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The Deal Ch. 01

By: DekeJeffery



Professor Dawson removed his glasses, and rubbed his eyes with his palms, followed by running his hands through his salt-and-pepper hair. He looked up at the decorated walls in his large office, realizing that day had turned to night. He had been reviewing and grading midterm exams since the early afternoon, and had completely lost track of time. He stood from his chair, and stretched his arms, gazing out the window. There was a small scattering of students walking between buildings on the campus, but most were either in their dorm rooms studying for their midterms, or elsewhere blowing off steam from taking their last one. He was as committed to his work these days as some students were in trying to forget theirs.

In the years following his divorce, he had chosen to channel his energy into his work. He had been with Lori his entire adult life, dating back to their own college years, and now she was out of his life almost entirely. He reflected as he picked up a photograph of his family, taken in happier times, of the four of them together. 

He had grown lonely, although he was too proud to admit that out loud, and didn't share the company of a woman very often. It had been years since he was sexually active. He had thought about it, but hoped that wrapping himself in his work, it would help him forget. Very often, it did not, and tonight was one of those nights. He pulled out a copy of the local yellow pages, and thumbed his way through the various escort listings, trying to decide which one might best suit his needs. This wasn't the first time he had considered this option, but this was the first time he felt confident that he would pick up the phone and pursue it. He was nervous about many things, like being able to perform well, as well as being caught by someone at the university. It was common knowledge that a handful of female students had helped pay their way through college by working as an escort. What if he contacted an escort who also happened to be a student in his class?

At that moment, his peripheral vision thought he caught something moving outside his window, but when he turned to look, he saw nothing. Believing his mind was playing tricks on him due to fatigue, he began to walk around his office, to get his blood flowing again. He stopped to look shelf containing the many awards he'd received over the years, and began to stretch his forty-something, yet slender-and-fit body to the left then to the right. He still had a few exams to grade before he left for the weekend. As he began to sit down again, he stopped. Another shadow outside his window, and this time there was also unmistakable rustling. He was certain it wasn't a figment of his imagination.

He placed the open yellow pages on his desk, grabbed a letter opener from his desk to use as a weapon, and walked outside. The chilly autumn air blanketed the campus, and Professor Dawson clenched the letter opener in his fist as he began to investigate the area outside his first floor office. He sifted through the bushes outside, and found nothing. He wandered to the rear of the building, with caution, and found nothing. Convinced he was alone, he headed back to the front door. 

He entered the building, and found something on the hallway floor that wasn't there when he left – a pink sock. He bent down and picked it up, holding it with his fingertips and walked toward his office to throw it away, and continue his work. As he entered his office, a smoky voice from the corner behind him said, "That's mine".

Startled, the professor turned around, dropping the sock and his letter opener in the process. Before him stood a young woman of average height with long, wavy, jet-black hair, wearing blood red lipstick and a form-fitting black velvet dress. Her figure was voluptuous, with amazing curvaceous features made even more apparent by her attire. Her aromatic scent permeated the air, and her fair skin complimented the rest of her look. At her feet rested a giant travel bag, stuffed to capacity. She leaned over to pick up the sock, revealing an ample amount of cleavage from her naturally large breasts.

"You don't have to carry it like that. It's clean."

"Who are you?"

"Who are you?"

"Professor Dawson. This is my office, and you're trespassing. It's after hours for student access. Now, answer me, or I'm calling security."

"And tell them what, exactly? That an unarmed Goth chick half your size carrying a huge bag with all of her earthly possessions, placing her at a severe disadvantage when it comes to fleeing, entered the building when you left, and wandered into your open office and cowered in the corner?"

Dawson sighed, and lowered his guard. "What's your name?"

"Lavannia." 

"Something tells me you didn't come in here looking for a lost sock, Lavannia."

"Do you have anything to drink?"

Dawson made his way to the mini-fridge in the corner beneath his desk, and retrieved a bottle of water, handing it across the desk to the young beauty. "Thanks. You wouldn't happen to have any food, either, would you?"

"There's a snack machine down the hall..."

"Nah, thanks. So what are you doing?"

His anger, brought on from being startled, subsided. The professor picked up the pile of essays he had completed then dropped them back to the desk. "Grading essays," he responded as he sat. "Have you completed your midterms yet?"

"Oh, uh...I'm not, uh...a student here."

Professor Dawson grew even more puzzled. "Then what are you doing on campus?"

"Honestly?"

"No, Lavannia, lie to me," was Dawson's sarcastic response.

Slightly put off, but enjoying her new friend's demeanor, she responded. "I was looking for a place to stay tonight. I was trying to locate one of the dorms."

"Are you homeless?"

"As of a few hours ago," she took a swig from her bottle, and sat at the chair across from him, "...yep!"

"I don't understand."

"My parents kicked me out."

"Why? Drugs?"

Lavannia didn't appreciate that insinuation. "Look, dude, not all Goths are stoners. I know I look a certain way, but I'm not in some stoner cult."

"Uh huh."

"Hey, fuck you, man!" She stood up, and began to pick up her bag. 

Professor Dawson suddenly felt a twinge of regret, and even compassion for the young woman. "Sit down, Lavannia."

"Why, so you can insult me some more?"

"No, because if you leave, then your search for shelter begins again. The next person you encounter while you're sneaking around this campus might not be nearly as welcoming as I have been."

Lavannia weighed her options, and realized that even though what she felt was less than welcomed, the longer she stayed indoors, the longer she remained warm and safe. She placed her heavy bag back on the floor, and slowly returned to her seat. She took another sip from the bottle, and looked around the office. "You've got a lot of awards here." She picked up the photo of the professor's family, and examined it with great interest. 

"I've suppose I've been pretty successful."

"How long have you taught?" She placed the photo back on the shelf, giving it one more solid look before she turned all her attention back to him.

"Twenty-two years. Nineteen at this university."

"Oh."

"Why aren't you in college?"

Lavannia took another sip from the bottle. "That's a huge reason I'm sitting here homeless."

Dawson continued listening, with interest. "My parents are pretty conservative. Right wing religious types. They're real thumpers, you know? Anyway, they offered to pay for my college completely – if I went to the college they chose."

"What college did they choose?"

"A religious college, half a country away. Now, granted, the 'half a country away' part sounded great, but the other part didn't. People can believe what they want, but I don't believe what they do, and I don't want to be surrounded by it. They gave me an ultimatum – go to the college they chose, pay for another college myself, or find another place to live. The first two weren't an option, so here I am."

"And how'd you end up on this campus, tonight?"

"Took the bus here. When I boarded the bus, I didn't even have a destination. The idea hit me as we were going along. I hoped I might find an empty dorm room to crash in for a night or two, and I figured I'd weigh my options and see where to go from here."

"What about friends, or other family?"

"I don't have other family around here. As far as friends, I have a few, but as far as living with them on an indefinite basis? Let's just say that it wouldn't last very long."

"Interesting...well, what were your high school grades like?"

"Straight A's," she replied with a measure of pride. "Second in my class, but only by a fraction of a point." 

"Have you thought about what you'd go to school for?" 

"What's your first name?"

The professor was impressed with Lavannia for a reason he couldn't quite explain. "James. My name is James Dawson. Is your real name Lavannia?"

"I think college is one of the biggest shams in America. People pay thousands of dollars to better themselves, and they end up flipping burgers, and sending all their earnings back into the system that ate them up and spat them out. Bust my ass for four years just so I can be in hock for thirty, not to mention no guarantee that I'd be doing what I was educated to do? Doesn't sound like a great deal to me, thanks. I'll garner my own education – through life experience."

James noted that she skirted the question about her name, but opted to move past it because he found her answer intriguing. He also found himself peeking at her heaving breasts when she would look around his office. They seemed as if they were ready to burst from the fabric that barely contained them. Lavannia turned her head back to face James just in time to catch him looking. The thought of this man twice her age ogling her body excited her. She grabbed the top of her dress, and pulled it up just enough to keep him interested. She took note of the yellow pages on his desk, and particularly noted the reference page it was turned to. The word escort seemed to jump off the page. Her mind began to formulate a plan.

"So it's late. Don't you have to get home to the wife or anything?"

"No wife. Not anymore." She looked at his hand. No ring. There wasn't even a discoloration of the skin where the ring would have been. Clearly, it had been some time since their split. 

"Well, there's no need to go home alone tonight, James."

"What does that mean?"

Lavannia stood up, and began to slink around the office. She was an intelligent woman, and she knew from past experience that men of all ages found her desirable. She loved and embraced the power that brought her, but rarely wielded it. Tonight, however, she needed shelter. She became more conscious about the way she walked, trying to entice the elder man.

"Well, lets me ask you something, James," her deep voice asked, licking her pointer finger, "...when's the last time you had a great piece of ass?"

"I beg your pardon..."

"Begging...I like that. You see, it seems to me that each of us has something the other wants. It might be fate that we met tonight."

James drank in the sight of the young Goth woman slowly licking the tip of her finger. 

"What is it that you want from me?"

"I told you – I'm homeless. I need a place to stay."

"You're insane."

"Maybe, but here I am, a young woman ready to throw myself at you, and willing to fulfill any fantasy you can name." She began moving closer to the desk where James sat. "How many of these college girls have you fucked?"

"None! That's not something that I would do or think about!"

Lavannia scoffed. "Oh, OK...a handsome older man, surrounded by young pussy all day long never thinks about it? Please." She rested on the desk, inches away from the professor. "You've never stood before your class, and lost your train of thought because some cute blonde wore a short skirt, or because that redhead with big tits wore something that bordered on public indecency? You've never rushed off to the men's room to jack off after asking one of your prettiest students to stay after class, pretending that you wanted to talk to them, but in reality all you wanted to do was memorize her scent so that it would enhance your masturbation while you thought about her?"

James sat in silence, staring at her. It was as if she had been there all those times when he had done or thought the things she described. He nervously peered around her at the office door. "The door's wide open. Somebody might hear you."

"So what," she asked, running her hand through her thick black locks. "Let them listen. I like an audience."

"You're too young."

"Tell me you don't find me attractive. Tell me you wouldn't want to fuck me right now."

James sat silently for a brief moment, and then responded with, "I wouldn't." His answer seemed less than sincere, and he knew it.

"The only person you're trying to convince is yourself, James." She opened her legs wider in front of him, resting her ass against the desk. "Touch me."

James balked at the idea. "If you're leaving, you should do it now."

"I'll leave, but only once you ask me to. So, go ahead...ask me to leave, or lift my dress, and touch me."

James' brow began to sweat. Lavannia took his hand in hers, and began to examine it. "You have nice hands. You've taken care of yourself."

James began to tremble slightly, and for the first time, admitted to himself that he was not in control. In his mind, he wondered if he would have reacted this same way with a woman he would have hired for the evening. "Why are you doing this to me?"

Lavannia pulled her dress up to her stomach, revealing herself to him. She wore no panties, and was clean shaven. Her navel piercing was also now in clear view. She slowly began moving James' hand in between her legs, with very little resistance from him. The tips of his fingers first touched her smooth pubic bone area, and he then touched her moistened vaginal lips for the first time. The erection that James had been fighting by thinking benign thoughts finally won the battle. His cock began to grow, and grow quickly. Lavannia began grinding very slowly on his hand. 

"Put your fingers in, James. It's all yours. Do to me whatever you want." She was playing the role of temptress as if she had invented the term. It was at that point that James broke.

He fell to his knees, driving his face in between her legs. His tongue quickly entered her wet pussy, and she lay on her back across the deskto enjoy it. She grabbed the fabric of her dress, and began to pull it over her head to remove it. Kicking off her sandals, she now lay on his desk completely naked, enjoying being pleased by a man more than twice her age. His experience showed in his tongue's work. 

"Mmmmph....mmmmm..." were the only sounds he could utter as her juices flowed, satisfying his palate. Lavannia slowly ground her crotch all over his face, massaging her voluminous breasts while she did. Eyes closed, she smiled widely as she felt James' finger enter her, and begin thrusting fiercely. Much as James knew he was not in control, Lavannia knew that she was – and that's how she liked it.

James' one finger became two inside Lavannia, finger-fucking her with ferocity. He began sucking on her clit, trying to bring her orgasm to the surface. His hands and tongue felt amazing to her as her breathing got faster, and she began pinching her nipples as hard as she could as she felt that orgasm grow near. Her head hung over the opposite side of the desk, allowing the blood to rush to her head. Her long hair flowed near the floor as she felt herself come much quicker than she had expected.

"OH GOD...OH YES!" She made no attempt to mute herself from anyone that might be listening nearby. "MMM...YEAH...OOOHHHH..." 

James burst to his feet, and loosened his tie. Lavannia lay across the desk, gasping for airs, listening to him unbuckle his pants, and hearing them hit the floor. She smiled as she felt him grab her by her legs, pulling her close enough to the desk's edge so that he could place his now-erect cock inside her. As she felt the tip against her tender pink flesh, ready to enter her, she pulled away and sat up. "Not so fast, professor."

James stood stunned and confused. "What is it?"

"Do we have a deal?"

"What deal is that?" James now made no attempt to disguise the fact that he was admiring her huge breasts as he stroked his cock to keep himself hard.

Lavannia slinked around to stand up on the opposite side of the desk. She took her arm, and moved everything on the surface of the desk to the floor with one huge sweep, crashing pens, papers, the yellow pages, and an empty coffee mug to the floor. She crawled back on the desk, lying on her stomach, and positioned herself so that her mouth was only a few centimeters away from James' cock. She took his balls into her hand, caressing them gently. Her other hand began fondling his cock.

"Did you like doing that to me?" she asked, looking up at him with a combination of feigned innocence and experienced vamp. 

He could feel her breath on his shaft as she spoke. Trying not to answer, he took her hair, and began to try and guide his cock into her mouth. She pulled back, preventing it. "Answer the question, my dear professor – did you like tasting this young pussy?"

"Y-yes," James stuttered out of both nervousness and anticipation. Lavannia continued to massage his balls, slowly moving her mouth close to his cock again. She kissed the tip of it, leaving a hint of her lipstick on it. She heard James' breathing heighten. 

"Do you want to fuck this young pussy?"

"Oh, God in heaven, YES," the professor responded. His hands hadn't left her hair since he grabbed it before. It was now torturous being this close to being inside this woman he not only found beautiful, but fascination. 

"Every day?"

"What?"

"Do you want to fuck me every day? How about every night? Anytime you want, James, and all you'd have to do," she said, kissing the tip of his cock again, gently, "is ask me." Continuing to gently kiss his shaft, and lightly run her tongue along it, she added, "If you didn't want to ask, then don't. Take me in your house, take me in a public place, take me anywhere."

James' palms were sweating now, aching to fuck her. "In exchange for?"

"Take me home tonight. I live with you. I'll cook for us sometimes. I'll clean up after myself, but not you. I'll even look for a job. But I don't pay rent money. Ever. No bills, no money from me. I'll carry my share of the load. When either one of decides that the deal is over, then it's over. No questions asked. I'll pack up my things, and vanish." Her eyes never left his erect cock, and she made sure that he could feel her breath on it.

James' mind began to race in a direction that it hadn't before. "You said any time I wanted?"

