CHAPTER 14
I hesitate before sending Jenn a Facebook message.
What does she think of me?
I’m so embarrassed!
Okay, Kim, I tell myself. Just do this. Get it over with.
Me: Jenn, do you hate me?
I wait for a few minutes, but there’s no reply.
I sigh. No reply doesn’t mean anything. She might not even be at a computer or her cell phone or whatever she uses to get to the Internet.
That’s when my phone rings. Not the cell phone Michael gave me; my home phone. The landline. Another heavy sigh escapes me. I’m not in the mood for another job rejection, and I’m tempted to let the machine take it. But in the end, I give in.
“Hello?”
“I couldn’t resist finding out if you got home safely.” The voice is deep and oddly familiar.
“Umm… who is this?”
“Oh, Kim, you wound me straight to the heart.” I chew my bottom lip, feeling a little freaked out now, and the man laughs. “It’s Scott. We met at the diner in Brooklyn the other day. Remember?”
“Oh, hi. Of course I remember.” I slap a hand to my forehead. He actually called me!
“I’m happy to hear your voice. I was concerned about you.”
I’m taken aback as I remember how breathtakingly beautiful this guy is. “I told you I was okay to drive. But… umm… thanks.”
“Don’t mention it. Hey, would you like to get together for a drink sometime or, maybe, dinner? Tomorrow night? If you’re available?”
I nearly drop the phone. Adonis is asking me out on a date? I’m dumbfounded, and even more so when I hear what my mouth says next. “Dinner tomorrow sounds great, Scott. I’d love to.”
Who am I?
What is happening?
Let me think. My head is spinning. Let’s see. I’m a blossoming exhibitionist who gets paid to let people watch me have sex. With a glorious godlike man, no less. I’m coming into my own, maybe. I’m more confident, maybe. In fact, maybe I even deserve this sudden wealth of riches.
Yes, I do deserve this. Haven’t I had enough of the bad? It’s time for a little, or even a lot, of good to come my way. I have to start enjoying this.
“That’s great. I’ll pick you up at seven, okay?”
I hear real excitement in his voice, and it makes me smile. He asks for my address, and I give it to him. “See you tomorrow at seven.”
As I disconnect the call, my laptop pings. I have a Facebook message! I start to scurry over and then Michael’s cell phone rings.
Ah, too much is going on all at once. I don’t have a second to process anything. I stop my scurrying to the computer and dash off in the other direction to retrieve the cell phone.
“Hello.” Why am I always a little breathless when I answer his call?
“I have a surprise for you. You’re going to love this one,” Michael says in that dark, roguish voice of his and my knees weaken.
I fall back onto the couch and try to catch my breath. “A surprise?”
“Yes,” he chuckles. Does he know what he does to me? “I have a beach scene lined up for us. Out in the open. Some loser wants to watch you giving me head.”
“Umm… really?” I’m a dork. Why can’t I banter with Michael? “Uh, wait. Out in the open? Won’t we get arrested or something?”
“Kim, do you have a history of questioning your employers? I know what I’m doing. Do not question me. Meet me at the entrance to the boardwalk in Long Beach corner of West Broadway and Magnolia Boulevard. Do you know where that is?”
“Yeah… yes, of course.” The reprimand stings so I say nothing further.
“Good. I’ll see you there at three p.m. today. Wear something that I can pull your tits out of easily. You’ll be dressed, but we’re putting on a show. Understand?”
“Yes, I understand.” A delicious chill tickles my spine. If there was any remaining doubt, it’s gone now. I’m an exhibitionist.
Michael disconnects the call, and I stand in the middle of the living room for a moment. What was I doing? My computer pings again, reminding me that I have a Facebook message. I head that way to find that I have several, all from Jenn.
Her: Do I hate you, Pond? Are you crazy!? That was one of the best fucking nights of my life!
Her: Holy shit!
Her: You get to fuck him all the time?
Her: Damn!
Her: BTW… he is so into you!
I laugh in relief as I read Jenn’s messages, but the last one throws me for a loop.
My fingers fly across my keyboard: He is NOT into me!
Her: Yes, he is! I saw the way he was looking at you, girl.
Me: That’s crazy. He’s just acting. We’re putting on a show, you know.
