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Beautician

By: emap



Hope you like it, teensy more romantic than my other stories. Do please send me feedback, vote if you feel like it though dangit I want feedback.

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This day starts like any other day. The alarm goes off, I roll over and hit the snooze button, goes off again and I hit snooze again. I am awakened yet again when the second alarm goes off, all the way across the room. Stumbling out of bed I stub my toe on the bed foot in the process of moving across to turn off this second rude timer.

Needless to say of course, I am quite awake when I reach the second alarm. The incredibly rude beeping turned off, I yawn my way into the shower, the warm water cascading down my body, pooling for a moment in my button before sluicing its way past my lips and down to the shower floor, hands traveling over my body, soap nestling in the crook of one hand, loofah in the other.

Still not awake yet I let my hands do their own thing, which invariably involves rubbing my breasts longer than just to clean them. My nipples swelling my hands continue their assault, rubbing, pressing, twisting and pulling at the extended flesh. My nipples hard as rocks, breasts reddish with passion, those naughty hands, still holding the soap travel lower in their own erratic way.

With a moaning sigh my hands reach the crevice between my legs, lips puffy and red, more than just water pooling within. Soap splashing to the water about my feet, fingers delving deep into the hungry gap between my legs, I can't help but moan as those fingers stretch the depths within around them. My legs spread wider on their own as I lean against the wall, fingers moving in, making squelching noises not caused by the cascading water all around, but caused rather by cascading waters within. My eyes glaze over as the fingers move deeper then withdraw, moving me closer and closer to a promised land.

Knees weakening as those rude fingers cause so much pleasure, more than just water splashing to the floor to swirl around toe clenching feet and down the drain. Getting hotter and hotter as I get closer and closer, my knees are practically knocking with the intense feeling of pleasure. Breasts starting to hurt with desire and lust, one hand travels slowly back up to fondle the breasts before finally taking one nipple in between the fingers for a twist and pull. 

I gasp as the first spasms of an orgasm overtake me, I so want this, so need this. My knees pull together then spread apart, trying to get more sensation. My hand alternating between my breasts, squeezing each one in turn, there it is, another spasm, so close now. Slowly sliding down the wall, knees unable to support my weight, breath coming in quick gasps and moans.

My eyes snap open, taking a moment to shout in frustration and panic before quickly rinsing myself semi-clean, grabbing a towel on the way out of the bathroom. Half dried if even that much, clothes pulled on, tear in stocking so skipping them entirely, I remember to stop and turn off the water before moving toward the front door, car keys in my hand.

No idea how I manage to not kill myself or someone else, I pull up to the salon to find Susan standing there, mouth agape, phone in hand. Her mouth does not shut until I have sprinted to the door and unlocked, she shuts it finally inside.

"Helen I do not know why you are so intent on opening at the same time everyday; how often do we have people come in before 9AM?" she asks as her purse crunches to the table.

"Not the point hun, I run a business here. We open when I have decided we will open no sooner no later," I tell her as I pull the blinds open, turn the sign around and head for the back to pull out the register tray.

"I really don't think anyone will care if you open a bit late so you can have a little enjoyment in the morning," she blurts out before diving into her purse.

I should be mad at her for saying that, I know I should, heck I should never have admitted to doing that in the shower. Well OK I probably should not have admitted to doing that anyway, but I did and I can never forget doing so, she doesn't let me. Instead I give her a little 'Grrrr' as I pass her with the tray of cash for the register. I even manage to reach down with one hand and swat her smartly on the rear.

We spend the next couple hours doing 'busy' work, sweeping a clean floor, arranging the scissors and brushes, basic have-to-find-something-to-do-to-pass-the-time things. Our first customer the towns' resident flapper, Miss Stevens, a doddering older woman, well alright old, she being a sprightly 97 came in promptly at eleven, no sooner no later.

She regaled us with tales of her snugglepup coming over last weekend, sounding more like a teenager than a woman of her years. She even giggled as she told us how he had put his hand under her skirt to her knee, about how he tried to go farther though 'not that far' as she put it with a roll of her eyes. Which of course turned our conversation into a 'man bashing affair', again her words not mine. She may be a slightly weird lady, but I have to admit her hair is gorgeous.

Not that she lets it grow very long, every two weeks she is in the salon, well OK so it's a shop, more of a barber shop than a salon but it serves its purpose. It has two rinsing stations, one farther back behind a curtain, before I bought it; it was a proper barber shop as John put it. The second station behind the curtain is for the female customers, not too many at the time but enough.

Anyway back to her hair, she comes in every two weeks to get it trimmed; as she puts it, "A proper swing chick can't have her hair to long." Well there was another reason, she confessed it to me after I had bought the shop and renamed it a salon, she had long hair at one time but she is a fitful sleeper, woke up one night with it wrapped over her face tight, had it cut the very next day and religiously keeps it short.

She used to be a platinum blonde, though with her age it has turned white more than blonde it still shines golden in the sun. Every two weeks I, of course, offer to give her some color, not that she needs it but it is more money she pays and that's always good. Right? Not that it works, every time she runs her fingers through her hair, sighs and tells us she used to have such golden hair, just perfect for a right proper swinger chick. Then she says, "Maybe next time," been saying that for close to five years now.

An hour later she is shimmying out the door again, no seriously she always gives us a little peek at what a right proper swing chick she is. Did I mention she is a little weird? Yes well toss little right out, she is full on weird, but we both love her to death, not literally of course so just get that thought out of your head.

The door has scarcely shut behind dear Miss Stevens when our next customer pulls the door wide. Gruff John, well I suppose not anymore, now he is Principal Jefferson, but I went to school with him and I always just think of him as Gruff John. With nary a word above a grunt he plops down in Susan's chair. I suppose his school day is not being a good one. Not that anybody is surprised of course, it being two weeks before summer break, those kids must be driving everyone up the walls.

I suppose luckily I have to leave him to Susan, just as he plops down, Steven comes in breathing heavily. I grab his hand and lead him to my chair listening as he explains he has an hour to get back to work and he needs to look nice for Sarah. Susan and I exchange looks as I push him into my chair, each of us surmising that today is the day he finally asks for her hand in marriage.

As I brush his hair I ask why he needs to look nice for Sarah, hoping that he would blurt everything out for us. He does not disappoint either, spends the next twenty minutes explaining in detail his plan on how he is going to ask her. Gets plenty of ohs and ahs out of all three of us, John chiming in being very surprising, we dated in high school. Nothing all that serious, though I was assuming otherwise until I caught him sleeping with Sarah Ann. Oh yes anyway, my point being he was called Gruff John because well, he was, never said more than he had to, and usually less than needed still does in fact. So hopefully now you understand why his oohing and aahing with us is surprising.

Oh don't give me that look I was busy doing his hair so remembering every word he said is rather out of the question. I do remember the gist of it though and I betcha you want to hear it so here you go. He got reservations for this great little restaurant outside Shirewood, the next town over. After they had eaten they were going to the beach, where they first met and where they would go for some alone time. No seriously, around here when the sun goes down the only people who go to the beach are going for alone time so no matter what, you're alone.

Oh no he did not tell me this Sarah did, it is nice being the only hair salon in town, everybody drops by from time to time. We are even the best place to go for gossip, well, tied I suppose with the corner store. Getting your hair cut is right up there next to having the perfect chocolate malted, and the only place to get one of those, the corner store. Helps that the owner Eric is a god, heck not even doing him justice, he is a HUNKY GOD. I'm not kidding here, he smiles at any woman in town, and she needs to change shorts.

He is about six foot four of rippling muscles, sandy brown hair and dark blue eyes you can just get lost in. He has sure soft hands that are always perfectly trimmed, mostly white teeth, though when he smiles you don't care, his whole face lights up and his eyes twinkle. Not even the best part of him, his butt is just perfect, sticks out a little, rounded, firm and just big enough to get ahold of. Still not the best part, when he wears those tight jeans, he has a bulge, not huge but he has a bulge and seeing it makes you drool just a little.

It has gotten quiet, besides, Steven who is just finishing up his description of what he is going to do to ask Sarah, even is going to get down on his knees. Most people that is no big deal, Steven though has really bad knees so getting up from them is hard on him. I finish with his hair so tell him what a great way of doing it, she will be sure to say yes and how much he owes me.

When I turn to put his money in the cash register I stop, almost drop the money even, there standing by the counter is Eric, yes that Eric, all six plus feet of him standing there leaning on my counter a little, tight jeans wrapped around him like a second skin.

I greeted him, well at least I hope I did, my knees were doing a very good impression of Jell-O, my stomach doing flip-flops at about ten million miles an hour. Somehow I managed to get to the cash register, say goodbye to Steven, and ask what I could do for Eric. Well judging by his face I did not ask what I could do for him, the laughter coming from behind me told me even more that I asked something different.

Before I could turn forty some shades of red Eric reaches across the counter grabs my hand and tells me I can give him a hair cut. I'd like to say I went straight to business woman running a hair salon, I didn't. I ran my fingers through his hair and told him his hair is perfect the way it is, a shiver running down my spine and straight to my pussy.

He looks into my eyes, his sparkling with some to me hidden mirth as he takes my other hand into his and tells me that he does need a hair cut and wants me to do it. As he says this he brings one hand up to his mouth and kisses it, his eyes boring into mine a look of total lust written all over his face.

The best I could manage as a reply? OK let's go wash your hair. I know I so should have said something better, but at that very moment, all I could see was him stripping his clothes off and getting on me.

I lead him through the salon to the hair washing station, but he puts his hand to my back just above my butt, one finger reaching down and pushes me towards the back station, separated from the rest of the salon by a curtain. Part of me is screaming no not there, you will do unprofessional things back there. I squashed that thought right down, I did not care if he wanted me he would have me.

Reaching the back washing station he motions for me to close the curtain as he plops down into the chair. I close the curtain turn back and get lost in his eyes, I don't know how long I stand there staring at him before his waving hand catches my eye and I remember I am supposed to be washing his hair. With a sheepish look on my face I head over to him, grabbing the plastic washing sheet on the way.

I put it around his neck before stopping and sheepishly getting the little runner bit to affix there before the sheet. The entire time I am doing this my mind is screaming you have a god in your chair here, run your hand over his package and see if he is just as good there. Another part of me is screaming to undo his pants and drop those panties and hop right on up. A third part, well that third part is wondering just how good he tastes. There was no fourth part every entire bit of my mind was occupied on the different ways of having him.

Of course we had a conversation running, I to this day have no idea what was said, he just gets a smile on his face and tells me not to worry about it, and we won't even mention what Susan has to say about the entire thing.

So pushing those thoughts into the back of my head, well I probably was talking about all of them. Like I said he doesn't tell me what I had to say that day. Anyway I get the sheet on him, leaned back in the chair and the water to a good temperature, not too hot and not cold.

There I am, my fingers running through his hair, the hot water cascading over my hands and his hair, massaging his scalp. Every little touch of his skin under my fingers every little strand of his hair sending a little bolt of electricity right down to there. I am sure I was just a quivering moaning pile of goo with his head in my hands.

My hands caressing his head, moving his hair about running my fingers over his scalp giving a tender little massage that I am sure he responded to in a rising way. At first neither of us did anything, I was just so entranced with running my hands through that glorious hair of his, reveling in the knowledge that my hands are in his hair. Then, he put a hand to my side, running it up to my breast ever so slowly, the whole time I wanted to scream at him to hurry up and touch my breasts. They were so sore with desire, my panties I am sure were soaking wet.

Instead my hands kept moving in his hair, slowly working the water into every little strand, giving out soft little mews as this god's hair moved under my fingers. Then his hand was there, on my breast, it finally had reached what I had so dearly wanted him to touch. Instead of going straight after my nipple though his fingers worked all over my breast, caressing and mauling all at the same time, and yet somehow avoiding my nipple that was ever so hard and begging for attention.

When his hand finally cupped then closed two fingers over the straining digit of my breast I moaned, I know I did I remember that. My legs spread wider of their own accord, affording him better access to my breast, I moved closer to him, at first just wanting to feel his leg pressed into mine as his fingers pulled and tugged at my nipple. Not being able to stand it any longer I straddle his leg, putting one leg to each side of his one, moving farther up so I am pressed into his hip, mine working myself over him as my fingers still caress his scalp. His other hand pressed into my side then traveled up my body, at first moving for my other breast, perhaps knowing how lonely it is next to the one being mauled.

I delight in both breasts in his expert hands, my hands massaging his scalp still, somehow even managing to get the soap into one hand before applying it to his head. My hips still working myself on his hip, I am sure my panties have soaked through by now and are leaving a wet stain on his jeans. Neither of us cared though, his cock was erect and hard pressing into my hip through his jeans and my skirt each time I rotated forward. At some point his hands had moved from my breasts around to my back and were pulling me toward him, I did not resist simply went where his hands said. At this point we kissed for the first time, his lips pressing into mine then his tongue hungrily delves into heretofore unknown territory. My tongue did the same thing, both of us hungry for more contact. There we were two lovers embraced in a hot kiss, my hands at once caressing his scalp and pulling him farther into our kiss.

Finally, we pulled apart a barest of a fraction of an inch, both breathing hard, both moaning as my hips continued to rotate me into his hip and him. I felt his hands pull away before the sound of his jeans being opened, those button flies not able to hold him back any longer. I let go of his head reluctantly, pulled myself away form his leg, though so wanting to not move away, just stay atop his leg for eternity. In a flash my panties are pulled off and left on the floor somewhere, his jeans pulled past his cheeks at least. I am sure he would have taken them farther though I never let him, I was to close for him to get up, and I was atop him the instant he had his pants pulled past his cheeks. I was in to much of a hurry to let him get his pants down. Atop his lap he is forced to lean back again as I press forward, my breasts pushing into his chest as my lips seek his. Hungrily we devour each other, our lips pressing firmer then softer, our tongues dueling in first his mouth then mine. My hips rubbing myself up and down on him, not taking him in, not yet, instead we each force the other to make do with the contact we have, each wanting to go farther, each afraid to press the issue.

His hands go from pulling me into him to slowly moving down, caressing each little square inch of flesh they encounter along the way, leaving me with goose bumps of expectation the size of well geese. As his hands reach my hips to pull me up, my hands swiftly travel down along his chest to that part of him that I so want inside of me right then and there. As my hips rise higher my hands drag him into position, until finally, he is pressing into me.

We both moan as I lower myself slowly, taking his hard cock into me. Each little tiny bit of him going in has me trembling with pent up lust. The feeling has me wanting to go faster, but I may never have this chance again so I force myself to go slower, moaning as each little fold moves aside for him, my fluids flowing freely. He suddenly clutches me to him, shoving me down the rest of the way, not too far, but still so incredibly filling.

Still clutching me to him he starts pumping, his cock moving in me, not terribly far but oh so incredibly good. Unable to control myself I pull back a little and start moving proper. The way his cock feels pistoning in and out of my cunt is so incredibly good. I can feel an orgasm coming finally that one I have been unable to give myself is going to be given to me by this glorious man.

We are both moving so fast, my juices splashing out around his cock onto his thighs and stomach. The sound of our flesh slapping together intermixing with the wet sound of his cock moving inside of me is so erotic I can't help but beg him to cum in me. I am begging him over and over he is simply smiling up at me and helping me move faster on that glorious cock, I simply can't even begin to relate how good that thing feels inside of me. I don't know how long I moved atop him begging for his fluids, but finally my own orgasm overtook me, I could not help but scream out as the waves of complete and total ecstasy overwhelm me, my muscles gripping at him rhythmically.


Beautician and the Beast Pt. 01



Chapter One

"It was a beautiful ceremony I think," Lovie says as she sits at the vanity of the honeymoon suite. The small open section lets out to a bigger area with a king size bed that Quentin is lying in. He watches her as she adjusts the seat. Fresh from the shower, she has a towel wrapped around her hair and one around her body. She releases the top one to let her jet-black waves cascade down her back and over her shoulders. The white towel that barely covers her tits stops at the upper middle of her thigh and could hardly close on account of her full rump and more than sufficient hips. It makes him want to get up and rip the towel from her body and ravish her but he can't. He hasn't given her his wedding gift yet. As she lotions her body with his favorite scent, he moves to the side of the bed to the nightstand to fish out her present. She finishes just as he walks up behind her and puts the piece of lingerie up to her frame. They look in the mirror together. "Is this what you want me to wear?" She beams as she fingers the embroidery of the breast cups of the white halter chemise.

He nods before saying; "the white against your milk chocolate skin makes me so hot." He nuzzles her neck then pulls away to sit back on the bed to watch her put it on. He leans up and the soft glow from the room's lightening cascaded over his planed chest and torso. The muscles in his neck tightened as she moved between his legs. He allows the huge erection in his black silk pajama pants poke and strain for her delicious view. She licks her lips and swallows hard before the towel drops to her feet. After she puts on the item of clothing she turns to model it for him. Her natural 42/d breasts look as if they're about to pop out while the hem of the skirt barely covers her bubbled ass. His dick twitches, making her attention to go to his groin. In haste, she drops to her knees and crawls on the bed over to him. It's almost like her mouth is a heat seeking missile and his cock is the target. When she reached the apex of his legs she splays her hands over he silk clad toned thighs. Just as her hands go up to the waistband of his pants he quickly pulls her head back by the nape of her neck. His fingers entwine with the long locks and he jerks her head up to look at him, "You're hungry for it aren't you?"

"Yes sir...I am." she moans as her gaze drops to her object of pleasure.

"Rushing things doesn't get us anywhere does it Lovie?" He leans up and gets close to her face. They can both feel the other's breath on each other's mouths.

"No sir...I just wanted it so bad sir." She whines. His shiny jet-black hair is messy against his forehead and in a disheveled look, a stark difference from his usual clean and professional coif. Add to the mix his five o'clock and he was positively irresistible.

"I know baby I know...but we're married now...we got the rest of our lives. Now wait on the bed while I get the stuff."

"Yes sir!" He can't help but chuckle at her eagerness still after all this time. She is his now, forever and only his and the same for her. He shakes his head as he gathers everything they will need for the scene. His mind can't help but go back to how it all started. His head was in a different place then...

ONE YEAR EARLIER...

Quentin leaned against the cathedral and took a long drag from his cigarette. He looked up at the sky as the rain clouds shrouded around and cast a dark shadow over the church. He exhaled the smoke and said, "Rain on a wedding...Tears in a marriage." Just as he put out the square, the groom for the tearful union approached fast, and he looked pissed. Quentin just grinned and ran a hand through his coal-like 50's slick back pompadour then adjusted his tie to his "man in black" inspired Tux. Custom made, as always. He was slender in stature yet his torso still bulked and rippled with lean muscle and narrowed waist. In the winter he was pale but during the summer he was able to handle a nice dose of sun and not fear burning. Hence his healthy pink/bronzy tone to his hue that gave him a glow.

"Who are you?" Elliott Leary, or Eli to most, sneered once in earshot, "'Cause your not my best man. Can't be my best man!"

"Ah Eli chill out, she'll be fine."

"Who, Cindy or Jenna? You basically screwed them both over."

"Whoa whoa, she came to me and wanted to play a scene. She's the biggest cock slut at the company and Cindy..." He didn't even finish he just rolled his eyes. Eli nodded solemnly before he reached for his own cigarette. Cindy was the Bride-to-be while Jenna was the Maid of Honor. Coincidentally they were both women he'd fucked in the past month. See, they all were players for an online porn site about BDSM.

"But damn man...you really worked her over Quint. She has marks all over her; she looks as purple as the damn dresses man!"

"I know and I apologized to her for that. I-I just needed to work some things out."

"Work 'em out of the girls that like that shit not on the ones that have to be in our wedding dude!"

Quentin sighed and didn't have the heart to tell his friend that she did like it. He only ceded, "you're right...but what's done is done and I'll be glad to walk down alone."

"I bet you would," Eli said as they both chuckled. Quentin knew exactly what his best friend meant by that remake. He had a way with a woman that just exuded dominance. What better way to glorify that by walking down by himself. They always did what he said even if they weren't apart of the lifestyle. His banker, the florist; his favorite were female cops. He just about had and took every girl that struck his fancy. His blue-green eyes looked like magical gems that hypnotized the opposite sex. Medium sized soft pink lips that teased and a sharp nose that drew attention to his chiseled jaw made him the perfect specimen for the fantasies of most women he came into contact with. He had devastatingly good looks like an underwear model from the face down to the toned swimmers build. The only difference is that he didn't have to stuff. This gave him almost superhero abilities when it came to women. Asians, white, Spanish, Hispanic, Indians; it didn't matter but his favorite were black women. He had a craving for cappuccino colored beauties most of all but it was hard to find one willing to submit to him. They always got offended and thought he was trying to convert them back to slavery, which wasn't the case at all. Lately, the old porn grind was tiresome and he was left with that empty feeling that a lot of the veteran players talked about when they were about to leave. He promised he wouldn't feel like that ever but the more he denied it the more the feeling overwhelmed him. It wasn't his all his fault though; it was the women he was attracting...they were all hollow with nothing to offer. He didn't know what it all meant but he knew a change had to take place and soon or his frustrations were really going to hurt one of the girls and that wasn't what he was about.

