“Honestly? She took off my pants. Made me spread em’ like I’m getting frisked and she had her way with me.” I smile. Thinking about how much fun I just had with her.
“Man, she’s kinky. How does she do it? You know since she doesn’t have the equipment.”
Man he’s nosy. He usually shares these stories with me but I’ve never had the chance to do it in return because I never had the experience before. This is kind of fun.
“Stace, she has a tongue and two hands. And kinky isn’t even close to the word I’d use to describe Claire.” I laugh.
“She’s a domme, isn’t she?”
“Yes… How’d you know?”
“Well, I’ve only met her a few times. But she gave you an offer you couldn’t refuse to be her date in DC. She’s fucked you in two bathrooms and at a hotel. And the way she spoke to the waitress today staking her claim on you. She’s like a man but with a nice pair of tits and a pussy between her legs.”
“She didn’t stake a claim, she was being sweet so the waitress would stop being a bitch. And yes she’s kind of like a dude. She’s dirty mouthed during sex and it’s hot.” I giggle and blush. I can’t believe I just said that.
“Whatever you say. But I’m sure James over here agrees. She’s got it bad for you. If a lesbian is willing to share her woman with a man to keep her she wants something.”
“Yeah sex. DUH!” I roll my eyes.
“No, not just sex. Look at this, Em, if I was dating a gay dude who pampered me and I wanted to be in a relationship with a girl and fuck her too. Do you think he’d be all hunky-dory with that shit? I think not. She only puts up with it because if she doesn’t she doesn’t get to ride the Emily train. And she wants to ride it that bad. If she didn’t she wouldn’t have been staking claim over those babies today like they were hers to protect. Trust me I know what I’m talking about. I’ve played in the bi world a hell of a lot more years than you.”
I’m sorry but I think Stacy is full of shit. He may play the sex with both sexes card. But I’m the one who is living it and I know how Claire is. If she wanted to be with me other than fucking me she would say it. She’s well versed in staking claim to my ass. I think if she wanted me she’d do that same.
“Okay, we’ll see, Stace. I don’t think it’s that way. I know she likes me. But she wouldn’t be talking about me fucking Johnathan while we were getting it on in the bathroom if she wanted me all to herself. She has a sub that pleases her and she uses me to please me. It’s like a full circle of pleasure. I can’t understand why I like her and like what we do, but I do, just like I love cock. But if she’d want me she’d tell me. I’m sure of it.”
“Alright, Em, I hope you’re right because if you’re not that lesbo is going to get hurt. And you’re going to be the one breaking her heart. Now let’s go inside.”
We park outside the plane and James helps me out of the truck. He grabs my luggage and refuses to let me carry it just like he refused to let me put it in the truck, to begin with. I’m not an invalid but apparently I’m incapable of carrying a damn piece of luggage.
Stacy gets on the plane, and then James and I bring up the rear. Inside, I see Keith and Price on the couch. D’s sitting on a chair sipping a beer; he winks at me when I come in. What a perv. I turn inside the cabin and there’s hot sexy Johnathan talking to someone on the phone and son of a fucking bitch! Jasmine the woman from work that I hate is sitting next to Johnathan. She peers up to me with a snooty smile. I hate that woman! Talk about my fucking awesome day getting shit on by little miss I’ve-fucked-Johnathan hardy-har-har.
“Hey, guys.” I wave with a pretty smile, putting Ms. Bitch-face on ignore.
I get a bunch of greetings back. Davis comes out of the bathroom and takes a seat. There are two long tan leather couches and ten captain’s chairs in the cabin with fold out wall tables to use for convince. Then in the back there’s a small galley kitchen, a bathroom and a bedroom. It’s rather spacious. Not close to the size of a regular commercial airliner but it’s not small either.
The stewardess closes the door and takes her seat. The pilot announces our departure and for us to take a seat. The flight to San Fran is only an hour tops. This way I can get away from Jasmin as soon as we land.
I sit on a couch next to Keith, taking a load off. Completely reveling in the sated sensation flowing through my veins.