"Any time, any place, any way. There will never be a wrong answer from you. You want anal, you'll get anal. You want to watch me with another woman, bring her home to me. I will be your faithful sex slave, and all I'm asking for is a roof over my head and a warm place to sleep. So do we have a deal?" She began stroking his cock in her hands. James pondered the deal as the possibilities ran through his mind. Conservative thinking was his nature, but he loved the brief taste he'd already had, and wanted more, and wanted it often. He briefly recollected all the times he was home alone when he wanted to be with a woman, sometimes any woman. He already knew that this was not just any woman. He felt he was in no position to say no.

"We have a deal."

Lavannia smiled widely. "Great. Now, let's make it official." She barely finished the sentence before she placed his cock in her mouth, and began to suck it passionately. James moaned as he began to pump in and out of her mouth. His hands grabbed her hair as she moved her mouth up and down on him, trying to make him come. She had executed her plan to perfection, and now had a place to stay for a while. She had never used her looks for anything this elaborate before, but loved realizing that she had the power to do so. She also had every intention on fulfilling her part of the deal. She also realized how much she was enjoying sucking James off.


The Deal Ch. 01



He looked her up and down slowly, enjoying her body. She had taken time to look sexy and it showed, from the heels to the black dress and her carefully layered hair. She was looking through the window at the harbor, and her back was turned to him, so he took his time and looked at her beautifully shaped legs and her butt, and imagined her smooth back, a familiar stirring in the pit of his stomach warmed him up slowly.

It had been a great evening, a business dinner with Jessica, his beautiful - and very influential - client who had flown in to New York for a conference. She made time for him, and he planned everything down to the last detail. An early dinner, the Broadway show, and then the bar afterward for drinks. He had studiously kept away any business talk, which was not difficult - they'd both had long weeks and just wanted to untwine. There was enough time for business talk another day.

What was really difficult though was keeping his eyes from undressing her. She was not a model by any means, but she was very sexy, he thought. She had full lips, blonde hair, a sensual laugh. Her dress was cut low enough that he could see well defined breasts. And she had taken time to look good. She just smelled .. sensual.

When he went to the restroom at the restaurant, he had actually needed to go into a stall, and pulled out his cock - it was turgid, exuding pleasure and he needed to reposition it. He came to the table, flustered, and she seemed to look straight at his crotch again, starting up problems again.

He could picture her naked, awesome breasts, blonde pussy hair, a slight tummy ... and willed his mind to stop before he had a real problem.

Everything had gone well (except for his cock) until the bar. She had a really nice voice and laugh, and was up on all the latest news, and they bantered back and forth on politics for a while. Then disaster struck - they mock-fought over the bill and somehow he managed to spill her fries all over her dress, and splotches of dark red ketchup splattered her dress.

'Damn,' she said, looking at the dress, 'I cannot walk into the hotel lobby like this.'

'Jess, I am so sorry,' he said helplessly, 'I'll pay for the dry cleaning...'

'You doofus,' her laugh had no trace of rancor at all, 'Don't worry about it ... hey, your apartment is near here, right? I can do a better job cleaning it there, if you don't mind.'

Of course, he did not mind. He knew nothing would come out of it, but the thought of her in his apartment made him giddy.

And so they to his apartment that overlooked the East River. The lights were dimmed when they walked in, and he left them that way. She'd then looked over his hardwood floors, the Ethan Allen furniture, and his collection of string instruments quietly, looking really interested.

'Do you play?' he asked, noticing she was looking at an acoustical guitar, and she shook her head.

'Always wanted to, but never had the time,' she grinned, and turned to look at the water,'What an awesome view ..'

He agreed, looking at her butt and legs. Her dress came up just above her knees, and he had an urge to kiss the back of knees and up her thighs. As if to oblige, she leaned forward against the window, and her dress rode up just enough for him to catch his breath. Her legs were so sexy, he wanted to rub his hands over them slowly.

'What are you waiting for, man?' her voice purred. She was looking at him in the reflection, and had been all along, he realized with a start.

'Erm,' he said, flustered.

'You really are a big doofus, Charlie, aren't you?' she hadn't moved from the window, and was studying him slowly with a saucy smile,'I kept throwing you hints all throughout the evening and you totally ignored them. I nearly jumped you during the show.'

She chuckled, and he managed a weak smile.

'I had to ruin this dress for you. I may make you pay those drycleaning charges after all,' she smiled,'Now, move it, boy.'

She hitched up her dress, around her waist and bent over more, against the window. With a start, he realized that she was totally naked waist down, her butt beckoning him, her pussy lips just barely visible between her legs.

His body immediately tingled from head to toe, and pleasure started to play across his skin as he reached out for her butt. He gasped as he felt the soft skin and heard her draw her breath in, in response. He knelt on the ground and did what he had wanted to do for the past three hours - he ran his hand over her legs, felt her skin and enjoyed the sensual touch. 'Jess,' he muttered, almost a groan. In response, she sighed deeply, and he saw her lightly touch her breasts through the dress. The woman was so horny ...

He kissed her legs and moved up her thighs, licking and nibbling in desperation.

[to be continued]



The Deal Ch. 01



His thrusting sped up slightly as James admired Lavannia's medieval figure. He took in her fair yet clear skin, rubbing it everywhere he could without removing his cock from her mouth. He admired her ass as she lay across the desk, and couldn't resist the temptation. He voluntarily removed himself from Lavannia's mouth, and with his pants still around his ankles, shifted to the opposite side of the desk. Lavannia began to roll onto her back, but James grabbed her and stopped her. She lie on her stomach, anxiously awaiting his next move. He pulled her body off of the desk enough so that her feet were flat on the floor. He knelt down, rubbing her ass gently with his palm. She lifted her left leg, straddling the desk.

"You're not the kind of girl I'd take home to mother, are you?"

"No. I'm the kind of girl you just take home."

James liked her answer so much he slapped her ass before he realized he had done so. He began to lick the flesh of her cheeks, and just as soon as he had started, he parted her cheeks, placing his tongue inside of her ass.

"Oh, My, God, YES!" she shouted out with glee. She possessed a great amount of sexual experience for her age, but had never felt this sensation before. She loved it. She had experienced amazing sex in her brief lifetime, but had never felt as lusted for as she did at that moment, with a man's tongue snaking around inside of her ass. She got very wet, and was anxious to have James inside of her now. Suddenly, this was a deal in which she was unsure who was getting the better end of.

James' tongue continued to explore her ass as Lavannia slid her arm underneath her body, and began to massage her clit rapidly. "Put your dick in me," she commanded her lover. James didn't need to be told a second time. 

He stood up, and easily entered the gothic sex goddess from behind. They both moaned loudly as he slid inside her dripping pussy, and began to ram away. It had been so long since he had been with a woman, he nearly forgot how amazing it felt. And to have this woman – one who seemed more like a surreal painting to him than flesh and blood – arrive in his life at this time, on this night, made him feel alive in a way that he hadn't since before he met his ex-wife. 

Lavannia gripped the desk as if she would fall off of the earth were she to let go. The professor's cock slamming inside of her not only felt more amazing than she dared imagine five minutes before, but it helped her to forget all of her problems she had been sorting in her mind since mid-morning. This was the right time, and the right situation, for both of them. He fucked her like an untamed animal, and unbeknownst to James, she only liked hardcore sex. She loved the sensation of an older man losing control because of her, wanting her more than he wanted anything that he could remember.

"Ungh, ungh, ungh..." Lavannia's opaque voice pierced the air as she felt James crashing inside of her, accentuated by her own masturbation. After a few minutes, James had her roll onto her back. As she did, she opened her legs wide, using her hands to spread her labia wide open, inviting the senior scholar to penetrate her again. He accepted the invitation quickly, reinserting himself inside her slick walls. She locked her ankles against his neck, and grabbed on to the desk again to brace herself. He gripped her thighs, and she again began enjoying his cock ramming her mercilessly. The power of his thrusts enveloped her, and as he plunged himself in and out of her dripping slit, their bodies began scooting across the desk. Again, Lavannia found her head hanging over the edge of the desk, with her hair flowing toward the floor. She had her eyes closed, but she opened them in order to look out the window towards the campus, curious to see if they had garnered an audience yet. She could see people walking at a distance, but none that seemed aware of them. Maybe next time, she thought to herself...

Their body heat made the room feel as if it were two hundred degrees, and the air smelled of their sex, as well as her floral perfume. They were both sweating profusely. Bracing her body on the desk, she shouted out, "Fuck me...fuck my brains out, James!" Her bellow was not only to entice James, but in hopes that someone would come and watch their fun. James looked down at her body, admiring it fully. He loved looking at her huge breasts bounce, or watching her clamp down on her nipples. He loved looking at his cock entering her, then exiting her repeatedly. He loved the thought of this woman giving herself to him at his request. James' fun was about to reach a climax. 

She felt his thrusts quicken. "In me...in me...come in me, baby. That's it...come inside Lavannia."

"Oooh...OOOOOHH....OOOOH YEAH!" he shouted as he felt himself ready to explode. He grabbed Lavannia's hips and pressed them flush against his body, while at the same time, Lavannia grabbed her left nipple with her hand, and pinched very firmly. As he exploded inside of her soft, wet warmth, she began to come again, moving her legs underneath his arms, and locking against his back, pulling him on top of her as her body exerted one more orgasm. The professor began to gently suck her right nipple as Lavannia's clasp on her left breast slowly began to cease, while both of them were gasping for air.

"Anytime I want?" James asked, panting, almost unsure if he was dreaming.

Grabbing quick breaths, she retorted, "Anytime...anywhere...any way."

"Slavery is illegal, you know," trying desperately to be witty, unsure if he was or not.

"I'm not a slave, perfesser. I'm a willing participant...no, a partner...in a business arrangement pieced together by two intelligent, rational adults."

"I feel like I'm making a deal with the devil."

"You might be, my love. You might be." Lavannia began to laugh heartily, cinching her vaginal muscles around James' sensitive, flaccid cock still inside of her. "Just remember that the devil always gets her due."



The Deal Ch. 02



James and Lavannia left the campus, and drove to an all-night diner near the campus. They unconsciously chose a table farthest from the few other patrons that were already there, and sat down. They were both parched from their nocturnal activities of earlier that evening in Dawson's office.

A waitress in her late 30s approached their table, and handed them each a menu. "Hey, folks. Coffee?"

"And a large water, please," Dawson responded.

"I'll also have a large water," added Lavannia, spinning the menu around to open it.

"You got it, be right back."

As the waitress walked away to retrieve their drink orders, Dawson pulled his menu close to him, and spun it in circles while it lay flat on the table. Lavannia looked up from her menu, and snipped, "Is that a religious, pre-meal ritual thing you're doing?"

James looked up at her, stopped and said, "No. Sorry. I come here from time to time. I know what I want."

"Oh." Lavannia paused, looked back at her menu, quickly made her decision, looked back up and asked, "Are you OK?"

"Yes, why?"

"You seem...put off or something."

"I'm fine."

Lavannia smiled a wicked smile. "You're nervous."

James stopped spinning the menu. "About what?"

"About being seen with me, maybe?"

"You're insane."

"A Goth gal in a late night diner with a guy who people would know is a college professor simply by looking at him, both of them looking like they just fucked each other sore. Which they did."

"Keep your voice down."

"What? Are you ashamed of doing me? Want me to stand up and shout it out?" She pressed her hands against the table, as if she were about to stand up and do just that. At that same moment, the waitress returned with their drinks. Unaware of the exchange, but that something was causing tension, the waitress placed their drinks on the table, and asked, "OK, whaddaya have?"

Smiling, Lavannia relaxed and focused her gaze on her new elder friend, who told the server, "Egg sandwich, mustard and tomato." Scribbling the order down on her notepad, the waitress turned her attention to Lavannia, still staring at James and smiling, her tongue on the corner of her mouth.

"Can I get a waffle?"

"Done. Be right out, folks."

James was not amused. "You would have done it."

"Maybe. I wasn't in the mood, plus I would have knocked the waitress over getting out of the booth."

James took a sip of his coffee. He made a hand motion toward Lavannia and asked, "So what is all this?"

"What, my outfit?", she asked. James nodded. "I love the look. Honestly, I'm not a true goth gal. I mean, I dress the part, but I'm not fascinated by death or sadness or anything like that. I like the freedom that the movement offers, but as a lifestyle, it's not me. I mean, there are certain elements of it I like. Vampires are interesting to me." She reached into her purse, and retrieved a pair of faux vampire fangs. She placed them into her mouth, and smiled, revealing the sharpened teeth to him. 

"Aren't those uncomfortable?"

"Nope," she said, removing them. "They're molded to my own teeth. Very comfortable, as a matter of fact."

"And what, exactly, does one do with a pair of custom molded vampire teeth?" James answer was facetious, but genuinely curious. 

"Wear them to parties, clubs...they have other uses, too." She grinned to herself as she put them back in their case, and back into her purse.

"So...do you believe that you're a vampire?" James approached the question somewhere between caution and sarcasm. 

"No. I love the night. The darkness makes me feel like I belong to something. It's like a lover that you want and can never truly have, yet it's always there for you. I prefer the night, but I don't think I need human blood for sustenance or anything like that."

"I thought the Goth crowd had a hunger and fascination for death."

"Some do. Some are just going through the motions. Personally, I don't think most of them are really fascinated with it. I think they say they are because that's what they feel like they're supposed to say. They're playing the part, that's all. Some people call them 'poseurs'; I call them 'people still seeking out who they really are'. Seems like a fair label."

"Not everything needs to have a label, though."

"Touché." 

James took another sip of his coffee, and Lavannia took a large drink from her water glass. He began looking at the scant number of patrons scattered across the restaurant, while she stared at him, organizing her thoughts for her next statement. 

"I need to say something," she began. "I am not a slut. I am not a whore. You need to know that. I've never offered to anyone else what I've offered to and agreed to with you. I love sex. I love having it, and I love watching it. I always have, and hope I always will. I have every intention on living up to my end of the deal with you, James, but you need to know that I expect to be treated with respect, particularly outside of the bedroom. I'm not asking you to treat me like I'm your wife, but I'd hope that you'll treat me like I'm an actual person. OK?"

James sat clutching his water glass. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "OK. Why did you say that?"

"Because you can cut the tension at this table with a knife."

"This is new territory for me, Lavannia. Is that your real name, by the way?"

"What do you mean, 'new territory'?"

James had noted throughout the evening that whatever questions she didn't want to answer, she simply changed the conversation in midstream. 

"I mean that," he began, then paused, and began again. "I haven't been with a woman in years. I'd only ever been with one woman besides my wife, and that was prior to our marriage. I'm not the kind of man who would just sleep with any stranger who came along."

"Then why were your yellow pages opened to the section listing escorts around the city?"

James sipped his coffee. "Touché. So why me, then? Why did you pick me to make such a bold proposition to?"

"Desperate times call for desperate measures."

"Would you have done the same for someone else? Made them the same offer?"

"I don't know. I can't answer that question. I will tell you though that I have no regrets so far. You can fuck, James. Really."

Lavannia removed the lemon from her water, squeezed the juice into the glass, and dropped the wedge back in. She picked up her spoon, and began to stir. "Tell me about your wife."

"Ex-wife. What do you want to know?" 

"What was she like?"

"Beautiful. Intelligent. Funny. Caring. She had a huge heart. She's a veterinarian. She loved animals."

"So what happened to the two of you?"

"Honestly, we just grew apart. We were inseparable for years. Our children made us even closer. At some point, we began to grow in different directions, emotionally. We still loved each other, but we just didn't click the way we used to."

"Did you fall out of love?"