"So what do you want me to do, not walk?" Quentin squinted.

"No, nothing like that, Cindy is going to make her hairdresser friend take her place."

"What's her name?"

"Olivia Laceton..." Eli smirked.

"What's that look?"

Eli wiped the look away, "I really don't think I should tell you. Who knows what you'll do to this poor girl."

"Well now you've just aroused my interest more. What was that look Eli?"

Eli sighed, "Everyone calls her Lovie."

"So what?"

"Lovie Laceton..."

"And..."

"Like Lovelace...get it?"

"Oh my god...like Linda Lovelace? 'Deep Throat' Lovelace? "

"Uh huh." He ditched his cigarette and turned to walk back in the church.

Quentin was right in toe, "Please tell me there's more to that nickname."

Eli chuckled, "Well I don't think her clit is in the back of her throat but I've heard things." With that Eli disappeared into his room to finish getting ready but not before he called back for him to check on Cindy. Great, that's just what he needed right now; another bawling out.

He didn't bother with a knock he just walked in her dressing room where he caught her just as she zipped the rest of her dress up. She turned to him and glowered. "You asshole! Why before the wedding... you animal!"

"Calm down, you got a ringer for the occasion."

"Not the point, I owe it to Jenna for her to be my Maid of Honor. If it weren't for her I wouldn't have met the love of my life." she scolded.

"And with out me she wouldn't have met him, so I guess it's all a trickle down effect huh? Having one outta two ain't bad, doll."

"Whatever...Do me a favor and go check on Lovie, she's in the last room down the hall on the left."

"What am I ...your slave now?"

"Ha ha ha, today is my day and there will be no scenes played on my day." She didn't even look at him as she primped in the mirror. Something that didn't go unnoticed to him, he'd be sure he took it out on her tits for their next shoot. Eli hated that as well, since they were brand new and according to Eli cost more than her engagement ring. He shrugged as he walked down the hall. He personally thought he got gypped; he'd take natural any day.

He reached for the doorknob then thought it best to knock first, "Um, Ms. Laceton...Cindy sent me to check on you. I'm the best man." She peered around the door, and her lean arm stretched up to her slender bare shoulder. He licked his lips absently as she told him she'd be right out, but not before she flashed him a bright smile. It made the attention run straight to her lips. He made a mental note that the top one was shaped into a small top of a heart, while the bottom was fuller slightly with a natural pout that ached to be bitten. He paced the small space in front of the door. The steps knocked the door ajar a fourth of the way. It revealed Lovie in only her red low-rise boy shorts. He moved quickly to the side of the doorframe so he could watch without fear of being caught, at least by her. The natural curve in her lower back that bubbled out to her copious rear made his mouth water. Like a wolf, he went into hunt mode. He made it his silent vow to make her his new possession.

She turned around in the mirror to inspect her ass for herself. Her brown clay like globes hung heavy with quarter sized chocolaty tips. She had a tattoo on the right side of her right breast that pictured a pair of bloody hair shears crossed with an equally bloody meat cleaver. 'This girl has a dark side' he grinned. He closed his eyes and prayed that her dark side went as deep as his. She wagged her rump at herself and smiled. Her hair was bone straight and all one length that fell to the tops of her ass cheeks when she arched her back and cupped her cleavage in her hands and hung her head back a little like a Vargas girl. His steely rod twitched in his pants as he turned his back to the wall and took her out of his view. He just couldn't take anymore; he was going to come in his pants if he watched on.

"Hey Quentin?"

He cleared his throat and straightened, "Yes ma'am?"

"First off, I'm only 23, 'ma'am' is too old sounding," He smiled to himself before she came out then his jaw slacked from the sight of her. She placed her hand on her hip and shifted her weight on one leg, "I need an objective eye." The dress that was originally fitted for a more petite female was now squeezed over a healthy frame. The dress was French lavender satin with subtle embroidery over the bodice. The material fitted her like Jessica Rabbit personified and he roved every curve with a "hallelujah" chant in his mind. When she turned her backside to him, his eyes widened. "That Jenna chick must be one small gal." She giggled uncomfortably before she moved to face him and waited for his answer. He was still speechless as her nipples strained through the flimsy material of the dress. She smoothed her hands down her waist then around her full hips, "How do I look?" She finally said when he just sat there. Now that he got a good look at her, he squinted his eye for a better recognition. He could swear he'd seen her from somewhere.

He made another mental note to check on it later before he answered, "You look fine." He said it too simply and quickly regretted how it came out. In his attempt to not sound desperate it came out too nonchalant and he sensed her disappointment as her eyes lowered and her arms fell to her sides. He didn't want to make her feel bad and it was obvious she was just self-conscious about the tight fit. He wanted to tell her how she looked more than just fine in it and wanted to see it bunched around her waist as he took the hem of the skirt up to her hips and had his way with her, but that would have been too forward. "I-I mean to say you're stunning." with that he reached out and touched her forearm and the electricity went through him again, this time he thought she felt it too. "Really...simply beautiful."

Her top lip curled over the bottom one, "Thank you." He then reached out with his other arm and allowed her to link hers into it as the organ cued up.

Eli came out of his room and adjusted his tie, "I better get out there. Remember what I said." he eyed Quentin with a warned look, as Lovie corrected the skirt of the dress and didn't see the expression. When she looked back up, his face was bright with a smile which she reciprocated and she gave the thumbs up motion before he left to join the priest already at the altar.

They waited for their turn to walk silently, because the noise and bustle of the girls that made sure their makeup and hair was okay and the men who made bets of which ones could get their counterparts in bed faster made it hard to carry a conversation. Besides that, Cindy's snotty bitch cousins, whispered different notions as to why Jenna wasn't in the wedding and what they thought of the replacement because it wasn't them. The mens' thoughts were just the opposite as they snuck glimpses of her as she stood next to Quentin. She just rolled her eyes at the sleaze balls that leered at her. The only one she even considered to give the time of day too stood right next to her. Too bad he wasn't feeling her. She sighed accordingly at her luck and promised to thank her sister who caused her to have to turn down the offer of doing everyone's hair for the wedding because she had to do hers for a photo shoot. It would have been a godsend because she was trying to fund her own salon and get away from the tyrants at the salon she worked for.

When Cindy called her from the pew and offered her the position, she couldn't just say no even though she wanted to. Cindy knew her cousins were bitches and didn't want them to be the maid of honor. They all had ears to the door when they found out Jenna wasn't coming, so Lovie knew it was offered in desperation on Cindy's part. Not to mention this will be the seventh wedding she's been in the last three years. She was way too nice of a person and she loved to piss off snobby racist cunts that were her cousins, so why not? She looked up to Quentin as he kept his hard gaze forward. She then wanted to curse her sister for her dampened opportunity with this Greek god of a specimen. Lovie turned swiftly when he sensed her stare on him. He smirked and tightened his jaw and moved his attention back at the dogs that sized up his prey. The wedding party started to thin out, which created a window for Lovie.

She didn't know why but something about this guy kept the idea fed that she should keep trying, "So how long have you known Eli?"

His eyes swayed in her direction but he didn't move his head, "Since sophomores in college, for about eleven years. What about you? How long have you known Cindy?" He decided to take her away from the subject of him and Eli for fear she'd get into their little business venture he started with his good ole pal and he didn't know if she knew that already. Cindy didn't tell everyone about what she did and he certainly wasn't going to let the cat out of the bag if he didn't have to...at least not in a church.

"Since I was a junior in high school, she moved to our town that year and been friends ever since. She and my sister did some modeling jobs together when Cindy lived on the west coast; I was hair for a lot of the shoots. We stayed in touch when she moved here then I came about a year ago and she helped me with my clientele."

"Any of these girls your clients?" He chuckled this as he noticed the snide look they all shot at her.

She followed his lead and shook her head, "I've never seen any of them till this day."

He nudged her a bit, "Don't worry about it. They're just insecure."

"Thanks but I think that's bit of an understatement." She laughed back as one of them visibly rolled her eyes in their direction. He nodded and gave a soft chuckle with her as he noted her model sister that did work with Cindy. Slowly it all came together as he took another look at the black beauty next to him. Cindy still did a lot of print work especially for black men's magazines on account of her having an ample ass for being a white girl and her stint in a lot of hip hop artists' videos. She also made a name for herself as the party favor on the set. Cindy craved black cock like a crack head to a hit and she knew how to find it in that aspect and turn a profit. Luckily for her, Eli seemed to love watching his women fuck other dudes. Quentin didn't understand that, he was a one-woman kind of guy; maybe that's why he was still alone. Quentin took a closer look as her nipples begun to perk up once more against the dress. Almost on cue, like she or her body knew he wanted her, it responded to his eyes embrace. He wondered if Lovie was a slut like Cindy; and he was somewhat saddened if he found it to be true. Just as he pinpointed the emotion he snatched it back as it was their time to walk.

He smiled down to her as he took her arm in his. Her stomach did flip-flops as she smiled back up to him. She did a yogic sigh in her core as his eyes traveled to the large swell of her bosom. Before they stepped out, there was a crash of lightening and a boom of thunder then an on pour of heavy rain. Everyone's attention went to the window and the organ stopped its play before Lovie muttered something under her breath. "What?" He looked to her. She looked back at him and even though his tone wasn't demanding, she still saw in his eyes that he wanted an answer.

"I said, rain on a wedding means tears in a marriage." His brows furrowed at the similar comment before the organ cued up again. Once on their respective sides Cindy came out, and the priest was in full swing; Quentin stared Lovie down with the most conflicted feelings he's ever had about a woman. From confusion, lust, excitement, longing, and fear mixed a little anger. He's never felt all these things about a woman at one time. Not to mention the woman being someone he's known for less than an hour. He shook the emotions away like the first time and thought hopefully she could at least take that feeling of restlessness away. As he stood there, he looked at all the women in the wedding party, at Cindy, at the women in the pews; most of them he'd already fucked or at least gotten a blowjob from, with the exception of the elderly women. Sluts. Not the good kind either, he considered them to be aimless sluts. They were conniving, lying, hollow, aimless sluts. He liked his sluts to have some direction. Sad thing was there wasn't any at his job or with the site, he wasn't even sure if there was anyone left in the city.

He began to sneer a bit in Lovie's direction as she held the bouquet close to her torso and smiled in the bride and grooms' direction. Lovie must be just like them he thought. He stared at her hair and silently bet it was a weave just like her eyes. He did a silent "humph" and shifted, as he was certain that her eyes couldn't be really grey. He swallowed hard and figured he'd still fuck her if he had the chance. He could spot plastic surgery of any kind thanks to the line of work he was in, and he could tell she was the real McCoy as far as the body went. Eli's voice cut into his thoughts and shook him from his trance, "Quentin! The ring?" Quentin scrambled through his pockets and after the fourth pocket he found the ring and smiled apologetically while Cindy sneered and everyone else snickered. He was so deep in thought he forgot he was at a wedding, nevertheless in one. He looked up and found Lovie's smiling eyes on him and couldn't help but smile back.




Beautician and the Beast Pt. 01



Once the wedding was over, everyone scrambled around so furiously he didn't even see when or where Lovie left. He knew she wasn't in the building because when he went back to the room she changed in, her clothes were gone but the dress she wore lay delicately over the arm of a chair. He lifted the material to his nostrils and inhaled white lotus, green gardenia, and jasmine notes, which set his head aspin. The reception was torture at best. He danced with all the cock hungry whores he had past liaisons with and other cock hungry whores he hadn't. Some were cute, and others were even beautiful, but they weren't Lovie. He spotted Eli duck into the reception hall's restrooms and he followed in tow. As Eli left the stall he found Quentin propped against the sink with his arms folded over his chest with a mischievous smile.

Eli walked to the sink next to Quentin and just laughed. "Which one?"

Quentin smiled broadly, "What?"

"I know that look. Which one you got your eye on?"

"What look?"

"The 'look' you get when you've found a new one to break in, and congrats man...you haven't wanted to train some one in awhile. So who is it? Please tell me it isn't one of the cousins." Eli groaned as he straightened with disgust.

"Hell no! I'm actually curious about Olivia."

Eli paused from washing his hands before he answered, "Still? All that time together and you couldn't close the deal?"

"Yeah...I mean no...I mean... I need more time and more info that's why I'm talking to you, dip shit."

"What do you want to know?"

"Her name...you never told me about her name."

Eli propped against the sink alongside his best friend, "Alright, well she doesn't have a clit in the back of her throat but apparently she loves sucking cock."

Quentin smiled, "That's it?"

"She's a virgin." Eli said offhandedly

"But you just said..."

"I know what I said...the reason she's a virgin is 'cus she loves sucking cock, so much so she never got around to giving it up." He ended the comment with a light back handed slap to Quentin's chest.

"Are you serious!"

"It's what Cindy tells me."

"Nice." Quentin's eyes got a glazed over look

"Look Quentin...Cindy also tells me she likes to keep it that way and that she also doesn't know entirely what we do."

"Cindy says a lot of things and I figured she didn't..." He still had the glazed look.

"You fucking dog, you better not let Cindy know!" Eli laughed.

"Relax...I'm gonna close the deal while you guys are on your honeymoon."

*~*~

He needled the address of the salon that Lovie worked for from Eli. Once he got home he went straight for his closet for old magazines he kept of girls he jacked off to. His collection mostly comprised of black men's magazines with models with big asses. Thanks to Cindy he was able to snag all the main ones on the new stands and get subscriptions so they could just be sent to his house. The first one he picked out already had what he looked for. "Ms. Estelle Baker. Freak-a-leak or no...you decide" the caption read with a Lovie look-a-like sprawled across the cover. Only thing was her breasts were bigger and her ass was a little smaller than Lovie's plus her eyes were brown instead of grey. Estelle had a fuller top lip and higher cheek bones. They were monozygotic so they strongly resembled each other. He then loosened his tie as he slumped on his bed to flip through the old issue of 'Smooth'. He smiled with the thoughts of what he wanted to do to Lovie as he ran fingers over the picture. He remembered where he recognized her from now, from her sisters' photos in the magazines. He jacked off to her more than five times in the past putting her to be one of his favorites. Being around Lovie though he can definitely say he's more interested in the twin he walked down the aisle that day. Now he definitely had to have her. He pulled the address that was written across a napkin out of his pocket and stared at it. He absently ran his hand through his sooty colored like hair.

"I think I'm due for a hair cut." he grinned.

Chapter Two

Lovie sat at her booth in the front of the salon and stared at herself in the mirror. After the wedding the day before she rushed home to find out if her moonlighting job came through, which it didn't. Then there was the thought of that devastatingly handsome man she walked down the aisle with. She wondered why he looked at her so funny. He looked, sounded, and smelled like trouble. Good trouble but trouble nonetheless. But, she saw the look he gave her in the wedding and it chilled her bones. She didn't let it get to her; she called her friend, Cassie, and her sister Estelle so they could paint the town red. Slowly that shade of red turned orange when dawn hit. Her first client wasn't due until 11:45 that morning so it wasn't a problem. It gave her at least five hours of sleep. Unfortunately she slept until 11:30. She brushed her teeth, showered, and ran some light hair oils through her long flowing waves to smooth frizz. She barely had a chance to change so she settled on the jeans she wore two days ago and a tight coral V-neck midriff-baring top. Lovie got up and checked on Mrs. McCaffery and decided she needed more time under the dryer. She slumped back in her chair and looked out the window. Lovie couldn't take working for another bitch like Louise. She decided she was in better shape if she were in business for herself like she was on the west coast. Now that her sister was off her break from modeling it wouldn't make sense to move back and besides she didn't want to, she liked it there. Lovie looked closer across the street and squinted at the man that leaned against the building and smoked a cigarette. He looked familiar with his dark denim jeans with black shoes, a plain white tee and dark lensed classic Ray-bans. She straightened up when she recognized who it was.

~*~*~*

He watched her when she sat back down heavily. He wondered what bothered her so and made her look so sad. Maybe just homesick he concluded. She came from a big family, which he found out by reading all the little articles and little bio blurbs he could find on her sister that p.s. wasn't much. He did find out that they grew up with strong morals and her sister waited till her wedding night to have sex, but if the tale about her obsession held true then they can't be total prudes. He knew she had one client in already because he called at nine to find out if she'd be available that day. Quentin decided to bide his time and waited for the woman to leave. He thought she looked so innocent and vulnerable which made him smirk in excitement. He hadn't seen that in a girl in his ten years of being a Dom. He wondered if that look of innocence mirrored her demeanor. He got those vibes in church but then again they were in a church. The tattoo was a dead ringer for otherwise though, but that was okay, he liked a little dark innocence...in every sense of the phrase.

Damn, she spotted him!

He didn't want to make himself that obvious but the cat was out of the bag now. He'd just turn on the charm and throw her a few compliments and he'd be the judge of how "pure" Lovie really was by that night. She turned her head away from the window as if someone took her attention away. Good he thought, now he could finally go in and wait for her and get a better look. Since he saw her bobbing up the sidewalk with her coffee in one hand and a bagel lodged in her mouth, he'd been outside. He sat in the diner and watched through the parallel view of the windows and he enjoyed a leisurely lunch. After that, he came outside to get a better look and took a smoke.

Three cigarettes later, he was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. The way she moved around her client. She gave her full attention to the style and showed focus on her face. She had clips in her hair with it in disarray. Bobby pins dripped from her full lips. He actually was turned on as he watched her work. He dropped the cigarette under his shoe and stepped across the street just as she finished. He walked in the shop with a burst of loud urban music that came at him. There was a waiting area with shelves of products adorned all over it in strategic displays. Through the cracks of the shelves he made out Lovie's outline. He heard the older woman's compliments to her about her hair while Lovie sounded distant, like she wasn't listening. She was by the window as she spoke and he smiled. He realized that it was him she searched out. "May I help you?" The blonde called which drew his attention away. She had a syrupy smile as her eyes washed over him. She leaned in and puckered her smallish boobs together in her low cut halter-top. She dragged the tip of her ballpoint over her lips that let him know she liked what she saw. He got the sad point and silently sighed as he approached the counter.

"I'd like to get my hair cut." He said as he turned his head in Lovie's direction.

"Um...Mylie will be open soon."

"I'd like Olivia if I could."

"Well she's with a client right now..." She began as the comment seeped with animosity.

"Then I'll wait." He said simply and turned to face her with a stare that dared her to say anything more.

"I-I-I don't know how long it will be." She looked hypnotized then shook it from her head and continued, "I mean she's..." She leaned in to him, "She's kinda slow so you may be waiting for awhile." She finished with a snide smile. Just as he was about to tell the girl he didn't give a fuck how long it would take, Mrs. McCaffery crashed right into him as she said her byes to Lovie. Her purse exploded on the ground and he bent to help the woman with the contents. This caused everyone's attention to go in their direction and Lovie walked from behind the shelf and he looked up from the mess and caught her stare. She was shocked when their eyes connected to each other. Her first reaction was to run and hide but instead she went to her knees to help.

"Oh, I'm so sorry sweetie. I was too busy running my mouth and I didn't even see you." Mrs. McCaffery's high-pitched voice needled into their brains and knocked them from their trance. Lovie continued to help pick up the stuff and made no more eye contact as he comforted the woman then assured her that it was probably his fault in some way. He didn't take his eyes off of Lovie the whole time, even when they all stood. Mrs. McCaffery talked as Lovie tried to free her hair from the prison of clips.

As Mrs. McCaffery thanked her again while she left the building, Quentin turned to the receptionist and said in the most hardened tone he could muster, "Thanks for your help...I think I can take it from here now." He turned back to Lovie who still refused the tip her client pushed into the pocket of her jeans. She turned and found herself face to face with the yummy best man from the day before again. When she hadn't seen him across the street she figured he was gone or even she imagined the whole thing. But now here he was big and bold as shit and stared directly at the middle of her chest. She slowly followed his gaze and wanted to kick herself immediately. She guessed remembering all the clips in her hair was hard because she forgot about the one huge clip that hung in the middle of her cleavage. She quickly slipped the plastic apparatus from her top and as she did so, Louise walked by and gave a "humph." Lovie's eyes lowered, she hated giving that woman any reason to look down her nose at her.

