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Meeting James Ch. 01

By: melanieatplay



My friend and I pulled up at valet parking in the front of the Paris hotel in Las Vegas. It was a warm spring evening and the sun had just begun to set behind the mountains. The air smelled fresh and clean, an anomaly for the strip I thought. I smiled to myself as I noticed the valet sneaking a peek at my legs as I extended them and stepped out of Sue's car. Maybe this would be a good night after all. 

She smiled radiantly at me as I watched her walk around her car hearing to her high heels click on the ceramic pavers as she joined me. 

"Don't worry," she said, as she adjusted her short, red halter, cocktail dress, "I promise you'll have a good time tonight."

I forced the best smile I could, all the while thinking that I should be back at my apartment finishing that finance paper or at the very least studying for mid-term exams next week. Instead of using the weekend to focus on academics, I had chosen to max out my credit cards on a sleeveless, black lace, cocktail dress and black, Prada pumps, because I didn't have any formal clothes I could wear to an event like this. I dreaded the thought of calling my parents again and asking them for the money that this evening was costing me. Even though the dress was a little short due to my 5'8" height, the deep black was the perfect contrast to my blonde hair. Hell, this dress is worth every penny I thought. 

For the better part of a year, Sue had been trying to convince me to accompany her to black-tie charity fundraisers that were held twice a year at the Paris. It always surprised me that she got invitations through her work, because these events were fairly exclusive. I had spent the last several months listening to her rave about the last one she attended, and she finally wore me down and I agreed to attend one with her. 

I put my academic concerns and financial woes out of my mind as Sue grabbed my hand and pulled me into the casino. As we walked through the main casino floor I was instantly mesmerized by the myriad of flashing lights and sounds of the slot machines. I could feel the energy in the room as the various gamblers tried their luck at the blackjack and craps tables. Tonight seemed different though, maybe it was just me, but was everyone looking at us as we walked through the room? The hungry eyes on us reminded me how much I loved dressing up and showing off a bit. 

We arrived at the door and Sue gave her invitations to the door man and we walked into the vast ballroom. I was shocked to see a full orchestra playing a catchy tune from the... I don't know... 1950's maybe? I had always loved jazz music so maybe this evening wouldn't be too bad after all. If nothing else, it was going to be different than the dance clubs that I usually went to when I wanted a night out. 

"Get some drinks and I'll find a table," Sue said. 

Walking to the bar, I admired the extravagantly decorated room. Someone really went all out I thought. Crystal chandeliers, crown molding, enormous flower arrangements on every table, beautiful silver flatware, and opulent white linen tablecloths. I started to feel a bit underdressed for the occasion. 

"Two Hypnotiq's please," I said, smiling sweetly at the bar tender. 

He instantly turned around and began pouring the drinks. I smiled to myself as I slid my fake I.D. back in my purse, happy he didn't question my age. 

I began scanning the room again, admiring the beautiful dresses that some of the women were wearing and noticed that more of the older women chose longer, more formal evening dresses, while women my age opted for the shorter cocktail dress. It must be a generational thing I thought and their more formal attire added a feeling of exclusivity to the event which I liked. It was fun to pretend I was royalty, or maybe a Hollywood starlet, if only for the evening. 

I was suddenly snapped out of my daze by a short, chubby, balding man who seemed to almost miraculously appear in front of me.

"I'm not Fred Flintstone, but I can make your bed rock!" he exclaimed proudly.

My jaw dropped. Did he really just say that? I wasn't sure if I was more embarrassed for myself or for him. I tried to move my lips to form some sort of response, but no words would come came out.

He broke my stunned silence by saying, "Do you work for UPS? I could have sworn I saw you checking out my package."

I could feel myself going from shocked, to embarrassed and then to mad. 

I started to say something clever like, "Did you come here with friends or are you the only thirty-five year old virgin here tonight," when I felt a hand rest on the small of my back. 

I turned and looked into the deepest blue eyes I had ever seen.

"Are our drinks ready yet honey?" he asked smoothly, giving me a soft kiss on the cheek.

My knees instantly went weak. 

I barely noticed Mr. Cheesy-Pick-Up-Line's look of disappointment as he skulked away. 

My rescuer looked perplexed by my choice of cocktails as he slid his credit card to the bar tender.

"It's Hypnotiq," I replied, answering his unasked question, "and thank you," I added.

He smiled softly at me. 

"You looked like you could use the help". 

I returned his smile, peering again into those deep blue eyes. The mix of gray and black hair gave away his age. Maybe 50 I thought to myself. He was wearing a black designer suit that fit him impeccably. And he was tall, six foot three I guessed, just a bit taller than me in these heels. He had a ruggedly handsome face that seemed to encompass a 'boyish good looks' quality.

Maybe at one time, perhaps in his youth, the title of pretty boy would have fitted him perfectly, but the years had turned his boyishly handsome face into the look of a distinguished older man. 

"I'm James," he said, as the bartender slid his credit card back to him, "and my fee for one rescue is a dance."

I smiled warmly at him and took his extended hand. He led me to the dance floor and almost effortlessly, I found myself securely in his arms.

For the first time in my life I was happy that my parents had forced me to take ballroom dance lessons during my junior year of high school, a month before my oldest brother's wedding. 

In the clubs that I frequented, the dancing was more of a bump and grind, pre-mating ritual, but this was formal and elegant, and he danced magnificently. 

I told him that my name was Melanie and I was a sophomore at UNLV working towards my accounting degree. We also discovered that we were from the same part of Southern California.

I had moved to Las Vegas to go to college and get away from my parents (a much longer and messy story) and he was in town checking up on his businesses. He told me that he owned about 30 restaurants in the Los Angeles and Las Vegas areas and he was in town frequently to "put out fires", as he described it.

As the orchestra ended the song, he asked me back to his table so we could finish our drinks. I knew I should decline, but he intrigued me. I was struggling to put my finger on it, but couldn't. I felt drawn to him and didn't know why. 

Seeing that Sue was deep in conversation with a handsome man, who appeared to be about our age, I accepted his offer. 

I felt his eyes on me as I walked in front of him to his table. For the first time since we had arrived I felt self conscious. I was used to wearing revealing club attire; short, low cut dresses and skirts, that showed acres of skin and put a lot on display, but a little black dress in this haughty environment, had me out of my comfort zone, especially when the older women had chosen much more formal eveningwear. Regardless, I didn't want to appear uncomfortable, especially to him. 

When I got to his table he smiled and told me not to go anywhere. I watched him walk across the room towards the bar to get fresh drinks. He moved effortlessly, confidently liked he owned the room. 

We spent the next several hours talking, dancing, and drinking. I loved his business background, and all the theories I was learning in my classes, he was putting into practice in his restaurants. We talked about management concepts, marketing schemes, and tax dodges, not exactly topics reminiscent of sexual foreplay, but I found him enthralling. He seemed to know a little about everything and he talked to me like an adult, something that very few people in my 19 years had done. Being around him was intoxicating and I stopped listening to that little voice that had told me to be careful. 

It was a little past midnight. About an hour earlier, Sue had grudgingly gone home. I reassured her repeatedly that I was alright, and she knew I could take care of myself. James made me feel comfortable and at ease. In truth, I just didn't want this perfect evening to end. 

The dance floor was packed and the drinks continued to flow and I felt wired. The drinking and dancing were having an effect on me. I wasn't sure what got my heart racing faster, his hand on my thigh as we talked, or the scent of his cologne as we danced. I was mesmerized by him and when he asked me to join him in his suite, I just couldn't find a way to tell him no. 

My knees felt like they were knocking together as we rode up the elevator to the top floor of the Paris. Exhilaration and trepidation, that seemed to be the two main themes of the evening. 

I had never done this type of thing before, not with a man anyway. Jump into bed with a guy after only knowing him for a couple of hours? That wasn't me. When I had sex with a guy, he was always my boyfriend and I made him work for it. He had to take me out and buy me dinner a few times. This just wasn't me, and what about his age? God, I can't even start to think about that. But it's happening...

He used his key card to unlock the door to the suite. He held the door open for me and I stepped inside. The great room of the suite was large and open. It looked bigger than the entire apartment that I shared with my roommate. The suite was elegantly appointed in a Parisian theme, and the Eiffel Tower and the millions of lights on the Las Vegas strip lit up the room. While I was enjoying the stunning view outside our window, I felt him move behind me.

I turned around to face him and his lips instantly fused with mine. We kissed passionately as we stumbled further into the suite, not breaking apart until we collapsed onto the enormous king size bed in the master bedroom. As we continued to kiss, I felt his fingers move lower down my stomach, while his other hand unzipped my dress. 

I felt flushed, a combination of his hands exploring my body and the alcohol that I had consumed earlier. My dress was very tight. Even unzipped, it still clung to my body. He continued to kiss my neck roughly as he slid the dress down and off of me. Shivers went through my body as he kissed my shoulders while simultaneously unclasping and removing my bra exposing my breasts. 

James immediately attached his mouth to one of my hard pink nipples and instantly started gently biting and sucking before licking around my breast and moving to the other side. I threw my head back and moaned and gasped, as he worked my breasts, massaging one while busily lapping at the other.

As James continued licking my breasts with his tongue I started unbuttoning his shirt, stopping his ministrations to my nipples so I could get rid of his unwanted article of clothing. Once I had his shirt on the floor, I moved to his pants, tugging at his belt buckle and zipper. Before I knew it I had added James' pants and boxers to the growing pile of clothes on the floor and I got down on my knees in front of him.

I paused for a moment to marvel at his cock which was a magnificent specimen, long and fat. I moved closer, so I could take it in my mouth. I gently gripped the shaft and ran my tongue over the large purple head, tasting the precum that had formed on the slit. I licked up and down his shaft several times, coating his cock with my saliva. I looked up and James' eyes were closed and low groans were escaping his mouth. Smiling, I took the head of his cock between my lips and started sucking on it, moving it slowly in and out of my mouth teasing him. As he continued groaning and writhing, I took more of him into my mouth until I had most of him in my throat. I looked up again and his eyes rolled back into his head, as I started to move my head faster. He was grunting loudly now and moving his hips off the bed thrusting into my mouth. I sat still for a moment letting him control the pace, keeping my lips sealed tight around him as he continued his thrusts. I could taste his pre-cum in my mouth, which got me even more aroused. 

I felt his body start to tense and his breathing change. For a moment I thought he was going to cum in my mouth, but he gently pushed me away and his cock slipped out, as he tried to regain control of himself and delay his impending orgasm. 

I rolled back on the bed and he was instantly on top of me, kissing me passionately and I felt his hard cock press against the inside of my thigh. He trailed kisses down my body until he reached my thong, which was now soaked completely through. I felt him slip his fingers under the material and slide it to the side, over the thin strip of light brown hair above my vagina. I opened my legs wide and watched as he lowered his eyes, looking hungrily at my pussy. 

"My God, you're so wet Melanie," he said, as his eyes traveled over my body.

I felt my wetness seeping out of my vagina and running down the inside of my thighs. Giving blow jobs always got me hot and tonight was no exception. He then slid his fingers underneath the thin material of my thong and peeled it off of me. 

Teasing me, he ignored my glistening pussy and kissed and licked my inner thigh, then I felt his mouth travel to the other side. I felt him move his lips and tongue all over the inside of my thighs, moving closer to my pussy. 

By this time, I was moaning and bucking my hips. I could no longer stand any more of his teasing and I grabbed his face and moved him so that his mouth was in line with my pussy. Apparently, that was all the prodding he needed, as he immediately started sucking on my clit and running his tongue up and down my wet slit. Gasping, I looked down as he extended his tongue and pushed it deep inside of me. 

I felt him put his hands on my ass cheeks, which he massaged roughly while keeping his tongue buried in my wet sex. The intense pleasure he was giving me with his mouth made me feel like I was slipping in and out of consciousness and I could hear the slurping sounds emanating from between my legs. My hips were bucking wildly as I ground my pussy roughly into his face. I shook and shuddered and experienced my first, of what would end up being many, orgasms of the evening. 

He let me recover by licking the wetness from the inside of my thighs and thankfully his mouth stayed away from my sensitive clit for a minute or so. Once he saw that I had recovered and my faculties had returned, he began to lick up and down my slit again. This time, he put two fingers inside of me and curled them upwards, while working his tongue over my clit hard and fast. Every nerve in my body felt like it was on fire. I was beginning to appreciate his talented tongue and he drove me to two more orgasms before I pushed him away. 

While I was coming down and trying to regain my senses I watched him climb up over me and capture my lips with his. His face was shiny with my juices and as his tongue plunged into my mouth, I could taste my pussy. I felt his thick erection press against the inside of my thigh again and I suddenly realized that he hadn't come yet.

As he kissed me I felt the head of his cock rubbing up and down my lips and over my wet slit. He then positioned himself right above my opening and slipped the head inside and then powerfully pushed forward, instantly opening and filling me. I pulled my mouth away from his gasping and moaning in pleasure. Almost instinctively I wrapped my legs around his waist as he started to slowly thrust in and out of me. 

He started out with long even strokes, feeling his weight on top of me crushing my breasts against his chest. I moved my hips up to meet his thrusts and felt another orgasm rock my body. Seeing my release, he began pumping ferociously into me. As he quickened his pace, I began to thrust my hips up hard against him. Both of us were grunting and sweating profusely as he fucked me hard and fast on that big bed. I started screaming as another orgasm overtook me and jerked violently as James continued his powerful thrusts. 

I could tell by his breathing he was close to orgasm, when he suddenly pulled out of me.

"Get on your hands and knees," he ordered.

Without thinking, I quickly complied and turned over burying my head into a pillow and raising my ass into the air presenting myself to him. I felt him slide up behind me and position himself. I was so wet from my orgasms that his cock slid easily back inside of me. Once again, he started with long smooth strokes. I heard him moan as I tightened my muscles, squeezing his cock inside of me.

This spurred him on and he once again picked up the pace, his thick cock pistoning in and out of me roughly. I felt his balls slap against me as he grabbed my thighs and pounded me hard. I felt his breathing start to change and his body tense and I knew he was again close to orgasm. I reached up between my legs and rubbed my clit which instantly sent me over the edge. Simultaneously, I heard him grunt and let out a low moan as he came inside of me. 

Exhausted, he collapsed on top of me and then moved to my side as we caught our breath.

"I could use a bottle of water, what about you?" he said, smiling at me. 

"A bottle of water sounds perfect" I answered, pulling up a sheet from the mangled bed, to cover myself up to my waist. 

I watched him as he walked across the room towards the mini bar. I couldn't help but sneak a peek at his ass as he walked away from me. It was tight and toned, he obviously spent as much time in the gym as I did. When he walked back into the room my eyes instantly lowered as his penis came into few. Even flaccid, it still looked impressive, swinging back and forth the head touching one thigh and then the other as he walked. I looked back up and my eyes caught his as he gave me a knowing smile. I looked down, shyly realizing he'd caught me admiring his cock. He handed me the bottle of water and slipped back into the bed beside me.

We began talking again as we sipped our water. We talked of our love of Southern California and of the rich history of Los Angeles. Why did I feel so comfortable around him? Post-coitus conversations should be awkward and uncomfortable, but this wasn't. I had only known him for six hours, but it felt like six years.

After about an hour of easy conversation, I could tell by the look in his eyes that he wanted me again. As we moved closer to each other and joined our bodies together, everything felt just right. This time, it wasn't animalistic fucking like before. His motions were slow and easy, and we took our time. We enjoyed each other's bodies and reveled in the pleasure we were giving each other. We both reached orgasm easily and as the sun started to come up, I fell into a deep sleep in his arms.

The last thing I remember thinking was, did we just make love? 

The next morning I awoke, and as the fog lifted it took me a few seconds to realize where I was. I wasn't in the tiny shoe box room inside my small apartment. Looking around, I realized I was in a large soft bed in some huge hotel bedroom. I became scared until it all started to come back to me. The charity fund raiser, the orchestra, the dancing, the drinks, the.... OH SHIT... SEX.

As I moved in the bed, I felt James' body pressing against me. I looked over at the bedside clock. God, it was almost two in the afternoon.


Meeting James Ch. 01



My mind started whirling. It was Saturday afternoon and I thought of everything that I needed to get done before Monday. Damn, I had already wasted half the day sleeping. I thought of trying to sneak out of the hotel room, but, just my luck, all of my stirring had woken James. 

"Good morning," he said, smiling at me. 

"Good morning," I said shyly, pulling the sheet up to my neck, making sure my naked body was covered.

"Listen, I had a great time last night, but I need to figure out where my clothes are so I can get home," I said in a mortified tone. 

My whole body was sticky from the sweat and I didn't want to think about what else it was probably sticky from. I knew I was a mess and I probably smelled like I had been having sex all night. 

"What's your hurry? I don't want you to think I'm running you off," he said smiling. 

"No, it's not that. I have a million things I need to get done before classes on Monday and I'm sure you have things you need to do as well. I don't want to get in your way," I said, looking down shyly.

Why couldn't I have just got up a half-hour ago and snuck out while he was still asleep. Now he's awake and I have to pay the piper, God, how mortifying. 

"Nonsense", he said. "Why don't you get a shower and then we'll get breakfast, err, um, lunch," he said, looking at his watch and realizing the time, "we have things we need to discuss." 

I smiled at him. "First, the only thing I have to wear is that wadded up cocktail dress in the corner. Second, I don't really think we have much to talk about."

He smiled confidently. "First, we have a lot to talk about. Second, by the time you've showered, I will have solved the clothes problem."

I thought about my options. I could either do the walk of shame wearing a dirty thong and wrinkled cocktail dress all the way to the cab stand outside of the hotel, with everyone I came in contact with in the Paris knowing I had just woken from a night of what turned out to be really great sex. Or, I could take a shower, hopefully put on some clean clothes, get something to eat (my grumbling stomach reminded me that I hadn't eaten in the last fourteen hours) and salvage a little dignity from the previous evening's activities.

I finally relented and agreed to eat lunch with him, provided I didn't have to wear the same clothes I wore the night before. 

About half an hour later I felt human again. I was scrubbed clean and at the very least, looked presentable. I wrapped myself in a towel and stepped outside the bathroom and saw a large shopping bag from Victoria's Secret on the bed. 

"I've never been that great at picking out women's clothes, so I hope you like them," I heard James call out from the bathroom, that must have been located in the other bedroom in the suite. 

I started taking the clothes out the bag. I found pink gym pants with matching pink socks; a white cotton thong and matching sports bra, a white athletic t shirt, a grey hoodie, and short brown Ugg boots. My jaw dropped open, how did he get all of this in the time it took me to shower, I wondered. 

I stepped out into the great room of the suite wearing my new clothes and James met me with a smile. He cleans up nice, I thought to myself, admiring his tight blue jeans and pressed white collar shirt.

I returned his smile and asked, "How did you manage to get all of this, in my size no less, in a half hour?" 

"I've learned that when you tip the concierge really well, he can perform miracles," he said laughing. "Now let's get going. You look beautiful, and you must be starving."

I listened to James talk between bites as I silently ate my chicken Caesar salad. He had picked a small and relatively secluded Parisian themed cafe for us to dine. He told me that he normally stayed at the Bellagio. However, one of his close business associates helped to organize the charity fund raiser last night, and his friend expected him to attend and make a sizeable donation, so it was easier to stay at the Paris for this trip. 

He asked detailed questions about the classes I was taking this semester and he marveled at how the undergrad business program had changed since he attended USC. He was at ease making small talk and although I got the sense that he was genuinely interested in my college courses and my life in general, it felt like he was holding something back, an important subject that he had yet to broach with me. 

As the waiter cleared the dishes from our table and refilled our wine glasses, James' face turned serious as he looked into my eyes. 

"Melanie, I want to see you again when I'm in Las Vegas next month." 

I looked down, flustered at his statement. 

After collecting my thoughts, I said, "James, I can't imagine what you must think of me. We meet and a couple of hours later I'm in your bed. I know you might not believe me, but last night was something I've never done before with a man. It was an amazing night, probably the most amazing night of my life, but what we did last night isn't going to happen again. It was a one-time thing"

It broke me up inside to see the hurt look in his eyes. Like a little boy who had just lost his puppy. He looked down, his confidence clearly shaken.

"I shouldn't have expected a pretty young college girl like you to want to spend time with me. Hell, I'm old enough to be your father and then some."

My eyes widened as I processed his words.

"James, my decision not to see you again has nothing to do with your age, or how you look. My life is a mess, and even though I've built a nice façade for you over the past twenty-four hours, there is a lot about me you don't know."

His expression lightened once he learned that my not wanting to see him again had nothing to do with his age or appearance.

"Has anything you told me been a lie up to this point?" he said, looking seriously into my eyes. 

I gasped, "Of course not."

"Then fill in the details of your messed up life for me," he said, as a smile returned to his face. 

I let out a low sigh. I didn't even like to think about my problems, much less admit them to myself, and now I was about to air my dirty laundry to someone I hardly knew. 

I looked down, trying to collect my thoughts, thinking of the best way to proceed.

"James, I've only been in college for a year and a half, and I already have a mountain of student loan debt. The lease is up on my apartment and my roommate is moving in with her boyfriend, so in another month I'll probably have to move back into the dorm, because I can't afford to pay the rent by myself. I drive a beat up Honda Civic that my parents bought me when I turned sixteen and it's on its last legs. The dress and shoes that I wore last night maxed out my credit cards, but I didn't have the heart to tell my friend I couldn't go with her because I didn't have anything nice enough to wear. I am probably the most proud person you will ever meet, and a couple times a month I have to call my parents and beg them for money."

At this point I could feel the tears start to well up in my eyes and I felt like a foolish child for unburdening my soul to someone I barely knew.

"And don't think I told you this to get your sympathy, because I'm not asking for it and I don't want it," I added. 

He tried to force back a smile, then his expression quickly changed to concern when he saw that I was about to cry from my revelation. 

"I can't see you again James, because my friend Sue is going to help me get a job where she works and as much as I'd really like to, between my studies and working, I simply won't have the time to see you when you are here."

"What type of job is she going to get you?" he said, looking into my eyes with concern. 

"She's a cocktail server at the Rio," I replied. "She has arranged an interview next week for me with her boss."

"I don't want to further upset you, but can I suggest an alternate plan?" he said. 

Without really thinking, I said, "all right."

"I come into town once, sometimes twice a month. If you'll agree to see me, more specifically agree to stay at my hotel with me, I'll take care of whatever you need and I can solve some of these financial problems that seem to have you so upset."

My jaw dropped as my mind started to understand the type of arrangement he was suggesting. 

He broke the silence with another question. 

"Melanie, you told me last night you had a 3.8 GPA and that your advisor has already suggested that you consider an MBA program or Law School, once you've completed your degree, right?" 

"That's correct," I said, my mind still racing. 

"Do you honestly think that your GPA will remain that high if you are working a part time job? I know you have big aspirations, and I'd like to help you achieve them. 

Silently, I considered his last statement. I was pretty sure I could keep my GPA even with a part time job, but all of my spare time would be devoted to academics. I had come to the realization that my life of clubbing and partying would come to a quick end once I started working, or I knew my grades would suffer.

"I don't want to sound condescending or self serving, but you have the rest of your life to work Melanie. I'm offering you an opportunity that few college girls your age will ever have. You'll have time to do the things you want. To study and maintain your grades, while still enjoying the club life that you told me you love. And if we do this right, every time I'm in town can be like last night for both of us, only better."

I looked into his eyes, and I could feel his words winning me over. I had always been a good judge of character. When something wasn't right, I felt it. With James, I felt at ease. That was worth everything to me and I knew this idea of his was worth considering. 

"I need you to listen to me Melanie," his words snapping me back into reality. "I want to be upfront with you, even if what I'm about to tell you queers this deal."

I smiled at him. Queers this deal?  That was the first time I had ever heard the word queer used in that context. It's going to be different being with an older man I thought.

"Yes James Dear, I'm listening," I said sweetly.

He gave me a mock stern look. He could tell I was joking, but I made a mental note not to tease him that way until he got to know my sense of humor better. 

"I'm married and I have two young children" he said softly. 

My heart sank. I sensed that there was a woman in his life. I was hoping that when he was ready, he'd tell me that he was divorced. The last thing in the world I wanted to hear was that he had a wife and children. 

"I understand," I said, and I knew he could see the look of disappointment on my face.

"After our second child was born my wife lost interest in having sexual relations with me. Now we only have sex a couple of times a year and even when we do, it's not that good. I've tried everything to change the way she feels, but nothing has worked." He looked down, unable to look into my eyes as he continued, "My children mean the world to me, and I love them dearly, and I'd never put them through a divorce. So whatever happens between us, I want you to know that I'll never leave my wife." 

We sat silently for a few minutes contemplating what the other had said. I didn't expect any of this when I agreed to go to lunch with him. Maybe I should have put on that crumpled dress and left when I woke up? Maybe I need to get up from the table and leave now and never see him again? This is a complicated situation I thought. Our lives were messy and neither of us was perfect. That much was obvious. The more I thought, the more I kept asking myself one simple question. Did it feel right being with him? That question was very easy to answer. It did. 

I looked him in the eyes and smiled. "I'm in James."



Meeting James Ch. 02



"We have a lot we need to do before this evening, and we need to get started," he said in a commanding tone.

He paid the check and we walked out of the café, his arm securely around me. It was the first time he had touched me since we woke up naked together that afternoon.

We walked outside to the valet station and he handed his ticket to the attendant. It was a beautiful sunny day, maybe mid 80's I guessed, typical spring weather for Las Vegas.

There were several couples ahead of us, so I knew it would be a few minutes before they'd get James' car and bring it around. One of the couples, who I'd guessed was in their mid 30's, had a baby stroller. I watched as the mother doted on the baby while the father talked on his cell phone.

I then looked over and saw two college-aged guy's not so subtly checking me out. I looked away, ignoring them while I simultaneously felt James possessively pull me closer to him. The two gawkers taking the hint, looked away and inwardly I smiled to myself. In the year and a half I'd been in Las Vegas, I hadn't really dated and it struck me that I had forgotten what it was like to be part of a couple.

The valets delivered the cars to the young family and my admirers and they drove away, which left James and I waiting along with two middle aged women. They were standing far enough away from us so that I couldn't make out everything they were saying. However, both of them were giving me the 'stink eye' in a big way and whispering what I was sure to be snide comments to each other. I'm sure James could feel me tense up as they continued to look at us and rudely sneer.

Just as I was about to verbally engage the spiteful old bitches, a blue convertible Mustang pulled up in front of us.

"This is our ride," James said as he pulled me towards the car. He tipped the valet and we sped off quickly down the Las Vegas strip.

I was looking forward, gritting my teeth. The more I thought about them and the spiteful things I was sure they were saying, the more I seethed in anger. James' voice snapped me out of it.

"What's wrong," a look of concern in his eyes.

"Nothing!" I snapped, looking forward again.

"If I were to venture a guess, I'd say your sudden foul mood would be the result of what those two women were saying at the valet stand."

"I didn't hear them," I said curtly, which was a partial truth because I couldn't clearly make out their words.

"How can I put this kindly," he paused, "they appeared to think that I was renting you for the evening," he said, looking soothingly into my eyes.

My blood was now boiling as James confirmed my suspicion. "Nasty old bitches," I said under my breath, but loud enough that James heard me.

He suddenly pulled the car over to the side of the road.

"Look at me Melanie," he said, sternly.

I defiantly looked down, ignoring him.

"Now!" he said, in a voice so cold it chilled me to the bone.

I sheepishly looked over at him. His icy voice brought me back to a time in my childhood when I was a few seconds from being put over my father's knee.

He took a deep breath and I could see he was trying to calm himself down before he spoke.

"I turned forty-eight last month Melanie and you are nineteen. How do you think people are going to react when they see us together in public? The naïve ones are going to think you are my daughter. But given the nature and reputation of this town, most of them are going to assume the exact same thing as those women at the valet stand."

I looked into his eyes, as his words begun to sink in.

He continued, "I refuse to stay in my hotel room the entire time I'm here. I want to experience this city. I want to take you to nice restaurants and see shows and concerts with you." He paused for a moment, and then continued, "If I can summon the courage, maybe I might even see these clubs that you've told me so much about," a slight smile returning to his face. "My point is: I can't constantly be worried that you will get into a fight, verbal or otherwise, with every idiot who says something to you, or looks at you, in a way that you don't like."

I took a few seconds and I contemplated what he had said. I was mature enough to know he was right, but young enough that I didn't like being called out, even when I was wrong.

"I apologize for my inappropriate behavior," I said meekly, "and it won't happen again."

"Thank you," he said, as he pulled back out onto the road.

After several minutes, I broke the silence.

"Did I tell you yet that this was a nice car?" I said, smiling at him, in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"It's a rental," he said, his eyes not leaving the road.

"Where are we going?" I asked, as the wind picked up and started to blow my long blonde hair around.

"Henderson."

"What's in Henderson?" I said, trying to keep him talking, because I saw that his mood was improving the more he spoke to me.

"The Valley Auto Mall," he said, as we approached the entrance to the freeway.

The Valley Auto Mall was a group of independent car dealerships. One of my friends lived about a mile from it, or I probably wouldn't have known what it was.

"Why are we going there?" I said.

"Because my girlfriend isn't going to drive around in a beat up Honda that's older than she is," he said smiling, his mood now returning to normal.

I smiled at him radiantly as I realized the reason for our trip and reached over and squeezed his thigh as he quickly accelerated the Mustang to freeway speed.

I quickly discovered that car shopping wasn't as much fun as the commercials made it appear on TV. We looked at almost every car on the lot and nothing caught my eye. Just as we were about to try another dealership across the street, a large SUV came into the site. I put my arm around James and squeezed as I walked towards the car.

The salesman who had been trailing us around the lot smiled and said, "You have good taste young lady."

"I pictured you in a little sports car Melanie, is this really what you want?" James said, in apparent disbelief.

"It's the only Land Rover on the lot," the salesman said, looking at James. "We got this Discovery in yesterday. It's a two year old lease return with very low miles and I can already see your daughter loves it."

James and I both broke into wide smiles as the confused salesman looked on.

"Why don't you wait in the car and I'll take care of this," James said looking at me, a big smile still on his face.

"What were you saying earlier about naïve people, Daddy?" I said, as I saucily patted James' ass. I barely caught a glimpse of the stunned salesman's face as I turned and walked towards the Mustang.

About fifteen minutes later James joined me in the car.

"You can pick it up on Monday; just show them your driver's license. They assured me they'd have the title ready and I don't want you driving that Honda again, is that understood?"

"Yes James," I said, barely able to contain my excitement.

"Good. I'll feel better knowing you're driving something safe," he said, as he pulled the car onto the freeway on ramp.

Still exhilarated from the realization that I had a nice car to drive, I reached out and touched James' thigh, and in my exuberance, I accidently brushed his penis which I was surprised to find was semi erect.

I looked into James' eyes with a knowing smile.

He tried to look gruff, but broke into a big smile. "I can't help it. You have this affect on me and I feel like I'm in high school again when we are together."

"Really," I said smiling; a wicked thought entering my mind. "Let me show you what I liked to do in high school then."

I leaned over and rubbed James' cock harder, feeling it become instantly erect. Trying to keep his eyes on the road, he looked down long enough to see me unbuttoning the front of his jeans freeing his big cock from its restraint.

Without warning, I leaned down and took James' cock into my mouth. I felt the Mustang swerve in the lane and a gasp escape his lips as I worked the fat member further into my mouth, until it touched the back of my throat. I started to move my head slowly up and down, enjoying the taste of him. I felt the car move back and forth in the lane in unison with my mouth as I slowly bobbed up and down. I heard his breathing become strained, and I ran the tip of my tongue over the head of his cock and through the slit which caused his pre cum to leak out at an increased rate.

I was pumping my mouth up and down faster, really getting into it, when a loud deep bellow sounded from just above me. James' cock popped out of my mouth and I looked up over my shoulder to see a driver from a large semi-truck smile at me, as he enthusiastically pulled the cord sounding his horn over and over.

I laughed out loud at the driver as James smiled at me and stomped on the accelerator, speeding past the truck.

I looked down and saw his throbbing cock standing at attention, with a heavy coat of my saliva all over it.

"James, if you can avoid the truckers, I have a job I'd like to finish down here," I said, laughing again as my eyes met his.

He laughed, and said, "Trust me, the last thing I want is for you to be interrupted again."

I smiled at him as I lowered my mouth back onto his cock. Again, the car swerved but thankfully not as bad this time. I'm glad he's a quick learner I thought. I love giving head, but not at the expense of getting into a wreck on the freeway.

I slowly worked his cock in and out of my mouth. I was taking my time and I wanted to enjoy it. I loved running the tip of my tongue along the underside of his member so I could feel the bulging veins. My God, James had such a beautiful cock, I thought.

He had really good control, but after I picked up the pace I could feel his ass start to lift up off the seat of the car, I knew he was getting close. I put my hands on his thighs and tightened my lips around the head and remained motionless, letting him control the pace. I heard his breathing change and his body stiffen. His thrusts became short and quick. I heard a loud gasp escape his lips as I felt his hot cum splash onto the back of my throat. His cock pulsed and squirted several more times before I started to swallow. His hips continued to pump and I continued swallowing a few more times, until the hot blasts subsided.

I felt his cock started to lose its rigidity in my mouth and I gently grabbed the base and licked his shaft up and down, cleaning the remaining cum that I wasn't able to swallow. I then ran my tongue through the slit, cleaning the last bead off of the head. Satisfied, I carefully slid his cock back in his jeans and re-buttoned the fly.

When I was back upright I looked over at him and smiled at the sight. He was looking straight ahead in a daze, gripping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles were white. I stared at him a few more seconds, "Umm, are you ok?" I said, in a voice barely above a whisper.

"Jesus Melanie, yes I'm fine," he finally said smiling. "I think you broke something loose."

We arrived back at the Paris and checked the Mustang in at the Valet station. We walked through the casino with James' arm around me, holding me close. I made a promise to myself that from then on, I was going to ignore the looks and gawking of the people around me. I wasn't going to let the judgmental attitude of others spoil my mood. He made me happy and I knew I was making him happy. That was all I cared about.

I froze in mid step and stopped walking.

"What's wrong Melanie?" James asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"I need to go by the front desk," I said. "My roommate dropped off some things for me that I'm going to need, if I'm going to stay with you until Monday morning.

"Let's go up to the room, I'll take care of that," he said, as we continued walking towards the elevator.

As the elevator whisked us up to the upper floors, James pulled out his cell phone and I listened to him speak.

"It was already delivered to my room? Thank you," he said, hanging up his phone.

I smiled at him. No matter what the situation was, he seemed to be in control of it. I had spent the last year and a half trying to figure out how to take care of myself while being away from my parents. It was a strange feeling having someone look after me again.

He used his keycard to open the door to the suite and we stepped inside the great room. The shades on the panoramic windows were open and I looked out, seeing the view of the Las Vegas strip at dusk, was truly magical I thought. James' voice broke me out of my trance.

"So this is the mysterious package that your roommate delivered to the front desk," he said smiling.

I gave him a playful look, "Yes, those are the bomb making materials that she brought me."

He laughed as he walked into the master bedroom, "Smart ass," I heard him say as he entered the bathroom.

I looked in his direction and smiled as I unzipped my backpack and saw my books and laptop. I owe Rachel big time for this I thought.

I heard the toilet flush and moments later James walked back into the great room. "I have some reports I need to look over before we go out this evening. That should give you plenty of time to get your school work done."

"That would be great," I said. "I have to finish a paper for my finance class that meets on Monday," I told him, as I pulled out my laptop and powered it on.

"Well, before you get started on your paper Hemingway, you might want to take a look at what's on the bed," he said, looking over at me smiling.

Perplexed, I walked into the master bedroom and my jaw dropped open. On the bed there were ten Victoria's Secret bags lined up in a row. I looked inside the bags and started pulling out clothes.

The first few bags were filled with dresses, skirts and tops. Some of the clothing was more formal, things I could wear on a nice evening out. I counted five very short, sexy cocktail dresses that I couldn't wait to try on. Other articles of clothing were more casual: jean skirts, T-shirts, and hoodies, perfect for wearing to class I thought.

The next two bags were filled with various articles of lingerie. I marveled at the assortment of bras, panties, and thongs, ranging from plain cotton, to very racy lace and silk, in a multitude of colors. Looking through the next bag, I pulled out more lingerie: teddies, slips, corsets, and baby doll nighties, all in different colors. Someone was thinking of himself when he bought this, I thought smiling.

The next bag was filled with workout clothes: various types of shorts, several different colors of yoga pants, tank tops, and three packages of gym socks. The next bag was filled with various types of shoes: three pairs of tennis shoes, several pairs of casual sandals, and four pairs of heels I could wear in the evening. The last bag was filled with three pairs of short Ugg boots, in different colors.

As I continued to look through the clothes I noticed James behind me at the door smiling. I thought to myself that I must have looked like a child at Christmas. I turned to look at him smiling, "Thank you so much James," I said sincerely.

"You're welcome," he said. "Now get your homework done young lady," he said in a mock gruff tone, that made me laugh.

As much as it pained me, I tore myself away from my new wardrobe and sat at the table in the great room and began the arduous task of completing my finance paper. Several times I looked over at James as he sat on the couch pouring through his stacks of papers. On a couple of occasions our eyes met and we'd take a few seconds to smile at each other before returning to our work. I marveled at how easily he put me at ease.

Once I completed my paper, I stood up then walked over to the couch and sat down beside him. He was still engrossed with his work and I almost regretted sitting next to him because I thought my presence on the couch might disturb him.

"Whatcha doing?" I said in a sheepish tone.

"I'm preparing for dinner tonight," he said, while continuing to read the paper in his hand without looking at me.

"That must be one complicated menu," I said smiling.

He laughed, and turned his head, looking into my eyes, his expression changed to one of seriousness.

"I have a restaurant in Summerlin that's just barely above break-even. We are eating dinner there tonight and I'm going to talk to the manager and find out what the problem is."

His ominous tone sent a chill through my body. I marveled at how James could be so jovial with me one moment and so menacing the next when the subject of his business came up. He gave me a warm smile as his eyes returned to his papers which instantly put me at ease.

A few seconds later he said, "We'll be leaving in about an hour, if you want to start getting ready," his eyes never leaving the paper in his hand.

I stood up, walked around the couch and bent over and kissed him on the cheek. Then playfully, I leaned back as my mouth made contact with his ear. I gently bit and then sucked on his earlobe for a brief second.

"I'll try to look presentable for you tonight," I whispered sexily into his ear, before I stood upright and then walked into the master bedroom. I could feel his eyes on my ass as I disappeared from his sight.

I walked over to the bed and picked out a matching red lace bra and thong panty set. I looked again through the dresses and chose a black sequin, v-neck dress, that would go perfectly with my black Prada pumps I wore last night.

I had plenty of time so I thought a quick shower would be refreshing. I went into the bathroom, undressed, and stepped into the large shower. I turned on the warm water and closed my eyes feeling instantly refreshed. As I applied body wash to the luffa I heard the door open and James stepped into the shower with me. I smiled at him and stepped aside, watching as the warm water poured over his body. His big cock was semi-erect and I felt it press into my thigh as he turned underneath the stream of warm water. He opened his eyes and I leaned in and kissed him, taking his cock in my hand and gently stroking it. I felt it pulse and grow as it seemingly came alive with my gentle coaxing.

While we kissed, he reached down between my legs and I wantonly opened them, giving him easier access to my pussy. I felt his fingers part the lips of my vagina as he separated them and gently rubbed, causing me to gasp as the tips of his fingers brushed my clit.

Breaking our kiss, he barely spoke above a whisper, "God Melanie, you're already wet," he said, as he continued to explore my vagina with his fingers.

I looked up into his eyes smiling, as I continued to stroke his cock in my hand, bringing it to full hardness. "Sometime, if you remind me, I'll tell you what giving a blow job does to me," I said sexily, trying to remain steady on my feet as he continued to rub between my legs.

He gently pulled away, breaking our contact with each other. "Turn around," he said huskily."

I could hear the need in his voice as I complied with his command.

I faced the wall and stood directly beneath the shower head as I felt the warm water continue to cascade over me. I put my hands above my head and placed them on the wall of the shower and bent slightly forward spreading my legs wide. I felt him move behind me, and then two of his fingers rubbed up and down my slit causing me to gasp as they made contact with my clit again.

Seconds later he withdrew his fingers and replaced them with the head of his cock. I felt the bulbous head separate my lips as he rubbed up and down causing me to let out a low moan. I reached behind and placed my hand on his thigh, feeling the hard muscles in his leg.

"Keep both of your hands on the wall," he ordered, in a low growl. I instantly complied, the intimidating tone of his voice shocking me a bit.

I felt the head of his cock rest at the entrance of my vagina and then I felt him push forward slowly. I gasped as his shaft opened and then started to fill me. He continued to push forward until I felt his body press up against mine. He remained motionless for a few seconds, letting me adjust to the feeling of having him inside me. He then slowly started to move back and forth. My knees became weak and I leaned harder against the bathroom wall for support. I felt his hands rest on my large breasts and felt my hard nipples slip through his fingers, aided by the water that was falling down on both of us from the shower.




Meeting James Ch. 02



He remained at a slow and steady pace, rocking in and out of me. I felt that familiar feeling starting to build as my breathing increased, I knew I was close to orgasm. He then took my nipples in his hands and pinched them. The semi-intense pain instantly sent me over the edge as I felt the waves of my orgasm wash over me. Involuntarily, my hands left the wall and I felt his hands on my hips steadying me, so I didn't fall, as he continued to slowly fuck me through my orgasm.

Once he could see that my orgasm had subsided and I had control of my body again, he said in a low voice between grunts, "Put your hands back on the wall Melanie."

As I complied with his order, I felt him increase the pace. The water continued to flow over us and caused a slapping sound when his body made contact with mine on each hard thrust.

He was aggressively pounding me now which felt incredible. My knees were going weak from his hard thrusts and I found it difficult to remain in that standing position against the wall with my hands above my head. The slapping sounds grew louder and I could hear his breathing start to change and become shallower. I knew he was close to coming as I felt myself start to climb again and those shock waves started to go through my body. His hands were on my hips and he used my body to give him leverage to thrust into me even harder and deeper. I felt my body start to shake in orgasm as his hard thrusting slowed and he grunted loudly as he came inside of me. As he reached orgasm, he fell forward into my back, which in turn, pressed me forward into the shower wall. For several minutes we remained motionless as the water continued to wash over us, his body pressed into mine as our orgasms subsided. I felt his cock shrink and slip out of me as our breathing returned to normal.

He kissed my neck as he whispered into my ear, "I think I need another shower."

I felt like a million dollars as we walked through the casino side by side, with James' arm around me. I loved wearing black as it was a great contrast to my blonde hair and the short dress really showed off my long, tanned legs. I was in such a great mood from the amazing sex, that I barely noticed the nasty looks that we got from some of the people in the casino.

Before I knew it, we were on the freeway heading west to Summerlin. Being from Southern California, I always thought that Summerlin is to Las Vegas, what Beverly Hills is to Los Angeles. It's a small, affluent community with nice homes and restaurants and apparently one of those restaurants was owned by James. If he wasn't making money in Summerlin, there was definitely a problem that he needed to fix.

I had pinned my hair up because I didn't want the wind tussling it and I knew James would have the top down again in the Mustang. It was a beautiful spring Saturday night and I loved the romantic vibe I felt being with him. James had his hand on my thigh as we drove which sent chills down my spine. I loved how he liked to have his hands on me. It was nothing overt or necessarily sexual, just a constant reminder from him that "I'm here." Maybe it was something more, but I couldn't put my finger on it, I just knew I liked it.

I was really hungry and I thought about teasing James that the food at his restaurant had better be good. However, I reconsidered my jest. If his restaurant wasn't making money, teasing him about the quality of the food might not be wise.

Outwardly, he was in a good mood, smiling and talking to me like everything was fine. Inwardly, I knew him well enough to feel the underlying tension. This wasn't a fun night out for him. This restaurant was costing him money and I could tell he was serious about getting to the bottom of it.

A short time later we pulled off the freeway on Town Center Drive and drove about a mile to what looked to be an exclusive part of Summerlin. We had driven through an area with multi-million dollar homes and very expensive looking shops and boutiques and arrived at a large Italian restaurant. I had remembered reading about it in the 'best of' section of several Las Vegas magazines, and for whatever reason, it surprised me that James owned it.

We pulled up in front and a young valet took the keys and another young man opened the doors for us as we walked inside. Upon entering we were quickly met by a middle aged man.

"It's good to see you again Mr. Moretti," the man said as he shook James' hand.

I could see the tension in the man's eyes and felt the strain between them during their brief interaction. So much for a fun night out, I thought.

"David, this is Melanie," James said, looking towards me.

David quickly shook my hand without even really looking at me. His hands were clammy, almost wet. I realized just how nervous he was.

"I reserved a table in the back Mr. Moretti, please follow me," David said.

As we walked through the restaurant, I looked around and appreciated the elegantly decorated walls, appointed in a somewhat modern, but also hints of a classic Italian theme. As David led us to the table, I noticed immediately that the restaurant was full, nearly to capacity. It was an older crowd; most of the men were in suits and many of them wore ties. Most of the ladies were wearing longer, formal dresses, while a handful of the more daring ones had on shorter, sexy dresses like mine. Many of the women wore very nice jewelry. I saw what looked to be very expensive watches, bracelets and necklaces. It was definitely an upper class crowd.

David sat us at the table in the middle of the room and then took a chair close to James and they began talking quietly. I could make out a few words, but, for the most part, I tried to ignore them. There seemed to be enough tension between them and I didn't want to make a bad situation worse by eavesdropping on their conversation. A pretty waitress approached the table and handed James and me menus. I looked over the menu and noticed how expensive everything was.

"Do you have any questions for me?" the waitress asked, smiling sweetly, looking directly at me.

She had an olive complexion with dark skin and eyes. She had beautiful brunette hair in a ponytail that reached the middle of her back. She looked to be in her early twenties, and she was truly striking.

I looked at her name tag, "Which salad would you recommend Gianna?" I said, looking into her beautiful dark eyes.

"We have a great antipasto salad that comes with your choice of either shrimp or chicken," she said, as she touched my arm lightly.

Ok, I'm not crazy; she's flirting with me, I thought. The way she touched my arm definitely confirmed my suspicion.

"I'll take the antipasto salad with chicken and a glass of white wine," I said.

By now, the conversation was growing heated between the men. James didn't even acknowledge Gianna at the side of our table as she tried to take his order.

Trying to assist her in getting his order, I leaned in and whispered, "Did you find what you wanted to order James?"

I looked over and saw that my question momentarily put the increasingly tense conversation between the men on hold.

"Just pick out something for me," James angrily said, snapping at me, before returning to his conversation with David.

I was shocked and hurt at the rude tone in his voice. Trying to compose myself, I turned to our waitress.

"He'll have whatever is on special for tonight," I replied to Gianna.

She nodded, giving me a quick look of understanding, realizing something wasn't right at our table between the man I was accompanying and her manager. She turned quickly and left.

I nonchalantly scooted my chair away from the men, trying to give them as much privacy as I could, without making it look too obvious to the other guests.

It was a festive atmosphere in the restaurant. The couples at the other tables were laughing and smiling, enjoying their meals. The jovial mood in the restaurant was a stark juxtaposition to what was transpiring at our table; two men heatedly talking under their breaths, and at times, looking like they were seconds from coming to blows.

A few minutes later James stood up, looked at me, and angrily said, "We are going to the office to talk."

Without further explanation, both men abruptly left.

Once James was gone, I was the only one sitting alone in the dining room. To make matters worse, I was in the middle of the crowded dining room and it felt like every eye in the room was on me. It wasn't enough that I was the youngest one in the restaurant, eating with a man who was more than twice my age, but now, he'd left me by myself. My mood was turning fouler by the second and I found it much more difficult to ignore the judgmental stares of some of the older people sitting around me.

A few minutes later Gianna brought our plates of food, set them down and gave me a caring, sympathetic smile.

"Can I bring you anything else?" she said softly.

"I'll take a better boyfriend." I said, forcing a smile.

She looked tenderly at me and squeezed my hand.

"I'll be back to check on you soon," she said compassionately, as she turned and walked away.

I looked down at my dinner, the salad looked delicious.

The aroma from my plate was causing my stomach to grumble, so I decided to eat. Who knows how long James will be, I thought.

I had taken several bites of the salad, when James returned to the table, without David.

He sat down and looked at his plate, "Who ordered this shit?" he said, looking at me angrily.

