Open your door in one minute,
I hear Queen’s Fat Bottomed Girls, and I realize that’s the ringtone he gave me. I smirk. It’s a really good song. Then I hear his door open, and butterflies take off in my stomach.
“Bonita?” I look up. He’s there in front of me, a question in his eyes. “Why are you hiding in my bushes?” Reaching down, he pulls me up.
I lose my footing, but he pulls me into his naked chest before I have a chance to stumble. “Surprise!” It comes out like erpize! against his shirtless chest. I hug him back. He gets the gist of it. He half-drags me into his house, closing the door behind us.
He’s just standing there, my gift bag in his hand, beaming at me. “It’s not my birthday, Bonita.”
I smile back. “No, it’s a just-because present.” I notice his puzzled look. “Just because I felt like it.” He nods, admiring the gift.
“Open it.”
He motions for me to sit by him on a black leather couch. I take my seat, watching as he delicately removes the ribbon. Once that’s off, he takes out each present, wrapped in black tissue paper and places them on his glass coffee table in front of us. Before he’s even seen the presents, he turns and places a kiss on my cheek.
“What’s that for? You haven’t even seen what I brought you.” I give him a small smile.
“Just because.” His eyes are playful as he turns back to my presents. All of a sudden, I’m not so sure about my choices.
“Javi…”
But his laugh interrupts me. He gets it!
Before him are Shout Instant Stain remover wipes, baby wipes, lube, a white tube sock and Topp’s baseball cards. He’s grinning as he reads my note.
Javi,
Next time, think of baseball. If that doesn’t work, use the kit provided. XO, Sara
“I love it!” he chuckles into my hair as he hugs me tight.
Whew, tension relieved.
After a few kisses, some chatting, and a few more kisses, he leads me around his “mini-apartment,” which is three times the size of my hovel. It’s an open floor plan. We head into the kitchen first. It’s small but marvelously equipped. I can’t stop staring at his glass door fridge. The bright colors of normal food items inside turn it into an art piece. I’ve only ever seen one of those on the Real Housewife show.
We pass through the living room, which is composed of the leather couch, which faces the bed, a black-and-white cow-print chair, and the coffee table. We turn towards the sleeping area. His bed is massive. White satin sheets covered with a black fur blanket. Before I know what’s happening, he picks me up and dumps me onto his bed. “Oh,” I say, trying to stop rolling around. “Of course you have a waterbed, Javi.”
He winks, jumping on with me, causing my body to roll with the waves. “I might get seasick!” I’m laughing as he pulls me close.
“I’m so glad you’re here with me, Sara. I’ve dreamed of you in my bed.” He kisses my cheek again, pulling back slightly when I lean in to give him a kiss. “No, no, Bonita, I need to go slower with you.”
I pout. “Why? I’m not fragile.” I snuggle into his naked chest.
“No, but I am. And if you keep rubbing against me like that, I might need to use your present sooner than expected.” He pulls back, placing a kiss on the top of my head before helping my graceless butt up off the waterbed.
Once he deposits me back onto the couch, he pours me a soda and gets himself some sparkling water.
The Q & A session has commenced.
“Javi, why did you leave last night? You could have told me. I would’ve understood.”
He sips his water while looking down at his hands. “Bonita, I’m a guy. That type of thing isn’t supposed to happen. I didn’t want to tell you and freak you out. You have that effect on me every time I’m near you. It’s very hard to control my body’s physical reaction to you.”
I know the feeling.
He looks into my eyes. “I grew up in the lap of luxury, but my father worked long hours to provide for me and my mother. He wasn’t involved with my upbringing. He left that to my mother with her warped parenting skills. Growing up, the biggest emotion I felt was shame, and that’s what I felt last night. Ashamed and embarrassed. That’s the only explanation I have for running out on you, Bonita.”
As a therapy veteran, I know it is best not to pump him for information. He’ll tell me when the time is right. But I am interested in knowing other things about him.
“Can we play a game?”
“Like Monopoly?” He smirks, knowing full well that’s not what I mean.