This wasn't lost on Quentin and he eyed the older lady and figured she gave Lovie a hard time on the regular just by her reaction. He walked up to Lovie with a debonair swagger and had his one hitter quitter line ready to wheel her in but when she looked up at him with saddened eyes, he went to pieces, "Um...Hi." He coughed into his hand before he offered it to her.

"Hi" she returned and just stared at the limb with a questionably look. He realized that his cootie-infected hand wasn't the one he meant to offer; hell he didn't even mean to shake her hand at all. He was in too deep now so he switched hands with a gruff chuckle and she followed suit with an extended hand and laughed at his mistake as well. Her cherub cheeks added catch light to her eyes caused by her smile. The green flecks glowed through the grey pigments as they continued to shake hands. They were butter to his rough hot steel digits. He pulled her fingers to his lips, looked down at her French tips and compared them to her matching toes that peeked delicately from her sandals. 'She better be perfect from the tips of fingers to the bottoms of her feet!' The words of his father rang in his head; this was the advice he'd given him on how he would know he was in love. This was of course in sarcasm, but he couldn't wait to tell his father's headstone that maybe he had found the eighth wonder of the world. They still stood in the lobby holding hands before Lovie noticed that everyone stared at her.

"Eh...Quentin, what are you doing here?" she said a little above a whisper.

"Oh! Yeah...I came for a hair cut why else?" he was startled back to reality because his fantasy took him to a land of green pastures with a blanket spread out on the ground and her naked form lying there waiting.

"Oh." The disappointment in her voice was evident to both of them and they both kicked themselves. "Well let's get you all set up here." She pulled him to her booth and he stumbled a long the way from the view of her ass. He looked at her front for so long he forgot about her back, and jeez what a back it was. The way she sauntered around him once he was in the chair put another check in his book that she knew exactly what she was doing. Cock tease. His gaze of her went dark again as she pushed him around in her chair. She cloaked him in a cutting cape and spun him around again so he faced the mirror. "Too tight?"

"Huh?" He shook from his reverie once more.

"The cape sweetie...is it too tight." She looked him in the eye in the mirror.

"No, just fine." He blushed a bit because she called him "sweetie" and he shifted in his seat. He'd never blushed over some girl nevertheless from something she said. "So, got any ideas? I'm so bored with it." He said this in an effeminate manner and he was rewarded with her lyrical laugh. She shook gently and it rippled her chest.

"I was about to ask you the same thing." She slowly ran her hands through his hair. "I mean I love the way it is now." She looked at his hair with a thinker's brow and didn't notice his hand slip under the cape. He closed his eyes for a second as he squeezed the bulge in his jeans. He moaned a bit and her attention went back to his eyes in the mirror.

He cleared his throat, "Are you saying I don't need a haircut?" It was his best defense to cover up the moan.

Before she could answer, Louise poked her head from around the mirror and startled both of them. "Girl what are you trying to do? Lose more money for me! The customer is always right!"

"Louise I..."

"Nuh uh, you barely have a clientele now. So step your game up and do your job!" With that Louise stormed off to the other side of the salon. While all the other girls and their clients stared with amused eyes, Lovie was mortified and furious. Her squinted eyes, flared nostrils, and clenched fists were evident to that. She couldn't take it anymore. In a surreal moment, it was like she split into two people and one of her selves couldn't stop the other in time as she stalked off after Louise.

"You know what Louise?" Lovie called out to the stocky woman who turned to her name. "I didn't sign up for this shit! You give me a busted booth with sparks flying at my customers. When you do grace me with maintenance from your mediocre excuse for a functioning human of a son, the problem ends up worse than before. You've ran all my clientele away and then you have the audacity to say, 'step my game up.' Honey, I can comfortably tell you now...fuck you and your game!" With that she snatched her purse up and began to fill it with all her things, or as much as she could. Louise continued to sputter and cursed at the back of Lovie's head. A shocked Quentin nudged a corner of his mouth and a new outlook on his broken flower was renewed. She hiked the bag over her shoulder and walked to the door. She touched the handle then turned to him where he sat in the chair. "Coming?

~*~*~*

They sat face to face in a dimly lit martini bar. After they left the salon he offered to take her home. She wasn't too out of herself to see that wouldn't have been the best thing to do...at least not then. They'd just ordered a drink and now they sat in silence. She cleared her throat; she decided to get the ball rolling. "I'm sorry about that..."

"No don't worry about it. I admire you."

"Me? That was totally unprofessional. I swear I've never done anything like that before."

He couldn't help but think that there was a lot that she's never done before and at the same time there wasn't. A plan started to form but he decided to bide his time and continue to chat her up. "She was the unprofessional one. I could never imagine doing my employees like that in front of other people." As he said that, their drinks were set in front of them.

"Employees? What do you do Quentin?" She sipped her drink and the last swig smacked on her full lips. Her tongue licked out to capture the fallen liquid. He mentally whistled at how skilled she was with her mouth and he could tell by the way it snaked out then back like the serpent in the Garden of Eden. His eyes roamed over her ever so slightly smirked top lip, to the tip of her button nose, up to her interrogating light eyes. He went back to his senses, he wanted to come up with something to tell her but he didn't want to lie either.

He cleared his throat and shifted in his seat, "Um...I'm co-owner of a production company of...mature natured...or adult...yeah adult is a better word." He stammered out. He couldn't believe what this woman evoked in him. He hadn't been that tongue tied since junior prom. He looked up to her eyes and saw a playful look stare back at him. He reciprocated the look and took another slug of his drink to get some of the jitters down. How was he ever to assert himself on her if he was more on edge than her? To kick it up a notch he said flatly, "Porn. I produce porn." He set her with a challenged gaze.

"Are you in any of them?"

"Of course. How can I ask someone to be naked on camera if I can't do it myself?"

She nodded solemnly and he was surprised how well she took the news until she asked, "So what kind of porn is it?" He was caught off guard again. He didn't think she'd get past the porn thing but now that she had he didn't even think that she'd ask what kind.

He mentally sighed before he answered, "All kinds but it's BDSM mostly." He heard her take a sharp intake of breath.

"That's what Cindy is doing now?" She said in an amused tone, she knew she'd done some adult work but never thought she was a regular player. Quentin tasted his foot and shut his eyes. He couldn't believe he let Cindy's secret slip. Oh well, she'd be okay. He just gave a sheepish grin and nodded once and she fell in a fit of laughter. The rhythmic flow of her hilarity was like music to his ears and his eyes drifted down to her bouncing cleavage. "Oh...my...god." She breathed through her laughter, "I can't wait to tell my sister." This was Quentin's chance.

"So is it just you and your sister?"

"No she's my twin but there are fourteen of us all together. Four girls and ten boys." He choked on a piece of ice as she laughed at him once more. "Yep, my parents had seven of us, one set of triplet boys and two sets of twin girls and adopted six more rusty butt boys as my mom would say. They felt like they had too much love to give but the house didn't quite agree."

"I bet!" he chuckled back at her. "So you guys are close?"




Beautician and the Beast Pt. 01



"Well we had to be. If not we'd all be dead and one would be the survivor." She giggled. "What about you? Are you the only child?"

"Actually I also have a twin. But it's just me and him."

She squealed, "Really!" He couldn't help but laugh at her. If any other woman were to do that, he made up in his mind to make sure he was never the cause of that sound again. With her, he'd love to see if he could make her squeal like that over and over again as he used other means to get that sound.

He nodded at her and took another swig of his drink, "Yeah, but we haven't talked in years." The sadness in his voice tugged at her heart. He sensed the instant downer and added "But my parents are retired in Florida...happily awaiting grandchildren." It was meant to cover up his sadness but it only came out more bitter. Since his brother was estranged, the burden of grandchildren was solely on him. Not too bad a problem to shoulder, but he just wished they acknowledged they had another son. Maybe even looked for him, so they could be a family again.

"Oh I'm sorry to hear that." She reached over and touched his hand, and there was no mistaking the electricity between the two this time. They locked eyes for a moment before she tried to break the contact and diverted her eyes and pulled away first. He had another idea; he challenged her and followed her gaze and caught her hand in his and opened it palm up then laid a tiny kiss to her soft flesh. Her breath caught in her throat and her chest heaved which drew his attention to her tits. He licked his lips and drew a ragged breath. He let the wolf show through his eyes as they searched hers that clouded over like twister weather. "What are you doing?"

"Calming that storm you got in your head." He soothed. The tip of her upper left lip lifted in subconscious acceptance of his challenge. Quentin's curious smirk made his hold on her hand slack and she took no time as the hand slipped from his grasp effortlessly. It went to her collarbone and as she aimlessly rubbed at it. He knew he had her right where he wanted her despite her new resonance of someone about to call him out on something.

"It's funny you say storm, cause that's the same thing I can say about you. Or maybe not so much a storm but...I don't know. More like a caged animal." Her eyes lifted a bit as she spoke which made her point to seem nonchalant. "I mean all through the wedding I couldn't tell if you wanted to kill me or kiss me." How could he explain to her that all women used men till they were done with them? How could he explain that even though she started to get to him he still thought she was like the rest of those women? How could he explain that he silently wished she really wasn't? Instead he decided to come up with some bullshit answer that would turn it around on her.

"I was in church Lovie. I couldn't just hit on you there. Of course I was, and still am I might add, attracted to you. Plus you left right after the wedding. I never had a chance to talk to you the way I wanted."

"Is that why you were watching me from across the street of the salon earlier today?"

'Damn!'

"I was walking down the street after a business lunch and I saw you in the window..." 'yeah right!' "You looked so lost in thought that I suppose I just got lost in you." He smiled inwardly as her face softened a bit. She couldn't tell if he just blew smoke to get what he wanted or if he meant it. She shouldn't care either way because most men were the same. All thought she was ready to spread her thighs and give them they're moment's desire because she looked the way she did. Being the twin sister of one of the most sought after hip hop models in the business was an honor on most days but a curse on days like this. Yeah she could have her pick of almost any man she wanted but that didn't amount to a hill of beans if they couldn't respect her no sex rule. Deep down she knew that was bullshit too, because truly all she needed was the right man with the unlocking key. She just hadn't found him yet. It wasn't exactly love that she was looking for but it would be nice. She looked in his eyes as they moved all around her. Lovie wanted nothing more than to surrender to whatever it is he commanded from her. She hated the stigma of slut that followed her just because of her looks but something in his haunting gaze said he saw more. "So why not a model like your sister. I bet twins like you would take the world by the balls."

"Nah...I'm not into the spot light like my sister. The business is way too shady for me; I rather work in the background. Estelle claims she's only in it for the money but I know it secretly gets her off." She caught herself and felt bad that she talked about her sister's profession on top of touching on his and looked down her nose at it. "I mean...I don't have the right demeanor." He only smiled at her to ease her mind of him being offended.

"Well I think you'd make a more than fine fetish model." She blushed and covered the side of her mouth slightly with her hand.

"My mom would love that. She threatened to have a heart attack after Estelle's first spread." She laughed nervously as she looked down at her watch. "Jeez, it's almost four. I should get going, I'll pay for drinks." She placed a palm on the table, the other in the air and called the waiter over. Her attention was dragged back to him as he took her hand. She met his stern stare and her breath got caught in her throat again.

"Then I'll pay for dinner." He wasn't making a suggestion with his tone. It was an out and out command that dared her to say no. His unraveled look made her gaze unblinking. She had to think of something before she would be this lady-killer's next victim.

"I really don't feel like going to a restaurant and I already have some chicken thawing at my apartment so..."

"Good, so what time should I come over?"

"W-what?" She stammered.

"Or would you like to come over to my place for dinner?" His tone and glare resembled a hungry dog and it was clear that she'd be on the menu. She shook her head still unblinking and she knew if they went to her place she wouldn't have to worry so much about finding a way to maneuver around him if he decided to pounce. The waiter came over with the tab and she threw some money down and told him to keep the change. After he left she quickly rattled off her address and number before she left the table, hopefully too fast for him to keep up. He chuckled at her back as the light from outside spilled in the bar. It didn't matter if she said her address too fast or not because he already had it. He could see in her eyes that she didn't trust him and least of all herself. He nodded his approval as he finished the liquor drenched ice cubes. It's better when they doubt themselves before he convinced them that he could take all that doubt away. Tonight was his night and he was going find out just how far she could go.

Chapter Three

"I know you're screening your calls." Lovie almost yelled in the receiver of her phone. "Pick up Estelle." Lovie paced so hard and erratically that she got caught up in her phone line. Her modest loft apartment was small but it suited her taste. If she wanted to pack up and leave, it wouldn't have took much to, and the way things had been going she was probably about to contemplate another move. Estelle kept weird hours when she had to do promotional work for clubs and bars. This was part of the reason for her divorce. This only helped her decision to take a break from the business but Lovie didn't care, she needed her sister and that wasn't often, so that made Estelle obligated to pick up the phone. "Estelle...I-I'm having..." She took a deep breath before she finished. She wished her best friend Cassie was here but she was on tour with Beyonce in Europe and wouldn't be back for another month. The main reason why she didn't go to her sister was because she seemed more and more like her mother with their constant bombardment in her love life. It became so annoying she started to avoid her sister just as she started with her mother. "There's this guy-"

Almost immediately she heard an answering machine beep and the receiver picked up, "Man troubles eh? How interesting." Her sister grinned so hard that Lovie sensed it.

"Oh so you were home huh?"

"Listen chick, I never said I wasn't. Now don't change the subject. Tell me the Who, What, and Where'." Lovie took a big breath before she went through the specifics of the day before and that day. "Wow! Well if it's any consolation, you did the right thing with that stupid bitch at the salon."

"Thanks but what about Quentin."

"Wait a minute, I was getting there! Honestly, I think you're fucked."

"That obvious?"

"Well it just seems like he's so out of your league sweetie and..."

"I resent that!"

"Resent all you want but you know what I mean. Haven't you learned that you can't do everything Cindy does...so what now? You want to marry a porn purveyor all in the name of Cindy doing it first?"

Lovie knew what her sister was really hinting at and it irked her raw. With a huff she said, "First off, no one is trying to be like Cindy and you said you forgave her for that night Stelly," she paused, as she didn't want to talk about that night. "Is that why you really didn't come to the wedding?"

"No...I-I...I had a shoot." Estelle didn't want to get in the specifics because she'd never gotten around to telling her sister of her threesome with Eli and Cindy just before Lovie moved to the east coast. The incident with Lovie involving Cindy caused a sizable rift to occur in Estelle and Cindy's relationship. When she made her big move to the east she decided to squash it and repair the damage with her friend from high school. She'd just gone through a divorce and was looking to let loose a bit. Yet, in that vein of repairing an old friendship sowing wild oats, even Estelle had to agree maybe too took it too far. The result seemed to make their relationship stilted and awkward in front of others.

"Mmm hmm. Secondly, no one is talking about marriage here! I just want your advice not your commentary."

"Okay. You really like him seems to be the deal with this guy right?"

You're right." She conceded, "But you don't have to be so..."

"Honest? I just don't have enough time to sugar coat it, I'm painting my toes and my hands are next. All I'm saying now is just try to have a good time. If you're as attracted to this guy as much as I'm sensing, then be honest about the situation and just let it happen."

"You mean..."

"No not that gutter brain. I mean tell him your virginal situation and feel him out. Like I've always said, don't rush on account of what society says. If he's a legit guy he'll understand."

"Says the one who lost hers' first." Lovie slumped in her shoulders. She didn't want it to but being a virgin at such an age kind of embarrassed her. She watched "The 40 Year Old Virgin" and it was funny to her until Steve Carrell went into how and why he was still a virgin in the first place. She couldn't help but sympathize with him. Between growing up in a religious household until her family moved away from her sanctified grandmother on her father's side when she was 15, being a tomboy most of her life, and wanting to find the right guy it just worked against her. One day she woke up and looked in the mirror and said, "Why don't you try losing that scuncii girl...Okay how about the white T? Good that didn't hurt did it? Oh you know how your profession, that thing you deem your career, is styling hair? Let's see if you can work that same magic on your own head." It all worked out for the best in the end and it gave her the confidence to take control over her love life. She dropped two of the three guards that kept her maidenhead in tack, but held firmly to the 'finding the right man' part.

By her 18th birthday she found a healthy quencher to hold her over. Quite simply, she loved giving head. She loved the look, touch, and taste of cock and felt a weird kinship with the organ that never made it past her mouth job. She felt as if she was a very sexual person and was curious about more than she cared to admit. The act was just as good as if it were actual sex...So she thought as it made her come as well. The problem was she couldn't find the right man to show her a new way to come.

Lovie slumped back in her chair and she thought about her upcoming birthday. Christ on a cracker, she was almost 24 and couldn't pull the trigger because she couldn't find someone to aim it at. Estelle's voice broke in her thoughts, "Honey, in my opinion, I think you're putting too much pressure on the situation. Just enjoy!" Like an act of fate, the buzzer rung from the intercom system and she jumped.

"Look I gotta go, bye!"

"Call me lat-!" Estelle's voice fleeted as the receiver clicked to the hook. Another urgent ring is heard through the large space. She was still tangled in the phone cords as she moved to the voice box.

"Who is it?"

"It's me." He growled with a determined air. It sent a shocked chill down her spine and instinctively she buzzed him up. She managed to get herself out of the cords just as he knocked on the door. She let him in and he carried a bag with groceries in it. She eyed it and him coolly before she followed him as he looked around her place. His hair was a bit more mussed than early and fell over his ears with a boyish charm. His pecs rippled under the light weight slightly tight fitting pullover navy crew shirt he donned next to his charcoal slacks that hugged his thighs, ass and groin just right. He hadn't said a word yet and it made her nervous. She's suddenly self-conscious about her surroundings. They flowed to the small kitchen, where he sat the bag down. He went to her refrigerator and stared into the light. He got out the necessary things then sat them on the counter next to the other groceries. Quentin clapped his hands together before he finally acknowledged her presence. The loud smack startled her to attention as he talked, "I've decided to cook for you. I'm making my favorite, chicken Parmesan. I know you'll love it. While I'm getting it ready though, you're going to go freshen up and relax a little."

Listening to him talk in such a way that made her blood boil in both good and bad ways. With a more sweetly laced tone, he cooking for her and telling her to take a relaxing bath would be romantic. Instead he said it like he gave her 'permission' to do things that she planned on doing regardless. Who the hell did he think he was anyway? Maybe she didn't want to use her chicken for that. Before she could stop him, he already had the sauce heating and the chicken floured. She closed her mouth and figured it was too late now and let him continue. He lifted his head up at her with a 'you're still here?' look. It dissipated to a seductive gleam, "Do you need help?"

"No! I mean. I could just take a simple shower and come back and help you." As she talked, he made his way toward her and took lazy strides as her form trembled. God he loved when they shook like kittens out of the rain. He stopped maybe six inches from her person and leaned in for the kill. 'So much for home field advantage.' She thought. Lovie decided to go with it and take her sister's advice. She leaned in with closed eyes to allow his lips to take over hers. He inwardly chuckled at her as he picked up the apron hanging on a nail just behind her. Before he pulled back, he took another quick glance at her face. She looked like a black Venus De Milo...a pure study of perfection. He breathed raggedly as he continued his path back to the now bubbling sauce.

She straightened up and opened her eyes to the sound of his hissed curses about the sauce. He didn't look at her; he braced himself against her sink. With his back to her he said, "I have everything under control here." It sounded like he gnashed his teeth slightly.

"But --" She took a step towards him but his words stopped her in her tracks.

"Just go and take a relaxing bath...please sweetie?" His hand tightened around a dishrag. "I just want to do something nice for you." He looked over one shoulder with an almost pleading look in his profile stance. She nodded and quickly trotted to her bathroom. As he listened to the water run, he began to chop the vegetables for the salad. He kept his eye haphazardly to the chicken and noodles and tried to keep his mind off of his total lack of control on this situation. He hadn't figured out why this girl was so different. He wanted to be her first and...her only. Being her first great love...his passion for dominance then bubbled to the surface. He wanted to walk her beautiful figure to the brink of euphoria wrought by pleasure and pain. He could see himself as he kissed her tears away after a long scene was played and drew her bath to ease her muscles and settle 'love marks' from their play.

