Fantom Touch

Chapter 6

She's resting unconscious in my bed now. I cleaned the blood from her face and changed her into one of my favorite pajamas, one that I almost never use. Her clothes were all dirty with blood. I know this damage. I've seen it, hell, I've dealt it. This is what happens with the host when their ghost is exorcized by force. What is happening, Joss? If you came to me because you knew I knew what this was... this might me bad. Real bad.
I look at her handsome face. She looks in pain. Her pupils move erratically under her eyelids and sometimes she flinches and moans. I try to dry her sweat to the best of my abilities, but there's more coming out. I fear she might dehydrate to death. Dad could have put some intravenous serum, but I don't know how to do any of that. I'd call Max, but he's an exorcist. I don't want him hurting Joss.
I sleep next to Joss and I wake up all night to care for her. I feel like a zombie by the time the sun rises and she opens her eyes.
"Joss!" I grab her cheeks. "Are you ok? What is happening?"
"Cass..." She smiles with sadness in her eyes. "I-I'm sorry..." she covers her eyes and sobs.
"Sorry for what? What did you do?" I know very well, but I hope I hear other explanation.
"I... I'm a..."
"A ghost... yeah, I figured." Fuck.
She nods.
"Since when?"
"Ten years..."
"What?!" I'm baffled. "T-that's since..."
"Your mom died..." She sobs some more and turns her back in me. She's curled up.
"But why? How?"
"You were devastated and you always talked about ghosts and stuff..." She's trembling, "I though I could find her for you if I was a ghost too... You did tell me about ghost not being dead people, but I was desperate..."
"Joss..." I lay down and spoon her. "That sounds like you, yeah..." I pet her hair. "But how?"
"The books in your library." She speaks softly. "It took me a few months to be able to be conscious in my dreams to ghost out and it took me a year more to be able to control it." A year to become a joker... This girl, honestly.
"Sweetie... You didn't have to do all of that."
"Why wouldn't I. I was tired of seeing you suffering, Cass. You were... you are my only friend." She holds my hands in front of her chest. "If there was even a slight possibility to give you back your mom, I sure as hell was gonna try."
"I love you, Joss. I really do, with all my heart, but that was dangerous and stupid. Look what happened. Why did you kept ghosting out after all of this years?"
"I-It's fun... It's freeing." She uses my hands to hide her face in them. "I was always able to run from exorcists, but this time was different..."
"How so?"
"I fell into their trap and an old man with a choir of kids exorcized me..."
"Norman Baptiste..." The head of the west coast council. "Goddamnit, Joss. He could have killed you!"
"He tried, but I always have a failsafe..."
"Elaborate."
"My ghostly power is to separate my spirit in as many parts as I want. So I always keep a piece of me at home."
"You were stupid, Joss. You know that, right? After all I've told you about ghosts..."
"I know, I know!" She flips down and hides her face in the pillow. "But I couldn't let them..." She stops herself.
"Let whom do what?"
"Nothing... I'm tired and hungry... I don't know what I'm saying."
"Joss..." I won't fall for that.
"Really!" Now she sits down. "Can we go get something to eat?" She fake smiles.
"After this." I squint. "Do they know who you are and where you live?"
"I don't think so, no. I never wear my face as a ghost. I'm not dumb."
"Still, they have trackers..." I immediately think of Joel. "Your house it's not safe now."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"Go home, make a bag, tell your mom I'm in some kind of psychotic break or something and you'll come live here until all of this is resolved." I look her seriously in the eye.
"What? I won't do that." She frowns.
"I'm not asking, Jocelyn." The fuck I am. "This house is protected against everything. So you'll wait here like a good girl and keep that ghost of yours inside. Do I make myself clear?"
"You called me Jocelyn..."
"Yes I did."
"Ok..." She hangs her head. "I'll go grab my shit, then..."
"You do that and I'll wait for you here until you come or I have to go drag you here myself."
"You are scary when you talk like that, you know?"
"Go!"
"Yes!" She jumps out of bed and runs away.
