I have been sitting in this stupid jail cell for a total of nine hours when one of the officers suddenly taps on the cell door. “Mont, you made bail,” he says, and I sit up and rub my eyes slightly. I had started to doze off, finally accepting the fact that I would be spending a few nights in jail until I could get a hold of my lawyer to get her to help me unlock my funds.

“I made bail?” I stand, confused, “Who paid my bail?”

Suddenly Éclair is rounding the corner, and I feel a tremendous amount of relief to see a familiar face. She smiles at me, “Well, look at you,” she teases, “A regular old jailbird.”

“Shut the hell up,” I say as the door to my cell is opened.

As it turns out, Éclair had heard about me being arrested. Of course, it had made the news, and I was being branded as a vengeful prick by the media. Éclair, thankfully, had tried calling me. She had contacted Lillian and the two of them had figured out that I was still in the jail. Éclair had set Lillian off to try to get my money, and she had come to my rescue –paying for my bail.

We wind up standing out in front of the police station, and I don’t really know what to say to her exactly. I manage to say thank you, but now I don’t know what to do. “Lillian says they won’t let me in ta the hospital to see Eddie.” I can hear the sadness in my own voice, so I know that Éclair is picking up on it. Little things like that do not go unnoticed by her. “She says she’s working on it, but right now I can’t go see him. What if something happens to him while all this is going on?”

“Lillian will get this worked out quick,” Éclair says reassuringly, “you’ll see. In the meantime, why don’t you come back to my place? I’ll make you some of my special tea, and we can rent a movie or something.”

Rent a movie? I’m not really sure how to respond to that. Éclair is not a rent a movie type. She’s a come over and fuck me type. I go for it anyways, and she has her personal driver take us out to her home in the suburbs. As always, I’m a bit taken back by the pink and silver décor that makes up her home.

We wind up seated on her couch watching a movie while her tea is brewing. I have to admit; she makes some really good tea. We’re about halfway through the movie, and I’m about halfway through with my second cup of tea, when Éclair puts her hand on my knee. She leans closer to me, and I flinch. There is something bothering me, and I can’t help but to put it out there. “Did you have anything to do with what happened to Eddie?”

She looks really pissed off. She removes her hand and crosses her arms. “You don’t seriously think I would hurt your brother, do you?”

“Come on, Éclair, you can’t blame me for being suspicious.” I say, “You have been trying to get me to sell my company for years. You and Eddie have never gotten along. How do I know you didn’t poison my supplements and then Eddie found out about it and you hired some muscle to-”

She slaps the shit out of me. I probably deserved that. She stands, “You and I have been friends for years. I just paid your fucking bail! Eddie and I may have had our differences, but I would never hurt him! Fuck you, James!”

I remain seated. I just look down at my lap. “I’m sorry.” I say. “I just don’t know what to think right now.”

“You need to relax,” she says, and I can sense the slight erotic tone in her voice. I’ve always been powerless when it comes to Éclair. She leans forward and puts her hands around my neck. Her lips crash into mine, and she pulls me forward slightly so that I am sitting on the edge of the couch. “Come with me,” she says, and I don’t resist. We wind up in her bedroom, and she slams the door behind me. Éclair, always the little power house, pushed be back into the door and pins me there. She leans into me, and I can feel her warm breath on my ear. “How do you want it?” she asks, and I shudder slightly. Éclair is not the asking type; she’s the do-what-I-want-when-I-want type. It catches me off guard so much to the point that I don’t even have a response. “Fine,” she says when I don’t respond fast enough, “I know what you like.” She drops down to her knees and pulls my cock out of my pants, not wasting any time to get her mouth wrapped around it.

I feel myself sinking back into the door, and I grip the doorframe to keep myself upright. She’s right; she knows exactly the sort of things I like. That’s the thing about Éclair –she and I have been at this sort of thing for a while now, so we know what to do to turn each other on. She pulls away from me and stand up suddenly. She releases me and steps toward the bed, dropping every bit of clothing to the floor and suddenly leaning over on the bed, her feet on the floor.

I follow her and pull my band and drawers down around my knees. I come up behind her and press myself into her, and I make her groan loudly. She really does know what I like. “James, you really turn me on,” she mumbles, her voice slightly muffles as her face gets somewhat shoved down into the mattress. I reach out and grab her by her hair, pulling her head back slightly. She turns her head to the side so that she can look back at me slightly.

I’m not stupid. I know what she is doing. She’s never so talkative or so willing to please me. This is just some damn pity sex to try to make me feel better about how my entire life is going to shit. “Just shut up,” I tell her, “and let me just fuck you.” I cum inside her, and then I just pull away and don’t take any time distancing myself. I did it again. Éclair has always been a weakness of mine. What about Sylvia? “I got to go,” I snap and clean myself up on her nice, satin sheets.

“James,” she starts to argue with me, but I’m done. I leave her standing there in her bedroom, probably confused as hell, and I hurry out the door.