As he put the finishing touches on the meal, the door opened and revealed a freshly bathed Lovie. As she walked over to the bar counter top to her place setting, she fiddled aimlessly with the hem of her skirt. She dodged his direct eye contact and wondered if it was a good idea to wear what she had on. It was a deep purple jersey knit dress with a low neckline and a baby doll silhouette. The back was open with an intricate spider web strappy appearance. When she picked it out originally she felt confident in the soft material as well as comfortable. One minute under his scrutinizing eyes and she felt the total opposite now. She continued to play with her hem when she took a seat; she revealed a creamy thigh to him as he took the seat next to her. She still couldn't face his glare and wondered how a man could actually come in her house and make her feel like a stranger. She looked to the food and was pleasantly surprised. The food looked to be more than edible even mouth watering. "Everything looks wonderful Quentin. Thank you so much."

"And you look even better so I should be thanking you."

The admission genuinely warmed her and she blushed a little. Guys told her all the time that she's pretty in many different ways and degrees and even though she believed it as well, the finality in his voice made her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. He took a knife and began to spear into his chicken. That indicated that time for talk was over and eating shall commence. She followed suit with fumbled hands, and almost dropped the knife several times. She hated to bumble around him; he must have thought she was ditzy. That's what most men thought when they first approached her. When she shut them down with a smidgen of intelligence, she usually walked away satisfied. With him though, not only did Lovie turn into what her caricature exuded but also she did it in front of someone she was attracted to. A feeling she hadn't had in years. After the third failed attempt to properly cut into the chicken he looked over at her with amusement. He obviously enjoyed the show and he said, "Is your chicken too tough?"

She smiled meekly and simply answered, "No. I can handle it." He looked over at the bottle of wine he forgot to pour sitting next to his plate.

"Wine?" Before she answered he tilted the bottle to her glass and filled it halfway. She nodded her thanks and as he pulled away his thumb brushed against her breast, then grazed her left nipple. She stilled as he continued on to pour himself a glass. Her heart rate shot up so fast she felt the blood boil in her veins. When his hand felt her nipple he was surprised to find no bra. The only thing he heard was her moan of pleasure. His head snapped to the heavenly sound to watch her as she chewed with her eyes closed.

"This is unbelievable." She groaned out. His cock began to throb in his pants from her heated sounds to his food.




Beautician and the Beast Pt. 02



Chapter Six

The next morning, Quentin woke to the hiss and vibrations of his phone on the nightstand closer to Lovie. The ringing became increasingly annoying to him, and then the memories from the night before flooded him. He grabbed his phone over her and didn't stop to think that he may have disturbed her sleep, which he did. She groggily moaned and he paused with a twinge of guilt then jumped from the bed and answered gruffly, "Hello?" He purposely had his back to her as she stirred upright. His accountant's words filled his brain for a delay of processing because he still couldn't believe he slipped the way he did. Letting her sleep over? What was he thinking? He could feel her eyes as they burned holes in the back of his head. The mere mention of his brother made him perk up, "What Larry?"

"Quentin have you heard a thing I've said? You're brother, Guy has been sniffing around the estate in Connecticut. The P.I. said the neighbors saw him and thought it was you." Quentin rose to his feet and walked out of the room with not one look at Lovie. Lovie hoped the phone call wasn't an emergency; she didn't want anything conflicting with the progress they've made. She smiled to herself as she jumped in the shower without a clue of his newfound doubts.

She was in full swing of Marc Bolan's "Hot Love" when she cut the water and heard more of Quentin as he yelled from all the way downstairs. "Larry I don't give a fuck how you find him! ...I know you're not my lawyer! .... I purposely didn't take his name off that property so he would show his face! ...Fucking handle it!" Lovie gravitated to the top of the staircase to listen down to him scream. He suddenly threw the phone on a nearby chair that indicated that the conversation was over. He wore only flannel pajama pants that were slung low on his tone hips. He slumped down to his sofa he'd been pacing in front of the whole time. He buried his head in his hands; he knew he shouldn't be worried with his stubborn scheming brother, that's why he paid people to do that. He had bigger issues like the brown lovely that lingered at the top of the stairs. With a huff he called up, "Don't you have anything better to do than to listen in on personal phone calls?" Lovie jumped from being caught and from the sting of the remark. He refused to look up at her as he said this and she understood all too well what happened. Now he was scared. Anger stung her eyes as she skipped down the stairs and directly to the door. He called, "Where do you think you're going?"   

With a coolness that frightened them both she said, "I've got supplies to get." She gave him the same courtesy he gave her in that she didn't turn to look at him, she's too afraid she'd break down in front of him.

His jaw tightened as he ground his teeth and looked at her back, "Go talk to Haviland...there's an expense card for the business. And go to AT&T and pick out a company phone." She turned slightly so he could make out her profile and her lip trembled before she nodded. A big whoosh of breath blew from his diaphragm when she left. He instantly regretted the way he treated her. When Lovie got downstairs, Havi noticed something wrong when she gave her the card and it's info but couldn't ask her because Lovie was out the door so fast.

Havi just slinked into her seat with a worried look for her new friend as she left. Almost like a choreographed move, the elevator rung and Quentin barreled out of the doors with panic on his face, no shirt and still in his pj pants. Havi smirked on the inside from how shaken Lovie had her boss. He turned to Havi who now smiled full on at him. He opened his mouth to ask her if Lovie's been by but he thought against it and closed his lips. Havi just went to the keyboard and typed with concentration on the screen, "She just left boss man." He nodded and he turned back to the glass. He hoped to catch a glimpse of her, "...And she looked like something was bothering her." He looked back at his employee as she still typed but now her gaze was toward him with a raise in her brow.

"Ah...Havi, let me know when Lovie gets back." He said as he went back to the elevator and pushed the button to go up.

"What if she doesn't want you to know?" Havi asked innocently. Quentin just locked her with a glare before the doors closed him up and he disappeared.

*~*~

"You keep frowning like that and you'll look like Aunt Honey after her fifth husband." Lovie looked up from her drink in front of the same bistro from the day before, this time on the lanai. A woman who closely resembled herself stood over her with a broad smile. Lovie reciprocated and stood to embrace her sister. Several men nearby nearly stumbled over each other as they sat down which in turn made them laugh, "Gotta love an entrance like that!" Estelle picked up her sisters new iPhone and nodded with appreciation, "About time you got a cell!" She picked up her sister's water for a sip and grabbed the menu. Sometimes Stelle and Lovie were as different as night and day and it's those differences that they clung onto the most in a family that had more than one multiple births. Lovie was inherently shy unless pushed while Estelle was nothing if not a mouthpiece of her opinions 24/7. She didn't keep anything inside and for that Lovie went to her to find her voice whenever she had a problem. They ate while Lovie relayed everything that happened since the last time they talked. Estelle listened the whole time with no utterance of shock or disapproval until they walked around in Sephora.

"Am I overreacting?" Lovie said with a huff and a pleading look. Estelle was testing perfume and held her wrist out for her sister to smell. Lovie took a whiff and turned her nose up.

"Yeah too musky..." Estelle mumbled before she sprayed another on the other wrist, "What about..."

"Stelly!" Lovie was all but having a tantrum at this point as she whined.

"Alright, alright...no, you're not overreacting. You're foundation is just settling." Estelle moved on to the Carol's Daughter section with Lovie close in toe.

"You wanna shed a little more light on that sis?"

With a frustrated sigh Estelle turned to her sister, "Every relationship has its moments of working kinks out. And with the very...delicate and unique nature of your situation..." She paused to chuckle and Lovie's eyes narrowed at her as she continued, "I'm sorry, it just seems like you guys have been moving at a really accelerated pace so...you said he was scared right?"

"I don't know that for sure it's just a hunch."

"Honey, most of the time that's all you need to unlock the complexities of man...or lack there of."

They began to laugh as Lovie put another item in her basket and stopped, "But how should I act now? It'll be weird."

"You have to talk to him about it."

"I don't think I can be the one to initiate it."

"Well put it like this...if he doesn't bring it up and starts kissing on you, how are you gonna feel?"

"Pissed!" Lovie spat louder than she wanted to and other shoppers looked over at her.

"Exactly! So you better be the one to initiate it if he doesn't. If he is serious about everything he says he'll see the problem and want to rectify the situation." Estelle waited for Lovie's expression to lighten a bit before she gave her shoulders a squeeze then she moved to another aisle, "Now let's talk about my wallet and how I shouldn't get anything."

Lovie laughed, "You shouldn't buy anything but you should probably be saving that talk for the next store." Estelle stopped and looked at her sister with a look that said, "continue". "We're going to the M.A.C. store after this." Lovie laughed harder as Estelle mimicked almost passing out.

*~*~

Lovie moved past the doors with several bags hung on her arms. A cheery blonde with smoky eye makeup and a nose ring asked if she needed help and she politely declined as she moved to the elevator. She went up to her floor and thanked god that she's so lucky for having the family she has in all their support despite everything that's happened with her and her choices. She's even more thankful that her sister was there and even though she felt more comfortable with Cassie she knew that the "real talk" sense that her sister took was what she needed while Cassie would be more of a ear for her to unload on. When she's on her floor she saw Drew by his computer being anti-social as always and spotted Havi and Stelle by the vanity talking intimately to one another. Stelle twirled Havi's lock of hair and they didn't notice Lovie when she came up on them as she shook her head, "Hey you two, wanna quit with the kissy face and help here?" They both jumped to her side to help with her bags. They all didn't notice Quentin when he slipped in from the elevator. He originally came to see the pictures from the day before but decided to listen in on the girls as they talked. He told Drew to take an early lunch and snuck over to the other side of the makeup area, hidden from sight. He couldn't believe he was even doing this but if he knew anything about women he knew it didn't take them long to start talking about men and what they did wrong. He just wanted to know if he's in the doghouse and if he needed to bring a blanket.

"Are you alright darlin'? How ya feelin'?" The southern drawl of Havi's was more prominent when she played the mama role. Stelle and Lovie took things out of bags and handed them to Havi to arrange.

Lovie smiled up to her, "Better than earlier." She said exasperatedly. She laughed genuinely to let them know she really was okay. "I talked with my sister and it made a world of difference." They decided to leave it at that and talked casually for a few more minutes. Quentin shrugged; relieved to know that she didn't take anything he did personally. He was about to come out and make up a story about how he was in the back prop room but stilled when he heard Stelle.

"I think to seal our newfound friendship with Queen Lovie here, we need to go out! What do you think baby?"

"Well most definitely, what's tonight? I think it's swirl night at Off The Couth." Havi chimed in and Stelle jumped up and down and clapped with excitement.

"Off The Couth? What's that?"

"It's a scene bar...everyone in the biz and the lifestyle goes. Tonight we can bring curious vanillas," Stelle beamed. Lovie started to interject that she wasn't vanilla but Stelle stopped her, "You've been in the lifestyle all of what... two days?" Lovie's brow furrows, "Hon this is just so you can get an inside peek of what you're getting yourself into."

Lovie started shaking her head with apprehension 'Little too late fore that', but Havi jumped in, "Stelle yer scarin' her!"

"I didn't mean to alarm. It's not as bad as it sounds; I just want to prepare you for some things you may see."

"Like what?" Lovie was very intrigued at this point.

"Ah, so you'll go?" Havi purred with a smile. Lovie just looked bashfully away but turned to Stelle so she could finish her answer.

"People playing out scenes, actual collared people being lead by their masters, bondage exhibits."

Havi lit a cigarette before she finished, "I know tha owner, and tha club is more of a haven for people into tha art of the lifestyle than actually gettin' their rocks off darlin'."

"D-Does Quen-"

"He has once or twice. He said it was nice but it's really not his scene." Havi exhaled. Quentin nodded; he would never of taken Lovie to a place like that, no offense. He just wanted her training to be untarnished by any outside 'help'.

"Lovie we don't have to go to that club, we just have an unlimited tab because of Havi's hook up is all." Stelle said as she read her apprehension.

Lovie thought a moment and everyone in the room, Quentin included, held their breaths for her answer. She's very curious but if Quentin didn't go she wondered if it's a good idea that she went. "I'll think about it...how much time do I have?"

"Well we start getting ready about six then have a late dinner so we'll say 5:30?" Stelle said as they moved towards the elevator doors, Lovie nodded as she checked the time. It's already 3:20 so that gave her time to talk with Quentin. "We're gonna go down to relieve the receptionist, call us?" Lovie nodded once more with a smile. They disappeared and she's left with her thoughts. Quentin had until 5:30 to convince her that she belonged in his arms and not eyeballed by "art enthusiasts". He smirked as he moved from his hiding spot. He walked up behind as she finished the arrangements of the supplies. He had a better view of her attire and approved generously as he licked his chops. She wore a pleated cap sleeved dress in a medium toned navy color with a black belt and a small back keyhole. It hit just above the knees that showed off her muscular calves. He felt foolish that he admired such a part of her body but the more he watched her the more every molecule was adorable, beautiful, or perfection in his eyes. He scanned up to her heart shaped behind and inwardly groaned. Her long hair was in an upsweep with clean parts that gave an overall professional appearance but with sex appeal. His eyes end on the back of her delicate neck and revealed another tattoo he'd never noticed. It's a patch of petals swirled in a whirlwind from a single flower.

His desire got the best of him and his only thought was to trace a finger over the markings. He did just that and instead of greeting him with a jump and a scream, she melted more into his touch after a slight arrest in her stance. Lovie already knew who it was because she felt him when he came near. Just as she was about to bow her head to his submission her sister's advice shook her like a douse of cold water and she straightened then continued with her task as if she was unfazed. He moved his hand like it burned yet he watched her coolly. "You're still mad," he muttered with a light chuckle. That only pissed her off more as it set in that he had no intention of speaking about earlier nevertheless an apology.

"No it's not that...I-I just have plans tonight with the girls so we shouldn't get anything started."

His mouth tightened while he slowly turned her to face him. The vanity lights from the booth made globe like flares in her light eyes sparkle at him with everything she didn't say directly: passion, anger, desire, indifference. "Cancel them." He softly said as he lifted her chin more towards his mouth. She didn't break away but when he pressed his lips to hers there was no return pressure and he could tell that she was serious. He leaned back but didn't break eye contact the whole time. "No?" She simply shook her head "no" then moved away from him. It stunned him a bit. He couldn't believe she turned him down but he guessed that's what he got when he underestimated the female species. Once a sufficient amount of distance was between them she turned to lean on a nearby chair and crossed her arms for more effect of gumption. She was gorgeous when she looked like she's about to curse him out.

"I already promised," she fidgeted a bit but tried to keep it copasetic. He smirked as if he had her in the palm of his hand but the curiosity as to why she chose to lie to him made him want to play. Maybe after they had dinner he'd bring it up and get to punish her again. Quentin walked over and defied her to resist him after this; he took her in his arms and smothered her with a deep fiery kiss. She moaned and he groaned which was the only recourse for them both to know that they were weak for each other. Her tongue took over his dominating one; it licked the roof of his mouth then massaged every ripple. They both pulled back with lazy eye lids, which slowly drifted open and revealed their prizes. He smiled down into her flushed face and rubbed the back of her neck. He waited for her to say something like "I'll get my things" but instead she reciprocated the smile all the while never made one attempt to look down. "If I don't get in too late...I'll call you." With a deep swallow she moved away from him and over to the entrance. The last look she saw on his face was priceless: mouth and eyes wide open and a white tint left to his complexion. Once the doors closed she smirked like he did before he kissed her.

~*~*

"You what?" Havi and Stelle jumped from Lovie's sofa where they threw kernels of popcorn in each other's mouths. They listened to Lovie's story and she'd gotten to the part of how shocked Quentin was when she turned him down for the night. Their reactions confused her and she stopped putting on makeup long enough to look over at them.

"I left him there picking up his jaw." She said as she picked up a brush and continued with her makeup. They walked over to Lovie at her makeshift vanity. She stopped again as they took a spot on either side of her. "What's the big deal?"

"Darlin', the big deal is that once you've entered this lifestyle you gotta learn that there's a certain way of actin'...even if you're not full time." Havi began before she lit a cigarette.

"What do you mean?"

"She means that just because you guys weren't in a scene doesn't mean he won't take it out on you once you're back in. Your master, top, or dominant of any sort wants to know that you're thinking of them and ways of pleasuring them even if you're not with them." Stelle continued and took the cigarette from Havi and puffed. "And sometimes they want to test your emotional ties to them and that's what seems like what he tried to do."

"So I should have stayed with him?"

"Not necessarily, it all depends on when you're next punishment is, and if he chooses to bring this infraction back up."

"Infraction!" Lovie squealed incredulously. "You guys make all this sound so medieval."

Stelle chuckled, "Not in so many words but if you want a piece of this life you have to be able to understand more complexities of your master and the primal sophistication that comes with our ways." Lovie started to understand all too well the complex way of the opposite sex. Her sister spoke of it earlier and now her friends. She saw how they are both on different spectrums but said basically the same thing with subtle differences. It was up to her to find a happy medium for herself.

Havi ashed the cigarette then handed it back to Stelle. She saw Lovie deep in thought now and tried to lighten the mood, "Oh honey, were not tryin' to spook you. We know Quentin well enough to know that you're not in any type of danger. Just don't think that all this is just swept under the rug. He's like a little puppy, he knows he's done wrong but he thinks his kisses and slobbers will make up for it when all you want is for him to acknowledge it. Believe me darlin', you got him all bugaboo! Right after you left earlier this morning he came down shirtless and frantic lookin' for you." Lovie's eyes perked up and Havi nodded with a smile, "You guys will iron this out. Me and Stelle just didn't want you thinking that it's resolved in such.... vanilla manners." They laughed as they finished getting ready for their night. When no one looked though, Lovie tried to call Quentin but there was no answer. She left a brief message but was rushed off once the girls were ready to leave the apartment.

*~*~

Quentin told himself that he's having his business dinner changed to the Japanese steakhouse across the way from Off The Couth because they had the best Kobe in town but deep down he knew better. The dinner was going well, an hour in and he checked his watch and then the window with no sign of them. He sighed with some relief though, as he thought they might have had a girl's night in or something. He started to feel more triumph as he felt his phone vibrate on his thigh. He casually checked it to see Lovie's number flash then after it stopped a voicemail. He went right back into the conversation with his associate but with more vigor and attention at hand. The night continued and the business engagement showed to go in his favor; they soon shook hands outside the restaurant and Quentin saw them to a cab. Just as he waved them off he caught a glimpse of three slender figures that bobbed down the walkway across the street from him. He moved over to the shadows so he couldn't be seen once he recognized them. They're linked arm and arm as they laughed towards the entrance. Quentin's heart sank; their movements seemed to slow down in his mind. Lovie looked, no pun intended, virginal in a lethal mini dress of nude satin and lace. Her hair softly blew around her in tousled waves across her face. She looked more and more like Aphrodite every time he saw her. Havi was in a mini skirt and sheer dark blouse with the boots that her and Stelle share. Stelle was in a pink tube top with a silk pencil skirt and strappy heels. Before they went in, Lovie looked apprehensive about going in and she checked her phone one more time before she headed in. He'd almost forgotten totally that she tried to call earlier. As he moved across the street to go to the club, he fumbled with his phone. A car almost hit him before the honk scared him shitless and he hurried on his way. Her voice calmed his heart to regular beats as she stammered into his ear, "Hey Quentin, I-I-I just wanted to talk to you before I left...." There's a small pause and she cleared her throat then continued, "I want to talk about this morning but...o-oh I gotta go. I'll talk to you tomorrow." The last two sentences came out hurried and he could tell if it was because Havi and Stelle came into the room. He cursed under his breath as he looked up to the neon sign of the club. He looked at the marquee and groaned then nodded at the bouncer who promptly let him in.




Beautician and the Beast Pt. 02



Chapter Seven

When Lovie first walked in she was in shock to see how stylish the environment was comparatively to what she pictured in her head. Instead, it was dark neutral colors on the walls with metal pillars that protruded from them, and in between the structures are pillow-topped benches with tons of silk throw pillows strewn over them. The lighting was intimate so she couldn't make out a lot of the figures on the benches but she could tell they're there. There are interrogation lights over the few tables that held couples. One woman had a collar on her gentleman caller and he sat at her feet as she spoke with someone else whom sat at the table. Havi read her mind and leaned in to say, "Expectin' women in cages and strung up along the walls with a shirtless man in a gimp mask?"

"Well...Kinda" Lovie giggled nervously as they moved in deeper.

