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Deal gone bad...
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Deal gone bad... “Fuck”! She never used to speak like that. It’s the people I work with, yes, this is their fault. I need to clean up my language. Her musing precluded her from saying it several more times as her bus moved on without her. It is bad enough to miss a bus, but so much worse when you can watch the bus pulling away. “Fuck”! It was a difficult day/evening at work. Eva should have been out of the ER by 8:30 and on the now disappearing 8:40 bus. An annoying transvestite had demanded that someone take a look at his/her balls, which were the size of small melons. The two giggling doctors on call thought it would be fun to have Eva field that exam. After looking at his/her prize gonads, she turned the tables by explaining to him/her that he/she had ball cancer and needed a dick specialist. She pointed at Dr. Goldstein. “He’s big into dick” she said as she turned on her heels and headed out into the rainy evening. Eva had plans and need to get home soon; she was already late and still had to get down to 42nd Street and then all the way across town. The rain slowed the City to a crawl. She stood where, three days ago, there was a bus shelter. “Why the fuck would they remove a bus shelter, Christ, this City is so… fucked up!” What is going on with my mouth, she pondered? Her umbrella was small and cheap and the wind made it an anemic way to keep herself dry. Eva stood with a damp crowd, which formed around her. She edged over behind an enormous woman holding an enamors umbrella. Eva nestled herself between their two umbrellas and tried to stay dry. It was during her journey home each evening that she usually called her husband. She and Derrick chatted about their days, had some laughs and generally caught up on life. Eva was still waiting for a transfer to the hospitals emergency room on Long Island so they could finally live as man and wife. She didn’t want to talk to Derrick yet. It was not unusual for her not to call him until she got home, but tonight she needed him to not get suspicious, to think that everything was normal. Eva took out her phone and typed a text, ‘I’m running a little late.’ The text did not go to Derrick. She got a quick reply, ‘So am I.’ At least the rain is equally fucking up everybody tonight. Rain made the streets glisten. Rain made the horns honk. Rain made everything considerably more uncomfortable in an already uncomfortable city. Rain also made the buses more crowded. The fat woman with the big umbrella parked her giant ass right next to her little ass. Eva felt like an industrial farm chicken, all jammed into her tiny space. She took a look out the window and saw herself in the reflection. Oh, this isn’t good. She looked like crap. She really need to not look like crap tonight. Eva took out her prettying up acoutramount and went to work. By the time the bus hit the river she was as squared away as she could possibly be under the circumstances. One of the bellmen opened the door for her as she strode up to the front of her building, “Good evening” he smiled as she blew through. There was a large temporary mat down the main corridor in the lobby to keep the residence from slipping on the now wet floor. They even put out the ‘slippery when wet’ sign. And standing off in the corner, trying to look innocuous, had to be Clinton. “Clinton?” Eva had her hand out and a smile on her face. “Clint,” he replied, “yes, and you must be Eva.” He was smiling also. It wasn’t the smile of courtesy, it was the smile of a man seeing something he liked a great deal. Her smile changed its intonation also. Even as wet as a drowned rat, this was a nice looking man. “Good to finally meet you, I suspect your trip here was not much more fun than mine.” “Wasn’t so bad, I took the M train over and only need one transfer.” This was really small talk mused Eva. “Well, come on upstairs, let’s get you out of those clothes” Eva laughed as she said it. Moments later they were in her apartment. Derrick hadn’t called yet, that was good. Clint was getting better looking as he dried, that was good. His hair was just a little long, a little grey and while not her favorite style, it was working for him. From his Bruno Magglia shoes to his Pierre Cardin sweater, he was will put together. His tan was fresh and his breath seemed to be the same. This could have been so much worse Eva thought. Picking someone off a website can be a very tricky task. She quickly guided him into her bedroom. “We don’t have much time, I need to call my husband. Take your clothes off.” While requesting he disrobe, she did the same. He undressed with passion. Maybe he was a sensual<b> man wanting </font></b>to turn her on or maybe he just respected his clothes, either way, it was working for her. She decided to introduce a little drama to her strip tease. Clint was down to his underwear, thumbs hitched on each side, ready to show his stuff, when he just stopped. Eva pretended to not notice that he was clearly transfixed on her. And why wouldn’t he, she thought. Now that she was mostly out of her wet clothes, her stunning body was available for viewing. Eva slowly reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. She let it slide onto her arms, still coyly covering her finest assets. She finally looked up at him, waited for their eyes to lock and let the bra drop. It was a moment, she knew, that would stay with him. They both unburdened themselves of their final apparel. Eva suddenly found herself on the other side of what she had just created. This man had one of the nicest cocks she had ever seen… and it was circumcised! The gods were with her tonight. Eva grabbed the phone next to her bed, then took her IPhone and placed it on the table next to the bed. She spent a moment adjusting both the table and the phone, making sure it was pointing at the bed. She lay down, spread her legs and said “Ok, let’s get started!” “Oh wait,” Eva reached over to the IPhone and pressed the record button. “Now, lick my cunt!” Clinton was happy to oblige. He put his head where it needed to be and began to slowly do exactly as was requested of him. Eva shuddered for just a second. This feels good, maybe too good. Maybe I shouldn’t have gotten someone this good looking and apparently this talented. She settled herself down and then dialed the phone. “Hi, sorry I am calling so late, the rain…” “Of course,” responded Derrick, “it makes a mess of the City. It really makes a mess of everywhere. It seems that as soon as some water drops out of the sky people forget how to drive.” Wow, this was something. Making small talk with your husband while having oral sex with a stranger! Her head was beginning to spin. Just about a month ago, Derrick and Eva were lying in bed, talking trash. The issue of being able to focus while having sex was being bantered about. Challenges