"I think we did, although neither of us wanted to admit it. Nobody likes to admit something like that. Watching my children deal with the divorce wasn't easy. James was in college, and a little more mature, and handled it better than Jennifer did at the time. Jennifer is about your age, actually. She's in college, her sophomore year, and studying finance. "

Lavannia suddenly seemed disinterested in the conversation, and stared outside at the passing headlights on the highway. James stared out, as well, for a moment, then said, "College doesn't have to be like what you described, you know."

Their food arrived, and each began to dig in. "So what are you doing tomorrow?" Lavannia asked as she poured syrup onto her waffle.

"I have to finish grading those essays before Monday morning. I'll be back in the office early."

"It seems like you work too much," she responded, placing the syrup bottle down and picking up her fork. "You were there when I walked in tonight, and I know that class had to have been over for hours."

James took a bite from his sandwich, and answered. "When Lori and I split up, it killed me. My son was already out of the house, and all I had was my daughter Jennifer, and she spent a lot of time with her mother. I poured myself into my work to get my head out of the situation. I worked 12, 14, sometimes 18 hour days just so I wouldn't have to spend any more time at home alone than necessary. I'd never been alone, and I wasn't ready to start."

Lavannia felt moved that he would share so much of himself so quickly. She wasn't sure what to say. "I'm sorry," she uttered. 

James reached for the salt, and lifted the bread of his sandwich to sprinkle it on. Lavannia tried to change the subject, sensing James' discomfort. "So, what would you like me to do tomorrow?"

James froze. He wasn't sure what to say. Many things raced through his mind. "Well, tonight was a good start. It's been a while for me, but I do love to receive oral. I..."

Lavannia began laughing. "No! I mean, what would you like me to do tomorrow, around your house?" James felt very embarrassed, and looked down at his sandwich. She quickly empathized with him, and asked again.

James thought for a moment, chewing his sandwich, and said, "Well, you said you cooked? I can go to the grocer in the morning, and pick up some things. You can cook something, I suppose."

"What would you like me to make?"

"I don't know. Surprise me. Other than that, do what you want, I guess." 

They finished the rest of their meal in an awkward silence, neither quite sure what to say to the other. As incredible as the sex had been an hour earlier, their social interaction was very uneasy. Lavannia pushed her plate to the edge of the table, wiped her mouth, and took James' hand. "I'll earn your trust. I'm not some criminal coming to wipe you out. I promise." James smiled, clutching her hand, and said, "I promise I'm really not this socially inept. I'm out of practice. Give me a chance to relearn."

Lavannia smiled at him, and said, "So...let's go home!"

They paid their check, and left the diner. They drove through town to get home. The night blanketed everything, and people were milling around, enjoying their own nocturnal activities. As they approached a stoplight, Lavannia pointed out an older, unmarked building on the corner. "If you're ever going to bring another woman home to me, you can recruit there."

James looked at the building, and didn't see an entrance. He only saw windows on the second floor. "What the hell is that?"

"It's called The Truth. It's a lesbian bar."

"How do you get in?"

"Well, being a lesbian helps."

James looked at her, and offered a half-smile. "How do you enter the building?"

"Around back...and that's the first time I've seen you smile since I met you."

They arrived at James' home fifteen minutes later, and went inside. Lavannia drug her giant duffel bag inside and briefly took in her new surroundings. His living room was large, containing many bookshelves full of books, a leather couch, and a stereo system. "No TV?", she asked.

"Just a small one in the bedroom. I don't watch much TV these days."

"Is that where I'm sleeping? Your bedroom, with you?"

"You can, if you like. Or there's the couch, or perhaps Jennifer's old room..."

"With you is good," she replied instantly, upon hearing her other options. She took her bag, and followed James back to her new sleeping area. Lavannia removed her dress and sandals, and climbed into bed nude. James, still nervous, chose to leave the room in order to change into a pair of athletic shorts, and a T-shirt. He was unable to hide his uneasiness, although he was aroused at looking at a beautiful young woman in his bed, waiting for him. This was the first time, however, that woman wasn't his wife.

"Come on, I won't bite. Tonight." she said. 

James climbed in bed next to her, unsure if he should wrap his arm around her or not. He wanted to, but felt very awkward. Again, he had trouble concealing that fact. 

"James, you can touch me, if you like. You just put your mouth in places on my body that it wasn't designed for; a little touching in bed is allowed if we're sleeping together. James wrapped his arm around her, and absorbed the touch of her smooth, velvet-like skin. Lavannia rolled onto her other side, with her back facing James. "Good night, love."

"Good night."

When Lavania awakened, she was alone. Daylight was pouring in through the window. She sat up, and rubbed her eyes. She lay back on the bed for a moment, in the middle. She stretched out completely, imagining James fucking her there. After a moment of fantasy, she stood up, and grabbed her bag. She opened it, and began to sort through it. She pulled out a few CDs, her toiletry bag, and some fresh clothes. She stepped into the hallway, and shouted her new landlord's name. No answer. She wandered into the living room area. The time was almost 5pm, and she had been sleeping for nearly 14 hours. She was used to sleeping during the daytime, but that was at home. She told herself she must have been exhausted to have slept that long in a strange bed. She ran her fingers through her thick black hair, and turned around to notice something on the kitchen island. 

In the middle of the island sat a fresh bouquet of red roses in a vase. The closer Lavannia got to them, the more aromatic they became. There was also a sheet of paper, folded in half with her name written on it. She opened it to read :

Lavannia,

I went food shopping today, and bought some different things. I have no idea what you like, other than waffles, so I took some chances. You also said that you liked to cook, so I bought some meat, vegetables, and seasonings. I have no idea what your culinary skills are like, so if you can make something, great. If not, we'll deal with it later. Just surprise me.

I know I'm socially inept. I've not had to talk to a woman in a social situation for several years. I keep bringing that up because I feel the need to apologize for my aloofness. I promise to work on it, and get better. Just as you asked me to take a chance on you, I'm asking you to do the same with me.

I'll be gone most of the day, probably returning tonight. See you then. Make yourself at home.

James

She smiled as she folded the letter back. Unlike most men her age, he was able to recognize his flaws. Although she had no romantic interest in James, his vulnerability made him more attractive to her. She opened the note, and reread it. She stopped halfway through it at the words 'surprise me'. Her mind began to race with ideas.

It was dark when James arrived home a few hours later. As he approached the door, he heard a loud, constant thumping sound coming from inside. He opened the door to his house, and when he went inside, all the lights were off. Only candles illuminated the living room, the combination of the various scents filling the air. Scattered all over the floor were rose petals, and the rapid beats of techno music were the only audible sounds. James began to make his way across the room to turn down the music, he felt himself grabbed from behind.

He loved Lavannia's scent, and loved her touch. He could feel her breath on his neck as her arms wrapped around him from behind. One of her hands began to slide down to his crotch. She squeezed his cock gently, and then began to unbuckle his pants. Her lips kissed the back of his neck gently, while she did, and as his pants came undone, she grabbed his cock again, this time squeezing a little harder. James also felt her begin to bite into his neck gently, but it was not human teeth that he felt pushing into his skin.

They were fangs.

All at once, Lavannia grabbed his crotch with authority, and bit into his neck with equal force. "UNGH!" was James' response, falling to his knees. He had never experienced anything like this, and his feelings were somewhere between fear and complete arousal. Still on his knees, he turned to face her. What he saw before him shifted the feelings he felt far more towards arousal.

Lavannia stood before him, with her hair flowing over her face and down her back. Her lips were as black as her hair, and her vampire teeth were visible as she smiled down at him. She wore a red, frilly, corset-style dress, hanging as low as the middle of her thighs. She wore black leather boots that began where the dress ended. Her confidence projected sex, and in her mind as well as James', there was no more sexier woman alive than the one standing over him. 

"You told me to surprise you," she began. "So..surprise."

"I want you," he said. "I want to fuck you right now."

"Uh uh, not yet. You have to earn it."

"How?" James knew this game was his to control, but he liked being the pawn. For now.

She propped her leg on a nearby chair, opening her legs for him. She pulled the black silk panties she wore underneath her garb to the side. "Come eat me."

James crawled over to her on all fours, then slowly licked his way up her boots, and finally into her wet pussy. Her taste was divine to him not because she was the first woman he had been with in years, but because she dripped sexuality. She was both confident and alluring, and James again found himself on his knees, serving her, and happy to be doing so. 

Lavannia began to grind herself on his face, massaging his face with her moist, pink flesh. James tugged gently on her protruding labia, while his tongue whipped away at her clit. She had no idea, when she made her initial proposition to him, that he would actually be sexually talented. She quickly felt her body delivering an intense orgasm. She grabbed his hair as her body quaked in the aftermath of her orgasm. The constant hammering of the techno beats continued as she fell to the floor, ready to receive James inside of her. He stood up, undressing as he walked away, and said, "Get on the couch. I'll be right back."

Lavannia crawled to the couch, still dressed in her garb as James returned quickly. Completely naked now, he held in his hand a pair of handcuffs. "Mmm...nice," Lavannia said. 

"Turn over. On your stomach," James demanded.

Obediently, Lavannia rolled onto her stomach. She felt James grab her left wrist, pulling it behind her back. He then grabbed her right wrist, and fastened them both in handcuffs behind her back. James then grabbed his cock, and positioned himself in between Lavannia's legs. He rubbed the head of his cock against her moist vaginal lips, listening to her moan quietly. His cock began to get harder as Lavannia braced her left foot on the floor in anticipation of James' entering of her.

All at once, James shoved himself inside her, and began to fuck her. Hard. Her moan upon penetration showed that she had no objections to his mild BDSM fetish, and that she was enjoying being a prisoner, of sorts. James grabbed her bound wrists for leverage, and elevated his thrusts to a fiercer level. He looked at Lavannia's face, which he found more beautiful all the time, coupled with her vampire look, awakened something inside of him; a raw, sexual vigor that he had forgotten since his wife left him. His current environment – the music, the darkness, and the woman he was with – all served to help reconnect him with his own sexuality.

Lavannia's loved listening to his grunting, and loved that he wanted her so badly that he didn't bother to undress her at all. There was something empowering about being wanted so badly. The handcuffs were unexpected, yet welcomed. The longer she wore them, the more aroused she became.

He tightened his grip on Lavannia's handcuffed wrists as he exploded inside of her. He held onto them like a bridle. Lavannia's face broke into a huge smile as she felt her elder friend explode inside of her. She tightened her vaginal muscles around his cock, trying to get every drop out of him and into her, wanting to give him the maximum pleasure possible. 




The Deal Ch. 02



Jess rested one hand on the window ledge, her breath clouding the cold glass. She looked out on one of the most stunning views of East River, the skyline and the boats setting it off, but she hardly saw anything. She felt his frantic kisses as his soft lips travelled up her legs, and felt his tongue flicking her skin every so often, and his hands grasp her butt cheeks hard. She wanted him badly, she wanted this badly. He was the one guy that treated her well, listened to her and valued her opinion about everything. He had no idea yet, but she was about to close a multi-million deal with his company, and had already told his CEO the only reason she did it was because of him. She'd had a feeling about him, his gentle manner, his sensuous care about his surroundings... he was sensitive. He was sexually attracted to her - she saw the bulges, the quick stares at her body that were so complimentary - but he was also shy. His body told her that he wanted her, but his words and actions were professional, refusing to cross the line.

Just last night, as she shaved her pussy in the hotel room, she had wondered if he would be turned off by her aggressiveness. But as she touched her clit, she realized that she was actually wet thinking of him, and decided she was going to go for it. He deserved a chance, heck, she deserved it. Just allowing herself to think about it made her even hornier - and she hurried from the bathroom to the bed, almost quivering in anticipation as she reached for her handbag. Her pussy was only half shaven, and soapy water ran down her inner thighs, the white cotton hotel-issued robe open down the front. She was aware of each sensation, the cold tile in bathroom giving way to the carpet, the touch of the soft suede on the bag, each texture almost painfully intense. She groped around in her bag, and pulled out her favorite toy at times like this - her Rabbit - and flung herself on her back, drawing up her legs. For a few seconds, she caught her breath and lay motionless enjoying the moment. The room was really well done, the sheets soft, and she had some R&B playing on the CD, and she took a deep contented breath. She turned on the Rabbit, and inserted it into herself, already easy to do with all the juices flowing. She moaned softly, thinking of the possibilities, her free hand touching her naked body, her breasts ...

That was yesterday, and the intensity of the memory suddenly made her gasp. It was actually happening!

She pulled off her dress and took off her bra, repositioning herself, her breasts free and nipples hardened. Just like yesterday, she was again aware of each sensation. Goose bumps on her butt, a stickiness between her legs, her feet yearning to get out of the heels and feel the wood floor. As the cool air hit her body, she threw her head back, her blonde hair falling on her shoulders and sighed deeply.

'Everything okay, Jess?' Charlie was choked up, trying to get his voice, his hands starting to release their hold.

'Nothing, babe, don't stop' she whispered with urgent passion, 'I just love what you are doing.'

He chuckled and then put his hand between her legs, probing and gently moving. She moaned as she realized where he was going and spread her legs wider, willing him to touch her. She bit her lower lip as his fingers touched her pussy lips, massaging them. He was kissing her butt, crushing her butt cheek with his free hand. Suddenly, she started with a gasp - he was playing with her clit and exquisite pleasure was exploding between her legs. There was a sudden rush of juices and she swore she felt herself drip.

Then she realized with a shock that he was licking her from behind, between her ass and pussy, long, greedy licks. He licked upwards, towards her ass hole, and she gasped again as his tongue rimmed her and started to enter her. The combination of sensations was too much and she lost control, crushing her nipples in rhythm with the pulsing that was going through her lower body, a pounding in her pussy that started to swell. Her clit was erect, a stubborn piece of flesh in the soft wetness around it and his fingers played with it, pulling it, squeezing it.

'Baby, Charlie ...' she almost muttered it through clenched teeth, as she came hard, her legs quivering with the tension.

'Nice, Jess?', she could hear the grin in his voice,' We have a long night - there more of that coming, if you want...;

Want? She couldn't speak yet, and just leaned against the cool glass. Of course she wanted.

[Next - the final part of The Deal]



The Deal Ch. 02



One night I was sitting watching tv fresh from my bath. I was enjoying a cup of tea when my front door opened. I was startled but only for a moment. 

Steve walked in. He came to my chair and knelt to kiss me. I looked up to see he wasn't alone. There in the doorway stood a man I had never met before. Steve said, "Have a seat Dave."

I pulled at my robe trying to cover my nakedness underneath.

Steve laughed and said, "Baby, there's no reason to be shy. You have a beautiful body. I am sure Dave will appreciate it as much as I do." He opened my robe below the waist.

I looked down and reached to close it again. I stood and said, "Would you boys like a drink?" 

Steve pulled me closer to him and untied my robe and said, "No Baby, we are here to collect on my deal."

I froze and said, "We?"

Steve said, "Yes. We. Tonight I want to play. Its Dave's birthday so you and I are going to give him a little party. You don't object, do you?"

I stared at Steve and then looked at Dave. They were serious. I wasn't sure what Steve had in mind but I was certain it was something I had never done before.

Steve untied my robe and was taking it off my shoulders as I was trying to prevent it from happening. He frowned down at me and said, "Vicki, don't make us play rough, unless you like it rough?"

I kept trying to cover myself. Then I felt Dave's hands pulling my robe down off my arms and holding my arms behind my back.

