Elle was still standing at the bedroom door of the guest room as her mind continued to wander. Every detail from that night with Jake was clearly visible in her consciousness. When he took control of her body outside at the gate, it had opened a Pandora's box of memories, emotions, taboos and sexual pleasures. No wonder she kept having the same dream of being fucked senseless!
After agreeing that they would be 'one on one' it began in earnest and she soon realized that it was that skin-to-skin contact with no condom hampering him that made him fuck her to the point she nearly passed out from exhaustion. He stole one pleasure after another until her body felt insanely abused. He took her again and again, sampling the many pleasures she could physically offer, pussy, ass, mouth; pain intermingled with pleasure. His sexual appetite was endless! No wonder he needed to fuck so many women. On top of that, he liked his sex rough.
As if she had become his plaything, she easily met with his approval and demands which kept him aroused. When it was over and he finally left to begin his day at the precinct, daylight was breaking.
The entire day after, she couldn't stop the onslaught of sexual memories. She thought he might ring her, but he didn't, nor did he call the following day leaving her to believe that he had got what he wanted and had simply kicked her to the curb. That thought diminished her. She was glad she had the art exhibition in Los Angeles to distract her and that she would be flying out the following day. Forty-eight hours after their tryst at the gate, she was on a plane to Los Angeles, relieved to put distance between the two of them, berating herself the whole time for having put herself in a position of being his one and only, yet forced to face the stark reality that she was nothing more than an easy lay; another one of his long line of sluts.
It was the second to last day of her week in Los Angeles that she received an unexpected call from him on her cell phone, a number she hadn't given him. It should have felt creepy, but hearing his deep voice, it boomeranged and suddenly she could nearly feel his hands sliding over her ass and gripping it brutally hard as she sat on top of him frantically pumping his dick in and out of her. When he cried out in ecstasy as he was coming, the pitch was like a melancholic wail and as she gazed down at him she felt like she was witnessing something in his being that was quite vulnerable.
Hearing his voice had made her insides flutter.
Why haven't you answered my calls, he harshly interrogated, sounding quite irritated. So, he had called, she thought. She told him she was out of town on business. When he found out she was in Los Angeles he became quite irate that she hadn't told him which resulted in a nasty shouting match until she simply hung up on him. He called back repeatedly but she wouldn't pick up. He left several angry and demanding messages. The following day he called again, his demeanor calm and composed, sexy even.
"Elle, I'm sorry for getting so angry. Please don't be mad...I just...I need to see you," his sex-laden voice was desperate. "I need to feel you...I need to touch you! Please call me back and let me know when you're coming home. I'll be waiting to hear from you, cher."
Even though everything about him was infiltrating her being, she didn't return his call, she couldn't. Her mind was jumbled. Between his angry outbursts and his sweet-talking charm she didn't know if she was coming or going! And then there was the fact that he had used his position and contacts as a police detective to track her down and she couldn't help but feel like he was stalking her. She called Lacy for perspective, although she withheld all of the embarrassing sexual details.
When Lacy told her to report him to the police, she was too ashamed to tell her he was the police!
Elle pulled her robe tight across her body. Last night when she got home there were over fifteen messages from him on her landline answering machine, some saying how much he had enjoyed her and needed to see her again, others demanding that she call him. Listening to their overall content made her suspicious. Why had he waited two whole days before making the effort to contact her? What was his game?
"Seriously, Elle," Lacy sat up in bed, her voice pulling Elle back to real time. "Why are you just standing there, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," she lied. "You were sleeping so peaceful I was debating if I should wake you..."
"What time did we go to bed?"
"A little after four..."
"And you're up bright-eyed and bushy-tailed?"
"It's a party town, sleep is overrated! Come on, let's get dressed. Beignets and café au lait are just steps away. Can't you smell them?"
Lacy flipped the covers from her body and extended her legs out until her feet were planted firmly on the floor. She dragged into an upright position.
"Okay, but only on the condition that you dish on what's up with you...?"
As she looked up at her, Elle twisted her lips.
"Forget it then," Lacy huffed indifferently and plopped back onto the bed. "I can get beignets and coffee any time!"
"Okay! But it's complicated..." she frowned.
"Complicated? And when isn't it with you?" she smiled and got out of bed.
* * * * * * * *
At Café du Monde, two café-au-laits and two orders of beignets later, the two thirty-something women were engrossed in their private conversation. Elle gave her an abridged version interspersed with a few sordid details that included how Jake had fucked her outside at the gate leading into the courtyard. Lacy appeared to lap up the juicy details of Elle's love life like a thirsty dog on a summer day.
"So let me get this right, you let the player play you?"
"Don't make it sound like I'm debased, you've done way worse!"
Lacy laughed.
"We all know I'm a different story! I just didn't think you had it in you to let go like that...?"
Elle's eyes fell blank. There were a lot of things Lacy didn't know about her, degrading and humiliating things that she had spent her life trying to bury.
"So how attracted are you to this player slash stalker?"
Elle sucked her teeth and tilted her head to the side and gazed deep into her friend's eyes.
"Oh shit, please don't tell me you're falling for this guy?" Lacy perked in her seat. "Elle...? She dragged out her name. "He's someone you have fun with, you don't get hung up on these types, it's against the rules!"
"I'm not hung up!" she defended.
"Bullshit! He's got you strung out! That must have been some damned good pipe he laid on you!"
Elle smiled coquettishly. She got that right!
"Come on, let's get out of here!" Elle said scooting her chair back.
Both women rose and dusted the customary powdered sugar from their clothes. They stepped out onto Decatur Street which was fairly quiet; still too early for the avalanche of tourists and the merry-making that had saturated the balmy air and anchored it to the cobblestone streets throughout the wee hours of the morning.
Lacy was actually happy to finally be in NOLA with her girl, but as she walked alongside her, she couldn't help but sense that something dark was going on inside of her, something more than fucking around with a player and falling for him.
As they waited for a car to pass, they jaywalked across the street just as the unmarked police car made a quick u-turn with a quick flip of its siren and police lights flashing on the front grill of the car. Both women turned around.
Lacy watched a plain clothes officer in a pair of slacks and a dress, long-sleeved shirt with a shoulder holster housing what appeared to be a large caliber gun as he stepped out of the vehicle. His partner also exited and waited at the passenger door. Standing at the front of the car, the officer motioned the women toward him as if they were in trouble.
"Oh fuck," Lacy murmured under her breath. "Tell me this isn't happening!"
"It's not," Elle deadpanned, a defiant stare taking hold of her face. Elle slid her arm into Lacy's and walked towards the awaiting officer.
With the women now standing but a few feet in front of him, Lacy couldn't help but notice how absolutely drop-dead gorgeous he was as the man's piercing blue eyes went from one woman to the other. As Lacy looked at his partner across the car, as buffed as the one standing in front of her, she shook her head. This was obvious grandstanding, plain and simple!