Shocked at his statement, I looked down at his plate. I had been so upset I hadn't even noticed what Gianna had brought.

I looked at him with daggers in my eyes. "I guess the special tonight is escargot. You could complain to the owner, but I doubt it would do much good because he's acting like a real asshole this evening."

James' jaw dropped open.

I stood up, "If you'll excuse me, I need to use the restroom," I said, without looking at him.

Almost in tears, I turned and walked towards the front door. I was tempted to walk out, but then thought better of it. I needed to calm down. I saw the sign for the restroom and opened the door and walked in. I scanned the row of stalls and headed towards the last one, noticing it was larger, for women in wheelchairs. I opened the stall door, quickly locked it behind me and sat down on the toilet. It took everything in my power not to cry.

What was I doing here? I took stock of my situation. It was Saturday night, and I should be in a club drinking, dancing and having fun. Instead, I'm in a stuffy Italian restaurant in Summerlin, surrounded by two-hundred old people, and getting yelled at by a man I barely knew. This is stupid, I thought to myself. I unzipped my purse and began digging around in the clutter looking for my cell phone to call a cab. Just as I found it and pulled it out of my purse, I heard a knock on the stall door.

"Are you ok?" I recognized the voice, it was Gianna.

I opened the door and she stepped inside with me and closed it behind her. "I heard everything and I just wanted to check and make sure that you were alright," she said softly, her tone barely above a whisper, even though we were the only ones in the restroom.

"I'm fine," I said softly, looking down, embarrassed that she had overheard the argument between James and I.

She smiled at me and said, "Older men can be just as big of a pain in the ass as younger ones."

We burst into laughter together and she gently touched my arm.

I looked into her eyes and felt the sexual tension between us. She leaned in and pressed her lips to mine as we kissed passionately. I heard her heavy breathing as I pressed my body to hers, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. We slowly broke the kiss and leaned back away from each other. Our eyes were still closed, both of us enjoying the erotic embrace. Moments later, we opened our eyes simultaneously and smiled at each other, neither of us wanting to break the romantic mood by speaking.

After a few seconds she spoke, "I need to get back out to the floor before they send a search party out after me," she said, looking into my eyes and tenderly smiling at me. "As much as I'd like to stay in here and make out with you all night, I can't afford to lose this job."

God, she had the most beautiful, big brown eyes I had ever seen. I felt myself instantly smitten with her.

"Don't worry," I said. "You won't lose your job. I'm fucking your boss's boss."

We both burst out into laughter like school girls.

She reached down and grabbed my cell phone out of my hand. She pressed a few digits, and then handed it back to me.

"Now you have my number, and you had damn well better use it," she said, smiling brightly at me before giving me one last hot kiss on the mouth.

She took my hand and led me out of the stall. I couldn't help but look down and notice her tight black slacks and the amazing ass that filled them. My God, I thought, is there any part of this girl that isn't perfect?

She let go of my hand as I stopped at the sink while she kept walking towards the bathroom door. When she reached it, she stopped, and turned to face me.

"It's none of my business, but for what it's worth, Dave makes everyone around here crazy." She looked down, then those beautiful brown eyes looked back up into mine and she continued, "You're right, he was an asshole, but I saw the way he was looking at you when you both came through the front door this evening. Give him another chance."

She smiled and walked out of the bathroom.

I put my phone back in my purse and contemplated her statement. I took a moment to check my hair and makeup in the mirror and then I walked out of the bathroom.

When James saw me walking up to the table, he stood up and pulled my chair out. I sat down and he pushed my chair in and then took his seat next to me.

I looked at his plate. The snails were gone and a big steak was in its place.

"I wasn't sure you were coming back," he said softly.

Oh hell no, I thought. You're not getting off the hook that easily.

"I almost didn't," I said, looking icily at him.

He looked down. I could see the embarrassment and regret in his eyes. Slowly, he looked up at me.

He spoke softly, "I handled that situation poorly. It wasn't right to leave you at the table by yourself, or snap at you when I got upset, and I apologize," he said sincerely.

"It's ok," I said.

He reached down and gently rubbed my thigh. The world felt right again.

We both ate silently for a few minutes. I could tell by the change in his demeanor that there had been a resolution to the situation between him and David. My better judgment told me to stay out of it. Then I thought, if I'm his girlfriend, why can't I be nosey?

"May I ask what happened between you and David?" I said quietly.

He looked at me for a moment, contemplating my question.

"An assistant manager has been stealing money for the last three months and I fired him. David wasn't in on it, but I still held him responsible. Because he's the manager, it shouldn't have taken him three months to discover that someone was stealing from me. David is going to pay back the stolen money and everything is fine now."

James paused for a moment, as he looked around, and then continued.

"He's a good manager. Just look at this place, the customers are happy and this restaurant is very profitable. Firing him would only create more problems that I'd have to fix later. He just can't be that complacent. He has to watch this business closer, and from now on, he will," he said, before taking another bite of steak.

I smiled sweetly at him. I found myself thinking how much I liked the fact that no matter what was happening, he had it under control. My mind was starting to wander, thinking about his love of control, when a voice broke the silence.

"May I get you another glass of wine?"

I looked up and saw those big, beautiful brown eyes.

"I think my boyfriend would just like the check Gianna," I said, smiling at her.

She returned my smile, giving me a knowing look that said she had realized James and I had put things back together.

"That's not possible Ma'am," she said sweetly. "My manager told me that your meals are on the house."

I looked at her and smiled brightly, "In that case, I'll take another glass of wine Gianna."

"I'll be right back with your wine Ma'am," she said, her eyes meeting mine, as she touched my arm again and turned to head towards the bar.

James gave me a puzzled look, "How do you know her name?"

I smiled at him and said, "First, her name is on her name tag. Second, I made out with her in the bathroom while I was gone."

"He laughed and said, "Yeah right."

I raised my eyebrows and looked seriously into his eyes, until that boyishly handsome smile left his face and was replaced by a look of awe.

It was almost midnight when we got back to the room. I suggested that we have a drink at an after-hours bar that wasn't far from the UNLV campus, but James said that it had been a long day and he was tired and wanted to get back to the room. From the way that he was looking at me in the elevator though, I had a feeling that it would be a while before either of us got any sleep.

He opened the door with the key card and we walked in. Once we stepped into the room, he turned to me and gave me a soft kiss.

"I'm going to get ready for bed, I'll join you in a few minutes," he said

He turned and walked into the second bedroom of the suite.

He is so perplexing. Why can't you get ready for bed in the same room I'm in? I thought. Forget it, I'm not having another fight tonight, I'll let this one go, I said to myself.

I walked into the master bedroom and looked on the bed, wondering where my bags of clothes had disappeared to. I checked the large walk-in closet and saw that all my new clothes were hung up perfectly. I then looked in the dresser drawers and all of my lingerie had been neatly put away. I could get used to this, I thought smiling to myself.

I rummaged through the drawers and found just what I was looking for. I pulled out a light purple, see-through, halter baby-doll, with matching thong panties. This should get someone's engine revved up I thought.

I walked into the bathroom and washed the make-up off my face and brushed my teeth. I took off my clothes and put on the baby-doll and thong panties. I then put my hair down and brushed it over my shoulders.

I hesitantly stepped out into the master bedroom and saw that James was already in bed with the covers pulled up to his waist.

"Got room for one more?" I said, smiling shyly.

I watched his jaw drop open as he studied me from head to toe.

"God Melanie, you're beautiful."

'I've been told once or twice that I clean up ok," I said, smiling at him.

I walked over and slid into bed beside him. He pulled me to him and his mouth melted with mine. We kissed passionately for several minutes, his hands exploring up and down my body. My God, I thought, his hands are driving me crazy.

The material of the baby-doll was so thin and sheer, it felt as if there was no barrier between his fingers and my skin. He kneaded my breasts with his hands then he began to rub my nipples through the thin material, until they were hard nubs. His other hand moved over my stomach and down to my pussy. I felt his fingers slip over the lips of my vagina as he rubbed my increasingly wet slit through the sheer thong. I leaned in and kissed him harder, then gasped as I felt him push the thin material of the thong into my pussy.

It felt amazing while he was running his hands over me, until I felt him start to tug at the material of the baby-doll trying to remove it. It was such a beautiful piece of lingerie that I didn't want him to ruin it by pulling on it so hard, so I helped him slide it over my head. We then removed it together and tossed it on the floor at the side of the bed. I kissed his mouth harder trying to preoccupy him as I slid my fingers under the flimsy material of the thong, sliding it down my thighs and then off and onto the floor with the baby-doll.




Meeting James Ch. 02



I remembered how he had taken control of things earlier in the shower. I thought it might be fun to turn the table on him a bit. His hands were still all over me as we kissed, but then, to get his attention, I leaned back and pulled away from him.

"James," I whispered softly in his ear, finally getting his attention, and causing his hands to momentarily stop roaming over my body.

"Put your hands under the pillow, behind your head," I whispered in a sexy, husky voice, "and don't move them, no matter what I do, until I tell you that you can."

He pondered my request for a moment and then smiled at me and reluctantly agreed by shaking his head up and down. Damn, I thought to myself, it's a struggle to get this man to give up control of anything.

I watched as he moved his hands under the pillow that his head was resting on. This is going to be fun I thought.

I moved my thighs over him and straddled his body by placing each one of them on either side of his stomach. I leaned forward kissing him gently. Each time he started kissing me too aggressively, I pulled back and broke the kiss which I could see was driving him crazy. I teased him this way for several minutes, until I could tell he was getting frustrated, so decided it was time for something different.

I leaned forward lowering my breasts until my hard nipples made contact with his mouth. The moment it touched his lips, he started sucking the hard nub and rolled his tongue over it. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the pleasurable sensation. I pulled back, popping my nipple out of his mouth and then I lowered my breasts giving him access to my other nipple. As soon as it made contact with his mouth, lightning bolts shot through my body as he suckled on it . I loved teasing him like this, but unfortunately, I was also teasing myself, and I wasn't sure how much longer either of us was going to be able to take this torment.

I slid my body down his, surprising myself as I felt my pussy leave a wet trail of liquid down his stomach. I made sure my large breasts were in constant contact with his chest which felt amazing as my hard nipples rubbed his light chest hair. All the while, I was looking into his eyes and saw he was intensely watching my every movement. As I kept sliding down his body, my pussy came into contact with his large cock and I felt it split my lips and slide over my vagina. I was tempted to slip it inside of me, but I wanted to extend this tease a bit longer.

I nestled myself between his legs, inhaling deeply, smelling that manly scent emanating from his fat cock. James was rock hard and his cock seemed to twitch in time with his heart beat. A big bead of pre cum was oozing from the slit and I realized just how successful I had been at getting him worked up with this foreplay tease.

I took the base of his cock in my hand and gently stroked his shaft upwards until I saw a large dollop of pre cum ooze out the head. I looked up and smiled at him as I ran my tongue over the head, tasting it. I heard him gasp and felt his body twitch as my mouth made contact with his penis. I moved my mouth onto him and started sucking slowly and gently. I watched his facial expression as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the pleasure my mouth was giving him. I continued to slowly fellate him up and down, taking my time. I knew he was worked up and I didn't want to risk going too fast and having him come before I wanted him to. I continued to work him slowly in and out of my mouth, taking him deeper and deeper, until the head reached the back of my throat and then out again. I gave him a long and sensuous blow job, marveling at his control.

After a while, I opened my mouth and his cock plopped out. It was wet and shiny, dripping from my saliva, and it looked amazing. I looked up into James' eyes, and saw that he was watching me silently and intensely; as if hanging on my every motion.

I then slid up his body and straddled him again. My pussy was soaked and I could feel the wetness run down the inside of my thighs. I got up onto my feet and looked down, seeing James look up at me. I positioned my pussy over his face and started to lower it. He had extended his tongue and I could feel it slide into my vagina as I descended myself onto his waiting mouth. I used the headboard of the bed to steady myself as I ground my pussy onto James' tongue. I shuddered as his mouth made contact with my lips and clit. There was no teasing now as I moved my pelvis up and down, grinding myself onto his face, moaning and gasping as he moved his tongue around, and then inside of me. My orgasm was rapidly approaching as he moved his mouth around my wet sex. I felt his tongue make contact with my clit again and I exploded, shuddering and gasping as waves of pleasure washed over my body. I collapsed on top of him, and he watched while my breathing slowly returned to normal, as I slowly regained control of my body.

I looked over at him and smiled, seeing that his face was soaked. Miraculously, his hands were still behind the pillow. I leaned in and took his face in both my hands, kissing him softly and tenderly.

"You can move your hands now," I whispered softly in his ear.

He pulled me to him and we kissed passionately as I once again straddled him, sitting on his stomach. I reached behind, taking his cock in my hands and slid down his body. I grabbed him softly at the base and slid down lower, until I felt the head of his cock make contact with my pussy. He moaned as I rubbed the head of his cock over the lips of my vagina, splitting them, until I felt the head at the entrance of my pussy. I held it there momentarily, then I heard him gasp as I moved back, sinking his cock inside of me.

I moaned as I felt him fill me. I leaned in and whispered into his ear, "God, I love your cock James."

He looked up at me smiling. I slowly began to move his cock in and out of me. It was nothing like this afternoon in the shower, because I controlled the pace. I moved and positioned my body the way I wanted, adjusting the angle, feeling his cock rub against the walls of my vagina, then slowly in and out me. I closed my eyes as I felt him take both of my large breasts in his hands. We moved together slowly, and I felt every inch of him inside me.

He gasped as I squeezed my muscles and began a more rapid pace. I moved quicker and quicker, until it felt like I was bouncing up and down on him. I felt my orgasm start to build deep within my body. I felt him tense up as my body started to spasm. He let out a low groan as I began to shudder and shake uncontrollably. As my orgasm washed over me, I felt him grunt and his semen poured into me. I collapsed on top of him, feeling his heart thump against me. We stayed in that position for a few minutes, until our breathing returned to normal. I felt his cock shrink inside of me and then I moved off him and felt it slip out.

He pulled me into him, our bodies molded together, spooning in the large bed. I felt his cock rest on my bottom as his breathing changed, and I realized he had fallen asleep, holding me tight in his arms.

The first night I met James, I remembered that little voice inside my head telling me that I needed to be careful. For good or bad, I disregarded her. Tomorrow would be my last day with James before he flew back to Los Angeles, and I knew I wouldn't see him again for a month. I hated that, even though I was still with him, I was missing him already.



Meeting James Ch. 03



It was six a.m.. and I was wide awake. I heard James softly breathing and realized he was still asleep. I tried to close my eyes, but it was no use. I might as well get up, I thought.

Very carefully, I slid out from under James' arm. I picked up the baby-doll and thong that we had thrown on the floor the night before, and walked into the bathroom. After using the toilet, I put on a bathrobe and snuck back out into the bedroom. He was still fast asleep and I really didn't want to wake him, because I knew he had to be tired. 

I walked into the great room and as I looked around, I saw a coffee pot in the kitchen area and thought that some coffee might help wake me up. I began to brew a small pot and then I started looking for creamer. I found a few packets of powdered creamer which I always thought was disgusting, so I looked in the mini bar and found a small container of half and half. I was shocked at the price, $18 for the small bottle. Oh well I thought, when in Rome...

I read my economics textbook and reviewed my notes for about an hour and a half as I drank my expensive coffee. I had a midterm exam in my Econ. class on Tuesday and I wanted to start preparing for it, since I had procrastinated so long. 

Once I was done reviewing the material, I started to get bored. I've always been the type of person who had to constantly be doing something. I peeked back into the bedroom and James was still asleep. I was surprised he hadn't moved an inch.

Yesterday, as we were walking through the casino, I remember seeing a sign for the gym. I hadn't worked out since Friday morning, so I thought hitting the gym would be a great way to pass the time until James woke up. 

I snuck into the walk-in closet and picked out a cotton thong, sports bra, yoga pants, a tank top, socks and a pair of running shoes. I put them on, grabbed the keycard, and headed for the gym.

I used the keycard to open the door, hoping the gym wouldn't be too crowded. I scanned the large work room which was filled with different types of workout machines and various weights for lifting. There was only one other person, a guy, using a rowing machine. He was really into his workout and I didn't think he'd bother me. My regular gym has a "ladies only" section that keeps the male gawkers away so women can work out in peace. They didn't have a women's area here, but thankfully on an early Sunday morning, and with only one other guy in the gym, it didn't seem to matter.

I sat down on a mat and began to stretch and do a couple of yoga positions to warm up. As I stretched my legs, I felt a bit of soreness emanating from my vagina. I smiled and thought of James. It had been quite a while since I had this much sex with a guy, and after being with James for the past day or so, I was feeling the effects of all the sex as I stretched and warmed up. 

After I was feeling loose and my muscles were warm, I got on the treadmill and started running. I began to think about the crazy day and half since I met James. The car, the clothes, the fights, the sex.... It all felt very surreal as I played the events of the past thirty-six hours back in my mind. I kept telling myself that emotionally, I needed to keep my distance, but, as I admitted the truth to myself, I was getting caught up in him. I kept thinking over and over, why couldn't he be single? Of course he has some issues, but I could fix him. I came to the conclusion that I just had to keep going with it and see what was going to happen. 

Before I knew it, I had run eight miles and was covered in sweat. I pressed the 'stop' button on the treadmill and sat back down on my mat and started to stretch again, catching my breath from the run. This time, no soreness anywhere, GOOD! I thought. No matter what I did, I couldn't get James off my mind, and I didn't need my body reminding me of him too.

I used the keycard to get back into the room, James had to be awake by now, I thought. I looked down at my watch and was surprised to see it was 9:30. I walked into the bedroom and peaked through the door. Oh my God, he still hadn't moved an inch since I left for the gym. Obviously, all of this sex is affecting both of us, just in different ways I thought, smiling to myself. I looked at my watch; it was time for grumpy bear to wake up. 

I slid into bed beside him. In his sleep, he pulled me closer, and then started to wake up. 

"Good morning," I said smiling.

"Good morning," he said groggily, "what time is it?"

"Time for someone to get his ass out of bed," I said laughing. 

He laughed, and then closed his eyes again.

"Its 9:30 James," I said, answering his question.

"OK, give me a minute." 

He rubbed his eyes, finally starting to wake up in earnest.

I lay beside him, studying his facial features. My eyes traveled over the tousled salt and pepper hair, those clear blue eyes, that sexy five o'clock shadow, in that moment, he was perfect to me, and I couldn't imagine being with anyone else.

He looked over at me, "WHEW, what have you been doing stinky?" as he broke out laughing. 

I gave him a dirty look, and then playfully punched him in the shoulder, laughing with him.

"I was at the gym running eight miles, while someone I know was still in bed sleeping," I said, in mock disgust, smiling brightly at him. "Some of us have to work out so we can fit into those tiny dresses another person in this bed buys." 

He leaned over and kissed me and started to pull me towards him. 

Hell no, I thought, as I playfully pushed him away. He needed to pay a little bit for that comment. 

I laughed again, "I'm way too stinky to do anything in this bed with you, I'm going to go take a shower," I said, teasing him.

I moved to get up off the bed, but as I looked into those sparkling blue eyes, I knew I wasn't going anywhere. 

I slid closer to him and we kissed softly. I slowly slid my hand under the covers and felt the hard muscles of his stomach. I felt his tongue play with mine as I slid my hand further south, finding what I was looking for. I took his fat cock in my hand and it instantly sprang to life. I gently stroked his shaft up and down as we continued to kiss.

I felt him slide the covers off of the bed, which exposed his naked body to me. We continued to kiss and I felt his hand wander over my damp sports bra. Simultaneously, my hand rubbed the light mat of hair across his chest as my other hand was slowly stroking that cock that had been giving me so much pleasure. At that moment, I don't think I wanted anyone more than I wanted him, in my entire life.

I gently pushed him away and stood next to the bed. I looked deeply into his eyes as I pulled my sports bra over my head exposing my large 36D breasts. I watched James take his cock in his hand and slowly start to stroke himself, while he watched me continue to undress for him. I slowly peeled off the damp yoga pants and thong, my eyes never leaving his as I finally pulled off my socks. I stood there naked in front of him watching his hand move up and down that long shaft. 

I had never watched a man masturbate in front of me before, and I found it to be one of the most erotic things I had ever witnessed. It especially turned me on knowing my naked body was the inspiration he was using to pleasure himself. Almost without thinking, my hand moved down to my pussy and I ran a single digit through my slit in an up and down motion. The lips of my vagina were becoming engorged as my finger rubbed my clit and then back down, spreading the wetness over my sex. I heard him moan and he started to pull himself a bit faster as he watched me pleasure myself.

I couldn't take any more. I had to have him inside of me. I got into the bed and straddled him. I scooted back on his stomach and felt the head of his cock find the opening of my vagina. I felt his hips push forward and he slid himself inside of me. 

I gasped as he filled me in one slow push. I put my hands on his chest as we moved slowly together. We took our time, slow and easy. We both moaned together as his cock pressed into me, and then back out, over and over, in a slow, steady rhythm. I was content to let his hips do the work for both us, all the time feeling his cock slowly moving in and out of me. 

So much of the sex that we had since we had met, was rough and aggressive. It reminded me of two beasts beating their bodies together in an attempt to achieve release. And I admit, I loved that type of sex. Feeling him pound my body until I felt I couldn't move was intensely erotic. However, I needed this type of sex too; soft, gentle, romantic, passionate, and tender. I needed to feel him making love to me, even if I knew he didn't love me.

I felt him tense up below me and I knew he was almost there. I had been holding off my orgasm to this point, because I wanted us to come together. I reached down and gently rubbed my clit and we came in unison. I gently ground myself into him as I felt those hot splashes squirt inside of me. I collapsed on him and we kissed tenderly. It was so romantic and passionate, it was perfect and exactly what I needed from him that morning.

A little later, we were walking in the casino, towards the café we had eaten at the day before. James had his arm around me holding me tight against his side. We both had showered, because he proclaimed that I wasn't allowed to be "stinky" around him, or when I was in public. He could be such a smart ass, but God, I loved his sense of humor. He could be so funny when he wanted to be, and without even trying.

As we walked, and I looked at him beside me, I thought to myself that most guys my age just tried too hard. They either tried to be funny when they weren't, or they told me whatever they thought I wanted to hear, in a desperate attempt to get me out of my panties. A guy my age would have told me that I smelled like a rose, even if it wasn't true. Especially if it wasn't true, like after a long run, like this morning. 

James was just himself, and he didn't try to hide his emotions. Whether he was happy or mad, I knew it, and even though that irritated me sometimes, deep down, I appreciated that honesty. 

I had chosen a simple outfit for the day; a matching, white lace bra and thong, panty set, a short, faded blue denim jean skirt, a baby blue, lace top and white sandals. I went through James' closet and picked out khaki shorts and a dark blue collared polo shirt for him to wear. I learned by going through his closet that he had impeccable taste in clothing, but he didn't always pair them well and of course, I was more than happy to stick my nose in and help him with that. He always looked so handsome and I kept thinking over and over, how much I loved being with him.

We were eating our meals and I was watching people walk through the casino outside the café, when James started to speak. 

"Melanie, we need to talk about a few things."

Oh no, I thought. When a guy starts out with that sentence, it's usually not good.

"Yes dear," I said, smiling at him. 

"Tomorrow, after your classes, I need you to do a couple of things for me."

I gave him a puzzled look, "All right, what do you need me to do?" I said.

"Here is my business card," which he handed to me. "It has the address and phone number to my LA office. When you get out of class, I need you to fax me statements for all of your credit cards and the balances of your student loans."

My jaw dropped open in stunned silence when I realized the reason behind this request. 

"I also need you to go to the main office at UNLV and have the clerk put my business address on your account. Once your grants and scholarships have been applied, I want you to have them bill me for the remaining balance each semester." 

"James, I don't know how to react to all this," I said quietly, as I tucked the card into the front pocket of my jean skirt. 

"There are some conditions, Melanie."

I looked into his eyes, hanging on his every word.

"The first condition is that your GPA does not drop. I'm investing in your future. You have so much talent and potential, but everything hinges on your grades and you can't let your social life interfere with that."

This really wasn't an issue I thought. I breezed through high school and a year and a half of college without really being challenged, and keeping my GPA up, especially if I didn't have to work a part time job, would be easy.

"The second condition is when I'm in Las Vegas, I'm your priority. I'll always give you time to make sure your class work is complete, just as I've done this weekend. But, when I'm here, I take precedence over your friends. Most of the time, I will only be in town one weekend a month, so you'll have the rest of the time to spend with them."

This would be easy too, I thought. I love being with you James, don't you see that? You could spend two or three weekends a month with me and I'd gladly choose you over my friends. 

"Are we ok so far?" he said, hesitantly.

"We are," I said, smiling at him.

"What other conditions do you have?" I asked, thinking that this had been pretty easy so far.

"When I'm not in Las Vegas, I don't want you to have sex with other men," he said slowly, gauging my reaction.

My jaw dropped open and a million things started swirling through my mind at the speed of light. James started speaking, and broke me out of my trance. 

"Any time you'd like to speak Melanie would be fine with me," he said smiling.

I started speaking slowly, "This brings up a lot of personal things for me James. You said we could always say anything to each other right?"

"Of course," he said, reassuring me.

"I got into bed with you only hours after we met, so I'm sure you must think I am some sort of slut. Trust me James, with men, I'm not. You're only the sixth man I've had intercourse with." 

I watched as his mouth dropped open, a refreshing change, I thought.

I continued, "My best friends and I tease each other about our 'number,' the number of men we've had sex with. Six may seem like a lot to you, or maybe it doesn't, I don't know. My best friend Sue, the girl who was with me the night we met, her number is in the 30's. My roommate Rachel, her number is in the 40's. And my other friend, Samantha, is in the 60's. Keep in mind, they are all about my age, so in my book, that makes six look pretty respectable." 

"Yes it does Melanie," he said quietly, taking in what I had revealed to him. 

I felt a tinge of regret, I hated revealing such personal information about my best friends, just to make a point, but in this case, I felt I had to.

"In the interest of full disclosure," I continued, "if you counted oral sex as sex, and I know some people do, my number would be pretty similar to my friends."

James smiled, as I felt my face grow red in embarrassment.

"I've just always enjoyed giving blow jobs, and as I think you can attest, I'm pretty good at it," I said smiling, looking down, and knowing my face had to be as red as an ember. 

"Melanie, please don't take this the wrong way, but I think you could give a Pro a run for her money."

We both laughed and I squeezed his hand across the table. 

After our laughter subsided, I continued.

"As you probably gathered last night with our waitress at your restaurant, I'm bi-sexual," I said, looking seriously into his eyes.

He nodded his head, and I could see the wheels spinning in his mind after I confirmed what I had alluded to, when I spoke of Gianna and I in the bathroom the night before. 

"Again, in the interest of full disclosure, when it comes to sex with women, my number would be comparable to my friend's numbers with men." 

His eyes widened in shock, "Really Melanie?"

"My best friend and I were lovers in high school. But I really became active once I moved to Las Vegas. Between the girls on campus, and the girls in the clubs, I've done a lot of bed hopping. I'm telling you all of this James because I want you to know me and I don't want there to be any secrets between us."

I was starting to tear up. I was feeling very emotional and I knew it was from the way we had sex earlier, and unburdening my soul to him concerning my sexuality. 

"You were the first man I've been with in well over a year James, so I'm all right with the idea of not being with other men," I paused and tried to choose my words carefully, not knowing how he was going to react to my next statement. 

"But I'm not going to give up women and have sex only with you. If I meet a woman in a club, or on campus, or in a restaurant, and I want to hook up with her, then I'm going to, and if that's a problem for you, we need to start discussing it now." 

We looked into each other eyes without speaking. I needed to make him understand that there were some things I'd fight for, if I had to.

He smiled at me and it felt like those deep blue eyes were piercing my soul.

"I don't have a problem with you seeing women Melanie. But my cock is the only one that goes inside you," he said possessively.

I felt a twinge of excitement between my legs.

"I can live with that James," I said smiling, my eyes never leaving his.

We both took a drink of our orange juice as we continued to look at each other. 

"Now that we've got all of that straightened out, this is yours."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a card and then handed it to me. I saw that it was a Visa debit card. 

"This is just a temporary one, in about a week, another one will be mailed to you with your name on it, but you can start using that one tomorrow if you like. There is $5000 on that card and on the first of every month there will another $5000." 

It was my turn for my jaw to drop. 

I smiled at him, "Thank you James," I said sincerely, as I thought my heart was going to thump out of my chest.

"You're welcome Melanie. That means there is only one problem left to fix."

My mind was racing as I held the card in my hand, "What problem is that?" I asked. 

"Let's find you a new place to live."

I felt the sun on my face as we drove down Tropicana Avenue to meet a real estate agent James had contacted. I discovered, as we drove, that we had a one o'clock appointment. I didn't have time to go back to the room and put my hair up, so it was blowing everywhere as we drove with the top down in the Mustang, and it was driving me crazy. There was a reason I chose a Land Rover instead of a convertible I thought.

James was in such a good mood. I could see he was relieved that we had worked out the details of this relationship, or whatever it could be classified as. I was feeling good too, because I didn't like feeling that there were things I was hiding from him. 

I still had questions he needed to answer. I thought since I had laid my soul open in the cafe, I had a right to ask him questions about his family in LA, the part of his life that I knew very little about. 

We pulled up in front of a two bedroom condo close to UNLV. A small, older, feisty looking woman was waiting for us at the front door. As we walked up to her, I could tell she was sizing us up.

"Good afternoon Mr. Moretti," she said in a boisterous voice that I didn't think could come out of a woman so small, I'm Vera, she said curtly. 

She looked up at me and then back to James.

"Looking for a discreet love residence are you?"

I burst out laughing as James shot her a dirty look. I liked her already. 

She took my hands in hers as we entered the condo. 

"Melanie, you'll love this place dear, it's very cozy: large rooms, big kitchen, and a big back yard, everything you both will need to be happy," she said smiling at me, and ignoring James.

"How old is this place?" James said sternly.

"About 25 years old she said," realizing that she hadn't sold James on it.

"This isn't it, let's keep looking," he said.




Meeting James Ch. 03



We looked at two other places and James hated both of them. All three of the condo's she had shown us were nicer than the apartment I was living in with Rachel. It was hard for me to be as picky as James, because each of the places she had shown us was a step up for me and were all close to UNLV. James thought proximity to the campus would make it easier for me to get to my classes. 

"Would you be willing to look at something out of this area dear?" Vera asked me. "It's only a few miles from here; its downtown, but I think you'll love it," she said, squeezing my hand.

We agreed to look at it, and James and I followed Vera to a 40 story building in historic Las Vegas. The parking lot was underneath the building and James loved the fact that it had 24 hour security. We had to pass through two security guards, one to enter the parking garage, and another to go up to the apartments.

We took the elevator to the 39th floor and she led us into a spacious, two bedroomed apartment. There were two bathrooms, one in the master bedroom and the other off the living room presumably for guests. It had a large kitchen and it came furnished. The furniture was modern and sleek and went with the apartment perfectly. 

The real selling point however was the floor to ceiling panoramic windows that faced south over the Las Vegas strip. It even had a glass door to walk out onto a balcony. The outside wall facing the strip was also glass and about waist high so it didn't obstruct the view from inside the apartment. I instantly fell in love with the apartment. 

"All you will need is a bed and a TV. You would have had to fully furnish the other three condos we just looked at," Vera said. 

She's a good saleswoman and she really wants this commission, I thought to myself. 

"I like this place Melanie, but more importantly, what do you think?" James said, leaving the decision up to me.

"Vera, we'll take it," I said excitedly, hugging her.

James signed the papers and we were back out to the Mustang a few minutes later. I squeezed James' hand as he rested it on my thigh. I had a new car, new clothes, new apartment, and money... a new life. The only thing I didn't have, was the man I was falling for in my bed, starting tomorrow morning. I quickly pushed that thought out of my mind. I didn't have much time left with James, and I wasn't going to ruin it by being depressed about things I couldn't change.

"Melanie," James said, breaking me out of my thoughts. "I've dragged you around this city all weekend. You tell me where you'd like to go."

I thought for a moment, "Ever seen a lake in the middle of a desert?"

I had James drive out to Henderson, past the Auto Mall, and directed him to take the exit on Lake Mead Parkway. We drove about fifteen miles to Lake Las Vegas. I had only been there once before, but it was at night when I was partying with my friends and I was pretty drunk, so I didn't remember a lot of it; this would be much better experience.

We turned off the highway and found ourselves driving through a golf course with fairways on both sides. The grass was perfectly manicured and I saw a huge club house in the distance. We drove further and came to several different housing tracks. The houses were big and beautiful. It reminded me of the neighborhoods we saw in Summerlin the night before. The Las Vegas Valley has a few exclusive areas, and Lake Las Vegas was definitely one of them. 

We drove a bit further and saw a parking garage next to two medium sized casinos. We pulled into the parking garage and found a space. As we were about to exit the Mustang, James' hand, which had been resting on my thigh, suddenly moved up a few inches and he leaned over and gave me a soft kiss. I felt his fingertips brush over the lace material on the front of my thong. 

He looked into my eyes and said softly, "I haven't been this happy in a long time kid," he said, smiling at me as he continued. "For the last few years it has felt like my life was just work and struggle, but you are changing that, and I want you to know I appreciate it Melanie."

He gave me a soft kiss and I watched him exit the car. I smiled at him, got out of the car and walked to his side, as he put his arm around me. Those simple words meant as much to me as everything he had done financially, since I had met him. 

We walked down a small path beside one of the casinos to an area that had small number of little shops and restaurants. It was so small and quaint; a little village nestled between the rolling hills of the desert. We walked around and window shopped a bit until we got out of the retail area and a large man-made lake came into view. There were families walking around and little children throwing rocks into the water, making small splashes and ripples, disturbing the calm water. It was so serene and beautiful, I could hardly believe that the hustle and bustle of the Las Vegas Strip was only a half hour from this majestic place. The lake was set against beautiful rolling hills, and nestled up in the little mountains were beautiful houses that must have had a perfect vantage for viewing the lake. I'm going to live up there one day, I said to myself, making a silent promise.

We were walking hand in hand and I felt James gently tug on me, "Feel like a boat ride?"

Next to a pier was a small ferry that offered rides around the lake. While James was buying tickets, I marveled at the serene water. It reminded me of Mt. Shasta Lake in northern California where my family had vacationed several times during my childhood.

We got onto the ferry and went up the stairs and out onto the weather deck. Moments later I felt the ferry move away from the pier. I watched the water ripple as the ferry moved. In the distance I could see small boats on the lake and people who were wind surfing. For the past year and a half my life had been incredibly chaotic, as I remembered how difficult it had been adjusting to college life: being away from my family, going to classes, keeping my grades up, engaging in a very active social life of parties and clubbing. In contrast, this was so peaceful and tranquil. I looked out over the water; the sun was going down over the mountains in the west, causing the water to shimmer and sparkle. It felt magical. 

I looked at James and noticed he was watching me take everything in. He had his arm around me and he gave me a soft squeeze, pulling my body into his, then he turned and faced me. 

He broke the silence, "I was going to give you this later at dinner, but seeing this great view I can't think of a more perfect time and place than right now."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a rectangular black case that I knew had to contain jewelry. My jaw dropped open as he handed to me. My hands shaking as I reached for it. I slowly opened it and saw a tennis bracelet that had about forty diamonds encased in gold. I watched as James took the bracelet out of the box and fastened it to my wrist.

I looked wide-eyed at the heavy, shimmering, gold bracelet and noticed my hand was shaking. I stammered, trying to find the words, but they weren't coming out of my mouth.

Finally, I calmed down enough to say, "J-J-James, this is too much, I can't accept this. You've done so much already and......"

He cut me off, "Melanie," he said firmly, "I want to give you nice things and do nice things for you. This is part of being with me and you are going to have to learn to accept it."

I looked into his eyes, trying to make sense of this gift.

He looked me and said sternly, "I'm not going to fight you every time I want to do something nice for you."

Tears filled my eyes and I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him tightly as I felt his arms wrap around me. 

I whispered in his ear, "Thank you so much James," I said sincerely.

We drove home silently. James' hand was on my thigh as we sped down the freeway. I was still trying to mentally process how this man sitting next to me had come into my life so unexpectedly, like a tornado, and changed everything. It was so much to try to take in and process. 

I watched as James used the keycard to open the door to our suite. I looked around at the empty great room which had been my home for the last two days. I didn't even feel like the same person who had let a handsome older man buy her a drink at a bar in a beautifully decorated ballroom. I wasn't sure that girl existed anymore. 

James put his arm around me, "Melanie, we have about an hour before our dinner reservations, you had better start getting ready."

I watched him walk into the second bathroom of the suite and heard him turn on the shower. I should start getting ready I thought. I walked into the walk-in closet of the master bedroom. I looked through the remaining dresses that James had bought, and chose a short, dusty pink, sequined cocktail dress, with a light pink, silk bra, and a pair of high heeled, white lace, pumps. I decided to surprise James by not wearing panties. 

I walked into the bathroom and applied my make up and put my hair up in an elegant style that I thought would go perfectly with the dress. I looked into the mirror several times until I had my make-up and hair perfect. Once I was ready, I took a deep breath and stepped out into the great room and when James saw me his jaw dropped open and I watched him drink me in from head to toe. 

"Melanie, you look stunning," he said.

"Thank you James," I said, smiling brightly at him. 

I had worked so hard to look good for him, I was ecstatic that he approved and appreciated it. 

James was wearing a dark, navy blue, pin striped suit, with a navy blue tie, broken up by large silver dots. The blue in the suit made his blue eyes sparkle. He looked so handsome I thought. 

"You don't look half bad yourself," I said, "where are we going to dinner?" 

"The top of the world," he said, as he smiled at me. 

It wasn't quite the top of the world, but it was close. We walked through the casino until I saw signs to the elevator for the Eiffel Tower Restaurant. It was one-hundred feet above the Las Vegas strip and offered majestic views of the sparkling lights, bustling traffic, and the fountain at the Bellagio. 

As we took the elevator up, I felt James' arm wrapped tightly around my waist, resting on the side of my body at the belt line. I felt him start to feel lower and then back up several times. I smiled as I realized what he was doing. His fingers were searching for the elastic band of the thong that I had, up until this evening, always worn. 

I smiled to myself, and then mischievously asked, "Whatcha doing?"

His eyes got wide, and he said in a shocked voice, "Melanie, are you wearing panties?"

I looked down, making sure he was watching me, and then very slowly pulled the side of my cocktail dress up revealing nothing but skin. 

I said, "What do you know, I thought I forgot something," as I smiled sexily at him. 

I watched his mouth form a devious smile just as the elevator doors opened into the restaurant.

He had arranged for us to get a coveted window seat in the restaurant. We sat in front of a large panoramic window that offered a 180 degree view that was truly spectacular. James ordered Dom Perignon Champagne and an appetizer of golden, Russian and Siberian caviar. For dinner, James ordered a ribeye steak and I ordered roasted chicken and vegetables. 

I watched James dig into the caviar and I could tell he was used to eating it. He smiled at me and watched me pick at it as I took a few bites, but to be honest, it was something that I could barely get down. I did love the Champagne though, it tasted amazing.

As I watched him eat, I hesitantly spoke, "James, this is a perfect evening, and I don't want to ruin it, but may I ask you something?"

"You know you can ask me anything Melanie."

"Would you tell me about your family?"

I watched him stop in mid bite, and then slowly swallow his food, as he mentally processed my question. I thought to myself that I bet he regretted his statement about letting me ask anything. 

"I met my wife at USC. We were both in their MBA program. She already has a very successful marketing career and I was managing my father's restaurants at the time. We were both happy with our careers and neither of us wanted children. We had a really good marriage."

I sipped my Champagne and hung on his every word, as this was one of the first times that he had really opened up to me.

"She had just turned forty, we had been married for about fifteen years and suddenly, she wanted children, her biological clock and all I guess. At first I was mad because if we were going to have family, then we should have started when we got married. I relented, and a couple of years later we had Jon and Jessica. Once they were born, she wanted to give up her career and be a stay-at-home mother. I had already expanded my father's business fivefold, so I didn't care if she wanted to end her career. Even though I initially didn't want children, they ended up being the best thing that's ever happened to me. The rest, concerning our marital relations, I told you about."

I smiled softly at him and reached across the table and squeezed his hand. I had such mixed emotions and it was a difficult contradiction to process. I had strong feelings for him, so of course I wanted to know everything about him, but some of the things he told me were difficult to hear. I had never been "the other woman" before, and I wasn't sure how well I liked it.

The rest of the evening was amazing. We talked and laughed about my classes, his restaurants, and how much we both loved Las Vegas. He was nothing like the men that I had known in my past. He was so easy to talk to, so knowledgeable on so many different subjects, and once I was able to break through the rough exterior, so kind and generous. I tried so hard to remain emotionally distant from him, but that wasn't me, and I just simply couldn't. 

After a truly amazing dinner, James paid the bill and we walked out of the restaurant to the elevator. As usual, he had his arm around me and we stepped into the elevator. Once the door closed, he pushed me up against the wall and aggressively started kissing me. His actions took me by surprise, but it was far from unwelcome. I reciprocated by pushing my tongue into his mouth as we kissed, which only served to work him up even more. I felt him reach down the front of my short dress and pull it up revealing my un-pantied pussy. I instantly spread my legs and felt his fingers rub over the lips of my vagina, causing me to gasp as I felt my knees going weak. To steady me, he pinned me up against the wall and roughly pushed two fingers inside of me then curl upwards. I cried out as his I felt his fingers probe inside of me. 

We both felt the elevator start to stop and he quickly withdrew his fingers and pulled the front of my skirt down and stood beside me as the elevator door opened, and a group of people waited for us to disembark the elevator so they could enter it. My face was flushed, my hair was a bit disheveled, and I was breathing heavily, so the people waiting to board the elevator probably had an idea of what had transpired before the door opened. 

James took my hand and pulled me out of the elevator and we walked rapidly through the casino to get to our room. He used his keycard to open the door and we both walked in. As soon as he got the door closed, we turned and faced each other. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me passionately. As our tongues explored each other's mouths, he pulled me towards the master bedroom. Once we were beside the bed, he started aggressively removing my cocktail dress and bra. I could feel the need in his swift motions, as my dress and bra landed on the floor beside me, and I saw the lust in his eyes and he kissed me hungrily. 

Once I was naked in front of him, we both began removing his suit together. I worked on his tie and shirt, while he loosened his belt and then unbuttoned his pants so that they fell down his legs and onto the floor next to my dress. Once we were both naked, we continued kissing passionately for several minutes until he pushed me back onto the bed and then slid on top of me. I felt his weight on me as he ran his hands over my breasts and kissed me hard possessing my mouth with his. I had never seen this side of him, the urgency that bordered on the uncontrolled. 

He swiftly kissed down my body, his hands never leaving my breasts. There was no teasing or even hesitation. As soon as I had my legs open, his mouth was on my pussy and he began to eat me. I gasped as his tongue entered my vagina and he immediately began licking and sucking. I felt his tongue move over my lips and clit, then back inside of me. He acted like a man possessed, which I have to admit scared me, but I trusted him and went with it. 

After several minutes, I felt my orgasm start to build. As the waves of pleasure washed over me, he continued to lick me relentlessly, I feverishly came several more times before he momentarily paused and gave me a respite from the intense pleasure his mouth was giving me.

He looked into my eyes and said in a low growl, "Grab your knees and pull them towards you Melanie." 

From the tone in his voice, I knew it wasn't a request and I instantly obeyed his command. I wrapped my arms around the back of my knees and pulled them towards me until they rested by my ears. I am very flexible due to years of incorporating yoga into my workouts, and I found it to be a very comfortable position with my bottom raised several inches off of the bed.

As soon as I was in the position he wanted, I felt his mouth return to my vagina which caused me to moan and cry out. The tip of his tongue brushed my clit relentlessly and I felt it swirl and make circles over it. I gasped and cried out as I felt his tongue retreat and then push back inside my pussy, my breathing turning into shallow pants. 

Just as I was starting to feel my next orgasm building, I felt his tongue retreat from my vagina and slide lower, licking over my anus. I instantly tensed up, it was something that I should have seen coming, but didn't expect.

"Relax," he growled, as he felt me tense up. Again, it wasn't a request. 

I took a deep breath, trying to relax as best I could, as I felt his saliva drip off his tongue on to my asshole. He then roughly pushed the saliva into my ass with his tongue which caused me to cry out again.

I had been intimate with several women who were into anal play and I enjoyed it, and reciprocated when I knew it was something they were into. Normally, it wasn't something that I engaged in very often. However, I had never engaged in any form of anal play with a man, and I found it to be much different. 

His copious amounts of saliva had my anus well lubed, and he was able to push his tongue deep into me, which was a different sensation at first, but soon felt amazing. I heard loud licking and sucking sounds as his mouth and tongue lapped at my asshole. I moaned loudly as I felt his tongue deep inside, which sent a pleasurable sensation through my body that I had never experienced before. Unable to resist, I reached up and rubbed my clit lightly, instantly exploding in orgasm, feeling myself shake and convulse, it was one of the strongest orgasms I had ever had, causing me to release my knees and let my legs fall on either side of James. 

He watched me intensely during my orgasm, and while I was recovering and gaining control of my body again, he took my legs and again rolled them back until my knees once again on either side of my head. Then he got on top of me, so that the weight of his body held my legs back as he placed them on his shoulders. I felt his hard member press against my thigh as I shuddered in anticipation of what I knew was coming. He reached between us and took his cock in his hand. I gasped when the head touched my clit as he rubbed it there for a few seconds before he found the entrance to my vagina and roughly sank his member into me. 




Meeting James Ch. 03



I moaned vociferously as I entered me, and I felt his cock plunge to a depth that I had never previously experienced. I had never had sex in this position and it was amazingly intense. It felt as if the full weight of his body were on my legs as he plunged in and out of me. Because of the angle, his cock was in almost constant contact with my clit; rubbing it, caressing it, I felt like every inch of my body was on fire. It only took a minute or so until I felt my body shake in yet another orgasm. 

James was relentless as he pounded me harder and harder. It felt that as soon as I was recovering from one orgasm, the next one was upon me. I was almost at the point of deliriousness when I felt him start to tense up and knew then that he was close. Suddenly, he stopped, and I felt his hard cock slip out of me. I tried to regain my senses and get my wits back about me when he rolled me over onto my stomach. 

Just as I got up on my hands and knees, I felt his large hands on my hips and his cock slip inside of me again. This position was a welcome relief from the previous one, because he wasn't able to penetrate me as deep, but his thrusts were still long and powerful. It felt amazing as he continued his almost relentless pounding. His body was slapping hard against mine when I felt him take one of his hands off my hips. I didn't think anything of it until I felt his thumb began to rub my anus. His pace might have eased up just a little, as I felt him slowly work his thumb into my ass. I felt him work his thumb in until it must have reached his knuckle, and his progress stopped. I was well lubed from his tongue earlier, but there was a bit of pressure and slight pain and he could feel me tense up. 

"Relax," he said, in a gruff voice.

I took a deep breath and tried to relax. As I did, I felt his thumb slip the rest of the way inside of me. I had never felt so full. I could feel his thumb rub his penis through the thin layer of skin that separated my vagina from my rectum. I moaned loudly as he picked up the pace again, pounding into me hard. It was the most amazing feeling, and it added an extra dimension to our sex that I didn't even know existed. 

It didn't take long before I felt his breathing begin to change and his body start to tense up. Just as he began to release inside of me, I reached between my legs and lightly rubbed my clit, exploding in orgasm with him.

He collapsed on top of me and his movement caused his cock and thumb to be expelled from my body. A few seconds later he slid to my side and held me close against him, face to face in the bed. After a minute or so, our labored breathing slowed as we looked into each other's eyes. 

We talked for a few minutes, but I could tell he was getting tired. We bid each other goodnight and I watched as he fell asleep. 

As I watched him rest, I thought back to the guys I was with in high school. Unlike James, they could go more than once, which I remembered enjoying, because it was fun having sex with a guy three or four times in one night. But the sessions never lasted long and there were many times when I found it difficult to reach orgasm because they got off so quickly. In contrast, James had control. He might only have gotten off once, but he gave me the time I needed to reach orgasm, multiple times, until I was near exhaustion. In the long run, sex was better with James. My last thoughts were of our amazing weekend as I drifted off to sleep. 

The six-thirty alarm jarred us both out of our sleep. James had an eight-fifteen flight so we didn't have much time. We jumped into the shower together, but because of the time restraint, we only showered. I watched as he soaped up that big cock, but I behaved because I didn't want him to miss his flight on my account. 