Her: Say what you want, Pond. He’s hot for you. Do you know how much he charged me? He made me promise not to tell you, but I can’t help it, girl!
Me: No, I don’t know what he charges any of the voyeurs. But if you shouldn’t tell me…
Even as I hit the enter key, I know I’m just kidding myself. Of course, I want her to tell me. I’m dying of curiosity. Especially now that she’s brought it up. And that he wanted it kept from me.
Her: Oh, girl, you should know. He charged me nothing. Nothing! Now, do you still think he’s not hot for you? Laterz!
“That’s crazy,” I say out loud and stare at the screen.
Noticing the time, I realize it almost time to get ready to meet him, and my stomach jumps in eager anticipation.
***
Michael is wearing white swim trunks that look spectacular against his lean, tanned body, and I’m wearing a tank top, no bra. Talk about easy access! It’s a picture perfect warm early July afternoon, and I stand nervously with Michael underneath the boardwalk, waiting for the curtain to rise.
Michael takes hold of my hands and shakes them to loosen me up. “Relax, Kim. The voyeur can see us, but we’re well hidden. Everything is going to be fine.”
I offer him a shaky smile. “If he can see us so can others. We’re going to attract a crowd.”
A decidedly devilish smile spreads across his face, and he nods. “It’s just too bad I won’t be able to charge them.”
I stare at him for a moment then laugh. “Oh my god, you’re terrible!” But I’m relaxed now and eager to start.
“There he is. The guy spreading out the green blanket a few feet away.” Michael tilts his head toward him, and I look. “See him?” I nod, and he continues. “Let me lead. Don’t try to steal the show this time. Just work your magic on my cock. Understand?”
I nod again as I glance at the voyeur. He’s the only one up on the sand this close to the boardwalk with his back to the ocean. Nah, not conspicuous at all. I start to giggle, and Michael places a finger under my chin to bring my eyes to his.
“No giggling, Kim. It’s just you and me here, remember? You give head like a fucking pro, and I can’t wait for your lips to wrap around my cock.” He’s talking in a raspy whisper, getting himself worked up, and it’s doing the job for me too. I nod and lick my lips, eliciting a low growl from him. “You’re a she-devil. It’s time to start.”
We’re standing in profile to the voyeur so he has a clear view of the action as Michael places a hand on my head and gently pushes me to my knees. I offer no resistance, staring up into his eyes as I’m put into position. We’re not in the sun, and the sand is cool on my skin. I settle in and wait expectantly.
“Take it out, Kim. Fuck, I need you to touch my cock.” That’s my cue, and I don’t hesitate. With what I hope is a seductive smile on my face, I slowly tease a couple of fingers into the waistband of his trunks until I have his semi-hard cock in my hand. It’s warm and pulsing to life as I expose it to the air. Michael groans and his hands are in my tank top, roughly pulling out my breasts. I glance at the voyeur, and our eyes meet for a moment. Then Michael is pinching both my nipples hard, and I throw my head back, wanting to scream.
Gasping as his touch sends waves of pleasure straight to my clit, I bend my head and slowly lick the underside. He’s instantly hard, and I take him fully into my mouth. I work him long and slow, deep-throating him as my tongue swirls around his hardness. He’s breathing hard now, playing with my tits, squeezing, pulling, tugging, pinching and my head bobs up and down on his cock in response.
I’m holding onto the base with one hand and take his balls with the other, squeezing gently. He half groans half growls his pleasure, and he again pinches my nipples hard, the way we both like it. I glance again at the voyeur to find him staring with lips parted. I watch him watching me as I swallow as many inches as I can before pulling back until all but the head is exposed.
A sound above us startles me, and I freeze until I realize it’s just people walking on the boardwalk. I smile around Michael’s cock. If only they knew what was going on right beneath their feet.
“That’s it, Kim. Oh, fuck, you’re so fucking good,” Michael says to encourage me, and I fully bend to the task again, giving his balls an extra tweak. I’m rewarded with an “oh fuck” between gritted teeth.
I look toward the voyeur again as I hear a surprised exclamation. We’re starting to draw a crowd as I knew we would; three men and a couple of girls. They all look college age and I image they’ve either seen or done worse than what they’re watching now. Even so I involuntarily gulp, and Michael groans again.