Joss... that damn girl. When we were little I really thought she was in love with me. She always put my happiness over hers, to the point of getting hurt... more than once. I was an extrovert and she was a scaredy-cat introvert, so I adopted her like a shelter kitty. I made sure no one made fun of her anymore but me, in a loving way, obviously, and, since then, she's been glued to me. She's nothing but loyal to a fault. It was just recently when she got out of her shell with all of this skin streamer stuff. Before that, she was quiet, prude and complexed. She hated being tall, lean and having that androgynous face... and now she lives from all of that.
Days pass. Joss finished moving Tuesday. She brought her streaming setup and even helped me call the internet company to grow our data package for her job. She's now my neighbor being that I moved to the main bedroom and she uses now the blue room next to it. We've always called the rooms by their door color. I don't know why mom wanted them all painted differently, but it is what it is.
Wednesday was a surprise for everyone but me, Joel moved in. He could have shoved all of his stuff in his new room, the white room, but he hung his big flat screen in the living room for everyone to enjoy. Max was a bit weary of him at first, but he kinda clicked with him soon. Right now they are screaming at the TV while watching a baseball game. Joss already came to shush them up and went back up to keep streaming. The house feels alive for the first time in a decade, and I love it.
The main bedroom is now mine. Dad stopped sleeping there when mom died and he was injured. So it has been empty for ages. I'm still making it feel mine, even if I don't know what 'me' is. I love music, but that's not a decoration stile, is it? For now I only bought a king size bed, a nice turntable hybrid system to listen to all of my jams and sing over them when I feel like it. Max, annoyed by my constant singing, helped me isolate the room with soundproof foam, so now I can murder someone in here and no one would know about it. It's fair to say I already spent the eight grand for the most part. Vintage records are not cheap, even the most common ones.
It's Friday and I'm excited about it. The guys are arguing about some dumb stuff in the living room, all the guys, even Joss. She showed them a reality show, one of those Survivor types, and the boys hated it, but, somehow, they can't stop watching it. So right now they are making fun of it and everything it stands for while Joss calls them out on them not being able to turn it off. They are fun listen to, but I had to go upstairs to get ready.
After an hour and a half, I go back downstairs to wait for my ride. I'm wearing my Alexander McQueen dress, my only pair of black stilettos, some of my mom's jewelry and the best makeup I could come up with. I tried to mimic what Josh did that day, but I didn't come even close to it. My hair I left natural. I just brushed it, put some shine on it and called it a day. I think it looks better when left alone, honestly.
"Woa-ha-haw!" Joss gasps making the boys notice me too. "Aren't you the classiest skank ever?"
"Hey! The only skank here is you, stupid!" I frown.
"I was until now. Look at you, gurl!" She smirks. "You look like a catalog whore and not a cheap one at all." She claps.
"Shut up..." I can't help but blush and laugh.
"Don't you have something to tell her, pricks?" She looks at the boys. Both of them are doing their best to not look too surprised. I mean, they have never seen me even slightly polished like this.
"Like what?" Joel cocks his head. Ok, maybe he isn't too surprised...
"I..." Joss sighs. "You are really a bundle of joy, huh?"
"I don't think so." Joel looks really puzzled.
"Whatever..." Joss rolls her eyes. "Maximilian? What about you?"
"For the tenth time, my name is not Maximilian..." The almost naked man rubs his forehead. "Whatever..." He sighs and then he looks at me. "That dress looks very expensive, pumpkin. The store's security must have been really bad."
"Shut up, Max!" I fold my arms. "I earned this!"
"Well, let's hope it doesn't give your hood skin a rash." He snorts.
"Oh, fuck you, bozo! You know I look good in this." I nod to myself.
"Sure! Like a chimp in a dress."
Joss smacks Max's head.
"Ouch!" He whines.
"You deserve that for being a dirty liar." Joss squints at him
"I'm not lying, slim!"
"Oh really?" She smirks. "Tell that to your friend down there." She points at his crotch. His missile is almost ready to launch. "The downside of dressing like Tarzan is you can't hide how much of a pervert you are."
