She certainly didn’t need Brandon, nor could she think of any reason why Brandon would need her in his life on a regular basis. On the other hand, she’d known for some time that a single woman in politics was an easy target for gossip that could take the public’s attention off her political platform.
After two decades of being positive she would never have a man in her life full-time, Brandon’s surprising reappearance had opened an avenue of thought she hadn’t previously considered.
Tonight was a perfect example of the worst part of being a single, passably attractive woman. The faces of all the men she’d met and smiled for and danced with swam through her mind and blended together.
The only one that stood out was the English teacher who’d had the balls to use Mrs. Jones to get the first dance with her. He was extremely good-looking and seemed to have an interesting personality, but he was probably just another married man looking for a one-night stand while he was away from the wife and kids. She’d learned about his kind the hard way.
Chapter 8
As soon as they were behind closed doors, he gave Vivian a long, penetrating kiss. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you enjoyed yourself tonight.”
She gave him an innocent smile. “Actually, there were several redeeming incidents.” Her hands slid down his back and squeezed his buttocks. “Two different men caused the most delicious pictures to appear in my mind.”
Her fingers dug into the crevice between his flesh, stretched it wider, and his sex stirred to life. “Tell me,” he whispered.
“Do you remember the handsome young man who walked me back to the dais after dinner?”
He narrowed his eyes. “Vaguely.”
“Well, I could see that he was quite entranced by our Miss Winters, so I exercised my authority over her by stealing her date away and ordering her to dance with my escort. Unfortunately, he was too obvious about his desire for her, as were most of the other men who danced with her after him.”
“It sounds as though you were watching her rather closely this evening.”
She tilted her head to one side. “Tell me, love, when you see her in the office, do you ever think about fucking her?”
“Never,” he lied.
With a doubtful look she reworded her question. “Do you mean to say you never once imagined her sprawled naked across her desk, with her long legs up over your shoulders, while you humped her until she screamed for mercy?”
“You know you’re the only woman I ever think of like that. Besides, Miss Winters is much too tall and thin. I much prefer the womanly way your body is shaped.” To prove his point, he cupped one of her full breasts in his hand and kneaded it lovingly. “But if it excites you to imagine it, we could pretend—”
“Oh no, you misunderstood. I was excited by the power I felt when I made her do my bidding against her will. It made me think of other commands I’d like to force the bitch to obey. She’s so tall and beautiful and sophisticated, I’d like to order her to get down on all fours, like a dog, and lick my cunt. And when I’m so aroused I can’t speak, I would kick her out of the way, and Brandon Ross would step in and finish the job. She would have to watch, of course, while he pleased me instead of her.”
He laughed aloud. “It never ceases to amaze me how you can turn the simplest encounter into a sexual fantasy. Be honest now, when you took so long returning from the ladies room, you were relieving yourself in more ways than one, weren’t you?”
She gave him an exaggerated pout. “I couldn’t help myself. But you know that’s never enough. It only holds me over until you and I can be alone.”
He chuckled again as she rotated her pelvis against his.
“Well, my little nymph, I can certainly pretend to be Brandon Ross for you tonight. But you’ve surprised me about the other. You never expressed any interest in being with other women before.”
She shrugged. “Miss Winters is different. She… fascinates me somehow. And tonight, seeing all those men slobbering over her and her being so cruelly indifferent to all of them, as though her pussy were Fort Knox… I would truly enjoy seeing her naked and submissive.”
“Then I’ll just have to pretend I’m Miss Winters first, then I’ll be the charming Mr. Brandon Ross.” He nipped her earlobe. “I’ll play any role you have in mind, you know that.”
“Hmmm. Delicious proposal, my darling, but one that must be postponed. I insist on fulfilling the promise I made to you earlier.”
He inhaled sharply as he remembered how she had put him off when he had suggested a quickie before the banquet. She’d promised to play out his favorite fantasy afterward, giving it her all despite the fact that it was the one she liked the least.
“You go ahead and get started,” she said softly and stroked his cheek. “It will take me a few minutes to get ready.” She went into her walk-in closet and closed the door.
Nervously he took off his clothes and hung his tuxedo on the gentleman’s valet. He heard the sound of a hanger rattling inside the closet and his heart picked up its pace.
Quickly, he padded to the dresser drawer where she kept her lingerie and pulled out the set of red satin underwear that was overlaid with black lace. He stifled a moan as he pulled up the high-cut hipster panties and the elastic band caught just below the head of his semi-hard penis. He was going to tuck it down, but he glanced in the mirror and decided Vivian might get a kick out of a slight variation in the play.
He had just slipped the push-up bra’s straps over his shoulders when she came out of her closet. As required by the fantasy, her face froze in an expression of horror when she saw him, and she did it well enough for him to easily slip into his role as an adolescent boy.
At first, the shock of having Mommy discover him doing the unthinkable immobilized him. He should have been too upset for his erection to remain hard, but her Japanese silk robe was hanging open down the middle and he saw it, the secret patch of curly hair that all his friends kept talking about, and he nearly came without touching himself.
