Dee Dee's boss stakes his claim on her as she pays for her sins. See Chapters 11 and 12 for background. Votes and feedback are very much appreciated.
"So, what did ya' think of Benjie?" asked my new roommate, Claudia, as we sat in the breakfast nook having coffee and rolls.
"Hmmm?" I inquired dreamily, as I scanned the entertainment section of the morning paper. "Oh! Your brother? He's a very sweet young man, like you said."
"It sure sounded like you approved of him this morning at about 5," she grinned, devilishly. "I've never heard anyone scream so loud during a climax!"
"You were listening!" I accused, not telling her that I'd spied on
them
while they'd fucked incestuously a few hours before that in her room.
"Hey! Why is it a problem!" she said. "Ya' didn't seem to mind our threesome last night! An' I saw you sneakin' a peek at us in my room after. Ya' know what they say about West Virginians...'everything's relative!'"
I hadn't minded our threesome at all, and was surprised that she was so at ease with her taboo relationship with Benjie. For me, the whole evening – fuelled by the drug, Ecstasy – had been fantastic. Though I'd been hurt when Jack had rebuffed me after dinner and gone home early, I'd happily used Claudia and her twin brother as substitutes to scratch my sexual itch until at least midnight. And I
was
flattered...and very satisfied...that Benjie had made a surprise visit to my bed – alone – before he'd left at dawn to catch a plane.
But I still hungered for Jack's love, and was hopeful that he'd drop by later today, as he'd said, to wrap up the remodel project. The work crew – Rogelio, Mario and Pedro – were already putting finishing touches on the backyard gazebo and hot tub they'd built. Sergei, the Russian foreman, and Billy, my young neighbor, helper – and sometime lover – were going to be at the lumber mill most of the day, supervising the finishing of wainscoting that would decorate the old walls in the dining room. Installing that would mark the end of the project.
And I was looking forward to a day of relaxation, that is, until the phone rang. It was my boss, Dr. Neil McCarthy, whom I hadn't seen since Thursday night, after my successful membership audition at his sex club. "Dee, apologies for calling on Saturday, but would you mind dropping by the office later this morning?" he asked. "There are a few things we need to discuss about your new Club membership."
"Sure," I said. "I need to dress and all, but...how 'bout noon?" I asked, to which he agreed.
I hung up, smiling to myself. He couldn't wait 'til Monday, I thought privately, the day he'd said we'd have lunch. I wonder if he's gotten back his courage, after refusing my invitation to come in and "talk" late Thursday night when he'd dropped me off. Claudia noticed my ruminating grin.
"Why the smirk?" she asked.
"Oh, noth-thinnng," I said, trying to hide my glee while cleaning the table and putting the dishes in the washer. "Have to go to the office. Shouldn't be too long, 'cause Jack said he's coming by later."
"Well, I'm gonna get some sun," she said, as I trotted up the stairs to shower, which took just a few minutes.
Making myself up and dressing took longer. I chose a pink stretch lace dress made of nylon and spandex. It had a wide, deep V-supported bust which showed some bare breast cleavage. Otherwise, it covered my shoulders, had a high back and short sleeves, and rutching under the bosom, which hugged my middle and accentuated my tits. The lacy skirt portion fell a ways below my waist, stopping just above the knee, and had a scalloped lace hem. Except for the sleeves and six inches above the hem, it was fully lined. If it hadn't been, it would've looked like I was wearing some version of a pretty, very revealing fishnet. I didn't need a bra with the dress's supported bust. And I decided – calculatingly – against panties, as well as stockings, preferring instead to let my olive thighs tempt my boss's eyes through the lower part of the skirt, and contrast with the overall light pink color. To match, I wore flat, pink, Roman-type sandals that laced up past my ankles to my calves.
Dark brown brows and eyelashes, a graduated blend of sparkly maroon-to-pink color on my upper lids, and pink lip gloss completed the makeup picture. You're an innocent looking Italian girl, Deirdre, I told myself, quite aware of being the opposite. I remembered the dirty, carnal promises I'd made to Dr. Neil – in the throes of our passion – the week before when we'd coupled on one of his office dental chairs.
One last stop in the bathroom to pee and I'd be off. As I finished, I glanced through the window down to the backyard where Claudia had just crossed to lie on the chaise. The three Latino workmen had stopped hammering nails and, nudging one another, were watching the girl's pale, outrageously curvy body stroll past and recline on the sun chair. She was wearing a bright red tank top, cropped perhaps two inches below her bust line, and a pair of white, hip-hugger short shorts that showed the deep gluteal dimples above her ass. Her nipples stood out prominently, indicating – as always – that she was minus a bra. The conservative housemother in me caused me to open the window and call to her: "Claudia! Could you come up here, please? I need you for a moment." She looked up, shrugged, and traipsed across the yard to the backdoor to come upstairs as the workmen made obscene, hip-thrusting gestures with their bodies in her absence.
"Honey. Do us both a favor and put on a bra," I said. "These guys aren't used to seeing such...," I tried to put it politely, "...a woman with such a beautiful, tantalizing body."
"Okay, Dee Dee," she said, seemingly oblivious to her looks.
As she went to her room, I heard a ruckus in the yard and turned again to the bathroom window. Billy had left his black Great Dane, Thor, behind and the dog had mounted a neighborhood Labrador Retriever, apparently in heat. The smaller dog was yipping its joy as Thor's hind quarters humped away rapidly, and the workers were laughing and egging them on with cries of "
Arriba, pero negro!
"
and other such things in Spanish.
I wasn't about to let Claudia go down there alone while
that
was going on, so I called, "Claudia, when you're decent, come help me in the backyard!" I bounded down the stairs and threw open the backdoor to grab the hose...the only thing I'd heard that might work to disrupt dogs locked in amorous passion. I squirted water at them feebly, and Claudia finally joined me, looking on helplessly...yet fascinated by the sight. The eldest of the men – Rogelio, I think – saw my distaste and attempted to separate the two beasts by hand, but was met with growls and snaps of Thor's toothy jaw. He looked back at me, shrugging, and I turned, beaten, to shut off the water. By this time Thor had thrown a leg over his rampant penis and the dogs were facing in opposite directions, linked only by the Great Dane's massive red cock, the knot of which had swollen to the size of a tennis ball. "Well," I said to Claudia, "I'm going inside, and I suggest you do too...for a while, anyway, until they finish." Claudia followed me dutifully into the kitchen – watching through the window – until nature took its course.
One can learn so
much