“No, let’s play a light round of Tit for Tat. I ask a question, provide my answer. Then you give me yours. Then it’s your turn to ask and answer. Totally harmless.” I smile sweetly.
He smiles back. “Who goes first?”
“Me. What’s your favorite color? Mine’s red. Now you.” I lean back on the couch, folding my legs underneath me.
He gets more comfortable now that he knows I’m not trying to dig any skeletons out of his closet. “Blue.”
I motion to him for his question.
“Okay, my Bonita, what is your favorite food? Mine is anything spicy.” He winks.
“Wouldn’t expect anything less from you, Javi. Uh…mine’s anything Mexican, but not too spicy.” I wink back before continuing. “Favorite thing to drink? Mine’s a Coke-flavored Slurpee from 7-Eleven.”
“Hmm, guess my favorite drink would be chocolate milk. What was your best job? Mine is what I do right now, taking care of ladies.” He looks into my eyes, wondering if this question is too deep. It’s not.
“I was a live-in nanny for seven years. I loved that job.” He raises his eyebrows. Wasn’t expecting that, were you, Javi?
He makes a T with his hands. “Timeout. I’d like to hear more about that job of yours, if that’s okay.”
I nod. “Its fine, I really don’t like to talk about my past too much, same as you. It was a great job that came at a time in my life when a change of venue was needed. I lived with a couple and their twins, Jimmy and Michael. I was their main caregiver from the time they were six all the way till they were thirteen. Best time of my life. I drove them to school and back, cooked for them, played with them. I never wanted it to end,” I sigh.
“What happened? Did they move?” He takes my hand
“Nothing more than they grew up. Really, the job should have ended when they turned twelve. It’s just, I was part of the family. No one wanted me to go, including me. I’d been with them since I graduated from high school. But it became about me sitting in their home alone while everyone was at work or school. A little weird. I had money. I’d saved almost all of my paychecks. Room and board were paid for. So I started looking for a place to stay, away from everyone. The one problem I had with that job was my mom and a girl I went to school with, Jessica, knew exactly where I was whenever they needed me to do something for them. I needed a clean break, especially from them. So I started looking for apartments. That’s the abridged version.”
Smiling, he says, “So those are the boys in the picture I saw.”
My eyes widen. “You saw that? But how? That’s in my bedroom.”
“When I found you sleeping, I went looking for a blanket. I might’ve snooped a little. Apologies, Sara.” But he doesn’t look sorry. He looks very pleased with himself for fitting that particular puzzle piece into place.
I wave it off, wanting to get back into the game. “Where were we? My turn or yours?”
He holds a hand up. “What do you say to dinner? I’m hungry, and I’ve got some steaks marinating in the chill drawer, nothing too spicy, I promise. Are you up to keeping me company by the grill while I cook?”
“Sure. Should we invite the girls?” I follow him out through a slider to a patio.
“Nah, I want you all to myself a little longer. Besides, they’re working.” Outside, he’s got pretty much an outdoor kitchen. There’s an outdoor sink, a massive grill, which he cleans and lig
hts, and a counter space, complete with bar stools. “What are these?” I ask, pointing to chrome inserts in the counter as I take a seat.
He looks at where I’m pointing. “That’s where you put a blender if you want a drink.” He points to a chrome frame imbedded into the granite top. “Stand back.” I do as I’m told while he holds a long red lighter to it. A blue flame races along the frame. Fire pit in the counter. Cool.
Dinner is simple and delicious. The ribeye steaks he’s prepared are melt-in-your-mouth scrumptious. We have an iceberg salad mixed with vegetables from his garden. I’m pleasantly surprised to find he’s got Bob’s Big Boy bleu cheese, my favorite. He makes a crispy garlic bread on the grill, and we continue our game in between bites of food, which he feeds me. I didn’t feel the need to protest as he cut my meat up for me. I almost balked as he fed me my first bite, but the joy in his eyes as he takes care of me shuts my mouth. It’s something he likes to do, and who doesn’t mind being treated like a princess?
Over hand-fed strawberries dipped in chocolate, we continue our game as we watch the beautiful sunset.
