by Bill Brewer
“I wanted to tell you something else though, Carolyn, something I have never told anyone.”
Rolling her eyes in disgust Carolyn replied, “What?”
“There’s no easy way to say this so I’m just going to come out and say it. I get really turned on by pregnant women.”
He stopped talking and just let it hang in the air. Carolyn wanted to immediately hang up, but she knew he would just call back.
“I can hear you breathing,” said the inebriated boss. “Ya see, what can happen? You’re already pregnant. You can’t get pregnant twice, so why not fool around?”
She did not respond, but just tried to keep her breathing normal.
“The fertility of life really turns me on. It makes me hard to be so near and close to new life. Wouldn’t you say the rear entry position would be best for your late stage in the third trimester?”
Carolyn nearly retched like when she first had morning sickness hearing this pervert’s disgusting suggestion.
“I could be there in twenty minutes.”
Carolyn coughed as she choked back a bolus of vomit.
“I know you’re thinking about it,” intoned Ramsey. “If the mystery man is not around, how about I make your evening one you’ll never forget?”
Carolyn gulped down her nausea to say, “Richard you are not welcome at my residence. I have two friends staying with me tonight, so do not present yourself at my door. I find your sexual proposition abhorrent and I do not ever want to hear such a suggestion from you again. Do you understand me?”
“Yeah, I understand. You’re turned on and you just can’t admit it. Don’t worry. My offer extends all the way through the ninth month. Call me back when your friends leave.”
Gratefully, he hung up. Carolyn had never considered that pregnancy would put her in the crosshairs of a deviant pervert. Her boss was breaking every rule of appropriate conduct. She, however, was reluctant to call attention to her condition. She was concerned about the ramifications of legal action. What a fucking creep!
CHAPTER 27
Sun streamed into the bedroom casting a warm soft light across the bed. Julie tickled the hair on Vince’s chest with her fingers. She explored his pectorals, letting her fingers do the walking right up to his nipple. Vince was startled and immediately awake when Julie circled his nipple and tugged on its center. He had never had his nipples touched and he was surprised how erotic it felt. Julie giggled when she saw how he reacted. She got a bit more aggressive, increasing the pressure on this sensitive, yet otherwise useless part of the male anatomy.
Vince drove his head back into the pillow as he gave himself over to these new sensations. He had never considered his nipples an erogenous zone, but Julie was showing him how wrong he was and there was nothing better than the first time. She positioned her lips over the tiny dark piece of flesh and blew a gentle breeze across the densely innervated circle. Vince gasped as her blast of breath cooled his hot skin. Julie lowered her lips to kiss the little nipple, enveloping the vestigial portal in warmth and moisture. Vince groaned with pleasure as sensations he had never imagined rocketed through his body, giving rise to an incredibly unexpected level of delight. Her tongue flicked across the tip of the nipple sending waves of stimulus coursing through Vince’s sensory cortex. She had never seen such a strong reaction and she timed her ministrations to coincide with Vince’s groaning expressions of pleasure.
She lifted her head to see Vince looking down at her. She slid forward bringing her lips to his. She kissed him without hesitation and he returned the kiss with fervent passion. When their lips opened and their tongues touched, a connection seemed to take place that felt so right, so good and so unprecedented. They both felt like they knew each other, yet were so excited and enthralled to be getting to know someone new. The kissing was powerful, intoxicating and illuminating. She felt like she was exploring someone familiar, yet totally new. He reveled in the stimulation and exploration, yet felt the comfort of knowing where he was going. To be both elated by the newness and sedated by the sense of acceptance, gave both of them a feeling of connection for which all people long. To find that feeling in a beautiful sexy person was exhilarating and gratitude inducing. Their tongues continued to dance together as if they were a couple in a ballroom.