We both dried off and James went into the second bedroom to pack his things and dress. I walked into the walk-in closet and saw a huge suitcase and two matching garment bags. The majority of my clothes had already been packed. I picked a dark blue, jean skirt and red t-shirt to wear over a white, cotton thong and matching bra, then neatly packed the rest of my things in the suitcase. A few minutes later, I heard a knock at our door, it was the bell captain to take our luggage down to the valet.

We walked through the casino, holding hands. Neither of us saying a word, as I felt a wretchedness wash over me. I wanted him to stay, or I wanted to go with him, neither option I knew was possible. 

As we drove the mustang back to the rental car company, James finally spoke. 

"I'll l be back in about a month and I want to talk to you, or at least text, every day."

I tried as hard as I could to force a smile, "I'd like that," I said softly.

He rubbed my thigh like he had done since we met. As we pulled into the rental car company, I cursed myself for not keeping an emotional distance from him. Why couldn't I have just have had sex with him and enjoyed his company without feeling something for him? 

He returned the rental car and I hailed a cab. The cabbie helped transfer our luggage from the Mustang to his cab. James pulled me close, legs touching, in the back of the cab on the short drive to the airport.

We pulled into the departing flights area in front of James' airline, and I felt as if the tears would be falling any second, but I did everything in my power to hold them back. No matter what happened, he wasn't going to see me cry.

The cabbie popped the trunk and James handed him a $100 bill. 

"Take her wherever she wants to go," he said.

He leaned in and kissed me softly.

"This was the best weekend of my life Melanie, thank you."

James exited the cab, took his suitcase out of the trunk, and walked into the airport without looking back. 

As the cabbie pulled away from the curb, I started to cry quietly in the back seat. 



Meeting James Ch. 04



It was a very emotional morning and I felt miserable. Watching James walk into McCarran and leave for Los Angeles, I somehow felt like I was being abandoned. I knew I had no right to feel that way, but I couldn't seem to get my emotions under control. I had never felt like this before. I thought I had experienced some bad break-ups in high school, but none of them felt like this. 

The cabbie took me to the car dealership and I picked up the Land Rover without incident. It was such a beautiful vehicle, it had every possible option: leather seats, power everything, and a sun roof. That should make me feel better right? It didn't.

I wanted desperately to skip my finance class, but I couldn't. The paper I had written over the weekend was due today and I'd lose a lot of points if it was turned in late. We were also reviewing for our midterm and the Prof was notorious for giving away test questions and telling students what they needed to study in order to do well in the exam. 

I felt numb, both emotionally and mentally. I couldn't think, let alone concentrate like I needed to, and as hard as I tried, I just couldn't seem to pull myself together. 

As the day progressed, my mood did improve somewhat. My finance class went well and I was able to go to the library and study for a few hours for my mid-term exams, which were later in the week. I had also stopped by the student records office and put James' name on my financial account, like he had asked, so he would start receiving my tuition bills. I was also able to pull up my credit card statements on my laptop and email a copy of them to James' office. I smiled to myself when I remembered that James had told me to fax them. What's a fax? I thought, wishing I was with him, so I could tease him personally about wanting me to use an antiquated fax machine instead of email. 

I just wanted to go home and sleep and wake up the day that James was flying back into town. If only, I thought.

As I pulled into my apartment complex my jaw dropped. OH SHIT, I thought to myself, as I looked and saw the cars of my two best friends, Sue and Samantha, parked in front of our apartment. I also saw my roommate Rachel's car so I knew all three of them had to be inside. Sue and Samantha never come over on a Monday afternoon, I smelled an ambush.

I used the key to open the door and the most heavenly aroma entered my nostrils. Rachel was making her famous stir fry vegetables with chicken breast, and she knew it was my favorite. I smiled to myself, another bad sign, like a convict's last meal before the electric chair.

"Hey girl," all three of them screeched in unison, as I walked through the door.

"Hi everyone, I smiled brightly. 

Leave it to my best friends to pull me out of my doldrums I thought, feeling my mood start to improve. They had already finished off a bottle of wine and they were starting on their second. Look out I thought, I was in for an interesting evening. 

Rachel poured me a glass of wine and we all sat down on the sofa and loveseat in the small living room.

As Rachel handed me a glass of wine she said, "Sam, do you know what happened to Mel this weekend, because we had made plans to go to the Ghost Bar on Saturday night, but she was nowhere to be found." 

Samantha laughed and said, "The last I heard Sue made her go to some fancy soirée at the Paris and no one has seen her since." 

I found it hilarious that they were talking about me as if I wasn't in the room. 

"Sue, can you give us a re-cap of the events of Friday evening, so we know that the record is correct before we continue," she said, making all three of them laugh, while I shook my head, trying not to smile and encourage them.

I knew that Sue had probably told Rachel and Samantha the story of Friday night at least twenty times already. 

"Well, I was letting this cute guy chat me up, when I saw Melanie dancing with this handsome older man. Then, she went back to his table and they talked, drank and danced all night while she totally ignored me for the entire evening. Finally, at mid-night, she made me leave because she told me that she was having such a great time with him," Sue said smiling at me.

"OK Melanie, enough with the suspense, time to start dishing," Samantha said, grinning at me.

Since we met during our freshmen year in the dorms, the four of us were inseparable and we told each other everything; who we liked, who we slept with, nothing was out of bounds. We had enjoyed each other's company in the best of times, and we had all gotten each other through some of the very worst of times. But this one was going to be difficult.

I took a deep breath, "It's not really that big of a deal guys, I met him, we hooked up, and I spent the weekend with him."

They all looked into my eyes, trying to see if there was more to the story than I had revealed. 

"I'm calling bullshit," Rachel said smiling. "When's the last time you fucked a guy Melanie, and an older guy at that? There has to be more to the story."

I could tell that the wine was kicking in. Rachel never dropped the F-Bomb unless it was directed at her boyfriend, and that was only after he had made her mad.

I looked down, time to come clean. "His name is James and he lives in LA. He comes into town about once a month. I really like him and I told him I'd see him when he's here."

"So what's the catch, you're working out your daddy issues with some hot, older guy, no big deal," Samantha said, smiling at me.

I took a big gulp of wine draining the glass. 

"The catch is, he has a wife and kids and he's been giving me gifts," I said. 

The room went silent.

"What do you mean, 'giving you gifts,' Melanie?" Sue said, with a look of concern in her eyes.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the tennis bracelet and handed it to her. She examined it closely and then passed it around the room.

"Melanie, I know jewelry, this has to be worth at least $4000," Samantha said. 

"Honestly, I don't know what it's worth Sam," I said, as I refilled my wine glass. 

"My God, what else did he get you Melanie?" Sue asked. 

"Look out the front window." 

They all got up and peered through the blinds. 

"See the Land Rover parked in front of the sidewalk," I said, taking another sip of wine.

I knew their jaws were dropping open and I didn't even have to look at them. They silently looked out the window for a full minute, before they came back to the living room and sat down without saying a word. It was like a dark storm cloud had come into the room and the tension was thick. No one knew what to say, or how to react. 

Samantha finally broke the silence. "I know you Melanie, and I want to tell you the truth. The bracelet, the car, your pussy just isn't that good." 

We all broke out in a fit of laughter as I grabbed a pillow off the couch and threw it at her. 

It was a little inside joke between the four of us. The first time I met Samantha we had both gotten drunk at a party and hooked up in her dorm room. We became fast friends and both of us agreed that while we enjoyed our night together, our relationship would be strictly platonic going forward. 

Rachel looked into my eyes and said in a serious tone, "I'm not judging you Melanie, but I know you, and this isn't you. You don't have sex with a guy just because he is buying you things. You are the last person on Earth that I would have thought would ever be a kept woman."

Sugar daddy, sugar baby, kept woman, all words I would grow to loathe. 

"There is a lot more to it than just sex and the monetary things he gives me, I think I'm falling for him Rachel," I said quietly.

They were all very concerned for me, and I had to admit, I was concerned for myself. 

We talked more as we ate Rachel's delicious dinner, and of course we put away a few more bottles of wine before the evening was over. I ended up telling them about the apartment, the clothes and the debit card. Not that I really wanted to, but, we were the type of friends that didn't keep secrets from each other. They were all very curious about the sex as well. None of them had been with a man who wasn't around their age. I told them the truth, the sex was great, but my attraction to James had a lot less to do with the sex and money and much more to do with the connection I felt with him when we were together.

Later that evening, after Sue and Samantha had left, so they could study for their midterms, Rachel and I were sitting on the couch. 

"Melanie, you could never do anything to make me stop being your friend and I love you like a sister," Rachel said as she looked into my eyes. "I know you had a lot of problems with money and I'm glad that he is taking care of some of that for you. I just don't want to see you getting hurt. He told you he'd never leave his wife, so keep things in perspective. See him when he's here, fuck his brains out, let him take care of you, but don't you dare let him break your heart. If he does, then that's your fault, not his."

She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and gave me a big hug, then walked into her room to study. 

She was right. When he came into town, I would be his, just like he wanted. But the rest of the month, he wasn't going to change how I lived my life. 

I had one more thing I had to do before I studied and went to bed. I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and texted Gianna, "This is Mel, let's meet this Friday for drinks." 

My mid-term exams went great. I found that the more I studied, the less I thought of James, and all that studying paid off, as I ended up getting all A's on my exams.

Even though I had three weeks to move out of the apartment I shared with Rachel, I was anxious to get into my new place. In-between studying, I was able to box my things and move them in the Land Rover. By the end of the week, I had the majority of everything I owned, in my new apartment. I also went to a furniture store and purchased a queen size bed and two flat screen TV's, one for my bedroom and the other for the living room. The furniture store delivered the bed and TV's on Thursday afternoon, and I paid them extra to mount the TV's on the wall. 

During mid-term exam week, I got better at keeping James at an emotional distance. We texted each other a couple times each day, but I made sure I kept my texts light and casual. He had his life, I had mine, and I felt that I was taking Rachel's advice. He wasn't going to break my heart, or more accurately, I wasn't going to let him break my heart.

I had taken my last exam Friday morning, came home, and had the last of my things packed and in the Land Rover by noon. I gave Rachel a big hug as I left our apartment for the last time. I'd still see her a lot, even though we would no longer be roommates, but I knew it wouldn't be the same. As freshmen, we were roommates in the dorm, and then we had gotten the apartment together. Even though we had a lot of history, I knew it was time to move on and take the next step.

My moving out ended up being good for her too, instead of finding a new place with her boyfriend, she talked her boyfriend into moving in with her and they would sign a new lease together. It's a big step moving in with a guy, and I knew she was getting more serious with him, and I was very happy for her. 

Moving out was a big step for me as well, it was the first time that I had ever lived by myself. I loved my new apartment, but it was also a bit scary being out on my own. 

I spoke to Gianna a couple of times during the week and she told me she lived in North Las Vegas, in a house she rented with two other students that she went to college with. She was a junior at the College of Southern Nevada and was a nursing major. I suggested that we meet at Red Rock Casino in Summerlin, since it was off the strip and easier to get to. Also, it was not too far from where she lived. We agreed to meet for drinks at six o'clock in one of the bars inside the casino. 

I chose to dress in a white, jean skirt with a light pink top and sandals. I pulled into the valet station and checked the Land Rover in with the attendant. I walked into the casino and headed for the bar where we had agreed to meet. I had been to Red Rock Casino once before about a year earlier, when an old 80's band was playing there. Normally, I liked the clubs on, or near the strip, but this location seemed liked a better choice.

I walked into the casino and saw the signs to the bar I was looking for. As I walked in, I saw Gianna sitting at a booth in the back, away from the bar. I walked up to the table and she stood up and gave me a small peck on the cheek, which I quickly returned. I liked her style already, time and place, I thought.

It was nice not being too overt with our greeting. Red Rock Casino catered mainly to locals, and being in a bar in Summerlin was nothing like being in a club on the strip, where girls openly danced in a sexual way with each other and then made out in a booth somewhere, before they went to a hotel room to hook up. Keeping our greeting casual meant we could pass as friends who were meeting for drinks on a Friday evening. A small peck on the cheek, instead of an opened mouthed kiss, meant we wouldn't be drawing unwanted attention to ourselves, which would help keep the gawkers at bay.

When I first met Gianna in James' restaurant, she looked great in her server's uniform of tight black slacks and a grey blouse. Tonight, seeing her in casual clothes, she looked absolutely stunning. She was wearing short, blue, jean shorts, a pretty, white, lace tank top, and sandals. Her make-up was perfect and her beautiful long brunette hair was in loose curls that hung gently around her face. She has beautiful brown eyes and a dark olive complexion with flawless skin. The tank top and shorts showed off her toned arms and legs. She was a little shorter than me; maybe 5'6" with what I guessed to be 34c breasts that suited her petite frame perfectly. 

We both sat in the booth as the waitress approached and asked me what I'd like to drink. I saw that Gianna had already ordered a margarita and I told the waitress I'd have one as well.

"How was your week?" she asked, smiling brightly at me.

"It was long," I said, smiling back at her, "mid-terms were this week, but I think I did really well. How was your week? I asked.

"I had mid-terms as well, but I was able to take a couple of days off from work so I could study, which really helped," she said, "I think I just did just fine too."

We each took a sip of our drinks. I felt so comfortable with her.

"I'm so glad you wanted to meet tonight, I thought you might be spending the evening with your boyfriend."

I took a deep breath, "He's in Los Angeles, he lives there," I said, "but he should be back in town in a few weeks."

"Long distance relationships can be tough," she said.

"I only met him last weekend, so I think we are still at that stage of trying to figure out what we want to mean to each other."

That was a lie and I regretted saying it as soon as the words left my lips. James and I had everything very well defined. James liked having sex with me and buying me gifts, and I liked having sex with him. The rest of the time, I was busy trying to figure out how not to fall for him anymore than I already had, pretty simple really. 

"That's interesting," Gianna said, "when I saw you together in the restaurant, you looked like a couple who had been together for a while." 

I could tell she was anxious to ask more questions about James, so I quickly changed the subject so she couldn't. 

"So what about you, are you seeing anyone?"

"I have a boyfriend that I've been seeing for about six months. We met in school and he's going to be an RN as well."

"That's wonderful." I said

We spent the next half hour talking about her work, our respective schools, and her boyfriend. I had so much respect for her, working a full time job and going to school full time. She seemed to have her life really together. 

We were on our third round of margaritas, and I hadn't eaten anything since breakfast, so I was starting to feel the effects of the alcohol. 

"I'm really hungry Gianna would you like to get something to eat?"

"That would be great," she said.

We pulled a menu off the table, thumbed through it together and decided on nachos.

I once heard someone describe alcohol as being a "social lubricant," and that was true in our case. The more we drank the more intimate our conversation became. It was nice to get past the 'friendly-getting-to-know-you-chit-chat' and move on to more fun topics.

"Does James know you... um... are into girls?"

I smiled at her, "He does. I told him I like to make out in bathroom stalls with pretty Italian girls in his restaurant."

Her face split into a grin.

"Does your boyfriend know you are into girls?" I asked.

"He doesn't, and I haven't found a way to tell him yet." She looked down, "I'm not sure what he would think, and I'm afraid he would feel threatened by it. I'm also afraid of losing him over it," she said softly.

I was taken aback by her brutal honesty. This girl could have whoever she wanted, male or female, and she was afraid of losing him? I thought he must be very special to hold her heart like that. 

My conscious was starting to bother me, about what I had said earlier regarding my relationship with James, and I felt like I needed to clear the air. 

"I need to make a confession Gianna. James is married, and I've found myself having feelings for him that I know I shouldn't. I've been spending the last week trying to sort that out," I said, as I looked into her eyes. 

We were interrupted by the waitress putting a huge plate of nachos in front of us. We slid together until our thighs touched. At this point I was buzzed and turned on by this beautiful woman next to me, and I didn't care what the other people in the bar thought about it.

We started eating the delicious nachos. Feeling her thigh rub against mine was slowly stoking the desire I was feeling for her. 

"He has money doesn't he?" she said, looking at me.

"He does, yes," I replied simply.

"Melanie, don't feel guilty about any of it, just make him make you happy," she said, smiling at me now.

Her statement made me realize that I did feel guilty about what James had done for me financially. I came from a middle class family, but my parents never spoiled me or my brothers. During my childhood my older brothers were always helping my father by working with him at our family's small construction company, or doing odd jobs around our neighborhood. During high school, I helped my father with the books, which is why I got interested in accounting and why I decided to major in it in college. Very little had ever been given to me without working for it, so I knew James' generosity and my guilt over it, played into the complex feelings I had towards him. 

I cleared my mind of James and our dysfunctional relationship and concentrated on Gianna. I offered her some advice concerning her situation with her boyfriend. 

"When you're ready, tell your boyfriend that you're into girls. If he loves you, and it's meant to be, then he'll deal with his issues, because he'll want the woman he loves to be happy," I said.

I felt her hand rub my knee and it sent shivers down my spine. 

Gianna looked into my eyes and said seductively, "The moment I saw you, I wanted you. I even got the server who was working your section to let me have your table, so I could meet you," she said, smiling at me. "I also got my roommate to give me a ride here, because I knew I'd be spending the night with you."

Those were the most erotic words I had ever heard.

"Should we get a room here or would you like to see my new apartment?" I said, smiling seductively. 





Meeting James Ch. 04



"It would be easier for me to make you breakfast tomorrow morning if we were in your apartment," she said, returning my smile. 

We quickly finished the nachos and I asked for the check. We held hands as we walked through the casino and out to the valet station. At that point I wanted her so badly, and I didn't care who saw us together or what they thought about it. 

I gave the valet my ticket and I felt Gianna wrap her arm around me as we waited. I looked down at her beautiful tanned legs next to mine. 

The sun was just starting to go down and it was a beautiful spring evening. Thank God the nachos soaked up some of the alcohol in my stomach and I felt fine to drive. 

God, she was so beautiful, and I felt nervous. Normally, I would go to a club, have some drinks, or arrive already buzzed, and then find someone as hot as her. The alcohol gave me courage to wear revealing club clothes, grind on other girls on the dance floor, and go back to their room with them to hook up. But tonight, I was sober. I couldn't hide behind alcohol or loud club music. I had to be myself with this girl, and it was scary. 

Gianna's beautiful long black hair was blowing onto my shoulder as a light wind picked up. I couldn't remember the last time I wanted a girl as much as I wanted her. I turned to face her, leaned in and we kissed softly. Not a friendly peck on the cheek like when we met at the bar, but a hot, romantic, passionate kiss. I gently slipped my tongue into her mouth. Our tongues danced lightly and I heard her moan softly, her body instantly melting into mine as we kissed. I loved how her body reacted to me as we kissed and I wanted to make sure she knew how much I wanted her.

We had to break our passionate embrace as the valet pulled the Land Rover up in front of us. We got in the car and giggled at each other, when we noticed an old couple staring at us with their mouths open. Yeah, watch and take notes old guy, that's how you should be kissing your woman, I thought to myself as we pulled away.

I wanted to pull Gianna close to me on the ride home, but the Land Rover had bucket seats so it felt like she was a mile away. I looked at her and smiled softly and she reached over and put her hand on my thigh. I instantly thought of James. I quickly pushed him out of my mind and thought I'm Gianna's tonight, not yours James.

The fifteen minute ride felt like hours. Gianna was gently rubbing my thigh the entire way as I drove us to my apartment and it was driving me crazy. We made small talk as I drove which helped cut some of the sexual tension, but I knew that both of us had been waiting for this night for a week, and it had felt like time was passing agonizingly slowly.

We finally reached my building, parked the car and made our way into the elevator and up to my apartment. I unlocked the door, turned to Gianna and took her hand. 

"Close your eyes, I want to show you something."

"OK," she said, almost whispering.

I had to navigate around two boxes that I hadn't had time to unpack yet. I led her to the large floor to ceiling panoramic window that faced south. 

"Open your eyes honey," I said softly.

I watched as she opened them and her mouth fell open. It was just a bit after dusk and the lights of the Las Vegas strip were twinkling brightly. I let her take in the view for a few seconds.

"Melanie, it's so beautiful," she said.

I took her hand and opened the large glass door and we stepped outside onto the balcony and leaned against the thick, waist high glass. We could faintly hear the traffic below as we watched the beautiful lights for a few minutes. Actually, she watched the lights and I was watching her. I studied her beautiful face; that flawless olive skin and those dark mysterious eyes, I was captivated with her.

As she looked out at the view, I slid behind her and gently wrapped my arms around her. I pressed my breasts gently into her back and began lightly kissing her neck. She smelled heavenly, like vanilla and jasmine. She moaned softly as she moved her head to the side exposing more of her neck while I continued to kiss and run my tongue over her beautiful skin. She turned to face me and we kissed passionately, our tongues fully exploring each other's mouths. She pressed her body into mine and I felt our breasts rub together. 

We kissed on the balcony for several minutes until she broke the kiss and whispered huskily, "Oh God Mel, where is your bedroom?" 

I took her hand and led her back inside, walking through the living room and on into my bedroom. When I got to the bed, I turned around and she slipped into my arms as we continued to kiss. We wrapped our arms around each other and fell back onto, the bed. Our hands started roaming over each other's bodies as we kissed and started fumbling with each other's clothes, desperately trying to remove any barriers between us. Our mouths never separated as we got each other's top's, skirt and shorts off, and almost instantaneously bra's were unfastened and panties were slid down, so our naked bodies could touch and rub together.

I loved being with men, but I knew since high school that I'd never be able to give up being with women. It's such a contrast from being with a man. Feeling that soft body, smooth hairless skin, soft lips, and gentle caresses. It was still sex, but it felt so incredibly different, God that's what makes it so good. 

I moved her long black hair out of her face and kissed her hard, my tongue exploring her mouth as I positioned my body on top of hers. I reached down her thigh and felt her legs instantly open for me and I gently ran my hands over her smooth, hairless mound. I slid my knee between her legs, rubbing it up and down the lips of her vagina, feeling her wetness. 

As we kissed harder, I pressed my body into hers, feeling our breasts sexily crush together. I broke the kiss and heard her moan as I sensually licked and then kissed her neck, while I ran my fingers over the lips of her vagina. As I kissed her neck, I felt her fingers move through my long blonde hair, which spurned me on even more. My knee kept constant pressure on her pussy as I continued to rub it up and down her sex.

I pulled away and looked down at her breasts. They were perfectly round with brown quarter- sized areolas topped by tiny brown nipples. 

"God Gianna, your breasts are beautiful," I whispered huskily, as I took one of her nipples into my mouth and felt it grow instantly hard. 

I moved my hand from her vagina and onto her other breast, letting her hard nipple run through my fingertips, hearing her purr, as I played with her perfect mounds. 

I let her nipple pop out of my mouth and saw my saliva drip slightly off of it, as I took the other one in my mouth, sucking gently, then harder, hearing a loud moan escape her mouth and feeling her head thrash back against the pillow. She moaned loudly again as I gently bit her nipple and leaned backwards just a bit, teasing her, before the hard nub of flesh popped out of my mouth.

As I slid down her body, my knee finally broke the contact with her vagina. I kissed down her toned stomach and she gasped when my mouth made contact with her navel. I dipped my tongue in and out teasing her. After a minute or so, I could feel her hands in my hair again as she pushed my head lower. I smiled to myself, knowing this slow tease was working. As I kissed lower, I breathed deeply, smelling that womanly musk, knowing how worked up she was. 

I nestled myself in between her legs as she opened them wide for me. I gently began to kiss her inner thighs and I heard her moan, I knew what she wanted, but I wanted to tease her and make her wait. I felt her shiver, so I gently bit and then licked her inner thigh as I continued the tease of getting closer to her pussy, but denying her my mouth where she wanted it. After a few moments of this teasing, she finally broke down.

"Fuck Melanie, put your mouth on me," she whimpered and begged.

Before I did, I took a second to look at her beautiful pussy. She had large brown outer lips which were engorged and puffy. With my fingers I gently pried them apart to reveal her glistening wet pink inner lips. I heard her moan loudly when I extended my tongue and sunk it inside of her, feeling her hands slowly run through my hair. She tasted tangy and sweet. God I thought, every part of this girl was perfect. 

I moved my hands up to her breasts and gently kneaded them, as I simultaneously and gently, worked my tongue in and out of her, slowly licking the walls of her vagina. Her hips were slowly rotating on my mouth as she ground her pussy harder into my face. She was so warm and wet, I kept my tongue long and flat as I dipped it into her again and again, while she gasped and moaned, grinding her pelvis harder into mouth.

I leaned back breaking the contact between my mouth and her vagina. She was soaked with a combination of her juice and my saliva. I removed my hands from her breasts and gently pulled her inner lips apart exposing her clit. I moved my head forward and ran my tongue over the little nub lightly, and I felt her body tense up. She involuntarily pulled my hair as she screamed and her body started to shake as she convulsed in orgasm. I held her thighs tight, never letting her vagina and my mouth break contact, until I could tell she was starting to come down and regain control again.

Our eyes met and she smiled at me as I kissed her inner thighs, looking up at her from between her legs. I slowly licked the wetness off of her lips and smiled up at her. Her long black hair was a tousled, falling over her face, she looked wild and beautiful. 

"Are you ready for some more, sexy?" I said huskily. 

Her smile widened, "Melanie, you can stay there the rest of the week if you want to."

I smiled back as I looked into her eyes from between her open legs. 

I then playfully licked her inner thigh again and then gently inserted two fingers into her which caused her eyes to roll back into her head. I heard her gasp loudly as her ass came up off the bed a few inches. I rapidly assaulted her clit again with my mouth, and at the same time, I pushed my fingers in and out of her slowly. She moaned loudly as I licked little circles over her clit and my fingers went deeper inside her.

Her pelvis was rocking now and I had to concentrate to keep my mouth on her. I was making loud slurping noises as my mouth continued to make contact with her hot, wet sex. I was so worked up that I slid my other hand down between my legs and inserted two fingers into my own pussy, and used my thumb to rub my clit. My fingers were soaked within a few moments, as I slowly pushed them in and out of my vagina, listening to her moan, as I licked her. 

I looked up and I saw her watching me. She reached down and tapped my shoulder looking at me longingly. I removed my wet fingers from my pussy and brought them up to her lips and watched as she instantly took them into her mouth, sucking on them. 

Once she had licked my fingers clean, I moved my hands back down to her thighs and plunged my tongue in and out of her, occasionally bathing her clit with my tongue. She only lasted a minute or so until I felt her body start to tremble again. She screamed out and began to convulse as I continued to flick my tongue over her clit, keeping constant pressure on the little nub, licking her through her orgasm. I could see she was starting to recover, so I wanted to stay away from her sensitive clit, instead, I very gently licked the wetness off her lips and inner thighs.

I looked up from between her legs and our eyes met and she smiled sexily at me.

"Are you trying to kill me Melanie?" she said, laughing. 

I laughed with her, "I promise I wasn't, but I don't think it would be a bad way to go either," I said smiling.

She pulled me up to her and we kissed passionately. It got me hot knowing she could taste her pussy on my mouth as we kissed. 

"It's your turn," she said.

She laid me back on the bed and then she lay beside me. We kissed for several minutes while her hands kneaded my breasts until my nipples were fully erect. I moaned as she took one, and then the other into her mouth sucking gently. 

"I love your breasts Melanie, they are so beautiful," she said huskily, as her mouth traveled from one of my nipples to the other.

She continued to suck on my nipples as I felt her hand move down my stomach, her fingernails gently scratching my sensitive skin, driving me crazy with lust. She then took my nipple between her teeth and gently bit down, causing me to cry out. Then she softly caressed it with her mouth, tenderly licking it, as if to sooth the pain from the bite. It felt like every nerve ending in my body was on fire as she teased me mercilessly. She then kissed down my stomach in the same place where she scratched me, licking and caressing my skin. It was masterful the way she mixed light pain with sensual tenderness. It was as if I didn't know which one I was going to experience next, pain or pleasure, and she always kept me guessing.

She kissed below my navel and then licked lower until she reached the top of my trimmed pubic line. I felt her thumb lightly rub my clit sending shivers throughout my body. Then, I cried out, as she simultaneously took a few of my pubic hairs into her mouth and pulled back slightly, enough to mix a little pain in with the intense pleasure she was giving me.

I watched as she slid between my legs and I opened them wide for her. Her mix of pain and pleasure foreplay was having an intense effect on me.

She gasped, "Oh God, Melanie, you're so wet," as she looked up, and smiled at me.

I then felt her lick the inside of my thighs and then along my puffy engorged lips. 

When I'm turned on, I get very wet. I've never been able to squirt like I know some girls can, but I have made puddles in the bed when I'm extremely aroused.

My wetness spurred Gianna on and I felt her tongue assault my vagina. I gasped as she extended it inside of me licking the walls of my pussy. She had both of her arms wrapped around my thighs, holding me where she wanted me as she licked, sucked and probed with her mouth. My hips started to push lower as I moved my pelvis, grinding on her face in a slow rhythm. Her tongue moved with me and I could feel my orgasm start to build. She felt my body tense and her tongue moved to my clit, lapping at the tiny bud as the waves began to wash over me and I started to shake. 

She held onto me tightly, never separating her mouth from my sex as I slowly began to regain control of myself. I looked down and she smiled at me from between my legs as I watched her kiss my inner thighs. 

I was just about to speak when I felt her insert her fingers inside of me. My thoughts were instantly lost as her fingers slide into me and then curled upwards, causing me to gasp and cry out. She must have then inserted a third finger, because when she curled all three upwards I felt pressure and incredible pleasure that caused me to lift my ass up off the mattress. It was as if she expected it, because her mouth latched onto to me, her tongue slowly circling my clit and her fingers pressing in and out of me. Again, I moved my pelvis almost instinctively, grinding myself onto her fingers and mouth. It was almost as if I had no control of myself as I started feeling another orgasm upon me and I loudly cried out. 

We took turns with each other for several more hours until we were both exhausted and I didn't think either of us could move. We lay in bed facing each other, our legs tangled together under the sheet as we softly kissed and talked.

"I'm so thirsty, would you like some water?" I asked her.

"That would be perfect," she said.

I got up out of bed, walked into the kitchen and grabbed a big bottle of water for us to share. 

"I hope this is ok, I said, I didn't bring any glasses."

"That's fine," she said, smiling.

I handed her the water and she took a long drink and then handed it to me and I drank after her, feeling much better after I had rehydrated a bit. 

I slid back into bed beside her and she began tangling her legs with mine again and pulled me close as we kissed softly. 

I gently moved a strand of her dark, black hair out of her eyes. Her hair was a tangled mess and her face was still flushed from the hours of amazing sex we had just had, but she was still the most beautiful girl I had ever seen.

"You look so serious, what are you thinking?" She asked, quietly.

"I'm thinking how lucky I am to have such a beautiful woman in my bed," I said, smiling at her.

She smiled back as she leaned in and kissed me softly. I could see she was getting tired and I knew I could barely hold my eyes open. 

"Good night, pretty girl," I said.

"Good night Mel," she said, smiling at me one last time before she turned over, then scooted backwards until my breasts were against her back so that we spooned, and she fell asleep in my arms. 

I woke up the next morning and reached over to the other side of the bed and felt for Gianna, but she wasn't there. I looked over at the clock on the bedside table, it was 6:30. In my grogginess, I started to worry, thinking she had left, until the smell of coffee and bacon filled my nostrils. I leisurely stretched as I continued to wake up. I felt so loose and relaxed; I guess amazing sex will do that for you.

I walked into the bathroom and used to toilet and then went to my dresser drawer and picked out short, jean shorts, and what my older brothers always used to jokingly refer to as a white, 'wife beater' tank top. I thought Gianna would like the way my pink nipples poked through the thin material. 

I walked out into the living room and then into the kitchen, everything she was cooking smelled delicious. She heard me come in and smiled at me. I walked up to her and hugged her tightly as we kissed softly, my hands roaming down to her ass. She was wearing one of my night shirts, that came down to the top of her thighs and she wasn't wearing panties. 

"Good morning Mel," she said, smiling radiantly at me.

"Good morning," I said, "you've been busy, what time did you get up?"

"About 5:30, I've never been able to sleep in late, so I made a pot of coffee and then started to make breakfast. I was just about to go in and wake you."

"Everything smells wonderful," I said, smiling brightly at her. 

She poured me a big, steaming cup of coffee. I got into the fridge and pulled out a small container of half and half and poured a few tablespoons into the mug. She had just finished scrambling some eggs and I heard the toast pop up. 

"I'll butter the toast, if that's ok Chef Gianna," I said, jokingly.

"Thank you, everything else is ready," she said, and sexily patted my ass.

We took our plates to the dining room table and sat down next to each other. We smiled at each other as we ate, I felt so comfortable with her. She looked so beautiful; her hair was a bit disheveled, but her brown eyes sparkled and she had such great skin. No one should be allowed to look that perfect this early in the morning, I thought to myself smiling. 

"What's on the agenda for today?" she asked, in between bites of scrambled egg. 

"There is this sexy Italian girl that I had planned on spending the day with," I said, still smiling at her.

I didn't really have any plans. Because we had just finished with midterms, I didn't have any homework that I had to complete over the weekend, so for the first time in a long time, the weekend was mine. 

She reached over and touched my arm, smiling back at me.

"I have to work tonight from four to ten, but other than that, I'm all yours," she said. 

"We can do anything you'd like Gianna, my treat," I said. 

I looked into her eyes and noticed she was looking around the apartment. I felt bad that I didn't finish unpacking the boxes in the living room. It must have made a bad first impression and I didn't want her to think I was some type of ne'er-do-well, that couldn't keep a clean house. 




Meeting James Ch. 04



"I'm sorry for the mess," I said, "I just got the last of my things moved over yesterday and I didn't have time to get everything put away before we met last night."

She squeezed my hand, "Oh no, I wasn't thinking that at all. It's so peaceful here. I'm used to my roommates, running around screaming, and when they have their boyfriends over it's even worse. It's so serene, I really love being here with you," she said, smiling softly at me. 

I gently squeezed her hand, "I really love you being here," I said truthfully. 

She thought for a moment, "What I'd like to do today is absolutely nothing. Well, maybe we can lay out on your balcony and catch some sun, but other than that, I'd just like to spend the day with you."

"That sounds like the perfect way to spend a Saturday," I said, happily

"Can I ask you something?" she asked, hesitantly.

"Ask me anything."

"Did James really get this apartment for you?"

I looked down, feeling embarrassed by her question.

"He did," I said. 

I probably should have stopped talking at that point, but I didn't want her to think there were things she couldn't ask me, or that we couldn't talk about. 

"Sometimes he tries to do too much Gianna. I think he knows I have feelings for him, and he's made it very clear that those feelings will never be returned, so he overcompensates by giving me things that I don't ask for," I said, looking down. "But, I'd also be lying if I said I didn't enjoy them."

She squeezed my hand again. "You deserve everything he's given you, don't ever think you don't deserve the best of everything Melanie," she said, as she leaned in and kissed me. "I'm going to go grab a shower, I feel like some pretty blonde spent several hours between my legs last night," she added, seductively. 

I smiled at her as our lips touched in a soft, passionate kiss. I couldn't help thinking how comfortable I felt around her as I watched her walk into the bedroom, her sexy bottom sashaying from side to side. Just as she was about to disappear from my view, she paused, turned, and gave me a sexy "come hither" smile.

I had planned on cleaning up the kitchen and doing the dishes, but suddenly, nothing seemed to matter except the beautiful woman who was in my bathroom. 

I walked across the living room and entered the bedroom. I looked into the bathroom, just in time to see Gianna taking off her night shirt, walking into the shower and turning it on. 

My new apartment had amazing views which I loved and it also had a great shower in the master bedroom. It was quite large and very easy for two people to get into together. It had large, brown, ceramic tiles and a bench that was about knee height, right by the door in the back, and when the spray was aimed at the back of the shower, it easily hit the bench.

Gianna heard the bathroom door open, turned and smiled invitingly at me when she saw me enter.

"I was hoping you'd come and take a shower with me," she said sexily.

"There's no way I would have missed it," I said smiling, as I peeled off the tight tank top.

"I missed those," she said, looking down at my breasts.

I smiled at her as I stood in front of her and we kissed passionately. She reached down and unbuttoned my shorts and slid them down my thighs. She opened the door and we stepped into the shower together, and as the warm water poured down on us, we continued to softly kiss.

I broke our kiss and playfully pushed her away, squirted body wash onto a luffa and gently began washing her. I ran the luffa over her stomach and then her breasts, teasing her nipples until they were erect and poking out, just begging to sucked. I resisted the urge, because I wanted to keep this tease going on for a bit longer.

I moved the luffa lower and she instinctively opened her legs as I ran it over her lips. She closed her eyes and moaned as I soaped up her bald pussy with the luffa. I leaned in and kissed her as the hot water ran over both of us, rinsing the soap from her body. 

As we kissed, Gianna playfully took the luffa from my hand and poured body wash on it.

"My turn," she said, grinning at me.

She knelt down and soaped up each of my legs, avoiding my vagina. She then squirted more body wash on the luffa and rubbed it over my stomach and up to my breasts. She took extra time on my breasts, teasing my sensitive skin until my nipples were fully erect. We kissed softly as the water rushed over us, rinsing the soap off of me. She then bent over and took each of my nipples into her mouth, sucking gently, making waves of pleasure wash over me.

I then felt the luffa on my vagina and I opened my legs and moaned as she soaped up my pussy. Her fingers teasingly brushed over my lips and lightly rubbed my clit as we kissed and I moaned into her mouth. 

We both stood under the shower, she rinsing the soap from me as we continued to kiss, our breasts pushing and rubbing together, while the hot water sprayed over us. 

We broke our kiss and she looked into my eyes mischievously, "Are you feeling adventurous?"

"I'm yours Gianna," I whispered huskily. 

"Stand up on the bench Mel." 

I looked at her quizzically, but decided to go with it. I took a big step up onto the bench, luckily without falling and breaking my neck. My head almost touched the ceiling as I looked down and smiled quizzically at her. 

"Turn around and face the back wall," she said, giving me a lustful look.

I turned around, doing what she asked and I heard her adjust the shower head and felt it spray onto my back. I opened my legs wide, fully exposing myself to her. 

I looked over my shoulder, and watched as she squirted body wash on the luffa and then gently scrubbed my back which instantly relaxed me. Then, I started to tense up a bit as I felt the luffa go lower as she gently washed my ass cheeks. I could feel the body wash run down the inside of my thighs as she gently scrubbed me. 

Gianna then stepped to the side and I felt the warm water from the shower wash the soap from my body.

Once all of the soap had been removed I felt her hands gently knead my ass cheeks. I moaned loudly as I felt her run her tongue over each cheek teasing me. 

In a voice barely above a whisper she said, "Spread your ass cheeks Mel."

I only hesitated for a moment as I spread my legs as wide as I could and reached behind and pulled the cheeks of my bottom apart, fully exposing myself to her. I moaned as I felt Gianna run the luffa over the lips of my vagina and then up to my asshole, gently scrubbing me. 

I closed my eyes as the luffa brushed my clit and then up over my ass again. It felt so intimate, so naughty, exposing every inch of myself to her. 

"God, you look so good Melanie," as I felt her eyes studying me. It felt so intensely erotic being examined this way.

My pussy was not quite at eye level with Gianna. I looked over my shoulder as I felt her tongue slowly move over the cheeks of my ass. I moaned and held myself open for her. I felt her slowly kiss and then lick each cheek, teasing me mercilessly. She then moved her mouth and I felt her tongue lick over my lips and I gasped as I felt her mouth on me. She slowly pushed her tongue inside my vagina, making me moan even louder and I had to lean against the wall for support. I felt her tongue slowly move in and out of my vagina, and then down to my clit as she sucked the little nub causing me to cry out. I felt her hands on my ass and I let go of my cheeks, her hands replacing mine, as she kept my pussy open to her prodding tongue. 

I then felt her tongue lick over my asshole causing my knees to go weak. My breathing changed to short rapid breaths when I felt her tongue push inside me, probing me, opening me. She then wrapped her arms around my thighs, and holding me still, I felt her tongue rapidly go in and out of my ass, and I gasped from the intense pleasure. I knew I couldn't hold off my orgasm any longer. I reached down and gently rubbed my clit, feeling the waves of pleasure wash over me as Gianna's tongue slowly moved in and out of my asshole. I stayed leaning against the wall for support as I regained control of my body. I felt Gianna lovingly kiss the cheeks of my ass as I finally felt stable enough to step down from the bench.

I turned and we kissed passionately, wrapping our arms around each other in a tender embrace. It was an amazing feeling as the warm water from the shower washed over us, our breasts crushed together and our tongues exploring each other's mouths. She was so sensual and passionate. Even though I had been with a lot of women, none of them stirred up the feelings in me that she did. 

I playfully pushed her back onto the bench forcing her to sit down. She knew what I wanted and she open her legs wide for me, one of her feet touching the floor of the shower, the other she rested up on the bench.

I got down on my knees in front of Gianna and slowly ran my fingers through her open slit. Her outer lips were light brown, engorged and puffy. I gently ran my fingers over her sex, exposing her wet, pink inner lips. She moaned loudly and I felt her body quiver as I brushed her clit with my fingers. I watched her intensely as I gently pushed two fingers inside of her and curled them upwards inside of her body. She gasped and her ass came up off of the bench and then returned back down, allowing my fingers to sink deeper inside of her. She was gasping and moaning loudly as I used my thumb to manipulate her clit, gently brushing over it in small, light circles. Her hips began to grind on my fingers as I pushed them in and out of her, harder and faster. I took my other hand and squeezed her nipple. The added sensation was all she needed, and I watched as her body start to shake, she closed her eyes and cried out as she released. 

I removed my fingers and used my other hand to gently rub up and down her stomach, as she came down from her orgasm. I wanted to give her a few more seconds to recover so I licked my wet fingers tasting her. She looked down at me and smiled, then leaned in towards me and we kissed passionately. 

We broke our kiss and I playfully pushed her back. 

"I'm not done with you yet," I said, seductively.

She smiled and opened her legs wide again.

Taking her by surprise, I extended my tongue and sank it inside of her. I heard her gasp and felt her start to grind her pelvis on my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her tanned thighs, holding her still as pushed my tongue in and out of her, slowly licking the walls of her vagina. She was gasping and moaning loudly as she gyrated her pelvis on my tongue, but I had my arms around her thighs securely and she couldn't move or get away from me. I ran my tongue over her inner lips up and down and then back inside of her, brushing her clit every few seconds with the tip of my tongue. I reached up again with my fingers and pulled her nipples gently and felt her whole body tense up, as she moved her hands to my wet hair and pushed my face deeper into her and cried out as she came again. 

I withdrew my mouth from her and kissed the inside of her thighs gently as I watched her recover, never taking my eyes off of her. I loved how easily she reached orgasm and I kept thinking over and over what an amazing lover she was. 

We used the luffa to wash each other again. We took our time bathing each other under the hot water and it was so erotic, exploring her body and letting her explore mine. It was one of the most sensual, loving things I had ever done with a woman and I couldn't explain the type of emotions she was stirring in me. 

I turned off the water and we stepped out of the shower into the bathroom. I grabbed a towel and started to leisurely dry Gianna off. I took my time drying her off, which gave me ample opportunity to admire her perfectly sculptured body. I could tell she spent a lot of time in the gym, she had such tight abs and a perfect heart shaped ass. Her brown skin highlighted every muscled line in her toned thighs and calves. I'm not sure if the perfect female body exists, but she was as close to it as I had ever seen. 

Once we were dry, she took my hand and I followed her to the bed. She turned to face me and we kissed passionately; it was as if neither of us could get enough of each other. We slid into bed together and pressed our bodies against each other entwining our limbs. As we continued to kiss, she moved her legs in-between mine in a scissor fashion until our vaginas touched. Our tongues continued to probe each other's mouths as she started to grind her pussy into mine.

We held each other tight as we continued to kiss and press our vulvas together. I had tribbed before with my girlfriend in high school, but I hadn't done it since I had started college. Tribbing is such an intimate act, and I never felt comfortable doing it on a one night stand with girls that I had met in clubs, but with Gianna, it just felt right. 

We both moved slowly as we erotically ground against each other and I started to feel the wetness build between us as our lips pressed and rubbed together. Every few seconds we would find the perfect angle where our clits touched, causing us to moan loudly as we kissed. I felt her place her hands on my ass as she pulled me harder into her. 

I felt her pick up the pace.

"Fuck Mel, I'm so close," she cried out. 

I ground against her hard, and as I felt my orgasm start to wash over me, simultaneously I felt her body tense up as she cried out, coming together, in each other's arms.

We held each other tight as our breathing slowly returned to normal. We had only managed a few hours of sleep, and both of us were exhausted from the almost non-stop sex since we had arrived in my apartment the night before.

She looked into my eyes and smiled. 

"Mel, would it be ok if I took a nap, I feel wiped out and I won't make it through my shift tonight if I don't get some sleep," she said softly.

I smiled fondly back at her, "Of course honey, as long as you don't kick me out onto to the couch," I said jokingly.

She laughed as she struggled to hold her eyes open.

"You are right where I want you," she said, as we gently kissed.

She then turned over and slid back until her body was pressed tightly into mine, spooning. I wrapped my arms around her and moments later we were both asleep. 

The alarm on my phone went off at 3:00. We kissed for a few minutes before Gianna got up and got into the shower. I slipped on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and waited for her in the living room. It was a strange feeling. Normally, when I had hooked up with a girl I was thinking about how I could sneak out of the hotel room the next morning and get away. With Gianna, my only thought was that I didn't want her to go. Being with her felt nothing like "hook up" sex, and I wasn't used to that. 

She walked out of the bedroom in her shorts and tank top from the night before. We smiled lovingly at each other as soon as our eyes met. 

"I borrowed a pair of your panties, I hope that's ok," she said.

"If you wanted a pair of my panties as a trophy, all you needed to do was ask," I said, jokingly.

She smiled brightly at me, walked up to me and we kissed.

"Are you sure you don't need a ride home after work?" I said. 

"My boyfriend is going to pick me up."

I smiled at her. Was I looking for an excuse to see her again? I wasn't sure. 

As we drove out to Summerlin we talked and laughed the entire way. Her hand never left my thigh until we pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant. 

She leaned in and we kissed softly. 

"I want to see you again Melanie, I hope that's ok," she said, in a whisper. 

"It's more than ok," I said, smiling at her as we hugged each other passionately. 

We kissed again and she got out of the Land Rover. I watched as she walked across the parking lot, and just as she was opening the door to go inside the restaurant, she turned around and smiled and waved before disappearing inside.

I wasn't sure that I needed my life to be any more complicated than it already was. 

The only thing I was sure of, was that I couldn't wait to see her again.



Meeting James Ch. 05



I excitedly waited for my classmates to walk down the steps of the large amphitheater style auditorium and file out the door. It was 11:00 a.m. on Friday, my last class of the day, and I was felt so anxious I couldn't stand myself. James was in town and we would be spending our first full weekend together. His flight landed at eight this morning and I wanted to skip my economics and finance classes so I could meet him at McCarran, but James would have none of it. Unfortunately, he had asked for my schedule and knew when my classes were and wouldn't let me skip class to meet him. I loved how he took an interest in everything I did, even from 300 miles away, but this was one of the times that I wish he wasn't quite so involved in my academic life. 

My finance professor smiled at me as I walked by his desk and I smiled back brightly and wished him a good weekend. He was a sweet old man who was quite talented at nonchalantly checking me out, much more so than some of my other professors who looked at me like I was on the menu. 

I was almost giddy with excitement as I walked towards the parking lot. I had packed my weekend garment bag and had it waiting in the Land Rover. I found it so difficult to concentrate in my classes. Thank God the professors only lectured today and I didn't have to take a quiz or test where I really would have had to be focused. I had waited a whole month to see James and even though I did a pretty good job of keeping my romantic feelings for him in check, I really did miss him and I couldn't wait to see him. 

I had just reached the parking lot when my phone vibrated in the back pocket of my short jean skirt. I retrieved it and looked at the caller ID. I smiled when I saw it was Gianna.

"Hi pretty girl," I said, "How did your test go?"

"I think I did really well, despite someone keeping me up late last night," she said, sexily.

I smiled to myself. Gianna had been spending about three nights a week at my apartment since I had met her three weeks ago. I had tried to let her study as much as I could for her test last night, but I had to admit that I found it extremely difficult to keep my hands off of her when we were together.

"I'm so glad that you did well, despite my constant distractions," I said, laughing. I could hear her giggling on the other end.