"I-I'm not hiding anything!" He frowns at me. "Don't you think this is for you, ok, pumpkin?!"
"Yeah yeah, whatever!" I brush him off. "Gotta go!" I can hear the car outside.
They stay back there shouting at each other, not an uncommon scene, while I exit the house. The Caddy is there with Gordo in the front and Josh waving at me from the backseat. As soon as I enter the car, his smell fills my nostrils. It's woody and fresh. This is how I imagine James Bond smelling. Josh looks at me and sighs.
"I was afraid of this, so I prepared..." He takes a toolbox from behind the front seat.
"Afraid of what?" I'm offended. "I did my best, ok?"
"Yes, I'm well aware of your best." He opens the box. It's filled with makeup related stuff. "This time I'll do it for you again, but I'll teach you how to do it yourself later, ok? We can't keep doing this forever."
"This is not how you get into my good side again..."
"Don't move." He starts wiping my whole make up off. "Gordo, mind the road, ok? I don't want any tremors back here."
"Yes, sir." Gordo answers.
With the help of the car inner lights, Josh does my makeup once again. Then he styles my hair with his fingers, hairpins and a small brush.
"Gordo, did you pack the shoes?" He asks his valet.
"I did, sir."
"Good. Cassy, come here for a moment." He picks me up by the waist and sits me on his lap. He's so warm.
"W-what are you doing?" Not that I mind... I'm just surprised.
"Wait a bit." He folds half of the backseat to access the trunk and takes out a duffel bag. Inside there are a bunch of shoes from pumps to stilettos. He closes the trunk. "Ok, you can climb down now."
"S-sure..." I go back to my seat.
"Let me see those feet." He holds his palm up.
"O...k..."
I put my feet over his legs minding his clean trousers. He takes my shoes off tenderly and tries some of the other shoes on me. His soft hands, honestly... I can barely feel when he closes a strap or ties laces behind my ankles.
"Yes, these are the ones." He smiles to no one in particular. "Black and gold has always been my favorite combination."
They are beautiful. They are a pair of pumps, not much glamour about plain pumps, but these are weirdly cool. They have the smallest grooves close to the heels adding a nice texture even if so faint. The soil and heel are black with only the bottom of the heel being golden plated like the shoe and that polished black extends over the tip of the pump as a narrow line that connects with the topline and goes all around, like separating my white skin with the gold of the shoe. I love them. Not that comfy, but I love them still.
"And, the jewelry..." He looks at my neck and the bracelets on my right wrist. "I think we are ok with those, except for this." He reaches to take my Kreuse's pearl. "What is this? I've never seen this kind of rock."
"A Kr... I mean, it's a family heirloom. I never take it away at night." I grab his fingers holding it.
"Will you be ok taking it off just for today? There's nowhere safer than this car with Gordo inside." He smiles. That damn smile...
"I don't know..."
"You can keep it if you want. I just want you to daze everyone at the casino and this looks a bit out of place. It's gorgeous, tho. It just doesn't go with this particular outfit."
"Ok..." I hesitantly take it off and give it to him. "Please take care of it."
"Gordo, you heard the lady." He gives my pearl to him.
"Yes, sir." The valet puts it inside a mini safe in the glove compartment.
I didn't think about it, but I didn't take away my feet from Josh's legs and he hasn't say a thing. His soft hand is caressing my ankles mindlessly while he checks some emails in his phone with the other. I like it and hate to admit it.
It takes an hour to get to the casino. I, honestly, believed we'd end up in a real casino. One of those outside the city line, but we are in the middle of Gwere in one of the most famous buildings here; the Fahrenheit tower. It is said the 50th floor has a club, so exclusive, only people with a title of nobility and the one percent can enter. For a bit there, I thought we'd end up there, but no. We get to the 52nd floor, an event hall where almost five hundred people gamble in tens of casino-like games around the place.