Steve smiled and said, "her bedroom is this way." Steve led the way while I followed with Dave still holding my arms behind my back. Steve opened my bedroom door and Dave pushed me inside. Steve closed and locked my bedroom door. He turned to me. Looking at my naked body he said, "We can do this two ways. I can tie you up or you can cooperate and we will all have some fun."

I tried to back away from Dave but Steve was there and when I tried to back away from Steve Dave was there.

I was trying to figure a way out of my situation when Dave spoke, "Man, lets just tie her up then we can have all the fun we want."

Steve looked at Dave then me and said, "She will be more fun if she does this willingly. Let's give her a chance to cooperate."

I was standing totally naked between these two men. I couldn't come up with any idea of how to get out of this. I was really getting nervous.

Steve looked at Dave and said, "Just wait until you see how she reacts to different ways of stimulation. Since it's your birthday, what position do you want to do first?"

Dave looked me up and down and said, "Does she give good head?"

Steve pushed me to the floor and said, "Well, you tell me."

Steve stood above me to make sure I behaved as Dave stripped off his clothes. He stood in front of me with his cock pointing at my mouth. Steve pushed my face closer to Dave's cock and said, "You will cooperate won't you Vicki? If not we will tie you up and make you."

I gave his cock a quick little lick. I was trying to think of a way to put a stop to this, but as soon as my lips tasted his cock I wanted to have it in my mouth. I moved my hands up to hold his cock and guide it in and out of my mouth. He loved it. Steve said, "Easy guys, not too fast we have a lot of time to play yet."

I turned to Steve and began to undo his jeans. I set his cock free and began to lick and suck it. There was no forcing to it so I guess you could say I decided to cooperate.

Dave walked over and sat on the bed and watched. He was stroking his cock not to make himself cum but to keep himself hard. Dave said, "Steve, bring her this was. We can enjoy her together."

Steve walked and I crawled over to the bed. I stopped sucking Steve's cock and waited to see what they had in mind. Dave had a big smile on his face. They sat there looking at me and whispering amongst themselves. Finally Dave turned my stereo on. Steve ordered me to get on the bed. I sat on the bed. The guys sat on each side of me. They began to touch me. Whatever

Steve did to my right side Dave did to the left. They licked, kissed, and sucked me all over. I was enjoying it too. Until Steve said,"Dave do you like anal sex?"

Dave looked at me and then at Steve and said,"Don't tell me you have already got her to do that?"

Steve laughed and said,"Not only have I got her to do it, she loves it."

They had been sucking my nipples when they started talking now they were staring at each other across my chest. Steve said,"Man I got a great idea." 

They sat up and talked as if I weren't even there.

Then I was moved and positioned, it was like I didn't have a say in anything that was going to happen. Steve stood me up and placed my hands on the dresser and said,"You remember how we did it the last time and how much you enjoyed it, right?" I nodded.

He positioned his cock to enter my ass and then he sat back down on the bed holding me against him. Dave moved in front of us and knelt to eat my pussy. He concentrated on my clit while Steve was slowly easing his cock into my ass. Then Dave stood to play with my tits.

Steve said,"Man have you ever double penetrated a woman before. You know like in the good porn movies?"

Dave looked at Steve and then at me and said,"No, but she looks like she is ready for both of us." 

Dave edged closer and eased his cock into my pussy. I had a cock in my ass and a cock in my pussy what could have been better. Dave leaned down to suck one my nipples as Steve slipped his hand around to squeeze the other.

They came several times and I lost count of how many times I came. When we were all spent I could barely move. Steve was the first to move. He stood and said,"Dave its time to go."

Steve walked over and kissed me and they left. I didn't try to stop them or to argue I just watched as they left. I knew he would pick his check up off the mantle on his way out the door.

That night I did a lot of thinking. I wasn't sure what was happening to me or what to do to stop it. I vowed to myself that somehow I would find away to put a stop to it and soon. I knew I had a busy week coming up so I had to get my mind back to normal things and would find a way to get out of this situation later. I did my laundry and had Sunday dinner with my sister and her family. Once again she quizzed me about what was bothering me but I still didn't want to talk about it.

That night I had my shower and was sitting drinking a cup of tea when my phone rang. I somehow knew without picking it up that it was Steve. I picked up the receiver and said, "Hello."

Steve said,"Hi Vicki, I hope you enjoyed last night? We did."

I didn't answer but waited for him to continue. 

When I didn't respond he then said,"Dave, and I are best friends so I hope you didn't mind us sharing last night?"

Again I didn't respond but waited on him to continue. 

"Well the reason I called is Dave and his wife have invited me over to dinner and told me to bring a guest. I would like you to accompany me. Would you come to dinner Saturday night?"

I sat there for a moment completely dumbfounded. I stared at the receiver like I couldn't have heard him right. Then I found myself saying,"I will have to think it over. When should I let you know by?"

He sighed and said," How about I call you back on Thursday and you can give me your answer then."

I agreed and we said goodnight. I sat there in shock. This really through me for a loop. Did he and I have a relationship or what? I finally finished my tea and went to bed.

My week was busy and passed quickly. Before I knew it Thursday came and went. I didn't hear from Steve so I figured he had changed his mind.

Saturday I was watering my flowers when my phone rang, but before I could get to it the answering machine picked up. I got to it in time to hear Steve say,"Hi baby, I will be by at 6 to pick you up for dinner. Dress casual, it will just be the four of us, dinner, a few drinks and maybe a game of cards to pass the time. 

 I showered and did my hair and then had a hard time deciding what to wear. I was going to have dinner with two men I had recently had sex with and one of their wives, what does one wear to a dinner like that. I finally decided on a denim skirt and a modest blouse with a pair of sandals.

Steve pulled in at 6 on the dot. He got out of his truck as I walked out. He greeted me with a kiss on the cheek and led me to the passenger side door of his truck. He opened the door for me and helped me climb in. His actions always seem to take me off guard.

We drove for a few miles then I asked,"Steve, Just how am I supposed to behave around Dave's wife after having sex with her husband?"

He looked over at me and smiled,"Barbra isn't going to know unless you tell her. You don't plan to tell her do you?"

I looked at him and shook my head no.

He laughed and said,"Good, this is supposed to be a nice dinner so they can get to know you not mine and Dave's murder."

Barbra met us at the door. She smiled and took me into her arms for a warm and friendly hug as soon as Steve made the introductions. I liked her. So I offered to help her in the kitchen. She fixed drinks for the guys and sent me to deliver them. While her and I enjoyed our wine while we cooked, we laughed and talked just like old friends.

I set the table and then we called the guys to dinner. We had dinner and desert and I didn't look Dave in the eyes one time. When we finished with dinner I helped Barb clear the table and load the dishwasher. The guys went back into the den to find a movie for us all to enjoy. When we entered the den, we saw the guys had candles lit. Barb nudged me in the ribs and said,"Looks like our guys want to play." I stared at her trying to figure out just what she meant by that.

Steve was sitting on the love seat with the footrests kicked up and Dave was on the sofa with his foot rest kicked up as well. I followed Barbra into the room she walked over and sat beside Dave kicking her shoes off as she scooted closer to him. I walked over to Steve and sat down choosing to leave my shoes on.

Dave looked around and said,"Are we all comfortable, Vicki you might want to remove your shoes and get comfortable."

I removed my shoes but didn't dare look at Dave.

After he was certain I was comfortable Dave picked up the remote and started the movie. To my surprise, it was a porn movie. I looked over and Barb was curled up against Dave with her hand resting on his thigh. The moaning from the tv drew my attention back to the tv. I turned toward the tv and Steve took that as an opportunity to pull me closer to him. I didn't resist but nestled in closer to him. I tried to keep my mind off the movie and think about other things. Steve had his arm around me. He was making little circles on my shoulder with his finger and that was making it hard to keep my concentration on other things. I closed my eyes in hopes that the movie would end soon. I opened my eyes when I heard a zipper being undone. I looked up at Steve and he motioned me to look at Dave and Barbra. She had unzipped his pants and was playing with his cock while watching the movie. I looked back up at Steve and he whispered," You don't have to do anything you feel uncomfortable doing but I sure would enjoy some attention like that."

I shook my head no. He left it at that. I was hoping the night would end soon. Steve kept his hand making circles but now those circles were moving down towards my tits. I tried to sit up straighter to prevent him from reaching his goal. He leaned over and whispered in my ear,"You have a choice you play with my cock or I play with your tits?"

I stared into his eyes and then unzipped his jeans. His cock immediately sprang loose from his boxers. I slipped my hand around it and gently caressed it. I turned my attention to the tv while I continued to caress him. I tried to loose myself in the movie and not think about how hard his cock was. I was succeeding but barely when I heard a sound and turned to see Barbra sucking Dave's cock. My mouth was beginning to water I wanted to suck Steve's hard cock so bad. He ran his hand along my back up to my neck and urged my head closer to his lap. I let him continue to urge my head downward and opened my mouth to welcome his cock. I licked his cock and then took it very slowly into my mouth. I finally stopped and just caressed him.

He slid his hand into my blouse. He found the hook to my bra and unhooked it. My breasts were set free and he began to caress them. He urged me to sit back up and he leaned over and suckled my nipples one at a time. My back arched as my desire grew. I was shocked to hear myself moan out loud. Steve smiled and said,"Its okay you are safe here let yourself go, enjoy the feelings." Then he kissed me never taking his hands off my tits.

My body was responding and I was helpless to resist. I was unaware of it happening but somehow he removed my blouse. I felt the air brushing against my body and cuddled closer to him. He kissed his way back to my nipples and slid his hand down to my skirt. He seemed torn between sliding my skirt up or unzipping it and sliding it down. I reached up and wrapped my arms around his neck. I lifted my ass off the love seat urging him to touch me. He pulled my skirt up. He pushed my panties aside and began to slide his finger along my the lips of my pussy. I moved my arm down to grab his cock again. He kissed me then slid his finger between my pussy lips to find my clit. I moaned and he used gently inserted his other finger into my pussy. He kissed my forehead and around my cheek to my ear. At my ear he whispered,"Baby, do you want to come for me?"

He looked into my eyes and I looked into his and I nodded my head. He smiled and kissed me. He laid me back on the love seat and began to kiss me deeper. He urged my panties down and out of his way. He opened my legs and slowly began to rub my clit in circular motions. He slid tow of his fingers into my pussy and continued to rub my clit with his thumb. 

I had his cock in my hand and was squeezing and caressing it. He ran his tongue from my nipples to my lips. He kissed me and forcing his tongue into my mouth he moaned deeply. I wanted to feel his cock deep in my pussy. I knew he wanted me as well.

All of a sudden the movie ended. Dave said,"Barbra get us some drinks before the next movie begins. You ready for a beer Steve?"

Steve's hand froze and he said,"No we are fine."

Dave laughed,"I can see you are. Barbra I think we missed the best show."

Barbra slapped his shoulder and said,"Dave leave them alone, turn the next movie on and let me take care of you."

I looked over to see that Barbra was half undressed and that she wanted her husband.

As soon as the movie began, Steve kissed me and said,"Do you want me to finish what I started or wait until later?"

I knew it was my opportunity to put a stop to the evenings activities so I said,"Please stop."

Steve didn't press me to finish. We curled up together to watch the movie. I began to caress his cock. He placed his hand on mine and said,"Baby if you keep that up I am going to cum." I smiled up at him and kept it up. I got on my knees and began to suck his cock. My ass was in the air and he began to caress it. He whispered to me,"Just remember no matter what happens you are safe here."

I stopped sucking his cock to look up at him. He smiled and said,"I promise you will have fun."

I was so into sucking his cock and bringing him pleasure I never noticed the additional hands touching me. Until I heard Barbra speaking close to my ear. "Honey, lift up some so Dave can get to your tits." She removed my skirt and Dave positioned himself under me and began to suck on my nipples. Barbra put her tits in Steve's face and he began to fondle them lovingly. She held her tits together so that he could suck on both nipples at the same time. Dave slid his fingers around to caress my pussy. Steve had his hand on my ass and was using his pinky to caress my asshole. Steve had is other hand between Barbra's legs caressing her pussy. We were all moaning and enjoying ourselves. I slid my hand down to caress Steve's balls and knew instantly he wasn't going to make it much longer. I took his cock as far into my throat as I could and gave his balls a little squeeze. 

Dave moved so that his cock was close enough to be sucked but never stopped sucking my tits or caressing my pussy.

I began to switch between the two cocks licking and sucking both men.

Barbra began to shout,"Oh god Steve, I am going to cum. Dave make her cum with me."

I gave Dave's balls a gentle squeeze then caressed his cock. I felt Steve was about to cum so I took him even deeper. My orgasm hit me and I shuddered. Steve came and I swallowed all his cum. We all lay together catching our breath for several moments. Barbra said,"Honey come on I will show you were you can clean up and we will get these guys another beer."

I followed her into the guest bath and she handed me a towel and washcloth and said,"Honey, there's a spare toothbrush and mouthwash in the medicine cabinet." When she left me alone I washed up and brushed my teeth and rinsed my mouth out.

I rejoined Barbra in the kitchen and she handed me beer for Steve and a glass of wine for myself and we headed back into the livingroom.

We finished our drinks and Steve spoke up,"Guys its been a fantastic evening but I better get Vicki home before it gets any later."

I stood gave Dave a hug and then hugged Barbra and said,"Dinner was great. Thank you for inviting me."

We walked out and Steve helped me into the passenger side of his truck. When we got home he walked me to my door and kissed me on my cheek and said,"Thank you for going with me tonight. By the way, its Saturday!"

I unlocked the door and reached inside and got his check and handed it to him. He kissed me again and left.

My new home was coming along nicely. The flowers in my garden were growing and

would soon be in bloom. It was spring and I was tending to my garden. I was lost in thought when I heard someone try to open my gate. I got up and walked over to the gate. I saw a masculine hand reaching across the fence feeling for a latch. I unlocked the gate and opened it.

Steve was standing there a little bewildered at the gate being locked. He smiled at me and leaned down to kiss my cheek. I turned walking over to sit at the picnic table. He locked the gate then joined me. He sat on the table instead of the bench. I looked up at him and he smiled.

He brushed my hair away from my face and then asked, "So why is the gate locked?"

I looked down and said, "I didn't want to be disturbed."

He looked around at the garden. He smiled so I guessed he liked the way I had it laid out. In one corner was a Koi pond, in another was a sitting area complete with a patio wood burner, of course there was a picnic table and a grill and the little area I used for sunbathing. He noticed the pillows, my blanket and my book. Then he spoke, "Am I disturbing you?"

I said, "We will see."

I removed his check from my pocket and handed it to him. He removed his hat and put the check inside it then laid the hat on the table beside him. He smiled at me and said, "Why are you sitting so far away? Move a little closer."

I slid a little closer to his leg. He began to caress my cheek and to move his hand down my neck. I wanted to move away but didn't want to let him know he was affecting me. He

leaned over and kissed me. I enjoy his kisses. My body responded to them quickly. I decided to take control. I lifted his leg and slid over to sit between his legs. He went back to kissing me as I began to slide my hands up and down his thighs. I undid his belt and unzipped his jeans. He didn't try to stop me. I set his cock free and began to lick and kiss it. He ran his hands through my hair pushing my head down so that his cock went deeper in my throat. I heard him moan and knew he was enjoying it. I stood and said, "Lets go inside where we can be more comfortable?"