“Chocolate or caramel? I’m a chocolate girl for sure.” I take that opportunity to lick the extra chocolate from his fingers. I’ve got his full attention. With a look that is pure sex, he dips his fingers back into the chocolate and holds them out for me with a raised brow.
I give him a slow smile and reach for his decadent hand.
“Careful, Bonita. I’m holding myself back by a thread.” His eyes never leave my mouth as I clean all the remaining chocolate off, taking each finger deep into my mouth. I suck him clean.
As I finish my erotic display, it becomes too much for him. A groan escapes as he stands and adjusts his large erection before bending over to tongue-kiss me at a leisurely pace. My whole body tingles at the touch of his mouth on mine. Heart quickening, I reach for him. I hold him to me by his thick dark hair and kiss him back with everything I’ve got.
“Kissing or talking, Bonita?”
I lick his upper lip to answer.
Much later, he drove me home, holding my hand the whole way.
Chapter 15
The rest of the week passes in a blur. Sasha invites me to the house for lunch on Wednesday. It’s an over-the-top celebration complete with mimosas. “To Sara, our new sister!” It’s the toast I hear several times throughout the meal. By dessert, our glasses are champagne-heavy with just a splash of OJ.
I did get to meet two of the other ladies. Nice girls, not as chatty as the owners, but who is? Both big, beautiful girls like me. First one, then the other, poked their heads into the spice rack kitchen to welcome me. They each had a glass of champagne and a big smile for me. Then it was back to work for them. Gretchen and Sasha soon followed. Javi ended up driving me home that evening. I sure wasn’t in any condition to operate heavy machinery, so it was decided my car would stay there. One less thing to move.
Not sure yet what category this ass-grabbing, Twinkie-delivering, Cumming-in-his-pants, sexy-gazing guy falls into yet. One thing is certain, he’s a hugger. And a grabber. Not that I’m complaining. And man, can he kiss. A dim spot came when Gretchen approached before I left, wondering if I’d need to put a forwarding address notice in at the post office. “No, I haven’t left one at the last two places I’ve been, why start now?” Then I walked out, effectively ending that conversation.
That was the middle of my week. Every day, either Gretchen or Sasha showed at some time during the day, bearing food and offering to help pack. I welcomed the help, though Sasha just ended up playing with Sam the whole time. Javi showed most nights to get to know me. No complaints there.
By the end of the week, I’d packed what little there was to pack and had grown sick of Twinkies. He’d leave one every time he came over, concerned that I might fade away.
Moving day. A beautiful Southern California day, breezy and sunny. After chasing Sam around the apartment—he has an aversion to his travel box—I contemplated leaving him and told him so. He didn’t care. So I scooped him up and kitty-napped him. At least that’s what he made me feel like. Javi showed up thirty minutes early right in the middle of my cat caper with a box of, you guessed it, Twinkies. I rolled my eyes at the sight of them, wiping my sweaty brow.
“Too much?” Laughing, he took the cat carrier from me. “I’ll trade you.”
I took the box, wrinkling my nose at my now least-favorite snack food. “You broke me of my Twinkie habit, Javi.”
“Well, we just need to switch to Ding Dongs, Cupcake.” I swat his tight butt on the way down the stairs.
Officially on the job, Javi is all business as he loads my boxes into the back of the snazzy Suburban in a tight Tetris fashion. He won’t let me help, just shoos me away till I sit on the stoop, next to my Kitty Karrier, and become a Javi spectator. Boy, the view of his tight ass as he packages my little life away…let’s just say, I’m a fan.
Everything is happening so fast. Two weeks ago, I was a serial WW attender, looking to change my outside, hoping those changes would bring me a new life. The funny thing is, it took running out on WW for the real changes to begin.
We pull up to a big beautiful cheering squad. All the ladies are out in various outfits, clapping and cheering as I exit the vehicle. A sudden case of the shys overtake me in my sweatshirt and jeans. I clutch Sam’s carrier to my body as each lady comes over to welcome me. Gretchen is last. “You’re official now, Sara. Here are the keys to your new home.” I take the Betty Boop keychain from her, giving her a timid smile.
