at least a 9, bordering on a 10. Her hair was blonde and curly and her lips painted a dark pink.

“Be my guest,” I said with a nod. I called the bartender over and she ordered a Long Island Iced Tea in a tall glass and I ordered another shot.

“Thanks,” she said with a smile. “So, where are you from?”

“California,” I said. “You?”

“I love California. I used to live in San Diego. Haven’t been out that way in ages.” She grinned as she stirred her drink with the straw and gave me the eye.

“It’s still sunny and hot,” I joked.

“Kristin,” she said as she extended her hand. “With a K.”

“Bob,” I said, giving her a fake name because I didn’t need the headache of her knowing who I really was. You met some crazy bitches in hotel bars. The kind of crazy bitches that showed up outside of your house at three in the morning claiming to be pregnant with your baby.

“Nice to meet you, Bob. What brings you to New York?”

“Business.”

“But not pleasure?” she said with a laugh. She wrapped her lips around the straw and gave me a sexy look. “You staying here?”

“I am.”

“For how long?”

“Couple of nights,” I said. I shot back the whiskey and held up my glass for another. “How about you?”

“How about me?”

I smiled. “Are you a guest or a working girl?”

She let her eyes go dreamy and touched my hand. “What if I’m a little of both?”

I glanced at her left hand. No ring. As the whiskey worked its way through me, I couldn’t help but get lost in her cleavage as she spoke. The tits were fake. Trust me, I could spot fake tits a mile way. But fake tits or not, I instantly wanted to bury my face between them. I could feel my cock getting hard just looking at them. Guess I wouldn’t be eating Chinese tonight after all.

“Well, Kristen with a K,” I said, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand. “How about we take our business and pleasure up to my room”

Her eyes swept up and down me. She narrowed her eyes at me. “You look really familiar. Are you famous? What is it you do?”

I leaned in and whispered in her ear. My speech was slurred, but my cock was rock steady. “Get your big tits and your tight pussy upstairs and I’ll show you what I’m famous for.”

She frowned at me for a moment, then smiled and scraped a fingernail down my cheek. “Control freak, huh. I like that.”

She slid off the stool and took my hand and led me to the elevator. I had my fingers inside her box even before the doors opened to the penthouse.

* * *

I was usually the one in control, but tonight, for some reason, I let the woman take charge. And Kristen was definitely a take charge kind of gal.

We stripped off our clothes on the way to the bedroom. I let Kristen put her hands on my thick chest and push me back onto the bed on my back. She was clearly not like most of the women I’d had the pleasure of enjoying. She reminded me of me. Rough. Commanding. Controlling. Domineering. Did I say rough? It was her way or the highway. It was odd—and a total turn on—to be on the other side of the game for a change.

For the first time in my life, I allowed a woman to suck my cock before I put my mouth and hands on her. Usually, I planted my mouth over their clit or shoved my tongue in their pussy before they were even undressed. This time I gave her the satisfaction of pleasing me first. It was a nice little change of pace. I was surprised how much I was enjoying being the submissive one, at least for a moment.

With her hands milking my long shaft and her mouth on the head of my cock, she brought me to the edge twice before I pushed her off me and laid her on her back. Enough fucking around… Now it was my turn to show her how the game was really played.

“What are you doing?” she cooed, licking her lips. “I wasn’t done.”

“My turn…” I grinned at her as I leaned over the top of her, shoving two fingers inside her shaved snatch. She moaned and humped my hand as I reached up and gave her nipple a pinch. She quickly brought her hands up to cover her nipples.

“Move your hands,” I said, my fingers in deep to the knuckles.

“No,” she laughed. “You fucking pinched me! That hurt!”

“I’m sorry,” I said, making a pouty face. “Would you like me to lick them and make it all better?”

She clenched her melons and smiled. Her nipples were large and dark, like raspberries. She rolled her fingers over them. “Yes. Suck them.”

My fingers kept sliding in and out. She was juicing like water through a firehose. My entire hand was oily and hot. Her breath was getting heavy. I said, “So you can play rough, but I can’t? Is that your game?”

“Depends on what you mean by rough,” she said, her eyes fluttering as she approached her first orgasm of the night.

I brought my lips gently to her nipple and swirled my tongue around. “My idea of playing rough is giving you a pleasure and pain experience that ends in the best orgasm of your life.”

“The best orgasm of my life?” she said, giggling. “I’ve had… some… pretty… good ones… in fact….” She arched her back as the orgasm started to ripple through her. I quickly pulled my hand from her cunt. She looked at me and frowned. “Hey, I was about to cum!”

“I’ll make you cum,” I said. “Like you’ve never cum before. But it has to be my way.”

She stared at me for a moment, then a smile crept across her lips. “You’re a kinky boy, aren’t you, Bob?”

“I am,” I said, sliding my fingers back inside her. “The question is, Kristen with a K...” My fingers slid into the knuckle. I curled my fingers and found her G-spot. Her body immediately went tense. “Are you a kinky girl?”

“Oh, yes…” she hissed, eyes closed, hands squeezing her own nipples so hard they turned purple. “I am a very kinky girl…”

“So, we play by my rules?”

She smiled as she gushed hot juices all over my hand.

She squeezed her tits and moaned as the orgasm shuddered through her. “Yes… let’s play… Chad…”

I vaguely heard her say my real name, but thought nothing of it. I was too busy working my way down her stomach to replace my fingers with my tongue.

The fact that she knew who I was didn’t slow me down.

To the contrary, it just made it better for me.

The Chad Walters legend lives on, baby.