The Deal Ch. 02



Michael arrived just as Isla was paying the delivery girl for the pizza. He had thought about Isla all day. He had given thought to the strong attraction they felt toward one another and he thought even more about how she had kept Ryan away from him. He wondered how she was going to react when he told her about his conversation with his lawyer. She would probably run to her father, Thomas. Thomas was one of the best attorneys in the city. Michael knew he would have a fight on his hands but he wanted his daughter under his roof. Isla would not get away with another day let alone three years of him not seeing his daughter. 

Michael made himself comfortable as Isla set out the food. He was aware of how she moved around the kitchen, as if she knew what she was doing. He remembered she knew nothing about cooking before, and wanted nothing to do with the kitchen. Now, she seemed comfortable. He noticed she was wearing the same outfit from earlier except the shoes, and that sexy hot pink polish on her toes still caught his eye. He enjoyed the view as he continued up her legs. He felt his groin tighten. Her legs had always been his weakness even before she had became his wife, then his ex-wife, and now the mother of his child. Anger flashed across his face as he thought about his time missed with Ryan. Isla would pay for this.

Isla had noticed Michael watching her. It unnerved her as much as it intrigued her. She watched as Michael made his way around her home. He exuded the strength and confidence that had always attracted her to him. That one character trait had been her downfall every since she had first met him when she was fourteen. Her schoolgirl crush had been long forgotten, but a week after Paris' murder changed all of that. 

The night of Paris' murder, Isla had been the lone witness. She had seen him leaving Paris' apartment wearing a blood-stained shirt. She knew he had not committed the murder. Michael was not the murdering type. He had always been calm, even when angry. Isla had always figured something in his past had taught him to keep tight control over his emotions. Even when Isla had seen him being escorted to court the day after his arrest, he had been calm. The image of Michael in those handcuffs had given her an idea. She knew Michael had seen her that night. She had wondered why he had not said anything about her being there just as he was. She had made the decision to visit Michael when he made bail from county jail later that day. 

Isla looked at Michael now, so much water under the bridge. To think had it not been for her grandfather and his stipulations in his will, she would not be in this mess. She had to be thirty or married before she could access the funds. Isla now remembered how she had presented the plan to Michael. 

A friend of hers was majoring in pre-law at Canisius College, and had informed her that the law states a husband and wife cannot be forced to incriminate one another. Isla, being the only witness to Michael leaving Paris' apartment with blood staining his shirt, offered Michael a much-needed life preserver. She told Michael about the stipulation in her grandfather's will, and the law her friend had spoken of. Michael refused at first. The he spoke with his attorney and things were not looking so good. For a brief moment, he wanted to ask Isla why she was in such a hurry to access her inheritance. Then he decided it was none of his business. There was probably a new designer handbag or something else frivolous, that only she would have thought important. 

After thinking, the plan over it started to make since to Michael. Even his attorney told him it might now be a bad idea. It gave them more time to investigate. With all of the circumstantial evidence against Michael, Isla's testimony could have put him away. Isla had come up with a plan that would benefit them both. Michael would have his freedom and Isla would get her inheritance. Who cared if she would be broke within five years. 

They were married a week later. It was supposed to have lasted a year. Michael's attorney said that they had to live together, so Isla moved into Michael's condo. They did not share a room in the beginning. One year Isla thought she could handle that until Michael began acting like a real husband. He cared for her. Soon they fell into a routine. They would eat dinner together most nights. They began anticipating seeing one another. Isla felt herself being too attached so she tried pulling back, but Michael would bridge each gap with a kind gesture or a gentle compliment. 

Marriage had been the last thing on Michael's mind, but this was to be in name only. It turned out to be so much more. Isla was easy company. She would hum songs and make up her own words if she didn't know the exact lyrics. One thing he noticed is she wasn't a slob by any means. She was the total opposite. Isla was so neat that she would pick up his mess. One day when Michael had worked long hours at his office, he came home to a spotless condo. It touched him that she had hired a house cleaner to clean his place. It shocked him when Isla came from the laundry room carrying a basket of laundry. She had tossed out a sunny hello as if her doing the laundry was normal. 

Isla knew Michael had been stunned to see her doing any kind of house keeping. Everyone who had known the DiAmico girls were stunned to know that their grandmother had raised them to be self-sufficient when it came to housework, but cooking was another story for Isla. She had no interest. Taryn wanted to open a restaurant, Isla smiled to herself at the thought. 

"I hope that's a smile for me," Michael said with confidence. Again, there was that confidence that some would mistake for arrogance. Her grandmother had told her that a confident man was a man with a mission and a plan, and that he had every intention on seeing them through. That memory made her nervous. She hesitated before looking up at him. Once their eyes connected her mind began to race with thoughts of their kiss earlier that day. She could still taste him on her lips. The sweetest taste of something she could not have. Was it such a bad thing to wish for it? She had often fantasized about Michael coming back into her life, but now with Ryan in the picture she knew that would be out of the question. He was angry. One look at his face whenever he looked her way told the story. What real man would not be angry in this situation? She admitted that she brought this all on herself, so now they could only move forward and work together to parent their daughter. It was now time to concentrate on Ryan. 

"Ry lets eat." Isla called out, breaking eye contact with Michael. 

Isla's voice calling for their daughter brought Michael back to the present. He would have kissed her if they had stared at one another any longer. What was he thinking? He had to remember what his attorney, Pam had said to him earlier. She was a smart one that Pam. Pam had advised him of all of his legal rights. She had advised him in order to gain custody of his daughter he would have to prove Isla unfit, and from the looks of things right now that was going to be damned hard. "Need any help?" He figured he could at least try to be cordial until he found the information he was looking for.

"No thanks. This is the easy part. Wait until you see the mess she makes."

"Takes after her father in that respect, huh?"

Isla smiled. She remembered how messy Michael was until she moved in. She wondered if he was still a reformed slob or if he had reverted to his sloppy ways. Then she shook that thought out of her head. It was no longer her right to know. Her only concern in regards to Michael was his parenting skills. She had to remember that. 

Ryan came barreling into the room and that snapped Isla into mother mode. Michael watched with envy at their closeness and angry thoughts entered his mind at random times throughout dinner. He hated not having been there for all of her firsts. He would always be angry with Isla for that. He wanted to know why she had deprived him of such wonders. He was so deep in his own angry thoughts that he did not realize that the two ladies at the table were both staring at him. 

Michael noticed Isla stared at him impatiently; one perfectly arched brow slightly raised. She looked as if she was waiting for something. "What?"

"Ryan asked you a question." 

Michael turned his attention to his daughter. "Yes, sweetheart."

"Do you like pizza?"

"Yes, I do." Michael smiled at his daughter. Everything about her was Isla. From her jet-black curly hair that hung almost down to her waist, and the thick lashes that framed her eyes. She did have that dimple in her right cheek like her father and she had his smile. Michael was in awe of this beautiful bundle of energy that was his daughter. 

"Mommy, can we go to the zoo on the weekend?"

"This weekend, sweetie and yes we can go."

"Can my daddy come with us?" Isla gave Michael a look. The look told him to say he was busy, but the worst side of Michael decided not to let her off the hook so quickly. 

"What time should I pick you up on Saturday?"

The look Isla shot in his direction was exactly what he knew it would be. He would teach her, he thought to himself. She was going to regret ever keeping his daughter away from him. Things were just getting started. Isla had yet to see what was to come. 

Isla sat for the next hour in near silence; counting the minutes until it was time for Ryan to get into bed and for Michael to leave. Not being able to control her anger had not been one of her better traits until Ryan had been born. Now she knew to wait until her daughter was out of hearing distance. So, she would wait. 

As Isla cleared the dishes, Michael and Ryan watched a movie in the family room. She would glance over at them from time to time and remember her mom and dad in their happier days. Her dad would always keep her and Taryn occupied while her mom cleaned the kitchen. She and Taryn loved it. Their dad, Thomas, was the fun parent. Isla longed for those days now. She noticed Michael approaching her. Her expression changed. 

Michael could tell that she was not happy with his decision to accompany them to the zoo. If looks could kill, he would be a dead man standing. "Is Ryan asleep?"

"Yes, she zonked out on me ten minutes into the movie?" He looked over at his daughter asleep on the couch. "I can put her to bed if you want."

"Second door on the left," she replied without as much as a glance in his direction. Isla needed space. She was ready to throw something she was so mad. Michael had invaded her space and she did not like it. She was all for this co-parenting world that everyone seemed to be into these days, but she wanted her normalcy back. This was just too much Michael way to soon. His presence brought back everything she had worked to forget. It had only been two days and she was now surrounded by Michael. He was in her thoughts constantly and when she was not thinking about him, she was talking about him with Ryan. Ryan wanted to know everything about her daddy. Isla felt obligated to answer as much as she could. She felt guilt for keeping father and daughter apart. Her grandmother had told her this day would not be easy for her. The elder Isla knew that Michael would be beyond angry and had told her granddaughter what a mistake she thought it was that she would not tell Michael about his child. She had been prepared for anger, but Michael was giving her mixed signals. She knew this Michael. He had called it "keeping them guessing" when he dealt with his business associates. Isla realized that two could play this game and put her own plan into action. 

When Michael returned Isla was standing by the door. "I'm not leaving, yet." His voice was calm. Isla stood, unmoving by the door. Michael thought she had not heard him but he saw her slight intake of breath and knew he had caught her unaware. "We have a lot of things to discuss and we will talk this time Isla." 

Isla relented and walked over to the island and sat down opposite Michael. "So talk."

"Why did you not tell me about Ryan?" 

"Are you serious?" Isla looked at him in disbelief. "Why would I tell you about her Michael? Never did you once say that you wanted children. In fact, you did everything to make me understand that our marriage would be in name only. You made sure I understood it was not a love match. I married you to keep you out of prison. You married me to help me get the first part of my inheritance. We both got what we wanted out of the deal. Ryan was not something either one of us factored into our plans, but when I found out I was pregnant, it was the best day of my life. Until that day I had no idea what was missing from my life."

Michael could understand her reason but he would never agree with it. "You had no right to keep her from me. Do you know what I have missed? You had no right to make that decision for me."

"I had every right." Her hazel eyes were lit up in gold flames. Michael knew he had put those flames there and he knew what she was capable of when mad. "Why would I place my daughter in harm's way?"

"Harm's way?" Michael's voice rose. 

"Yes." Isla looked him directly in the eyes and spoke slowly. "How can I as a parent knowingly have you reject my child?" 

"I would have never rejected, Ryan."

"How was I to know that? All you ever talked about was how you would not want to raise any kids in this life. You spoke on it quite regularly." Isla moved to the refrigerator to take out a bottle of water. "You would always say to me, 'Isla, I wouldn't be a good father' every time we heard about someone having a baby. 'Isla, I don't want children. Children are not in my future.' How many times did I have to hear that before I realized you were actually sending me the message of don't get any ideas about this fake marriage?" 

"You know why I said all of those things. You even said you didn't want children. Hell, you didn't even want to be married."

"I won't deny that. I still don't want to be married, but I am Ryan's mother. I"

Michael cut her off, "I am her father, dammit! I would appreciate it if you don't forget that in the future." 

Isla sat still for a moment, not saying a word. "We won't get anything worked out tonight. You should leave." 

"I agree, but as far as the zoo on Saturday, what time should I pick the two of you up?" "One is good." She walked slowly to the door and let him out.

Isla lay in bed that night deep in thought about everything Michael had said. She would contact her attorney tomorrow. Normally she would have her father all over this, but she wanted to handle this one on her own. She thought about the letter that Taryn had left her so long ago. Isla had read the letter so many times that she could recite it by heart. "Don't ever let a man define who you are. Just think of mom. Just think of me. I am so wrapped up in Adrian that I can't stand to be without him. I knew he was sleeping with Paris, but as long as I had a piece of him, I was ok. The day he came to me and said he was leaving me for her I decided I had to do something." Isla shut her eyes at the thought of what Taryn had done. No one would have every guessed, no one except her grandmother. Grandmother always said Taryn had sad eyes. There was never any light; never any happiness, so when she took those pills that made her sleep, Grandmother Isla was not surprised. 

Isla's parents had gotten divorced when she was too young to realize what divorce would mean for their family. Taryn had explained it the best way a twelve year old could. Isla was only five at the time. Through various conversations, Isla and Taryn learned that their father had been unfaithful to their mother and she had finally said enough is enough and left him. Thomas did not make it easy for her. He fought for custody of the girls and won due to calling in some favors. He would make it so the girls spent as little time as possible with their mother, Diane. It became a battle of race and class. How they ever got back to where they were friends was beyond Isla. She was just grateful to have her mom around full time. Taryn's death had a lot to do with that. 

Over the years, Isla had formed a very jaded opinion of marriage and relationships. She had never wanted children because she thought she would just screw them up as her parents had done with her and Taryn. Taryn's suicide had set the final tone. Isla had never wanted to love anyone that much. So far, the success rate was not a good one. 

Isla wondered how much worse the week could get. She had not slept much this week. Michael had been calling to see how she was reacting to his request for joint custody. Isla was angered to a point that she could not even voice her reaction. Carmen called and so did their other friends. Everyone was concerned for different reasons. She had been tempted a few times to just go back to Manhattan and stay at her apartment there, but pride would not allow it. By Wednesday night her phone had rang so much she just shut it off. After being in complete silence for four hours, she realized it was still of and turned it back on. As soon as she switched the phone on it began to ring. 

"Hello!" Isla's voice was angry.

"Isla?" It was a female voice, familiar but one not heard in a while. 

"Yes."

"Hi its Rya. Darien asked me to call you to tell you she had the baby yesterday."

"Oh my goodness! Hi Rya. I will be there in a few hours. Let me just book my flight."

"I will let her know you are coming, but she had a request before you got here."

Isla could tell by the way that Rya hesitated something was not right. "Is the baby ok, Rya?"

"No no, nothing like that. She is premature, but doctors say she will be fine. Its just that Darien said she wanted me to ask you." Rya was hesitating. Darien had shared the story of Taryn's death with her. 

"She wants to name her daughter after my sister."

After a long pause, Rya finally answered, "yes."

Isla took a moment to stop the tears that sprang to her eyes. "Tell her I said yes, that is fine with us." Rya could tell the woman on the other end of the phone was crying. Isla sniffed and told Rya she would be on the next plane to Manhattan.

On Saturday, Michael rang Isla's doorbell at twelve forty-five. He purposely arrived early to throw her off. Isla's friend, Jasmine answered the door followed by Ryan and Carmen. There was no sign of Isla. 

Ryan ran to the door at the sound of her father's voice. She pushed past both women and threw herself into Michael. "Hi daddy!"

"Hi, angel, are you ready to go?"

"Yes."

Father and daughter left to spend the day together. 

Later that night Isla's flight landed four hours later than it should have. She was tired and cranky from the flight. What should have been an hour flight had turned into five hours. The Buffalo Niagara International Airport was quiet. There weren't too many people there at this late hour, but of the few people, mingling about she could see Michael leaning on a wall near the stairs. Isla was not in the mood for this right now. She knew Michael would want to confront her for what he would believe was her bailing out on the outing to the zoo. 

As she grew closer, she realized he had not seen her yet. Isla's mind went back and forth, on whether she should just walk past him or not. Michael made up her mind when he looked up to see her walking only a few feet away from him. He stood to his full height and seemed to loom over her. "Hello," he said.