"How did your classes go Mel?" She asked.

"Both of them went good," I said, "the professors mostly lectured, but they make it really interesting and I love the subject matter."

I didn't want to tell her that I was finding it difficult to concentrate because I was thinking about James coming into town. We were getting more serious and our significant others were a touchy subject at times. She was spending a lot of time with me and her boyfriend still didn't know about me, or the fact that she was bi-sexual. 

"Are you heading to the Bellagio now?" She asked.

"Yeah, I just got to my car when you called." 

"I will let you go then," she said quietly. 

I could hear the longing in her voice and it made me feel bad. At the last minute her boyfriend had to go out of town to see his family in Utah and Gianna couldn't go with him because she had to work Saturday night. With her boyfriend gone, we would have been able to spend a lot of the weekend together, but because this was my weekend with James, we couldn't. It was unfortunate how things happened to work out. 

"We'll have other weekends together, I promise," I said regretfully, trying to ease the pain that I could hear in her voice.

"Mel, really, it's fine. I want you to have a great weekend and don't worry about me ok."

"When you're not working, just hang out at my place and study and relax," I said. 

I had given her keys to my apartment the night before so she stay there and get away from the noise and bustle of her roommates. I hadn't thought about it at the time, but I realized that giving her a key to my apartment was a big step for us. It wasn't like we were moving in together, but still; it made me realize just how close we were getting.

"I will," she said.

There were a few seconds of silence before I heard her speak again.

"I know it's asking a lot, but would you text me a few times and let me know you are ok."

"Gianna, I'll be fine. But yes, I will," I said softly. 

"You can text me too so I know you are staying out of trouble," I said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood. 

"I will Mel," she said softly, "I'll talk to you soon."

It felt like there was something else she wanted to say, but maybe I was wrong.

"Talk to you soon honey, bye bye."

I slid into the leather seat of the Land Rover and paused for a few seconds before I turned the engine over. Things with Gianna were becoming complicated, more complicated than I ever would have imaged. What I thought would be a fun night of sex seemed to be turning into a lot more. I had been hooking up with a lot of different girls since I had moved to Las Vegas. But since I had met Gianna, I had only been with her. She had told me several times that I was the only woman that she was seeing, so I guess that made us exclusive. 

I took a deep breath and put her out of my mind. For the next couple of days, it was going to be about James, and once he was back in Los Angles on Monday, I could try to mentally sort things out concerning Gianna and the feelings I was developing for her. 

It was a quick drive from the UNLV campus to the Bellagio. Because it was the middle of the day, traffic was light, even on the normally congested Las Vegas Strip. I had the sun roof open and the sun felt warm and inviting on my face as I enjoyed the beautiful spring day. As I pulled into the valet station I could feel the butterflies in my stomach start to churn. I shouldn't be nervous, but I was. 

The valet attendant checked the Land Rover in and took my bag to the bell captain station and directed me to the front desk. 

The front desk attendant smiled sweetly at me, "Welcome to the Bellagio, are you checking in?"

"I'm a guest of Mr. James Moretti," I replied shyly, as I slid my driver's license to her over the counter.

She typed on the keyboard for a few seconds then said, "You're in the Penthouse Suite on the 36th floor. I'll have your bag brought up to your room directly," as she slid my driver's license back to me along with a keycard. 

"I hope you enjoy your stay with us Ma'am."

I smiled brightly at her. It struck me funny being called Ma'am considering we were probably about the same age.

I took the elevator up to the 36th floor and found the room. I used the keycard to open the door and walked into the entry way. I instantly noticed the opulent marble floor and the beautiful Victorian décor. I walked into the living room and on the table were a dozen long stem red roses. I opened the card which read:

"These Roses are almost as beautiful as you, J."

I smiled as I read the card. He thinks of everything I thought. 

I kicked off my sandals and walked into the master bedroom as I explored the large suite. There was a large, four post king size bed in the middle of the room and I smiled to myself thinking that the bed was probably going to see a lot of action this weekend. Right off the master bedroom was his and her bathrooms. I loved the decadent décor of the suite, it was a truly beautiful room and I could see why James chose to stay here. 

I was just about to open the door to what I thought had to be the walk-in closet when I heard a knock on the front door. It must be the bell captain I thought, bringing up my bag. 

I opened the door and two men were standing there. One was the bell captain with my large bag and the other was James standing behind him. He smiled brightly when he saw me open the door. 

I stood aside as both of them walked through the door and James quickly pulled a hundred dollar bill out of his pocket to tip the bell captain and he quickly scurried away giving us some much needed privacy.

I squealed as I ran into his arms and hugged him. I felt him wrap his arms around me as we kissed passionately. 

I was so excited to see him I could barely speak.

"I thought you said you had a lunch meeting?" I said excitedly. "I never thought you'd be here so early, but I'm so happy to see you." 

"I cut the meeting short," he said between kisses. "There is this beautiful blonde that I've been waiting a month to see."

As he pulled me to him I could feel the growing bulge in his suit pants press against my stomach. As we kissed I reach down and gently rubbed his fat cock through his pants. 

"You don't seem to be the only one who's happy to see me," I said sexily.

As we kissed he quickly moved me to the master bedroom. Between kisses we fumbled with each other's clothes, trying to remove them as quickly as possible. In a few seconds he had my T-shirt off and my bra on the floor. I worked on his tie and dress shirt as he unbuttoned my jean skirt as I felt it slip down my thighs and off onto the floor as I stepped out of them. I felt him slide my thong down my legs as I got his belt and pants undone. As we passionately kissed, he kicked off his socks and I reached down, continuing to rub him through his boxer's. There was a big wet spot soaking through them as his pre-cum leaked out of his cock. He really was happy to see me I thought. It made me wonder if the last time he had sex was last month when we were together. 

The thought quickly left my mind as he roughly pushed me back onto the bed. He quickly removed his boxers and his big, thick cock sprang free. I opened my legs wide for him as he quickly dived between them, his mouth instantly latching onto my wet sex as I felt his tongue slip inside of me.

My head rolled back on the pillow and I moaned as his tongue licked the walls of my vagina. It felt like lightning bolts were shooting through my body as he swirled his tongue over my clit. I gently ran my hands through his salt and pepper hair spurring him on. God, he had such a talented mouth I thought. 

He moved his head back away from me as I felt him insert two fingers into my pussy and arch them upward causing me to instantly gasp and cry out. His tongue instantly found my clit as he licked over the hard little bud. 

Almost instinctively I started to grind my pelvis into his face and ran my hands through his hair then I pushed his head hard into my pussy. I never do that with women because I found many of them don't like that aggressive of a move. However, men seem to love it and it lets them know you like what they are doing.

He roughly thrust his fingers in and out of my body as his tongue swabbed my clit which sent me over the edge. I closed my thighs around his head as I violently shook as the waves of pleasure washed over me.

As he saw me come down and regain control of my body he moved up to me and we kissed softly and I tasted my pussy on his mouth which instantly turned me on. 

"Straddle me Melanie, I want to taste you again," he whispered huskily.

I straddled him facing away as I moved my hips back until my pussy was level with his mouth. His big cock was twitching and pulsing on his stomach and I leaned down taking it into my mouth as he groaned in pleasure. I could taste his pre-cum as it dripped copiously out of the head as my mouth made contact. 

I wasn't particularly fond of the 69 position, but it was ok I guess. I loved giving and getting oral sex, I just liked to concentrate on one or the other. Gianna liked to tease me that when I was in the 69 position with her, and I got close to orgasm, I'd stop reciprocating so I could enjoy her talented tongue and deny her the pleasure of mine. I guess she had a point because I knew I did that, even if it was unintentional. 

I took James cock deep into my mouth as I felt his tongue lick the walls of my vagina sending shock waves through my body. I felt him wrap his arms around my thighs and his mouth locked on my pussy causing me to gasp and cry out as his cock popped out of my mouth. Remembering Gianna's gentle teasing I took him back into mouth, intent on giving him pleasure too, not just receiving it.

I concentrated on his cock pumping my head up and down on him hard, feeling the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat and then start to slide part of the way down. Simultaneously, I felt his lips make contact with my clit and then I felt his tongue lick over it. I gasped, causing his cock to pop out of my mouth again as I felt my orgasm starting to build. I gently grabbed his cock at the base and slowly worked my hand up and down the long shaft, but his tongue was too much. I cried out as another strong orgasm rocked my body as I released his cock from my grip. I collapsed on his stomach and shook until the intense waves of pleasure subsided. 

When I regained my senses I turned around, continuing to straddle him, but I wanted to face him instead of look away from him. I loved watching his face when we had sex, it made it so much more intimate and erotic and I wasn't going to deny myself that. 

I leaned in and took his face in both of my hands and kissed him hard. His mouth and face were covered with my juices. I felt him reach around me and take his cock in his hand and I scooted back on his stomach until I felt the head of his cock press against my vagina. I felt the tip split my lips and he found my opening and then he moved his hips forward and sunk himself into me. I gasped and cried out as he opened and filled me. God, a month... I realized just how much I had missed his cock. 

We started in a slow, steady rhythm and I put my hands on his chest and closed my eyes, concentrating on that amazing cock inside of me. I could hear him moan as I squeezed the muscles in my vagina as a thin layer of sweat covered both of our bodies. 

I grinded myself into him and he stopped thrusting, allowing me to control the pace. I moved from side to side causing his shaft to rub the walls of my vagina which felt amazing. I squeezed him harder as I moved myself up down on him. I felt that familiar feeling coming on as my orgasm was starting to build. I grinded on him harder and leaned in to kiss him as my orgasm washed over me as I cried and moaned as he started to slowly thrust into me.

Just as I regained my senses, as I felt his hips start to buck as he pushed himself harder into me. I squeezed him again and I felt him gasp as my muscles caressed his cock inside my body. I squeezed harder and felt him tense up. 

I thought of reaching down and rubbing my clit which I knew would cause me to orgasm with him, but instead I just concentrated tightening my muscles as I watched his face intensely as I felt his semen powerfully squirt inside of me. I loved seeing that look of pleasure on his face as he achieved orgasm. It made me feel wonderful and I had a sense of pride knowing I was able to give all that pleasure to him. Watching him release brought back all of those romantic feelings that I felt and that I tried so hard to stuff away for the past month.

I gave him time to recover and once I felt his cock start to soften inside of me, I slid off of him and moved so we were in bed together face to face. It was so intimate and passionate being in bed naked with this man that I such strong feelings for. We were motionless and silent for several minutes as I studied every contour of his handsome face. He looked to be so deep in thought and I wished that I knew what he was thinking about.

He had such a serious look on his face and I could tell that there was something important on his mind. 

"What was your childhood like?" He said softly. 

I knew he was thinking about something serious, but I had to admit that this question took me a bit by surprise and I thought for several moments. 

"For the most part, it was really good. I have three older brothers, so between them and my father, there was always someone looking out for me," I paused for a moment, thinking. 

"Sometimes it got to be too much though. I felt like I was under constant surveillance so there were times when I wanted more freedom."

"Is that why you moved to Las Vegas to go to college, to get more freedom?" 

"Yes," I said softly, pausing for a moment to reflect again. "My mother is very controlling and we argue almost constantly, and we aren't very close. She wasn't happy that I moved to Las Vegas."

I paused again as I collected my thoughts and then continued.

"I had a full academic scholarship to USC, but turned it down to move here. She wanted me to live at home so she could keep me under her thumb." 

I paused in deep reflection, and then continued. 

"My parents wouldn't speak to me for six months after I moved here. My father finally called me and we reconciled. I do talk to my mother a little, but not very much. It's easier not to talk to her than to fight with her constantly," I said.

James reflected on my statement and then said, "So your relationship with her deteriorated when you were in high school?" 

"I think it started earlier than high school," I paused, deep in thought.

He could tell I was starting to get uncomfortable as I divulged more information about my childhood.

"Please continue Melanie," he said, in a bit more of a demanding tone.

"I was very rebellious, even at a young age. I was constantly getting in trouble at home and I always found a way though to do what I wanted, and if I got caught, then so be it."

"What happened when you got caught?" He asked. 

"My mother had my father spank me," I admitted sheepishly. 

"I never respected her because she wouldn't discipline me herself and part of me hated her because I felt like it was her getting me in trouble with my father until......" 

I could feel the tears forming in my eyes. It was so difficult recalling these memories. Memories that maybe I had subconsciously locked away? James waited patiently until I continued.

"......Until I realized that I enjoyed him spanking me," I lowered my head, deeply embarrassed from what I had just admitted.

I could feel the tears trickle down my cheeks. I looked down, too embarrassed to look James in the eye as I spoke. 

"When my father took me over his knee I felt secure, protected, and loved. My father is such a good man; I know there was nothing sexual in his mind when he spanked me. He only wanted to correct my behavior and I think, in part, appease my mother and give me the discipline that she wouldn't."

I paused before I continued. 

"To him it was only discipline, but to me it meant so much more. I have such a close bond today with my father and I know it's due, in part, to being spanked by him. He told me that the six months when we weren't speaking were the most difficult six months of his life." 

James looked thoughtfully into my eyes as if he had finally had an answer to a question that he couldn't solve. He waited patiently for me to continue. 

"It wasn't long before I started misbehaving on purpose just so my mom would tell my father to punish me, and the more he spanked me, the more I liked it," I paused, in deep reflection. 

"I'm not sure how old I was, but one day I had done something on purpose to upset my mother and when my dad got home he told me that I was getting too old for spankings and from then on when I got in trouble he was going to ground me. I know this must sound abhorrent, but I had a profound sense of loss when he stopped spanking me, like one of the most important things in my life was taken away from me that day, something that I've never been able to get back."

There was silence for a few moments, both of us deep in thought. 

Then James looked into my eyes and said, "When we met last month it took me about an hour, but as we talked and as I learned more about you, it was very obvious to me that you were submissive, I just didn't know until now where your submissive nature came from."




Meeting James Ch. 05



My jaw dropped open in shock, how dare he call me submissive. 

"I'm a strong, independent, confident woman James, and I do what I want, when I want," I snapped. 

I watched as his lips formed a wicked smile. "You're young, reckless and in need of direction and guidance. Because you are the youngest, and female in a mostly male household, you were allowed to walk over your family and manipulate them, and it shows in your immature behavior, that combined with your looks and physique, you think you can walk over people and get whatever you want, don't you?" 

How could he say such hurtful things to me I thought, my anger multiplying exponentially with each passing second. 

"You're a bastard," I screamed with venom in my eyes. "You have money and you buy me things and you think that gives you the right to control me and say and do whatever hurtful thing you want." 

I threw the covers up in his face as I moved to get out of bed and away from him, I didn't have to stay and listen to this I thought. Before I knew it, he quickly grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him.

"Look at me Melanie," he said in a low growl so menacing that it sent shivers down my spine. 

"Who maxed out her credit cards buying a designer dress and Prada shoes?"

"Who goes to clubs and buys drinks and parties and then begs her parents for money?"

"Those are the behaviors of a spoiled brat child, not a strong, confident woman that you claim to be."

"Go Fuck Yourself!" I screamed. "I don't have to stay here and listen to your shit!" I spat, as I defiantly looked at him with daggers in my eyes.

I started to try to pull away from him as he very calmly overpowered me and pulled me towards him and then powerfully swung me over his knee. I started kicking and screaming as he held me down, pressing my stomach onto his muscled thighs. 

"Let me go now James," I demanded. "You don't have the right to........"

My words were interrupted as I felt a stinging pain on my ass as he brought his open hand down on my cheek. A loud smacking sound echoed throughout the suite. I cried out and tensed up just as another blow landed on my other cheek. I kicked and screamed and howled in pain as he brought his hand down on my ass over and over.

"You're going to learn which one of us is in charge in this relationship Melanie," he said calmly, as his hand continued to rain down on my ass. 

The slapping sounds echoed throughout the suite and I knew from experience that my ass was turning a dark shade of crimson red.

By the tenth whack I had stopped kicking and screaming and I felt his hard cock press against my stomach. I laid on his lap motionless as his open hand rained down mercilessly on my ass over and over. I felt the tears pouring out of my eyes as he continued to relentlessly punish me. All of my senses were heightened and it was as if I could feel every nerve ending in my body. My desperate cries turned into soft moans until the only thing left for me to do was concentrate on his hand fiercely meeting my ass. I quickly lost count of the whacks as my body went limp over his and I stopped fighting him and accepted his control over me. 

As quickly as the spanking began, it abruptly stopped. He must have given me between forty to fifty whacks with his hand and my ass had long gone numb. I lay motionless on his lap, softly crying and whimpering as he began to speak.

"Who do you belong to Melanie?"

Only a few seconds passed between his words and mine. 

"I belong to you James," I said, between soft muffled whimpers, my voice barely above a whisper.

I grunted as he roughly shoved two fingers inside my soaked pussy.

"Who does this belong to?" He said, slowly, methodically.

"It's yours," I said, whispering.

He roughly shoved his fingers in me deeper and harder, making me cry out. 

"What's mine Melanie?" he said, in a slow, menacing tone.

"My pussy, it's... it's... yours James...." I said, whimpering.

He extracted his wet fingers from inside my vagina and rubbed them over my anus, causing me to shiver and tense up. 

"Who owns this Melanie?" He said in a low, husky tone.

"You do," I said, in a low voice that I'm sure he had to strain to hear. 

"WHO'S IS THIS?" he said, in an angry voice, as I felt his finger slipped partially into my rectum, causing me to tense up.

"My ass is yours James," I said, in a mortifying, embarrassed tone.

James then slapped my face, causing me to let out a humiliating moan as I felt him push his finger a bit deeper into my rectum causing me to cry out in intense pain.

"Who owns that slutty mouth of yours, Melanie?"

"You do James," I said softly, in a mortified tone. 

I felt completely humiliated and broken. I felt the power and complete control he had over me. Amazingly, I wasn't scared or apprehensive. A calm and peace came over me that I hadn't felt since childhood. In the midst of this incredible upheaval that was taking place, the world felt right. 

"Let's get one thing clear right now Melanie so you have no allusions and there are no misunderstandings. I buy you things and do nice things for you for one reason and one reason only: Because I want to, and because I can. Do you understand that?"

"Yes, I understand James," I said softly.

"I am in control here and I run things, do you understand that Melanie?" 

"Yes, I understand James," I said in a voice barely above a whisper.

"When I tell you to do something, no matter what it is, you will do it, without hesitation, and without question, and do you understand that?" 

"Yes, I understand James," I said softly.

He stood up and threw me face down onto the bed. He grabbed my ankles and roughly pulled me back until my long legs were dangling off the bed. I cried out as he roughly pulled my red ass cheeks apart, fully exposing myself to him. He reached over to the nightstand and opened up the drawer and pulled out a small tube of liquid. 

I watched over my shoulder as he silently removed the lid and squirted a large dollop of the tube's contents on my rectum. I moaned softly, as the cold content of the tube was a stark juxtaposition to my burning red ass. I grabbed the sheets tightly with both hands as he slowly worked the cool liquid into my asshole as my whole body tightened up. 

"Relax," he growled. 

I took a deep breath and tried to release the tension in my body as I felt his finger slide in and stop at the knuckle, and then, with a little gentle prodding, I gasped as he worked his finger past the tight ring as it slipped the rest of the way inside of me.

He paused for a few moments, letting me get used to the feeling of having his finger inside such a forbidden place. Then slowly, he eased it in and out for a few minutes, until he could work his finger in and out with relative ease.

I then felt him add a second finger. The pain was sharp and immediate as I cried out. Again, he went slowly, allowing me to adjust to this new experience. Very slowly he worked both of his fingers in until I could feel them buried deep inside of my rectum. Again, he let me adjust to this new sensation. After several moments he began slowly working his fingers in and out of me at what must have been a snail's pace, but definitely didn't feel like it to me. I buried my head into the blankets as the intense burning and pain was replaced by a feeling of hot pleasure. He moved his fingers in and out of me for several minutes until he was able to extend and then retract them in and out of my body with relative ease.

Suddenly, I felt his fingers slip out. Startled, I looked behind my shoulder just in time to see him squirt almost all of the remaining contents of the tube onto his shaft and then use his hand to rub it over his thick cock until it was shiny. He then held the tube over his cock and worked the last few drops out of the tube and onto his large bulbous head. 

In a low, husky voice he said, "Spread your ass cheeks apart Melanie." 

Nervously, I obeyed his command and very gingerly placed my hands on my burning red ass cheeks and very slowly pulled them apart, exposing my asshole to him.

He slid forward and I could feel the head of his cock touch my anus as I shivered and tensed up. 

"This is going to happen Melanie, one way or another," he said in a low growl. "However, it will be much more pleasurable for you if you relax and don't fight it." 

I took a deep breath and tried to relax and release the tension from my body. I felt a sharp pain surge through my body as he pushed the head of his cock against my anus. I cried out as he pushed harder as I felt it pop inside my body. 

I started to breathe deeply in and out as I felt him gently push forward as the head of his cock reached the tight ring in my rectum as his progress was thwarted. I kept panting, trying to relax as I felt him push forward slowly and I gasped and cried out as the head of his cock sunk deeper inside of me. He took it slow, letting me adjust and get used to the feeling and slowly and methodically worked more of his cock into my rectum. 

My ass burned and the pain was so intense. I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to take it. I kept breathing deeper as I gripped the sheets until my knuckles were white. He continued to push deeper and make progress until I felt his balls rest against my ass and I knew he was all way inside of me. I cried out, partly from a sense of relief, thankful that he wasn't any larger than what he was, but also I felt a sense of pride because I was able to take the pain and give him what he wanted.

I had never felt anything like this before. I felt so full. A finger or a tongue was nothing compared to this. Thankfully, he was motionless and let me adjust to the feeling of having him there. 

He then slowly started to move his hips backwards, I cried out at the surge of pain from his movement. Just as I thought he went too far backwards and his cock would pop out, he gently moved forward and I gasped as the sharp pain and burning returned. I buried my head back in the pillow and gripped the sheets hard again as he moved agonizingly slow in and out of me. 

Tears started to form in my eyes, the pain was just too much, I wanted this to be over, and I just couldn't take it. I wanted to give him this, something I'd never given any other man, but he was asking too much, he just couldn't ask this of me. I started to panic... then.... suddenly.... 

The intense pain and burning almost miraculously went away. It was replaced by a feeling of intense pleasure and accomplishment. I had gotten through it!!! I had done it!!!

All at once an erotic feeling came over me. What we were doing was so forbidden, so naughty, it made the whole experience that much more intense. 

James was still moving at an agonizingly slow pace, because I knew he didn't want to hurt me. He was such a harsh, demanding, dominant man. But, he had been putting my need of comfort above his need of pleasure. I knew he did care about my feelings, maybe in his own way though.

I reached behind and rubbed his leg gently and said, "James, I'm ok, just a little bit faster."

He smiled at me and said, "Ok Melanie, but we need to keep it slow for a bit. I want to make sure you are used to this."

I felt him very slowly increase the pace and I instantly felt a surge of pleasure. His cock felt so big, God, this felt so good. I tried to let him control the pace, but I couldn't. I had to have more of this intense feeling. 

I leaned back and began to meet his thrusts as our bodies slapped softly together. I think my movement surprised him. He slowly picked up the pace even more and a rush of pleasure surged through my body. I was tempted to rub my clit, but I resisted the urge. I wanted to try to reach orgasm without touching myself. I very gently squeezed the muscles in my ass and I heard James groan, obviously increasing the sensations he was feeling. That added pleasure instantly sent me over the edge and I cried out and my entire body shook as the waves of my orgasm washed over me. 

Thankfully James didn't orgasm as he continued to fuck me through mine as my senses returned. This was so intense and so nasty, and I was incredibly happy that this ride wasn't over yet. Every few seconds I'd squeeze the muscles in my bottom just to tease him a bit and each time I did I could feel him tense up and I could hear him gasp. After a few times, he realized what I was doing. 

"You're just a wanton little minx, aren't you?" he said, smiling at me.

His gentle chiding spurned me on and I began pushing back against him hard, meeting his thrusts. Once he saw that he wasn't hurting me, the gloves came off. I felt his hands on my hips and he began to use my body for extra leverage, just has he had always done during vaginal intercourse. 

I felt him pick up the pace, and he began slamming into me hard, and I felt the increased pain from his thrusts. I tried to squeeze him again, but his thickness made that too painful. That was an advanced move that I wasn't ready for, I thought. As he continued to thrust in and out of me, I felt the friction from our bodies touching my freshly spanked ass. I felt incredible pleasure from the very intense sex we were having mixed with the pain of him rubbing against my bottom and soon I felt another orgasm rapidly approaching.

As the onset of my orgasm approached, I felt him tense up and for a moment I thought we'd orgasm together, but then I felt him slow down and he was able to hold his off as my body tingled and exploded in the waves of my release. I buried my head in the pillow and moaned loudly as my orgasm rocked my body and I shook uncontrollably. 

I had amazing orgasms with James during vaginal intercourse, but they seemed so much more powerful and intense during anal sex. I had been curious about anal sex for a long time. Of course the boys I dated in high school all of them wanted me to let them try it, but I refused. I was afraid of the pain, and maybe it was just too intimate of an act to try with someone that I didn't fully trust. I was so happy now that I had waited and gave the last of my virginity to James. 

As I recovered from my orgasm I could feel James slowly moving in and out of me. He had waited until he knew I had regained control before he started pounding me hard again. I moaned and gasped feeling his powerful thrusts. There was nothing gentle about the sex we were having now. It was hot, raw, nasty fucking and every nerve ending in my body felt like it was on fire. The harder he slammed me the more I pushed back against him taking every bit of it. There was pain from his hard trusting, but also a different and very intense pleasure that I had never felt before.

I was gasping, the pleasure was intense, I was couldn't seem to catch my breath. 

Almost subconsciously I uttered, "Yeah, just like that, fuck me harder, I want to really feel it James." 

He continued to pound me extremely hard and I felt his hand move off of my thigh and he brought it down hard on my freshly spanked red ass. I screamed out in pain as I felt him start to tense up and I felt his hot cum squirting deep in my bowels. Just as he reached orgasm I slid my hand down between my legs and rubbed my clit which instantly sent me over the edge. 

My orgasm was so intense I passed out for a few seconds. When I regained consciousness I was flat on my stomach with James on top of me and both of us were gasping for breath. After a minute or so I felt his cock start to soften and it slipped out of my ass as he rolled beside me and pulled me up to him as we spooned tight.

As James held me my mind was whirling at the speed of light and I struggled to make sense out of the emotions I was feeling. I always knew that James was controlling and dominant. As I recalled our time together I realized I knew full well the type of man he was, and I wasn't put off by it. In fact, it was exactly the opposite: It was why I felt such a strong attraction to him. No matter what situation we were in, he had it under control there was a certain type of liberation I felt by giving that power to him. 

I knew I didn't have all of the pieces of the puzzle yet, but some of them were starting to finally fit together. I had finally found a man that was strong enough to take control of me and call me on some my bullshit. 

I was snapped out of my deep thoughts as I felt James' cock inadvertently rub up against my freshly spanked red ass causing me to slightly moan in pain. My stinging ass was an instant reminder of what happened when I tried to match wills with him and there wasn't a doubt in my mind that the minute I crossed him I would be over his knee again. 

As I continued to reflect on the afternoon's surreal turn of events, I realized that I had found the very thing that I didn't even know I had been wishing for. It also instantly reminded me of the old adage, be careful what you wish for because you just might get it. 



Meeting James Ch. 06



Author's Note: 

I want to thank everyone who has supported me and read my work and offered their critiques. 

Also, even though he didn't want recognition, I would like to thank Pete for his tireless editing effort. You are making me a better writer and I appreciate it. Viva Le France! 

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My eyes started to open as the fog began to lift. I looked around, confused by my surroundings and I fought through the grogginess. It started to make sense now, I had fallen asleep. Slowly, the events of the afternoon started to play back in my mind. Our wonderful reunion sex, revealing my embarrassing childhood spankings, our fight, OH MY GOD... the spanking James gave me, and even worse than that, we had anal sex. 

How mortifying, I thought. My first instinct was to try to find my clothes so I could sneak out. No, I can't do that, I have to talk to James and we have to work this out. There has to be some resolution to this line that we crossed so everything can go back to normal. 

I lifted my head up off the huge pillow and saw James staring at me. He was sitting down at a small round Victorian style table that was in the corner of the master bedroom and was slowly sipping some type of alcoholic beverage. He must have been watching me sleep, because I could tell he was wide awake and he must not have fallen asleep like I did. He was wearing one of the bath robes that I saw hanging in 'his' bathroom attached to the master bedroom. I looked at the bedside clock, it was almost five in the afternoon and I was surprised that I had slept that long. 

Gianna and I stayed up pretty late the night before, having sex, because we knew we wouldn't see each other for a couple of days, but my long nap had a lot less to do with the night before and a lot more to do with the traumatic afternoon I had with James. 

I felt fine before I went to sleep, so what had changed that made me feel so self conscious now? 

He finally spoke and his voice startled me. 

"Why don't you come over here and sit down so we can talk," he said, in a low tone. 

The tension was thick. I hated that I felt tense around him. It shouldn't be like this, it can't be like this, I thought. Why did I feel so unsure of myself? 

I began to speak hesitantly. 

"May I use the bathroom first?" I said, as if I was verbally walking on eggshells. 

"Of course," he said, giving me a puzzled look. 

For whatever reason, my first instinct was to use the sheet to cover up. A huge portion of the time I had spent with James I wasn't wearing clothes and he had seen me naked more times than I could count. Why did I feel the need to cover up? 

I started to slide across the bed and instantly lifted my ass up off the sheets. The painful result of our earlier battle of wills wasn't lost on my very well spanked ass. 

As I got to my feet and took my first step, I felt some pain and it reminded me of the morning that I had worked out while James had slept, only this felt a whole lot worse. The rough anal sex that we had earlier was coming back to haunt me I thought. 

I walked naked across the bedroom with my eyes on the floor. I could feel James' eyes on me as I entered the 'hers' bathroom. Once I was done using the toilet, I turned around, away from the mirror, and looked over my shoulder. Thankfully some of the redness was going away, but I could still see some of James' hand prints on my ass. I shook my head in disbelief. What did I let him do to me? 

I felt like a disgusting mess. He had come in me twice and I wanted to take a shower so bad. Should I make him wait by showering? What if he got upset? I felt tears start to form in my eyes and I quickly wiped them away. I felt like an emotional wreck, but there was no way I was going to let him see me cry. 

I put on one of the bath robes and hesitantly stepped out into the master bedroom. James' eyes met mine as I sheepishly walked towards him. 

"Are you ok?" 

I could hear the concern in his voice. 

"I'm ok," I said quietly, as I looked down, unable to look him in the eyes. 

"I can feel your apprehension Melanie and we need to talk about what happened," he said. 

"Ok." I said, still looking down. 

"Can you tell me how this started?" he said. 

Thank you James, I thought sarcastically. The last thing I want to do, is play back the events of the afternoon in my mind and then make myself even more uncomfortable by talking to you about them. 

I paused for a moment, then spoke, "I called you a name and then you spanked me." I said softly, looking into his eyes. 

"No Melanie. You told me about your childhood and the discipline that you received from your father, and I made the comment that you were submissive," he said slowly. 

"No James, that's not true, I..." 

I thought about it for a few seconds. Oh my God, he's right! 

James continued to speak slowly, as if emphasizing every word. 

"There is nothing wrong with being submissive Melanie. Being submissive is what attracted me to you the night we met. I've always had to be in control of everything that goes on around me, it's just who I am, and I have to have people around me who can accept that. We will take things slow, but you have to be willing to bend to my will." 

I looked down, feeling so embarrassed. I didn't even want to admit to myself what I was going to say next, much less to him. 

"The things I like James, like being spanked, it's not normal and I don't know how to process what you did to me, or deal with my feelings that arose when I woke up a few minutes ago," I said honestly. 

"First, we are two consenting adults Melanie. 'Normal' is whatever you and I choose to do together in this room." 

I contemplated his statement as he continued to speak. 

"Second, tell me what you were feeling when you woke up," he said, sipping his drink. 

"I felt uneasy James and unsure of myself. Your hand prints are still on my ass and I'm... I've never been this sore after sex." 

"You'll be fine. It's something you'll get used to, just like regular sex." 

I looked down, embarrassed by his statement. 

"I feel like you are opening up a whole new world for me James and that's exhilarating, but it's also scary," I said softly. 

He looked me in the eye, "Do you trust me?" 

"Yes I do," I said honestly. 

I trusted James from almost the instant that I met him. 

"Then we will be fine," he said. 

"I can introduce you to many new things Melanie. Some of which you will have a say in and we can discuss and find common ground." He paused momentarily before he continued, "Other things will not be negotiable." 

My eyes opened wide at that statement. I trusted him, but, maybe there was some lingering doubt in my mind. 

"Can I ask you something?" I said softly. 

"Of course you can." 

"Can you give me an example of something that's not negotiable?" 

He thought for a moment. 

"Yes, I have a twenty page list that I will print out for you," he said, smiling. 

My mouth curved upwards in a small smile, he could be such a smart ass. 

He thought again for a moment. 

"When we are together Melanie, I don't want you wearing any type of pants or shorts." He paused, then continued, "Aside from your workout attire, you'll wear only dresses and skirts." 

I was ok with this because most of the time, that's the type of clothes I wore anyway and the majority of the clothes he bought me were dresses and skirts, so I just assumed that's what he liked. 

"Also, when we are out, I don't want you wearing any type of panty or thong." 

This one shocked me a bit. I always wore at least a thong under my clothes and when I am on my period, I wear panties. I was apprehensive, but decided not to fight him on this. Not wearing underwear was something I thought I could get used to, and I had a feeling I needed to save my objections for bigger issues, that I knew would be on the horizon. 

"Are you ok so far?" He said sternly. 

"Yes, I can live with that James," I said, still hesitant. 

"For now, the only other example of a non-negotiable item is the removal of your pubic hair." 

My jaw dropped open in shock. Since high school I had trimmed, and I normally had a small 'landing strip' of hair above my vagina. I knew shaving smooth was getting popular, as many of the girls I hooked up with, including Gianna, shaved their pubic hair. I also remembered that my high school girlfriend and I shaved everything a couple of times, just for something different. I wasn't by any means advocating a return to the 1970's style bushes that I saw in my dad's stack of Playboys, that he kept hidden in the back of his closet, but keep it shaved off all the time? 

"You want me to keep it all shaved off?" I said in a horrified tone. 

"No," he said. "Starting next week you'll be going to a dermatologist's office where they use a laser. You'll get between five and seven treatments until nothing grows back." 

I was shocked and barely able to speak. 

"What If I want hair there sometime in the future?" I said, appalled. 

"It's permanent Melanie. I've been told the laser destroys the hair follicles. They are also going to treat the areas around your lips and anus." 

My mouth dropped open in shock. 

"I'll also pay for them to remove the hair on your legs and underarms if you wish, but the removal of the hair around your pussy and ass is not negotiable," he said sternly. 

I thought about his demand for several minutes and I was very apprehensive, but in the end, I relented. For whatever reason, he needed this from me to be happy and as he had been so generous with me financially, I felt that I didn't have the right to fight him on this. 

"Are you ok with that Melanie?" 

"Yes," I said softly. 

He looked at me approvingly as I stood up from the table. 

"Would you like a bottle of water?" I asked. 

"Yes, please," he said. 

I walked to the mini bar and grabbed two bottles of water. On returning to the table, he was dropping ice cubes into his glass and refilling it with some type of whiskey. I handed him the bottle of water and sat down across from him, took a sip of my water and thought for several minutes. 

He took a sip of his whiskey and looked into my eyes and spoke. 

"What are you thinking about?" 

"You said some very cruel things to me earlier," I said, still hesitant, not wanting to make him mad again. 

He didn't say anything for a moment, then, "Some of the things I said earlier were very harsh, but that doesn't make them any less true." 

He paused. 

"What you did concerning your clothes purchases and partying might not have been smart choices, but worse things have been done by college kids," he said smiling. 

I looked up at him and smiled. 

"In many ways you are very mature and I forget that you are only nineteen," he said, "but in other ways you're still a little girl and you don't think about how the decisions you make now, will affect your future." 

I looked down as I thought about what he had said, and the more I thought about it, the more I knew he was right. If I had just sat down and discussed this with him, I would have seen that he was right. Instead, I let my temper get the better of me when he criticized my past behavior. I knew that if I had just remained calm and talked to him like I was now, I would have seen the point he was trying to make. 

He began to speak again which broke me from my thoughts. 

"Also, one thing I told you wasn't true and I want to clear the record." 

I looked into his eyes anxiously waiting for him to continue. 

"I've never seen you use your looks or your body to get what you want. However, once you enter the business world you might want to re-think that philosophy," he said smiling. 

I laughed, thought for a moment and then figured that was as close to an apology as I was going to get from him. When I looked into his eyes, for whatever reason, I instantly thought of my father. 

"When I was a little girl my father told me over and over that beauty is skin deep, but ugly goes clear to the bone," I said softly. 

James laughed, "I think your father is a wise man." 

As we talked, I was feeling so much better that things were returning to normal. 

I continued, "When I'm at a club and a beautiful woman enters the room, she doesn't have to announce to the world that she's beautiful, everyone around her already knows that. She's judged on how she treats people, so I've always tried to be kind to everyone until they give me a reason not to." 

"I know you do Melanie, and that's another thing that attracts me to you. You don't act like most of the beautiful women that I come in contact with, and that's very refreshing," he said softly. 

We both sat silently for a few minutes and enjoyed a comfortable silence together as we finished our drinks. 

Once he had finished his whiskey he looked back into my eyes. 

"Are you ok now with everything that happened this afternoon?" 

I took a deep breath, "Yes I am James," I said quietly. 

"Good, let's get a shower and get something to eat. I have something fun planned for us tonight." 

He took my hand and we walked into the 'his' bathroom and took off our robes. We both stepped into the shower and I watched as he stood under the hot water. 

I took a few seconds to admire his wet body. He must spend so much time in the gym I thought. James was tall and had long muscled limbs and a flat, nearly washboard stomach. He had a full head of salt and pepper hair that was cut short, a very light matting of hair on his chest and just a little hair on his legs. I liked that he trimmed his pubic area, because I hated getting hairs in my mouth. Of course, what I loved most about his physical features was his cock. He had a large, circumcised head and the shaft was long and thick and felt amazing inside me. 

I felt James take my hand and pull me towards him which interrupted my admiration of his body. He pulled me under the water with him and we kissed softly, the warm water rushing over our bodies. 

He broke our kiss and took the luffa, poured body wash on it and began to run it over my body, being extra gentle with my sore bottom, that thankfully, had almost fully recovered from my earlier spanking. He carefully washed my breasts and vagina, as I watched him drinking in my body while he bathed me. 

He stepped back and allowed me to rinse the soap. I curiously watched him grab the body wash and pour some into his hand. I watched as he rubbed the soap onto my strip of pubic hair above my vagina, and I began to realize what he intended to do. He reached for his razor and I apprehensively opened my legs wide and watched as he carefully ran the razor over my small strip of hair until he had removed it completely. Fortunately, I had shaved the small hairs that grew around the lips of my vagina the night before, so he didn't feel it necessary to shave me further. 

He leaned in and kissed me and said, "Thank you for letting me do that Melanie." 

For whatever reason, I could tell how important it was to him that I not have any pubic hair and more than anything, I wanted to please him and make him happy. 

"You're welcome, James," I said. 

It was my turn then to take the luffa and pouring body wash on it, began bathing him. As he turned to wash the soap from his body, I noticed that my gentle scrubbing had caused his cock to grow semi-erect. I saw too that he was watching me, watch his growing erection. He smiled at me and I instantly knew what he wanted. 

I squatted in front of him and put a hand on his muscled thigh to steady myself, because I didn't want to fall due to the slick shower floor. I used my other hand to grasp him and gentle pull back and forth. After only after a couple of strokes, he was fully hard and a large drop of pre-cum had already begun to form on the head. 

I extended my tongue and ran it up through the slit, tasting the dollop of clear fluid that had dripped out of the head of his cock. It reminded me of how much I missed having him in my mouth. I felt him scoot back against the wall to steady himself, as the warm water of the shower poured over us. He gasped as I took him into my mouth and slowly began to work him in and out. 

I felt his hands start to gently run through my wet hair as I worked him in deeper, feeling the head of his cock touch the back of my throat and slide a little way down. I relaxed my throat and worked him the rest of the way in until I had him all the way to the root and my lips were touching his body. I looked up at him and he was looking down at me in amazement. Every now and then, it was fun to show off a little bit. 

I worked him back out of my mouth. His cock was wet and shiny with my saliva, until the hot water from the shower washed his cock clean. I took him in my hand and gentle moved his cock forward until the head touched his stomach. He groaned as I licked up and down the large veins with the tip of my tongue. His large testicles swung back and forth gently with the movement of my mouth and I had to give them some attention as well. 

I took one of his large balls in my mouth and gently rolled it around on my tongue, as I listened to his low moans of pleasure. I slowly let it roll out of my mouth and replaced it with the other. James was moaning loudly now and I could see the pre-cum drip freely out of the head of his cock as I looked up at him, but his eyes were closed, as if he was off in another world. 

I let the other ball drop out of my mouth and slowly licked over the head hearing a low moan escape his lips. I began to work his cock in and out of my mouth quicker and I could feel him start to tense up. I locked my lips around the head of his cock and stopped moving, letting him control the pace. His hips started to buck in short hard thrusts and soon I felt splashes of his hot cum hit the back of my throat. My mouth began to fill up and I had to swallow several times to get it all down. When I could tell he was starting to recover, I let his cock pop out of my mouth and gently licked around the head to clean the remaining semen that I missed. 

After I had washed his cock again we exited the shower and leisurely dried each other off. 

"I need to look through my garment bag and figure out what I want to wear," I said, remembering that it was still by the front door. 

"Why don't you look in your walk-in closet, I'm sure you will be able to find something in there," he said jovially. 

I gave him a perplexed look until I realized that he must have bought me more clothes. Then a grin spread across my face. 

He smiled at me and then continued combing his hair. 

I walked into the master bedroom, opened the door to the attached walk-in closet and my mouth dropped open in surprise. Of course, I expected to find clothes, but garments similar to ones he had purchased before. Instead, what I saw hanging up in front of me, was definitely much more risqué. 

I began thumbing through the clothes on the rack and realized he had purchased extreme club type clothing and my hands started shaking. The first dress was a glittery plum colored, plunge dress and the neckline was so low that I knew it would expose my navel and much of my breasts when I wore it. The next dress was a strapless, wet look, black vinyl, mini dress. It looked so small, how would this fit me I thought? I answered my own question when I pulled on it and it stretched. Oh my God, I thought, this will hug my body like a second skin. The next dress was a black matte, halter dress, with a plunging neckline that would come down several inches below my breasts. The next was a red, spaghetti strap, halter dress, that also had a plunging neckline and the back was exposed except for a small amount of material, which looked like it would barely cover my ass. 




Meeting James Ch. 06



Flipping through each dress I could see that they all had one thing in common, each was very low cut and very short. There were some differences, some of them had see through mesh and see through lace around the stomach and back areas, but all of them showed so much skin. How could I wear these anywhere I thought? I had some very revealing club clothes, but nothing like this. When I shopped for club attire, I always passed on dresses like these. The only type of girl that would wear these dresses was... 

I jumped as James gently touched my shoulder. 

"What do you think?" he asked casually. 

I stammered, "J-J-James... I, I, d-d-don't know if I can wear these," I replied, barely above a whisper. 

"You can wear them," he said nonchalantly, "and you will." 

He reached into the center of the dresses hanging on the rack and seemed to pick one at random and handed it to me. 

"This one is my favorite, and you'll wear it tonight," he said matter-of-factly, looking into my eyes. 

It wasn't a threatening, or even a cold stare that he gave me, but, it was the end of the discussion. He smiled at me again and then turned and walked away to finish getting ready. 

The words he spoke earlier instantly came back to me, "You have to be willing to bend to my will." 

I knew that the next time he saw me I was either going to have that dress on, or there would be a round two of me going over his knee. I very quickly chose the dress. 

I hung the dress back up and walked into the bathroom. I blow-dried my hair and began styling it. I put my long blonde locks up in a very elegant style, remembering how much he loved it last month at the 'Paris'. After I was done with my hair, I began to apply my make-up. I was meticulously checking my look in the mirror over and over, until I knew it was perfect and I realized that any further delay was just a stalling tactic. 

I let out a deep sigh and walked back into the closet and pulled "his favorite" dress off the rack and looked it over. It was a black, satin, corset dress, which was low cut, but thankfully covered most of my breasts. The back of the dress had laces from top to bottom like a corset, hence the name. I squeezed into it and was able to reach around to the back and loosely tie the laces. As I looked in the mirror, I tried to remain calm, gently pulling the hem of the satin material lower as if trying to make more of it appear somehow. Oh my God, it's so short, maybe a couple of inches below my ass cheeks. This is something you wear in the bedroom I thought, not for an evening out. 

I picked out a pair of black pumps that he had bought for me last month and put them on, completing this, do I call it 'a look'? I wasn't wearing a thong and the dress wasn't made to be worn with a bra which made me feel even more naked. I looked at the mirror in the closet one more time. I shook my head in disbelief and I felt as if I might cry at any moment. I looked like I should be picked up by my pimp and delivered to the street corner. I had seen other girls in the clubs wear clothes like this, but I had never been brave enough to, until tonight I thought. But my motivation for wearing this dress wasn't exactly bravery. 

Very hesitantly, I walked out of the closet and into the great room of the suite. James was sitting on the couch and instantly looked up at me, drinking me in. He gave me a huge smile. 

"Melanie, you look beautiful," he said, gushing. 

I tried to force a smile. It made me feel a bit better, because I could tell he was happy and he approved of the way I looked. 

He spoke slowly, as he studied the dress. 

"Something not quite right though. Come here and turn around," he said. 

I walked over to him, my heels clicking on the marble floor. Once I was in front of him, I turned around and felt him untie the black strings on the back of the dress and then pull on them hard, cinching the entire dress up tight. I immediately felt the satin material hug my body, pushing my breasts out and pulling my stomach and sides in, giving me an hour glass look. 

I saw my reflection in the window and my jaw dropped open as I let out a gasp. 

"That is perfect, you look stunning Melanie," he said, as he examined me from head to toe all over again. 

Again, I tried to force a smile, "Now that I have my corset on, I just need to go find a dress to put on over it," I said sheepishly. 

He laughed at my little joke, "Nonsense, it looks perfect, now let's go." 

I wanted a couple of shots of James' whiskey before we left, to settle my nerves, but decided against it. I just quickly put the dress out of my mind and tried to act confident, even though I clearly didn't feel it. I tried to get my mind off the little dress by concentrating on what James was wearing. 

He was in a black, pair of slacks with a pressed, white shirt. He also wore a black, sports coat, without a tie, which gave him a casual, yet formal appearance. I could tell that he had his clothes tailor made and he looked impeccable. His salt and pepper hair was combed back and I could smell just a hint of light cologne. He always looked so handsome and seeing him all cleaned up and ready for an evening on the town made me want him all over again. 

I tried to forget about my nervousness and trepidation as we walked through the casino. James had his arm around me pulling me tight against him and aside from the dress, my world felt perfect. The more time I spent with him, the more I realized how much I had missed him during the month that we were apart. I had tried so hard to forget about him and concentrate on my school work and my burgeoning relationship with Gianna, but once we were back together, those romantic feelings that I had tried so hard to suppress, were coming back with a vengeance. 

It also felt like something had changed after he had spanked me and I tried so hard to identify that feeling. It was as if there was a connection that had been created that wasn't there before. It was similar to what I felt in my childhood with my father, except, there was an obvious sexual component now. Maybe my friend Samantha was right, and I was trying to work out my daddy issues with James. 

We reached the valet stand and James approached the window so the attendant could retrieve his vehicle. As he walked back up to me, I smiled brightly at him. His short salt and pepper hair was blowing a bit in the gentle breeze. He looked so handsome and I was so happy to be at his side. 

"Are you having them bring around your shiny convertible sports car," I said, gently teasing him. 

He chuckled. 

"Actually I took a page out of your playbook and rented an SUV for this trip, but we aren't taking that tonight." 

I gave him a puzzled look. 

"I have arranged alternate transportation for this evening," he said, smiling. 

Just then a large black limousine pulled up in front of us. My jaw dropped in shock as James smiled at me, I could see that he was feeling impressed with himself. 