“Hey, beautiful, I love the shirt and that hair is smoking.” D says leaning over from his captain’s chair.
“Did you forget what’s inside of me or need I remind you?” I scold.
“Just because you got those, doesn’t mean I’ll stop complimenting you. You’re hot even if you get fat.” He teases with a sly smile, and I instantly want to slap him.
“What about my short stack being fat?” Johnathan chimes in, tucking his phone back into his pocket. Stupid whore scoots closer to him with her skanky leg touches his.
I glare at D. “He already knows. So you can say whatever you want.” I snicker.
“I was talking to Em, saying she’s going to be hot even when she gets fat carrying your babies.” He says smugly pushing out his chest, fingering the rim of his beer.
Keith chokes on his water next to me. “What?!”
“Awe fuck, D. I was just gonna break the news once we got in the air.”
The plane takes off into the sky and I hold onto the seat tightly. I hate this part. The bitch inches closer to Johnathan acting like it’s the airplanes force taking her there. I’m half tempted to stand and yank by her hair and shove her into the bathroom for the rest of the flight. Or throw her out a fucking window. I wouldn’t be like this with another woman but with her, GAME ON!
The plane levels out and I feel like I can finally breathe again.
“You’re pregnant?” Keith turns and asks, eyes wide.
“Fuck yeah she is! Johnathan going to be a daddy. Not just one baby but two. That hot chick’s got two babies in that oven.” D cuts in, all excited and shit.
I shake my head.
“God dammit, D. Stop it, will ya?” Johnathan chastises.
“Nope, because Emily is going to be real mad and want to keep those little beauties away from you once she finds out what else you were going to tell us.” D says with a naughty cunning smirk. His eyes shifting over into something dark.
“Dude, you better shut the fuck up now! Or I will kill you.” Johnathan yells his voice drumming deeply.
I’m intrigued and not in a good way.
“Nope, I won’t. None of you bitches were even going to be honest with her unless the time came.” He points to everyone including James and Stacy.
“Be honest about what, D?” I ask calmly even thought I am anything but.
“Don’t you fucking tell her!” Johnathan threatens staring hard daggers at Deacon.
Deacon rubs his hands through his hair and then his chin like he’s thinking, contemplating.
“She has a right to know.” Deacon blurts, tapping his finger on his chin.
“I was going to tell her later. When we are alone.”
Ok, I’ve fucking had enough of this shit. Something is being hidden and I’m already fucking fed up, and this bitch is about to touch Johnathan and I am going to rip her blonde hair out of her head.
“Listen dick wads, this between the fucking lines game has gotta stop.” I stand up.
“And you!” I bark pointing my finger at the blonde I hate. “You so much as touch my man, I don’t give a fuck if I’m pregnant. I will fuck your shit up. Rip that pretty little blonde hair right out of your motherfucking head. You got me bitch?”
Johnathan’s eyes get as big as basketballs and glances over at Jasmine who looks just about the same. Deacon laughs so loud it echoes in the room. And James is smiling ear to ear. I’ve got my hand on my hip and I’m steaming fucking pissed. I’ve pretty saucy most of the time add baby hormones and it’s like a damn light switch up in this body.
“Yeah, don’t you look all innocent eith
er one of you.” I wag my finger between them. “I know you banged her once upon a time. I know the look of a woman who’s had your anaconda dick in her. Plus it’s pretty likely you’ve fucked half of LA by now. So it’s just a matter of time that one of them works or worked for you.” I sass.
“Oh, hell yeah that’s an awesome name, Em… Yo dudes, Johnathan’s cock is officially called the Anaconda!” Deacon cuts in.
I turn and hit him with a hard I’m-not-amused stare.
“Listen Emily. I haven’t had sex with Johnathan in a while.” The bitch speaks up.
I open my hand and snap it closed fast like an alligator’s mouth. “Shut up. I don’t care what you have to say. All I want to know is what the big fucking secret is that Johnathan has to wait and tell me later.”
“You better tell her.” Stacy adds quietly, like he’s afraid to talk.