“They’re watching you, Kim, because you’re so fucking good,” Michael breathes in a rasp. “So… fucking… good.” I’m heartened and start pumping him in and out of my mouth faster. “No, slow down. Fuck, use your hands, or I’ll come too fast.” He pinches my nipple hard with one hand and with the other pushes my head gently from his cock. I work him over, slowly, teasingly, with my hands. “Fuck… yeah… that’s it… that’s it.”
We’re both sweating, and I’m glad for the shade of the boardwalk but can’t help wondering what it would be like to be doing this right out in the open. I look to our little audience and arch my back, jutting my tits out for Michael’s pleasure. He doesn’t disappoint and returns both hands to his careful ministrations. Every touch of his sends glorious waves of bliss through me, and I take the tip of his head back into my mouth, groaning and sucking while my hands continue to explore every inch of his hard rod.
I tear my eyes from the voyeurs to look up into Michael’s face. His eyes are closed and he’s in the throes of passion so I’m not sure if he knows just how boisterous the college kids have gotten. It’s starting to get noisy with their conversation and exclamations. “Michael…?” I breathe around his cock.
“I know, Kim. Time to finish up,” he grunts. “Clasp your hands behind your back for me. I’m going to fuck your mouth now.” I do as he says, and he gives my nipples one more hard pinch each. Grabbing both sides of my head in his hands, he starts pounding my mouth and throat with his cock. His thrusts are stunning, and I can’t breathe, so I just do my best, relaxing my mouth and body and let him work me over to his satisfaction.
He crushes my head to him and goes taut, and I’m swallowing and swallowing to shouts of, “Hey, there! What’s going on there!”
It’s a beach patrol, and I try to pull away from Michael, but he doesn’t let me. “Hold on, Kim, hold on,” he grunts. “Almost done… fuck… god…” He growls out a stifled roar of completion and releases my head. He quickly stuffs himself back into his shorts, grabs me by the hand, and pulls me up. We start running like hell hounds are at our heels.
Beach patrol gives half-hearted chase, and I have no time to adjust my tank top to cover my breasts. I start laughing breathlessly, my tits bouncing merrily, as Michael drags me along the street and away from the beach. Once we’re in the clear, the patrol gives up, and we stop running. We look at each other and burst out laughing. I’m laughing so hard I can’t catch my breath and tears spring to my eyes.
I can tell that Michael’s laughter is genuine, and we share this moment, standing on a busy street in Long Beach, as he cups my still very visible breasts in his hands, rubbing his thumbs over the nipples and bringing them back to firm, painful buds. “That was fun, wasn’t it?” he asks, a wide smile creasing his face.
People can see us, they’re looking, and I just don’t care. I revel in it and smile up into his eyes. “That was crazy,” I laugh. He continues to smile, gives my nipples one final pinch and then adjusts them back inside my tank top. Looking around at the new batch of onlookers, he smiles at them, grabs my hand, and leads me away.
If I’m not very careful, I’m going to fall for him.
We’re holding hands and walking down the streets of Long Beach like any other regular couple. I’m still on a high from the scene and then being chased, so I don’t question it. I just enjoy it.
“It’s still early. Would you like to grab a bite to eat?” Michael asks.
I look up at him, surprised that he’s trying to continue our contact. I find him smiling, and I smile in return. “That’d be nice,” I say.
He nods and leads me to the nearby George Martin’s restaurant. We opt for an outdoor table, and once seated, quietly examine the menu.
I decide on grilled chicken over salad greens. I’m with the boss so healthy eating is the wise move. We put down our menus at the same time and begin talking over each other. We smile and Michael motions for me to go first.
“It’s funny that you chose Long Beach for that scene. I live here.”
He looks up at me, and his face brightens with enthusiasm. “Really? Then you must love the beach.”
I nod. “Yes, and I even love it offseason too. This is a great town. I would have hated to move.” I pick up my glass of water and salute him. “I paid my overdue rent the other day thanks to you.”
He nods. “I love the beach too. In the warm months, I try to stay out of the gym as much as possible and opt for running along the beach or swimming in the ocean.”
“Oh? Do you live here too?”
He shakes his head. “I have a couple of rentals here, so I’m in the area a lot.”
“So, you’re into real estate?”