A large African American man stepped out of the limo and walked around to the back and opened the door for us. He was very tall, well-muscled and dressed immaculately in a black suit and tie. He looked more like a bodyguard than a driver. 

"Good evening Mr. Moretti," he said in a deep, gravelly voice. 

"Good evening," James replied to the driver. 

I smiled at James as he extended his arm, motioning for me to enter the limo first. 

I slid into the back of the limo and sank down into the luxurious leather seats. I felt James slide in next to me and I adjusted my dress by pulling it down the best I could, to cover a small portion of my tanned thighs. This dress was so short I thought. I was used to wearing revealing club clothing, but this dress rivaled most of my club wear in the skin that it exposed. I felt comfortable when I was standing up or walking, but when I sat down, it rode high up my thighs and it made me feel very self-conscious, especially since I wasn't wearing a thong. 

I felt the limo lean slightly to the left as our driver got into his seat. He then turned and looked over his shoulder at James. 

"We'll arrive at our destination in about twenty minutes Mr. Moretti." 

"Thank you," James said. 

I watched as the driver raised the glass partition that separated the front seat from the back, giving us privacy. I surveyed the inside of the limo. It had black leather seats and deep, cut pile, carpeting on the floorboards. The black interior was broken up by a mahogany wood finish and there was even a fully stocked bar in front and to the left, of where I was sitting. 

The only other time I had been in a limo was my senior year in high school when my boyfriend's parents had rented one to drive us around on the evening of our senior prom. As I felt James close beside me, I thought this limo had to be twice as luxurious as that one. 

The car pulled forward and in just a couple of minutes we were driving north down the Las Vegas strip. 

I felt James' hand rest on my thigh. I smiled at him and then looked out the window at the hordes of people walking on the sidewalks from casino to casino. It always amazed me how the bright flashing lights turned the night into day, as I saw the seemingly endless flashing casino billboards advertising everything from the various gaming that was offered, to the headlining acts that were performing inside. 

After a short drive we were in the historic downtown district and we pulled up in front of the 'Carson Kitchen'. I remembered reading about it in the latest issue of one of the local food magazines. It said it was supposed to be the hottest new Gastropub in town. 

I felt the limo come to a stop and the driver walked around and opened the door for us. James and I stepped out onto the sidewalk. I looked off to the distance and noticed my large apartment building a few blocks away and I instantly thought of Gianna, who was probably inside my apartment. I smiled to myself as I thought of her. 

James put his arm around me and pulled me against him, which instantly brought me back to reality. I noticed that there was a fairly large line of people on the sidewalk near the entrance of the restaurant apparently waiting their turn to get a table. 

James saw the look of disappointment in my eyes as I surveyed the long line, thinking that we were in for at least an hour's wait. Just then a man in a very dapper pin-striped suit appeared from inside the restaurant and walked towards James with a huge grin on his face. They instantly shook hands as they happily greeted one another. 

"James, how have you been?" he asked warmly. 

"I'm doing fine Mike. I'd ask how you are, but I can see from the long line that things must be going very well for you," James said smiling. 

"We got a couple of very favorable reviews from some local magazines since our grand opening and the place has been packed ever since, I feel very fortunate." 

"Congratulations, I knew this place was going to be success, but I obviously underestimated the degree," James said jokingly. 

Just then Mike turned to look at me which changed the course of their conversation. 

"And just who is this lovely young woman," Mike said, smiling at me. 

"Mike, this is Melanie," James said, introducing us. 

We both simultaneously extended our hands and I felt Mike shake mine warmly. 

"It's a pleasure to meet you Melanie," he said, as his eyes locked onto mine. 

"It's very nice to meet you too Mike," I said, smiling back at him. 

"I hope both of you are hungry," Mike said, as he released my hand and turned back to James. "If you'll follow me I'll show you to your table." 

I noticed the look of disgust on a few of the people's faces who were waiting as we cut the line and walked into the restaurant, my heels instantly starting to click on the beautiful brown ceramic tiles. The pub had a modern, yet rustic look. The walls were mainly brick, broken up by wood columns and the ceiling had large wooden planks giving it a bucolic, unfinished look, which added to the chic, modern charm of the restaurant. 

Mike sat us at our table and then told James that if there was anything that he needed, to just ask for him. 

I looked at James and smiled at him across the table. 

"You didn't really think we were going to wait in that line did you?" he said sardonically, returning my smile. 

"Of course not," I said, as he reached out across the table and took my hand affectionately. 

I looked around, surveying the packed restaurant. It was a very young crowd that looked to be mostly college-aged kids, who were probably a mix of locals and tourists I thought. There was an amazing vibe to the place; the restaurant felt fresh and hip, exactly how the article I read described it. 

Because it was a younger crowd of people my age, I felt very comfortable, and the majority of the women were dressed like me wearing short, sexy evening-wear style dresses, so I didn't stand out the way I did in James' restaurant in Summerlin last month. I surmised that the majority of the patrons in this restaurant were eating dinner and getting a few drinks before they headed out to the clubs and bars on the strip. 

After the waitress took our order, James asked, "So what do you think of the place?" 

"I really like it, and Mike was very nice," I said enthusiastically. 

"He's a good guy, I met him when I was in college and he's done very well for himself. He has two other restaurants here in Las Vegas, and another in San Diego," James said, as he intently surveyed our surroundings. 

"I get the feeling this isn't a purely social evening out," I said smiling. 

James returned my smile, "No it isn't," he said, matter-of-factly. "My business partner and I are going to open a Gastropub in West Hollywood and Mike's is so successful, I wanted to see this place for myself so I could size it up and maybe get a few ideas." 

"I didn't know you had a business partner," I said, sipping my wine. 

"I own all of my restaurants outright except the two that I own with my partner," he said thoughtfully. These types of trendy restaurants, like Gastropubs, are much more risky and less likely to return a steady profit. However, when they are done right, they can be very lucrative. Because they are so risky, it makes better business sense to share that risk with someone, hence my partner." 

He was so smart and business savvy. Intelligence was a huge turn on for me, and James had that in spades. 

Our conversation was momentarily put on hold as our server brought us our dinner. I had ordered a chicken sandwich which came with a small side salad and James had ordered a steak sandwich with a baked potato instead of fries. 

The food was delicious and we continued our conversation while we ate. We talked about my classes and his restaurants. The more he talked about his restaurants in Los Angeles, the more I thought of how much I missed my family there. 

I have three older brothers. My oldest brother's wife was pregnant with their second child and my second oldest brother had told me a few days before that his wife was pregnant with their first child. 

My two oldest brothers were very stable, both had wives and were starting families, but my youngest brother was a much different story. He was the classic 'pretty boy' and very few women could say no to him, including a lot of my friends in high school that he had bedded. I teased him constantly, telling him that he was a man-whore and an affront to all women. 

Even though we traded barbs constantly, I loved him dearly and I was closer to him than my other two brothers. I knew all of his secrets and unlike the rest of my family, he knew all of mine. And in truth, we were much more alike than I cared to admit. We both constantly bed hopped with women and we seemed to refuse to settle down with anyone. However, maybe Gianna was changing that for me I thought. 

My thoughts then turned to my father. We spoke at least twice a week and I knew how much he missed me and wanted me to come home and visit more, but it seemed like my absence from him couldn't be helped. My mom and I could barely be in the same room with each other most of the time, much less be civil and hold a normal adult conversation. It was just easier to stay away than see her and fight constantly. Unfortunately, that kept me from seeing the rest of my family. 

Just as we had finished eating, Mike came to our table and asked us how our dinner was. We both agreed that the food was delicious and James teased Mike about attempting to steal his chef. Once we had finished eating, James paid the check, bid good-bye to Mike and we started to make our way towards the door. 

As we were walking, James very roughly and possessively pulled me towards him until it felt that he was crushing me against his body. At first I wasn't sure why he pulled me to him, then l I noticed that a lot of the young college-aged guys at the bar were staring at me as we were walking through the restaurant towards the front door. I looked straight ahead, ignoring their lustful gawking, until we had exited the restaurant. 

As soon as the driver saw us, he immediately got out of the limo and walked around to open the door for us. James and I slid into the back seat and James' instantly put his hand on my leg while I tried to pull the hem of my dress down, in an attempt to cover some of the acres of thigh that was being revealed. 

James looked at me thoughtfully. 

"Did that bother you?" he asked. 

I knew exactly what he was referring to, but I decided to tease him a bit. 

"Did what bother me?" I deadpanned back, keeping a straight face. 

"The men in the bar," James said, looking at me incredulously. 

"I didn't notice them, what were they doing?" 

"They were very blatantly checking you out Melanie," he said, in amazement. 

"They were checking you out James, not me," I said, giving him a stone cold look, "we have a very active gay community here in Las Vegas and you have a really nice ass." 

His eyes got wide as he looked into mine. I could no longer keep up the charade and broke out in a fit of laugher. James shook his head and smiled at me. 

"Any more of that young lady and I'll put you over my knee right here in the back of this car," he said, smiling, as he leaned in and gave me a passionate kiss. 

These were the moments that I missed the most during our month apart, when we laughed and joked and it felt like we were a real couple. He made it so hard for me to keep an emotional distance. 

I thought for a moment, focusing on his original question. 

"It doesn't bother me, the way they look at me," I said seriously, "especially when I'm wearing a dress like this, I think it's almost to be expected. It's fairly easy to ignore the looks, but the catcalls from drunken guys in the clubs, that can be a little more difficult to handle." 

He looked at me, deep in thought. 

I looked into his eyes and thought about this complex man who at times was so mystifying to me. 

I wanted so badly to ask him, how did it make you feel as they gawked at me? Why did you crush me against you when they looked at me the way they did? You made me put on this dress, did you think they wouldn't look? Or, was them looking the point? Did it make you jealous? 

I pondered that last question, James jealous? No, that wasn't him. 

Then it dawned on me that the answer wasn't that complicated. He was just being the Alpha-Male. When he pulled me against him, he was just telling the rest of the pack that this one was his; this one was taken, this one was property, this one was owned. 

I felt a tingle between my legs when I came to the realization that like his car, or one of his restaurants, I was his possession. 

We drove for a few more miles in silence. Even though I felt comfortable and relaxed, there was still a bit of tension in the air because I didn't know what James had planned for the rest of the evening. I felt his hand resting gently on my thigh, his gentle touch always seemed to steady me, and give me confidence somehow. 




Meeting James Ch. 06



We pulled onto Industrial Road. It was an area of Las Vegas near the strip, but one I hadn't ever really been to. The name of the road seemed to describe this section of town perfectly, as we drove by small construction companies and rental supply businesses. For being so close to the lavish Las Vegas strip, this area of town looked dank and dirty. I was starting to get an uneasy feeling about where James was taking me until we started to pass by one gentleman's club after the other, which gave away our destination. The limo started to slow down and we pulled into the parking lot of the 'Sapphire Gentleman's Club'. 

I remember hearing guys in the dorms talk about going to strip clubs, but I had never been in one myself. Guys seemed to love going to them and I guess being a woman, I was supposed to hate them. 

I remembered my roommate Rachel, fighting with her boyfriend for three days straight, because he went to a bachelor party in a strip club for one of his friends without telling her and somehow she found out. To be honest, I felt sorry for the poor guy, she yelled at him for a full week and I know he didn't get laid for at least a month. I thought that was a pretty big price to pay to see some breasts. 

I looked outside the limo window to the parking lot which was packed with cars. It was definitely Friday night in Las Vegas. The limo pulled up underneath a large canopy which covered the front door and our driver once again exited the vehicle and walked around to open the door for us. I could hear the music from the moment the limo door was open. It was a sensual, erotic R&B song, perfect for sexy slow grinding on the dance floor, and I could only imagine how the girls inside this club were dancing to it. 

I was trying to be strong, because I wanted to be adventurous, sexy and confident for James, but inside I was terrified. Once out of the limo, I clung to James and I felt his arm wrap securely around me which made me feel better. His strength was giving me confidence. 

We walked inside and were met instantly by a young man who, I was sure, had seen us pull up in the limo. 

"How may I help you Sir?" he asked politely, a professional smile on his face. 

"I'd like a VIP booth and a bottle of your best champagne," James said curtly. 

He positively beamed, delighted that James obviously had money and wasn't afraid to spend it. 

"If you'll follow me Sir, I will seat you and have one of our hostesses bring a bottle of Krug Brut Vintage 1988 to your table," the young man said. 

We entered a large room filled with tables and booths. It was very smoky like any other club and the place just oozed sex. The music was loud and the erotic R&B song I heard from outside was just ending. There was one main stage in the middle of the room and two smaller stages off to each side. Three girls were working the poles, dancing and gyrating and I heard thunderous applause as the song ended. 

We reached our booth, the young man still smiling broadly at James. We both sat down and I slid securely up against him. 

"May I get you anything else Sir?" the young man asked, over the voice of the DJ, who was now talking because the song had ended. 

It must have been because I was experiencing something new, or the nearly naked bodies everywhere, but I felt so uncomfortable and nervous. There were so many men here and so few women. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but this was nothing like the regular clubs that I was used to, where the ratio of men to women was closer to equal. I needed something a bit stronger than champagne to take the edge off. 

"Let's get some water James, and maybe a few shots of Tequila," I whispered in his ear. 

James looked directly at the young man, "I need a bottle of Patron and a couple of bottles of water," he said and handed the young man his credit card. 

"I will have your order brought to your table directly Sir," he said, as he turned and scurried quickly away. 

I again surveyed the scene. Another song started playing; a heavy metal song from the 80's that I remembered my older brothers listened to over and over, when they were growing up. As the singer sung about 'Cherry Pie,' the three girls that were working the poles on the stages were now mingling among the tables and three new girls were up on the stage taking their place. 

I looked at James who was not looking at the nearly naked women, but looking at me. 

"What do you think so far?" he asked. 

"Do the girls ever take off their G-Strings?" 

"Not at this club," he said, matter-of-factly. "Gentleman's Clubs can either serve alcohol, or have the girls dance nude, but not both." 

He thought for a moment. 

"I take that back. One club was grandfathered in when Clark County changed the ordinance." 

He smiled at me softly. 

"Now that I know you prefer to drink alcohol and watch nude girls dance, I'll know where to take you next time around," he said, jokingly. 

I felt my face blush deeply at his comment. He's definitely a smart ass I thought. 

I turned my attention to the main stage as a pretty black girl was grinding and swinging around on the pole. I could see every hungry eye in the crowd of men follow her every move as she elegantly danced in time with the music, while the men near the stage, stuffed money into her G-String, as she mercilessly teased them. 

I also noticed that there were very few other women here besides the dancers. I counted only two other women in the entire club and they appeared to be here with their husbands. 

As I looked around at the rest of the patrons, I really appreciated James getting us a VIP booth. It gave us a bit more privacy than the tables set up on the club floor. We weren't quite as close to the girls on the stage, but it was close enough for me and I was glad we weren't out among the masses of men. 

Just then, a pretty blonde girl carrying a huge tray appeared in front of us and started to gracefully set down our order of drinks onto the table in front of us. 

She was wearing tiny booty shorts and a tank top that looked to be about two sizes too small for her breasts that had very obviously been augmented. I tried not to stare at them, but they looked so oversized for her tiny, petite frame and they looked like they were seconds away from exploding the seams in the little tank top that she was wearing. 

She smiled seductively at James as she passed him the receipt for the credit card and then watched him sign it. James handed back the signed slip of paper and her eyes got big when she read it and then gave him an even bigger smile. 

"I'll be back in a few minutes to check on you," she said sweetly, as she gave me a wink and then sauntered away. 

I smiled at James, "I think you just made a new friend," I said, teasingly. 

"Big tips always make for quick friends in a place like this," he said, returning my smile. 

I thought of making a snide comment like 'James had better keep his skanky new friend away from me', then, I thought better of it. She was only doing her job and I'm sure those balloon sized breasts probably helped her get better tips and make much more money in a place like this. 

James opened up the bottle of champagne and poured it into two flutes, then opened the bottle of Patron and poured us two shots into the small glasses. 

I was feeling much less nervous than I was when we walked in, but still jittery enough to do a shot with James. 

He handed me one of the shot glasses, "Here's to you Melanie, and our fun night ahead," he said cryptically. 

I looked into his eyes trying to figure out what he meant with that toast, but of course, he gave away nothing. I tipped back the shot and felt it burn all the way down to my toes. Instantly, I felt better. 

The song stopped and the DJ began speaking again as the three girls went out into the crowd to mingle with the hoard of men and three new girls manned the poles. 

I picked up the flute and sipped the champagne, it tasted amazing, even better than the Dom Perignon we had at the 'Paris'. I watched as a cute Latina girl swung around acrobatically on the pole, whipping the men in the crowd to a frenzy. Some of the girls were prettier than others, but all of them were so athletic and graceful. They had such toned arms and legs, dancing on that pole must be an amazing workout I thought. 

I looked over at James, and again, he was studying me, not the girls. 

"Are you having a good time?" he asked. 

"I am, this is fun," I replied, as I really did enjoy watching the beautiful girls dance from afar. 

I didn't understand James though. Dozens of nearly naked women were all around us, and it was as if I could feel raw sex dripping out of the walls of this place, so why was James looking at me I wondered. 

Just then an Asian girl in a tiny school-girl uniform approached our table. 

She looked into James' eyes charmingly, "Would you like a lap dance?" 

My mouth dropped open, what the hell is that I thought. 

James smiled back at her, "I'll pass for now, but I know my girlfriend would love one," he said, reaching into his pocket to pull out a twenty dollar bill. 

"James, I don't think I..." 

It was too late. In what seemed like a split second, she had taken the money out of James' hand and was grinding seductively on my thigh. I didn't know what to do, so I just sat there motionless, almost afraid to move, as she rubbed up against me. I looked around and saw that the attention of several guys was now focused on me and this girl, instead of the girls on the stage, which made me even more nervous and apprehensive. 

As she gyrated on me I looked into her eyes and I saw she was scanning the room, looking for the next table to move to after she was done with me. I was instantly put off by that. Originally, she wanted to give James a lap dance, not me, but she wasn't willing to turn down twenty dollars and tell him no. 

Thankfully, about a minute later the song ended. I smiled at her politely and James thanked her as she moved on to a group of guys a couple of tables down. I'm not sure what I expected from my first lap dance, but that sure wasn't the 'be all, end all' experience that the guys talked about in the dorms. 

James looked into my eyes, "What did you think?" he asked. 

"It was ok," I replied. 

"Yeah, I could tell there were no sparks," he said. 

"There doesn't have to be sparks," I said smiling. 

"Of course there does," he said, "I want you to have a good time here." 

"I'm with you James, of course I'm having a good time," I said teasingly. 

That wasn't what he meant, and I knew it. 

We watched several more sets of dancers take the stages and we did a couple more shots, as well as drinking about half the bottle of champagne. I had a really good buzz going from all the alcohol and I felt very loose and comfortable. I would never come to a place like this by myself, or even with my friends, but with James beside me, I felt secure and relaxed. 

During the next half hour we watched more dancers on the stages and James got me another lap dance with some skinny blonde girl, which was a little bit better than with the Asian girl, but nothing to write home about. 

We did two more shots of Patron as the song changed and again the three girls who were dancing, went into the crowd to solicit the men for lap dances. That's where the real money was for them I reasoned, in the lap dances. It took me a bit of time, but I was catching on as to how this game was played between the dancers and the men in the crowd. It was like watching a show on 'Animal Planet' about cheetahs stalking antelopes on the Serengeti Plain. But on this show, the felines were wearing G-Strings as they stalked their prey, and the goal wasn't to make a kill, but to empty a wallet. 

On the main stage, I watched as a beautiful red-headed girl got up to dance. I remembered seeing her earlier as she worked the crowd in a purple G string bikini that she wore under very short, black leather, mini skirt. The purple matched her pale skin tone perfectly. She looked very young and at first I wondered if she was old enough to work at a place like this. She had beautiful long flowing red hair and very large breasts, just as big as, or maybe even a bit bigger, than mine. As she swayed on the pole and removed her bikini top, even from the distance I was observing her, I could tell that that she had natural breasts, not augmented like some of the other dancers. 

I felt hypnotized by the music and the way her beautiful body swayed to the beat of the sensual R&B song the DJ played. It felt so voyeuristic, watching this nearly naked girl dance on stage, as her athletic body swung around the pole. She was wearing clear high heels like the rest of the dancers and the muscles in her thighs and calves rippled with her every movement. The feelings she gave me as I studied her every movement, were so forbidden, so naughty, that I felt mesmerized by her perfect curves. 

Just then, I watched as James motioned over a large security guard, who was standing close to our booth. I noticed earlier that the big man was watching the girls intently, insuring their safety as they went from table to table, working the crowd. 

Once the security guard reached our table, James whispered something in his ear, gave the giant man a fifty dollar bill and he quickly disappeared. I didn't think anything of it and watched the beautiful girl finish her dance. 

I felt loose and relaxed. The alcohol had definitely taken the edge off. I scanned the main stage and saw the red-headed girl pick up the dollar bills that the men had thrown near the pole while she was dancing. She then quickly disappeared behind the stage and I lost sight of her. 

I snuggled up to James after I had re-filled both of our champagne flutes, which emptied the bottle. I reminded myself to take it easy with the tequila now that the champagne was gone. It was too easy to get carried away in the place; the erotic music, the seductive, nearly naked dancers, the alcohol, it was a sensory overload, and like nothing I had ever experienced before. 

As I scanned the room, I spotted the pretty red-headed girl again and saw she was flanked by the large security guard that James had whispered something to, and it looked like they were both walking right towards us! Instantly, I felt butterflies churn in my stomach as I put two and two together; James had paid the security guard to bring her over to our table. 

As she approached our table I got a chance to look at her up close. She had long flowing red hair styled in loose curls. She had put her tight, black leather, mini skirt back on. It was even shorter than my dress, and I knew it couldn't possibly cover her ass cheeks, but I guess in a place like this that's the point. She had also put her purple bikini top back on, that she had removed when she was dancing on the stage. It looked to be just a little too small, as her large breasts poured out of the top and sides and it looked like the thin purple material was straining to hold them in. She was wearing very high, clear plastic heels, maybe four inches tall I guessed, and the muscles in her thighs and calves rippled as she walked. I noticed that her high heels seemed to hoist her ass and made her gait incredibly erotic. She had a flat stomach and from head to toe, there wasn't an ounce of fat on this girl. I studied her face, seeing that she had a very light dusting of freckles, which gave her an adolescent appearance, even though I knew she had to be at least eighteen to work as a dancer. She was even more beautiful up close than when she was dancing on the stage. 

Once she reached the table, she looked directly into my eyes, "Did someone request a lap dance?" she said, smiling at me. 

"I did," I said, responding in a quick loud voice that shocked me. 

James smiled as he slid to the side of the booth, giving her room to operate on me. I noticed the security guard giving James a knowing look, as he returned to his post to keep lookout over the other dancers. 

I opened my legs and pushed the hem of the skirt between them as best I could, not wanting to give the men around us a show of my own. Without getting money from James first, she instantly put her knee between my legs as she started to grind up against me. Her polyester bikini top pushed up against my satin dress as our breasts rubbed together through the thin material. 

She leaned forward and gently rubbed her cheek against mine which sent shivers through my body. The other two girls who gave me lap dances faced away from me the majority of the time, but this girl was facing me, which made for a much more sensual, erotic experience. 

We were cheek to cheek as she ground her body into mine and she began to speak. 

"When Clyde told me that a couple in a VIP booth had requested a dance, I was hoping it was you," she whispered seductively in my ear, in a voice so low I knew James couldn't hear her. 

She was the first dancer out of the three who actually spoke to me. The other two just haphazardly rubbed against me like they were some type of robot. Her speaking to me and acknowledging my presence made it so much more sensual. 

She continued, "I'm Flame, and I saw you watching me as I danced and I hoped I'd get a chance to dance for you." 

I instantly felt embarrassed. Had I watched her so intently that in the crowded room, while she was dancing no less, she noticed me looking at her? 

"I'm Melanie," I said softly, so only she could hear me, "and I love the way you dance," I said, truthfully. 

"You're so graceful," I continued, "like a ballerina," I said honestly. 

"Thank you honey," she said, as she took my earlobe in her mouth and gently sucked on it. 

I gasped, loud enough that I knew James could hear me, making me feel even more embarrassed. 

Then I quickly came to my senses. 

I had watched these girls work the crowd long enough to know they would probably say whatever it took to separate these guys from their money. Was she just saying nice things to me in an attempt to get more money out of James? 

Just then she caught me off guard and softly ground her knee into my pussy and sucked on my earlobe again. I instantly moaned louder than I intended and I could see her smile. Damn this little minx I thought. She was getting to me and even worse, she knew it. Who was the prey now I thought? I'm no more immune to this girl's charms than those guys on the floor near the stage. 

Thankfully the song ended and she pulled away from me. I quickly pulled down the hem of my skirt that was riding dangerously high from her knee rubbing against it. If my dress rode any higher up my thigh, they were going to have to stop selling alcohol I thought. 

James handed her a twenty for the lap dance and I noticed that a lot of the guys in the crowd were watching our booth, as the lap dance she had given me, seemed to be drawing as much attention as the girls who were dancing on the stage. James must have noticed it too. 

"Is there anywhere we can go that's a bit more private, where my girlfriend can get another dance from you?" James asked her. 

"We have private VIP Rooms," she said seductively, "but its $300 an hour." Her voice took on a more hesitant tone when she mentioned the price. 

"I think that's reasonable," James said, smiling at her. 

She gave me a pleased look when James agreed to her terms. 

We stood up and she took my hand, which I had to admit surprised me a bit. 

Every eye in the room felt like it was on us, as she led us up a small flight of stairs, which opened into a small hallway with a large security guard, who looked as if he was standing guard at the entrance. 

Flame looked at James, "You have to pay him first," she said. 

James reached into his pocket and pulled out a large money clip. He peeled $300 out of the clip and handed it to the burly man who counted it. 




Meeting James Ch. 06



"Thank you Sir," he said in a deep voice, "please follow me." 

Flame squeezed my hand as we walked behind the large man. The hallway had ten rooms, and each room had an intricately decorated drape that took the place of the door and could be pulled closed for privacy. Even though the drape made it impossible to see in, I could hear soft music coming from the other rooms. It's for security I thought, if a girl got into trouble in the room, the security guard would hear her and be in there in an instant. I'm glad this place did a good job keeping these girls safe I thought. 

The security guard held the drape open for us and we walked into the room, followed by the blonde cocktail server from earlier, with our bottle of Patron, fresh shot glasses, and our bottles of water that we hadn't even opened yet. It surprised me because it was as if she appeared out of thin air. 

"Can I get you anything else?" the waitress purred sweetly, looking at James. 

James looked at Flame and said, "Would you care for something to drink?" 

She smiled at James and said, "I'd love a bottle of water, thank you." 

James nodded at the big breasted blonde and she scurried away to fetch the water. 

The room wasn't that large, but big enough for us to move around comfortably. It had a booth, a large chair, and a table for drinks. James sat down in the large chair as it provided a perfect view of the booth. 

I let go of Flame's hand, walked over to James and gave him a hard, passionate kiss. He hadn't done very much since we got to the club besides watch me, as I watched the girls dance, and I didn't want him to get bored, or think that I forgot about him. 

Just as I broke the kiss with James, Flame took my hand and playfully pulled me towards the booth. As soon as I was sitting down, she started dancing seductively in front of me and it was as if I had tuned the whole world out and it was just me and her. I watched, mesmerized by her movements, as her body swayed wantonly to the beat. As she danced towards me, I opened my legs so she could move in between them. 

With her body swaying back and forth, she straddled my thigh and started to grind on it. I could feel the heat from her vagina radiating through her little G-String and it drove me crazy with lust. I could feel the moisture on the lips of my vagina and without a thong to catch it, I knew the inside of my thighs were becoming wet. This girl was really getting to me. 

I had watched the guys on the floor all night, as they had gotten lap dances, and they all kept their hands to their sides, so I assumed this was some rule, spoken or unspoken, within the club. I remembered laughing several times as a couple of the guys almost unconsciously lifted their hands yearning for just one small touch, but then caught themselves, and pulled their hands back down lest they incur the wrath of the security guard, who kept a watchful eyes over the girls. It seemed funny at the time, but now that I was the one being teased mercilessly by this beautiful girl, I didn't find it quite as humorous. 

I watched as she reached to her side and unzipped the leather mini skirt, letting it fall down her thighs onto the floor. Then, she reached behind her back and untied her bikini top so that her large breasts fell out of the cups. They looked even more magnificent close up, as they gently swayed back and forth in time with the music. She had such beautiful pale skin that was such an amazing contrast to her stunning pink areolas and nipples. 

Interestingly, I remembered my freshmen year when it was my friend Samantha's birthday and we decided to take her to a comedy club on the strip. I remembered the funniest part of one of the comedian's set was how he said that strip clubs were a form of torture. I remember him saying that when he went to a strip club, he wasn't allowed to touch the girls, and he wasn't allowed to touch himself, and that strip clubs should be used to torment captured terrorists. 

That's exactly how I felt with Flame, because I thought I would need to sit on my hands since that would be the only way I was going to be able to control them and not reach out and touch her. She was masterful at the art of the tease and I was starting to get an inkling of how frustrating it was to have perfection so close, yet for all intents and purposes, unattainable. 

She leaned in and I felt her nipples rub against the satin material of my dress and then the soft pink nubs touch the uncovered skin between my breasts as she teased me. She knew how to use every inch of her body, and I had honestly never seen anything like it, not even in the dance clubs. She leaned in further and took my earlobe in her mouth, gently sucked on it, then seductively pulled it back. Just as she was leaning back, I inadvertently turned my head until our lips momentarily brushed, stunning her as we kissed for a brief micro second. 

When she realized what had happened, I could see the lust instantly fill her eyes and she leaned in and we kissed harder, our tongues beginning to explore each other's mouths. Just as we started to get really into the erotic embrace, the song ended and she pulled away from me, breaking our kiss. 

I could see in her eyes that our kiss, while not unwelcome, startled her. She had momentarily lost control and the end of the song had brought her back to reality, as it seemed she had got lost in the passion of our spontaneous moment. I could only guess that maybe she thought she had let the lap dance get away from her? 

Another song began to play and she purposefully moved towards me as our eyes met. Once she was in front of me she slid a leg on each side of me and lowered herself onto my lap. She moved her body slowly, grinding herself on my thigh, her breasts inches from my face. She then lowered herself until our lips met again in another passionate kiss, initiated by her this time. Our tongues explored each other's mouths, our desire for each other building, as we heatedly kissed. Finally, we broke the kiss, she raised herself up until her large breasts were level with my face, and then she leaned forward and fed her pink nipple into my mouth. I heard a moan escape her lips as I sucked hungrily on the pink nub. She pulled back again and I let her nipple pop out of my mouth. She leaned in again, our lips met in another hard, lustful kiss. We made out for a few more minutes until the song ended, then she sat beside me and took my hand in hers, and we smiled at each other. 

I noticed that James had gotten up out of his seat and walked towards us with two bottles of water. He had opened his, so apparently the blonde cocktail server had brought us another bottle of water and left without me noticing. I glanced at my watch and noticed that our hour with Flame was almost up. 

She had worked me up so much, I just wanted to get back to the hotel room and take all of this sexual frustration out on James. I had been teased so much by this girl, I just wanted release. 

After James handed us the water, he slid the big chair up to the booth until he was sitting a couple of feet in front of us. 

He smiled at both of us and said, "You two look amazing together, and I hope that you enjoyed dancing for Melanie." 

She smiled, "I don't get to dance for women very often, and I really enjoyed our time together, you've both made this evening very exciting for me," she said, blushing slightly. 

James looked at her and smiled confidently, "Speaking of that, neither Melanie nor I want our evening together to end quite yet, would you consider joining us in our room at the Bellagio and spending the night with us?" 

My jaw dropped open as suddenly James' plan became clear. We weren't here to watch girls dance, or for him to watch me get lap dances, we were here to find a girl to take back to our room for a threesome. Instantly, my mind began spinning. Did I want him with another woman? Would I get jealous seeing him have sex with someone else? 

Then a more horrifying thought entered my mind... Oh my God... Gianna. Would that be cheating on her? Do I tell her? What would I tell her? 

I heard Flame start to speak which broke me out of my deep reflection. 

"Would I be spending the night with Melanie, or with both of you?" she asked softly. 

I turned and looked into her eyes, almost surprised that she was considering this. But clearly, she was. 

"Both of us," James said, looking intently into her eyes. 

She thought for a moment. 

"For both of you, I'd need $2500," she said, looking coldly into James' eyes. 

I was trying to hide the shocked expression that I knew had to be on my face. The innocent looking red head, with the cute, adolescent curls, was gone and a cold calculating business woman had materialized out of nowhere. 

"I was thinking more like $1500," James said casually. 

She smiled at him. 

"It looks like the magic number is two grand then," she deadpanned back. 

James smiled, "Done." 

She gently took my arm and turned it so she could see my watch. 

"My shift ends in a half hour, you can pick me up at the back of the building. What will you be driving?" 

"A black limousine," James replied. 

"I should have guessed," she said looking at James. 

She then looked at me, leaned in and kissed me softly, then whispered into my ear. 

"Don't look so shocked, I wanted to get between your legs from the moment I saw you." 

She leaned back, kissed me hard again and stood up. James and I watched her put her bikini top and black leather mini skirt back on, then she turned to look at us. 

"See you both in thirty," she said smiling, as she moved the drape to the side and walked out of the room. 

I watched in stunned silence as she left. I didn't even know how to begin to process what James had just done. Of course I wanted her, but, I wasn't sure I wanted to share him with anyone. 

I thought for a few seconds and realized that in our newly defined relationship, I knew I would not be given a say when it came to who James had sex with, and the realization started to slowly sink in that maybe I wasn't enough for him. 

I started to feel miserable that somehow, I must not be giving James what he needed to be happy, if he had to pay another woman to share our bed. 

What else could I give him? I let him have sex with me any way he wanted, I let him spank me, I gave him my body and as much as I tried to deny it, he also had my heart. I felt a tear come to my eye that I couldn't hide from him. 

Then I thought of Gianna, and I quickly pushed her out of my mind. I'd have to deal with the repercussions of what James wanted from me and how it would affect her, another time. It was just too much to deal with now, in this moment. 

I looked over and saw that James was studying my face, and his expression turned to shock when he saw the tears in my eyes. 

"Melanie, what's wrong? You're crying." 

"I-I, I don't know James," I said. 

I hated lying to him, but how could I possibly tell him the truth? 

I was trying internally to deal with the myriad of emotions I was feeling and didn't want him to know the turmoil I was feeling inside. I also didn't want to him to know I was falling for him. Surely he at least suspected it though, right? 

"You were all over her a minute ago, what the hell is the problem?" he said, in an irritated, angry voice. 

I started to feel anger as my temper started to flare up, but quickly, I got it under control. I took a few deep breaths and tried to remind myself that he didn't feel the same way for me that I felt for him. 

It troubled me that he could take my emotions from happy, to melancholy, to livid, in a matter of a minute, and what's worse, he didn't even realize what he was doing. I had given him so much control over my life when we were together, and those comments, like the one he made a second ago, cut me to the bone. 

"I can tell by the look on your face that something is wrong, and we need to talk about it." 

I took a deep breath and I tried to choose my words carefully, I didn't want to upset him. 

"At first it shocked me that you wanted her to spend the night with us. Then it shocked me that you wanted to be with her too," I said, looking down, embarrassed at my admission. 

"Look at me," he said softly. 

I looked into his eyes. 

"You're jealous?" he asked, giving me an incredulous look, like it was inconceivable how that emotion could have found its way into my head. 

I looked down, feeling deeply embarrassed. I hated it when he made me feel like a child, but how could it be wrong to feel these emotions that he stirred up in me. 

"I-I, I wanted to be enough for you." I said, looking down again. "If you need her too, then obviously I'm not, and you need more than just me to be happy." 

He smiled at me softly and took my hand. 

"Melanie, why do you think I need twelve hours of sleep when we are together?" 

I looked up at him and smiled softly. 

"You're more than enough, but that doesn't mean I don't want to watch you have sex with a beautiful woman, or join you with her. I'm going to experience everything this town has to offer, and I'm going to do it with you at my side." 

I looked at him and softly said, "You bring out such strong emotions in me James and I try so hard to keep them under control. I didn't mean to act jealous, or be possessive of you, but I..." 

I was too embarrassed to finish my statement. I just couldn't find the words to tell him that I was falling for him. 

He smiled at me again. 

"The only thing I ask is for you to talk to me when you're upset. That way, we can talk things out and I can help you with what you are feeling. Don't ever shut me out, ok?" 

"Yes dear," I said sweetly. 

He smiled, reached out and pulled me up out of the booth and kissed me passionately, while simultaneously feeling up my dress and running his fingers over the soaked lips of my vagina. 

"My God," he said in a shocked tone," she was really getting to you wasn't she?" 

"James, you have no Idea," I said. 

He smiled and pulled the front of my dress back down and led me towards the door. 

I tapped the tip of my heel nervously into the side of the passenger door of the limo. James and the driver were standing outside talking and I was ordered to wait in the back seat. 

There were a lot of drunken guys outside the club, with testosterone surging through their bodies after being mercilessly teased for hours by the girls inside the club, so I tried to understand why I couldn't wait outside for Flame with James. I knew he was just trying to keep me safe, but still. 

I had poured myself a strong drink from the bar in the back of the limo and it was helping to calm my nerves. I was still really worked up from Flame's lap dances and I just wanted to get back to our room. 

We were parked in a space so we could see the front parking lot, but also the door that dancers kept going in and out of in the back of the building. Each time the door would open I'd look closely to see if it was Flame, but each time so far, it wasn't. 

It was interesting watching the girls come out of the door wearing their street clothes as they ended their shifts. They didn't have on make- up, and many of them had wet hair so I assumed some of them had showered after their shift. A few of them I recognized from their time on the stage, but they looked so different. Between actually wearing clothes instead of just a G-string, having no make-up and wet hair, they looked so much more... normal. It was such a stark contrast to the painted, nearly naked Goddesses that swung around seductively on the pole in front of the hundreds of sex crazed guys. 

The door opened up again and I looked closely... It was Flame! Instantly, the butterflies in my stomach started churning a bit. Her red hair was wet, like many of the other girls who had come out of the door before her. She wore very faded blue jeans with large holes ripped provocatively in the thighs. She had on a pink tank top and her large breasts swayed sexily from side to side as she walked. I also noticed that her nipples were poking through the thin material in the evening breeze; obviously she wasn't wearing a bra I thought. She also had on a pair of cute white sandals that completed her look and even with no make-up and wet hair, she was stunning. 

Once she reached James, she stopped and they spoke for a moment and I could tell that money was being exchanged. A few seconds later, he opened the limo door and she slid into the seat next to me and looked into my eyes. James got in after her and sat on the bench seat directly across from us. 

We looked into each other's eyes and immediately started making out. I had been dying to touch her from the moment she started grinding on me with those torturous lap dances. I wrapped my arms around her, feeling her wet hair as our tongues explored each other's mouths. 

She leaned back, breaking our kiss and then playfully pushed me back onto the large bench seat. "I've wanted to know what you taste like for the last two hours," she said, smiling into my eyes. 

I smiled back at her, "Far be it from me to keep you waiting then," I said sexily, as I swung one of my legs over her head, so that they rested on either side of her. 

Without hesitation, I lifted my ass up off the bench seat and pulled my dress up exposing my vagina to her and opened my legs wide. I paused for just a second, realizing that the window that divided the passenger from the seats up front was open, and that the driver was watching Flame and I in the review mirror. I was so wet and worked up from the night of teasing and lap dances, that I didn't care if he watched us. The only thing I cared about was her mouth on me, and after hours of merciless teasing, I just wanted release. 

The window and the driver were quickly put out of my mind when Flame moved between my legs and rested them on her shoulders, giving her more room on the bench seat. There was no vacillation in her swift actions as her mouth instantly latched onto my vagina. I gasped and moaned as she plunged her tongue deep inside of me 

I felt the limo start to slowly pull forward, hitting small bumps in the parking lot, as her tongue moved over my clit. I closed my eyes and cried out, enjoying her talented mouth on my vagina. 

She reached up and tried unsuccessfully to free my breasts out of the top of the dress, but James had cinched the corset strings so tight in the back, that my breasts were held securely in place. I felt like I was in a fog as her tongue swirled over my clit. The sensations were rendering my brain useless to control the rest of my body. But somehow, I was able to reach behind and find the string and pulled hard, loosening the dress so that my large breasts tumbled out. 

Once Flame saw that my breasts had been liberated, she reached up and ran her fingers over my nipples as she continued to plunge her tongue in and out of me. I could feel my nipples immediately harden between her fingers, as the limo hit a small bump and were we slightly rocked back and forth in the back seat. 

My orgasm hit me almost without warning. I screamed out as the waves of pleasure washed over me. Unconsciously, I squeezed my thighs together trapping her head between my legs as I shook violently. 

Slowly coming down, I began to regain control of my body. I loosened my legs from around her head and I felt her licking the juices from my thighs. She then gave me soft butterfly kisses where she had just licked. 

I looked over at James, trying to focus my eyes after my very intense orgasm. He looked at me lustfully and I noticed the huge bulge in his pants. I smiled at him and at the same time I felt Flame return to my pussy and instantly I lost all focus as two of her fingers slid inside of me, causing me to gasp and cry out. 




Meeting James Ch. 06



She began to plunge her fingers in and out of me and I heard loud squishing noises as I cried out again. I was so worked up from the hours of teasing, I just couldn't even seem to control myself or body as her fingers roughly sunk in and out of me. 

Just as I was feeling my next orgasm rapidly approaching, I felt the limo start to slow and make a sharp turn and Flame instantly withdrew her fingers from my body and I looked up at her. 

"I think we are here honey," she said, looking into my eyes. 

I still felt foggy and incredibly turned on, but the realization that we were at the hotel was bringing me back to reality quickly and I heard James speak. 

"We are pulling into the valet at the Bellagio. You had better get that dress back on Melanie." 

I looked down and saw that my dress was bunched up around my waist. Flame moved back so I could swing my leg over her head which allowed me to sit upright. I got the dress back up so it was covering my breasts again. 

Flame smiled at me, "Turn around honey so I can get your dress tied back up." 

I quickly turned away from her as she pulled the strings and tied them, cinching the dress back up. As I turned back around and faced the front of the limo I looked into the eyes of the driver who gave me a knowing smile. I looked down, my face in a deep red blush, when I realized that the lower half of my body was still exposed. I lifted my ass up off the seat and pulled the dress back down covering myself back up, or more accurately, covering myself to the best of my ability given the obscenely short length of the dress. 

The limo came to a stop and I looked over at Flame who was wiping some of my juices from her mouth. Her hair was a bit disheveled from me clamping my thighs around her head, but she still looked beautiful. I leaned in and pulled her towards me, kissing her hard, just as one of the valets opened the back door of the limo for us. We broke our kiss and I watched as James exited the limo and then extended his hand for me. I grinned up at him and placed my hand in his as he helped me out and onto my feet. James then reached in and helped Flame exit the back seat, then she walked over and stood beside me, taking my hand. 

The young valet gave both of us a knowing smile and Flame shamelessly ran her hand over my ass, teasing the young kid. I felt James take my other hand and the three of us walked to the casino door. 

We hurriedly walked through the casino together and moments later James was opening up the door to the suite. I didn't even give Flame time to look around the suite as I pulled her towards the master bedroom, with James smiling at me and my exuberance. We had almost reached the door of the master bedroom when James spoke. 

"Why don't you two ladies get started, and I'll join you in a few minutes," he said, laughing. 

"Yeah, that's a good Idea," I yelled out from inside the master bedroom. Flame and I smiled at each other and then laughed together. 

Our situation quickly became more urgent as we leaned in and hungrily kissed each other. 

The next few seconds were spent tearing at each other's clothes as we desperately tried to remove them off of each other. My hands were busy undoing the buttons on her tight jeans and getting her out of her tank top, while she was having difficulty reaching the back of my corset dress and untying those hated laces. It didn't help that my hands were all over her and I was trying to kiss her harder. 

I made a mental note to burn this dress, if and when, she got it off of me. 

She finally found the laces and pulled on them, loosening them, and the dress fell to the floor. I playfully pushed her back onto the bed and fell on top of her wrapping my legs around hers, as I kissed her with a sense of urgency that surprised even me. We were kissing each other so hard and with such reckless abandon, I thought our lips would be bruised. As I leaned back and broke the kiss, freeing her mouth, I heard her murmur. 

"Fuck, just put your mouth on my cunt and eat me." 

I had always hated that word. A woman's vagina was so beautiful, like the petals of the flower, and that vulgar term seemed to take all of the allure and elegance out of the most intimate part of a woman's body. However, in this moment, I didn't care. I was so racked with lust, I just wanted to taste her and give her the pleasure she had given me in the back of the limo, on the way to our room. 

I quickly slid down her body as I felt her open her legs for me and sunk my tongue inside of her. She gasped loudly and her ass rose off the bed. Straightaway she started to grind herself on my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her thighs to hold her still as I licked the walls of her vagina and then my tongue slid out of her and began to suck on her clit. 

I watched as she grabbed the sheets on the bed, gripped them tight, and pulled them towards her as my tongue lapped and sucked at her little nub. She had such powerful legs and she was moving them, as if trying to get away from me, but I held her tight, locking my mouth on her as she screamed out and shook, as she violently orgasmed with my mouth sealed tight on her. 

As she continued to shake, I eased my mouth off of her. I know how sensitive I get after I come down from the peak and I didn't want to ruin it for her by putting too much pressure on her sensitive clit. I took a moment to study her body. Her vaginal lips were pink and fully engorged and she had a little tuft of red hair above her vulva, but she was shaved smooth around her lips and anus. Her little pink nipples were rock hard and standing up proudly off of her large breasts, as they moved gently up and down, while she attempted to catch her breath after her orgasm. 

I gently licked the wetness off of her lips and from the inside of her thighs. Our eyes met and we smiled at each other, as she looked down at me. 

"God Melanie, please do that again," she whimpered, wrapping her arms through her legs and rolled back, exposing her pussy and ass to me. 

I took my time, gently running the tip of my tongue over her lips, tasting more of her sweet secretions. Since she had come, there wasn't a sense of urgency like before and I could enjoy her body and the experience of being with such a stunning woman. 

I slowly worked my tongue inside of her again and heard her moan, so I slowly moved my tongue in and out of her, enjoying her flavor and savoring the way she tasted. 

She gasped loudly, as I hesitantly ran my tongue over her anus, gauging her reaction. I knew many girls didn't like to be touched there, but I could tell instantly that it was something that she liked. I looked up from between her legs and we smiled at each other. 

Slowly, I opened my mouth and let some saliva drip down onto her asshole. Then, I used the tip of my tongue and gently worked it inside of her. She moaned louder when I pushed my saliva deeper into her with my tongue and also started to slowly run the tip of my finger over the hood of her clit. I felt her hips start to buck and grind against my mouth, which pushed my tongue even deeper inside her little puckered hole. 

She looked down watching me as I withdrew my tongue and replaced it with a finger which I worked an inch or two into her bottom. Simultaneously, I moved my mouth up and began lapping at her clit, working my finger in and out of her asshole faster. 

She moaned again, "Yeah, right there Melanie," she gasped. 

I watched her begin to spasm violently and convulse. She screamed out as she released and I quickly withdrew my finger from her ass, which caused her cry out even louder as her orgasm washed over her. I slowly kissed and licked the inside of her thighs, letting her come down and regain her senses. 

My eyes caught a glimpse of movement in the corner of the room and I realized that James was sitting on the small couch watching us. I had no idea how long he had been there, and I realized that I was so caught up in Flame, that I didn't even see him come in or sit down. He had on a pair of boxers that were pulled down in the front and he was slowly stroking his big cock as he watched us. 

As my eyes met his, we smiled softly at each other. He got up and walked across the room, letting his boxers fall to the ground as he approached us. He was rock hard and I could see the glistening clear fluid leak from the head. He had obviously been watching us for quite a while I thought. 

James stood by the edge of the bed and I slid around and lay in front of him on my stomach. He put his cock by my face and I opened my mouth and slowly began sucking him. The minute the tip of my tongue touched the head of his cock, pre cum started to leak out into my mouth and I had to pause for a moment to swallow it. I had never seen so much fluid leak out of him before, or saw him so worked up; he had obviously enjoyed watching us. 