There are a bunch of brands and sponsors names on banners hanging from the ceiling, a bunch of waiters bringing cocktails and appetizers to the guests and a hell lot of people waving at Josh when we get inside. He hasn't let my arm go even if powerful-looking people grab his attention for a while to talk about fashion, business, commerce and other stuff I can only smile and nod about. I feel so out of place. I don't belong here at all. I must look like Josh's catch of the day on everyone's eyes. I don't like it here. I wanna go.
"Cassy, let me introduce you to someone very special," Josh gestures at an elderly black woman in a silver beaded dress. "This is lady Varona, the owner and curator of 'The Mo'. Lady Varona, this is Cassy, a girl whose voice asks nothing from Ella's."
Lady Varona... The Mo... God almighty. I freeze. This woman in front of me is the owner of one of the oldest club in Gwere. A place where Aretha Franklin, Ella Fitzgerald, Frank Sinatra, Elton John and other titans performed. I've never went because I don't respect this new era of 'artists', but I know that place's and this woman's history by heart.
"Are you ok, darling?" The woman, Lady, motherfucking, Varona looks at me puzzled.
"Y-yes.. No... I mean, I'm alright." I'm shaking. "I'm just baffled to be in your presence, miss, I mean, lady Varona." I chuckle nervously.
"Oh, don't be so frightened, darling." She cackles making all of her wrinkles swing around. "I should be the one amazed by what this handsome man said about you. Are you really a singer?"
"I... I do sing, but never done so professionally, I mean, not really..."
"Please don't tell me you sing what the kids these days like." The woman frowns. Oh, how many wrinkles.
"Of course not!" I'm offended. "That's no music. That's electronic puke! Not even the good singers sing anymore! That damned auto-tune..." I could growl right now.
"Aren't you a feisty one." She cackles again. "You are not wrong, though. Who's your favorite singer?"
"That's... hard. I couldn't just choose one, honestly." I bring a finger to my chin and look up. "If we forget about quality of voice and focus on who makes me feel the most..." Yes, she's the one. "I'd say Nina Simone for sure. And if we talk about male voice, definitely Luther Vandross. 'Never too much' gives me the chills no matter how much I listen to it. "
"A great taste you have, darling." Lady Varona smiles at me. "Don't tell anyone, but Luther and I shared some letters in the past," she whispers and giggles like a schoolgirl.
"Shit, really? Oh, sorry... I mean, Oh, really?" I chuckle nervously. I'm an idiot!
"It's ok, darling. Don't be like all of this dandies up here." She gestures around. "Yes, even you, Joshua." She chuckles.
"It's the life, my friend." Josh shrugs.
"Please, Cassy. Come visit me at The Mo anytime you want." She takes my hand and shake it. "I'd like to listen to that gifted voice Joshua mentioned. I have to leave now, but it was lovely to meet you, darling."
"You too, lady Varona! I'll go to the club some time." I literally vow as she leaves.
"Well... she hated you." Josh sighs.
"What?!"
"Yeah. She's really good at pretending to like people..."
"You are kidding, right...?" I'm gonna cry...
"Of course I am." He laughs. "She loved you, Cassy. It was obvious."
"Fuck you, Josh!" I hit his arm. Ouch... I hurt my fist.
"Cassy, we are still in a fancy event. Please mind your behavior." He smiles like an angry mom. Some guests are looking at us annoyed.
"Oh, y-yeah..."
After talking with some people, Josh guides me to a room in the back where just a handful of people seem to be chilling in various ways. There's a balcony where some men smoke cigars and drink from wide glasses. Scotch, maybe. In the corner there is a small lounge with a few screens showing sport events and horse races. Some people scream excited at the screens and eat some fancy snack. In the middle there is one big poker table with a croupier in full uniform waiting for all the seats to fill.
"That's us." Josh pushes me gently from the back towards the table. His hand is warm.
We sit and now the table is full. There's an old man with a cowboy hat, a middle-aged woman with a fancy boa around her neck, a young asian guy with shades and a businessman in a stripped suit.
"The buy-in is twenty grand," says the croupier. "If everyone agrees, the amount will be charged to your cards and exchanged for chips."