"Oh honey...that's all in the back." Havi waved at familiar faces while Stelle was already through a door that left her to believe it lead to where all the sexy stuff was happening...or maybe the bathroom, who could tell? Unlike dinner with Quentin, Lovie was very aware of the eyes on her and she wrapped one arm across her body to link with her elbow of her other arm. Men and women leered and she swore she heard a "meow" from one of the dimly lit benches. Havi noticed finally and shooed Lovie ahead of her and through the door that Stelle entered earlier. It lead to a padded room and at the end of the hall was another door. The closer they got a rhythmic thump got louder. Lovie loved to dance and from the first appearances of the place it didn't look like she was going to get that itch scratched but as they reached the door Lovie grinned to her all knowing friend who said, "That was the Art gallery. The club is in the rear." With that she opened the door and more of her expectations revived as neon blue and pink lights splashed across cold brick walls and roman torsos and busts are on pedestals with various masks and chest pieces on them. They walked through a velvet-curtained archway to see more couples of different sexual orientations that kissed, hugged, and fondled each other. Lovie couldn't help but stare all around unabashedly just as they did her. It's wasn't until one walked right behind her and touched her hair that she jumped, right into Havi's side. Havi startled and looked to what made Lovie uneasy. She narrowed her eyes at the culprit, "Leonard you know better than that." She yelled over the music.

Leonard looked apologetic to Havi after she spoke but before, his eyes were glued to Lovie's frame. "I'm sorry Havi. Your new one?"

"No Leonard. She's-"

"Vanilla?" Leonard said with way too much excitement as he came closer. Lovie shrunk slightly; there was something about this character that didn't set well with her. He was clean-shaven bald, three inches shorter than her at least, glittered of gold from his neck, wrist, and pinkies. He tied it all in with leather pants with no shirt. He looked like he stepped out of some bondage magazine circa '92, otherwise extra sleazy.

"You wish. Quentin is training her." Havi spotted Stelle at the end of the club as she motioned them over to a private booth. "Excuse us we're needed...somewhere else." She took Lovie's hand and led her through the crowd over to Stelle. She already got drinks and they took them thankfully. Havi leaned into Stelle, "Leonard's on the prowl. He caught wind of this one and doesn't look like he's letting up." She pointed from Lovie to over her shoulder at Leonard who leaned against the wall and watched them. Stelle just gave him the finger and Lovie looked over her shoulder to see what they talked about.

"Who is that?"

"It's just some piece of shit ex-pimp...so he claims." Stelle sneered.

"He had that air about him." Lovie nodded with bemusement.

"Right now he's a threat so don't talk to him." Havi said.

"Why is he a threat?" Lovie eyed him again and she's pretty sure she could take him, easily.

"Well he has this thing about Quentin. He's always trying to turn his subs from him. Even tries to threaten them I've heard."

Lovie's eyes grew wide, "What?"

"Calm down. Quentin set him straight a long time ago but he still likes to taunt from time to time. Plus I'm sure Quentin will keep a close eye on you." With that Lovie took her straw out of her drink and started to swallow in large sips. She's wondered how she got herself in these situations once more.

In a huff she stood, "Fuck it, I want to dance. Anyone want to come?" Her drink started to do what it needed to and she was ready to relax and forget about how shitty her day had been. They all end on the dance floor and almost immediately Lovie was forgotten as Havi and Stelle grind into one another to the beat. She decided to get another drink to be a little looser and not feel too self-conscious. By the middle of the third drink she had a really good buzz. The house music allowed her body to be more languid and she looked ethereal, being the one of the only people in white. Mostly all the bystanders not caught up in their own thing at least caught glimpses of her moves and they all wanted her or wanted what she had.

*~*~

Quentin was in the V.I.P. room with a two-way mirror and watched everything that transpired since Lovie sat at the booth. The more she danced the angrier he got. He didn't know if it was at her, at the situation, or him but he was angry nonetheless. Something twinkled out of the corner of his eyes and he followed it to Leonard's gaudy ring. He noticed him when he came in but he didn't see Quentin because he stared at something. He saw Leonard as he made his way to Lovie and the girls and he could take three guesses as to whom Leonard was staring at when Quentin entered. He decided to make his way down there. He didn't plan to blow his cover but with Leonard in the equation, it never ended well. As he made his way through the crowd, as he expected Leonard pulled on Lovie and she tumbled back into his short stature. She was in a daze but Havi was quickly by her side and pulled her from Leonard's arm. He pushed on her and Lovie stumbled more, now Stelle was on it and she helped Lovie away from him while Havi bent down. Quentin paused and slunk back into the shadows with his all-knowing smirk on his lips. The issue of the boots came up once before with him back when Havi would moonlight as a player for the site. She wore them for a scene for him and as she got flogged, the small heel tip came off and she nearly broke her arm from the ropes as she stumbled down. Quentin examined them closer and found the steel spikes at the end. When he asked her about them she only replied with, "A girl's virtue needs protectin'." Nothing more was said but now he thought he's about to get a first hand look at how passionate Havi was about protecting virtues. Leonard turned back to Havi, who straightened herself up once more. He pulled back as if he's about to hit her and before he could fully cock his arm, she stomped down and the motion was felt across the room to Quentin. He could only imagine the pain ole Leo went through right then. He still couldn't help but smile more as he saw the girls safely stumble out and a small crowd of people shrouded Leonard who crumpled on the floor. He staggered behind them and watched them gang into a cab and he made a dash for his car. He wanted to make it to Lovie's apartment before them, and the way he drove he's sure he could. In his car he decided to have a little fun with Ms. Independence. He thumbed through his phone until he spotted Lovie's number.

She picked up on the second ring and a hiccup, "Um...Hello."

"Hey, I'm sorry I missed your call. I was in a business dinner and couldn't get to my phone."

"O-oh that's fine I just wanted" Hiccup, " 'cuse me, I wanted to talk about..."

"This morning." He smiled.

"Yes but..."

"And that's why I'm on my way to your place right now." She began to sputter her refusals but he continued to talk over her as she explained that she's fine and didn't need to talk about it anymore. He knew all to well that she's gotten a taste of the life that wasn't so glamorous and knew how good she had it with him. He'll be glad to rock her back into comfort. "Are you at home?" He finished.

"No, I'm...close"

"You girls have a good night?"

With an uneasy laugh she answered, "Eventful."

"Mmm-hmm." He simply answered. That isn't exactly what he wanted to hear. He wanted to hear tears and trembling in her voice. He wanted her to need him. Instead she tried to keep him away and she laughed. Fuck all that noise, "I'll be there in about five minutes." She went to speak again but he hung up and put just a tad more pressure on the gas.

*~*~

By the time the cab pulled up, Quentin sat on her stoop with a blank expression on his face. He got down to the curb as the door opened and Lovie staggered into his arms. Havi stuck her head out with an apologetic look in her eyes, "Be easy on her boss man."

Havi was a dominant herself and she knew that he knew what she meant but he only answered back with a stern stare and, "Night ladies." The comment was out of earshot of the others but she still slunk back in as if she'd just been scolded in front of everyone.

Lovie hiccupped and waved to the cab as it drove off then her hand slowly lowered down as Quentin turned back to her wobbly state. She hiccupped again as she stiffened her chin in his direction. "You came to..." hiccup. " talk?" Her hand on her hip served more of an anchor than an act of rebellion.

"Yeah, about this morning. Let's get inside huh?" She nodded and made her way up the stoop. Once in her apartment, she tried to flip a switch and nothing happened. She slurred a curse and explained that it happened a lot in the building as she stumbled in the dark. With the flick of a lighter, a traced outline of her glowed around the room to light candles. In her trail the walls danced with a more pronounced silhouette of her with each light.

At the end she's back at the sofa where he sat at the opposite end. She positioned her back up right and her legs crossed at her ankles as she looked away from him. "How was your dinner?"

"Good." He glided across the couch but still left a good amount of room between them. When her head whirled to him she was met with the scent of the night air lingering with his cologne. "'Bout this morning baby," Her focus on his hand as it traced indescribable shapes into her kneecap, shin, and calf that made its way to his lap. "I was such an asshole. You didn't deserve me snapping at you like that." As he talked his hands searched up her thigh. The moisture at her opening generated a heat that his fingertips could almost feel.

"I thought you were mad at me." She said in an unconscious voice.

"Mad? No, not that." His eyes stayed on hers as she started to shake her head yes.

He went right to his questions as he took off his sports coat and loosened his tie, "Where did you girls end up settling on?"

"Um...one of Havi and Stelle's places...I'm not sure...of the name" he went at the neck of his shirt and pulled at the buttons. Her juices flowed as the candlelight swayed across his broad chest. His dark locks lay across his forehead and drew attention to his fierce hunter green flecks buried under blue that hadn't blinked since he'd seen her. The intense stare made her unable to look him in the eyes. Now shirtless, he's almost unbearable to sit by. Her reaction to him also took a physical toll on him. Her nipples strained against her dress and his erection tightened against his pants so he unlatched the belt and unbuttoned to ease the strain. The lick of her lips caught a glimmer of light and for a second he imagined a drop of his come had lain across them and his cock twitched in his boxers.

"Was it...Off the Couth by any chance?" He stood her up and unzipped her dress to have it pool at her feet. Her first instinct was to cover herself and he frowned. She shook as her hands slid down by her sides. Even though they weren't in a scene she still felt like she was under his spell. He had a way of getting his way even when they weren't training and she took notice. He had a look that challenged her and that's why she never backed down. She wore matching lavender mesh lace Rio bikini and triangle bra. He turned her around so the swell of her ass sat right in his face. He bit the corner of his lip as his eyes traveled up the length of his her spine. He undid the bra and she allowed it to fall to the floor with her dress. Her arms gathered her ample bosom with no concern to what he thought. "Meet any interesting people?" He stood and moved close till she felt his dick pressed at her ass. Lovie went speechless with yearning. The alcohol took its toll; made her heat up to a fiery temperature and a lightheaded stance.

"I...I j-just had some drinks and I danced. I wasn't looking for anything else." The first part came out shaky and unsure but the last part, she faced him and stared in his eyes. He decided to accept her unspoken truce to him but he had to make sure.

He roughly grabbed her wrists then softened his hold once she winced, "Don't go back there." His monotone voice only made the weight of his words heavier. She slowly nodded in agreement, and he moved her arms back to his side. His brow relaxed then his eyes moved to her chest as it slowly heaved. His hands followed with his fingertips, ready to explore the protruded peaks. His tips on the left breast painted over the nipple. He noticed that her breaths then came out in short pants. He went to her like magnets and they fell back on her sofa and she immediately straddled him. His hands found her hips and ass in rough strokes and she reeked of alcohol but mingled with her scent of sweet vanilla toffee made him drunk. His palm smoothed the delicate skin from the back of her right thigh up to the full cheek of her ass. He squeezed so hard it got a moan from them both. The tip of his middle finger was dangerously close to the crotch of her underwear and they both paused for a moment as soon as the tip met the edge of lace. They looked at one another with a longing glance before she moved in for a powerful kiss. It was her way of telling him that she is ready. Ready to have him make love to her. He took the hint and pushed his hand in to lava-like wetness. To seal the deal she dug her hips into his strained erection. His other hand went roughly to her hair then as her rhythm began to take a proper pace; a strange feeling took over. Wait...no...it couldn't be. His scrotum tingled and warned of what was coming up soon. Not since high school had he not been able to control his climax. Right before he knew he couldn't turn back, he tugged at the nape of her neck so that she looked at him with a dazed look. Her hips halted and as his stare went glassy she immediately took recognition. That glass was about to turn to steel and that pissed her off. She could understand if they played a scene so he could have his silly rules but this wasn't that time. It's them, Olivia and Quentin, not Lovely and Sir. Her jaw tightened and she jerked from his warm lap then his hard on deflated.

He opened his mouth to explain but she stopped him with a wave of her hand, "I'll see you tomorrow at work." With that she stood and tried to cover her copious mounds from his view. He felt like an idiot as she snatched her garments from the ground and started to blow out the candles. He couldn't even look at her as she moved around the room; he just slowly pulled on his discarded clothing. Once he moved to the door, she's back in that French lavender kimono robe again with a pissed off look.

"Lovie I..." He stopped once her silver eyes gleamed toward him and narrowed like a cat on its prey. She yanked her door open and waited as he left. The door didn't slam; it's more of a depressed slow click. In his car, he watched her in her window from across the street. At that point, her lights worked and he waited as she came into view in her bedroom. There's an invisible force that wouldn't allow him to move until he could get one more glimpse. Like divine right, Lovie came to light and better yet, she wasn't wearing the robe. He made out her frontal image perfectly with the mirror but he also got a delicious view of the top of her full bottom from behind. Instinctively, his hand massaged his strained hard on as her hands drifted up to her breasts. His eyes went heavy when she tweaked her nipples and leaned her head back. Her eyes were closed, mouth parted slightly and he smiled, as he knew she thought of him. He could almost hear her whimpered moans. Her left hand dripped down her ribcage while the right lingered on her breasts. "That's it." He whispered. His subconscious scolded his perverted transgression but his physical self began to unzip his pants. Lovie admired her reflection once more. Her hand soon moved down further and he made out the motion of her forearm moving up and down slightly. The other one feverishly roved her tits. His hand shamelessly tugged at the rod that protruded from his pants. He reflected her motions as if they were together. He imagined their naked bodies on a bed tangled and grinding against the candles from before. The shadows danced across the wall in an effort to catch up to their counterparts. His head slumped back on the headrest as she panted heavily up above. His breaths came shallower as she began to show the signs of orgasm. One hand on her left nipple and the other on her clit, no doubt, and he thought of him finally pumping into that body the way he wanted, not the first time but the second or third time; just too make sure she's used to the size made him seize his hips up in anticipation. He quirked his top lip as the tingle came back. The blissful ache only lasted for a few seconds before he released his load over the stirring wheel. He panted lightly, his vision blurred when he finally opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of her wrapping a sheet around herself. When the light went out he took one last look as he revved his engine. "Sweet dreams little one." He drove off and momentarily another set of headlights illuminated the streets path. Instead following Quentin it went in another direction.

*~*

Lovie's alarm clock felt like tiny chainsaws dancing in her head. She peeped past her pillow and whipped out of bed when she realized she'd hit snooze for an hour. By the time she whirled through the entrance of the company she was an hour and a half late. Havi got off the phone with a not so welcome look on her face, "Stelle just called down and said Drew is livid." Lovie barely missed the door for the elevator.

When she opened the door, there's no music, just clicking and flashing. Stelle looked over to the elevator and her brow went in a bit before paying attention to the lens once again. Her attempt to not let Drew see failed and he instantly turned behind him. He looked extremely pissed then glared at Lovie and said, "Go get a soda or something Stelle."

"Uh...I'm not thirsty."

"Well go get 'something' then Stelle." He slowly turned his gaze to her. She rolled her eyes and stepped from the platform, then looked to Lovie with an apologetic look. Once she was out of earshot, the fire in Drew's eyes radiated in Lovie's direction. "Your first official day and you can't get it together. What a surprise...should have known this would happen from your kind."

"What did you say?" Lovie prepared herself for anything Drew threw out but she never stood for racism and/or discrimination from anyone no matter what their natural disposition should be. Her eyes narrowed but Drew didn't budge, in fact his chest poked out more.

"You heard me, 'your kind'. You know just because Quentin is balling you, doesn't mean that this isn't a business. We have commitments and schedules to keep. You're on my time not CP. Now we can keep this between us because this will make us both look bad. Let's see if you're as good as Quentin thinks and salvage the rest of this shoot." He walked off and left her dumbfounded. "Don't just stand there! Go talk to Stelle about the next shots."




Beautician and the Beast Pt. 02



Lovie threw her stuff down and stormed over to the station Stelle sat at as she touched up her makeup. Lovie fumed so hard she panted. She didn't know what to do. "Hey girl. You okay?"

"No! That fuck is a racist cock snot that needed to be thrown away in a Kleenex!"

"Damn! He's must of really pissed you off."

"Ya think!"

"Hey I'm sorry! I know what he drives; we'll get him back! Trust!" Lovie took two deep breaths before she nodded. The only way to beat someone like that was at their own game. She asked Stelle about the next shots and they sound tired and dumb.

"That sounds pretty...." Lovie tried to find the right word

"Shitty...it's crap-ola at it's finest!" Stelle laughed and Lovie finally cracked a smile.

Just then, an idea popped in her head, "Hey, you have some time after this is done? I got some ideas and I want to crank them out really quick before I forget." Stelle nodded and Lovie got ready for Drew's next shoot. The rest of the time, he rudely thrust equipment at her or snapped when she wasn't quick with something he needed. By the time he's finished she'd taken just about all she could and swore that if he said one more thing to her she'd squirt brush cleaner in his eyes. Thankfully, for Drew, he cleared out and left them to clean up everything. It took no time to set up for Lovie's shots and without the negative tension in the room; quickly fired them off with an extra camera lying around.

Stelle had just finished changing into her regular clothes when she heard the hiss of the intercom. Lovie still packed away equipment and took the memory cards out to load later. "Yeeesss?"

Quentin's voice filled the room, "I saw Drew leaving like an hour ago. You two still up there cleaning?"

"Yes and no. We stayed behind to do some more shots."

"Ah. How did it go?"

"Which part?"

"What's that mean? Did something happen?"

Before Stelle could unload about the incident Lovie was at the intercom to finish, "Everything was fine. After Drew's shoot I had some ideas for shots and wanted to get them out so I can edit tonight."

Stelle mouthed, "What?" and "Why didn't you tell him?" Lovie just waved for her on to shush.

There's a small silence before Quentin continued, "When you guys finish up there's nothing else I'll need today so you're free. Lovie I'd like you to stop by my office first before you go."

*~*

"Yes?" Lovie stood in front of Quentin's desk as he sat there and examined her dress. It's a very feminine styled pale pink stretch cotton v-neck dress with spaghetti straps. He wanted to see more nipples though. Her hair was swept to one side and held together with a satin strap.

"We should talk about..."

"Last night? No need." She said in such a cold tone that he's taken aback for a moment.

In silence they sized each other up with their eyes, neither wanted to be the prey to the other's hunter. "Lovie I'm sorry." Quentin decided to yield...a little.

For Lovie, it isn't that simple. "For what?"

Quentin took a deep breath and lifted from his chair, "For once again... pulling back when we're supposed to be moving forward." Lovie's brow quirked in silent amazement as he continued, "Believe it or not dear this is all new to me. I haven't had a relationship, a real one, in ages. Not to mention one that crosses over to my lifestyle as well as with someone in your condition." He ended up pressed at the edge of his desk.

Lovie narrowed her eyes at him, "My condition?" She snorted and folded her arms and got closer to him, "I'm not sick Quentin. This is my virginity not a condition." He didn't crack a muscle in his face as she waited for him to say something. They were inches from each other and he could smell that damn smell again. It broke him down every time. She sucked her teeth in irritation, "Are you finished?" He lazily blinked and nodded at the same time. Now she's super pissed off and wondered if the whole situation was a mistake...once again. What a surprise!

She turned to leave in a huff but he grabbed her arm and pulled her to him, "No you don't" He entangled her in his arms and planted a deep kiss. He loved rattling her animal in the cage. She wanted to fight, protest, and scream 'no' but his tongue snaked circles all around her mouth. It stopped any objections as she moaned her retreat on his lips and he slowly pulled her back. "I'm trying to say that since we're both on such new territory I want us to cut each other some slack...agreed?" In a daze, she nodded while he released a hand that trailed up her back and ended up at the nape of her neck. Immediately her eyes lowered and she allowed him the domination that he asked for, "Today's lesson is anticipation. Keep only your undergarments on." He moved over to a drawer and pulled out a blindfold and he turned back to see her in nothing but her itty-bitty thong panties. He quietly swallowed a lump in his throat and circled her to put on the blindfold, "No bra today?"

"I didn't have to with this dress Sir."

"Are you contradicting me, Lovely?" Before she could answer a hard smack to her exposed bottom rang through the room. He smoothed his hand over the red area, "Never contradict me sweetheart." She nodded but the next slap to her rear caught her breath. "What was that?"

"Y-yes Sir."

"Good Lovely. Now back to this bra situation." He bent down and picked up the dress then inspected it. He ripped the breast cups out of it and threw them over his head. She pouted a little with the knowledge of her $350 dress altered so unprofessionally "Such a beautiful dress. Doesn't need to be muddled by such silly innovations." As he said this he sat at the edge of his desk and gently pulled her to him. Her back faced him and her rump nestled perfectly to rock his hard crotch. He looked up to see the beautiful vision of her blindfolded and nipples pebbled in a nearby mirror against the wall "Can you feel me baby?"

"Yes Sir." Her tone breathy, as she answered he slowly but deliberately ground his hips into her ass. His fingertips wandered up her ribcage and softly cupped the underside of her bust. She trembled and swayed gently.