Vince’s hands explored Julie’s body, her abdomen smooth and taut, her skin soft and warm. His fingers felt the edge of her breast. The round soft mound held its shape as he covered it with his fingers and palm. Her nipples protruded upward as Vince gently grasped the right one between his thumb and forefinger. Twirling it gently and squeezing it ever so slightly, Vince could sense that she enjoyed this as much as he had. Julie arched her back, pressing her breast forward, into Vince’s hand. He brought his other hand to her left breast, treating both of her nipples to a delightfully sensual fingertip massage. For quite a while they lay there caressing each other’s nipples, driving each other crazy with the sensual stimulation which seemed to have no end in its ability to delight them both.
Bringing his lips to her eager left nipple was immediately reinforced when she grabbed the back of his head and pulled him as close to her as she could. Her inch long nubbin was suckled, tongue flicked and gently nibbled by Vince’s teeth. He could feel her rhythm, sense the rising intensity in her enjoyment and felt like he was connecting with her on a physical, sexual, sensual level, which was unprecedented for him.
Vince’s penis was fully erect and Julie was hot wet and moist. She grabbed a condom from the nightstand, placed it over the length of Vince’s shaft, positioned herself above him and inserted his length into herself. They both succumbed to the intensity of insertion and penetration. Julie sat back on Vince’s hips, with her torso perpendicular to his. She rocked her hips, undulating her pelvis, and stimulating Vince in the most erotic way he had ever felt. In this position, she could still play with his nipples, and she watched his eyes and listened to his gasping moans as she pinched, pulled and caressed the little points of pleasure on his chest that Vince had always ignored.
Squeezing her breasts and teasing her nipples, Vince felt their connection deepen as he could share with her what he was learning felt so good. Together, their shared pleasure sent their bodies into simultaneous orgasms, which rocked the big bed, and touched their souls in an unexpected way. The sensations were great, but they both felt surprised by an intimacy that seemed to go beyond bare-naked sex.
Julie lay on top of Vince. She was breathing heavy, yet she was relaxed, enjoying the serene peace of the post orgasmic bliss. Wow, she thought, that was the most intense sexual experience she’d ever had. This guy was awesome and she was smitten with both his cute boyishness and his testosterone driven masculinity, what a combination. She was hesitant though. She didn’t want to scare him off with too much, “I love you” too fast. Did she love him or was she just so horny and this guy caught her at the right time? No, she thought he was something special, so she wasn’t going to ruin it by telling him how emotional she felt.
Vince too was in a state of absolute comfort and satisfaction. He was so happy and peaceful; he didn’t want to move and had no need to do so. The feeling of contentment and connection with Julie was surprisingly joyful. He felt more alive and happy than he had ever felt before. He wanted to be nowhere else, and to his astonishment, he felt like he never wanted to leave Julie’s side. She was incredible. Together they seemed to know what buttons to push, how hard and how often. The sex was great, but Vince felt like it was a prelude to the real connection that could exist between them. He realized now that he had always hoped to get to know and love someone, and what he hoped for, was what he was experiencing right now with this beautiful woman. He kept these feelings to himself except for the ear to ear grin that was plastered across his sleepy face.
After twenty more minutes of silent snoozing, Julie asked, “Are you hungry?”
“Yeah, I’d love something to eat.”
“First, I’ll show you to the shower.”
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p; Rolling to the opposite edge of the bed, Julie stood and looked back at Vince. He followed her as she disappeared around the corner of a wall. Vince found there was another wall to step around. Beyond this was the most luxurious bathroom he had ever seen. The dark marble floors must have radiant heat because they were so warm on the toes. The countertops were contrasting white marble with three separate sink and mirror stations. The shower however was incredible. Fashioned out of the dark marble it had live plants growing over and around it so it felt just like being in a fantasy jungle. At the center of the structure was a waterfall, on each side there were two separate showerheads featuring infinite temperature adjustments.
The only thing more beautiful than this Fantasy Island setting was Julie’ gorgeous body stepping under the showerhead to the right of the waterfall. Vince stepped into the shower on the left. The water was just the right temperature and it felt good to soap up and clean himself off.
Julie had stepped out of the jungle and was drying herself with a thick soft towel. Vince exited the tropical shower and, as he passed the last of the hanging plants, all the water, including the falls, turned off.