Everyone nods but me.
"Josh, what the fuck! I can't afford that!" I whisper energetically to him.
"But I can." He turns my head to face forward with just a finger. "We both accept." Josh smiles.
"Very well, then. Chips, please," says the croupier and the staff gives everyone their chips.
This is a nightmare. I'm not that good at this... I was kinda bluffing for fuck's sake! The game starts and, with that, an anxiety bomb appears in my stomach. Fold is my middle name now. While the rest of the table look like they have a plan, I just look at the cards the croupier give me and sweat. I'm not the best liar and I'm not that good at statistics, not enough to bet on probability alone. My only strength in this God forsaken game is my observation skills and they went out of commission for the day the moment that guy said twenty thousand dollars. I can just look at my chip towers getting smaller bit by bit.
"Cassy." Josh whispers.
"Y-yeah?"
"Chill. Your spooked mouse act is making me look bad..."
"B-but the money..."
"I raise two hundred more." He slides two red chips forward and then gets back to whispering. "This money was considered lost the moment I bet it. I'm not here to win, I'm here to look good in front of these people." He clears his throat and looks at the cowboy. "So, Phillis," Josh smiles widely, "is that PR fiasco of yours over?"
"Wouldn't you like to know..." The man grunts. "I fold." He pushes his cards forward.
"I would, really." Josh chuckles. "It's useful for my brand to know what happens when someone hires a low-life over me."
"That low-life you talk about is my son, boy."
"They do say it's hard to work with family, don't they? I raise two hundred more."
Oh, I see. Nervous little ol' me is making him look less menacing. We are not playing for money here. All the players are focused on Josh and Phillis' quarrel. There's something more at stake here than money. Who are the rest? Possible clients? Mob bosses? Who knows. Ok, Cassandra, look closely. What are their tells. For about two thousand dollars, I look at all of them closely, even Josh. "Never look at a gambler's face, look at their hands," my mom used to say.
Face expressions are too complicated for anyone to read accurately, even more if you don't know them. Real life is not like in the movies. No one has a particular lying face. Not one that I've ever caught, anyways. The only thing I'm sure of, it's everyone wants to be close to whatever makes them happy and, in this table, this night, what everyone here likes the most is a good hand. Everyone's fingers betray them and try to touch the best cards they got and stay away from a bad hand. When they get good cards, their hands stay close to them and, when they don't, they try to distance themselves from them as much as possible.
Lady Boa, always has her thin hands over the cards, but her fingertips slightly rubs the cards when they are good or high. Cowboy never touches them, but his chubby hands move over the edge of the table if he thinks he'll win a hand and they stay still when he doesn't. Asian kid leans his head on his right hand most of the time and only brings it down when he has figures. Like he's ready to protect them in case of anything. Businessman is chaotic. His hands have been everywhere and never repeat patterns, so I'll just go with my guts about him. And Josh? Well, he doesn't care. He raises on bad cards and folds on great cards. Sometimes he doesn't even see them. He talks and talks and talks. Weirdly enough, he's winning consistently. I think he makes the rest fold or raise just by talking.
"I raise five hundred." Phillis smiles showing his gold tooth. Yeah, his face lies.
The rest fold but Josh and me.
"Here are your five, Phillis." Josh tosses the chip carelessly.
"I see your five," I say while taking my chips. "And raise a thousand." I slide them forward.
"Easy, girl." Cowboy laughs. "Leave this to the grownups."
"Then pay up." I smile awkwardly. I'm still not a great liar.
"I fold." Josh pushes his cards forward and looks at me with curiosity. He's letting me do this bid alone.
"I pay your thousand and raise two more. How about that, missy?" His hands avoid his cards. I'm not wrong. I know it.
"I..."
"You what? You fold?" He laughs. "That's more like it!"
"What I was about to say is: I go all in." Fuck it. I push all of my chips to the center. Six thousand dollars made of cheap plastic. "I'm bored already, so either I win big with this hand or I lose and I get to go back to the party." I fold my arms. I'm not lying, so I don't have a reason to look like I am. "Is that ok, honey?" I ask Josh. I need to make him look good.