"Would you like me to take him out princess?" He nuzzled her ear with a whisper then his zipper filled the empty space. She heard the rustle of his pants and knew what was to come next. Instinctually, she moved her naked flesh to his and the graze heated them both to a boiling point. He hissed then quickly swatted her ass to put her in check.

She acted as if it hadn't fazed her, "Sorry Sir." Her small voice made him smile as he leaned in to nibble her ear. She felt the heat that generated from his groin and she lost herself in it momentarily. All she wanted now was him buried to her core to make the aching stop. He knew exactly what she thought but this was apart of her lesson. A big lesson that brewed from the night before. He could tell she was ready for him, yet like telepathy she asked, "Is this because of last night?"

He chuckled, "Would it matter?" She knew better than to answer that right then while they're in scene so she answered as honestly as she could with a shrug. He chuckled more; "I know you want me...just as much as I want you right?" She nodded, "But you wouldn't want me to take you here and now in some office would you?" She hesitated again to answer and a quick intake of breath from him made her wince, as she waited for another smack, "Answer me."

"It's not up to me." She said and he grinned because he knew that she wanted to say yes but something held her back.

In a whisper to her lobe he said, "Is that right? You'd let me decide if I wanted to take you right here and now?" His free hard cock rubbed unabashedly against her ass; it tickled and teased the walls of her pussy even though not one inch touched it. "You'd love for me to edge every bit of me into your taut little body to end that gnaw in the pit of your stomach wouldn't you?" He tugged and twirled her nipples a bit rougher to get her attention, "Answer me."

In a weak and strained voice that sounded like she held back tears she whispered, "Yes!"

"Good Lovely...now let's go eat Olivia. I want hear all about your day." With that his hands moved from her body and he put his dick away from play. She quickly turned to face him for the first time in the past five minutes. Her mouth hung open as he zipped himself away. "You should put your clothes on dear."

She snatched the blindfold off, "Oh it's not gonna be that easy!" She said in a huff then plastered herself onto him, lips first. He caught his balance and her as she pushed him back on his desk. Her hardened peaks cut into his chest and he wanted to pull her to him tighter but he snapped back and pushed her away slowly with a puzzled look. "Don't look at me like that! You started it!"

"And I finished it Olivia. The scene is over and lesson: anticipation is over." He moved from under her and silently cursed himself. Call him a big softy but he thought this girl was special and she deserved better than a desk for her first time. With a huge sigh and a leg curled up under her, she realized that she'd thrown herself at a guy for the first time. Her hand went over her face and the words of Stelle and Havi rung in her head.

"Sweetheart, look at me." He pulled her hand down but she lowered her head.

"I'm just a bit embarrassed Quentin. I'll be fine" She hopped down from his desk and put her dress back on. Just as he suspected, the dress fit even better without the breasts cups. The bodice clung to her tits and made the outline of her nipples just right. He definitely had to take her to the candle lit restaurant tonight instead of the first one where all the men ogled her.

She blew a misplaced strand of hair out of her face before she bent to get her purse from a nearby chair. He went up to her and ran his thumb up and down her exposed arm. "Baby, I meant everything I said before. I'm going to make more of an effort and I'd like for you to as well. I'm sorry about calling your virginity a condition." He paused for effect, "I meant your situation." He puckishly looked through his lashes at her. She nodded slowly then playfully slugged his arm. He feigned pain then slung her in his arms for kiss. They pulled away and she could tell by his eyes that he meant what he said and just like that...another breakthrough.

Chapter Eight

Another week in and things started to fall into place. Even though Drew's pictures didn't produce anything, the new division was at least breaking even finally. This all thanks to Lovie with her ideas and some pictures she did without Drew. Even he took notice with an off-handed comment of how they didn't suck while at their meeting with Quentin. Lovie just rolled her eyes while Quentin's nostrils flared. Drew just picked at his nails as if he cared not that his job was in jeopardy. Lovie smirked at Quentin; a gesture she wanted him to take as a sign of her indifference to his indignant employee. He took the hint but still had to have his authority asserted. He hadn't wanted to show favoritism but he didn't want Drew to get away with the comment either. He knew that Lovie did all this by herself but Quentin decided to mess with him, "Drew did you help with these?"

Drew looked up from his nails finally and shifted uncomfortably in the chair. He knew what Quentin was trying to do and was fucked before he even answered. "Well I...s-she...she did it all behind my back."

Lovie piped up angrily then. "I approached you about all those shoots not counting the first and you turned them all down!" Quentin's brows lifted with the newfound information. "In one week I've done five shoots to your tired two! Which reminds me, Quentin may I go? I need to get back to the factory and get ready for my next shoot." She got up when he nodded and glared to Drew.

With the click of the door, the silence filled the room. "Chicks, right?" Drew laughed shakily.

"Drew I like you, I really do."

"But?"

"You may have noticed a little something between me and Ms. Laceton right? I mean it's bound to be the latest in office gossip at this point. I can put the rumor to rest and say that 'yes we are dating'..." Drew forged an irritated smug look that said he had the upper hand, "But before you go thinking that this is unlawful or I'm being a pussy whipped asshole, just remember who gave you a shot when no one else would." He paused for effect then continued, "And remember that these fantastic shots that I hold in my hand aren't from you as you promised. Lastly, the next time you speak that way to Lovie and don't have a damn thing to back it up, remember that I'm your only recommendation and I'll do everything in my power to make sure you never work again after I boot your balding fat ass out. Fair?"

Drew wet his nervous lips with a sand paper tongue, "Yes sir."

"Good, now get the fuck out of my office and do some work." Quentin shuffled papers, and made no eye contact as Drew padded to the door. He almost bumped into Eli as he left.

"Whoa Drew! What's shakin'?" Eli mused but from the tension in the air he could tell no one was in the mood. Drew just nodded and went on his way.

Quentin stood with a quick change in temper, "I didn't know you guys were back! How you doin' you s.o.b?" They embraced in a quick hug as he leaned against the desk and Eli took a seat nearby.

"Can't complain man...can't complain! Married life is treating me good." Eli ended with a wink.

"Yeah all two weeks of it right? Where's the little lady."

"Down in the lobby waiting on me. Told her I had to check something in the office before we headed home but really I wanted to shoot the shit with you for a few."

"A phone call would have sufficed ya know." Quentin got nervous with no time to think of what he'd say about Lovie's presence once they got back. Eli told him to make sure Cindy didn't find out about her and now he had to explain that there's no way Cindy wouldn't.

"Yeah but someone hasn't been checking his phone, hence my obvious intrusion." Eli looked to the door that Quentin periodically gazed. "Am I missing something here? You're best friend and business partner is back from his honeymoon and I'm getting the feeling I'm being jilted."

"Look we gotta talk..." Quentin began, but before he finished the door swung open and in barreled a tanned, mini skirted, and tube topped Cindy fuming in like a bull.

"Quentin Mavery..." Her voice was eerily low.

"Uh oh." Was all Eli muttered; he knew what they tone meant. He suspiciously turned to Quentin and shook his head, "dude, what did you do?"

Before he answered, Cindy strolled deeper in the room, "I'll tell you what he better not have done!" She had a presence about her that commanded most but never Quentin. He merely rolled his eyes as she walked up on him and sized him up. "You better not have that naive girl as a new player Quint!"

"New girl? What new girl? We got a new girl?" Eli bemused

"Oh don't you act all innocent, you probably gave him the go ahead." Cindy shushed her husband and he quickly took the hint and decided to get up and go.

"Where tha hell you going guy?" Quentin wasn't afraid of Cindy but he definitely didn't want to be left alone with her for this conversation.

"Dude! Not my fight...I told you not to let her find out." With that Eli left which had them to stare one another down.

"I'm close to that girls' family, I made a promise to her parents I'd look out for them both and this isn't what they intended!"

"Christ Cindy calm down. Your dramatics are a bit much don't you think? You don't even have to whole story."

Cindy took a few calmed breaths before she rested a hand on her hip, "Then what is she doing here?"

"She works here." He sighed nonchalantly.

"What? So she is a player!"

"Hell no!" The response even startled him. The thought of other men, or women for that matter, even touching his princess made him see red. He cleared his throat, "We needed someone as creative concepts for the new photography division and she needed a job."

Cindy's shoulders slumped with a bit of relief then a thought came to her, "How did she know about you and this place then? I sure as hell never told her!"

With the same nonchalant demeanor he smirked, "We're dating." He wanted her out of his office so he decided he wouldn't beat around the bush.

Cindy's mouth stood agape and she couldn't form words for at least five seconds. "You can't be serious! Quentin you are way too advanced for her."

"But she's more than willing to learn," he blinked lazily at her. It took her a minute but she soon figured it out. Once again she stammered for five seconds.

"You're training her too?" With that a barrage of emotions registered on her face such as, anger, hurt, and disbelief. You see at one point before Cindy got with Eli she had her sights on Quentin but she wanted way too much than he offered. She wanted to date and be trained while he just needed a new player for the site. Since then, they had a hot cold relationship that served colder on his end than hot on hers. "I don't believe you...y-you just want to get in her pants then leave that poor girl's heart broken."

That got him a little ruffled. Why didn't she think he was good enough for her friends that weren't in the business? "Don't give me that bleeding heart 'I'm looking out for my friend' shit. You're just embarrassed that she knows what you do now." He chuckled at the end.

Her eyes narrowed, "Fuck you Quentin! You probably only told her you'd date her just to get past her chastity you prick! You probably turned her out at that stupid club that your favorite dykes frequent...what's it called? Off tha cuff or something."

"Cindy that's enough!" He slammed his hands on his desk, "Those dykes? Have names, use them you spoiled brat!

"Whatever!" She feigned anger but underneath she trembled from his outburst. "All I'm saying is you probably hide her away in your place and play scenes and send her on her merry way in the morning.

Oh how she amused him, "is that so huh? Then how bout you put your money where your mouth is... we all go out to dinner tonight."

Not one that backed down from anything she called his bluff, "you pick the restaurant and we'll be there with bells on!" Without about another word she stormed out of the office with a thunderclap of a door slam.

~*~*

Quentin sat alone at the dinner table at a posh Greek restaurant, as he knew Greek was Lovie's favorite, and waited for his dinner mates. He thought back on how he told Lovie that Havi spilled the beans of her involvement with him and the company and she didn't flinch. He asked why she took it so well and she simply answered, "We're two grown women that are involved in the same things. I'm not ashamed of her, you, and especially me." No better answer could he have heard and he smiled at her words.   

Before he knew it, a strong pair of hands slapped down on his shoulders and immediately knew them to be from Eli. "Hope you're ready for this. She's been talking my damn head off since we left the office." He whispered to his friend. Quentin turned to see a grey suited Eli with a navy shirt underneath and a fire red halter cocktail dress clad Cindy. Her hair in ringlets gave the impression of a late 19th century porcelain doll with oodles of make up; rosy circles cheeks, dramatic top lashes, and deep red lipstick. I'm sure she fancied herself high fashion but in Quentin's book she resembled a teenager's first bat at the M.A.C store.

"Well where is she?" Cindy smirked, and before she let him answer she continued, "lemme guess, something came up?" Quentin stood to face his accuser but reveled at the sight just beyond her head. Cindy knew before she even turned who was there and delayed the turn on purpose




Beautician and the Beast Pt. 03



Chapter Eleven

Her air commanded Quentin to do most of what she wanted. Lovie was ardent with her attention to him but still ordered him to her will. In honesty, he was in shock to everything all at once. She came in like a viral bomb and set off a contagious explosive excitement that mounted each second. Signs like her nonexistent dress, her sexy new look, and for the most part her announcement showed that she meant business. Her words burned through his head as she slinked around on his bed, 'We're going to make love tonight Quentin'. He gravitated to her like an animal to a scent yet he tried to ignore her sexual appeal and talk to her about the material found to his thoughts of who did it. She dismissed him with an agreeable nod towards the prospect of Drew. He stammered through the whole explanation so much that before he could get to the possibility of Cindy, the words were swallowed. She took off her shoes and ran her foot up his thigh. Lovie's gummy bear like toes found the tip of his penis on the inside of his leg and she smirked as he took a sharp intake of breath, "Don't I make you feel good?"

The role reversal wasn't lost on either of them as usually it took him having to put her legs in his lap; he did it so much at that point that it was in his subconscious. When they talked, watched TV, even when they ate he had her shapely stems in his lap. At first it started as a non-sexual way to enliven her arousal but soon it seemed to work just as well on him. Now that her little aggressive meter ticked up a notch he had to admit that it turned him on beyond belief or relief. Her tiny geisha digits rounded the circumference of his cock-head through his pants and he groaned low in his throat with tightened eyes. "It's not that. I just wanted to catch you up to speed."

He hoped to stave off her craving for sex by just a bit of heavy petting like back at her place. Once they were official he'd perfected a technique he called the 'Lovie Lullaby', which made her come so hard she went to sleep after. It usually helped when she pouted over not being mounted, which was more and more with each encounter. But that didn't happen. In stead she blocked his move, then pushed the fabric panel to the side of her right breast, the tatted breast, his favorite breast. Her left hand began to tug on her nipple and palm at the full weight in a circular motion. "Oh? I thought speed wasn't your thing. I thought you loved to take your time. Take it slow?" He couldn't contain himself any longer because she played too dirty. 'She knows what that tit does to me', his mind screamed! It was how he was most familiar with her. Sure on the surface it told a tame story of a beautician that loved horror but underneath it spoke volumes of a need for a darker life. Nothing crazy like serial killing but something that she definitely couldn't write home to mom about. Lovie's eyes glittered past her charcoal black lids and her breaths short staccatos of arousal. When her slender fingers plucked at her budded peak so hard that it rippled her breast he damn near fainted. In a breathy invitation she said, "Quentin...I want you." That was sexy overload as he ravished her right on the sofa; he groped, fondled, rubbed every inch of her and couldn't get enough. The heavy petting ended with them in his room where he stood at the foot of his bed as she writhed on his comforter. He covered her body with his and nothing but undulating hunger shown through their eyes and boiled through their bodies. Her knees rubbed at his waist down to his hips then back up. In a pained whimper and eyes more alert, "I need you."

That stung him in an upright position and designated him to the edge of the bed with his back to her. "We can't do this Lovie," he said in a low voice. He stooped with his forearms to his knees and ran his hand through his hair. "I can't have sex with you tonight?"

In a ragged sigh, "If not tonight when? I mean, why tha hell am I on the pill then!"

"When we're ready." He still couldn't look at her. It would hurt him too much. He didn't want to see any more signs that pointed towards her not loving him. "We're not ready Olivia." The tone warned not soothed. It took control of the situation and that didn't sit well with her.

"Yes we are." Her voice as calm yet calculated. Quentin wasn't running that night. She was ready to prove her love to him and damn it, he was going to like it!

"No we're not!" He jumped up at that point and paced. He looked like a smoking train barreling through his carpet tracks. He changed directions every five steps. She wasn't scared but cautious wasn't out of the question. He looked like a mad man.   

"Quentin," Lovie comforted.

"We're only halfway there." He made a fleeting glance towards her before he switched paces again. She was thoroughly confused now. Was he really quoting the Black Eyed Peas? He searched for words and stopped to talk a couple of times but when he couldn't come up with it, he paced again. After the third attempt he finally said, "You tell me you need me...t-that you want me but it's not enough. Lovie that's only halfway to where we need to be before we can make love." He blew a harsh breath out and paced more after her brow still knitted tight with puzzlement.

She looked down to put his words together for clarification and when she finally got it, she slowly looked up to his erratic form. Love...that's what she forgot to tell him when she came over, that she loved him too! She was so ready to give herself completely to him that she forgot to take his feelings in account. She just figured that his dominate nature assured his confidence in her love for him so much that he already knew how she felt. She held back her smile as he walked back and forth in huge strides. He was really upset she didn't say the words he wanted...scratch that, needed to hear. "Quentin...I," he held up a hand to stop her.

"Lovie let's go the bed and we'll talk about it in the morning. I'm so tired...I can't even think straight."

"No," she said simply.

"Lovie..." He turned to her with a warned tone then moved back towards his wall, "you're not going home like that at this time of night. Just get in bed and-" the last part he said as he moved to his light switch to turn down the light. When he turned back around she was right at his side. He kept himself from jumping but his eyes betrayed his surprise. The ole sneak attack...he taught her that.

She was completely naked and the look of unyielding determination was back in her eyes. Determination and a spark of something else, something he couldn't put his finger on. When he moved to step around her she stopped him with her little frame in his path. He smiled at her boldness but still had no intention of following through. She saw it too and narrowed her eyes to him before taking his hard face in her small hands, "Quentin...I love you."

His features settled into rigid lines, "That's not funny Lovie. Let's just go to bed." Quentin knew she figured out what he was trying to say but saying it just to get laid...Ha! That's the oldest trick in the book. He gently stepped around her and started to turn back the covers on his bed.

"How dare you..." She whispered fiercely through clenched teeth.

"What?" He looked to her as he fluffed her pillows. She faced him with a pissed off stance.

She slowly walked over to him as she spoke, "I tell you I love you and you tell me to get in bed? I'm not a child so don't treat me like my feelings aren't valid!" The stomp of her foot conveyed opposite to her big girl point of view.

She was at the end of the bed and he advanced on her, "Oh please Lovie! You're only saying that because you want me to have sex with you!" He winced as her gasp filled the room. He wasn't stopping; he felt he was right and just as much as her feelings were hurt his were too! "You're trying to tell me that your nipples are hard with love or you pussy is leaking sweet nectar of devotion? Nah uh...it's lust and as little as you think of me, I want a little more from our first time together than an heated roll in the hay!"

That did it! She couldn't take anymore of his hurtful words as he spewed vial inclinations on her. Sure she was horny but she wasn't lying about her feelings for him for a fuck! As quick as a snake, she hauled off and slapped him. It rung in his ear and her palm for several seconds as they panted for clear air. They were both in angry shock but Lovie started first, "Fuck you Quentin Mavery." The venom that seeped through her words was like a fast acting poison that only fueled his fire. He clamped her body to his but she didn't cower, "I never wanted this...you know that. I was, hell, still am so naïve that my life has been turned upside down in both good and bad ways here. In spite of and as a result I've found myself loving you more and more every day since we've met. I did things with you that I never thought I could imagine on my own because of this stupid stigma that ran me out of college..." His face contorted to angry bemusement but he let her finish, "as much as I pictured myself a slut I never felt you pictured me like that too." The hurt in her voice transitioned from the original anger that started the statement. She jerked so hard from him that he stumbled back a bit. She reached for her dress then put it on and raced from the room.

He was still stunned and it took him a minute to get his legs moving from their rooted spot. He bounded down the stairs and caught up just as she made it to the alley entrance elevator. "Lov-...Lovie!" She struggled hard to get out of his reaching grasp.

"Leave me alone Quentin!" She swatted him away.

"No! Stop it! Let me explain."

"Oh you've explained enough! Explained how you're done with the cock hungry slut aren't you!" She wept openly at this point, with her back to him still. Her sobs weakened her stance and he caught her before she slid to the floor. In a heaving cry she tried another feeble attempt to shake him from her, "Get off...get off me!"

"Sshh ssh, I'm so sorry baby." His voice was full with his own emotions as he scooped her in his arms. He carried her back to his room and laid her down, she instantly turned her back to him. He took off his pants and removed her dress and lay next to her naked form. The warming connection helped her crying subside and her shudder went down to a sporadic tremble. He ran his hands up and down her side, all the while he whispered, "I'm so sorry baby...I love you," or some other variant. She never cried or got that upset in front of him and frankly it scared the shit out of him. In minutes her sniffles stopped so he broke the silence, "Baby let's talk."

~*~*

And talk they did, about everything from her homesickness, her time at Louise's salon, and at the company where almost everyone hated her. They opened up on their love, fears, and their relationship. Lovie even broke down and told him about the break in the month before. That almost sparred another fight but they decided to table that conversation for another time. Lovie hoped not too soon. By the end of it they faced each other and he ran a thumb up and down her bicep. She had her pointer smoothing his chin. They were in such a comfortable silence that when Lovie spoke he jumped a little. "Now what do we do?"