Inwardly, I’m giddy with excitement. Here I am at a restaurant, having a normal conversation with someone I might like a little more than I should. I’m crushing hard. I feel like a teenager.
“Nah, not really.” He chuckles. “A little maybe. You know what you want to eat?”
“Yes, I’m going to have a salad,” I announce proudly, and his smile falters a little.
“You can have anything you want, Kim. Don’t worry about it,” he says in a soft tone, softer I think than I’ve ever heard coming from him.
“No, I want a salad, really,” I tell him.
He nods, and we fall to silence for a moment.
The next thing he says stuns me. It’s a question I didn’t expect at all. “Are you dating? Because I’d prefer it if you didn’t while you’re working for me. Would that be a deal breaker for you?”
I just stare at him. What is he trying to say? I can’t tell a thing from his closed off expression. “Did you make the other girls stop dating while they worked for you?”
I have to admit, I’ve been curious about the ones that came before me.
He looks thoughtful before lifting a shoulder in a half shrug. “Careful what you ask, Kim. You might not want to know the answer.”
It’s an ominous statement, but I shrug in return. “Tell me?”
He sighs. “The two girls that came right before you were beautiful, gorgeous, stunning,” he begins, and I start to think that he’s right; I don’t want to know the answer. “They were like supermodels. I think one of them worked for Victoria’s Secret.” He looks at me and a small smile creeps onto his face. “But both of them were flat-chested. I mean nothing. Like boys. Nothing for me to grab onto.”
His smile widens, and I realize he’s teasing me.
“You’re so evil!”
He bobs his eyebrows in agreement. “So, are you dating anyone?”
The waitress arrives to take our orders, so I don’t have a chance to answer him. She has perfect timing. I don’t want to even inadvertently mention that I have a date with Adonis tomorrow night.
To my surprise, Michael orders a hamburger with all the fixings, including French fries.
“You’re going to have to run for miles and miles to work that off,” I say with a smile.
He chuckles. “I think I’m in good enough shape to indulge every once in a while.” I nod in agreement. He does have a spectacular body. “But it’s true. I’ll run this evening simply for the sheer love of it.”
Our food arrives, and we both dive in. Digging my fork into a piece of grilled chicken, I glance up at Michael to find him watching me. Caught, he motions to my plate. “How is your salad?”
“It’s delicious,” I say. “And how’s your burger?”
“Very good.” He pauses, looking down at his food. “You’re so gorgeous.” He breathes in deeply and lets it out in a slow whoosh. “A true exhibitionist. You’re loving it, aren’t you?” I nod, heat rising to my cheeks. “And you’re still turned on from giving me head earlier? You didn’t get a chance for release the way I did. Maybe your panties are even still damp?”
I slap his hand. “Stop it. You really are a devil.”
His smile widens, but it’s that predatory stalking smile that he usually reserves for bedroom scenes.
“Admit it,” he croons. “You’re flush with the need to orgasm. Tell me.”
Oh, god, he is so right. I’d love nothing more than for him to crawl under the table, get between my legs, and suck on me the way I sucked on him at the beach. Do I dare tell him? He doesn’t give me the chance.
“Too late,” he says. “If you’d admitted to it, maybe we’d have done something about it. Now, I have a different idea.”
“What’s that?” I ask in an unsteady voice, a little worried and a lot turned on.
“Don’t have sex or touch yourself until after our next time together.” He makes a low rumbling sound in this throat. “Knowing that you’ll be staying in a heightened sense of need for a day or two is so fucking erotic.”
Then he crooks a finger at me, and I lean in over the table, and he does the same. I think he’s going to say something even worse that shouldn’t be overheard, but instead, he captures my lips with his, kissing me long and hard.
I’m made breathless, and my juices flow, soaking my panties. I want him.
“You’re an evil man, Michael,” I half whisper, not trusting my voice, as he sits back, ending the kiss.
He nods, a wicked grin on his face, as he pulls out his wallet and drops a few bills onto the table. “Come on, I’ll see you home.”
I live only a few blocks away, and Michael holds my hand right up to the door of my apartment. I turn to him, expecting and hoping for another kiss, but instead, his free hand dips into my tank top and he caresses my breasts.
“I’ll call you,” he says and walks away.
I’m left standing on my stoop, horny and happy.
No walk of shame for me this time.