"I trust your gut, kiddo. Give him hell." Josh smiles widely.
"I fold..." Phillis wrinkles his nose.
"Cool!" I collect my chips with a smile. I have more than eight grand now. Not that far from what I started with. "I only had a high card, a ten, by the way." I flip my cards and chuckle.
"You little...!" Phillis' face gets so pink I feel I need to call an ambulance.
"What's wrong, Phillis?" Josh smirks. "Trusting a young scammer again?" He laughs.
"Shut up!" The cowboy gets up. "I'm cashing out..." A staff member takes away his chips, a little more than five grand, and he goes away.
"Great bluff, Cassy," Josh whispers.
"It wasn't a bluff," I whisper back and I sigh. "I want to cash out too," I say to the croupier. "Beat them all, ok?" I slide my fingers on his cheek. "I'll be in the balcony."
"Will do, beautiful." He winks at me and gets back to the game.
I'm done for. That last stunt almost gave an ulcer. I don't think I can do it again, no way Jose. I need a smoke and I need it now. Why the hell didn't Josh tell me about that prick and why he wanted to play? He's always throwing curve balls at me... I feel like he likes toying with me. Ok, I don't feel it, I know it. I get out to the balcony where two men talk happily about stocks or something like that. I don't like the pungent smell of cigars, so I get as far away from them as I can and smoke my normal human cigarettes. That's the stuff... I know smoking is bad, but fuck, if it isn't so damn calming.
I love this gorgeous view of the city. A sea of light over the noisy shadows. Huh? What is that? I can see the 50th floor from here and it looks like there's an event there too. There's a lot of hooded people dancing or... I don't know, playing goose goose duck? Who knows, but they are all holding hands in a big circle. Maybe it's a lodge meeting. I've heard powerful people belong to those wannabe secret societies. They look like having fun, tho. Huh? For a moment I think I saw Gordo in there, but I think it was the cigarette's smoke. There are a lot of chubby men with mustaches in the world.
After two hours or so, Josh joins me in the balcony.
"Can I?" He hovers his arm over my waist.
"It's for the show?"
"Let's go with... yes"
I chuckle. "Go ahead."
"Good job there, toots." He laughs.
"Thank you, mister. Do I have moxie?" I talk like a cigarette girl from the forties.
"You are the moxiest, doll." He rubs my shoulders. "What do you say we get out of here?"
"I'm not cut for this kind of party, so I'd be glad."
"What are you talking about? You look beautiful, you just made that cowboy make a fool of himself and you talked music with a legend." He takes my chin. "You need to be more secure, Cassy. You could take this world as your own if you really wanted it. Don't sell yourself short."
"Thanks, Josh, but I still don't like it that much." I take his hand and release my chin.
"That's a more valid statement. Let's go, then." He pats me in the back. He looks down and frowns at the hooded people on the 50th floor.
"Yeah, I reacted the same." I chuckle. "A bunch of weirdos, huh?"
"Totally... Weirdos."
Gordo is waiting when we get out of the building. He immediately takes my pearl from the glove compartment and gives it back.
"A fruitful night, sir?" Gordo asks.
"It was, Gordo, thank you. Yours?"
"Uneventful, sir."
"Glad to hear that. Let's go home, then."
"Home?" I ask.
"If you want, we can drive you to yours. We just didn't enjoy ourselves too much in that party, so I thought it would be nice to have a glass of wine with you before the night ends."
"You want to have a glass of wine or a glass of me?" I squint with a smirk. I read you, mister Benedetti.
"I won't say I didn't think of that, but if that was everything I wanted I'd say so." He caresses my arm. "You know I would."
"True." This is nice. I feel liked. "If you are really interested in me beyond sex..."
"Uh-huh?"
"Would you spend a whole night with me if you knew you wouldn't score?"
"At the moment, half of my interest in you is physical. No bullshit." He looks me in the eye. "I see you now and all I want is to rip that dress off and take you like I couldn't that day. The way you deserve."