"Now we're a couple that love each other." He rolled on top of her until they faced one another again. "And couples that love each other do certain things to prove it." Quentin moved his arm so his hand fell to her widow's peak and slowly smoothed her hair back on his pillow. His face warped with so many emotions, but this time they were all good. He saw them too in hers, love, admiration, and yearning. He searched her eyes for each feeling like a kid that caught fireflies. "Lovie..." She nodded as she instinctively allowed him between her legs. He could already feel the heat at the apex of her thighs and reciprocated his own as the length of his steely rod rubbed her seam. He ducked his neck in the column of her neck and traced soft and feathered kisses to her chin and ended by devouring her lips between his for a passionate kiss. They battled tongues to a fevered pitch of groans. They broke the kiss then smiled at each other when the sound of her parted folds smacked with wetness up to them. "Guess there's no need for foreplay," he smirked as he moved one of her soft limbs up over his hip.

"Boy," she chuckled in a husky tone, "everything we've ever done to this point has been foreplay." She lifted her hips then ground them on him. He hissed low and set her with a warning look. She backed off and gave a puckish smile, "Sorry..."

He positioned his cock at her opening and ran it over her swollen lips with breathy pants. He watched her reaction when it slipped just past her folds. He was rewarded with her sensual whimper and her bottom lip sucked past her top teeth. Her wetness slathered the tip of him and he hissed then turned his head again with a slow leak of air. He looked to her face and her eyes were closed. "Open your eyes Lovie." She snapped them wide and looked down at their crotches as his hand guided his lengthy girth to her petal soft crease. Her breath quickened with anticipation, "Baby look at me." Lovie's eyes flew to his and grew as his face displayed his stark commitment to her and their love. "Are you ready?" She nodded and never broke their eye contact. "Like a band-aid?" She nodded once more. This was it, her last remaining seconds as a virgin and she strangely wasn't nervous. She knew that it would hurt for a moment and with his more than generous size she wondered vaguely if that meant it would hurt more. In spite of that the only gnaw at her stomach was the fact that he hadn't entered her yet. Then just as she was about to ask him if something was wrong he impaled her all the way to her hilt. Her sharp intake of breath lifted at the end to a strangled yelp. He shut his eyes to the celestial adventure her tight little body sent him on but wasn't too far-gone to not sate her initiation into womanhood. He took the hand that directed his cock in his love and caressed her cheek, "Are you okay sweetheart? Do you need me to stop?"

"No I'll get used to it," was all she could clearly get out. Even though he wanted her eyes open they both seemed to shut them for the same reason. She was so snug on his dick that they both had to adjust. After a moment Lovie asked, "Quentin?"

"Just give me another minute." He whispered through tight lips. Lovie smiled and allowed him his extra minute. As it stretched into what seemed like an eternity she rolled her hips to get him involved. They circled and urged him to move but he still wasn't ready. The pain had subsided for the most part and her aroused ache burned more than her newly enlivened core. He hadn't felt bliss like that ever and he wanted to be able to remember every sensation to later tell future generations. Her walls swaddled him so warm and cozy he felt he was about to resort to a child once more.

It wasn't until her small whimpered plea of, "Please Quentin," that he finally moved. He slowly went back before he retreated with a sharp thrust. She choked a beat and his face flew to hers to gage. She only shook her head and assured, "I'm fine. Just please don't stop." From there his hips took on another conscience and gathered more speed in and out of her lithe like form. He hiked her leg up to his waist and dug his fingers into her soft tresses. He watched her closely as he struggled to contain his own flame. Lovie's lids were heavy with scorching passion and lips that swelled from his ripe kisses. He hadn't made love to a woman since Ana and he was nervous he'd forgotten. Once he found a steady rhythm to course through her channel that wouldn't let him come too quickly he stuck to it. He leaned in to delve his tongue between her parted lips for another soul-searching kiss. It drove his hips deeper and harder into her and he lost himself for a moment. He barely noticed her strangled cries as his mouth danced around her saccharine soaked tongue. Instinctively he slowed, as he feared he started to hurt her. With eyes closed so tight they gathered tears at the corners, he had to fend off his own excitement before he could look to her. When he broke the kiss her moans echoed in his ears, "Oh don't slow down...please don't stop! I love it!" Her dull blunt talons burrowed in his back and he welcomed the intrusion as he stroked into her so smooth that it made her eyes roll in the back of her head.

"Jeez Lovie, you're flawless!" He choked as he palmed her tits. He ducked down further and lightly bit at her beaded nips. She then withered under his tongue while his cock tagged her tunnel as his. When she looked down and found his blue-green pools staring back at her, she threw her head back for her first orgasm as a true woman. It hit so hard her back arched into him so much that he even stilled at the sight. He whispered his defeat to her lobe as she clenched so hard on him that he thought she was going to break it off. "Baby you gotta let up a little. It's going to be over before we even start." With that notion she quickly recovered and looked to him with astonished eyes. "Don't look at me like that," he said with a mocking glare, "You asked for it!" And with that declaration, he threw the covers off of their heated bodies, hiked his leg up so that her falling limb was braced for his next barrage of pumps. He had to show her that playtime was over and she quickly got the memo as he moved like a piston in and out of her. His face concentrated on her eyes while his lower half battered into her welcoming cavern. One hand stroked her knee that was now at his ribcage while the other persuaded her hands over her head and was held there by his massive palm. "How is it sweetheart? How does it feel?" He ground out as his pelvis jacked her body to and fro.

"So good! You have me baby! You have me right where you want me!" She cried as unshed tears escaped one by one down the sides of her face.

"Yeah?" He licked the salty liquid of admission to pleasure with vigor. " I don't think so baby...you're not there yet!" He chuckled when she whimpered at his comment. "I want you over the moon Lovely!" There it was again, that commanding voice he used when he wanted her to do something, even when they weren't in a scene. She didn't mind though, hell she even loved it. She loved how he controlled her body to a tightened knot so tense that only he knew how to unravel her. As one more orgasm slammed to her core she bucked into him instinctually. "That's it baby! Take my cock in that snug body of yours." She screamed his name so loud he was relieved that he didn't have neighbors. All of a sudden his own orgasm hinted its impending presence, "Oh my god baby! I'm almost there."

"Yes!" She breathed, "Give it all to me baby. I want to feel everything you got for me! Quentin," he looked in her eyes at the sound of his name, "I love you." That kicked him over the edge and was happy to fall. The next stroke stilled inside of her and he let out a yell that matched her last orgasm. She moaned close to his lobe as his heated essence filled her quivering channel. He jerked with each spurt and collapsed to match her labored breaths. The cool air blanketed their bodies as they caught treasured gasps of breath. "That was..." She paused and shook her head as no words could describe her feeling. Lovie never came so hard in her life and for a fleeting second wondered if it would be the same with another lover. As soon as she found the strength she lifted her head and found his earth like orbs directed to her. She didn't care what other men could do because this one did more than she ever needed.

"I know baby. I know." He rolled back over so that she was lying on his chest. Quentin stroked her matted hair from her face then moved so she looked to him. Lovie sat her chin on his chest and lazily smiled. He reciprocated as he traced the pad of his thumb over the fullness of her bottom lip, "I love you too Olivia." She blushed to a hurtful grin and he chuckled lightly at her sudden bashfulness. He wasn't joking when he said she was flawless. She as perfect for him as his skin encasing his body and he'd do anything in his power to never let her forget.




Beautician and the Beast Pt. 03



~*~*~

Lovie reached up and made sure her hair didn't fall from the pins as she eased down in the frothy fragrant foam of Quentin's sunken Jacuzzi spa tub. She didn't believe Quentin when he told her that she needed to soak before bed to ease her muscles until the hot warmth encased over her hips. She let out a deep groan that made Quentin laugh with an 'I told ya' so' air. "I know I know," she admitted, "it does feel great." She laid back and rested her head on the plushy head slope that was put in to cradle the neck. She laughed inwardly at how much he loved his baths. So much so that he had his own secret stash of bath bombs. He told no one of his private obsession but his secret was out once she used his bathroom and the distinct smell that only came with a certain bath store wafted to her nose. When she found them she didn't tease, though she did go out and get him a gift set with some of his favorite bombs and added in some favorites of her own.

"It's about to get a helluva' lot better." He grinned as he rummaged through the draw for the volcanic sea salt, pine, and cypress oil bomb. Perfect for achy muscles like hers. He walked to the edge of the tub to sit and dropped the round bouillon in. The spicy aromatic sizzle of the soak and the sweet floral smell of the bubble concluded in a haze of a breezy Hawaiian walk along the beach. She looked angelic as she nodded off for a few seconds. He smiled as he took off his robe then tested the warmth of the water. He hadn't planned on joining her in the bath but he had to make sure she didn't drown.

As his feet plunked in the water she peeped to him through small slits, "Well I'll say it got better."

Quentin moved her in from of him so she leaned back on his chest, "You little faker."

"I wasn't faking! I was wired until I got in this water." She giggled as he dribbled a sea sponge over her shoulders and the tops of her breasts.

He was going to wait for the next day to bring it up but something she said when they were fighting stuck in his craw. Besides the break in that she neglected to tell him, which she was dead wrong if she thought he wasn't bringing that up again, this seemed to hang in the air more so than anything. Lovie sighed deeply and he knew she was ripe for the picking, "Lovie?"

"Hmm? Mmmm..." he began to knead her shoulders as he figured how to broach the subject. She melted more into his frame.

"What did you mean when you said I had enough of you?"

"What are you talking about?"

He swallowed hard because he didn't exactly know how he wanted to repeat what she said. "Um...you said something about being ran out of college?" Her shoulders tensed up and she slid away to face him. She remained silent so he continued, "Do you think I think you're a slut?" His questions came so fast that even he knew he had to scale it back. He didn't want to scare her.

"I-It was just the heat of the moment...I know you don't think of me like that."

"But why would you say it?"

She paused and looked away then shrugged and met his gaze again; "I guess...I-I-I was just upset that you called me out on my horniness."

He shook his head because he wasn't buying it, "Lovie, you were more upset than I've ever seen you before. It was like you had a lot of pent up emotion and you blacked out."

Her eyes were wide with each word of his last statement and her heart thudded in her chest. She shook her sudden anxiousness and plastered an ill excuse for a smile. She didn't want to have this conversation with him. Her therapy was the only thing that made her feel comfortable talking about it. She liked the ability to hide behind the fact that she paid someone to listen rather than expelling her dirt to the people she loved. It nearly broke her when she thought Quentin looked at her like they did. She lazily blinked as she moved to the other side of the tub, "I don't know what you're talking about."

He followed her but stopped short of the edge that she held on to. In spite of the still very warm water, her hands shook like the little match girl in snow. Something from her past obviously made her that tense and deep down he felt like it was the reason for a lot of their issues. "Baby, you don't have to tell me but I'd love to be your support with this." Her breath moved the bubbles from around her as she sighed and leaned back to examine him. Almost as if she fought herself on telling him her jaw tightened and he knew that the side that didn't want to say was winning. Okay, he'd go slower, "Does Cassie or Stelly know?" His voice was low and beckoned her from the edge of the tub. It was a little reminiscent of a cop talking down a jumper. She felt a little calmer as his fingers sought out her ankle under the water. Languid circles played at the tattooed etching of a peacock feather on the inset of her Achilles. He didn't have to look to know it was there and where to trace. When she looked in his eyes she felt as if she didn't have to run from it anymore and could fully accept what happened to her because obviously she hadn't as well as she thought. She met his gaze once more and saw the sincere plea to open to him. Now it was time for her to put up or shut up. She spent most of her time convincing other people that her faith in Quentin was so true she'd forgotten to fully convince herself. Deep down she knew it was her defensive nature going into overdrive because she was so tired of standing up for her own judgment. "Lovie?"

"They know bits and pieces but not the whole story. I don't think anyone does but Cindy." As soon as she said it she regretted bringing her up, but there was no way around it.

"Cindy?" He pulled her back in his embrace and wrapped a protective arm to the middle of her chest and hooked his hand on the opposite shoulder and fixed her against him again. She felt his deep breath as he said, "What does she have to do with this?" He already didn't like the sound of it.

She skirted the question for the time being to allow the whole story to unfurl. She settled in for the cathartic experience of opening up to the man she loved. "Momma had a silent rule that the only way we were going to school out of state was if someone else paid for it," she began with a humorless laugh, "Estelle, being the talented painter, got a scholarship out of state. I, being not so talented, stayed in state. At the time I was really burnt out on doing neighbors hair for prom and special occasions and felt a major in photography would be nice. It was the only thing that I felt wouldn't make me crazy and I knew it would get me abroad if I worked hard. As a quick back up I took cosmetology classes during my summer after senior year of high school but I didn't get my license just yet. I felt a bit better that Cindy was going with me as did my parents," she was in a daze at that point and didn't hear the grit of his teeth once Cindy was brought up once more, "She had a way of making them think she was a saint. Her promiscuity was legend in our town but my parents never liked to point fingers or believe in town gossip. My mother had her fair share of it in her own town when she was younger...or so she said. Anyway, as you can guess, most of the rumors were true yet she got in their hearts anyway. I was just really coming into myself and she helped with that during my first year of school. In shedding my tomboy exterior I got more attention and it felt good to get noticed. Back in high school Estelle and Cindy got all the guys while I was just content to do their hair and makeup or give their guys' second-string friends some attention. One night Cindy came squealing into my dorm about being invited to a frat party by some guy that was pledging..."

~*~*

"Cindy, I've three girls waiting on me to do their hair for other parties. There's no way I can go party myself."



"That's just it girl you never party because you're doing stuff for other people or you're afraid of what people think of you. You look like a the martyr with a Cinderella complex." Cindy nonchalantly twisted and turned as she posed in front of Lovie's full-length mirror. She turned when she saw her friend's shoulders fall in her reflection. Cindy walked over to her, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. It just makes me so sad that you don't see your potential."



"Potential? For what?"



Cindy's eyes glittered with her sudden grin, "To bring these boys to their knees honey!"



"Speaking of 'boys' what's up with you and mystery date man? I thought you had some elusive boyfriend somewhere."



"Oh please, you think I'm giving some loser pledge any of my time? I'm looking for the real deal in a senior at that party...and ask for my MANfriend. Let's just say," she came intimately close to Lovie, "He likes to watch." Then she softly poked Lovie on the nose. Lovie didn't say anything she just turned away to look at her hair magazines hoping she hid her heated flush. "Aw look at little Loves getting all flustered. I told your sister about you..." Cindy was referring to the fact that anytime she would talk to Estelle or Lovie about her debauchery Estelle would laugh and roll her eyes while Lovie would gawk with genuine interest. After a moment, she'd turn to blush but Cindy saw right through her. Even Cindy had to admit it was cute and maybe that was why He liked her too.



Lovie knew what she was going to say next because she heard it so much at that point, so she indulged, "And what's that?"



"You got a lil' freak in ya!" Cindy laughed while Lovie stifled her own giggle. Deep down maybe Cindy was right. By 19 Lovie had oral sex pretty much fine tuned to her liking and loved the act, but could never pull the trigger on the rest. She just seemed to like it more, but it never crossed her mind that she was being a freak. Only that she was circumventing her piety to her family's religion and wishes. Yet the more she heard Cindy talk about her transgressions the more curious she was about sex.



With a rolling stare upwards Lovie ceded, "Fine, I'll go sate my freakish nature. If not just to shut you up!" Lovie laughed as she went to her closet door.



~*~*

Lovie went on and choked through the story while Quentin listened to the rest of the story but he really didn't need to hear. It was the classic story of girl gets drunk at a frat party and frat guy takes advantage. His eyes were shut with anger, not at Lovie but at the guys and Cindy. As she regaled him on how some drunken frat prick took advantage of her, he wanted to ring Cindy's neck. She led Lovie to the slaughter and masqueraded as friend all after the fact as well! Lovie's sniffles shook him from his daydream and he held her close. "I haven't even told you the worst part." She sniffled, "Him and his friends taped it and put the footage with this homemade college girls gone wild DVD and sold it around the school." Quentin's stomach lurched and he tightened his eyes and grip on Lovie. It all made sense then, he could only imagine how she felt when she saw herself on his site and it burned in him more to find the fuckers so they could be prosecuted.

Speaking of which, "What happened to the guys?"

"I complained to the school but the guy had influence and got him and his friends off. He said that he was doing it for some other guy in California and he only got a cut of it. He turned him in but they never got the guy. The kid was suspended from school for a month."

"What tha fuck!" Quentin made a mental note to find that guy as well. He made a silent vow to fuck that scum's world up. She shook with tears that he felt burn his forearm and held her close again, "I'm sorry baby. I didn't mean to scare you."

She calmed herself enough to say, "It's okay, I'm just glad I can finally get it out."

"What happened next sweetheart?"

With a deep sigh she continued, "I was beyond humiliated, I was obliterated with grief. People called me names, played nasty pranks on me. I virtually lost all my friends while Cindy could barely talk to me without breaking out in tears she felt so guilty," Quentin did a mental 'humph' as he listened on, "I went home and eventually dropped out. My parents didn't know what to think. I didn't tell them anything but my mother knew better. She made me get examined by our family doctor. I remember I was so mad at her that I cried through the whole thing. But when he confirmed that I was still a virgin she still wouldn't leave it alone. She dragged me to a therapist that same day and even though it was hard at first, it did help. I went for a year and in that time I got my Cosmetology and Skin Therapy License, got my own place, and even started to date a little. So by 20 I felt I'd done a pretty good bounce back," he smiled at the obvious pride of how her life turned for the better, "my family got a little overbearing with me, as my mother never let it go. My brothers would mysteriously stop by when they saw a car in front of my place, or my dad would come over to fix a nonexistent broken door handle or something. It was comical at first but got old soon. I love them to death but I had to get out of there. I know deep down my mother knew because she'd always ask me if I'd heard anything about 'those guys at my school that got accused of the sex crimes'. I'd just shrug and change the subject. So by my 21st I moved to the west coast with my sister and by that time Cindy was there doing some modeling with her and it felt like we were the three musketeers again. The rest is history." When the story was over they both took a deep cleansing breath and laughed at their unison. It was therapeutic to say and a lot to take in so they were both drained. She was so tired of carrying the burden of her past that she didn't realize how weary it made her.

"Let's go to bed baby." Was all he said and she knew he understood. This time she didn't fight it as they lifted from the water, dried, and left the bathroom hand and hand.

Chapter Twelve

Sweat rolled down the bridge of Cindy's nose and splat to the carpet. She trembled and hoped Guy didn't notice. He of course did and promptly swatted her naked rear with the riding crop and she whimpered slightly. Another bead of sweat from her forehead mingled with a tear this time as she spoke, "I'm sorry sir."

"Oh that's nothing," he said over a mouth full of food, "if you knock over my steak I'll be sure to make you sorry." As he fixed the off kilter plate that balanced on her back he picked up the glass of wine that steadied itself on a round cheek of her ass. She was on all fours as he used her backside as a dinner table. "I'm sorry I didn't hear that?"

"Yes sir." She gnashed and he rewarded her with another swat.

"Don't test me pet." His voice low, "I'm glad you've been able to put this all on that Drew guy but I never said to put a link on the site."

"I was just taking initiative sir."

Swat! "When have I ever rewarded initiative?"

The fork and knife still rattled from her shuddering form, as she choked through a sob, "Never sir."

"You're so pathetic. You better be glad all this is almost over." Guy stabbed at a potato wedge and chewed through her quiet cries. Cindy faked her noisy tears because she knew he wouldn't let up if she didn't make noises like a hurt animal. It was too sick, even for her, how he got off on that kind of stuff. She was glad he couldn't see her face so it made her act more convincible. She'd willingly go through all this again to have the plan finally unfurl completely as she intended, not Guy. She sniffled loudly to welcome his chuckle to her discomfort and pain, yet her smirk only grew as he played right into her game. Oh it was going to be so sweet to see the look in both Quentin and his eyes. Sure her feelings for Guy were genuine and true when she first met him but when he started getting her involved with more and more of his vendetta against his twin she saw how weak he really was and it turned her off. When she finally met Quentin, some emotions were stirred again and she contemplated telling him of her involvement with Guy but then he turned her down flat she said forget it. Anger manifested into the need to fuck them both over and take the prize at the end. Guilt did set in for having Lovie in the middle of this ever since college. Although a good friend she was, a pawn was what Lovie served as first and foremost.

~*~*

The next morning Lovie flittered around Quentin who kept trying to get her in his lap as she cooked breakfast. Several times he won out and she threw away a couple of not-so-perfect pancakes as a result. They ate in a serene-like cocoon that almost enveloped them back to each other's arms but Lovie's phone stopped them. A short conversation with Cassie made Lovie feel guilty enough to have to pry herself from her man's arms...but only for a few hours. He made quick work of hiding the dress for a later date, as he had no intention of letting her out in it anymore. He sat up on the rumpled bed with his back to the headboard with nothing but boxers on. He watched as she shimmied into some left over sweats she forgot at his house and one of his wife beaters. He silently sighed in relief that she didn't ask where the dress was. As she brushed her hair in his dresser's mirror she stole glances of his trim hard body in the mirror and had to turn away before she found herself back under the sheets with him. Just the thought of having him between her legs again sent aftershock quakes to her core. Quentin would see Eli that day and they'd do more to get to the bottom of the situation. He definitely needed to talk to Eli about some things that had weighed on him for a while, but Quentin knew what Eli's stand would probably be. He decided to run it past her as well, "Sweetheart..."