She yanked the robe closed and tied the belt. “What in God’s name do you think you’re doing? If your father saw you right now, he’d take a belt to your bottom until you were bleeding! You’re nothing but a little queer, aren’t you? Perhaps I should be the one to punish you. You might enjoy it too much if your father put his hands on you.”
He fell to his knees at her feet and began to sob.
“Get up, you little faggot! Get up and bend forward, with your hands on your knees.”
“But Mommy—”
“Do it. Now. Or I will call your father.”
Imagining how vicious his father’s punishment would be, he got to his feet and presented his backside to her. “I’m so sorry, Mommy. Please don’t tell Father. I’m not a queer. Really. I was just… curious. I swear, I’ll never do anything like this again.”
Roughly, she yanked the red panties down his legs and he stepped out of them. Her breath hissed through her clenched teeth as she tried to calm her anger. She made him hold his position, exposing his puckered anus to her view, for a full minute. She gave no warning before delivering the first swat across his buttocks.
Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.
She stopped and examined the marks she’d put on him. It was adequate, but not quite enough punishment for what he had done. She raised her hand high and brought it down with all the force she could muster.
“Owww!” he cried, and she struck him even harder. This time, he fell to his knees. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry! Please don’t hit me anymore. I’ll do whatever you want, just please don’t hit me again.”
His desperate plea instantly dissolved her fury and she stepped around to see his face. She loved that beautiful face much too much to be angry with him. Gently she passed her fingers through his hair and leaned down to plant a soft kiss on the top of his head.
He sobbed loudly then wrapped his arms around her thighs and pressed his cheek to her stomach.
She sighed heavily then stroked
his face. “My poor, sweet darling. Don’t cry. I won’t hit you again. I can’t stay upset with you, no matter what you do. I suppose I need to be more understanding about a boy’s natural curiosity.”
He rubbed his cheek against the silk material as she continued to trail her fingers over his head and neck. It hadn’t been his intention, but the movement loosened the robe’s belt and suddenly that part of her was exposed again, only millimeters from his face. He inhaled the musky scent of her and moved enough to let the hairs tickle his nose.
“I suppose you’ve been fondling yourself as well,” she said with another resigned sigh.
He nodded against her, and she shifted her hips so that her mound was right next to his mouth. When she shifted once more, he lost his mind and kissed her… there. Instantly she slapped him across the face, and he began to weep again. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
She knelt down beside him on the floor and hugged him hard. “There, there, my darling. I’m the one who should be sorry. I didn’t mean to hit you so hard. I love you.” She cradled him in her arms and rocked him back and forth for a while. “When you were a baby, you used to love to be rocked like this while you were nursing. You were such a hungry little thing. You would have sucked on my tits all day if I’d allowed it. Is that what you’re thinking about now, sweetheart? Tell Mommy the truth.”
Unable to verbalize such an impossible wish, he merely nodded again then made a croaking sound when she pulled the robe away from her breast and directed the nipple to his mouth. As though he were starving to death, he attacked her offering. She quickly gave him direction, even showing him how to use his hand to prepare her other breast while he suckled.
She let him enjoy the treat for quite a while then gently eased him away. “I think you should take off the rest of my lingerie now, dear.”
He flushed with embarrassment. He had forgotten what he was wearing. A bit clumsily, he took off the brassiere and suddenly became aware of his blatant erection. He quickly covered himself with his hands.
She smiled and moved his hands away. “There’s no need to be ashamed, my darling. You have a very fine cock for such a young man. Why, if your father saw it, he’d be terribly jealous. He might even whip you to try to prove that he’s more of a man, but he’s a eunuch compared to you.”
His muscle twitched involuntarily, making his face redden a bit more.
She stroked the impudent appendage with her index finger, up and down the length before circling it from base to tip. “Oh yes. I wish your father was this long and thick. Actually, I just wish your father could get this hard. But he has never been much of a man in the bedroom.” Her head lowered a bit and she gently blew a warm breath over his cock. “I really should send you back to your room now, but you’d have a bit of trouble putting your clothes back on like this, wouldn’t you?”
Her hand fully enveloped him and slid the foreskin up and down, causing a drop of wetness to appear. “Oh dear, now see what I’ve done. Tell me, my darling, when you masturbate, do you ever pretend that your hand is a woman’s mouth?”
He swallowed hard and nodded once more.
“Oh, my darling, you are so precious. My precious, precious jewel.” She gently urged him to lie back on the carpet and positioned herself between his thighs. “Now I feel terrible about giving you such a hard spanking when you were just dealing with teenage hormones. I must do something to make up for that. I want to show you how much I truly love you.” She gazed deeply into his pretty blue eyes then surrounded his big cock with her wet mouth. Within seconds his cum spurted down the back of her throat, but she continued to suck, keeping him hard and ready for more.
“Oh Mommy, I love you more than anything!”
Grazing his sensitized flesh with her teeth, she slowly pulled her mouth away. “I’ve shown you how much I love you, my darling. Now it’s your turn to show me.” His eyes revealed his confusion as Vivian repositioned herself to mount him. “Don’t worry, my sweet, I’ll show you what I need you to do.”
His bewilderment turned to ecstasy as her hot pussy swallowed his entire erection in one smooth movement.