"But it's a very expensive dress." I smile. This is fun.
"I have the team to fix it if necessary, you know that." His fingers now slide down my cheek.
"Then... would you take me right here and then spend a lovely night with me with no other reason that wanting my company?"
"That I can do." He raises my chin and kisses my neck. "Gordo..."
"Yes, sir." The partition raises isolating us from the world.
I raise my hands and he takes the cue to slide my beautiful dress up. I didn't wear a bra, so I'm half exposed here. He has seen me, all of me before, but, somehow, this feels new. The hand that touches my breast does it like it was the first time. He pinches my nipple with so much care, I feel special under his touch. He kisses my neck and then bites my earlobe tenderly. I can hear his teeth grazing my earring just one bit. I want to touch him, I want to bite him, but he said he wanted to take me like I deserve, so I'll let him. He lays me down on the cold leather seats and his lips follow a kiss trail to my belly button. He licks it a bit. It's itchy... I like it.
He takes my panties from bellow, tenderly grazing my butt on the way. How soft are his hands, honestly. He doesn't have to move them, I open my legs on my own. It's all yours for now. Do what you want with it. And he does... His tongue traces the shape of my slit and makes a special stop on my clitoris. Just the tiniest of licks, but it's enough to send shivers everywhere. That, and the nice rumbling of the car, make this a full body experience. He bites my thigh. He bites quite a bit while his fingers enter me and rub me from the inside. One of his hands reaches for my breast and squeezes it tight. I take that hand and make it squeeze a bit harder. I can take it. I can like it even more.
I don't know when it happens, but he flips me over and then I feel it. That big, huge, rod of his. It sandwiches between my butt cheeks and uses them to get even bigger. It's so hot, soft and hard at the same time. I want it. I want it inside of me already. I moan a bit to let him know. Come on, Josh, just stick it inside. I hear the whisper of his suit being removed and then his whole body pressing on my back. He takes my jaw and turns my face to the side to kiss my cheek. Come on, Josh, just give it to me. I feel it throbbing. He rubs himself on me a bit more. Damn... all this waiting is making me even wetter... Oh... I see.
He kisses and licks my back going down and down until he raises me from my hips and kisses my butthole. Oh, fuck! T-that feels amazing. It's wet, it's tingly, it's making my butt twitch. He licks it and sucks it a bit. I squeal. What is that?! No one licked my butthole before, but... fuck I like it. He it kisses again.
"Mhhh...!" I hold back a moan unsuccessfully. "Ahhhn...!" I almost scream when he puts his fingers back inside my slit, all while kissing and licking my butt.
God, I won't be able to live without this anymore.... Why did you have to show me this new feeling. Fuck, Josh! I'm tender. I'm kinda shivering already and that dick hasn't even touch my vagina. But, when I'm about to lose my cool. I feel it. It's in my entrance. His majestic cock it's about to enter me, at last. As if he needed to handle me a bit better, he grabs my hair from the back and then he sticks me good. Aw, God! It's in. It's in, at last!
"Ahg...!" It's so big. "Mhhh...!" Oh those hips.
I feel his cock stirring my insides like a cocktail. Just when I think he's ignoring a spot inside, he goes and rubs it. Measured strength, controlled speed. He goes fast, then slow, then fast again. And when I think I'm about to lose my mind, he stick his thumb in my ass. Aw, shit! I scream. I don't moan, that wouldn't be fair to all of this. I scream. He rams and I scream again. It's almost like he was flicking my cervix just to make my brains melt into a puddle. My head is back being pulled by my hair in his hand. I arch my back as much as I can to breathe a bit better, but he uses that to stab the back wall of my vagina. Does he want to reach my uterus? Oh, damn!
I don't want to ruin his car seats, but my nails need to rip something apart. I need to bite, I need to scream. Buddy, slow down or you'll kill me from pleasure! He does stop for a bit, but it's only to flip me to the side and ram me while holding my leg in front of his strong chest. I can see him now, he's looking at my faces, all of them. I must look horrible. I can't help but wrinkle my whole face to his movements. God! I don't know how can he keep the coordination, but he penetrates me with the same practiced movements and now he also rubs my clit with his finger. Oh, no. It's coming! I'm coming! I didn't get to do anything again!