"Hi." Her reply was brief. She wanted to gage his reaction before going off on her own tangent with an explanation about why she missed their outing to the zoo.

Michael simply removed the overnight bag from her shoulder and fell in step beside her as she continued to the exit of the airport. Outside a car and driver were waiting for them. Michael handed Isla's bag to the driver and allowed her to enter the car before he slid onto the leather seat beside her. Before they could pull away from the curb, a loud crash of thunder ripped through the sky and a flash of lightening turned the dark sky light for a split second. Isla jumped, but did not scream. Michael then remembered she was afraid of thunderstorms. 




The Deal Ch. 02



"Are you ok?"

"I'm fine."

"Are you still afraid of thunderstorms?"

"Not so much anymore." Isla looked at him. Her eyes held a memory. He remembered their last thunderstorm together. It was a rare occasion in Buffalo to have a thunderstorm in October. This one was different. First, there was the thunder and lightening. That was followed by the extreme drop in temperature, which was followed by sheets of snow. Michael and Isla had been in their separate rooms. The first crash of thunder sent Isla to the door, the second found her in Michael's room.

He had been immediately on alert. "What's the matter?"

Isla had been shaking so badly that Michael thought she had been frightened or someone had tried to break in. She had managed to stammer out that it was the thunder and that she was afraid. Michael had told her to sit down. He was going to take a shower and he would be right back. When his shower had ended, he opened the door to find Isla in his bed hugging her knees. Michael went over to her and gently took her into his arms until she stopped shaking. Isla began to calm down, so he continued to hold her. 

"What made you so afraid of thunderstorms?" He asked as he caressed her back. 

Isla's voice was shaky when she answered, "Everything bad happens during the thunderstorm." She had stopped talking so Michael thought she was not going to elaborate, but she did. "My parents told us they were getting a divorce and later that night the thunderstorm came. Taryn came to my room and stayed the whole night because I was so afraid." Her voice was so childlike that Michael could feel her fear as if she were still that same five-year-old child. 

"What else happened?" Michael had an idea, but he wanted Isla to tell him. "You said everything bad happens during storms."

Isla nodded, but did not say anything for a while. She had never told anyone of her fear of thunderstorms. No one knew, except Taryn. "The day Taryn died was the worst. The sky was as dark as midnight, but it was in the middle of the afternoon. The thunder was so loud. I had waited for her to come to my room as she always did, but she didn't come. I went to her room seeking the comfort she usually gave me, instead I found her lying on her bed. She looked like she was sleeping, but when I shut the door I knew something was different."

"How was it different?" Michael asked gently to coax her along. 

"She just lay there. Taryn was an unusually light sleeper. Everything woke her up, so when I closed the door and she didn't move I went to get into bed with her and she was cold." Michael heard the tears in her voice. He pulled her closer in his embrace. Isla had welcomed the comfort. She sniffed in the darkness. "Taryn was all I had, and Adrian took that away from me. I only had her to go to for comfort and protection from all of my storms and Adrian took that away."

The dam broke.

Michael held Isla as she cried. He allowed her to hold on to him as she cried, for what he figured was the first good cry she'd had in a long while. He held her close all night to give her the comfort and protection she felt she had lost with Taryn. 

Hours later Michael awoke and saw that it as still dark outside. Isla was sprawled across his chest. It was then that he noticed her sleeping attire. It had to be the sexiest scrap of silk nothingness he had ever seen. He thought, she must have really been afraid to come to him dressed in almost nothing. She was sexy as could be in one breathe, but she had been so childlike when tell him of her fear of thunderstorms. 

It was that sexiness that had his erection pressed against the leg she had thrown over his during her sleep. Her softness was intoxicating and the allure of her scent had him thinking thoughts they had not agreed to. Isla stirred in her sleep, causing her body to be brought closer to his. Michael was no longer able to control himself; he kissed her. 

It was the softest of kisses, but Isla responded. It was what she had craved and Michael had been willing to give her all that she needed to relieve her thirst. Isla licked the outline of his lips uncertain if she should take the kiss further. Michael groaned and deepened the kiss before the realization of what he was doing pulled him back. One hand threaded through her silky hair and the other went to the v of her nightgown and freed her breasts. In a heartbeat, he had taken the nipple of one breast in his mouth and caressed it with his tongue. 

Isla arched into Michael, lost in his caresses and kisses. Her body screamed for him to go further, Michael answered its call, by removing her gown all together, and kissing his way down her body until his lips and tongue met with her navel. One hand went to the center of her womanhood and gently connected with the hardened bud and he felt Isla shiver. Isla felt shudders of excitement pass through her body. Michael kissed her intimately and Isla moaned aloud. Michael continued to give her the most intimate tribute until she was shaking uncontrollably. Isla clung to Michael in desperation as ripple after ripple of satisfaction coursed through her tiny frame. Michael moved up to her and threaded both hands in her hair as he kissed her almost savagely. 

Isla tasted her essence on Michael's lips as he entered her. Michael noticed the slight resistance, and he hesitated. Isla, not wanting Michael to stop arched herself into him and allowed her walls to pull him in deeper. Michael looked down into her eyes as he realized his manhood was encased in the softest, tightest place it had ever been. "You should have told me, Isla." She did not respond she had only kissed him and arched her body so that he went deeper inside of her. As Mother Nature continued her rampage outside, Michael made love to Isla. His body moved over and with hers to the beat of a song that only the two of them could hear. When her orgasm rocked her body against his, Michael watched as her golden eyes lit up with the passion that he had brought out of her. She tightened her hold on him as her body shattered into little pieces. Michael kissed his name from her lips as she continued to shake. He watched in amazement as her body experienced its first orgasm, and then he allowed his to over take him.

They had lay together in a web of body parts. Michael was lazily massaging her mass of raven curls and Isla lay her head on his chest. "Why didn't you tell me, Red." Isla knew to pretend that she didn't know what he was talking about would make the situation worst, so she remained silent. "I know you are not sleeping either. So, you may as well answer me."

Isla raised her head to meet his gaze. "Once you kissed me, I wanted you, and I didn't want you to refuse me because of my virginity." She looked down. 

Michael gently pulled her to him and kissed her. "I wanted you too." He felt her smile against his lips and continued to kiss her. 

The car stopped and brought Isla back to the present. She realized Michael was waiting for her to say something. "I'm sorry, what did you say."

"I said I hope you don't mind, but Ryan is at my place with Ms. Betty."

"Oh no, I don't mind that at all. I remembered her always asking us about children. She needed to grandmother someone." They both laughed as they walked into his home. 

Isla was impressed with Michael's success. He had become a very successful pirate. She laughed every time he explained that he was a corporate raider and her father was helping him take over the world block by block. The soft footsteps of Ms. Betty made them both turn around. "Finally, you're here. That precious little thing upstairs waited as long as she could before she passed out."

Isla kissed Ms. Betty on her cheek and smiled. "I guess I will go get her and take her home." 

"Oh, no you won't," Ms. Betty said. "She is asleep and you are too tired to drive. Mickey has enough room for a few extra people. I already fixed the guest room up for you. Its right next to Ryan's room that Mickey had done for her." Ms. Betty turned around to go upstairs. She realized Isla was not following her. "Well aren't you coming?" Isla followed Ms. Betty to the guest room put her luggage away and then went to Ryan's room. 

Isla's sharp intake of breath gave away her surprise at the room. It was every little girls dream. The room sported lavender walls and different Tinkerbell decorations. The large room had shelves of toys and different artworks scattered everywhere. The one thing that caught Isla's eye was Cars bed spread. She smiled. She walked over to her daughter and kissed her gently then Ms. Betty showed her to the kitchen. 

Michael was there. He had waited so as not to give Isla the feeling he was hovering. At the sight of Isla, he felt the tightening in his groin. He hated how she affected him. He sat down at the large island in order to give them space. He noticed her attire for the first time. She wore and ankle length dress with a different pair of wedges. The dress was far from tight but sexy just the same. "Would you like some juice?" He asked. 

"That would be great." Michael watched the movement of her throat as she drank for the huge glass of cranberry juice. 

"Well, you two better get to bed. You have a bid day tomorrow," Ms. Betty said.

"Why? What's tomorrow?" Isla was confused. 

"They are reading your grandmother's will. We have to be at the attorney's office by ten."

"We?" Isla asked confusion marring her face.

"Yes. I was sent a notice as well. It seems your grandmother still thinks I am in the family.



The Deal Ch. 02



One month had passed since the deal had been struck by Hale and Jen. Both parties were sticking to their agreement and Hale had now loss 22 total pounds and Jen had provided two subsequent blow jobs. The first had occurred only five days after the deal had begun as Hale had begun his routine with great gusto, losing thirteen pounds in that time. The weigh in that day had been done at the end of a particularly good day on the treadmill and as the club was busy they had agreed to meet up in the parking lot after her shift had ended. They had planned well enough to have Hale be her last client of her shift. 

Jen remembered how Hale practically ran out the door with an erection and she had met him several minutes later in his car, where he was covering his free and fully erect penis with his jacket in the event that someone inadvertently walked by.

"Well now...look who is ready!" His cock appeared a bit bigger than it had last time and was a bright red and deep purple color as it seemed to strain for air. "Let's see if you can hold on for a few more minutes than last time sailor."

"Aye-aye skipper," he moaned as her lips encircled his engorged cock head. Their last time had been a rushed and messy engagement in the club massage room, and Hale had cum in less than two minutes. Jen decided to apply less force and take her time. Although still heavy and weighing in at three hundred and fourteen pounds, Hale's body was clean and smelled it.

Jen loved the smell of the cock and balls of an excited man. She concentrated on her saliva and her seal on his cock, making sure that she swirled her tongue on him at the very top and never really letting his cock escape her lips. 

Hale's hands had rested mostly on her head and shoulders while she performed for him. Their agreement called for intercourse only after Hale had achieved his actual end goal, hopefully at the end of one year. She was feeling pretty horny though and released him for a minute to adjust her wet panties and to remove them.

Watching the question in his eyes, Jen returned her head to his crotch and shifted her ass a bit, lifting her skirt and said "just because we can't fuck doesn't mean you can't make momma happy."

It became pretty clear that both parties would enjoy their arrangement hereafter. Hale's fingers deftly found their mark and Jen jumped as he quickly and forcefully entered her with two fingers. He alternated directions and force and easily had Jen moaning in several seconds. Her moans somewhat stifled by his cock, the vibrations only added to his happiness and she felt him adjusting his back to deliver the rushing flood of cum. 

She lifted her head and directed him to breathe and then gave herself a moment or two to enjoy the sensation of his plunging hands. "Oh, that's right! Finger fuck me! Make me cum hard." Jen enjoyed dirty talk, especially because it really seemed to work on Hale and even though he had lasted much longer tonight, she was quickly rewarded with his orgasm of five powerful jets of cum that she did her best to swallow immediately.

She couldn't see Hale's face when he came, but she could feel his whole body tense and as she captured his juice in her mouth, she felt him relax and breathe again. After several moments she released him from her mouth with a soft pop and concentrated on the feeling of her own building orgasm. Hale's fingers with long and thick and he kept his nails smooth and trim. He also knew how to touch a woman and the warmth of her body soon washed over his hands as she climaxed softly.

"Wow, Hale. Pardon my saying so, but your wife is a lucky woman."

Hale seemed surprised by the statement, considering what they had just done and was quiet for a few moments.

"Sorry Hale, I didn't mean to say it that way but...."

"Actually no worries. I was just thing about how your goal of helping my marriage as a side benefit is already paying off. Mandy made a comment about my progress and I couldn't help but jump her bones each of the last two nights."

"Way to go buddy!" Jen's look was more distant than her words, remembering her own comments about her husband and thinking that she was horny enough to ride his arrogant cock tonight.

Sensing a closing of her mind, Hale thought he should apologize for bring it up. "We should probably avoid talking about them."

"No its okay. They are both part of why we are here, but I can't help but be jealous of what you have." I she wanted to say more, she didn't and instead turned her eyes away from him and back to his now semi hard cock. "Well look who is still around!"

Hale's cock twitched a bit with her attention and started to grow. She leaned down and gave him a ball to tip lick and said "see you next time big fella. I'd ride you now, but I want to save that for later."

Turning back to him in her difficult position in his front seat, Jen offered him a kiss and put on her underwear and left the car as she smoothed her skirt. Before closing the door she turned and asked him "How do I look?"

"Like you just sucked my cock and walked right into a fashion magazine."

"Careful Hale, talk like that is going to get you bonus blow jobs." And with that Jen shut the door and walked away.

As he tried to tuck his erection into his boxers and pants, Hale watched Jen's ass sway as she walked to her car and gave a wave as she got in and drove off. Out loud but to himself he said: "I may just be the luckiest man alive."

Hale never noticed that his other car was parked two rows behind his in the parking lot. He certainly did not notice the disbelief and bewilderment in her eyes. Mandy's suspicions, improbable as she thought them to be at first were now confirmed. Her only problem was that she had no idea how to deal with the mixture of emotions she was now feeling.



The Deal Ch. 02



James watched beads of sweat fall from his forehead to Lavannia's back as he released his tight grip. He retrieved the key, and unlocked her wrists. Immediately, she jumped up, pushed him to the floor, and began to kiss his lips. She kissed him with a passion that she couldn't remember feeling before. There was something about their combination that was both lethal and perfect. Their sexual chemistry was second to none.

"Handcuffs?" she asked, her lungs finally beginning to refill with oxygen. The fangs were still in her mouth, and as she spoke, despite James' being satisfied, he found them incredibly exciting. "God DAMN that was hot!!!"

"An old toy," he said. "Haven't had the chance to use them for a while."

"Well, don't put them away. We're going to need them again."

"Oh?"

Lavannia reached for the handcuffs as the music continued to throb in the background. The smell of sex was in the air as she locked James' wrist to the leg of the leather couch, then his other wrist to the opposite leg. "We're just getting started..."



The Deal Ch. 03



Charlie stood up, his fingers wet with her juice, her musky smell making him dizzy with anticipation. His hands ran up her legs and butt, lightly over her body, her back and then reached for her heavy breasts. He felt her tight nipples with satisfaction and squeezed them hard, smiling gently as she gasped. She was so responsive - he loved the way she had cum within minutes, her entire body shuddering with passion. He also enjoyed the way her pussy pulsated as she came, almost squirting juice. This was one fine woman...

"Jess," he whispered, and turned her toward him, kissing her neck and face. He pulled her close to him and kissed her deeply, and his hands traveled to her butt and squeezed them hard. Her kisses were urgent, her tongue darting between his lips and she pulled his shirt out of his pants and he felt her scratching his back lightly fumbling under the cloth. He kissed back with raw passion, the heaviness of her breasts against his chest adding to his sensory pleasure. He smelt her perfume, her body and her hair, as his tongues touched soft lips and then touched hers with anticipation. They stood there for countless moments it seemed, as they clung to each other with desperate pleasure, and their hands explored.

Suddenly, she pulled away, and looked at him with a slight smile. Then, just as suddenly, she reached for his shirt and ripped it open, the buttons popping as she did so.

He gasped at the violence, and then grinned," All you had to do was ask,"

"More fun this way, baby" she giggled, pulling off the shirt and tossing it to the ground. He looked at her in the dim light, and enjoyed her breasts as they bounced slightly. She was still in her heels, and her legs looked exotic in them. He moved to pull her closer, but she pushed him away.