“Okay…” Johnathan runs his hands through his beautiful brown hair and sighs. “So… Ashley is this girl… I mean this woman…who’s our other manager. Stacy’s been doing her job too. Her mom died about three months ago so she took some time off. Which I said was cool. I’m the boss so I have that choice. So anyway….”
I cut him off. “So this means I’m fired because she’s back? Is that that point? It’s not that hard to say. It’s not a big deal.” I shrug, animatedly talking with my hands. My attitude level is at a ten right now. I should really simmer down. But I can’t.
Seriously, if I get fired because of some other manager who has more experience with me what’s the big deal? I’ll survive and I can get a job in a position that I’ve been trained to do.
“Oh, no…no… Short stack you’re not fired.” He reassures me.
“Okay?” Shit, now I am confused.
“Oh, Jesus Christ. This is like waiting to be voted off survivor. Johnathan fucked her too. Except she’s one of those woman he loved. Or thought he loved. They dated for like six or eight months. But they’re still close friends.” D says finally getting to the point. I almost want to thank him. But I don’t.
“As in how close?” I look to Johnathan and his face droops. Son of a bitch! He still fucks her and there’s still more going on. I can see it in his eyes.
“Are you in love with her?” I ask calmly. Even though I am close to yelling at him again. This is bullshit!
“No baby, no. I love you. Only you.”
“And…out with my big man. I need to know.” I spout.
“Do we have to talk about this here?” He waves to the group of people.
“They already know it all Johnathan. Why does it matter?”
He slumps into the couch, like he’s trying to hide. I’m not having fun with this either. First he pisses me off when we meet, then he says he loves me, then I screw him, I wake up the next morning alone, then the bullshit with him doing this with lots of other women comes up, so Stacy cuts him off at the knees so I don’t get hurt, I find out I’m pregnant, then I come back to find out he has some crazy nightmares, is on drugs again and has slept with a woman who thinks she’s pregnant with his baby now. Which I’m not sure if it’s true or not. I don’t know what to believe. Now let’s see what else to add to this fucking gigantic pile of bullshit by the name of Johnathan Striker.
“We stopped dating a month before her mom died, she wanted me to marry her and I told her I couldn’t do the commitment thing…”
“And…” I push, tapping my foot on the ground, my hand on my hip.
“And I talked to her like I did you in rehab. And I know she still loves me.” He adds solemnly. His face looks like death warmed over.
“And she doesn’t know about you.” Deacon finishes.
“What!? Why?” I ask sternly. But I don’t yell even though the feisty bitch inside of me is itching to get out.
“When we made love and I knew I wanted to be with you. You never wanted to be with me. You always turn me away. So I only hoped you’d eventually love me like I love you. I’m fucked up in the head. It’s not an excuse, it’s the truth. But I knew if Ashley came back to work I wouldn’t be alone anymore. Plus she’s always been cool if I do other girls. She joined in a few times. So if I couldn’t have you I was going to settle for her.” He shrugs.
“You were going to marry her if I turned you down?” I raise a brow, my voice jumping a couple octaves.
“Yes… No… Maybe? Fuck I dunno. It’s been hard enough not being with you. I just wanted the comfort. So I talked to her when I was in rehab.”
“You talked to the woman you thought you might marry while you were in rehab? And it sure as shit wasn’t work conversations because she’s not working for you right now. So what the fuck was it about? Were you planning a life together when she got back? Is that why she’s coming back? To be with you? Then I come in and tell you I’m pregnant and agree to be yours and fuck up your whole little happy la de fucking da happily ever after plan? All because you don’t want to be alone?”
“Yep, that’s about it.” Deacon chimes in. A smug smile planted on his face. He’s eating this up. I have a feeling he’s known about this long enough. Maybe it’s been eating at him too. “Man, Johnathan you’re a dumbass. She loves you, is sexy as hell, can obviously fuck all night long, is carrying your twins and she’s fucking smart as hell. How do I get a girl like that? You gotta sister, Emily? I could use a woman like you and I mean use in both a good and naughty sense.” He laughs and wiggles his brows, tonguing the lip of his beer bottle like he’s licking a clit.