"I..." I can't even talk. "I w-want to..."
"Want to what, Cassy?" He doesn't even stop to talk.
"M-my chest. I w-want it over me..."
"As you order, milady."
He flips me over my back and does that leg-crossing trick again. Aw, shut! I scream once again. His movements are faster and more explosive, but he doesn't hurt me even once, even if I'm swallowing that monster between his legs. I'm there. Before I come, he takes out his dick and pumps it over my tummy. When I think I'm gonna be left unsatisfied, I feel his fingers enter me, and this time, he almost picks me up from the inside. His fingers are pressing exactly my favorite spot over the pubic bone. That's all I needed. I let a scream out at the same time I feel his warm goo rain all over my stomach chest and face. Fuck yes!
He lets me go, so I flop on the seat shaking, sweating and covered in cum while he tries to step back and sit at my feet. I don't let him, tho. I grab his dick hard and pull him towards me. I know he's tender, but I want the last drop. It's mine, I've earned it. He gets what I want to do, so he helps his cock to my mouth so I can surround it with my lips and suck what I want from him. It's not tasty, but for me it is heaven. A nice reward for a good job. I suck on his cock, and his spongy glans, until it gets limp and escapes my grab.
"That was great..." I can't help but smile. I wipe some of his jizz from my chest with my finger and put it in my mouth. They all love that.
"Easy for you to say." He snorts. "You didn't have to contort in this small space."
"Not my problem, dude. For me it was fun and comfy." I laugh.
"Aren't you cheeky?" He sits at last and breathes deeply.
"Are you talking about my ass?" I put my feet over his legs.
"Might as well be. That ass of yours looks so nice I had to taste it." He chuckles.
"I hope you enjoyed it because that won't happen again for a while or I'll fucking die." That ass thing... Fuck!
"Killjoy..."
"So, wine time?" I just noticed the car is not moving.
"Give me a minute. I think I got a call while we were at it." He grabs his trousers and takes his phone out. He looks at the screen and frown. "Fuck..."
"Let me guess... you have to go?"
"Yes..." He sighs. "These people have the worst timing, I tell you."
"Sure, whatever..." Goddamnit! Again?
"Look. I have to go, but I'll get back in a few hours. You can stay in my house and we could change the wine for freshly squeezed orange juice in the morning. What do you say?"
"So you will leave me in your house alone with your stuff for hours?"
"Are you planning of robbing me?"
"It depends. How good is your record collection."
"The best."
"Then I might."
"A risk I'm willing to take for the chance of having breakfast with you." That stupid smile...
"Fine... Go away and leave me here, all alone, with your priceless Robert King record."
"Try Johnson."
"Aw, shit!"
I dress quickly and get out of the car with a key in my hand. I'm in the parking lot of a building I haven't even see. It's a basement parking lot. He told me to use the key to take the elevator to the 12th floor and just get out of it... I don't get it. Whatever. I do what he told me and ride the fancy elevator to that floor. When the doors open, I don't see a hallway, I see the interior of a huge apartment.
"Wow..." I get out of the elevator and gasp.
It's flashy. The ceilings are approximately thirteen feet tall, there are a bunch of stylish shelves packed with signed memorabilia and pictures of Josh with a bunch of famous people. I can see the open kitchen, a huge living room and a terrace, all just from the elevator. I don't know what else is hidden behind the walls, but I want to see it. I browse over the pictures to see if I can recognize any celebrity there. I see some politicians, a few famous sports people, a prince here, the Prince there and...
"What the fuck...?" I take the frame from the wall.
In the picture, a very young Josh stretches the hand of Norman Baptiste, the head of the west coast council. In that same picture I can see Norman's Kreuse's pearl as clear as day and Josh's too. He said he never saw a pearl like mine before. He lied. He lied to my face and this is no small lie.