Teddy had never enjoyed giving up his virginity more.
Chapter 9
Luke motioned for the waitress to refill his cup. Terrell and Maria had suggested they meet in the hotel’s coffee shop for breakfast before heading back home, but so far they hadn’t surfaced. It didn’t really matter. He had nowhere to rush to.
“Would you like to see a section of the paper while you’re waiting for your friends?” the waitress asked as she poured steaming coffee into his cup.
“That would be great,” Luke replied with a smile.
She handed him the regional news and business and finance sections. “I’m afraid by this time Sunday morning, the paper’s been pretty well picked over. This was all I could find that was still in fairly good shape.”
“It’ll be fine. Thank you.” Luke immediately noticed a story on the front news page about last night’s fundraiser. A few of the bigger names were dropped, and the AIDS research project director was quoted at length. Like everyone else last night, the reporter was clearly in Jones’ corner and quite certain he would soon be in the White House.
Hoping to find some mention of the senator’s lovely aide, he turned to the inside page where the article continued and discovered that a doodler had gotten there before him. There was a large photograph of Senator Jones shaking hands with gay rights activist Gregory Yates. On the other side of Yates was the senator’s look-alike brother. The anonymous artist had altered the photo so that the senator appeared to be a pirate and his brother and Yates were now sporting women’s hairdos and makeup. Across the top of the picture the doodler had inked the words “true love”. It was so well done, Luke had to read the caption to be certain that it was them.
He tried to read the conclusion of the article, but his eyes kept returning to the doctored photo. Something about it was giving him a déjà vu sort of feeling. Rather than ignore it, he studied the picture until the explanation hit him like a balloon popping in his head.
The feminized Theodore Jones looked eerily similar to the police artist’s rendering of the psycho whore as she would look today.
He felt the coffee sour in his stomach and recalled the queasy sensation he’d gotten when he’d looked into Jones’ eyes last night. He wondered now if he might have gotten the same strange feeling from the brother if that man had ever raised his head and looked directly at him, or if he had not been so distracted by the stuttering.
“Sorry we’re late,” Terrell said as he and Maria sat down across from Luke. “We, uh, overslept.”
Maria arched an eyebrow at him. “Is that what they call it now?” When she realized Luke wasn’t laughing, she touched his hand. “You’re not mad at us, are you?”
He blinked at her. “Huh? Oh, no. I was— My mind was somewhere else. Terrell, look at this.” He folded the newspaper and turned it for him to get a good look at the photo.
Terrell shrugged. “Everybody’s entitled to an opinion.”
Luke tapped the paper. “Look again. Doesn’t it remind you of another sketch you saw the other day?”
Terrell rubbed his bloodshot eyes and frowned at the picture. A few seconds later he figured out what Luke was implying. “Whoa, cowboy. You definitely don’t want to go there. And especially not now.” His eyes quickly darted toward Maria and back.
“What is it?” she asked, leaning forward to judge the photo for herself.
“Just another homophobe’s idea of a joke,” Terrell said and pushed the paper toward Luke with another meaningful look.
He got the message. Terrell thought he was nuts and Maria was not to be let in on their secret. He would have to keep his thoughts to himself until they were back at Terrell’s. Before they left the restaurant, however, Maria excused herself to go to the ladies’ room and Luke swiftly took advantage of her absence.
“Didn’t you see
the similarity in the pictures?”
Terrell rolled his eyes. “What I see is a crazy man sitting in front of me.”
Luke shook his head. “I didn’t tell you last night, but when I met the senator, I had the weirdest feeling I’d seen him before. And his brother is almost a dead ringer for him.”
Terrell snorted. “Even if he gave you cold sweats, what do you think you’d do about it? Walk up to the man and ask him when’s the last time he dressed up like a hooker, committed murder and took the eyes home as a souvenir? Anyway, I might remind you that you’re the guy who has sworn all along that the killer was a woman.”
“I know, I know. But the other day, the police artist asked me if I was absolutely certain about that. He said there was something about the jawline that seemed masculine. Maybe I only thought I saw breasts and—”
“Yeah, and maybe you only thought the senator looked familiar because he’s been staring at you off the cover of half a dozen different magazines. Look, I know what you’re going through. I’ve done it myself on occasion. You want to catch the bad guy so desperately, you start imagining he’s right in front of you. All you have to do is point at him and he’ll confess. Believe me, it doesn’t work that way.
“Listen to me, Luke, it’s like I told you before. There’s nothing more you can do here. Visit your parents or whatever else you feel like you have to do, then go home… before you start accusing me of looking like the killer.”
Luke saw Maria returning, so he didn’t argue with that statement, but he tore out the photo and put it in his pocket for further discussion later.
Because Terrell and Maria were so tired, Luke did most of the driving back to L.A. while they napped. It gave him a chance to think about what his eyes and stomach had told him.
Jones’ face on the covers of magazines hadn’t triggered any strange ideas, but he had seen firsthand how different the man looked in person. Besides that, until recently, he had always made a concerted effort not to consciously think about what he’d seen in that alley. He had not wanted to find her.
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