"Yeah?"

He smiled when she ducked her head down to brush the back. "How would you feel if I took some time off from the company?"

Her hands slowed through her hair as she lifted slightly to meet his gaze. His expression was anxious for her answer. "Well I guess that depends. How would you feel, is the better question."

He broke out in a grin, "Don't try to analyze me. Just answer the question babe."

She matched his leer and leaned on his dresser as she put her hair up in a high ponytail. "There are too many factors for me not to analyze it first. What's this about baby?"

"It's about me finally going clean. Being more hands on with my other commitments and seeing how well I stand up."

"But you love the company..."

"Well...now, I wouldn't say all that. Yes I enjoy my time here and I'm very proud of my success with the company that I've help found but it was only because it was so easy to me. I got to do something with a hobby that I'm passionate about. Plus I can always still be a silent partner."

"So BDSM is a 'passionate hobby' for you now?" She mused as she lifted to the dresser's counter.

"Okay, yes it's a big part of who I am but that doesn't change the fact I too can get burnt out on it. Maybe I'd like something a bit more low key."

"So this could be a permanent thing for you...not just time off," She asked and waited before he nodded. She examined him like a he was under a microscope, "Quentin please tell me you aren't doing this because of me and what happened."

He hesitated before he answered, "No."

Lovie jumped down and rolled her eyes with an exasperated air. "I'm comfortable with what you do Quentin. Is it fair to say that it doesn't bother me a little? No, but I don't want to be the reason that you change your whole life around."

She walked to the foot of his bed to get her shoes and he was on her in a flash. While on his knees in bed he seized her close to his chest. "Newsflash darlin', you've already done that."




Beautician and the Beast Pt. 03



The enormity of his words washed over her again and she couldn't believe this perfect man could love her so intensely. With softened eyes and a small voice she said, "you know what I mean. I just want you to be happy."

"Fine...yes you may have been the catalyst but we've talked before about me going straight before all this, remember? I feel in my gut that this is the right time to do it. I just want to know that I have your support."

She lightly rubbed her palms to his smooth chiseled chest and pressed her lips softly to his, "Of course you have my support, I love you."

"I love you too." They kissed passionately as their pulses raced with mutual commitment and admiration.

*~*~

Lovie decided to go the scenic route though the building in hopes she'd see Havi at the front desk. She checked a message from Cindy with an all-knowing quirk in her lip as to what her friend would say. 'Hey Loves...I've spoken to your sister on the phone again. I was going to call you later once everything was settled but when Stelly told me what you were up to tonight I knew I had to call sooner. You can't go through with it. I told you about him. I told you he was nothing but trouble...anyway...call me when you get this K?' The last part of the message came out a bit rougher than the first; like she was sympatric at first then turned malicious at the end. If she didn't know Cindy so well she'd almost be scared. She instead just chopped it up to Cindy not getting her way and even started to question Quentin's judgment on Cindy all together. From what she could see there was no love from Cindy to Quentin so it was hard to believe there was ever any crush nevertheless her presently having one. The elevator opened and she was pleasantly presented with Havi's red flame image as she left the little cockpit.

"Well look what momma brought in with the turnips." Havi beamed as she crossed the desk to hug Lovie.

Lovie giggled at Havi's aphorism, as she loved her southern sayings. They reminded her of her grandmother in a strange yet good way. "How you doing sweetie?"

"I'm just fine but I should be askin' you the same thang," Havi said before she pulled back and inspected her pal, "Now, I won't dwell or keep you but I expect a full report on everything once Quentin gets this all taken care of ya hear? I bet he had a right fit when he saw it! I just hope who ever did it gets what's coming to 'em real good!"

Havi was on fire and Lovie could tell. Her southern drawl was only that pronounced when she was upset with Estelle being hit on at a bar or club. Laughingly Lovie soothed her friend, "Havi calm down, you're almost as red as your hair child!"

"Well I see you took it well." Havi huffed.

"Oh not a first I didn't but...Quentin and I dealt with."

"So you found out who is was?"

"No."

"Then how?"

Lovie just winked, "my report's not ready," she sidestepped Havi to plop in one of the chairs with a pert drop.

Havi followed close with narrowed eyes, "Olivia Laceton! You had sex last night!" Havi yelled but Lovie shushed her as she looked around and found no one. Havi lowered her voice but the tone was still excited, "Oh darlin' you better give me the goods later on but now that I have you here I wanted to talk to you about the art exhibit."

"Oh of course! What did your friend say?"

"They'd like to have it in about a week. Is that too soon? I mean do you have enough material or would you need more time?"

"No that's great! That's just enough time for me to finish some editing that I have for my last portfolio." This arrangement would allow her a clear head for Mrs. McCaffery's niece's wedding. She promised over a month ago that she'd do the wedding party's hair, makeup, and full facials the night before. It was a two-day process that would drain her if she had the exhibit to worry about at the same time.

"I better let you go..." Havi began as she rose from her chair.

Lovie's hand stopped her, "um...before you do I wanted to ask you something. It's about Cindy."

Havi's face went in a slight scowl before she went blank. "That's funny that you ask about her because she called here this morning asking if you came down yet. I didn't even know you were here so I said you weren't. Why...what she do?" The last part came out an octave lower with a flat tone.

"You really don't like her do you?"

Havi's eyes grew a bit then went apologetic, "Is it that obvious? I'm sorry sweetie, I know she's your friend and all but she is one insufferable human being."

Lovie nodded solemnly, Cindy was very hard to take by most. When people found out her and Stelly were friends with Cindy they'd always praise them for their unassuming nature towards her and the ability to 'turn the other cheek' so to speak. Cindy had a tongue like a viper and a sensibility like a bear sometimes. Lovie was so easy-going that Cindy never bothered her in that way while Stelly was more like Cindy in that she'd stand up for herself when she felt Cindy got out of line. It's probably why they respected each other more so than have a friendship bond like her and Lovie. "I know she can be mean and bit much but she means well."

"Honey there's nothing you can do to convince me of this. Half the rumors that follow me and Estelle are because of her." The eye roll that commenced after the comment told Lovie to drop it.

"I just wanted to know if you'd heard anything concerning Quentin and-"

"Cindy? Hell no!" Havi looked around herself this time then continued, "Cindy is before my time so I can't say anything before then but since I've been here I've noticed nothing but contempt between the both of them. But then again, still waters could run deep with her. I just always thought she was as shallow as puddle..." She stopped and looked to Lovie who shook her head, "Sorry honey. Just call it as I see it. Why are you asking about her?"

"I don't know. She's just been acting so weird lately."

"That's not above her. She's probably mad that you're working here."

"I thought so too but she never mentions it. It's always about how Quentin is bad for me and that I need to leave him alone." Havi pursed her lips to ponder the odd dealings then shrugged. With a sigh, Lovie lifted from her chair, "Oh well, it's probably nothing. I better let you get back to work. Let Stelle know that I'll be needing her as a model in the next couple of days will ya?"

"No problem puddin'," Havi smiled.

They said goodbyes and Lovie headed out to leave. As she walked to the car, two women she recognized as Jenna and Charlotte walked from the back lot behind the building. They had a glower on their faces as they approached and Lovie hoped they'd just pass her. Their strides slowed and to Lovie's regret they stopped right in front of the driver's door. "Jesus, you're just way too much," Jenna spat.

"What are you talking about?" Lovie started to feel a motif here; every time she had a good feeling going, something or someone had to ruin it. Today wouldn't be the day; she was in too awesome of a mood considering everything that had happened. Charlotte just sat there with a hand on her hip as if she scared someone as she eyeballed Lovie.

"First you fly in and steal my place in Cindy's wedding..."

"I did no such thing, you were too un-presentable to walk!"

Jenna sputtered with the memory of why she really didn't walk then continued, "Regardless, you stole Quentin and ruined any chance for me and him. Now he's probably going to shut the site down because of you! We'll be out of a job!" Minion Charlotte gave an enthusiastic 'yeah' to follow her leader's steps.

Lovie swallowed hard and let the rational of the conversation absorb into her. Then she realized there was no rational with these horny bitches. They were just mad that Quentin wasn't fucking them anymore. "Listen to me you insignifi-cunts," Lovie paused, got in closer, and they started to cower before she stopped, "it's time for you bitches to start acting your ages and not your I.Q. so whatever fairytale land that you think you're from where you and Quentin are dating, why don't you slide down that beanstalk into reality and get some business so you can stay out of mine." She went for the driver door to get in but Jenna was still a bit in her way. Lovie looked to the two women who were still gap mouthed from her statement, "Can you get outta my fuckin' way dearies? Thank you." The last part came out jovial and singsong. Lovie revved the engine and let down the window, "Oh and ladies? If I catch you near my man again...that's yo ass." The calm in her voice turned them sheet white as she sped off.

~*~*

Lovie was still on high as she rushed into her and Estelle's apartment. She was so energized by the moment that she didn't notice Stelly hastily tying a robe around herself as she shut her door to her room. "Oh my god Stelly!" Lovie jumpily skittered to the den and jumped on the sofa.

"What?" Estelle swallowed hard and looked around the apartment frantically. She made sure nothing was out of place or left behind from the night before with her and her guest.

"I have so much to tell you. Thank you so much for the advice," she jumped from the couch and hugged her sister and gave her a kiss on the cheek, "but I can't talk right now because I have to go over to Cassie's to catch her up on...well...everything then-" Lovie stopped when she noticed how rigid her sister was. "Stelle you okay?"

"Oh...uh...yeah girl! You just kinda scared me half to death with the way you came in and all. How did last night go?"

Lovie knew better than to take that bait and decided to scrutinize the situation more. It was nearly noon and Estelle was still in her robe and her hair was a mess. Estelle always tied her hair up at night plus she was usually up by the crack of dawn to go running. "Nuh huh! How about you tell me how your night went first?"

"W-what do you mean?"

"I didn't forget your company coming over." Then Lovie gasped as she looked past Estelle to her closed door. Estelle had a bedroom set that she loved to show off and hardly ever closed her door out of habit. "He's still here isn't he?"

"Lovie..." Estelle warned while she held Lovie firm as she tried to wiggle toward the door.

"Is he a sleep? I promise I won't wake him, I just wana see!" Lovie was like a kid at Christmas as she begged to look at her sister's new lover. She'd been celibate after the divorce and Lovie was thrilled someone finally broke Estelle's chastity.

"Olivia please!" And that was the only thing that stopped Lovie in her struggle. Estelle begged no one so this meant she really needed to not let her see him.

"Alright, alright but...you'll tell me soon right?" Estelle nodded over a sigh of relief. Lovie rolled her eyes and huffed, "Fine...I gotta go anyway. I just came to change."

Lovie changed and left to Estelle's relief, without looking in her room at her little secret. Her dirty little, sexy secret. And as she put the chain on the door to ensure Lovie couldn't just barge in again, the door's creak from behind her alerted to his entrance, "That was close." His whiskey soaked voice was still hoarse from screaming her name throughout the night.

She put a hand over her own throat as it ached from her reciprocated yells of his name as well. She turned and leaned on the door, "You damn right it was close...too close!"

"Why are you getting pissy with me? I didn't do anything!" He advanced on her but she put more distance between them as she made her way to the kitchen.

"Why did you have to spend the night?"

"Why did you let me?" He simply answered as he slowly moved like a lion to a stubborn lioness.

"I wanted answers." Estelle defended weakly.

He chuckled harshly, "well you sure got 'em alright!"

Her eyes spat fire at him, "well now that I got them you can leave." She equaled his callousness.

He stopped a foot away from her. She averted her gaze from him then held herself as she trembled slightly with anger and a bit of heated passion. "Okay Elle, truce," he was the only one who called her that and they both secretly loved it. "I didn't mean to get upset. I needed answers too and now I can honestly say that...I'm still confused." His voice was softer as he tried to loosen her death grip on her torso. She looked absolutely irresistible with her pink Hello Kitty terrycloth knee length robe and her hair a mess from his roving hands throughout the night.

"How bout I figure it out for you. We can't see each other anymore."

She tried to jerk away but he just held on stronger and pulled her to him, "That ain't gonna work for me," he growled. Estelle's incredulous astonishment made him laugh inwardly but he knew she'd be too pissed if he let it show. He knew what she needed now, a man not afraid to tell her 'no'. Not afraid to take charge of a situation. That's where he messed up all those years ago and now he was paying for it big time.

"I don't care what doesn't-" He didn't let her finish before he devoured her little sass mouth. She whimpered across his scouring tongue before he slowly lifted from her still parted lips. She kept her eyes closed as she swallowed and spoke, "You're not playing fair."

He chuckled deep in his chest as he held her with one hand and other found her hot center under her robe, "Life isn't fair." Her eyes snapped open to her familiar words that she spoke to him numerous times. She gasped as two fingers dug into her saturated slit and circled her sticky walls. Instinctually she began to raise her leg to allow him better access and his grin widened to her surrender. She snapped to her senses then planted her leg firmly on the ground. His smile slacked and with a growl he hiked her leg over his hip and ground his hard on into her crotch. The movement was so harsh and fast that she had to steady herself on his shoulders. Her eyes widened at his might and looked to him, all anger gone and replaced with the heated desire. She swallowed hard as she went to move her hands from his body. "Don't you dare," he gritted and she froze. He descended on her neck with fervor.

His hot tongue and lips drugged her while his hips kept her in a snake dance trance. In her last breathless whimper she tried to stop the madness, "we can't do this. We're over."

He answered her with another rumble and lifted her by the ass to put her on the nearby counter. "We're over Elle? Nah, I think we're just getting started." He knelt between her thighs and roughly spread them as she tried to keep them closed. Before he feasted on her like a starved hobo he looked up to her flushed disposition. Eyes heavy with yearning watching him, lips full from his hard kisses, and her robe slightly opened to reveal her taut budded peaks as they craved his attention. He silently shuddered from the sexiest image he'd ever seen. Lord how he loved to lap at her jugs. Hell, he could nibble, lick, and suck every square inch of her just as he did the night before. He loved getting her nice and seasoned for his cock and mouth so the foreplay was always just as good as the full invasion. He knew she was right about everything she said but damned if he cared. Every time they were within ten feet of each other he couldn't help but ravish her. The fight to keep him away only detonated his volatile need for her. Her heady aroma was of no other and it beckoned him as he petted the protruded flesh from her damp pussy. She was ripe for the picking but there was something else he needed out of the way before he could munch on her sweet delicious peach. He let his middle finger round her hard nub, "Say it." His voice was heavy and harsh with need yet grew pained and a bit louder when she only shook her head 'no', "Say it!" He wrist flicked and she squealed at the sudden sensation.

She was still being the perfect prisoner of war and looked to him with a slit gaze. "No."

His eyes went dark as he rearranged his hand so his thumb rubbed her clit and two fingers sought out her folds, "Say it damn it!" He jacked his fingers in and out while the thumb never left contact from her tender button. Her head fell back and she strangled on the sound that her throat tried to make. "Look at me." Her eyes moved back down to him and she looked as if she were going to explode. "Say. It."

The intense stare his chocolate eyes gave made her heart stop while her river ran wild on his digits. Her taut ball of a body screamed, 'stop fighting him girl! Say it!' Unshed tears threatened to fall, "But..."

"No buts..." He secretly cheered at her fading resolve. His lips went to her folds and rubbed her cunt lips gingerly. Barely they grazed her and she grunted from his teasing ministrations. She squirmed from his blazing breath but he held her put with an arm over her waist like a theme park safety bar. "Mmmm," he said when he pulled back and watched her as he licked her dew from his lips. "Elle, I won't tell you again."

His lip smacking chops and stern demand finally won out. She was so close at that point and couldn't stand a second longer not feeling his devilishly expert tongue in her hot box. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth and everything stilled in them as well as time itself. He was ready to devour her as soon as the word came out and licked his top lip for good measure. "P-p-please."

He lifted his brow with relief, "Thank you," then dived tongue first into her luscious pond.

"Oh shit!" She squealed as her climax that teetered for the past five minutes fell in her favor. He by far, gave the best head she'd ever had and her mistake was in telling him that. He made her his captive with his tongue every time as he lavished languid strokes that were attentive to all her outer erogenous zones. "Right there baby...yeah..y-y-" she stuttered to a stop as her mouth went into a perfect 'O' and her hands found his head as she silently screamed. His tongue curled over her clit while the bottom lip teased her opening. That move alone sent her fevered body into another fit of shudders. "I'm coming again!" He grunted like a pig to its trough as he greedily slurped and sipped at her tangy sweetness.

He removed his mouth but kept his fingers jiggling over her passage, "I only do this for you because you taste so good! Now gimme some more of that nectar baby, I want it all so no one else can have it. It's all mine!" He finished her off with two more orgasms before he lifted from his position and moved her from the counter. He went to the den with her still cradled in his arms and gently laid her on the couch. "Elle..."

"Just go," her voice small with defeat and shame. Every time she tried to stop him he'd just prove that she was no match. At first she thought it was left over lust but now, it was more apparent to both of them how their hearts were screaming from the bench to be in play. She tried to dismiss him and reached for the remote to turn on the TV. She needed him to get the hint that she needed time to herself...to think.

His jaw tightened but he decided to let her have that, "I'll go...for now Elle." The last part demanded she look him in the eye. "I'll be back." He stood to button his shirt and she bit her lip at how disappointed she got that she wouldn't see his hard chest anymore. He caught her glance towards him and smirked when she tried to hide it. He went down and captured her lips between his, her taste still mingled on his tongue and she groaned. She needed control of the situation so she bit the inside of his lip. Childish yes, but it got the response she needed. He jerked back as the iron-laced liquid tinged his tongue. Her eyes were back on fire. With a shaking finger he lifted upright. The kitten's claws were back out and he didn't have time to show her how much it turned him on again. So he turned, without another word, for the door.

Her eyes seethed at his back until he silently shut her door. She gave an Amazonian cry as she threw a pillow at the door. He was so adamant about not giving her up that she started to enjoy his insistent demeanor. In the end though, nothing could happen with them and that saddened her beyond belief. She sat upright then ran both hands through her head and whispered, "How am I gonna get outta this."




Beautician



I gripped him so tight we mostly had to stop moving, still he has not finished then as the last of my orgasm ebbs away and I start moving a little on him, he tenses up pulling me to him. I can feel him under me twitching and half pumping upwards into me. 

The real pleasure though, comes from inside. I could feel his mighty cock trembling and swelling, then suddenly drenching my insides with a hot fluid. I had a fleeting thought that he is burning me up from the inside as his fluids bounce off the back of me before seeping and creeping its way into every tiny little crack and crevice.

I lay atop him after, neither of us wanting to move, instead simply kissing and holding each other, relishing at the after effects and basic euphoria of having just had incredible sex. Then he went soft and fell free, that sort of woke us both up, quickly scrambling up I find my panties and put them back on, not wanting to lose any of the wonderful gift he had given me. He grabbed a towel and wiped himself clean before fixing his pants and getting back in the seat. I looked at him puzzled until he pointed to his hair, matted and covered in white from the shampoo I had not removed yet. Sheepishly I rinse his hair, afraid to touch it again, wanting and afraid of what happened before happening again. His hair freshly wet and cleaned we pull the plastic sheet from him and both with huge smiles move toward the front where I can cut his hair.

Well we were both smiling until we pulled the drape aside and went into the salon proper. I at least turned a bright red, we were met with clapping. Not just from Susan, there was Gruff John still, and over there in the corner perched precariously on the chair sat Robin. All of them have huge smiles, even Gruff John I swear to you I don't even remember the last time he smiled.

As Eric plops down in the chair at my station, I look at him, still grinning like the Cheshire cat. I grab up my scissors and a comb when Susan pulls me aside.

"Did he wear protection?" she more whispers than says into my ear.

'Oh crap, no condom, and I'm not using anything, I had best talk to Eric about this,' I think. Without even answering I move back over to Eric. I suppose the look on my face told her everything she needed to know. I leaned in over him and whispered in his ear about not being on birth control. His answer was so simple and so lovely, and well I fell for him then, completely madly in love.