As I took him deeper into my mouth, I felt Flame behind me separate my legs and crawl between them. I gasped as James' cock slipped out of my mouth when I felt her tongue enter my vagina. I took him back into my mouth and concentrated on him, swirling my tongue over the head, but her talented mouth was making that extremely difficult. I reached out with both hands and grabbed James' ass and pulled him closer to me, pushing his cock further into my mouth. That way, no matter what Flame did to me, his cock wouldn't pop out. 

While I slowly worked on him I felt her tongue travel up to my ass. I gasped and moaned as I felt her push her tongue inside of my asshole and concurrently slip two fingers inside of my vagina. I was trying so hard to concentrate on James, but she was now making that impossible and her mouth just felt too good on me. 

I attempted to run my lips over his cock and hold back my orgasm, so I could continue to fellate him, but she was just too talented, and what she was doing to me was working too well. I pulled my head back, letting his cock fall out of my mouth, as I cried out and began to shake and convulse in orgasm. 

When I regained my senses, I noticed that Flame was beside me on her stomach and when I looked up I could see James' cock was between us. She hesitantly opened her mouth and allowed the large head to slip in and I had to admit, I felt a tinge of jealousy. 

Since I had met him that cock had been mine, and I knew that I was more than likely in love with the man that was attached to it. Yet, it was strangely erotic watching her with it. She seemed to be a bit more mechanical than I was, almost like a porn star who didn't necessarily like the guy she had to shoot a scene with. Maybe that was just my impression, because as I looked into James' face, he looked very similar to how he looked when I had him in my mouth, and I could see the pleasure written there as she worked him in and out of her mouth. 

I looked into Flame's eyes and we smiled at each other, or more accurately, I smiled at her and she smiled at me the best she could with a big cock in her mouth. I leaned down and took one of James' large hanging testicles into my mouth and gently began to suck, which instantly caused him to let out a low groan. We worked on him for several minutes until I could hear his loud, labored breathing and I knew we were getting to him. After a few more seconds I felt him start to tense up and he did exactly what I thought he'd do: He pulled away from us to calm himself down so he'd delay his orgasm. 

Flame and I watched as he slid into the middle of the bed on his back and we both watched his large erect penis pulse on his stomach. James looked at me and spoke softly. 

"Melanie, in the nightstand there are some condoms, get one, and put it on me." 

I looked into his eyes and tried to force a smile because I didn't want to ruin the moment for him, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel the bitter sting of jealousy. 

When he asked for a condom, he all but told me which one of us he wanted to have sex with first. In the countless times that we had had sex, I never made him use one. I was on the pill and I knew, at least up until this point, that I was the only other woman he saw, besides his wife. I figured that James having sex with his wife once a year didn't qualify as risky behavior. However, I knew that Flame didn't know any of this, so of course, she was smart to require that he wear a condom, and I didn't blame her for it. 

I reached into the nightstand and pulled the drawer open. There were about five or six tubes of lube and I had already found out earlier what those were for. As I moved the contents of the drawer around, I finally found what I was looking for. I opened up the small box and pulled out the little package of foil and tore it open and removed the contents. God, how long has it been since I've held one of these, Sophomore, Junior year of high school maybe? 

I turned around and saw James waiting semi-patiently for me. His cock was still fully erect, and it gently throbbed and pulsed. Precum was dripping out of the tip and running down the side of his shaft. It had been a while since I had seen him this worked up, maybe the night we met, I thought to myself. 

Seeing the clear fluid ooze out of the little slit was more than I could take and I leaned in swiftly and took him into my mouth, cleaning the head. I then gently took his cock in my hand at the base, holding it steady, and slipped the condom over the head, and then rolled it down his shaft. 

Once I had it on, I moved off to the side a foot or so and James looked at Flame expectedly. She moved from his side and swung her leg over his torso and straddled him, sitting on his stomach. 

I watched them for a few seconds until James voice broke the silence. 

"Melanie, put me inside of her," he said huskily, his voice barely above of a whisper. 

Without saying a word I quickly slid around to the foot of the bed behind both of them and took James' cock in my hand, once again, grasping him at the base. Flame's pink lips were swollen and engorged, and her secretions at the opening of her vagina were clearly visible. She let out a soft whimper as I ran the head of his cock up and down her lips, splitting them, and then positioned him at her aperture. 

I watched as she moved back slowly, his big head gradually penetrating her. She let out a low moan as she gradually pushed back, and I watched her vagina open and receive him. 

James lay in the bed motionless, letting her take him at her own pace. She was very well lubed from all the sex we had earlier, but I could tell that he might be a bit larger than what she was used to. Flame slowly but surely kept sliding back on his cock and I watched as his member slowly sank into her body. 

It felt like I had a ring side seat to the filming of a porn scene. I sat on the edge of the bed mesmerized, watching the carnal display play out in front of me. Almost subconsciously, my fingers trailed down my stomach and then I gently began to touch myself as I watched her slowly take him in. After almost a minute or so, I saw his balls rest against the lips of her vagina and I knew she had got him completely inside. 

I watched intently as the muscles in her thighs began to flex and she slowly started to move on him. James let out a low moan. I saw the head of his cock as it nearly dislodged from her and just as I thought it was going to slip out, she changed direction and it slowly sank back inside. 

Both of them began to moan as she picked up the pace, his shaft disappearing inside of her and then coming back out. I was very slowly moving two fingers in and out of my vagina and every few seconds I let my thumb gently brush my clit as I teased myself, making sure I stayed on the edge without going over it. 

They were both moaning loudly and the room began to smell like raw sex. I ran my free hand over Flame's ass, and she instantly let out a gasp. 

Unexpectedly, she spoke in a low, husky voice, "God, yes Melanie, play with my ass." 

She was bouncing up and down on him now, so it was difficult to comply with her request, but after a few seconds, I was able to brush my index finger along her anus. She was still well lubed from our earlier play and I gently pushed my index finger into her tight rectum. 

It only took a few seconds longer before she cried out and shook in orgasm, as I continued to work my finger in and out of her ass. She collapsed on top of James and lay there for a few moments. Once he could see she had fully recovered, he used his hips to thrust in and out of her, taking control as I withdrew my finger. 

I rubbed my clit harder as James wrapped his arms around her and started pounding in and out of her with incredible force. I watched her legs begin to twitch and her moaning got louder and more pronounced and I knew James had her close again. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the entire room as I reached out and pushed my finger into her anus again. That was the only additional stimulation that she needed and I watched as her body tensed up. I heard her cry out and she began to shake uncontrollably. Simultaneously, I could feel my orgasm wash over me as I cried out with her. 

Once I had regained my senses I saw that James had never stopped pounding her as she came. From his breathing I knew he was getting close. 

A few seconds later I heard him in low, gruff tone say, "Pull me out of her Melanie and put me in your mouth." 

He stopped thrusting his hips which allowed me to grasp him at the base and extract his cock from her. I ran my hand up his shaft, which removed the condom and straightaway I took him deep into my mouth. I felt him thrust into my mouth several times and then he too tensed up and cried out in orgasm. 

I had him so deep in my throat I didn't even taste the first two or three spurts as they went down into my stomach. I eased my head back and felt the remaining jets of semen splash into my mouth and after they finally started to subside, I swallowed the rest down. 

After he had recovered, James released Flame and she rolled over a couple of feet from him on the bed. I slid between them and he pulled me to his body and we spooned. I reached back and gently rubbed James' thigh, softly caressing it. I looked over into Flame's sparkling eyes and we smiled softly at each other. 

It only took a few minutes and I could tell James breathing had changed and he had fallen asleep. 

A couple of minutes later Flame slid closer to me and we passionately kissed. The night was over for James, but for Flame and I, I knew it was just beginning.



Meeting James Ch. 07



Authors Note: 

I want to thank everyone who has read my work and offered critiques. 

Again, I'd like to thank my Editor Pete for all of his help, it's greatly appreciated. 

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James, Flame, and I were lying in bed together. James had his arms around me, pulling me tight against him, but after several minutes I could tell from his breathing that he had fallen asleep, which left Flame and I smiling and looking into each other's eyes. 

I spoke softly so I wouldn't wake James, "Would you like to go into the other room?" 

I watched as she silently shook her head up and down then turned and gracefully exited the bed. I very carefully slid out from under James' arm and followed her out to the great room of the suite. 

Once there, I watched as she slipped her tank top back on, which came down just a bit below the cheeks of her ass. I looked around and saw one of James' T-Shirts draped over one of the chairs and I slipped that on. As it passed over my head, I could smell his manly scent. I couldn't think of anything that turned me on more than how he smelled. 

I watched as Flame looked around, studying the large suite and I instantly felt like a bad hostess. 

"Would you like something to drink?" I asked her. 

"I haven't eaten anything since lunch, do you think there is a convenience store still open so I can buy a bag of chips?" She asked. 

I thought for a moment, a bag of chips didn't sound like a good meal. 

"I saw a menu on the table, what if we ordered something from room service?" I said. 

"I don't have any money besides the hundreds that your boyfriend gave me, will they take cash?" 

"Nonsense," I said. "You're our guest, and we'll just charge it to the room." 

I looked into her beautiful green eyes and saw a look that I couldn't place easily. It was part gratitude, but more than that. I got the feeling that it had been a long time since someone had done something nice for her, or showed her any type of compassion. 

I grabbed the menu off the table and we both sat down on the large couch, our thighs gently touching. We both looked over the menu for several minutes, and then I spoke softly. 

"What looks good?" 

"I think that cheeseburger would be perfect," she said, pointing at the picture in the menu. 

I wasn't really that hungry because of the big meal I ate at the Gastropub earlier, but I thought it would be rude if I didn't order anything and made her eat alone. I leaned over and picked up the room phone and called in our order. Because James had put me on his hotel account, I was able to make purchases and charge them to the room. 

There was a minute of awkward silence. How much do you pry and ask a dancer about her personal life, I thought. I decided to just treat her like I would anyone else I had just met. 

"Have you lived in Las Vegas long?" I asked politely. 

"About two years," she said hesitantly. 

The way she replied made me think I might have overstepped the line with my question. 

"We don't have to talk about that, it's not my place to..." 

"No, Melanie, it's ok. Actually, it's nice that you care enough to ask," she said softly. 

"I moved here from Omaha with my boyfriend. He was older than me, twenty-four when we met and we both dreamed of living in Las Vegas." 

I listened intently as she continued. 

"I was waitressing and he was doing odd jobs in Nebraska and we lived in his car a lot of the time, so Las Vegas seemed like the perfect escape. Once we moved here, he found some construction work and I was able to get a job in a small café as a waitress and we were even able to afford a small apartment." 

A knock on the door startled me until I realized that it was our food. 

"One sec, ok," I said, as I gently rubbed her thigh. 

She smiled brightly at me, making me feel even more comfortable. 

I walked to the door and opened it. The room service waiter smiled and tried to keep his eyes on mine, but I could feel them start to wander lower as I signed for the check, giving him a big tip like I knew James would. I didn't have a bra on and my nipples were poking through James' T shirt, which I'm sure he appreciated. I smiled, thanked him and quickly shut the door. 

I brought the food back over to Flame and we made a small picnic on the couch. Her cheeseburger looked delicious and it made me regret ordering a turkey and lettuce wrap. Between bites, she continued. 

"Things were really good for a while, until..." 

I could see the distressed look on her face and I squeezed her hand, reassuring her that whatever she wanted to tell me was ok, and she slowly continued. 

"He started using drugs, meth I think, and began to gamble away our money. I would have stuck with him through that, until... until he hit me and I knew I had to leave." 

I squeezed her hand tight, seeing the tears start to well up in her eyes. 

"I stayed in a women's shelter for a couple of days and they helped me get back on my feet. I had just turned eighteen and I couldn't make it on my tips from waitressing, so about six months ago, I started to work at Sapphires. I know it's not the greatest job in the world, but I make really good money and I've been able to get my own apartment and a car." 

I smiled sympathetically at her, happy that she was living life on her terms. 

She asked me about my relationship with James and I told her everything. Well, almost everything. It was easy to tell her about our financial arrangement, because she obviously had experience with that sort of thing. However, I couldn't bring myself to tell her how dominant and demanding he was, and honestly, how comfortable I was with it. 

How could I explain something like that to Flame when I didn't fully understand it myself? The reality of my relationship with James was difficult to square in my mind. 

I was supposed to be a strong, independent woman, capable of doing anything, setting lofty goals for myself and reaching for the sky to achieve them. In so many ways, I felt like I was doing just that. I was an honor student with a very high GPA and my advisor told me that if I didn't enroll in some type of graduate school once I had my degree, then I wouldn't be realizing my full potential. 

That seemed to be such a juxtaposition to how I acted when I was with James. He controlled almost everything when I was with him, and what was worse, I freely gave him that control. 

I was also trying to mentally sort out how I felt about him spanking me. Part of me was afraid to do something wrong, because I knew if I did, he'd punish me, but there was also another side of me that didn't fear being spanked. I suppose if I was totally honest with myself, there were times when I longed to be over his knee again. 

I very quickly became disgusted with myself, I wasn't a child anymore yearning to be over my father's knee. I was a grown woman and I had to be 'sick' for even thinking like that, so I quickly put that thought out of my mind. 

I also found it so odd that no matter what he did, or what he wanted me to do, my only aspiration was pleasing him. Was it wrong for me to find so much pleasure and contentment in making him happy? 

I looked into Flame's sparkling green eyes and it broke me out of my thoughts. I wanted to know more about this beautiful woman sitting next to me. 

"May I ask you a question?" I said hesitantly. 

"Ask me anything Melanie." 

"What is it like to dance at Sapphires?" 

She paused for several moments thinking. 

"It was very difficult at first. I know you probably wouldn't think it, but I was very shy growing up, so dancing in a G-String was very difficult for the first couple of weeks. But then I got regulars who come to the club to see only me, and you learn to adjust to it, so slowly, I got comfortable with it." 

I loved how open she was and that she was willing to share this part of her life's story with me. 

"Since you are asking about my life... What's it like taking money from a rich older man?" she said smiling, as she gently teased me. 

"We are kindred aren't we?" I said, thoughtfully. 

"Sometimes it's difficult. I told my friends about him which I think now might have been a mistake. They say they are all right with it, but, sometimes they look at me differently, and I guess I wonder what they say about me when I'm not there." 

I thought for a moment. 

"He's very generous with me and I'm not used to having money, at least not like this, not this much of it, so there's some guilt but I'm trying to work through it." 

"You have a very good situation going with him and most women I know, or I should say, who I work with, would jump at a chance for what you have, so don't feel guilty about it," she said. 

I pondered her statement. 

I wasn't sure that I liked being compared to her co-workers. But, was I really any better than they girls she worked with? My relationship with James wasn't as public as dancing in a G-String in front of hundreds of men. However, there weren't that many degrees of separation in how they were making money and how I was making mine. 

"Do you... um... do... this very often?" I asked. 

I felt embarrassed for even broaching the subject, but I was curious to know, and she seemed very open about sharing her life with me. It felt like she was the first person who could relate to what I was doing with James and who I could actually talk to about being in this type of relationship. 

"It's all right," she replied, "I said you could ask me anything. There is a casino executive that I see a couple of times a month, and a CFO from the East Coast that I spend time with when he's in town," she paused, "but I'm very selective." 

I looked into her eyes, hanging on her every word. 

"Working at Sapphires, I always get a lot of offers, but most of them are from young guys who either want an actual romantic-type date, or they say they have money when it's obvious they don't." 

"But you thought James was different?" I asked. 

She smiled, "The tea leaves weren't hard to read. Older guys aren't with women our age unless they have money, and he didn't even blink an eye when I told him it was $300 for the VIP room." 

She had a point. I loved the first night I spent with James because it was something different and exciting. The next morning however, I was ready to leave and the only thing that made me spend the weekend with him, at least initially, was his money. Of course, I had developed much deeper feelings for him now, but would I have given him a chance if it wasn't for his money? The truthful answer was probably not. 

She continued speaking. 

"I saw how he watched us while I was giving you lap dances at the club, so I wasn't too surprised when he asked me to join you both, and honestly, I didn't see a downside." 

Our eyes met and I felt the sexual tension that had developed between us as we ate and shared very intimate, personal things, that were happening in our lives. 

I leaned in and kissed her softly, our lips melted together, and then I could feel the urgency as she wrapped her arms around me kissing harder, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. 

We broke our hot kiss and I stood up and pulled her up with me. 

"C'mon, follow me," I said playfully, taking her hand. 

"Won't we wake up your boyfriend Melanie?" 

"Let me give you the grand tour, which most importantly includes the second bedroom in the suite," I said saucily. 

I took her hand and led her to the smaller room in the suite. The large curtain that kept the sunlight out of the panoramic, floor to ceiling window, during the day, was open several feet and let in some of the bright lights of the Las Vegas strip. We stood at the edge of the bed facing each other and once again pressed our lips together as we kissed passionately. 

I opened my legs as she pressed her knee into my pussy and gently began to rub, while her hands move down James' T-Shirt, which she then carefully pulled up and over my head, removing it. I leaned in to kiss her again, but she playfully pushed me away and then looked into my eyes as she took off her tank top, exposing her beautiful, large breasts. 

As I sat on the edge of the bed, Flame began dancing seductively in front of me, moving her body to music that only we could hear. The muscles in her legs rippled as she swayed from side to side in front of me. Her eyes never left mine as I viewed the incredibly erotic display, her breasts pendulating, as she moved closer to me. 

She extended her arms and I felt her fingers trace between my breasts, then down to my stomach, which immediately sent chills throughout my body. I opened my legs wide to let her step between them, her breasts level with my face. 

I watched as she leaned in, her nipple moving closer to my waiting lips. I opened my mouth to receive the little pink bud, but just as it was about to enter, she pulled away, teasing me. 

She leaned in again, and then pulled away again, milli-seconds before her nipple would have entered my mouth. 

She smiled slyly, viewing the anticipation and frustration on my face. 

Finally, she let her nipple pass between my waiting lips and I heard a moan escape her as I sucked greedily on the little pink nub of flesh. 

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her tight against my body, rolling her nipple around on my tongue, feeling it harden in my mouth. I gently bit down on the little piece of flesh and then pulled my head back slowly causing her large breast to go taut, until I opened my mouth and released it. 

Our eyes came together again as she held my face in her hands and kissed me hard, which seemed to spur both of us on. 

She playfully pushed me back on the bed, my legs continuing to hang off the edge, touching the ground. 

I watched as she got down on her knees between my legs and started to slowly kiss the inside of my thighs as both of her hands moved up my body and rested on my breasts. She quickly found my nipples and started gently squeezing them between her fingers. 

I closed my eyes as I felt her mouth slowly approach my pussy at an agonizingly slow pace. Then, without warning, I gasped and cried out as she sunk her tongue inside me. I looked between my legs watching her head bob up and down at first, and then move in and out, her tongue never leaving my wet core. 

She licked the walls of my vagina intensely as I lifted my ass up off the bed and ground my pelvis onto her waiting tongue. I felt her wrap her arms around my thighs, holding me tight, then extract her tongue from my wet sex and use it to lap at my clit, causing lightning bolts to shoot through my body. 

I tried to hold my orgasm back, but I felt it rapidly building inside of me. 

"Yes baby, right there," I cried out, as her tongue flicked over my clit rapidly causing my body to shake and spasm uncontrollably in orgasm. 

When I regained my senses, I felt her licking my wetness from the inside of my thighs. 

I looked down between my legs and her face was covered with my secretions. 

I watched her smile happily up at me. 

"Move back on the bed Mel, until you're touching the headboard," she said hungrily. 

I wasn't certain why she made this request, but after the amazing orgasm she had just given me, I was up for anything and didn't question her. 

I slid back on the bed until I was sitting up against the headboard, just as she had requested. 

She got herself up off the floor and joined me on the bed, sitting facing each other. 

I watched as she opened her long legs, revealing her pussy to me. I took a moment to drink in her amazing body. Her large breasts stood up proudly as I watched her chest expand and contract as she breathed. She had such a tight stomach and very well defined abs. My eyes moved lower to her vagina. She had puffy, pink outer lips that were engorged and revealed just a hint of moisture emanating from her shiny, wet inner lips. Above her vulva was a little tuft of red hair. 

I wanted to taste her so badly and I was barely able to control my raging lust for this woman. 

Our eyes met and locked onto each other. 

"Watch me Mel," she said sexily. 

I surveyed the intensely erotic scene as it played out in front of me as she grasped her nipples and compressed and pulled them with her fingers, causing them to quickly regain their hardness. 

Almost unconsciously, I uncrossed my legs and splayed them out around her. I moved my hand between my legs and ran a single finger through the lips of my vagina, teasing myself. 

Her fingers moved down her body, using one finger to rub her clit, while the other dipped in and out of her pussy. 

After only a few seconds, I could hear loud squishing noises emanating from between her legs as she worked herself up into a frenzy. 

Watching her pleasure herself, was so amazingly erotic for me. I slowly ran my fingers over my clit, keeping myself on the edge without going over it, as I witnessed the sensual display in front of me. 

As she moved her fingers in and out, harder and faster, I knew she had to be close to orgasming. I watched, anticipating her climax, wanting to experience my own with her, when she suddenly stopped. 

Our eyes met and a wicked smile came across her face as she slid in closer to me. 

I watched as she grabbed my foot and pulled it closer to her vagina. I had no idea what she planned on doing until I saw her rub my big toe against her clit. 

My mouth opened in amazement as she began moaning and writhing on my toe while she caressed her clit with it. I had never seen anything like this and I have to admit I was mesmerized watching her pleasure herself in this way. After a few minutes she stopped rubbing herself against it, and with my help she gently inserted my toe into her vagina and let go of my foot, giving me complete control. 

Very cautiously, I gently began to move my toe in and out of her. I watched as she started rubbing her clit when I picked up the pace with my leg, working more of my toe in and out of her at an increasingly fast pace. 

I felt as if I was being hypnotized by this amazingly erotic display. Her moaning and writhing goaded me on as I moved my leg quicker. I listened to her gasp and cry out, as my toe sunk deeper into her. I watched as she lifted her ass up off the bed several inches and began meeting my thrusts with her pelvis. She was so into it, and that got me even more enthralled. I watched her climb the mountain as her body began to shake and convulse, until she cried out and gasped in orgasm. 

As she was coming down, I slowly moved my foot back extracting my toe from inside her. It amazed me how much she got into it. 

One of my former boyfriends in high school had an extensive foot fetish and he always seemed to incorporate some type of foot play into our sexual routine, but this was the first time I had ever experienced it with a woman, and I have to admit, that I found it to be incredibly hot. 

Once she had recovered from her orgasm, our eyes met again and we smiled sexily at each other. I watched in amazement as she grasped my foot and brought my big toe up to her mouth to suck and lick her juices from it. 

I was so worked up from her display that as soon as she released my foot, I playfully pushed her back on the bed and dove between her legs, taking her by surprise. She reached down between her thighs, wrapped her arms around her knees, and rolled back, lifting her ass up off of the bed and giving me perfect access to her pussy and asshole. 

I extended my tongue and made it long and flat as I pushed it inside her ass, causing her to cry out. Wrapping my arms around her thighs to hold her still, I pushed my tongue deeper inside her bottom, and used my thumb to gently rub small circles over the hood of her clit. After only a few minutes, I heard her breathing change and I knew she was close to coming 




Meeting James Ch. 07



Just as she was about to release, I withdrew my tongue from her ass and latched onto her clit with my mouth, licking and sucking with reckless abandon. This added sensation was all she needed, as I felt her body tense up and then start to shake in orgasm. 

Over the next several hours, we continued to have sex over and over until both of us were exhausted and could barely move. Just as the sun was coming up and light began to enter into the room, we fell asleep in each other's arms, thoroughly worn out from the hours of almost non-stop passion. 

In my sleep, I reached over to Flame's side of the bed to snuggle against her like I'd done all night, but my hand felt nothing. I opened my eyes and realized I was in the bed alone. Slowly, I started to wake up, stretching and yawning as I looked over at the bedside clock. Oh my God, it was four in the afternoon! 

Instinctively, I pulled the sheet up to cover myself, even though I was the only one in the room. I sat up on the side of the bed and noticed that on top of the clock there was a piece of hotel stationery that had been folded into the shape of a heart. 

I unfolded the note and read it. 

"I had a wonderful time last night and I'd love to see you again. You're the first person I've met in Las Vegas who I felt I've made a connection with, and I'd truly love to get to know you better. Please call me, Megyn." 

For the first time since I met her, I realized that I didn't even know her real name until just now when I read it on the note. 

My thoughts turned to Gianna, and it brought back what I'd done the night before with Megyn and James. Even though he didn't mean to, and was most likely unaware of it, James was complicating my life. 

I knew that realistically I had no choice in what I did last night, because there was no way I could have ever talked James out of bringing Megyn back to the hotel with us. However, I knew that I wasn't blameless either. I could have made Megyn leave after the three of us had sex and James had fallen asleep. Instead, it was my choice to talk with her, get to know her, and then spend the rest of the night having sex with her again. 

Blaming it all on James would ease my aching conscience, but as much as I didn't want to admit it, I was complicit in this act and I dreaded facing Gianna on Monday. 

I tried to put the whole sordid mess out of my mind as I rose up out of the bed. I found James' T-shirt that I had been wearing, put it back on and walked out into the great room of the suite. I looked everywhere, but James was nowhere to be found. 

Even though it was late in the afternoon, coffee sounded good and I walked into the kitchen to brew up a small pot. I had long since stopped being upset at the exorbitant price of half and half in the mini bar. Almost with thinking, I retrieved it and poured a couple of tablespoons into the mug. 

As I sipped my coffee I saw a note on the table and picked it up. Today was the day for notes I guess. 

The note read: 

"Melanie, I have several meetings that I have to attend today, so I thought it would be best to just let you sleep. When did Flame leave? What did her note say? You can tell me everything tonight at dinner. Be at the valet station at 7:00 p.m. The dress you'll wear is on the bed in the master bedroom. J." 

The day was just getting better, I thought sarcastically. I had hoped to destroy the note so James wouldn't see it, but now, I'd have to share its contents with him. If I chose to see Megyn again, I wanted it to be on my terms. However, I knew that if James wanted to see her again with me, there would be no way to talk him out of it. 

I picked up my phone and sent a text to Gianna telling her I was doing fine. I had sent her a couple of other texts yesterday, as I promised I would. She had also sent me several texts telling me that she had a relaxing night in my apartment and had completed the majority of her homework. 

Gianna loved spending time in my apartment and I loved having her there. I just hoped that she'd understand about what I was doing with James. She had a boyfriend and I had James, so even though that caused a little bit of friction from time to time, we accepted it as part of the parameters of our relationship; if relationship was a good way to describe what we had. Aside from that, there was an unspoken agreement between us that we would be exclusive to each other where other women were concerned. James and Megyn shattered that agreement this weekend, and I had no idea what Gianna would say about it, or if I should even tell her. 

I had just finished my coffee when my phone vibrated telling me that I had a new text message. I read the screen, it was Gianna. She told me that she was at work getting great tips and that she'd text me again once her shift was over. 

She was at work? I pushed several buttons on my phone bringing up the calendar function and realized that tonight was Saturday night. I had lost track of time by staying up all night and sleeping in so late. 

Once I had finished my coffee, I looked down at my watch. I had nearly three hours before I had to meet James and I was getting bored already. Now I wished I would have woken up earlier, so that perhaps James would have allowed me to accompany him when he went to his meetings. 

Since I had some time to kill I decided to hit the gym for a run, that always seemed to help relieve some of my stress and I definitely had a lot on my mind with James, Gianna, and now Megyn at the center of my thoughts. After stretching, I got on the treadmill and began my workout. 

While I ran, my mind drifted and I began to reflect on my life since I had graduated high school. I was getting close to completing my second year of college and I thought back on my experiences up to this point. 

Las Vegas of course, was not a typical city, so it stood to reason that students at UNLV would not have a typical college experience. I lived in a city that was world renowned for partying and gambling. Because of the almost weekly conventions and trade shows, the clubs were packed with women of all ages, who came here to get away from their boyfriends and husbands and re-live days that had long gone by. Additionally, vacationing college girls from California packed the clubs by the thousands. As my grandfather used to say, it was like catching fish from a bucket, and although I had slowed down since I met James and Gianna, it was nothing for me to hook up with two or three different women a week. 

My thoughts then turned to the important people in my life; my family, my four best friends, James, Gianna, and now I added Megyn to that mental list. 

I marveled at how much James had changed my life. I had been very successful at avoiding romantic entanglements since I started college, but now, because of James, I had met Gianna and now Megyn. It seemed much easier to hook up with girls and then leave the next morning, than it was to try to navigate through relationships with them. 

Winded, I hit the 'stop' button on the treadmill. I had run nearly nine miles and sweat was dripping off my body. I collapsed on the mat and began to stretch and cool down. Mentally, I felt a little better after my run. My main concern was Gianna, but once I had a chance to talk to her and somehow explain how things were with James, hopefully she would understand and together we'd find a way to move forward. 

I returned to the room and took a hot, relaxing bath. Between the run and the long soak in the tub, I felt invigorated and ready for the evening. I looked at my watch and found I had about forty-five minutes until I had to meet James, so I began applying my make-up and styling my hair. Since I had put my hair up the night before, I left it down for tonight, styling it loose with gentle curls around my face. I didn't want James getting bored with the way I looked, I reasoned. In reality, I was pretty sure he didn't care one way or another, but it mattered to me. After I had completed my hair and make-up, the only thing left to do, was to get dressed. Hesitantly, I walked out of the bathroom into the master bedroom and looked on the bed. I knew James had picked out the dress he wanted me to wear for the evening, and honestly, I was a bit shocked by his choice. 

James had picked a bright yellow, neon, scrunch halter dress. Just like the corset dress it had a plunging neckline which displayed quite a bit of my breasts, but that didn't really surprise me. Like all the other dresses he had purchased, it was very short, but aside from that, it actually covered more of my body than the dress I had worn the night before. I slid into it and studied how it fitted in the mirror and surprised myself by actually approving of his choice. It had a very tight fit, hugging the curves of my body, but it was a club dress and that was to be expected. The only thing that gave me cause for concern was the color. The bright neon yellow could probably be seen from space. But other than that, I was happy with James' choice. 

It was a few minutes before 7:00 and I grabbed my purse and left the suite. I tried to look confident as I walked through the casino, but I didn't feel it, as the butterflies were churning in my stomach. I noticed quite a few eyes on me, but I tried to ignore them and look ahead as I made my way towards the valet station. I felt so much better being at James' side when I was dressed like this. He had a calming presence when we were together, and I sorely missed that now. I cursed myself again for sleeping so late and not being with him. 

The automatic doors opened for me as I stepped out into the warm spring evening. I heard my heels click against the ceramic pavers as I approached the curb. I started scanning my surroundings for an SUV, as I remembered James telling me that's what he had rented for this trip, instead of the usual sports car. Unfortunately, the only vehicles in my sight were taxis and limousines, that were loading and unloading the people who were busily entering and exiting the casino. 

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed two older gentlemen who were drinking me in from head to toe and talking under their breath to each other. 

I tapped my heel nervously against the pavers and looked at my watch, ignoring the gawking men. It was a couple of minutes before seven, so technically, James wasn't late. 

I scanned the valet area again as both of my ogling admirers approached me. 

"You waitin' for someone darlin'?" One of them asked in a thick southern drawl. 

I could smell the alcohol on them from several feet away. 

"Yes I am," I deadpanned back, without looking at him. 

"Who you waitin' on sweetie?" the other man said, in a southern accent even stronger than his friends. 

"My boyfriend," I replied, without looking at either of them. 

"Why don't you come inside with us and we'll buy you a drink," the first one asked. 

"That would be precarious," I replied, as I kept scanning the area for James. 

"Precarious how honey?" One of them said, slurring his words. 

I looked directly at both of them. 

"My boyfriend works for Blackwater and he goes crazy when I talk to other men." 

Both of their eyes got wide and one of them was starting to stammer out some form of retort, when a large black Cadillac Escalade pulled up in front of me with the passenger's window down and I saw James giving both of the men a deep scowl. 

I tried to hide my smile, as both of the men instantly started backpedaling towards the casino door. 

I opened the door and slid into the front seat with James. 

"You're making new friends I see," he said, with a sarcastic smile. 

"My boyfriend likes to leave me at the mercy of drunk hicks," I said, teasingly. 

He smiled warmly at me and we shared a few minutes of comfortable silence as we pulled onto the Las Vegas strip. 

"How late did you and Flame stay up?" James said, breaking the silence. 

I didn't want him to ask me about last night, but I knew he would. 

"I'm not sure what time it was exactly, but the sun was up," I said quietly. 

"It sounds like I missed a lot when I fell asleep. You obviously enjoyed being with her, didn't you?" 

I looked down shyly, "Yes, I did James." 

He paused for a moment while he waited for traffic to clear the intersection so he could make a left hand turn. 

"It was the most sensual and erotic thing I've ever witnessed," he said, looking directly in my eyes. "You were so passionate with her, just like you are with me." 

It was embarrassing by the way he was talking about me. I felt very conflicted about what I'd done with Megyn last night, especially because of my relationship with Gianna, and calling me 'passionate' wasn't helping my guilty conscience. 

"She was an amazing lover and it's easy to feel passion when you're with someone like that," I said hesitantly. 

"I know that feeling," he said, giving me a sly smile. 

I looked down, as I felt my face glow red in embarrassment. 

"You voiced concern about the three of us being together last night when we were at the club, are you ok with everything that happened?" he said. 

"There were times when it was difficult," I said honestly, "but maybe it wasn't as bad as what I had originally envisioned." 

"I'm glad you're comfortable with what we did." 

I forced the best smile I could, trying to reassure him that I was comfortable with last night's events, or more accurately, trying to reassure myself. 

"I noticed she left you a note," his voicing breaking me out of my thoughts, "what did it say?" 

I took a deep breath. 

"She told me that she wanted to see me again and she gave me her number," I said cautiously. 

His eyes widened as he looked at me with surprise. 

"You must have really made a connection with her then." 

James was right, we had made a connection. However, we may have made more of a connection than I had originally wanted. 

"We got along really well, and there was chemistry between us. I think we both felt that last night," I said. 

He looked at me approvingly, "I like this side of you Melanie, when you're wanton and wild." 

"You just bring that out in me," I said teasingly. 

Thank God that ended the conversation about last night. I didn't quite know yet how I felt about everything we had done together and talking about it with James made dealing with my feelings that much more difficult. I was anxious to change the subject and put last night behind us. I could figure out how I felt about Gianna and Megyn later. 

We pulled onto the freeway and started heading West and my heart skipped a beat. Oh God, please don't tell me we are going where I think we might be going. 

"So what's on the agenda for this evening?" I said nonchalantly, trying to hide my nervousness. 

"We are going to eat at my Italian restaurant in Summerlin." 

My nervousness quickly turned to panic and my stomach felt like it was being tied in knots. Gianna is working tonight and her shift won't end until nine. There's no way James and I won't run into her. I looked down at my dress and started to panic even more. This bright, neon yellow, club dress. It will be far more risqué than anything any of the other women there are wearing, and how will I explain that to Gianna. Maybe there is a chance I can get him to change his mind. 

"James, I'm not really in the mood for Italian tonight, do you think we could go somewhere else?" I said hesitantly. 

"This is a working evening for me Melanie. My executive chef is retiring and David has been interviewing candidates for the last week. You and I are going to taste some food so I can hire a replacement," he said sternly. 

He thought for a moment and then gave me a puzzled look. 

"Since when do you care what type of food we eat?" 

I wasn't sure how to answer that question, so I looked down. He had caught me, and we both knew it. 

"Look at me Melanie," he said. 

I looked into his eyes sheepishly. 

"What is this really about? It feels like you are trying to keep something from me." 

I had no choice now, I had to come clean. 

"When we ate at your restaurant last month, I met someone," I said slowly. 

He thought for a minute. 

"That waitress, I remember her, vaguely," he said. 

"Yes," I said softly. 

"Tell me about her," he demanded. 

I couldn't reply immediately, as I was trying to collect my thoughts. 

"Her name is Gianna and she's a nursing student at the College of Southern Nevada," I said slowly. "She's working full time at your restaurant, putting herself through school." 

His hard stare soften somewhat. 

"That's admirable," he paused, as he thought momentarily. "Is she just some girl you are seeing, or is it more than that?" 

It was my turn to think for a moment, trying to find the words to explain my relationship with her. 

"It's complicated James, she has a boyfriend and I'm... and I see you." I paused. "She spends several nights a week at my apartment." 

"I see she's a multi-tasker," he said smiling. "She has a demanding college program, a full time job, a boyfriend, and she still has time to get between your legs several nights a week." 

I looked down blushing. 

"So what's with all the subterfuge concerning us seeing her tonight?" 

"This dress mostly," I said, as I looked down, my face once more glowing red in embarrassment. 

"There has to be more to it than just that dress." 

"I... I... I don't want tonight to turn into a repeat of what happened with Megyn last night James," I said hesitantly. 

"She told you her real name?" 

"Of course she did," I said, still looking down. 

"I can tell you have feelings for Gianna. So what we did last night must not have been easy for you, was it?" 

How did I even begin to answer that. 

"I knew it was what you wanted," I said, pausing for several seconds. "She had me so worked up by the end of the night, it would be a lie to say I didn't want her too. But, it's not something that I'm particularly proud of now," I said softly. 

It was quiet for a minute or so until his voice broke the silence. 

"Melanie, nothing will happen with Gianna. However, we do have to go to Summerlin tonight and taste food so I can get a new executive chef hired. There is no way around it and this is something that I have to take care of, do you understand?" 

"Yes James, I do," I said reluctantly. 

As we drove the rest of the way to Summerlin, James told me how David, the manager of his restaurant, had interviewed over fifty candidates and had narrowed the large field down to just three. Tonight we'd be tasting dishes from each of the three chefs so a decision could be made concerning who to hire. 

I tried to concentrate on what James was saying, but I had little success. I couldn't get my mind off of Gianna, and how tonight would play out.



Meeting James Ch. 08



Author's Note: 

I'd like to thank my friend and editor Pete for all of his help. You're amazing. 

***** 

I felt as if my heart was going to beat out of my chest as James and I drove west on route 95 towards Summerlin. Had I been alone in the SUV, I would have texted Gianna to let her know that James and I would be dining in the restaurant this evening. However, with James sitting next to me, giving her an advanced warning didn't feel appropriate. I tried everything I could to hide my nervousness, but I felt as if James could see right through me. Did he know what a nervous wreck I was? Normally his hand on my thigh had a calming effect, but tonight, it didn't help. 

It felt like the powers of the universe were conspiring against me. James insisted that we dine at his restaurant so we could sample entrees which would help him to decide who to hire as his new executive chef. This would have been fine on any other night, but tonight, my girlfriend Gianna was finishing her shift as a server in James' restaurant. 

It had been a difficult twenty-four hours and nothing seemed to help sooth my guilty conscience. I had participated in a threesome with James and Megyn and I tried to reassure myself that because of James' dominant nature, I didn't have a choice. However, I had chosen to spend the remainder of the evening having sex with Megyn once James had fallen asleep, and that was impossible to justify to myself and even more difficult to explain to Gianna. Like James, she evoked so many complex emotions within me. Part of me missed her terribly and couldn't wait to see her. The other part of me dreaded the thought of being in the same room with her. 

About twenty minutes later we pulled up in front of the restaurant. A valet opened the passenger door and greeted me with a warm smile. I stepped out and walked around the Escalade just as James was handing the keys to the young valet. James pulled me to him and possessively put his arm around me. 

He leaned in and whispered into my ear, "Stop fidgeting, you look beautiful." 

Unconsciously, I was pulling at the short hem of the neon yellow, scrunch halter dress that James had chosen for me to wear for the evening. When he pointed out what I was doing, I immediately released the hem, letting it fall on my upper thighs. I couldn't remember a time when I was so nervous, but I tried desperately not to show it. 

We walked into the restaurant and we were met immediately by David, the manager, who I recognized from our last visit a month ago. 

"Good evening Mr. Moretti," David said, as the men vigorously shook hands. 

David appeared to be much more relaxed than the last time I had met him when he and James were dealing with financial issues that arose when an assistant manager was stealing from the restaurant. 

"Good evening David," James said smiling. "You remember Melanie." 

"I do. It's a pleasure to see you again Ma'am," David said, as we shook hands. 

David released my hand and then turned towards James and began to speak. 

"As you requested, I set up the banquet room and I will direct our three candidates to begin preparing their appetizers, if you'll both follow me." 

David led us through the restaurant and I scanned the area looking for Gianna but I didn't see her. Just like last month, the restaurant was packed and there were even people waiting to be seated in the sitting area. As we entered the large dining room, I could tell that David had done some decorating since we had been there last. There were several new Italian frescos prominently displayed, and in the middle of the dining room, there was a large fountain that really added to the cozy, romantic ambiance. 

Almost immediately, I felt hundreds of eyes on me. The elegant aesthetic of the decadent Italian décor was a glaring contrast to the bright, neon yellow club dress that I was wearing and the snide and jeering looks I was getting from many of the older women, reminded me of it. The vast majority of them were wearing longer, more formal and conservative looking dresses and skirts. It reminded me of when my older brother used to tease his girlfriend by saying that she dressed like a 'whore in church.' That was definitely how I felt in the dress that James had chosen for me to wear that evening. 

As we walked through the restaurant towards the banquet room, I clung to James and I tried my best to look forward and ignore the rude sneers of the people we were walking past. To make matters worse, James seemed to be walking at such a slow pace. It felt like we were taking a leisurely stroll and I knew it had to be about half the speed of his normal quick-paced gate. Then I realized it wasn't just happenstance, he was doing it on purpose! He had to know how mortifying this was for me, getting these nasty looks from these women, and he was actually trying to prolong this horrible experience by walking slowly, so everyone had a chance to visually insult me. 

By the time we reached the banquet room I was seething from what James had just done to me. I knew I probably looked visibly shaken and I needed to calm myself down. 

"If you'll both excuse me, I need to use the ladies room," I said sweetly, trying to hide the utter turmoil I was feeling inside. 

James gave me a tender smile and a soft kiss on the cheek. 

"Of course darling, there is a matter I need to discuss with David anyway." 

I forced the best smile I could and turned and walked towards the restroom. Thankfully, it was just off of the banquet room and I wouldn't have to suffer the humiliation of walking through the main dining area again. 

Just as I stepped out of the banquet room, I saw Gianna. She was delivering food to one of the tables in her section and almost immediately, she saw me. Her warm smile turned into a look of shock when she saw what I was wearing. I pointed at the restroom door motioning for her to meet me in there if she could, and she slowly nodded her head in affirmation. 

I walked into the bathroom and thankfully, two women were just leaving as I was entering. I first quickly checked my look in the mirror. My hair was holding up really well and my makeup still looked good. I was looking much better outwardly than how I was feeling inwardly. I walked over to the large wheelchair stall, sat down on the toilet and locked the door. 

Why would James do that to me? Why would he put me through that? I couldn't believe he would knowingly make me wear something so inappropriate, and then make it worse by intentionally walking slowly, so all of the old people in the dining room would have plenty of time to gawk and sneer. Was this some type of punishment for something I'd done? 

I heard the bathroom door open which me broke me out of my thoughts. 

"Mel?" I heard a voice say, softly. 

"I'm in here Gianna," I said quietly and unlocked the door to the stall. 

She walked into the stall and we quickly embraced, our lips touching as we shared a tender kiss. It felt so good to be with her and just being in her presence, immediately calmed me down. 

"How are you honey?" She said softly. 

"I'm doing Ok, I think." 

"Well, I have to give it to you, you really know how to make a grand entrance," she said smiling. 

Oh God, did she really see me walking through the dining room? 

"This is James' idea of keeping a low profile," I said jokingly, trying to make light of what he had just put me through. 

She gave me a puzzled look. 

"I think it's more of his way of showing you off, or announcing to everyone in the restaurant the 'eye candy' on his arm," she said in a serious tone. 

I looked down, feeling deeply embarrassed by her statement. I had never thought of myself in that way: 'eye candy' to be displayed in front of others. Of course, I loved dressing in sexy clothes and showing off a bit, however, only when it was appropriate and when I fitted in with everyone else, such as when I went clubbing. Gianna was right. Making me wear this bright yellow club dress was James' way of making sure I'd stand out from everyone else in the restaurant, and when he walked slowly, that was him making sure everyone had the opportunity to see me. 

That realization made me feel sick to my stomach. 

"Mel listen, I'm sorry," she said in a soft tone. "It's not my place to say anything about how you choose to dress. I'm just happy to see you." 

I pulled her in tight and we kissed passionately, our tongues lightly touched in our romantic embrace. Amidst all of the chaos and upheaval that James was putting me through, Gianna was my rock and I honestly didn't know what I'd do without her. 

We broke our kiss, "I have to get back out onto the floor honey, and you had better get back to that crazy man of yours," she said, keeping her voice low. 

We smiled at each other as I watched her turn and open the door to the stall and then exit the bathroom. 

I took a deep breath, and walked out of the bathroom and back into the spacious banquet room where I saw James seated at a large table in the middle of the room. It felt strange, the two of us alone in such an expansive space that was designed to seat at least a hundred people. 

James rose when he saw me approach the table, and pulled out my chair to assist me in taking my seat. Like the rest of the restaurant, the banquet room was beautifully decorated in a classic Italian theme with intricate crown moldings and large paintings which displayed different scenes from Italy. There were several crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling which gave the room an elegant, romantic ambiance. The large table was set with a sparkling white linen tablecloth, fine china, intricately designed stemware, and three different crystal glasses for beverages. They had obviously made a lot of upgrades since we had been here last month, because I couldn't remember the restaurant being nearly this elegant. 

Talking with Gianna had helped settle my nerves and as I felt James put his hand on my thigh, I started to feel relaxed and comfortable. I was still upset at the whole 'yellow dress' incident, but I decided to let it drop, at least for now. 

It was so wonderful being alone with James as we sipped our wine and he told me about the various upgrades that they were doing to the restaurant, most of which I'd already noticed. 

Several minutes later, David entered the room. 

"The appetizers will arrive shortly Mr. Moretti and I located the server you wished to speak to, she will be here momentarily as well." 

"Thank you David," James said nonchalantly, as he turned and quickly left the room. 

Before I had a chance to ask James what was going on, Gianna appeared and was walking towards us. 

My mouth opened in complete surprise. Gianna was the server that James wanted to speak to? She had changed out of her server's uniform and was now wearing a short, white jean skirt and a pretty pink lace top with sandals; presumably the clothes she wore to work before she changed into her uniform. 

Once she reached our table she hesitantly began to speak, "David said that you wanted to speak with me." 

She looked so nervous, I was sure that she thought she was somehow in trouble. 

James stood and extended his hand, "I'm James Moretti, and it's very nice to make your acquaintance." 

I watched as they shook hands. Gianna's expression softened as she started to realize that her boss wasn't upset with her. 

I'm Gianna Fiscella, and it's nice to meet you too." 

"Am I correct in assuming that you are Italian?" 

She smiled, "Yes, Sicilian actually, my family is originally from Palermo." 

"I have a favor to ask of you. Melanie and I would love it if you would join us for dinner. I'm in the process of hiring a new executive chef and we are going to be sampling various Italian dishes and I'd appreciate if you'd give me your expert opinion." 

I watched as Gianna blushed slightly. James could be so charming and smooth. Their interaction reminded me of the first night we met, when it felt as if he had swept me off of my feet. 

"I'd love to have dinner with you both," she said warmly. 

"Please sit here," James said, as he slid one chair to the left so Gianna could sit in-between us. 

Over the next two hours we sampled some of the most delicious Italian food that I had ever eaten. All three chefs were at the top of their game as they prepared amazing Italian dishes for us to eat. We must have tried at least fifty appetizers, entrees, and desserts. 

While we enjoyed the delicious dishes, David sat with us and was relegated to the role of secretary, jotting down which entrees and appetizers we liked best and the ones that we felt weren't as good as the others. 

While we ate, Gianna gave James her impression of each dish. Once James learned that she had been to Italy several times with her parents and travelled extensively through the country visiting her relatives, he really listened to and valued her opinion on the various dishes that we sampled. He seemed very interested to know which entrees she thought tasted authentically Italian compared to the ones that had been 'Americanized,' as she called it. 

James also asked Gianna about her coursework and what type of nursing specialization she planned to pursue once she graduated. She told him that she had narrowed her choice of specializations down to emergency room or inpatient care. He also mentioned how impressed he was with her ability to hold down a full time job at the restaurant while taking a full time course load. 