"No way, kiddo," she said sternly, still smiling," Not until you take off your pants." She stood with her hands on her hips, legs slightly apart showing her pussy off well," I need to see some skin, buddy."

He grinned, kicking off his shoes and socks and pulling off his pants, he said," Good enough?" He still had a pair of soft, gray cotton boxers on, his cock making a tent of it. It felt good to be out of his clothes, and he felt the cool breeze in his boxers. His testicles were loose and hanging free, almost swinging.

"Good enough, I'll take over now," she said, as she reached for him. They kissed, their bare bodies touching for the first time, raising goosebumps in shock. He felt her nipples against his chest and he moaned, his own nipples hardening in response. She grasped his butt cheeks through the boxers, and squeezed them hard, and then scratched his back gently. He pulled her closer and they started to grind against each other's groin, still kissing as they moaned with pleasure. He felt his cock explode in hardness, yearning to be squeezed, touched, stroked. She seemed to sense it, and reached between their bodies, into the boxers. She grasped the base of his cock hard and moved up his shaft, still squeezing hard. They kept kissing deeply, and he was now in a frenzy, scratching her back lightly. Her hand moved up his cock and got to his head, and she was gentler now, touching him softly.

"You are uncut ..." she said suddenly, surprised.

"Yes, does that bother you?" he whispered, concerned, his cock losing it hardness ever so slightly.

She giggled," No .. no way," she said, starting to kiss him," I love that. I just didn't expect it."

She started to kiss his chest and then moved down his stomach, getting on her knees. He realized what she was going and moved his legs apart as she pulled his boxers down. He was delighted to hear her moan as she saw his cock spring free of the boxers, then settle to point straight at her face. His balls were swinging, cock, hard and erect.

She looked at it, a familiar thrill running through her body and touching her pussy. She loved it! It was perfectly formed, the head covered by the foreskin, but the slit showing, the tiny lips glistening. His scrotum was hanging loose, his balls huge and looking inviting. She obliged and cupped them in her hand, and they hung heavy in her hand, threatening to spill over. With her other hand, she grasped his cock and pulled back his foreskin, all the was back, and his cock head sprung up, red and moist.

A little clear liquid oozed out between the small lips. Pre-cum! She licked it off - mmm, salty - with the tip of tongue. She heard him moan as she did so, and she smiled. She fingered herself as she took his head and sucked on it.

"Shiiit," Charlie gasped, his legs tensing. He looked down at her, her butt and back so beautiful. He held her head gently and allowed his fingers to play with her hair, as he felt his cock in her mouth. He closed his eyes, enjoying the pleasure.

She smelt his strong, male musk, and breathed it in deeply. She loved the way his cock head filled he mouth just right, and ran her tongue over the tight skin. She traced the cock slit with her tongue and gently pried them open. Enjoying the way Charlie tensed his muscles, she traced his strong thigh with one hand, and then settled on his butt. She was still gently fingering herself, pressing her nipples against his legs, and she felt her juices run into her fingers. She moaned, the stirrings of an orgasm forming deep inside. She squeezed his butt with her hand and then moved her hand between the butt cheeks slowly. She heard Charlie groan, guttural, almost animal-like, and knew he was close, and reluctantly let go off his cock. She got up, kissing his body, enjoying his body all the way up.

"Huh.." Charlie opened his eyes, gasping with pleasure," What .."

"Baby, in me," she said, her voice heavy with lust," Come into me. I want you in me the first time..."

He looked at her in amazement, and his chest tightened with pleasure as he realized she wanted him badly.

She turned back, placing her hands back against the window sill, and drew her legs apart, steadying herself. She then moved one hand down her body and started fingering herself quickly," Come, hon," she said, her words tripping over each other," Put that baby in me."

He entered her, gasping with pleasure at the warm wetness, his cock head flaring up inside her as he thrust slowly. With one hand on the sill, he steadied himself, and the other took hold of her breast roughly and played with her nipple. He flet her convulse under him, and she moaned.

"Push deeper," she said, "Baby ..."

He started to thrust harder and pushed deeper with each thrust, slamming hard into her butt as he did so. For a few moments, the room was filled with the gentle but urgent rhythm of flesh against flesh.

She moaned as she felt him fill her, her fingers on her clit, she could feel his cock slamming inside her. Pleasure started to overcome her, and she braced herself as her pussy started to throb again. With a soft cry, she allowed herself to let go and she felt herself tremble as she came with a rush, sensations overwhelming her. For a few beautiful moments, she was caught up in ecstasy, whimpering, the brunt of buffeting pleasure.

"Ah ..." Charlie almost yelled, as he felt her beautiful body shake in waves beneath him. He willed himself to prolong the pleasure, as he continue slam into her, and then he too let go, as he heard Jess pant," Come, Charlie ..."

With a hard heave, his cock pulsated on last time, and he came deep inside her, the pleasure almost blinding him. He came in hard spurts, several of them, hot cum filling her, and she felt herself orgasm once more.

As they remained panting, his cock still in her, and a steady drip of juice and cum hitting the floor, she felt a warm sensation overcome her, and a last shudder of pleasure ran through her. A satisfying end to several weeks of negotiating, she thought, with a smile.



The Deal Ch. 03



The executor of her grandmother's estate looked to be just barely out of law school. Isla wondered how he had met the Grand Dame. Isla sat starkly still. She listened to the executor speak endlessly about how her grandmother had been a great woman. He went on a tangent about how she was always firm but fair in her dealings with people, and how she gave him a chance after spending one afternoon with him and his wife. Isla could tell that the executor, Marques, had great respect for the Grand Dame as many called her grandmother. 

The energy in the room picked up and Isla could tell, Michael Mann had arrived without turning to verify it. "Mr. Mann, it is a pleasure to see you again." Again? Isla wondered when the two had met. 

"The pleasure is mine, I'm sure," Michael said as he situated himself next to Isla at the long conference table. He acknowledged Isla with a slight smile and a whispered, "good morning." She nodded in return. Michael understood how she was feeling. She expressed last night how she hated the process. Isla had said the reading of the will made it feel like her beloved grandmother was being cut into tiny pieces. 

Isla silently sent up a prayer and exhaled the breath she had not realized she was holding since Michael walked into the room. She had been thinking about the dinner that she had shared with Michael and Ryan before her trip to see Darien. Diane, her mother sat next to her and lightly held her hand. Isla leaned over and kissed her mother on the cheek. Since Taryn's death, they had formed a bond that had become unbreakable. It did bend a little when Diane and Thomas found out their daughter was pregnant and she had refused to name the father. Diane had convinced Thomas not push Isla into disclosing the information. She had said at the time that everything would be revealed soon enough. Ryan was almost four and they still did not know who had fathered the child. 

Thomas walked into the conference room and sat across from Diane. He smiled at the two remaining women in his life. Age had him wondering what had gone wrong with him and Diane. He looked at Isla and an over whelming love just swelled his heart. He saw the pain in her eyes and felt helpless to help her. He knew he had not been the best father, but he did what he could. Thomas drew his attention back to the voice of the executor.

"Good morning, everyone, now that we are all here lets get started." Marques took his seat. Everyone took their seats. Isla noticed that there were representatives from the various charities and committees that her grandmother had been affiliated. "Now, I know everyone has basically cleared their schedule for today and you are all anxious to get this over with but there are a lot of items to cover and I have been instructed to follow the order.

"Who gave that instruction?" It was Rachelle, one of Isla's second or third cousins that asked the question.

"My grandmother did," said Isla. The expression on her face and the tone of her voice left no room for arguments. Rachelle remained quiet. Marques nodded his thanks. 

Marques began reading the long list of items and to whom those items would be given. No one was surprised when the bulk of the estate went to Ryan Marine DiAmico, she was the only great grandchild and she had been practically raised with the elder Isla. However, everyone was shocked with the next two specific instructions in the will. It was read that Isla must disclose to Ryan's father about her existence and that they had to go on a one-month vacation as a family. 

"Excuse me?" Isla almost shouted.

"Is there a problem, Miss DiAmico?"

"The will states I have to live with the father of my child for one month. Not happening." 

"Miss DiAmico if you don't follow the terms your grandmother has set forth, your daughter will lose her inheritance." Marques eyed Isla closely.

"What if he doesn't want to live with me?"

"He has no choice. The will is very specific and air tight. I checked it myself." The executor smiled at his own joke.

"Isla, sweetheart, you have to get in contact with Ryan's father and let him know what is going on," said Thomas. He had always known that his mother knew the identity of Ryan's father, but would not break Isla's confidence.

"I don't think that will be necessary." Isla felt Michael shift beside her. She felt the anger radiate from him. She looked at him; pleading for him not to say anything. "Donate the inheritance to charity. Ryan will be taken are of without it." 

"Isla, you can't mean that." Diane had spoken up before Thomas could get his thoughts together. 

"I mean every word of it. Ryan will be just fine without the money from Yaya." Isla began to gather her things. "I have to go. My daughter will be out of school soon." She looked toward Marques. "Is there anything else I should know?"

"No. Thank you for your time." Marques watched the young woman walk out of the conference room. 

Isla was mad. How could her grandmother have done this to her? Disinherit her child unless she revealed that Michael was her father. She slammed her fingers against the down button for the elevator. She fumed all the way to the lobby. Her DKNY sunglasses came in handy as she put them on and walked toward the parking garage. Yaya knew what revealing the identity of Ryan's father could do Ryan. She just could not for the life of her understand why her grandmother had felt it was so important. Who knew what type of enemies Michael had acquired over the years. Isla knew how her father had been threatened and how her family home had been vandalized as a child due to her father's involvement with the Brotherhood. 

Thomas had built his entire empire and reputation by working with the Brotherhood as their attorney. It had started out as a network of friends then Carter Maxon had started to bring in the underground establishment and it had taken years for the Brotherhood to regain their reputation as a legitimate society of professional men. 

"How could she want me to reveal Michael's relationship to anyone knowing what the Brotherhood was capable of doing?" Isla spoke aloud to herself. Her cell phone rang and her first thought was to ignore it, but whenever Ryan was not with her, she answered her phone out of fear. "Hello," she bit the word out as if it hurt.

"Isla, we need to talk." It was Michael. 

"I am going home. You can meet me there once I pick up Ryan."

"I'll be there in about an hour."

Isla did not respond. She just pushed the off button on her phone and threw the phone in the passenger seat. She had calmed down some by the time she got to the pre-school. Ryan came running up to her once she spotted her down the hall. Isla smiled. She looked so adorable in her burgundy school uniform, with that massive ponytail flying about as she ran. 

"Hi Ry-girl" Isla greeted her as she slammed herself into Isla's legs. 

"Mommy, can I go see Pop-Pop today?" 

Isla kissed her chubby cheek and sadly declined the request of her daughter. Ryan didn't seem to mind once she was informed that her daddy was coming over and would probably eat dinner with them tonight. 

At Isla's home, Michael was waiting. Ryan went barreling into him once she got out of the car. "Hi Daddy!" 

"Hello Princess how was school today?" 

"Good," was all Ryan would commit to when it came to school. Michael followed Isla into the apartment carrying Ryan in his arms as they continued to chat. 

Isla walked into the condo and placed her keys on the table by the door. She went about her normal routing until she noticed Michael watching her intently. "What?"

Michael smiled. "You just seem different."

"Different how?" 

"Just different." Michael would not elaborate any more than that. Isla simply shrugged her shoulders and went about pulling out ingredients to make a nice pasta dish and salad. Again Michael was watching her.

"OK, cowboy, spill it. Why are you staring at me?"

Michael continued to smile. "I am in awe of this domestic diva you have become." He laughed a little at the arch of her manicured brow. "What made you become so this." Michael waved his hands in the air as if to say he was at a loss for words. 

"This, as you call it," she said mockingly waving her arms. "Is a result of Ryan. Me and my Ry-girl have been through a lot." When she thought she would say too much she stopped and turned away from him. 

Michael sensed she was going to say more, but she did not say anything else on the subject. Michael felt her close that part of herself off from him and thought it best to let sleeping dogs lay. He decided to get to the point of the visit. "Isla, what are we going to do about your grandmother's will?"

"We are not going to do anything about it. I meant every word I said. They can take the entire two hundred and fifty million and give it to charity." She continued to slice cucumber for the salad as if she had said twenty-five dollars instead of a quarter of a billion dollars. 

"How is that fair to Ryan?" 

"Excuse me? I-I'm not sure I heard you correctly."

"I said how is that fair to Ryan?"

Isla smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Ryan will be fine. I have money of my own. You have money of your own. Not to mention my grandmother left my father in charge of all of her business matters until Ryan is of age to handle them herself."

"Or you reveal that I am her father, which ever comes first."

"So that's what this is about? You want control of Isla Marine, Inc." She walked over to within arms reach of where he was standing. She was no longer wearing the heels that she had sported earlier so she had to look up at him even more, as he towered over her. "What's it worth to you?"

"Its not worth anything to me, but to know I will be running it for my daughter's future benefit. I would do anything."

"Including spending a month in the same house with me?" She questioned. 

"Yes." 

"Then it's a deal. We can stay in your house in Virginia Beach."

Michael waited for the "but", but it never came. Isla simply turned away and continued making dinner. In the midst of shredding lettuce for the salad she looked up to Michael and said, "Don't forget the will states we have to live in the house for a month. If you leave early we forfeit the inheritance."

"I know exactly what it means."

"Then I suggest you be prepared."

Michael confirmed an itinerary and Isla called her parents to come over so that she could give them the news of Michael being Ryan's father. Diane was first to arrive and when she saw Michael with Ryan she knew instantly why her daughter had invited her over. "So you finally decided to tell him?"

"You knew?" Isla questioned. 

Diane nodded slowly. She watched Isla knowing that she wanted to know how she had know Michael was Ryan's father. "I knew it the minute she was born. That one dimple in her cheek, and her mouth gave it away. She has her father's lips." Diane watched her daughter smile. "And I know you still love him, so be careful with this arrangement of yours Isla. If its not what's best for you and Ryan don't stay in it." That was all her mother had to say. Isla went into Diane's arms and kissed her cheek softly.

"Thanks mom."

"Anytime. Now you know your father is going to be a little slow to catch on to things, and the lawyer in him is going to want an explanation. Be prepared for the inquisition." Diane then smiled and caressed her daughter's cheek. 

As Diane had said, Thomas was not so easy. He demanded to know why Michael never came to claim his child. Isla had to explain that Michael did not know about Ryan until her grandmother's funeral. That sent Thomas on another tangent about how Michael had a right to know and Isla had no right keeping his child away from him. Diane had walked over and touched Thomas' arm and he instantly calmed down. He looked into her dark brown eyes and without saying a word; he knew what she was saying. Isla took note of her parents and realized that her father was still in love with the ageless beauty that stood beside him, and her mother had love for her father as well. 

Thomas turned his attention back to his daughter. "Issy, I just want you to do what is best for you and Ryan. Now that I know Ryan's estate is in capable hands, I will start the paperwork to transfer everything over to you and Michael." He then turned to Michael. I hope the month spent in Virginia will allow you to bond with your daughter now in a way that I did not when my girls were that age. I am sorry that you were kept away from Ryan. She is a real treasure to us all." 

"Thanks, Thomas."

"Lady Di, if you will allow me to accompany you home." Thomas waited for her response. Hoping that she would not reject him as she always did.

"I did drive my car, but if you want to follow me to my house and then we can go grab a bite to eat." 