Sensing my nervousness, Javi is quick to jump into the protector role. “Let’s get you in the house, Bonita.”
He hustles me down a back hallway. I turn before we get too far, and face the ladies milling around in the foyer. “Thank you all for the welcome.” Tears fill my eyes. “I appreciate it. I’m just a little overwhelmed.”
Their smiling faces are blurred through my tears. “Don’t mention it, bitch!” Sasha always knows the right thing to say. I laugh through the tears as Javi walks me to my new room. “It’s out of the way. I know you don’t want to get caught on camera yet. And the best part? You have a sliding glass door that leads right out to my back patio area.” When he opens the door, covering my eyes with his hands, I catch a whiff of fresh paint and feel sunlight on my face.
The ladies were in charge of the decoration, but Javi’s done all the heavy lifting this week to get it perfect for me. “It’s too much, Javi.” Happy tears fall.
“This is the best room in the house, Bonita, and it’s still not enough.”
An actual sigh escapes me at his words as I take in a room fit for royalty. He kisses each of my cheeks before pulling me into a hug. It’s funny. For someone who’s never been a touchy-feely kind of gal, his touch reassures me.
“I’ll leave you to it.” His voice is thick with emotion as he closes the door on his way out, leaving me to hug myself while I take in my new surroundings.
The sunlight shining through the slider catches my eye, drawing me out to my very own enclosed patio area. There’s a dark teak queen-size lounger big enough for two that commands the space. It’s covered with a fluffy dark-blue cushion and accompanying pillows which call to me. I lie down with a sigh. So nice. There are tropical plants around my fenced-in area. In the corner there’s a matching chair next to my very own mini fire pit. They’ve really thought of everything.
I notice a camera in the outer corner of the ceiling, pointing at the lounger. No blinking light yet, but there will be soon enough. As far as props go, this one’s top notch. I close my eyes, relaxing into the cushions. Feeling the warmth of the sunshine on my skin almost lulls me into a nap until Sam starts meowing.
“Oh Sam, shit, I forgot you!” I let him out to explore with me.
First stop, the bathroom. I’ve gotta pee like a racehorse! My own bathroom, complete with spa tub, walk-in shower, and multiple cameras. Ugh, yuck. That I could definitely wait on. The toilet is hidden in a stall, complete with a locki
ng door, sans camera. The whole bathroom is done in stone. I love it.
A king canopy bed, all new and just for me, is done in blue. Gingham curtains to match are tied back at each end. I sink into it with a full body stretch. Much better than the futon I’d left behind in my rental crap-hole. In fact, my whole room is super comfy and, oh yeah, super blue, because that’s my name now, Blue Belle.
Sasha even went out this week and got Sam a powder-blue collar with a bell on it. He doesn’t care. I wonder if Sam needs an alias now too.
Moving in and exploring takes most of the morning. My job for the next two weeks will be to observe and learn from the other girls, which I’m more than happy to do. That didn’t even need its own footnote in the contract. I’m nosy by nature and more curious than my non-feline-y cat.
Sasha hooked me up! Bona fide subscriber with full access to everything on the cam right here at my fingertips! Displayed right up on my huge flat screen which looks like a regular TV, but is hooked up to all the house cameras.
Sasha had walked me through the system before lunch earlier in the week. Using the screen in her own room, she patiently showed me how the whole system works. We tuned into one of the other rooms until my face got so hot I glowed. She smirked before turning it off. “Let’s wait till you can watch it in private. I don’t wanna give you a heart attack before you’re even moved in. The insurance won’t cover it.”
With the click of a few buttons, a pop up window opens in the lower right hand corner of the TV screen. “This is just for teaching purposes, Sara. When you’re all set to start, the name of the client will flash here, as well as on the big TVs in the living room. It lets you know someone’s requesting you for a Favor. It’s really hi-tech. The system even sends a text to your phone.”
So if I was away, say cloistered in my pee closet, a prerecorded sex message would play for the client till I wiped? Technology indeed.
Remembering how Sasha showed me, I click on my own TV, ready to start my training.
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