Johnathan growls. “Don’t fucking talk to my woman like that, D.”
“She isn’t your woman, Johnathan. You were going to marry Ashley, dumb fuck. All because you weren’t man enough to handle a woman with as much of a mouth and sassiness as Em. She isn’t going to give up the goods so easily stupid. You gotta fight for her. Duh!” D says.
I can’t believe this shit! This is screwed up even for my life.
“If you want her, and you’ve planned your life out, Johnathan, I’m not going to stick around and play the yo-yo game. I’m also not going to sit idly by as you use someone because you’re lonely and screwed up in the head. Is what why you want me because I’m having your kids? Is that why this has all of a sudden changed your plans with her? Did you tell her you loved her when you talked to her in rehab? I need to know this shit.” I scold. I am raving mad. I can feel my temperature blazing through my skin.
“Can we talk about this in the backroom?” he asks quietly. His face is gloomy as hell and his body is slumped fully into the couch. But bitch face is in the opposite corner and hasn’t moved since I reamed her ass. At least somebody is smart enough to know not to fuck with me.
“Why? Why does it matter? You’ve obviously already planned out your life with another woman who you met before me. If you didn’t care for her you wouldn’t have done it. Loneliness is not an excuse to marry someone I don’t care what you’ve been through. Deacons a fucking asshole most of the time but at least he’s honest with me and he’s down with being a dick, he gets it. I don’t see him marrying some woman because he gets lonely. He does what any hot-blooded male does. He has sex a lot. Which you’ve done with every single female that’s under thirty five that’s worked for you, including me, Ashley and Jasmine. Did you ever think instead of trying to find someone to fill that void inside of you that you should work on yourself? Sober Johnathan, alone, no sex, no drugs, no women, nothing? I’ve spent years alone with Stacy as my best friend. I’ve only recently been engaging in sex acts I’d never thought I’d do and I love them. But I could stop and be fine and move on and be alone. I realize I had a simple childhood. So I can’t know what you’ve been through even if you told me. Which you haven’t. It’s pretty obvious everyone is afraid to tell me anything about you. Including you. I loved you from the first time I slept with you. Maybe even before. And it wasn’t the anaconda that drew me in. It was you. Did I like feeling that way? Hell no. I don’t do weakness or dependency well. I dealt with Cassandra. Okay maybe not as well as I shou
ld have but I can’t help it. The baby in her belly could be a sibling of my kids. I can’t take that lightly.”
“I told you that her baby…”
I cut him off. “Hush… Please… I’m not finished… So anyway. I was kind of excited to have you get out of rehab to see what could come of this.” I wave my hand between us. “I’ve put you before Claire because I love you and not her that way. Even though I do care for her, a lot. And I didn’t put you first because I have your babies growing inside of me. It’s because of who I thought you were. Who I thought I might get to spent my life with.”
A tear rolls down my cheek. “It’s true you can’t help who you love. I can’t help how I feel about you. It’s a curse and a blessing. But I can tell you right now. The Cassandra thing hurt, the drugs hurt, the dick sucking hurt, the thought you tried to love other women and say and do the same things with me, hurt. But the fact that you out of everything decided that you were going to plan your life with someone else. We all have a past. That’s normal. I don’t care that you’ve slept with four hundred chicks. That’s over. What I don’t like is it rubbed in my face.” I stare at Jasmine and she winces. “But I can deal. I can’t change it. But instead of spending time in rehab cleaning yourself up, readying yourself for a better life possibly alone but clean and healthy. You spend your time weaving a plan with Ashley. A girl I’ve never known anything about and a woman you just stopped dating four months ago. Or however long. I can’t compete with that and I won’t do it. After tonight’s show. After we get through here and in Bakersfield this weekend. I quit. I can’t work with her and it’s obvious you want her in your life. I don’t play second fiddle. If you had a bromance with someone I could deal but marriage and promises and I love you’s, no way. You are not telling her about me or me about her. There is no way on God’s green earth I will ever be okay with this. Ever. I can forgive a lot. But this is not one of those times.” I say calmly. I speak the whole long conversation cool and collected.
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