were proffered and Derrick finally threw down. “If you can have sex with someone while we are talking on the phone one evening without me knowing, I’ll give you $500 towards our next vacation!” “Wait a minute, $500… this just got interesting.” Eva was intrigued. Derrick sat up, he was just kind of talking trash, but now Eva was making it a little real. “Ok, I really don’t think that you could do it and I really don’t think that you would even be interested in doing it,” Eva had lost interest in misbehaving and Derrick didn’t think she would be ever heading in that direction again. “But if you did, I’d need proof… I’d need a picture, no, I’d need a video!” He slapped her bare ass for emphasis. “You wouldn’t pay me,” Eva challenged. “The day after I got that video in my inbox I’d drop $500 cash off to you in the City!” He said it with enough purpose that Eva believed him. Derrick was always a man of his word. “Anyway, I think my money is safe. I can’t imagine you actually doing this and even if you did, there is no way that you could be having sex without me sensing it. I can read you well, you could never cover that up. Your voice would be all quivery, you wouldn’t be able to construct a plausible sentence. God forbid you actually had an organism, people in your lobby can hear that. You are pretty animated while in the throes of pleasure.” “I guess you are right,” she conceded. “I had a horrible day,” Eva shared with Derrick. Clint was starting to get a little more aggressive. He knew what she had planned. He was surprised at how turned on he was. While he had never imagined the scenario he was ensconced in. Having sex with a woman while she was on the phone with her husband was just outlandishly sexy. Eva had given him explicit direction… keep quiet! “What made it such a difficult day?” Derrick was a good listener. Eva did most of the talking during their nocturnal visits. She loved regaling him about her day and he seemed to enjoy hearing about it. Tonight, Eva was beginning to realize, she may not be in any condition to carry the conversation. Clint had decided to stick his finger up her while licking her clit… this was going to be harder than she expected. “Well, right as I was getting ready to leave a transvestite came into the ER with balls the size of melons…” Eva was telling Derrick her story while Clinton was crawling on top of her. He stopped for a moment to suck her nipples. While it felt good, it was a welcome reprieve to the intensity he was delivering just moments ago. “… I’m not kidding, they really were the size of melons… ok, at least the size of grape fruits. I mean it, they were giant. They made his dick look like…” Was Clint actually devious enough to time his assault for the moment she used the word ‘dick’? “Oh” Eva though she whispered. “You alright?” “Of course, I almost spilled some soup,” she lied. Jesus, Clints initial thrust almost made her pass out. Now he was rhythmically dragging his cock in and out of her. The burn was exceptional. He was balancing himself on his extended arms, thrusting his hips up and down. “Then I told him that he had ball cancer.” Her voice had changed, she could tell. She doubted he could though. “I made Goldstein take over, I just wanted to get out of there.” Her orgasm was beginning to build. Eva was not planning to cum. Her orgasms were always intense and often raucous. There was no way she was going to tip her hand to Derrick, but… oh shit, this was feeling so good. She had to engage Derrick in a new conversation, one that would require little response on her part. “How’s that book coming, what was it called, ‘Too Big to Fail’ or something like that?” Derrick was right, she could not focus on a conversation with him while being fucked, it just couldn’t happen. She tried. She heard various phrases; toxic assets, arbitrage, credit default swaps… had her life depended on regurgitating what any of that meant she would quickly be dead. Things were getting quite intense for Eva, and for Clinton. She twice had to stick the side of her hand in his mouth to quiet him down. Those special areas around her body were now beginning to twitch, heralding the arrival of what could be a very noisy moment. “Harder” she nearly shouted. “What... louder? Do you have a bad connection? Can you hear me better now?” Derrick was almost yelling. Through sheer will Eva calmly responded “Yes, that’s better. So, what are those toxic swap arbitrage things?” It was the best she could do. He was either going to find her out now and she was going to out $500 or he was going to go into a big and very much hoped for explanation about some financial crap. She could barely concentrate. “No, no, they are credit default swaps and toxic assets and I don’t even know how you threw arbitrage in there? Ok, let me explain…” She couldn’t even hear him now. The heel of her hand was now in her own mouth, the other hand pulled the phone from her ear and quickly found the mute button. It suddenly got very noisy in apartment 1549. In the ruckus Eva’s finger brushed the mute button. “Oh my God! You are getting laid,” Derrick’s voice was incredulous. He was shocked that Eva was misbehaving, she had been telling him that she just wasn’t interested in engaging in that fun anymore. And then she thought that she could ‘get away with it,’ like she would be able to have sex while on the phone with him and not have him sense what was going on! What amused him is that she had always ‘gotten away with it.’ While he often challenged her, suggesting that he had it all figured out, he knew the score, the reality was that he never knew the score. Eva was so much more sophisticated than he that sometimes he felt like a . But this evening, he was on top. Derrick took a moment to revel in his victory. Clint had dismounted Eva. She lay back and enjoyed the post sex glow. “Christ that was incredible” she struggled to say out loud. Eva’s mind was just catching up to reality and that reality was that she not only was bested by Derrick for the first time but she lost $500. “Fuck.” “Well,” crowed Derrick, “looks like I was right. I hate to say I told you so, but really, did you think that you could pull this off? I guess you did. A misplaced touch of hubris on your part, wouldn’t you say?” And he went on for another minute doing a verbal victory dance. He ended with “… I hope you hadn’t already mentally spent that $500 in Amsterdam yet!” He was almost giggling. “Hey,” she purred, “I have this video I would be willing to sell you for $1000?” The next evening Derrick showed up unannounced with an envelope stuffed with twenty dollar bills… |
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Wow...that was so hot that I was sweating by the time I finished the story.
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Wonderful!! I have a friend who would enjoy this  (reading and doing haha)
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