I marveled at how well they seemed to hit it off. James appeared to be very interested in everything Gianna had to say, and throughout the evening, he always kept their conversations professional, or at the very least, casual. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but James was a perfect, charming gentleman throughout the entire meal. 

Once we had finished sampling all of the amazing dishes, and enjoyed bites of very decadent desserts, James spoke. 

"If you'll both excuse me, David and I need to confer in the office and make a decision concerning our new executive chef, it shouldn't take too long." 

James rose, gently kissed my cheek, turned, and then walked out of the banquet room with David. 

Gianna and I watched the men exit the room, and she slid her chair up against mine. 

"God, he's so handsome isn't he?" She said, enthusiastically. 

"He is," I said, quietly. 

"To be honest Mel, the first night we met, and I saw both of you together, he looked so gruff and mean, I really didn't know what you saw in him, and for the life of me, I couldn't figure out why you were with him. But now, I think I have a better appreciation of him." 

I thought back to the evening a month ago when I had first met Gianna. James was so upset that night with David concerning the assistant manager, who had been stealing money. I could see her point, he had made such a bad impression, and she must have thought she was working for some sort of monster. Thankfully, she got to see a better side of him this evening. 

Even though I had only been seeing Gianna for about a month, we never talked about what our sex lives were like outside of each other. I honestly didn't want to know what she did with her boyfriend, because I knew I was developing serious feelings for her. Also, I reasoned that if she shared that intimate knowledge with me, I'd then be obliged to reciprocate, and I wasn't ready to reveal to her what I let James do in the bedroom. His smooth, charming, jovial nature she saw this evening was a stark contrast to the demanding and dominant man he could be when we had sex. 

"Mel, are you happy with him?" her words bringing me back to the now. 

I took her hand and kissed it softly. 

"Yes, he makes me happy honey, just like you." 

We leaned in and shared a soft, romantic kiss. 

Have you ever looked back on a relationship and tried to pinpoint the exact moment when you fell in love with someone? For me, that moment was that night at James' restaurant with Gianna. She was so kind, loving, and nurturing. She could have been furious with me about the yellow club dress that James had made me wear. Instead, she could see how upset I was over it, and offered nothing but support and encouragement. I was so apprehensive when James told me we'd be eating dinner at his restaurant that evening, because I didn't want him anywhere near Gianna. However, she helped me get through a very traumatic event and being with her that evening was exactly what I needed. 

Just as we were breaking our soft kiss, James entered the room. When I looked up, I saw him smiling as he witnessed our embrace. Gianna and I held hands as he approached the table and sat back down next to us. 

"I want to thank you again for your help tonight Gianna, your input was invaluable in my decision concerning who to hire, and I really appreciate it," he said sincerely. 

"You're very welcome James, she said, blushing slightly, "I'm glad I could help you." 

James looked at both of us thoughtfully. 

"Ladies, I feel like celebrating. If you're interested in joining us Gianna, you two can decide where you'd like to go. Perhaps we could take in a show or..." 

Gianna and I smiled at each other, both of us simultaneously thinking the same thing. 

"James, we'd love to go clubbing, if that would be ok," I said excitedly. 

His eyes got wide and slight grin crossed his face. 

"I've never been much of a dancer, but I did say it was ladies choice, so clubbing is fine with me," he said, giving us a mock-apprehensive grin. 

It was about a half hour drive from James' restaurant in Summerlin to the nightclub 'Rain' at the Palms casino. Gianna and I loved to dance and we had been there one other time since we had been seeing each other. I was so excited about getting an unexpected evening out with her that I was very easily able to ignore the hurtful stares, gawking, and sneering from many of the older women as we exited the restaurant. 

James was in such a good mood as we drove down Summerlin Parkway towards Paradise Nevada, a suburb of Las Vegas where the Palms is located. I could tell that he was relieved to hire a new executive chef and I was so happy that Gianna was able to assist him. The mood was light and jovial as Gianna and I gently teased each other about the rather heavy meal we had just consumed. Even though we had only taken a bite or two out of each dish the chefs had prepared, it was still very filling and we'd joked that we probably wouldn't be able to get out of our seats at the club, much less be able to dance. 

The three of us were having so much fun laughing and joking with each other, but inwardly, I was concerned that James might try to orchestrate a threesome like he had the night before. He had given me his word earlier that there wouldn't be a repeat of the previous night's activities. But still, I couldn't help feeling apprehensive because I knew how much James had loved having sex with Megyn and me. I started to get a queasy feeling in my stomach, Gianna was so beautiful, and they were getting on so well, this was going to be a real test of whether or not James would keep his word. 

I heard the pounding, hypnotic beat of the house music as we approached the entrance to 'Rain' nightclub at the Palms. I was holding Gianna's hand and I felt James' arm wrapped securely around my waist. I was with the two people who I loved, and the world felt perfect. 

We were met at the door by a young man dressed smartly in a very stylish black suit. 

"How may I help you Sir?" he asked. 

James took a few seconds to read over the Club's amenities list. 

"I'd like a VIP Skybox, and am I correct in assuming you have bottle service?" he asked. 

"We do have one skybox left Sir, and we do offer bottle service," the young man stated, "if you'll please follow me." 




Meeting James Ch. 08



We followed the young man into the club. The music was thumping loudly and the hundreds of lights were changing color in time to the beat of the music. I felt like I was home. The enormous club could accommodate nearly two-thousand people and had two levels. There were booths and tables on the lower level that surrounded the massive dance floor, and an upper VIP level that had six skyboxes that featured balconies which overlooked the entire club below. I had been to Rain many times, but never to the upper VIP level. It wasn't uncommon to see celebrities, from actors to hip-hop artists, on the second level. 

We climbed the stairs and the host seated us in the skybox. Almost immediately, a pretty server approached the table to take our drink order. James ordered a bottle of Dom Perignon, a bottle of Patron tequila, and three bottles of water. 

It was one of the most amazing nights of my life. Gianna and I hit the floor and danced to several songs, bumping and grinding seductively against each other while occasionally making out a bit. When we needed a break, we'd return to the booth and laugh and joke with James. He was in such a great mood after concluding the business of hiring a chef. It was so nice to listen to him laugh and joke with us and see him so relaxed and happy. 

After spending fifteen or twenty minutes with James, we'd return to the dance floor again. While I was dancing with Gianna, I'd sporadically look up into the skybox and peer into James' haunting blue eyes as he kept constant surveillance over us as we danced. It's a difficult feeling to describe, but just having James there with us and watching over us gave me feeling of contentment. 

The more that Gianna and I drank, the more risqué our dancing became. Light touching turned into full on gropes and subtle kisses transmogrified into lingering make-out sessions, bumping and grinding on the dance floor. I have to admit that it got me hot seeing and feeling the numerous eyes on us, that outwardly I pretended to be oblivious to, as we put on our little public display. 

It was approaching 1 a.m. and I could tell that Gianna was slowing down and starting to get drowsy. We were both pretty buzzed from the alcohol and I couldn't blame her for being worn out since she worked a full eight hour shift at the restaurant. After dancing for several songs, Gianna and I returned to James at the table in our skybox. 

"Gianna, it looks like you are getting tired," James said. 

"I am, it's been a long day," she replied. 

He smiled sympathetically, "We had better get you home." 

We left the club and drove silently towards my apartment, so we could drop Gianna off. I was so proud of James, he didn't bring up Gianna staying with us and he acted like a perfect gentleman the entire night. It was truly one of the best nights of my life. I had spent the evening with the two people that I was crazy about, we had eaten amazing food, drank, and danced in one of the most popular clubs in Las Vegas. The perfect end to my magical evening was when I kissed Gianna outside my apartment building and watched her walk towards the elevator. While James pulled the Escalade away from the curb and we headed back to our suite at the Bellagio, I started to reflect on the only negative incident that occurred. 

This damn yellow scrunch dress. Why the hell did James make me wear it? I was reluctant to broach the subject with him, and perhaps it was the alcohol that gave me the courage. 

"Can I ask you something?" I said hesitantly. 

"Of course you can Melanie," James said, keeping his eyes on the road as we headed back to the Bellagio. 

"Why did you choose this dress for me to wear tonight?" 

"Did you not like it?" 

"It's a beautiful dress, it's not that but..." 

James cut me off. 

"You wore something very similar to it last evening," he said, a slight smile curling on the edges of his lips. 

"We went to a trendy Gastropub and then a strip club when I wore that lace corset dress James, not an elegant Italian restaurant. What you chose for me to wear this evening was exceptionally inappropriate," I said, trying to keep my voice calm and even. 

"How did you feel when those old women looked at you while we were walking through my restaurant?" he said, taking his eyes off of the road for the first time since we'd begun this conversation and looking directly into mine. 

"I felt mortified," I said, looking down, feeling deeply embarrassed at my admission. 

"You have a beautiful body Melanie, you work out, and you take care of yourself, why would you feel mortified because of that?" he said teasingly. 

I could feel myself start to seethe in anger. His condescending tone spoke volumes, he wasn't taking me seriously. 

"It has nothing to do with how much I work out James. I'm concerned with wearing appropriate clothing for a given situation," I said, the anger rising slightly in my voice. 

He looked at me with a gleam in his eyes; I could tell he was enjoying our little verbal exchange. 

"The situations I put you in Melanie and how you dress for those situations will be left entirely to my discretion, do you understand that?" he said curtly. 

"Yes I do," I said quietly. 

"Good," he said, which ended the conversation. 

We drove silently for a few minutes. Dressing inappropriately was going to be something that I'd just have to deal with if I was going to be with him. I mentally added it to the list of things that he obviously needed from me that I just had to be willing to accept. 

We continued to drive silently down the Las Vegas strip. Even though it was the middle of the night, thousands of people strolled the sidewalks traveling from casino to casino, and as I played the events of the evening back in my mind, one question still lingered. 

"Why did you ask Gianna to dine with us?" I said, breaking the silence. 

"I told you earlier, I needed her help in choosing an executive chef," he said, in a playful tone. 

He was still toying with me. I knew that James owned fourteen Italian restaurants and he had probably hired dozens of Italian chefs throughout the years. Additionally, he had told me before that he had traveled to Italy several times so he could sample genuine Italian food, so I knew he didn't need Gianna's help figuring out what authentic Italian cuisine was. 

I shot him disgusted look and turned my head forward. It was obvious that I wasn't going to get a straight answer from him tonight about anything. 

He gently rubbed my thigh sending shivers throughout my entire body. 

"I wanted to learn more about the woman you fell for," he said softly. "Parts of you are an open book, and other parts of you are still a mystery to me." 

I could feel myself blushing. I would have told him anything he would have wanted to know about Gianna, but that wouldn't have been enough. He had to meet her and find out what she was like for himself, he had to have that control. It always came back to control. 

"I loved watching you interact with Gianna. How you talked with her, how you danced with her. It was nothing like how you acted with Flame, ummm... Megyn. There was sexual passion with Megyn, but there wasn't the romantic passion I saw tonight. It gave me more insight into what you are like around the people you love." 

It felt as if my life was a petri dish that James could put under a microscope for his perusal. He had done so much for me financially; did that give him the right to peer into the intimate details of my life like this? Instead of that negative perspective, I chose to put a positive spin on it: He cared about me, at least on some level, and wanted to know more of what I was like. 

I watched as James used the keycard to open door to our suite. I had slept in so late, I still felt wide awake. Dancing with Gianna all night had got me very worked up and I couldn't wait to be with James so I could get some sexual release to all of this pent up frustration I was feeling. 

"Get ready for bed; I'll be in there in a few minutes," he said, as he trailed soft, hot kisses down my cheek and neck. 

He broke that soft, romantic, lingering kiss as we separated and James went into his bathroom and I went into the walk in closet to pick out some lingerie. After rummaging around for a few minutes, I decided on a light blue, babydoll, silk nightie. It had intricately designed lace cups and matching see through thong lace panties. 

I walked into the bathroom and began brushing my teeth and hair. I then scrubbed my face, removing the makeup that I had put on earlier that day. I took a final look in the mirror and once I was satisfied with my appearance, I undressed, taking off the now infamous yellow scrunch dress. Just as I was about to put on the sexy lingerie I had picked out, I noticed movement at the bathroom door in my peripheral vision. I wasn't sure how long James had been watching me, and I turned to face him. He was wearing only a pair of dark blue, boxer shorts. 

"You won't need to wear that tonight Melanie." 

I gave him a puzzled look, he always loved it when I wore sexy lingerie like this. His expression was calm and even as he silently extended his hand. I couldn't place it, but somehow his mood had changed and he somehow seemed darker, more ominous. 

We walked silently, hand in hand, into the master bedroom. At first glance, nothing was different, the giant four post oak bed was still in the middle of the room, the upper posts extending nearly to the ceiling. Then my jaw dropped as I noticed the cable ties hanging down from each upper post. Instinctively, I looked down at the floor and noticed two more cables attached to the bottom posts with thick, velcro bindings affixed to each end of the four cables. My stomach instantly felt sick. 

"Oh God, James no I... I..." 

"Melanie," he said calmly, "do you trust me?" his hand squeezing mine reassuringly. 

I could feel myself start to gently tremble. 

"Yes James, I do," I said, in a voice barely above a whisper. 

"Good, now relax." 

I took a deep breath, desperately willing my body to calm down with every ounce of strength I had. He took a step, pulling me with him as we walked forward towards the bed, and once we reached it, he turned me around to face him. I felt the back of my thighs touch the mattress as I faced away from the foot of the bed. He reached into the back of the elastic waistband of his boxers and produced a black blindfold. 

"I want you to concentrate on the sound of my voice," he said softly. 

My world went black as he secured the blindfold to my head, covering my eyes. A nanosecond before my world went dark, I noticed a cluster of various sexual devices on the table at the foot of the bed; unfortunately, I didn't have time to see exactly what they were. 

"Raise your arms above your head," he ordered. 

I complied while he continued to speak. 

"Everything we do tonight is consensual Melanie. If at any time you want me to slow down what I'm doing, you will say the word 'yellow'," he said, as I felt a fuzzy cuff wrap around one of my wrists. He continued, "If what I'm doing is too intense and you want me to stop completely, you will say the word 'red'," he said, as I felt my other wrist being secured in another fuzzy cuff. 

Oh God, I've read about this, these are safe words, what the hell is he going to do to me? 

"Repeat what I've told you back to me Melanie so I know that you completely and fully understand," his voice said out of the darkness, over my hyperventilation. 

I took a deep breath, trying again unsuccessfully to calm down. 

"If I want you to slow down, I need to say the word 'yellow', and if I want you to stop completely, I say the word 'red'," I said, in a voice barely above a whisper. 

The darkness was terrifying, but somehow, also peaceful and liberating. I could feel myself begin to calm down somewhat as James' smooth, even voice seemed to steady me. 

"Good," he said, his voice now below me as I felt him secure another fuzzy cuff around one of my ankles. 

I shivered as I felt his hand slowly move up the calf of my leg, while he secured my other ankle into the last fuzzy cuff. I pulled against the restraints with my arms and legs and even though there was some play in the cable lines, it felt solid and unmoveable. 

In the darkness, I heard the click of a button on a remote control and then the whine of little motors as I felt the slack being taken out of the restraints, pulling me taught. Another click of the button and then the sound of the little motors whining released some of the tension as my limbs were given more play in the restraint. 

In the dark, I heard his soft steps around me. My breathing was still heavier than normal, but I continued to try to calm myself down so I could rely on my hearing to have some sort of clue as to what he was doing. 

"You have such a beautiful body Melanie, do you know that?" he said, as I continued to hear his gentle footsteps around me. 

Oh God, he was inspecting me, like I was some sort of livestock animal. I felt his hands gently cup each of my breasts, causing my breath to quicken. Then, his hands sensually and gently began to roam and explore my body, touching my stomach, my thighs, and then back up to the molten hot center between my legs. 

I gasped and groaned, feeling his finger lasciviously move over the lips of my vagina. Listening intently, I heard him move around behind me as he gently licked and kissed the nape of my neck while simultaneously inserting his fingers inside me. The dual onslaught of pleasure from his mouth and fingers caused me to tug hard against the restraints which continued to hold me tight. 

Suddenly and unexpectedly, his fingers on his other hand closed tightly around my nipple and I felt a sharp pain radiate through my body. I pulled hard on the tight cable ties trying to get away from the disagreeable sensation, but I couldn't. I was bound tight and there was very little give in the restraints. Thankfully, he released my nipple from his rough grasp and I let out a low moan. 

I shivered as his hands sensually roamed up and down my stomach, causing my muscles to involuntarily twitch at his gentle, soothing touch. 

"I love how your body reacts to me," he said tenderly, his voice seeming to impossibly come from all around me. 

I felt lost and delirious, relying only on my sense of hearing to pull in information from around me as to what he was doing, or might do next. 

His hands continued to explore my torso and then moved, to my navel, and then back to my vagina. The cables held my legs open so wide and in such a wanton, slutty pose, that I was unable to close them when I felt his fingers brush over the soft lips of my sex. 

"Do you know how wet you are Melanie?" he said, his voice coming from below me. 

I felt him rub his fingers over my inner thigh collecting the secretions from my vagina. He made a loud, pronounced slurping sound as he licked my wetness off of his fingers. 

"Do you have any idea how good you taste?" he said smoothly. 

I could feel my face flush a bright ember as he taunted me with his sensuous words. 

"I can understand now why Gianna loves spending hours between your legs." 

My face turned to deep, scarlet red as he used the very personal information I had previously told him to taunt and embarrass me. 

His fingers rubbed against my other inner thigh collecting more of my sticky wetness. 

Without warning, he plunged his wet fingers into my mouth and I had no choice but to taste myself from his fingers. 

"Tell me what you taste like Melanie." 

I felt mortified at his words and remained silent. How could he possibly expect an answer to that question. 

Without warning, he swung his open hand hard until it made contact with my ass, making a loud, cracking sound which echoed throughout the suite causing me to cry out in pain. 

"It's a simple question Melanie, tell me what your hot, wet pussy tastes like," he said in a playful, teasing tone. 

I pulled against the restraints, and then relented, giving into him. 

"I taste tangy and sweet," I said, mortified. 

I couldn't have described it any better myself," he said. 

Concentrating, I heard his soft steps, walking around me, as if stalking me. I was so hot and wet, I wanted his hands touching my vagina, giving me any type of release from this maddening torment. He must have somehow sensed what I wanted because he returned to my nipples, flicking them with his tongue and then taking them into his mouth, as he sucked, and then gently bit them, causing a low moan to escape my lips. 

"Your nipples, they're so hard Melanie," he said, in a soft, sensual, carnal tone. 

Listening intently, I heard him pick up something metallic from the table. I had no clue what it was until something clamped around my nipple causing me to gasp in a sharp, intense pain. Seconds later, that sensation was replaced by a throbbing, dull, numbness. I felt a chain go across my chest, between my breasts and then another clamp locked onto my other nipple. The pain wasn't nearly as intense, I think because I knew it was coming, but it seemed to heighten every sensation I was feeling. 

"Your big breasts look so good with nipple clamps on them Melanie. I can't even begin to describe how sexy they look," he said 

"I wonder what would happen if I were to do this..." 

I cried out as he pulled the chain holding the two clamps together which pulled at my tender nipples. 

"I know you like a little pain don't you?" he said playfully. "I remember how much you moaned when I spanked you, I could see the pleasure I was giving you, and how you gave yourself to me. You've always been that submissive little girl Melanie, you just needed someone strong enough to pull it out of you." 

Hearing his words, I pulled hard against the restraints, but they wouldn't give. His voice, his words, were breaking me down, and I could feel myself surrendering to him. 

His footsteps moved away from me as he walked over to the table and picked something else up. I heard a hissing sound by my face and then the noise moved lower, around my breasts and torso. He was waving something around near me and I had no idea what it was, until it made contact with my stomach causing me to cry out. 

"It's a leather flogger Melanie. I know you've never been spanked with anything other than a hand so I wanted to expand your horizons a bit." 

The small pieces of leather were produced a numbing, dull, aching sensation as opposed to the sharp, cracking pain of a hand. I gasped and winced as he moved the flogger upwards as the small pieces of leather made contact with my nipples within the clamps. 

"You take pain so well Melanie, I'm so impressed with you," he said, as he brought down the flogger on my vagina. 

I cried out and tensed up as I felt the leather make contact with my sensitive lips and clit. Every nerve in my body seemed to be at its apex as I pulled hard against the restraints. The room seemed to spin and heat up when the flogger made contact with my stomach, my breasts, the inside of my thighs, and finally, my bottom as he spanked me over and over. I was sweating profusely, as much as I ever did while working out or running, as he rained down blows on my ass. I was getting close to how much pain I could take when the blows suddenly stopped. 

I was gasping, panting hard, trying desperately to catch my breath. Again, I pulled hard at the restraints but they wouldn't budge. 

I could sense he was near me more than I could hear his footsteps as I felt his hand cup my vagina while a couple of his fingers slipped easily inside of me. 

"You're so wet Melanie, much more so than I've ever seen you. I think you like pain and being spanked more than you even know," he said smoothly. 




Meeting James Ch. 08



His words continued to break me down emotionally as much as the flogger broke me down physically. God, was he right? Did I like the pain as much as he said I did? It was a thought so foreign and terrifying that I had to quickly push it out of my mind. 

I could tell that he was walking away from me. Then, a few moments later, I heard something electronic click on and a low, humming sound filled the room. 

"You handled the pain so well honey, I want to give you a reward." 

Seconds later, I gasped as a very powerful vibrator made contact with my vulva. I had used toys before, but God, nothing even close to one as powerful as this one. My knees instantly went weak as James rubbed the powerful vibrating head against my lips and clit. The currents of pleasure were so strong that I didn't think my legs would be able to support me as they started to buckle and I was held up only by the cables attached to my arms. 

My orgasm was approaching like a runaway train until he withdrew the head of the toy from my pussy. Instantly, the waves of pleasure stopped and I was left gasping and panting for breath. 

"You seem to like that," he said tauntingly. 

I was so consumed with trying to catch my breath from the pain of the flogger and the intense pleasure from the powerful vibrating toy that I couldn't speak. 

"I'm betting you'd like another dimension of sensations added to the feeling of that Hitachi as well though." 

Seconds later I heard him click the Hitachi back on and push it up against my clit, causing my knees to go week again; then, almost immediately, I heard the swishing sound of the flogger make painful contact with my ass again. 

It was sensory overload and it was as if my body didn't know which powerful sensation to react to. In the front the Hitachi, put directly on my clit, was causing my knees to buckle as the pleasurable shock waves coursed through my body. In the back, the numb, dull, stinging sensation of the flogger was causing intense charges of pain to shoot through my body. 

I gasped and cried out as my orgasm was rapidly approaching. Seconds before my release, James threw the flogger down to the ground and pulled the chain between my breasts, ripping the clamps off my nipples. The blood rushing back into my hyper-sensitive nubs intensified the orgasm that wracked my body. The powerful, orgasmic shock waves were just too much and I passed out for a few seconds until I could regain control again. 

Just as I was gaining my senses, I felt James' breath in my face. I felt his tongue lick over my cheek as he used his teeth to pull the blindfold off of me, returning my sight. My mouth dropped open in shock as I looked over my body. My normally pink nipples were red and swollen from the clamps, sweat was dripping from my head, and there was a heavy coat of perspiration on my entire body. 

James had removed his boxers and his large erection was proudly on display in front of him. I watched as he slid in behind me and sat on the edge of the bed. He used the remote control to loosen the cables which held my arms and allowed me to be lowered on top of him, as he sat on the edge of the bed behind me. 

I could feel him rub the head of his penis up and down my wet slit. I pulled at my restraints again as he easily pushed himself into my soaked vagina. In one hard thrust, he opened and filled me causing me to gasp and cry out. He immediately began to push himself in and out of me from behind, in long, solid, thrusts and each time his thighs made contact with my ass, I winced in pain. Because I was still restrained, I couldn't get the right angle to see my bottom, but from the intense pain I was feeling, I knew his spanking with that flogger must have had a dramatic effect on my ass. 

It was such a different feeling as he pounded me hard while being restrained. I felt so helpless and I had absolutely no control over anything he did. I couldn't control the angle, the pace, the position, I controlled nothing. I was his, and he had total dominion over me and I knew that was exactly how he wanted it. 

While feeling his powerful thrusts, I felt him start to work his thumb into my rectum. It felt greasy and slippery so I knew he must have been using lube to help open me like he had done previously. 

He was pounding me so hard and fast that I barely felt his hands slip around to my breasts. I cried out and winced in pain as he ran my incredibly sensitive nipples through his fingertips. I had never felt anything like it before, those clamps had made my nipples almost raw to the touch. 

James continued to powerfully plunge in and out of me, and I could feel another orgasm building deep inside of me. He could tell I was getting close from the change in my breathing. is hand moved down from my breast to my vagina and he gently rubbed his fingertips in a slow circular motion over my clit, which caused me to cry out as another orgasm washed over me. 

I was getting my senses back about me and coming back down, when I felt him withdraw his cock from my vagina. Almost immediately after, he picked up the remote control and used it to pull the restraints on my arms tight, which raised me up and off of him and allowed him to get in behind me easier. 

James was rubbing his cock through my wet lips and slit, lubricating the head. I wanted so bad to see what he was doing, but the restraints were preventing me from making any such observation. I gasped and tensed up when I felt one of his fingers rub along my anus. 

"Relax," he growled into my ear. 

I inhaled deeply, willing my body to settle down as much as possible. Being restrained seem to add another dimension to everything that we did. I was amazed how not being able to move changed everything. There was no pulling away from him, or changing to a different position if something was uncomfortable. It changed the whole sexual dynamic between us, because he was in control of everything we did and I either had to accept it, or use a safe word to 'tap out'. I vowed to myself that my safewords were going to be a last resort. 

His finger pushed inside of my ass rather easily and with little discomfort due to the large amount of lube that he used. It still felt so forbidden and naughty to feel him touch me in this way, especially while being restrained. 

He always made me feel so many contradictions, and it was like the yellow club dress all over again. I loved dressing up and wearing sexy clothes, but not to a place where it would be considered inappropriate. Similarly, I loved the intense orgasm I had when we had anal sex previously, but feeling him probe me, while restrained no less, in such a verboten location just felt so wrong and inappropriate. I found it very difficult adjusting to that part of the process of giving myself to him in the ways that he wanted. 

Once his finger moved in and out of me smoothly he added a second, opening me up further. There was a bit of increased discomfort and a little pain, but after everything I had just been through with the flogger, it didn't really compare. Once he had two fingers moving in and out of my easily, he withdrew them and I felt him press his body into me and he moved behind me. 

I took another deep breath and tried to relax my body for what I knew was coming. I felt him press the head of his cock gently inside my rectum. There was a bit of pain, but nothing as bad as what it had felt like the day before. He had me, as well as himself, very well lubricated and while there was some discomfort, I could tell that slowly, my body was adjusting to anal sex. 

James moved at an incredibly slow pace, inching himself into me gradually and giving me plenty of time to adjust to the feeling of being opened and filled. He felt so big inside of me and the erotic nature of the act itself, felt magnified exponentially by the restraints. As he pushed forward into me, I felt the cables tighten until I could no longer move forward and I was compelled to accept him inside. 

After only a minute or so, I felt his torso push up against my bottom and I knew he had completely impaled me. James stood motionless for a few seconds and let me adjust to the feeling of having him inside me. It was such an amazing feeling, I felt so full, so sated, so roused by this man. He placed his hands on my hips and very slowly began moving in and out of me. There was just a bit of discomfort and slight pain for a few seconds, but that quickly passed and what was left was such an intense, pleasurable feeling that completely seemed to consume my body. 

James knew from my loud moans and grunts that I wasn't in any type of peril, and I felt him begin to pick up the pace. I pulled hard against the restraints as his thrusts increased in voracity. After only about a minute, the gloves were off and he used my body for leverage which allowed him to hammer into me harder. 

Being in the restraints made me feel like an animal in a trap, pinned and helpless. However, it just seemed to multiply every erotic sensation that was going through my body. I longed to be able to reach down and touch my clit, but I couldn't, which made it more difficult to reach orgasm. I knew that if my hand would have been free to reach my clit, I would have instantly orgasmed. Because I couldn't, I had to concentrate on him being inside of me, thrusting into me, and the feeling of the restraints as it limited my movement. 

I heard his breathing start to change and I knew his orgasm was upon him and I wanted to release with him. I squeezed the muscles in my rectum slightly, which caused a groan to escape his lips and an intense feeling of pleasure to explode through my body, as the waves of my orgasm washed over me. Almost simultaneously, I heard him gasp and felt his semen squirt deep inside my bowels. 

Once we had both recovered, James pressed the button on the remote control and the cable restraints loosened so I was able to sit down on the bed. I was totally spent and didn't even feel that I had the strength to hold myself up in a sitting position. Carefully, he knelt in front of me and loosened the four velcro cuffs around my wrists and ankles. Once I was free, he lifted me into his arms. 

"Do you want to take a shower, or bath?" he said softly. 

"No James, please, just put me into bed." 

I felt so sore, so exhausted, so totally spent. I didn't even feel like I had the energy to hold my eyes open. He laid me down in bed and then snuggled up against me, spooning me tight against him. 

"You did so well Melanie and I'm so proud of you," he said softly into my ear. 

Those were the last words I heard as I drifted off into a deep, restful sleep. 

In my deep, dark dreams, a phone was ringing somewhere in the distance. I searched desperately to locate the source of the irritating noise that was reverberating in my head, but I couldn't find it. Suddenly, the ringing stopped and I heard a voice... the voice of James. Slowly, I opened one eye and realized I wasn't dreaming after all, James' cell phone rang and he answered it. It was early, way too early to be awake, given the late hour that we went to bed. 

Slowly, I came into consciousness and listened as James spoke into the phone. 

"Is he ok?" 

"Does he need an ambulance?" 

"Of course I'll be there." 

"As soon as I get off the phone with the airline and change my flight I'll text you the information, I shouldn't be more than a couple of hours at most." 

"I love you too, goodbye." 

I watched as James pressed more buttons on his phone. I was awake enough now that I started to feel guilty about eavesdropping on his conversation. As I started to slide out of bed, I instantly felt pain all over my body. My joints, my muscles, God, everything hurt. As I slid out of bed and the sheets made contact with my ass, a searing pain shot through me and I quickly lifted my bottom up off the mattress. I knew this feeling from when he had spanked me before. But this pain, this felt much, much worse. 

I crept into the bathroom and used the toilet, trying to be as quiet as I could. From what little of the conversation I could hear, James was on the phone to the airlines changing his flight schedule. He wasn't supposed to leave until tomorrow, Monday morning. Obviously, that had changed. 

I stood up from the toilet and looked into the mirror and my jaw dropped open. My normally pink nipples were still red and swollen from the nipple clamps and, Fuck! My eyes started to well up with tears as I examined the repercussions of that damn flogger. 

There were red marks on my breasts, stomach, and thighs. When I turned around, I also noticed a few red marks on my back as well. That, unfortunately, wasn't my primary concern. What took the prize was my ass. There were also red marks on it, in addition to some striped welts, which I knew were going to take much longer to heal. I also noticed the remnants of some type of white cream on the portions of my ass that had welts, so obviously James had already began treating my war wounds last night after I fell asleep. 

I felt like such a disgusting mess. My whole body felt sticky from the profuse sweating of the previous evening's, do I call it, activities? James' dried semen was in places that it didn't need to be and what made matters worse, it sounded as though he was going to be leaving for Los Angeles as quickly as he could. 

I sat back down on the toilet having no idea how to process any of this. It was consensual right? I did agree to let him do this to me right? He did give me safe words, even though I didn't use them. I had to talk to him, he had to help me process this and make some sort of sense out of it. 

James' voice broke me out of my tearful reflection. 

"Melanie, when you are done in the bathroom, could you come out here." 

I stood up and put on a bathrobe that was hanging up by the door and quickly wiped away any sign of tears on my face. I walked back into the bedroom of the suite and saw that James was already dressed and his bags were packed. The cable restraints were no longer on the posts of the bed and all of the sexual 'implements' that had been on the table, were also nowhere in sight. An eerie feeling came over me as I surveyed the clean and tidy master bedroom. It almost felt like a crime scene had been swept clean, leaving no evidence of what had previously occurred. It was almost as if everything we had done was a dream and had never really happened. 

"Come, sit with me," he said gently. 

We both sat down at the small table. 

"My son Jon has asthma and his doctor gave him a new medication two days ago to which has had a severe reaction. My wife is taking him to the Emergency Room and they might admit him to the hospital. Needless to say, I have to cut this trip short and get back to Los Angeles to be with my family." 

I looked at James sympathetically. I needed him here with me, especially after everything we had done the night before. But obviously, his son needed him much, much more than I did. 

"I understand, when do you have to go?" I said, solemnly. 

"The bell captain is on his way up to our room now. My flight leaves in just a little over an hour, and if I hurry, I think I'll be able to make it." 

I forced the best smile I could. 

"I know we have a lot to talk about Melanie, especially after last night, and we will. However, this can't be helped. I hope you understand." 

"I do James. Everything is fine, we are fine, just go take care of your son," I said in a confident voice, that I very clearly wasn't feeling inside. 

He looked a little relieved and smiled at me. 

"The room is paid for tonight, so if you want to stay here you can." 

Just then, there was a loud knock on the front door of the suite. We both stood up and I followed James into the great room so he could let the bell captain in to retrieve the luggage and take it down to the valet station. 

Once the luggage was collected and we were alone, James turned and faced me. 

"I won't forget this Melanie, and I'll make it up to you, I promise." 

He kissed me softly and walked out the door and shut it behind him. 

Once I was alone, the room started spinning and it felt like my world was crashing down around me. I wasn't sure what I was going to do, I just knew I couldn't be alone. I looked at the time, it was early, almost seven o'clock. 

I picked up my cell phone, dialed, and heard a very groggy voice answer, "Hello?" 

"Gianna, I need you."



Meeting James Ch. 09



I sat on the large couch in the middle of the great room of the suite, slowly sipping my coffee. My legs were pulled up in a fetal position with my arms wrapped securely around them. I felt so tired from only getting a couple of hours of sleep, yet my mind was whirling almost uncontrollably as I mentally replayed the events of the previous evening. 

In the short time I had been with James, we had done many things that pushed me out of my comfort zone. At times, our sex had been gentle and loving. But most of the time, he was very rough, aggressive, and demanding with me. However, nothing that I had experienced previously could have prepared me for what we had done the night before. 

I had never let anyone restrain me, and even though I had been spanked during my childhood by my father when I misbehaved, I had never been spanked with anything other than a hand. Being spanked with the flogger, and especially seeing its catastrophic affects the morning after, had really shaken me. 

During the spanking, the erotic feeling of the act itself and the pain just seemed to add to the intense, carnal experience of being restrained. Seeing the red marks all over my body, and especially the deep red welts on my ass, had given me such an uneasy, apprehensive feeling. 

As I reflected, what troubled me the most was not what we had done, but rather what James had said. He told me, in the heat of that intense sexual moment, that I actually enjoyed the pain that he was inflicting on me. The very thought that I may have liked what he did, or more accurately, what I let him do, was almost too horrendous for me to even contemplate. 

I jumped slightly when I heard a knock on the door of the suite which broke me out of my thoughts. Slowly, I rose from the couch and opened the door and found myself peering into Gianna's sympathetic, caring eyes. 

"Mel, are you alright?" 

"I'm fine honey," I said, as she melted into my arms and we kissed passionately. 

"God you scared me to death with that phone call, I thought something was wrong," she said, the panicked tone leaving her voice once she saw I wasn't in any type of peril. 

I sat down on the couch and curled my legs under me and watched as she poured herself a cup of coffee, then sat down next to me. 

"Where is James?" she asked between sips. "You told me he wasn't leaving until tomorrow." 

I proceeded to tell her about his son's asthma, the medical emergency, and how he had to catch a flight back to Los Angeles. 

"An allergic reaction to medication, especially in cases of asthma, is serious, but as long as they got him to an Emergency Room, I'm sure he'll be fine." 

Gianna had nearly completed the third year of her RN program, so hearing her words gave me some measure of relief concerning James' son. 

We sat silently for several minutes sipping our coffee. I dreaded the thought of telling her why I had a panic attack when James left, but the 'elephant in the room' could only be avoided for so long until... 

"Mel, you sounded like you were almost in hysterics when you called, what's going on?" 

I took a deep breath. I was now really starting to regret not being able to pull myself together once James left. 

This is going to be a rough one. 

"You have to promise that you won't overreact." 

"You're scaring me, just rip the Band-Aid off and come out with it." 

I stood up, slowly untied my bathrobe, and held it open, exposing the red marks on my stomach and breasts. Thankfully, my swollen red nipples were beginning to revert back to their natural pink color; however, the effects of the clamps and flogger were still very evident. 

I watched as her mouth dropped open and tears began to well up in her beautiful brown eyes. 

"Oh God, what happened to you?" she said, in a horrified tone. 

"I, I. I mean... We..." 

Gianna cut me off. 

"HE DID THIS TO YOU?!" the fear and apprehension in her voice quickly turned to rage. 

"I'll fucking kill him," she spat angrily, as tears started to streak her cheeks. 

"Gianna it's..." 

I attempted to stammer out the rest of my sentence until she interrupted me again. 

"Turn around so I can see the rest of you" she said, her voice calming somewhat, as her medical training took over. 

I turned and faced away from her and dropped my robe to the ground while simultaneously hearing her gasp in shock. I could almost feel her eyes travel up and down my body as she assessed me. 

"Melanie, these welts on your ass, he almost broke the skin," she said, in utter horror. "If he had, you would have required medical attention because they could have very easily gotten infected." 

"But he didn't break the skin Gianna and there was no blood," I said calmly, hoping that the steady, even tone in my voice would help to settle her down. 

I pulled the bathrobe back up covering myself, and then sat back down on the couch. 

She refused to sit down and her rapid-fire questions commenced. 

"You need to tell me everything that happened," she said, in a cold, demanding tone. 

"Gianna, it was just some playful spanking," I said, trying to make light of what had happened in a further attempt to calm her down. 

"That's bullshit! A 'playful spanking' wouldn't leave these marks all over your body and those welts on your ass." 

She was starting to tear up again as the realization of what we had done began to sink in. Her inquisition continued... 

"What did he use to spank you with?" she paused, shaking her head, "because these marks couldn't have been made using only a hand." 

"He called it a flogger; it looked like small strips of leather attached to a handle." 

"And you just sat there and did nothing while he was making these horrible fucking marks on your body?" she said, in utter rage. 

I looked down, feeling deeply embarrassed from what I was about to admit. 

"I was restrained when he was flogging me," I said softly. 

"Christ, he tied you up?" 

"Gianna," I said gently, looking into her eyes, "I let him tie me up." 

Our eyes met, and I could see the bewildered look on her face. I knew that her mind was grappling and searching... trying to somehow make sense and give meaning to the shocking things I was revealing to her. She started to calm down somewhat and sat beside me on the couch and took my hand in hers. 

We were silent for several minutes as we continued to hold hands and sip our coffee. I wanted to give her time to mentally process these momentous revelations. When we were together, everything we did sexually was tender and loving. We were playful with each other, but there was always an element of sensuousness and softness. She was beginning to realize just how different my relationship with James was compared to my relationship with her. 

"So you're all right with what he did to you?" she said softly, her voice breaking the silence. 

"I could have stopped it at any time Gianna," I said hesitantly, "but it was as if I got lost in it." 

"You actually... liked it... then?" 

"I'm still trying to make sense of what happened, but yes, part of me, on some level, liked what we did," I said honestly. 

She paused for several seconds trying to collect her thoughts. I could see how difficult it was for her to hear these shocking revelations concerning a part of my sexuality that she hadn't even known existed. 

"It's very difficult for me to hear you talk about these things that you say you like, and even more painful for me to see the physical effects of them," she said hesitantly. 

Suddenly, a panic washed over me as I listened to the serious tone of her voice. I hadn't even contemplated that these startling revelations might be a reason for her to want to end our relationship. Maybe I had made a mistake this morning when I called her in my panicked state after James had left. However, I could have only hidden the marks on my body from her for so long because it would have only been a day or so before she would have found out. 

"I know I'm going to fumble this a little bit so I want you to be patient and bear with me." 

I took a deep breath and tried to prepare myself for the worst, if she was going to break up with me, I desperately didn't want to let her see me cry. 

"We've only been together for a little over a month, so I feel a bit reticent in admitting this, but I'm in love with you, I'm sure of it." 

My jaw dropped open in response to her unexpected words, but I tried to remain calm and let her finish what she needed to say. 

"I love what we have Melanie, you're so tender and loving, I've never been in a relationship where I've felt so much affection." 

As much as I tried to control it, her beautiful words were bringing tears to my eyes. 

"But, you can't ever ask me to participate, or in any way be a part, of what you let him do to you. I could never hurt someone that I love, that's just not me. If you want to do these things with James, then I'll try to be understanding and give you the space you need. But this is something that you'll have to get from him, not me." 

After hearing her words, I immediately broke down crying. It was almost too much to emotionally process. What James and I had done, its physical effects on my body, him leaving, and then Gianna telling me that she was in love with me. It was just too much to hold in. 

"I love you too, so much," I stammered out, between the falling tears. 

When she saw me begin to cry, she instantly pulled me to her and we melted together and kissed passionately, our tongues gently playing in each other's mouths. Just feeling her next to me, holding me, meant the world to me, she always seemed to know exactly what to say and do. 

I knew Gianna had feelings for me, but I never thought she felt the same way for me as I did for her. We broke the kiss and held each other tenderly for several minutes until we finally parted and just held hands. 

"I'll try to support you as much as I can Mel, but there might be things that we just won't be able to talk about, like what James and you do when you are together." 

"We don't have to talk about that part of my relationship with him Gianna, and I totally understand you not wanting to, but just being here this morning, it means so much to me." 

We continued to hold hands and enjoy the comfortable silence as we both reflected on the revelations that we had discovered about each other that morning. I knew Gianna wasn't pleased with everything she had learned about me, but I was so glad that I could be honest with her about it and she didn't end our relationship over it. 

I also couldn't believe that amidst all of the turmoil, she confessed her love for me. My elation at hearing that news was also coupled with no small measure of guilt over the threesome that James and I had with Megyn. 

Gianna could somehow, amazingly, understand and deal with me letting James restrain and flog me. However, James paying for a marathon sex session with a dancer we had just met in strip club, and then me having sex with her again for hours after he fell asleep; yeah, not so much. 

The threesome with Megyn, and any other subsequent trysts, was just going to have to go under the umbrella of the things that Gianna and I agreed not to talk about, and I was somehow going to have to try to live with the guilt of that. 

I noticed that Gianna was looking around the expansive, extravagant suite. 

"So this is how the other half live?" she said, smiling at me, her mood lightening considerably. 

"Yeah, this is what I'm forced to deal with each time I meet him," I said teasingly. 

Gianna and I both came from middle class families, but extravagance on this level was just as foreign to her as it was to me, at least before I met James. 

She released my hand, rose from the couch, and scurried into the kitchen and started to explore. I poured another cup of coffee and watched in enjoyment as she admired the elegant decor of the suite while I was mesmerized by her every movement. 

She was dressed in baggy black sweatpants that seemed to somehow, miraculously, mold to her amazing ass perfectly. She was also wearing a pretty pink t-shirt with pink tennis shoes. Her hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail and she wasn't wearing makeup. I knew she had thrown on her clothes and come immediately when I called. But damn, she still looked stunning and I had no idea how anyone could look so beautiful with absolutely no effort. 

She exited the kitchen and went into the dining room. 

"Mel, what's this on the table?" 

I got up and walked over to the dining room table. There was a small, oval velvet box on top of a note that was handwritten on Bellagio stationery. Next to that, there was an envelope with 'Gianna' written on the front. 

She looked at me expectantly. 

"I had no idea any of this was over here," I said truthfully, "but that envelope is obviously for you." 

Gianna hesitantly opened the envelope and pulled out a handwritten note, again on Bellagio stationery. Wanting to give her privacy, I watched as she read it. She smiled and passed the note to me so I could read it. It said: 

"Gianna, I want to thank you again for your assistance in helping me choose an executive chef. Your input was invaluable and I sincerely appreciated it. Additionally, I thoroughly enjoyed spending the evening with you and Melanie and it was a genuine pleasure to get to know you a little better. As much as it pains me to lose my best server, would you consider a promotion to assistant manager? If you're interested, David will tell you about your new duties and the considerable increase in pay. Continued success in your studies. Sincerely, James Moretti." 

I watched as Gianna's face lit up as she removed twenty, one hundred dollar bills out of the envelope. Her mouth dropped open as she looked into my eyes. 

"God Mel, I... I... I don't know if I can accept this," she said, as she counted the money. 

"Of course you can accept it, you deserve every cent of it honey." 

Seeing the joyous look in her eyes as she counted the money, gave me so much happiness. 

"Do you think I should accept the promotion?" 

"Of course you should. You've worked so hard in that restaurant, no one deserves it more." 

She sat the money back on the table, pulled me to her, and hugged me tightly. 

"The money, the promotion, I know this is all because of you Mel," she said softly, into my ear. 

We broke our passionate embrace and looked into each other's eyes. 

"No Gianna, all of your hard work and good advice has paid off; it doesn't have anything to do with me." 

"Yeah right," she said smiling, as I looked into her sparkling brown eyes. 

Our attention then turned to the small oval box on the table and the handwritten note beneath it. I picked it up and Gianna and I read it together. It said: 

"I'm sorry again that I had to leave so unexpectedly this morning. I promise I'll make it up to you. James." 

I picked up the small oval, velvet box and opened it. Inside was a pair of two karat diamond stud earrings encased in gold. My jaw dropped open as Gianna and I silently studied the small, intricate jewelry for several moments. 

"Melanie, they're beautiful," she said, breaking the silence. 

"They are," I said in agreement. 

"I'm hesitant to even bring this up. But, do you think he's giving you the earrings because of, you know, what happened last night?" 

I pondered her question for a moment, mentally playing back the evening's tumultuous events. 

"No, I don't think it has anything to do with that Gianna." 

I knew what she was trying to ask me was, 'Did I think James felt guilty about anything we had done?' I knew the answer to that question was definitely no. 

I knew him well enough to know that he didn't have any remorse or guilt over anything that had transpired the night before. From the first evening we met, James reveled in having rough, aggressive sex with me. Now, after last night, I could add 'bound' and 'flogged' to that list. It was as if with each passing night I was with him, he beckoned me to walk further down this dark, carnal path with him and that was creating a conundrum that I was having difficulty solving. I knew he would never force me to do these things with him. I had to consent to them. But as he pushed me further, where would my breaking point be? How much could I take before I used my safe words and tapped out? That was the question that was haunting me. 

If James did have a regret, it was leaving this morning without talking to me and making sure I was okay with everything that we had done. 

Thankfully, that ended our discussion of the previous night's activities. I was still trying to make sense of everything that had happened, and answering questions from Gianna, only made that more difficult. 

I amorously took Gianna's hand and gave her an impromptu guided tour of the suite. While we went from room to room, she marveled at the decadent, extravagant decor. We paused briefly inside the walk-in closet that was attached to the 'hers' bathroom. I watched as she began thumbing through the very provocative club dresses that James purchased for me to wear. Instantly, I began playing back the 'Yellow Scrunch Dress' incident of the night before in my mind. 

"He really does expect you to wear these dresses when you are out with him, doesn't he?" 

"Yes he does," I said hesitantly. 

"Someday you're going to have to explain 'James Moretti Logic' to me", she said. 

"The minute I understand it honey, you'll be the next to know." 

She smiled and lovingly and took my hand, "C'mon, let's get you cleaned up." 

We walked into the bathroom together and Gianna turned on the water in the large brown stone resin tub. I watched as she poured scented oil and dropped bath salts into the steaming hot water. While I was loosening my bathrobe, I saw her slide her pink t-shirt up over her head and begin to slip off her tennis shoes. 

"And just what are you doing?" I said. 

"I'm joining you, of course," she said, smiling seductively. 

After we had both finished undressing, I watched Gianna slip into the water and slide up against the back of the large tub. I entered the tub after her and then sat down in the water, both of us facing the same direction. I then slid back and felt her wrap her arms around me, holding me securely, lovingly while her breasts pressed into my back. 

The warm, soothing water felt so good on my aching joints and muscles. It may sound obvious, but I had never realized that dominant sex play like I had experienced the night before, could be so physically demanding and mentally exhausting. 