Thomas took what was offered even though he wanted so much more. "After you." Thomas held the door as he allowed Diane to exit before him. 

Once her parents were gone Isla cleaned the kitchen and began to pack for herself and Ryan. Michael had remained. He had decided to spend some time with Ryan while Isla did the packing. Isla was in her bedroom packing her luggage when Michael knocked on the door. "I take it our little darling is asleep?" 

Michael only nodded. He had never ventured to this side of the hall way when putting Ryan to bed. He looked around at the décor and noticed it was all Isla. The room was sexy but soft with a hint of masculinity to it. Isla had stilled her hands from folding her clothes and stood before Michael with a red bikini top dangling from her fingers. The sight of the top started stirrings in places Michael didn't want to think about right now. Isla placed the items in her suitcase and turned toward Michael. 'I will walk you out."

She walked in front of Michael, and he could only be transfixed on her round bottom. He had always been an ass man, and Isla's was the best he had ever seen. At the door, he regained his composure. "Good night, Michael I will see you in the morning." 

Michael just stared into her eyes. No words were needed when he knew what he wanted. He had to kiss her. Isla sensing what was about to happen, nervously licked her lips, and that was Michael's undoing. He roughly took her in his arms and his mouth claimed hers for his sole possession. He registered her original intent to resist, so he deepened the kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth and took claim of what he felt was his. When he felt her surrender, he entangled his hands in her mass of curls in an effort to bring her closer. 

An alarm went off for Isla. A part of her wanted to end this right now, but the part of her that had craved his touch for the last four years defied her common sense self. She convinced herself that nothing was wrong with taking a kiss from the one person you had craved the taste of for four years. Nothing was wrong with it, except that they would be spending a month in a house together and she did not want Michael to think he could take certain liberties with her. She surfaced from her hazy thoughts and pushed against his chest. Muscle, that was all she felt. Michael was a well-built man with not one ounce of fat. Her finger itched to touch his skin. Nothing wrong with that she thought as he continued to kiss her senseless. Isla felt her hands moved towards the buttons of his shirt and something made her stop. She pushed against him again, but with more force. Michael released her, slowly. He continued to kiss her lips in soft quick butterfly kisses. He turned her face up toward him so she could see what he felt. "We are not done." 

"I think we better call it a night, cowboy." 

Michael kissed her gently once more, "we are no where near done." He released her and closed the door softly behind him as he left. 

Isla immediately called Carmen and Jasmine on three way. After telling them the entire story including the kiss, Jasmine gave her an idea she had not yet considered. "What if it works out for you two this time?" Isla laughed it off, but those same thoughts continued to haunt her as she drifted off to sleep.



The Deal Ch. 04



They had been at the beach house for two days. Michael knew this because he counted the minutes and hours. He tortured himself now watching Isla in a pair of too short denim shorts that allowed that damn red bikini to peak from beneath it. He sat in a lounger watching Isla and Ryan as they played at the water's edge. He laughed at Ryan's attempt at bravery when she ran up to the waves, but ran back once she realized they were bigger than she was. Isla swept her into her arms just as the wave covered them both. They were both knocked to the sand by the wave. 

Thirty days is a long time he thought to himself. Why are you torturing yourself was his next thought. Isla was sex personified. Everything about her was sexy. Michael thought of how she ate enormous amounts of food at each setting and that even turned him on. He laughed when he thought about how Isla always says you can't trust people that don't eat. Ryan's shriek caught his attention and he laughed as she attempted to kick water at Isla. Michael grabbed his camera and began snapping away. He had always been a fan of off guard photos. These he would cherish once the thirty days were over. He watched Isla now, and even in mother mode, she was sexy as hell. Damn! This is going to be a long thirty days. He looked towards heaven. "Thanks for the setup old girl." 

Michael watched Isla and continued to snap pictures. He remembered his first time meeting Isla he was floored. Hurricane Isla came storming into Thomas' office demanding to know why her credit card had been shut off. Once Thomas had explained to the then sixteen-year-old Isla that she was over spending, she emptied her entire Coach bag on his desk and proceeded to shred every credit card her father had given her. Isla then turned to Michael and said, "Hello, I'm Isla Marine DiAmico, will you please tell my father I don't need his money." She then walked out of the office slamming the door behind her. Michael smiled at the memory. Her temper had always been short, Thomas had explained. All Michael could remember about that day was how red her face got when she was angry. Any other time her smooth mocha complexion just held him captive. He had seen Thomas a month later being escorted by his eldest daughter, Taryn. He had asked him then how long it took Isla to ask for the credit cards to be replaced. He had watched sadness creep into the older man's eyes. "She hasn't," Thomas had replied. 

Michael and Thomas had just become acquainted. The day Isla stormed into his office had been their first meeting. Michael had become acquainted with Taryn because she worked in her father's office. He knew she was in relationship with Adrian. Everyone had hopes of them getting married. Sadness began to wash over Michael as he realized that night at the party had been his last time seeing Taryn alive.

"Why the long face, Cowboy?" A dripping wet Isla stood before him looking every bit the fantasy woman of any man's dreams. Her cut off shorts hung low on her hips and Michael could again see a glimpse of the red bikini bottom. The white button down was now wet and he could clearly see the red bikini top that hardly contained the delicious breast that he had become familiar with while they were married. Her raven colored hair hung down her back and curled in mass on her head. Michael fought the urge to wrestle her to the sand and kiss her senseless. The miniature replica standing next to her with the grin on her face was the sole reason he resisted. 

"I was thinking of the day we met. That led to thoughts of Taryn and the last time I saw her." He left off the "alive" part. He knew she would be sad enough knowing he was thinking of her sister. Isla only nodded and then took Ryan by the hand and headed for the house. 

After dinner, Ryan watched a movie and then drifted off to sleep. Michael carried her to her room and tucked her in. "Thank you for putting her to bed."

"I'm her father Isla, its what I'm supposed to do." Isla shrugged her shoulders and retrieved the cookies from the cupboard. Michael took the opportunity to ask what had been nagging him since he found out about Ryan. "Why didn't you tell me about Ryan?"

"I told you I believed you when you said you didn't want kids." 

"I don't believe that for a minute. You know me. You have known me better than anyone else has. You know I would have taken care of the two of you."

"The same way Carter took care of Denise. Or maybe the way my father took care of my mother." Michael knew what she was referring to; in both cases, the men had taken the children from their mothers. 

"I would have never taken Ryan away from you." 

"I couldn't trust that. The track record speaks for itself." She walked away from him. "Isla, you know me. You know I would never do anything to hurt you."

"I only know what the Brotherhood has taught me. I would have liked to believe that you wouldn't have taken Ryan from me, but I couldn't trust that."

"So what makes what you did to me any different than what you feared I would do to you? You kept my child away from me, the same way you were kept from your mother." 

Isla looked away from him. He was right she had done that, but finding out she was pregnant gave her a different sense of self worth. Isla felt a connection with the baby as soon as the doctor gave the results of the blood work. There was never a question of should she keep the baby. Her grandmother had urged her to call Michael, but the fear of losing her child was the only reality she could think of. She had refused out of fear of rejection and fear of losing the only guaranteed love she would ever have. 

Isla remembered how her mother would cry when it was time for her and Taryn to go home to their dad. She never wanted to know that feeling of loss. She remembered how Sarina and Simone had been told by their father that their mother had left them. The reality was that Carter Maxon had taken them from her and blackmailed Denise into never contacting her girls again. That type of loss was not in Isla. She knew she would never be able to handle losing Ryan. Therefore, for no other reason than being scared of lonely, she never told Michael about Ryan. 

"Isla, I just want you to understand that I love Ryan. Finding out I am a father, has been the biggest shock of my life, but it has also given me the gift of loving someone other than myself. I love her, unconditionally. There is nothing that I wouldn't give her or do to protect her. I don't want you to think I don't love her. My heart swells every time I hear her laughter. I just want to be allowed to spend time with her. I want to get to know her, the way you do." 

Isla nodded her head. "We have this whole month to decide on visitation. Right now, you have her all day and all night. I will not stand in the way of you getting to know Ryan." 

"Thank you." 

"Don't thank me for doing something I should have done a long time ago. I understand what you are going through. I promised Yaya that once you found out that I would never keep Ryan away from you. I have always answered any question she has had about you. I showed her your picture. She knows you, but not the way she should." Isla watched Michael move to the stool and lean over the island in the kitchen. He was only inches away from her. She felt his heat and for a moment lost her train of thought. "I – um – I want her to get to know you." 

Isla was still dressed in those damn shorts that had him twisted in knots all day. Her legs were shapely and gave the illusion that she was taller than she actually was. Michael rubbed his hands down his face in an effort to keep from touching her. He thought about what his attorney had said. She had advised him that proving Isla unfit would be extremely difficult. She had no criminal record or drug problem. Ryan was not being abused and from all perspectives, she looked to be happy. Isla was perfect in the court's eyes. Pam, his attorney, had advised Michael to try to see if he could reconcile with Isla. Michael had been giving the idea some thought. It would allow him to get to know his daughter and if he could get the raven-haired sex siren back into his bed that would be a plus for him as well. 

Michael stood to his full height without moving away from Isla. He watched as she looked up to him with wariness in her eyes. "Maybe, for the sake of our daughter, we can present a united front."

Isla visibly swallowed. His heat was causing her body temperature to rise. He was too close. So close, that his heat took away the chill that she had been feeling. "Maybe." 

"And maybe," he fixed both hands on the counter on either side of her. "We can become friendlier toward one another."

"I have no desire to sleep with you." Isla stated matter of factly.

"You may not desire to sleep with me, and that's fine. I don't plan on sleeping once I get you back into my bed, Isla." Before she could protest, he kissed her. It was a kiss that told her what he wanted. A kiss that gave her no choice but to surrender to it, and when she did Michael deepened the kiss some more. He heard a half purr half moan escape from her lips and he eased his hand under that white button down. He caressed her smooth skin and teased the tips of her breast with the pad of his thumbs until they were begging for more. 

Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, Isla knew she should stop him from exploring her body the way he was doing now. She wanted to stop him, but her body craved his touch and when she arched into him, Michael circled his arms around her waist, lifted her until her bottom sat on the counter of the island. He continued kissing her. He hoped to revive the memories of four years ago in her. He wanted Isla to remember how good they were together. As his hands explored her body and his mouth devoured hers he silently wondered how he would survive if she walked away from him again. He needed Isla in his life. That revelation startled him as much as it intrigued him. His need for her took over as he eased his hands to the zipper of her shorts and pulled it down. His hands found the apex between her legs and the heat he found there urged him on.

Isla arched up to meet his fingers. They were both frustrated by the amount of clothing separating them. Michael took off her shorts, "this damn bikini has been driving me crazy all day," he said as he lowered the bottoms to the floor. Isla laughed, and Michael captured the sound before it left her lips. 

The kiss caused them to both forget the past, forget why they had been thrown back together because of the will. Nothing mattered but this kiss. This connection that was full of promises of a future together. A future that Isla knew she could not have. Nothing had changed, so she stopped the kissed and pulled away. "This isn't right. Its not fair to either one of us, and definitely not to Ryan. This time is for you to get to know your daughter. Its not meant for us to do this." She squirmed against him to emphasis her need to get away from him. 

"What's wrong with this?" Michael asked as he looked down at her. 

"Its not right." She tried to sit up but he wouldn't allow her to move. 

"What's not right about it, Isla? You want me; I want you. It sounds pretty right to me." 

"Well, it shouldn't. This is how we ended up here." She made another attempt to get up and this time Michael allowed it. 

He watched Isla slide back into the shorts that had only moments ago been removed from her body. "Isla," he said.

Isla shook her head no. "I will not allow lust to cloud my judgment of what is right for my child."

"Our child," Michael bit out. "And what is wrong with us making love?"

"Have you forgotten you don't love me?" Her eyes willed him to say differently. Her heart sank when he released her. She had hoped for a brief moment that Michael would say he loved her, but he didn't. 

Michael lay in the hammock listening to the waves kiss the beach and wondered what Isla would have done had he confirmed the love he felt. He walked away in an effort not to scare her off. Right now, she would only believe that he wanted to be with her because of Ryan. She would never believe that he wanted her in his life forever. He laughed to himself. It never ceased to amaze him that he could never do the right thing with this woman. 

Isla tossed and turned, her body yearning for Michael's. Why had she pushed him away? She admitted it was tempting to make love to him. She had yet to feel another man's touch. Her body only responded to Michael. This was the reason she was laying wide-awake in her room longing to be made love to. "I need a drink of water." 

Michael watched, as Isla stood at the refrigerator with the door open. The light within cast her in silhouette and Michael found it hard to breathe as he took in the view of her curves as she stood drinking from a glass of water, completely unaware of his presence. Michael felt himself harden as he continued to watch her. Thank God for loose pajama pants, he thought. When his need to touch her over took his will to remain unnoticed, he made his presence known. 

Michael walked up behind her silently and lazily caressed her body as he kissed her neck. He felt body quiver first in surprise and second as a reaction to his touch. "What are you doing up this late?" Isla asked. Her voice almost a whispered purr as Michael toyed with her breast through the bodice of maxi length style gown she was wearing.

"I was going to eat the last piece of the red velvet cake, but you are a distraction of a sweeter kind, Isla." Michael pulled her tight against him. Isla felt her control slipping as she felt the length of him pressed against her. Michael continued kissing her neck and applying more pressure to her breast. Isla was struggling for breath when she pushed away from him. 

"Michael, I don't think –" 

Michael silenced her with a kiss that had her entire body consumed with heat. "Don't think, Red. Just feel" He took her hand and placed it on his erection. "Just feel." He gathered her back in his arms and kissed her.

Isla had been kissed before. She had experienced Michael's kisses before, but this kiss was different. He made love to her mouth. His tongue teased and caressed hers as he involved her mouth in a sensual dance that drew her in further. Isla felt herself let go. The tide came in and swept her under and Michael was there to catch her as she surrendered to him. Michael had backed her against the counter and now Isla felt herself being sat upon the same counter she had occupied hours earlier. 

Michael felt her surrender and pressed forward. He wasted no time lifting her gown and relieving her of the scrappy piece of lace material that she called panties. His hand cupped the center of her pleasure and Isla melted into him. Michael stole the gasp from her lips as he molded his mouth to hers and again assaulted her tongue. Michael only broke the kiss to remove the gown from her body completely. He took a moment to commit the image of a naked Isla to memory. He noticed her curves were fuller and guessed that was due to childbirth. Isla's hands caressed the muscles of her chest and she took in all of the heat from his body. She had always associated the heat with Michael. She felt the soft barely there hair on his chest and continued upward until her arms were around Michael's neck and she was pulling herself into a sitting position with Michael standing between her legs. Michael wasted no time removing his pajama pants and in one swift move, he was buried deep inside Isla. He paused to take in the moment and then he began to move within her.

Isla adjusted her movements to match Michael's rhythm. Michael lay her back so that he could feast upon her breasts. Isla was dizzy with lust and her body tensed in anticipation of the first wave of fulfillment. "Michael," she whispered against his mouth.

"I know, baby. I know." He held her tighter as completion gripped them both at the same time. Michael felt her legs shake and squeeze him tighter. He leaned forward and kissed her savagely as he felt himself release inside her. Michael lifted Isla in his arms and carried her to his room. He placed Isla on the bed and then went back to retrieve their clothing from the kitchen. When he returned, she was sound asleep.