He was startled by the sudden cessation of all that water. Julie giggled as she took in his reaction.
“It wouldn’t be very green if we left it running all the time.”
“I suppose not,” said Vince as he picked up the most luxurious towel he had ever touched. Unfolding to a length of six feet, it felt like a soft cloud of cotton that seemed to suck the droplets of water off his skin. He was dry in no time, but he did not want to unwrap from within his comfortable cotton cocoon.
Julie was dressed in a short black silk robe. She approached Vince. “Here, put this on.”
She handed him a full-length dark black silk robe. Vince slipped his arms in the sleeves, wrapped the sides across the front and tied the sash tight. He had never felt silk against his skin. It was so smooth and soft, and the fabric seemed to flow. It was almost as if the luxury cloth seemed to exude an energy that radiated from the garment to his skin.
Julie smiled, as Vince could not hide his reaction. “You like it?” she asked.
Vince invoked his million-dollar smile while nodding his head.
“Come on let’s go eat,” said Julie as she led the way through the privacy maze back to the bedroom out into the hall and down to the kitchen.
“Breakfast is my favorite meal and that’s what I cook best,” she told him.
“I like breakfast too. Do you do French toast here in England?”
“You mean egg toast?”
“Yeah, I guess I must.”
In no time, Julie had cooked bacon and sausage as well as half a loaf of egg dipped fried bread. Vince had cut up the fresh fruit and tossed it all together in a big glass bowl. Coffee was brewed, juice was poured and they sat at the kitchen counter on high stools as they tucked away almost all the food while exchanging more smiles than words.
“That was delicious,” said Vince.
“I’m glad to see you like egg toast. It’s all gone!”
Vince just smiled as he popped the last of a sausage link into his mouth.
After chewing, but just before swallowing, Vince asked “What are you going to do today?”
Julie suddenly looked pensive. “You know there is something I have to do before anything else. Would you mind cleaning up the kitchen?”
Vince was concerned with the quick change in her demeanor, but he was a guest in her house. “Sure, I’m happy to clean up after a fine meal like that.”
Julie forced a smile and retreated to the bedroom.
While cleaning up and putting away dishes, Vince looked at all the family photos. The ones from when she was young included her mother. Elizabeth Kellerman was beautiful and looked like a happy, loving mother in every picture with her children. She seemed proud of them and joyful to be in their presence. In pictures depicting Julie’s teenage years, and great moments from college her mother was conspicuously absent. Vince was surprised when he came across a small framed photo on a bookshelf. It was a picture of her mother’s grave. On a wall in the living room was a framed composite of photos with her brother Michael. The shots had been taken at many different locations, beaches, mountaintops, fancy parties, cruise ships, college campuses, holidays. Studying the pictures, Vince thought Julie looked beautiful in every shot, even the ones where she was obviously mugging for the camera. Michael, however, looked wasted in every picture. Maybe that was just the way he was, but in every picture he looked drugged out, stoned, plastered, drunk, or totally crocked. He was almost always holding a drink and in many he was either dragging on a cigarette or had it lit in hand. Growing up as he had, Vince was able to easily spot a drunk and Michael qualified as a committed alcoholic.
Returning to the kitchen, Julie smiled, nodding her approval to see the place cleaned up and tidy.
“Thank you, Vince. I have to go pay someone a visit. I hope you will still be here when I return.”
Caught by this abrupt statement Vince looked at her pleadingly, but no further information came forth. She held his gaze while projecting a strong stance. She was dressed in a black form fitting combat suit. There were knee pads and shin guards built into the pants. The top had reinforced elbows and there was composite armor in the chest plate and the shoulder cape. She was wearing sturdy black boots and, as she stood talking to Vince, she was pulling on strategically padded combat gloves.
“Are you going down one floor?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to come with you?”
“No, but I would like it if you were still here when I get back.”
“Yeah…, okay, of course. I’ll be here. Is it okay if I stay in this robe?”