I knew I couldn't discuss it with Gianna, especially when I could hardly admit it to myself, but as I played back the events of the previous evening, I came to the realization that what we had done was intensely erotic to me. To give up all control and put an almost incalculable amount of trust in another person for my safety and well-being, had elevated our sexual intimacy to a plane that I didn't even know existed. Additionally, there was an element of danger and extreme taboo involved in this type of sex play that perhaps should have worried me. However, it only seemed to add another dimension to the intense, erotic nature of the act itself. Even though I was certain that I couldn't handle that type of intense play every time James and I had sex, it was as if Pandora's preverbal box had been opened, and I knew I couldn't go back to the conventional and ordinary sex I had experienced before I met James. 

I moaned as I felt Gianna's mouth gently kiss my neck which quickly brought me back to the now. I closed my eyes and enjoyed her tender, loving ministrations to one of the most sensitive and erogenous areas of my body. Under the water, her hands began to roam. They moved up and down my stomach, over my thighs, and then over my breasts. My nipples hardened as they slipped between each of her fingers. 




Meeting James Ch. 09



"I missed you so much honey," she said in a low, husky voice. "I know it was only a couple of days, but it felt like months, and all I could think about was holding you again." 

I tried to return her affectionate words with commensurate ones of my own, but my voice was lost when I felt her hands move lower from my breasts to between my legs. I gasped as the tips of her fingers exquisitely drifted over the lips of my sex. I closed my eyes and enjoyed her delicate, deft touch. 

"Oh God Gianna," I moaned, when I felt two of her fingers slip inside me. 

I felt a rush of pleasure course through my body as she gently moved her fingers in and out of me. Her other arm was wrapped securely around me, holding me, and insuring my body would remain firmly crushed against hers. My hips were moving almost involuntarily, meeting the gentle thrusting of her fingers as the water rippled around us and threaten to spill out of the tub and onto the marble floor. 

I felt dizzy, a combination of the warm, soothing, fragrant, water and Gianna's tender, gentle touch. My breathing became heavier and increasingly labored as the pleasure of my orgasm was beginning to overtake me. 

"Yeah Mel, let it go for me baby," she cooed seductively into my ear. 

It felt as if the walls of the bathroom were going to crash down around me as a very powerful orgasm rocked my body. Gianna continued to hold me securely against her as I came down from the peak and once again regained my senses. 

During the next several minutes we washed each other with the loofah, then stepped out of the tub and dried each other with the large fluffy towels. It felt so good to be with her that morning. It's difficult to describe a feeling that's so simplistically complicated, but to be in love and have that love be openly and freely returned is one of life's most simple and enjoyable pleasures. 

I took Gianna's hand and we walked from the bathroom into the master bedroom and got into the bed facing each other on our knees. I could see the hungry, almost desperate look in her eyes. We leaned in towards each other and our lips met in a passionate embrace. We spent several minutes making out with our lips locked tightly together and our tongues exploring each other's mouths. I pulled her closer, eliminating the space between us, feeling her breasts crush into mine as our bodies rubbed sensuously together. 

"Oh God Mel please, put your mouth on me," she moaned, when our lips broke contact. 

I playfully pushed her back onto the pillows at the head of the bed and she invitingly opened her legs wide for me and I crawled in between them. Still on my knees, I leaned in and kissed her stomach and felt her hands run through my long blonde hair. I playfully kissed between her breasts while listening to her moan. I then took one of her nipples into my mouth and sucked tenderly before releasing it and sucking on the other. Each hardening immediately after I rolled them around on my tongue. She let out a low gasp while I continued to slowly, luxuriously tease her breasts with my tongue. After releasing her nipple, I moved up her torso and my mouth gently possessed hers again. 

Our tongues played together while I felt her hands roam up and down my body. The harder we kissed, the more her breathing became more shallow, more urgent. My bare mound was pressing against hers and I could feel the heat and wetness emanate from between her legs. 

I leaned up and away from her and gently put my hands on the back of her thighs and carefully rolled her legs back until her knees were on either side of her ears. Like me, Gianna incorporated an almost daily routine of yoga in her workouts which made her incredibly flexible. 

I very gently rubbed the tips of my fingers over the puffy pink lips of her wet vagina and little puckered bottom. Our eyes met briefly and I opened my mouth and let a long string of saliva drip down onto her asshole. Teasing her, I gently rubbed it around and some of it escaped down to her her sex. With one hand I reached underneath, through her leg and up until I gently began rubbing my fingertips over her wet slit. With my other hand, I continued to rub my saliva over her bottom. Once I could see she was well lubed, I began flicking my tongue over her little puckered hole and using the tip I gently pushed my saliva into her. 

Her clit was very engorged and it began to push out of the protective hood; I immediately ran my fingers over it as I continued to push my tongue in and out of her bottom. Her breathing was very labored and she elicited gasps and moans and her pelvis gyrated almost involuntarily so that I had to hold her thighs tight, to ensure that my tongue and fingers remained in contact. 

Her bottom was very well lubed from my tongue and I gently pushed a finger inside it while simultaneously flicking and licking her engorged clit. As I did this, I felt her thighs clamp around my head, while her body began to shake and convulse. 

"Oh God right there Mel, Yes!" she screamed, as her orgasm quickly overtook her. 

I withdrew my tongue and let her recover and come down from the peak. 

Once I could see that she had her wits were back about her, I helped her lower her legs down and she smiled and then slowly spread them for me again. 

"And just what do you want?" I said, raising one eyebrow. 

"Please Mel, do that again," she whimpered. 

Without hesitation, I locked my mouth back onto her vagina. She leaned back and opened her legs even wider for me, giving me better access. I heard a low moan escape her lips as I worked my tongue up and down her slit and then gently pushed it inside of her. She was babbling almost incoherently, but I could tell she was enjoying what I was doing. I wrapped my arms around both of her thighs, holding her still while i licked the walls of her vagina. Her hips were moving in a slow steady rhythm as I continue to lick her. I felt her foot rest gently on my back as I withdrew my tongue and licked up and down her wet slit. 

From the change in her breathing, I knew she was getting close again and I made my tongue long and flat while licking her clit with just the tip. Her breathing changed to short, shallow pants as I continue to roll the hood of her clit side to side, and then up and down. 

I looked up from between her legs just as her eyes were rolling into the back of her head and she let out one long gasp, as her body went rigid and then began to shake in orgasm. Wanting to give her respite, I withdrew my tongue and gave her time to recover. 

I slid up her body and she pulled me tight against her. 

"Oh God Mel, I've missed you so much, and of course I miss that," she said, smiling at me. 

We began kissing again and I could tell she was ready to reciprocate, but because of the long luxurious bath and only getting a couple hours sleep, I felt exhausted and I knew I had to get some rest. 

"Honey, I can barely hold my eyes open. Would it be okay if I took a little nap?" 

"Of course baby, that would be fine." 

I flipped over and I felt Gianna pull me into her arms and we spooned together tightly. The last thing I remember were her soft gentle kisses to the nape of my neck as I fell into a deep, restful sleep. 

********************** 

It was dead week. That dreaded week before final exams, where all students are presumed to be studying before the five days of finals in all their classes. In reality, most of my friends found a little time to take study breaks and go out to have a good time. For me, that meant spending time with Gianna. 

She was still staying over three of four nights a week at my apartment. A couple of times I had thought of asking her to move in with me, then I would lose my nerve when I thought that might be moving too quickly or put unwanted pressure on her. I had already purchased a chest of drawers for her things and half my closet was filled with her clothes. I knew that some of her belongings were in the house that she shared with her roommates in North Las Vegas, but as much time as she spent in my apartment, it felt like we were already living together, at least to me. 

I had gotten out of class at noon and spent a couple of hours studying at the library for my Marketing final. Gianna had texted me earlier and told me she'd be at my apartment around four and since she didn't have to work that evening, I wanted to have dinner ready for her when she got there. I went by the market on my way home and purchased the ingredients to make a Cobb Salad, her favorite meal. 

Just as I was putting the finishing touches on the greens, I heard the front door open. Perfect timing, she's home. 

"Hi honey, how was your day?" 

"It was good, but my finals are going to be a real bitch," she said. 

We slipped into an easy embrace and gently kissed. However, I could tell something was off immediately. She always stressed about her classes and grades, it was just the way she was, however, I got the feeling this was something more. I decided to wait her out and let her tell me what was going on. 

She was wearing dark blue nurse's scrubs and white tennis shoes. Her hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail, and even though she had been on her feet all day, she still looked beautiful. 

"Everything go okay at work last night?" I said nonchalantly, trying to subtly draw her out. 

"Yeah, I'm still trying to adjust to the whole 'boss' thing, but I really love it." 

Her promotion to Assistant Manager had come with some growing pains. She had to work more closely now with David, the general manager, which wasn't always easy. However, James had nearly doubled her salary, so I knew she was being well compensated for any additional stress. 

"Mel, you didn't have to cook," she said smiling. "Can I help with anything?" 

"You can open a bottle of wine and then have a seat, sexy. It's all done and we're ready to eat." 

I watched as she glided across the room, as if on air, and retrieved the wine. She grabbed some glasses and met me at the table just as I was bringing over the sliced bread. 

We talked between bites about our classes and the goings on at James' restaurant. When they weren't preparing and serving gourmet Italian food, the cooks and wait staff seemed to get into quite a bit of mischief and it was one of my favorite pastimes discovering who was sleeping with whom, behind whose back. 

After we had finished our meal, Gianna refilled both wine glasses which emptied the bottle. 

Okay... right about... now... 

"Mel, we need to talk." 

There it was. I knew the woman I loved all too well. 

"We do huh?" I said, smiling. 

She took a deep breath as if trying to summon the courage to broach whatever subject that had obviously been weighing on her. 

"When Tim picked me up last night, he asked me where I was the night before." 

Tim was Gianna's boyfriend, the one who had no idea she was bi-sexual, or that she had been seeing me and spending so much time at my apartment. 

"What did you tell him?" 

"I told him the truth Mel." 

My jaw dropped open. 

"Some liar you are, you fold at the first question," I said teasingly, trying to lighten the mood. 

She gave me a soft smile. 

"Tim told me he has dropped by a few times when I wasn't home, of course, that's because I was here with you," she paused for a moment to collect her thoughts, "my roommates didn't know what to tell him so he became suspicious." 

"How much did you tell him?" 

"I told him everything." 

We both remained silent for a minute or so until she continued speaking. 

"Naturally, he was very upset. You're the only secret I've ever kept from him, so he felt very hurt and betrayed. After I answered him, neither of us spoke the entire way home and when we got to my house, he told me he needed time to think. I wasn't sure what to say, so I just got out of the car and when I did, he drove away without saying good bye." 

God, that sounded harsh. I wasn't sure what to say or how to react, so I didn't say anything. 

"When I saw him today, we had a long talk on our lunch break and we were able to clear the air somewhat. When I met you, I really had no expectations. I mean, besides the fact that I knew I wanted you." 

I smiled slightly, remembering that first heated night we spent together. 

"Then, we just clicked, and I knew I wanted to see more of you, and then all of the sudden I started to develop feelings for you and..." 

She paused again to collect her thoughts. 

"Maybe I should have told him right then from the beginning that I had met you, but I didn't. He's just so traditional, and so is his family Mel, and I had no way of knowing how he'd take all of this, so I just made the mistake of doing nothing."  

When she stopped talking we both took a long sip of our wine and then looked into each other's eyes. 

"So where does this leave us?" I asked cautiously, almost afraid of her response. 

"He'd like to meet you." 

My jaw dropped. 

"Gianna, I... I don't know if that's a good idea, I mean..." 

"Hey, I met your boyfriend," she snapped back, a mischievous smile splitting her lips. "Fair is fair." 

I gasped, "You can't even compare the two events. I told James about you minutes after the first time we kissed and of course, being the typical male, he thought it was sexy. But to Tim, I'm some bitch you are sneaking around with behind his back, who is trying to steal his girlfriend." 

"Well, that was his first reaction." 

"Yeah, sounds like a fun evening Gianna, meeting some guy who already hates me." 

"Once he thought about it Mel, he thought it was sexy too, and asked what you were like and if he could take us out to dinner this weekend, so he could see for himself who I'm spending so much time with." 

I wasn't sure how to react to her last statement. What was he expecting, dinner, or more? 

"What did you tell him about me?" 

"Just, you know, the basics." 

"So you didn't go into detail about us... I mean... intimate things?" 

She gasped, "Oh God, no. I mean, he knows.. you know, but I didn't go into minutiae concerning what we do in bed together." 

I wasn't sure that I wanted to meet Tim, especially if he had preconceived negative opinions of me. However, Gianna did have a point. She didn't balk at meeting James that night in his restaurant and if I refused to meet Tim, it would put an enormous strain on her relationship with him as well as negatively affect my relationship with her. It was quickly becoming obvious that I didn't have much of a choice. 

"You better tell him that he has to take us someplace nice," I said, with a relenting smile. 

***************** 

My knees were knocking together and I felt sick to my stomach. It was Friday night and I had agreed to meet Gianna and Tim at '35 Steaks + Martinis' inside the 'Hard Rock' just off the Las Vegas Strip. Even though it was only a couple of miles from my downtown apartment, it took me nearly an hour to get there and valet the Land Rover in the heavy Friday-night traffic. 

I must have tried on ten different outfits once I got out of the shower. What the hell do you wear when you are meeting your girlfriend's boyfriend for the first time? After what felt like hours in front of the mirror, I finally settled on a black, strappy-back, sleeveless cocktail dress. I also chose to wear faux leather, black wing accent gladiator sandals that went perfectly with the little short frock. To complete the look, I selected a black silk bra with a matching thong. 

While sliding the tiny thong up my thighs, I paused for a moment to examine my bare vagina. Earlier in the week, I had completed my second laser treatment which was permanently removing my pubic hair. The technician told me that I'd need at least four more treatments to ensure nothing would grow back, and I had to admit, it did feel somewhat cleaner. However, not having hair there made me feel like I was naked, even when I was fully clothed. It was an odd feeling that I couldn't fully square in my mind. 

I still didn't know why James wouldn't just let me shave instead of going through the bother and expense of these laser treatments. There were so many things about him I just didn't understand. I knew that it was obviously very important to him that I do it, and like most of the other things he demanded of me, I just unquestionably relented and gave in to him. 

I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw Gianna and Tim waiting outside the steakhouse for me. Gianna was wearing a little black mini skirt with a cute white lace top and brown cardigan sweater with black ankle boots. Her long dark hair was in gentle, loose curls and she looked beautiful. Slowly, my eyes gravitated to the young man who had his arm wrapped securely around her. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but Tim was very handsome, in an almost non-assuming way. 

He had brown eyes and wavy brown hair that was kept in a short, professional type cut. He looked to be about six feet tall and maybe 165 pounds. I could tell that he was in good shape and had a bit of muscle, but not in an 'overdone' jock type of way. I had to admit when I saw them together my heart sank just a little; because standing side by side, with his arm wrapped tightly around her, they looked like the perfect couple. 

Part of me wanted to turn and run away. I was terrified of being some type of 'third wheel' around them. Summoning every ounce of courage I could muster, I walked towards them until they saw me. Gianna gave me a warm smile, but I knew her well enough to know that she was hiding some apprehension behind the pleasant grin. 

"So, this is the infamous Melanie," Tim said, a slight grin crossing his lips as he sized me up. Gianna playfully elbowed him in the side. 

"You promised you'd be nice," she said, gently chiding him. 

"Melanie, this is Tim." 

"Timothy, it's nice to meet you," I said, softly. 

"It's nice to meet you too, but my mother is the only one who's allowed to call me Timothy." 

"It's a pity she's not here to give you a refresher course in manners," I said, with a saucy, playful smile. 

Gianna's mouth dropped open, "Melanie!" 

Tim and I both smiled at each other. 

Shit. He was a nice guy who had a great sense of humor. Unfortunately, I liked him already. 

"I must be the luckiest man in the world tonight; I get to dine with the two most beautiful women in the entire casino." 

He extended one elbow towards me and the other towards Gianna. We both intertwined our arms through his and he escorted us into the restaurant. 

The hostess sat us at a cozy corner booth near a large bar and I was able to take a few seconds to appreciate my surroundings. The front of the bar had inlaid brown and grey granite that was accented by matching dark oak beams and bar stools. The ceiling had identical dark oak columns and the walls were painted in a plain, off white color. What made the entire space pop, was glowing pink neon lighting on the ceiling and blue and purple neon that lit different sections of the walls, which gave the entire restaurant a modern, hip vibe. 

Tim ordered a bottle of wine and we all decided on starting with an appetizer of shellfish that featured Maine lobster, Alaskan king crab legs, tiger prawns, and various types of oysters. 

After we had ordered our entrees, there was a minute of rather uncomfortable silence. To make matters worse, Gianna excused herself to use the restroom. Even though I offered to go with her, she insisted that I stay at the table and keep Tim company. I had to admit, it was a sly move. 

Thankfully, Tim only let a few more seconds of uncomfortable silence go by before he broke the ice. 




Meeting James Ch. 09



"So, you've been seeing Gianna for about a month?" 

"That's correct," I said, after I took a sip of my wine. 

"And she told you about me from the beginning?" 

"Yes, she did." 

I saw the hurt, wounded look in his eyes. He looked so vulnerable and I felt bad for him. I also felt guilty for being complicit in keeping Gianna's 'other life' with me a secret from him. 

"Don't be mad at her," I said, as I reached over and squeezed his hand. "She loves you dearly, and she made it very clear to me from the first day we met how important you are to her." 

He smiled softly, and I witnessed the aggrieved look begin to vanish from his face. 

"I was pretty sure she was seeing someone else," he said hesitantly, "I was just very shocked to learn that person was a woman." 

"I can imagine, that's a lot to try to take in." 

"At first I thought it was just sex, or maybe she was experimenting, but it's more than that, isn't it? I see the way you look at each other, it has to be." 

The last thing I wanted was to delve this deep into their relationship, or reveal too much about my relationship with her. 

His question was difficult to answer on several levels. Gianna was a very accomplished lover and nothing she did with me bespoke of experimentation. Experimenting with women was something she had done long before she met me. Furthermore, he was right about the nature of our relationship. 

"Just like your relationship with her, our relationship is more than sex," I admitted. 

"I know this must sound very naive, but I didn't know women could feel that way for each other." 

Gianna was right, he was very traditional. 

"We can Tim," I said, smiling slightly. 

"I'll shut up now before I come across as a bigger simpleton than I probably already do." 

We both laughed, and for the first time that evening, I felt really comfortable around him. 

"You didn't get out much in Utah, did you?" 

"Hey now!" He said playfully. 

I could see why she was so crazy about him. He was a nice guy who was obviously stone in love with her. What's not to like? 

Gianna returned from the restroom to a table that was completely different than the one she had left. Tim and I were laughing and joking with each other and it actually felt like we had been friends for years. 

"Well, you two are getting along good, you'll have to catch me up, what did I miss?" 

It was time to mess with Tim a little bit. 

"He was just telling me how you do this thing with your tongue when you're in bed together and it just drives him crazy." 

Tim's face instantly turned a deep shade of crimson that I had never seen before while Gianna simultaneously gave me a shocked, playful expression. I quickly learned that Tim was a true wide-eyed innocent and all I had to do was bring up something even remotely sexual and that was enough to render him a blushing, stuttering, stammering mess. 

The rest of our dinner was amazing. Gianna ordered seafood risotto, I had the Chilean sea bass, and Tim ordered a New York strip steak. We had a wonderful time laughing and joking with each other and it was so much fun to hear them talk about their classes. 

Because they were in the third year of the nursing program, they were able to take many of their classes together and they saw a lot of one another throughout the day. I had to admit I also felt a slight twinge of jealousy. They were the same age, on the same career path, and they seemed to have so much in common, much more so than James and I did. I hated to think that Tim and I were in some sort of competition for the affections of Gianna; but if we were, I thought he definitely had the inside track. 

While we were eating our entrees, we decided to order a second bottle of wine, and because of the alcohol, we were all feeling loose and relaxed. When the check came, Tim nonchalantly pulled out his wallet and gave his credit card to our server. Outwardly, he acted like the bill was no big deal, but inwardly, I knew it probably was. I did some quick mental arithmetic, and I figured that the check had to be about $400 with the tip. I had thought about offering to pay for some, or even the entire bill. However, he was the one that asked us out to dinner, and I didn't want to overstep my bounds because I was getting along so well with him. 

Gianna told me that Tim was a part time emergency medical technician, so I knew that he obviously had money to pay the bill. Nonetheless, I reasoned that a full time student, who was working a part time job, probably didn't have a lot of extra money, especially for such an extravagant dinner. 

It also made me think of James and our evenings out and how that was changing me and my perception of the things around me. He had taken me to a lot of very swanky places like this one, and we ran up some very large tabs, which he always paid without batting an eye. At first, the extravagant expense of everything we did together really shocked me. However, as the time passed, I realized that I had gotten used to James' money and maybe now, on some level, I was starting to take it for granted. That was obviously an attitude that I needed to work on correcting. 

While we were finishing the last of our wine and waiting for the server to bring back Tim's credit card, Gianna began speaking. 

"So, the night is still young, what do we feel like doing now?" 

"There's a jazz club here that I've been wanting check out." I said. "How would you guys feel about doing that?" 

"Oh I'd love that," Gianna said enthusiastically. 

Gianna and I loved smooth jazz music. It was one of the first things that helped us bond as we were getting to know each other. 

"Yeah that's fine with me," Tim said, apathetically. 

I could tell he wasn't that keen on the idea, but he also didn't seem willing to throw a wrench into our plans. 

It was a short walk inside the casino from the '35 + Martinis' steakhouse to the 'Blue Note' jazz bar. When we approached the hostess station outside the bar, we learned that there was a $10 cover and a two drink minimum. Tim pulled out his wallet in an attempt to pay until I stopped him. 

"Sorry buddy, but this is my idea, so I'm paying and if you don't like it, you're just going to have to wait in the car," I said teasingly. 

"My mom taught me never to argue with a pretty girl, so I guess I'll be forced to relent," he said with a soft smile. 

The bar was very full, but not quite up to capacity. It had a small stage at the back of the room, and there was at least a hundred people listening to the soulful jazz music that the band was playing. 

The room was somewhat dark like most bars and tastefully decorated with brown oak tables and chairs that were lit by purple lights that hung from the ceiling. The walls were painted red and were broken up by large black wooden columns, and each column had a black and white portrait of a famous jazz musician hanging from it. The club also had beautiful hardwood floors, and I noticed that a modest space was reserved near the bar for a small dance floor. 

Almost immediately after the hostess had seated us, a pretty server came to our table to take our drink order. 

"We need a bottle of Patron," I said, "and three bottles of water." 

Tim's eyes got wide when he heard my drink order. 

"You want the whole bottle instead of just getting shots?" 

"You're drinking with the big girls tonight Timmy and you had better keep up," I said saucily. 

The live music coming from the stage was just amazing, and each time the band played a new song, a dozen couples went to the dance floor and started dancing seductively. I already had a pretty good buzz going from all the wine I had consumed at dinner, and as I did a series of Patron shots with Gianna and Tim, I could really feel the alcohol start to hit me. After the fourth tequila shot, I was feeling incredibly loose and relaxed. 

"I want to dance," Gianna said, as the band started to play a soulful rendition of an old Miles Davis classic. 

Tim and I looked at her expectedly. I wasn't sure which one of us she had been talking to, or wanted to dance with. She giggled when she noticed the 'lost' look in my eyes. 

"I want to dance with you Mel, Tim's not much of a dancer." 

Once we were on the dance floor, we immediately wrapped our arms around each other and moved in unison to the beat of the seductive rhythm. Being in the "Blue Note' was much different than being in a hip hop club like 'Rain'. We were the only same sex couple dancing together and we were getting a lot of lustful, gawking, stares from those around us. It would have probably bothered me somewhat had I not been so buzzed from the alcohol. I felt Gianna's hands squeezing and rubbing my ass as we began to make out. I knew the alcohol must have been getting to her too, because she was normally much more reserved when it came to public displays of affection, especially in such a predominantly heterosexual place like this. 

"God, I want you Mel," she said huskily, while licking and sucking on my earlobe. 

Between the alcohol and Gianna's very intense public foreplay, I was becoming very aroused and I knew the wetness from between my legs was beginning to soak my thong. 

"What about Tim honey?" I said, between gasps and pants. Damn, her hot mouth was really getting to me. 

"Just go with it Mel, it will be okay. Follow my lead." 

I wasn't sure what she had in mind, but I decided to throw caution to the wind and trust her judgement. 

The song ended and we walked back to the table hand in hand. When I saw Tim, it took everything in my power to not burst out laughing. His mouth was wide open and he had a look on his face that was somewhere between dumbfounded and flabbergasted.  

"Do you know every single person in this club was watching that little performance you two just put on?" he said incredulously. "Christ, they are still staring at you." 

Thankfully Gianna spoke up and deflected his question. 

"This was your idea baby, not ours," she said playfully. "You wanted to know what we are like when we're together, now you're finding out." 

I looked down and noticed she was rubbing the very noticeable bulge in the front of his pants. Tim might have been shocked by what Gianna and I had done on the dance floor, but obviously, our bawdy little display had a very physical effect on him as well. 

"Mel and I talked about getting a room here, are you game?" 

Get a room? We did? 

"We are all way too drunk to drive home anyway," she added. 

I've been told that the greatest desire for any man is to be with two women. However, as I looked into Tim's anxious, apprehensive eyes, I knew what Gianna was suggesting was scaring the hell out of him. 

He started to open his mouth, but no sounds came out. At this point, I'm sure part of the stammering was due to the alcohol, because he had been drinking just as much as me and Gianna. However, it was very apparent that the reality of what Gianna was proposing was hitting him hard. 

"Don't worry about the money baby, you paid for dinner, Mel paid for the club, I'll pick up the room." 

It was all I could do to keep from bursting out in laughter. I was certain that his stunned reaction had nothing to do with money and I could almost see the trepidation etched on his face. A fantasy of his was quickly becoming reality and he looked terrified. 

In all honesty, I had to admit that I was a little hesitant myself. When I met James, I promised him that he'd be the only man I'd have sex with. At the time, it seemed like an easy promise to keep. I had a few friends that were guys, but none of them interested me in a sexual way. Furthermore, spending a weekend with James every month more than satisfied my appetite for being with men. Nonetheless, Gianna appeared to be giving me the 'green light' to be with her and Tim and I wasn't sure yet just how far I'd let it go once we were all together. 

********************** 

I watched as Gianna retracted the keycard and I heard the small motor roll back the deadbolt and unlock the door to the hotel room. As the three of us got out of the hall and stepped inside, I took a moment to take in my surroundings. 

The room had one king size bed and grey carpeting. Additionally, the room was decorated mainly in brown: Brown bedspread, brown walls, brown window coverings, and a brown wooden hotel dresser. The only part of the room that wasn't brown was the white ceiling. My sexual exploits had taken me to many different hotel rooms in Las Vegas, but I couldn't remember any of them having such glaring lack of color. However, Gianna and Tim didn't seem to mind the limited color palette as they immediately made their way towards the bed. 

"I'm going to use the restroom," I said hesitantly. 

Gianna raised her hand in acknowledgement, seconds before collapsing on the bed, on top of Tim. I quickly retreated to the bathroom and even though I was still incredibly buzzed from the alcohol, I still had to take a deep breath to try to settle myself down. The threesome that I had with James and Megyn a few weeks earlier seemed to be much less complicated than the one I was about to engage in. Even though I formed a bit of a connection with Megyn afterwards, it was still 'hook up' sex. In contrast, this 'love triangle' was much different situation and I didn't know how it would play out. Regardless, after spending several minutes in solitude, I knew further delay was just a stalling tactic. 

When I went back out into the room, I tried to try hide my shocked expression. Gianna and Tim were both naked on the bed and Tim was laying back, propped up on two pillows with Gianna kissing him hard, while slowly stroking his cock slowly up and down. Because I was the only one in the room who was still fully dressed, I felt out of place which added to my nervousness. 

Gianna must have heard me enter the room. 

"Get your clothes off honey and come over here and help me," she said playfully. 

As soon as she finished speaking, she kissed her way down Tim's chest and took his erection into her mouth. I had to admit that watching her lovingly fellate him, started to really turn me on while simultaneously easing some of my anxiety. 

I removed my sandals and unzipped the back of my little black cocktail dress. Once I began removing my outfit, Tim's eyes immediately locked on mine. I reached behind my back and undid the little hooks of my bra freeing my large breasts. I watched as Tim's eyes traveled up and down my body while he simultaneously let out a low, guttural moan. I wasn't sure if his utterance was due to his appreciation of seeing my breasts, or Gianna plunging his cock rapidly in and out of her mouth. Nevertheless, the erotic scene playing out on the bed was causing me to become incredibly wet. 

While looking directly at him, I slowly slid my sodden thong down my tan thighs exposing my vagina to Tim's lascivious, hungry eyes. He let out another gasp as Gianna released his shiny, saliva covered cock from her mouth. 

She turned to look at me, and then turned again and looked into Tim's eyes. 

"She has a beautiful body, doesn't she honey," Gianna said, before kissing him hotly on the mouth. After breaking their embrace, she said, "Slide down, it's my turn now." 

Tim silently complied and slid off the pillows and down, onto the middle of the bed. Once he was in position, Gianna turned to face me and then swung her leg over his torso to straddle his chest. She then began scooting backwards until she had sealed her vagina on his waiting mouth. 

I stepped forward onto the bed and crawled between Tim's open legs. His cock was spasming and throbbing in time with his heartbeat and he had a long string of pre-cum that was oozing out of the slit and dribbling onto his stomach. I quickly came to the conclusion that little Timmy had a very nice cock. It wasn't overly long; however, it was very thick and veiny. 

I gently grasped his member and began to slowly stroke him, which caused a copious amount of precum to seep out and onto my fingers. 

God, Gianna had this boy worked up. 

His penis was pulsing and fluttering as I worked my hand up and down his shaft. I looked up at Gianna who was now gasping and moaning as she ground her pussy hard onto Tim's mouth. As I studied her facial expression, I knew from experience that she was already close to orgasm. 

From between Gianna's thighs, Tim emitted a muffled gasp as I took him into my mouth. I plunged his cock down in rapid succession to loosen and relax my throat. A few seconds later, I was taking him all the way down to the root. 

Gianna was now shuddering and gasping as she orgasmed into Tim's mouth. She had both her hands on his stomach to steady herself and honestly, I wasn't sure how that poor guy was getting oxygen. 

Once she had recovered, I looked up and our eyes met. She studied me intently as I fellated her boyfriend and I could tell from the lustful look in her eyes that watching me give him head, was turning her on as much as it was me. 

While I bobbed up and down on him harder, I reached between my legs and dipped two fingers into my pussy, soaking them. I then raised my wet fingers to Gianna's lips. She opened her mouth, licking and sucking the secretions from my fingers. 

Once I had retracted my fingers from her mouth, she resumed grinding her vagina onto his face. Tim's ass was now rising up off of the mattress as I felt him thrust himself deeper into my mouth and throat. Additionally, I noticed that his stomach muscles were tensing up and his cock was twitching and fluttering in my mouth, so I knew that he had to be getting close to orgasm. 

Seconds later, I watched Gianna cry out and tremble in orgasm as she ground her pussy hard onto Tim's mouth. Almost simultaneously, Tim began to thrust his hips upward which lifted his ass up off the mattress and sent his cock deep into my throat. I knew he was just seconds from cumming and I quickly raised my head which expelled his penis from my mouth. 

In truth, watching Gianna get herself off by grinding her pussy into Tim's face with this handsome young man's cock in my mouth, was one of the most erotic acts I had ever experienced, and all wanted was to taste his cum seconds before it went down my throat. However, even in this intense hedonistic moment, it felt like that would be taking things too far. 

It's difficult to explain, but Tim was Gianna's man, and even though I knew she was okay with me being with him, even to the point of me having sex with him, it just didn't feel right and I couldn't take things further. Additionally, there was James and the promise I had made to him. I knew he would be furious with me for taking another man in my mouth, and to have sex with another man, that would be stepping way over the line. 

Gianna had recovered from her orgasm and I looked up at her as our eyes met. Without saying a word, I gave her a look that she immediately recognized. She smiled and nodded her head in understanding. 

"I want to feel you behind me baby," she said to Tim. "Mel, get on your back, I want to taste that pussy of yours, she said, while getting on her hands and knees in front of him. 

Tim and I both complied with Gianna's request. I turned over onto my back and slid forward until my legs were on either side of her and he positioned himself behind her spread legs. I looked into Tim's eyes as I heard Gianna gasp when he entered her. Seconds later, I felt her extend her tongue into my vagina. I closed my eyes and my head hit the mattress as the waves of pleasure hit me. Gianna was an amazing lover and we had been together long enough that she knew exactly what I liked, and how I liked it. 

I opened my eyes and they met Tim's. He was very slowly and gently moving himself in and out of Gianna. I'm sure that part of his unhurried pace was his attempt at holding back his orgasm and prolonging the experience. However, he looked to be almost in a trance as he watched Gianna's head between my legs as she pleasured me. I could feel her gently moving forward and then back as he methodically rocked in and out of her. Every now and then he must have hit a spot inside of her that she especially liked because it would cause her to momentarily unlatch her mouth from my pussy and cry out, and then a few seconds later she would regain her composure and her tongue would once again find my vagina. 




Meeting James Ch. 09



I know that he had never witnessed intimacy between two women, much less be directly involved in it. I was amazed at how it actually added to my experience, seeing the look of wonder in his eyes as he watched the woman he loved make love to me. In contrast, I remembered being with James and Megyn. I know James loved watching us together, yet there wasn't the sense of awe on his face like I witnessed on Tim's. 

Gianna withdrew her tongue from inside of me and began rapidly flicking the tip over my clit which instantly brought me back to the now. Almost without warning, I felt my orgasm begin to build. 

"Oh God honey, yeah... right there," I screamed, as the waves of passion were very quickly overtaking me. 

"Cum in me baby, I want to feel that cum inside of me," Gianna gasped, while shaking violently in orgasm. 

I was just beginning to regain control of my senses when I witnessed Tim shudder and moan as he reached his apex, and I knew from the look in his eyes that he was orgasming inside the woman that we both loved, and a disparate feeling came over me. I cringe at the thought of calling it jealousy, but perhaps that's what it was, because the last time I felt it, I was watching Megyn have sex with James. I hated these possessive feelings and I quickly tried to put them out of my mind. 

The three of us collapsed on the large bed. A few minutes later, our breathing had returned to normal and Tim excused himself to use the restroom. 

I looked into Gianna's eyes and noticed that she was studying my face intently before she began to speak. 

"I know this wasn't easy for you Mel, but I want you to know how much I appreciate it." 

I took her hand and gently squeezed it. 

"I enjoyed watching you both and even though I was apprehensive about meeting him at first... and... you know... doing this..." as a smile broke on both of our faces, "I'm glad we did." 

Gianna leaned in and we kissed softly, just as Tim came back into the room. 

I spent the next several hours watching them make love, and Tim watched Gianna and me, but the three of us didn't engage in sex together. Even though I was very tempted, I didn't let Tim penetrate me which I hoped was keeping at least part of the promise I had made to James. The guilt I was feeling, was assuaged somewhat by the fact that the three of us meeting and being together was important to Gianna, and I felt like I had to be there for her, just like she was for me the morning that James abruptly left for Los Angeles. For the first time, I was beginning to realize just how problematic it was being in love with two people. 

The sun was coming up and Tim had just fallen asleep. Gianna urged me to stay with them in the hotel room, but it just didn't feel right. They needed some privacy as a couple, and I knew I'd sleep better in my own bed. 

As I drove home, I couldn't help but reflect on the complicated state of my love life. I didn't like the fact that I had to share the two people that I loved with others. Things were much simpler when I was hooking up with women I met in clubs and then leaving the next morning, before awkward and potentially romantic entanglements could arise. 

Even though I wished the circumstances were different concerning the two people I was seeing, I was happy. James was opening up a world to me that I didn't even know existed, and even though that was sometimes very scary, it was also incredibly exciting. Then my thoughts turned to Gianna. She was the most thoughtful, kind, caring, and loving woman that I had ever been with, my relationship with her seemed to balance the tumultuous experiences I was having with James. No matter what he put me through, she'd be there for me and help get me through it. I came to the conclusion that nothing in life is ever perfect, and all that any of us can hope for is to be happy, and that morning, I was. 

I had just gotten off the elevator and was walking down the hallway and approaching my apartment when I noticed a small package by the front door. I observed that the parcel had a Los Angeles return address and I recognized it as James' office. Even though I was very tired, I knew I'd never be able to get to sleep until I opened it and discovered what he had sent me. 

Once I was inside, I opened the box and saw an envelope with a card inside. The card read: 

"Melanie, I know you've been studying hard for your finals and I wanted to reward you by taking you someplace special. I'm going to leave you in suspense by not revealing our destination quite yet, but the enclosed contents will give you a hint. James." 

I dug down into the Styrofoam 'peanut' packing and pulled out five bikinis. Oh God, five micro bikinis. I read the almost microscopic tag on one of the thong bottoms and it said, 'Wicked Weasel.' 

James had been many things to me in the time that I'd known him: My benefactor, my lover, and my dominant. I had no idea where he planned to take me or the things we'd do once we were there, but there was one thing I was certain of: There would never be a dull moment.



Meeting James Ch. 1



98 degrees and humid. I had thought about stripping down to my underwear at least four times during the drive. The drive had been so damn long and I was definitely not used to this kind of heat. I live in New York for God Sake! I left my house at 5 o'clock this morning and now, as I looked at the dashboard clock, it was quarter after six. " Shit, I hope he's not freaking," I thought to myself as I pressed on. I quickly glanced at my map; Louisville, Kentucky had been my destination and finally I was there. I pulled onto Evelyn Avenue. My hands were sweaty. I had been so anxious of this moment for three years.

When I first met James online, it had been just a friendship. We talked about our stupid jobs, family, friends, and anything else that happened to be on our minds. I could tell he enjoyed my company and suddenly I started thinking back on all the hot steamy conversations we had. How he used to tell me how much he wanted to taste me, penetrate me, and run his tongue over my body. I got wet just thinking about it!

I searched for the house he had described to me just the previous night. We had talked to each other online and then on the phone to get things settled. I let him know when I was leaving and approximately when I would arrive. Funny how now that I think about it now.... every time James and I talk on the phone, we always manage to get out exactly what's on our minds; how much we want to fuck each other till we can't stand. ( James has helped me to express myself more, I used to be embarrassed to say words like 'fuck' and 'cunt', even though it would turn me on. That's one of the things I love about him. His ability to express himself. ) It would usually start with James saying something extremely seductive to me and from there, we would both be moaning and encouraging each other to cum hard. And last night was no exception. I never even used to cyber or even do phone sex until I met him. I knew he was special and I knew I had to meet. So here I am with a suitcase and a nervous condition, at least it feels that way.

But now it was all becoming a reality. Those many nights when we stayed up till dawn talking about the things we wanted to do to each other was suddenly becoming real.

He told me he would be waiting at the front door for me when I arrived and as I pulled up to the house, I saw the tall, strong figure that had only been a voice on the telephone. He was even more handsome in person than the pictures he had sent me before. His tall tanned body. His shirt tight, sculpting his finely toned arms and chest. The beautiful brown hair I had been longing to run my fingers through was pulled back in a small ponytail. The loose tendrils hooked back behind his ears.

I smiled as my car pulled into the driveway. He stood behind the screen door and as I turned off the engine, he emerged from the house. I was so nervous at what he would think of the small girl he had only seen as a picture till now. I gave myself a quick check. I undid my auburn curls from the clip which held them up and redid it.. letting the loose tendrils fall about my face. I fixed the straps on my plain white tank top and rubbed my tan thighs in a nervous reaction.

As I slowly got out, I took a deep breath. "What the fuck should I do? Hug him? Kiss him?" I thought to myself. My mind was racing. All the things we'd confessed to wanting to do to each other was all surfacing. As I turned my head, my brown eyes met his as he walked up to meet me. I was stunned by his beauty, his body, his beautiful eyes, and that gorgeous smile.

As I slipped a small grin, he opened his arms and pulled my towards him. "It's so good to see you!" he whispered as our lips met for the first time.

I didn't concentrate on the kiss itself, but more his touch, his warmth. His hands ran so gently down my slender sides to my round ass. I could feel his hunger. He gently and slowly massaged my firm cheeks as his tongue roamed my mouth. He tasted like a sweet unknown candy. I couldn't get enough as our tongues wrestled and our juices mixed into a sweet concoction we didn't want to lose. It felt like an eternity before we broke that sensuous kiss. As we both let out a small laugh of relief, his hand went to my waist. 

"So how was the ride princess?" he asked casually as he admired my full backside while I leaned over to get my suitcase out of the backseat. "Ugh... I'm not used to this heat!" I replied. "How do you handle it??" I turned around briefly to catch him staring admiringly. "Well babes," he said. "we go swimming."

"Sounds like a plan to me!" I said jokingly as I turned around. He gave me a hell of a seductive look as I walked by him to go inside. I left my suitcase at the door and we lounged on the couch talking about the ride and some popular places to visit.

Somewhere during our chatting I started to get hungry, so James and I agreed to go to his favorite restaurant, The Texas Roadhouse, to get some chow. Well James directed me to his bathroom. I grabbed my suitcase and decided on wearing a cute and comfortable little summer dress. It was a simple light blue ensemble that I knew would turn James's head. I wore a pair of simple white flip flops with it. The light colors were sure to bring notice to my dark tan, as well as, my dark hair. I clipped my hair up quick, leaving loose the curly tendrils which draped down my neck.

As I exited the bathroom wearing my dinner outfit, James was sitting on his couch. He looked absolutely exquisite. He was the kind of man who looked good in anything. He wore a pair of dark denim jeans that showed off his beautiful ass and a simple dress shirt. "You look awesome princess!" he exclaimed as I did turnabouts for him. He gave my tush a light pat jokingly as we entered his jeep.

During dinner, we laughed as we both told jokes, funny stories about our childhood, as well as family stories. "Have I reminded you of how sexy you are?" James asked. I blushed at the compliment. His deep southern voice turned me on so much as he held his hand out to take mine. As he took it, he kissed it gently. I watched as his soft, moist lips pressed against my soft flesh. I grinned mischievously.

Dinner was excellent as I knew it would. We shared dessert; cheesecake. It was so delicious and even better watching him eat. Watching his lips part and his tongue swirl as he took in his share of the smooth cheesecake. God everything about him seemed to turn me on. He paid for dinner even though I argued to pay half. He was such a gentleman that I wanted to thank him in a very personal way for his kindness.

We left the Roadhouse hand in hand as we smiled and laughed at how nervous we had been earlier. On the ride home, I realized my desire for James. I slowly moved my hand up and down his strong thigh. I could tell he was getting excited from the bulge that had begun to emerge from the dark denim. His eyes trying to concentrate on the road, but I knew he was having difficulty. He wanted me as bad as I wanted him.

He let one hand off the steering wheel and began to run his hand down my chest to my hot pussy. I let my legs spread open and his hand went right to work. I laid my head back. beginning to moan his name. My hand rubbing roughly against his throbbing member. I concentrated on his touch as his large fingers pushed my undies to one side and parted my pink pussy lips. His middle finger running up and down my dripping slit, finding my erected clit and gently, slowly massaging it. "Just like his tongue will do when we get home!" I thought devilishly to myself.

As we were pulling up to his street, I almost orgasmed right then and there as did he, but I wanted to stop before we did so we could put all our effort into it together. I wanted him inside me and there wasn't anything else to it.

We slowly walked into the house embraced as his soft lips ran from my wet lips down my neck laced with strawberry spritz. (my signature scent) My mind was racing as we slowly made our way to his bedroom.



Meeting James Ch. 2



As he slowly guided me to the bed, I took in his scent, which was spread all over the sheets. He smelled so good. I was so happy to be sharing myself with him.

James stood in front of me, hunger and desire burning off of him. I could feel it and I was pretty sure he could feel my lust for him as he slowly took off his shirt, throwing it to the floor and making no hesitations about taking off the rest. I watched as he undressed. Unzipping his jeans, taking off his socks, and finally settling for just his boxers. I studied his body like a student would a book. His broad, strong shoulders, and his little patch of fur on his chest, which traveled down his toned stomach and around his cute, belly button. His hands were rough from his working, but his arms, chest, and face were all smooth and soft to the touch. And so very warm. His heat was intense. I watched his eyes as he studied me lying on my side. My dress sculpting my body. I could tell he was undressing me with his eyes and I loved it.

I slowly arose from the bed and stood up. Walking over to him, I slowly kissed him, my tongue parting his lips and touching his tongue briefly before disengaging the kiss. Slowly guiding him to sit down on the edge of the bed so I could give him a little show.

My body was so hot, my pussy so wet and I was so turned on. I turned around to him as he slowly unzipped the back of my dress. After James had done so, I seductively dropped out of the dress and stepped out. As I stood before him in my white-laced bra and thong, I gently ran my hands up my sides cupping my breasts, fingers brushing my nipples. I undid the latch on my laced bra and gently unleashed my breasts from their cage.

I watched as James slowly took his dark blue boxers off, unleashing his erected manhood. I wasn't sure what the next step was, but James seemed to have a decent idea. He grabbed his hard cock as I stood before him, running my hands all over my naked body, and he began to stroke himself in front of me.

Well I'll tell you! I got so turned on, I almost jumped him right there, but I didn't want to end what was happening before my eyes. I wanted to see where it goes. "Mmmmm, stroke yourself for me.” I said softly as I watched him fuck himself. I couldn't believe what came out of my mouth, but I liked it and it seemed apparent that he did too!

As I watched James, I couldn't help but get into the action myself. I gently ran my hands through my dark pubes as I watched his eyes. He licked his lips and whispered, "Touch yourself baby. Do it for me princess." 

I gave one quick moan and went to work. I let my middle finger run between my dripping cunt and found my clit. As I slowly massaged my erected clit, standing there in front of my masturbating lover, I could begin to feel my body losing control. I watched James as he moaned. His eyes were closed now and he was beating himself harder and I knew he was going to blow his load shortly. As I sputtered words of encouragement, I knew I was also going to cum. hard! 

Suddenly our orgasms exploded simultaneously. My eyes closed and I literally saw fireworks. When I opened my eyes after my orgasm had subsided, James was lying back on the bed. His white semen was a small puddle on his chest. I stepped to him as he lay there and lowered myself to my knees between his legs. He slowly sat up and I could feel him still quivering. I wasn't sure if it was from the powerful orgasm he just experienced or if it was from me being between his legs running my fingers over his strong thighs. I had decided to do something I had never done before and I wasn't sure how he would react. I slowly arose till my head was above his chest. I traced his nipples with my tongue and ran it down to his belly button. I came to the white substance and I gently licked the wet salty puddle from his chest. And as James groaned, I knew it was an approval. I swallowed and felt James hands roam over my back.

"Ride me baby. I want to feel you.” he moaned. "Oh yeah. I want you sweetheart.” I replied. As he guided me to his still very hard cock, I held my breath. I grabbed his cock and gently rubbed it against my wet and willing slit.

I felt him penetrate my warm cave. I could feel his hips thrusting against me. My knees spread to either side of him. I began sliding myself up and down his hard cock. He felt so damn good. He was so warm and the smell of our mixed juices was intoxicating. As we both grunted and moaned, I could feel myself losing control. His hands held onto my hips and his mouth was engorged on one of my hard nipples. He flicked the tip with his tongue as I ran my fingers through his sweaty hair.

I began to cum moments later. "Oh fuck James!" I yelled as he encouraged me to cum on him. I concentrated on his hard member and his body pressed against mine as my juices began to flow like a river. I looked at James as we engaged in a deep passionate kiss. Our lips and tongue merging together as one. Our saliva blended together as he shot towards orgasm for a second time.

He was pounding himself into me as hard and fast as he could as I continued to ride him like a raging bull. I felt his body tense up as his cum spurted into my warm cavern. His warm liquid filled me up to the brim as he grunted and cursed, while I moaned loudly.

My head fell back. James kissed my neck as we both fell backwards onto the soft pillows in complete exhaustion and satisfaction.

As we laid in bed together covered by the sheets, I nestled my head on his chest as he ran his fingers through my hair. "I'm so glad you came honey." he said softly.

As I looked at him, I said "I'm glad I did too babe." I played with his chest as he planted a kiss on my forehead. "I love you my beautiful princess." he whispered as we dozed off to sleep. I was going to have a wonderful weekend and who knows where it will go from there.