Smiling Julie replied, “I like you dressed for easy access.”
When the elevator doors opened, Julie gave him a little wave with her dark black gloves, smiled and stepped into the cabin.
He immediately missed her. He felt a longing to be with her. He wanted to protect her and help her; he wanted to reassure himself she was real. He was afraid he would wake up and find all of this to be a dream. A fantasy he was playing out that would dissolve and leave him feeling like a fool. Never had he felt this way. This woman brought out in him emotions that confused, confounded, and delighted him. His smile was genuine and spontaneous. It was there before he knew it, it was there to tell the world, I am so happy and I love this beautiful person. He loved his mother, but that felt nothing like this.
He looked at himself in a full-length mirror, startled for a moment. He remembered he was Vince, not David. The feelings he had were felt as David. No matter his face, and the way it allowed him to act, deep down he was still who he was. That man had baggage, that man had doubts, fears, deprivation, and anger. Being loved caused the negative emotions to dissipate, replaced with acceptance, reassurance, hope and joy. Were these the emotions of David Diegert, or false feelings that accompanied being the imposter, Vince Kronig? Would Julie ever even talk to him if she knew in fact it was David Diegert, the deadly assassin, with whom she shared her bed and body?
He stroked the silk robe and could see why people often described other fabrics as “silky.” It felt so smooth, almost like liquid cloth. This robe was the real thing, true silk, not a polyester synthetic. Was he the real thing? A true man, this woman could love, or was he a cheap imitation, that over time would reveal its false fibers and artificial mimicry? Was he synthetic?
CHAPTER 28
Michael Kellerman sat in his third floor apartment. Like Julie’s it was an entire floor. Unlike Julie’s it was a pig sty. It was hard to believe one could live with so much trash and make such a mess of his dwelling, especially since he had staff who regularly cleaned the place.
Michael hated the morning. People talk about hangovers, but for Michael the whole day was drudgery as he struggled to overcome the discomfort from the drugged up, drunken state he achieved each night. He sat with his Glenfiddich single malt and a bottl
e of opioids hoping the combination would relieve the splitting headache throbbing in his brain. What Michael didn’t realize was that his drug and alcohol habits left him in a permanent state of dehydration. The drugs interfered with kidney function, lowering fluid volume. Insufficient fluid reduced the effectiveness of his blood, his intercellular communication and his muscles’ ability to generate force. A big drink of water would do him more good than anything he was considering consuming, but such is the state of the addicted mind.
The opening of the elevator startled him. He blinked hard when he saw his sister stride into his apartment decked out in a tight ass black ninja suit. She tightened the Velcro tab on her glove as she approached.
Michael remained on the couch in a drab green oversized t-shirt, which clashed with his blue plaid boxer shorts.
“Get up,” she demanded.
“What?”
“Stand up. Get your ass off that couch and stand up.”
“Why, what’s wrong?” asked Michael as he slowly set his bottle of scotch on the floor while attempting to place the cap back on his container of pills.
Julie lost patience with him. She slapped the container of pills out of his hand sending caplets of OxyContin scattering across his trash-filled living room. He looked up at her with bewilderment, just in time to see the back of her padded glove streaking towards his face. The impact was immense, twisting his head, wrenching his neck and nearly dislocating his jaw. He flopped to the side of the couch, blood dripping from his lower lip. Looking up he saw her open palm plummeting down to slap the other side of his face. The contact stung his cheek and battered his nose while making it feel as if all his teeth had been dislodged. He raised his arms in defense.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“You bastard. How dare you treat me like some kind of a whore you can pimp out whenever you want?”
Michael was open mouthed and speechless until Julie hauled off and kicked him in the shin with her steel-toed boots. He yowled reaching for his lower leg. As he leaned forward, she punched him in the side of the head with enough force that he fell to the floor in front of the couch. Laying in an open pizza box with chip bags pinned under his legs, Michael knocked over his bottle of scotch. The prized liquid spread across the floor, soaking into the greasy cardboard of the pizza box. Michael squealed, “Is this about last night?”
