DUTCH AND GINA: A SCANDAL IS BORN

by Mallory Monroe

  LaLa could sense his growing heat, could feel his expanding penis. “I don’t know,” she answered honestly. “Do you?”

  “Do I?” he asked, staring at her full, gorgeous, African lips; lips women he knew were having plastic surgery to emulate when hers were the real deal, the genuine article. “What do you think?” he asked her as his lips smothered hers.

  And all pretenses were off. All conversations were over. They kissed like the sex starved lovers they were becoming. Even Crader, who couldn’t remember a time when he spent an entire week without having sex with some female, hadn’t even wanted to touch another woman after that day he made love to LaLa. He wanted LaLa. And by the way she was returning his kisses she, to his relief, wanted him too.

  He unbuttoned her jeans and dropped them, along with her panties, down to her knees as he continued to kiss her. He unbuttoned his own jeans and dropped them too as he continued to kiss her. He snatched down to her navel her loose-fitting blouse, and then her bra, as he continued to kiss her.

  And just as LaLa was getting into his rhythm, just as her kisses were matching his completely, he pinned her legs against his hips, gaped her legs open, and put his body between them. He started massaging her womanhood with his two fingers, looking her dead in the eye to see her reaction. And she reacted immediately, grabbing him around the neck as she felt the sensuality to the roots of her hair.

  He carried her over to the bed, her jeans and panties dropping to her feet, as he laid her on top of the bed and continued, with his tongue instead of his fingers, to massage her. It seemed surreal to LaLa, that they could be in a house with the President of the United States and were doing this, but it didn’t seem to faze Crader for one second. And why should it, she thought, as his tongue began to flutter her clit, causing her to arch, when it was his house to begin with?

  Crader stood up, tossed off his shirt and then stepped out of his pants and boxers, and then he moved on top of her, kissing her breasts and neck and ear. “I want to enter you raw, baby,” he whispered to her as he kissed her. “I want your pussy to feel every inch of my rod, I want it desperately. Please let me enter you raw? Will you?”

  It was a question that she spent her entire life answering as no. No way was any man, other than her husband, entering her without a condom.

  But the way he kept kissing her breasts, and her neck, and the way he held his masculine scent and she wanted it so badly, she wanted to feel his bare rod just as badly as he wanted her to feel it.

  But a man who would make love to her back in DC, and then claim to not have enough time in a day to pick up a phone and at least call to see if she was still alive, was a man she knew was going to be a handful. And probably had asked this question of more women than she wanted to even imagine.

  Her head, therefore, screamed hell no. But her heart, and her vagina, and every fiber of her being weren’t trying to hear that scream.

  But she heard it. “No,” she said. “We can’t.”

  “Yes, we can’t, baby,” he said, still whispering. “You use birth control, don’t you?”

  She did, but that wasn’t her only worry. “Yes, but---”

  “You’ll be the first, I promise you, La.”

  This stunned her. “I’ll be the first? You expect me to believe that?”

  “It’s true,” Crader said honestly. “I’ve never trusted a woman enough to go raw. Not the ones I’ve been intimate with.” It was, in fact, the very reason he was intimate with them: they didn’t want strings, and neither did he. “You’re the first,” he added.

  But LaLa still felt torn. Men would promise anything to get some, and she knew it. She wasn’t naïve.

  But this was Crader, the man she had decided, after allowing him to make love to her the first time, was a man she could very well love. He was, after all, that same man she felt a connection to just by watching on television. A man who had treated her with nothing but respect all the times they did hang out together.

  And besides, she reasoned, a man like him, who never cared for encores just as Gina said, was already on seconds with her.

  And she told him yes, he could take her raw. Yes, she told him, and braced herself, not only for the magnificent wave of passion he was about to give to her, but for the ultimate, bumpy ride she could just sense he was going to take her on.

  Crader could hardly contain himself when she gave her permission. This is what he wanted. This was what he’d been dreaming about doing to her the entire time she was out of his sight.

  She hadn’t thought about a raw entry, because her dreams of him were more about getting to know him better and falling in love with him, but she welcomed it now. Because she arched her more than ready body even more as he did as she had hoped he would do, and shoved it in.

  “Aaah,” he said like an exhale when his flesh entered hers and her juices immediately began to greet his engorging rod with a splash of saturation.

  And although he was sweet and gentle the first time they mated, this time was different. This time he was rough. Not because he wanted to be, not because he did it like that, but because his control broke as soon as he felt her rawness, and he couldn’t help himself.

  LaLa, for her part, didn’t want to him to help himself. She wanted him to pound. And he did, thrusting into her with steady, but frenetic grinding. He held onto her tightly, and she held onto him tightly as he thrust and thrust and they found themselves making maddening, desperate, passionate love.

  It was a risk for both of them, because neither had a clue where it all would end, but as Crader’s buttocks tightened and his penis pushed in as far as he could push, causing her to climax, causing himself to release inside of her, LaLa knew one thing for sure.

  He now had her body, there was no way she could ever see herself turning down the chance to have sex with Crader McKenzie ever again. But she was determined to have his heart. It wasn’t going to be easy, not with a trust-phobic man like him, and it would require a lot of work on her part. But she was willing to put the work in.

  Because, she decided, as she looked at this naked man on top of her, with his delicious penis still deep within her, he was one of those rich, powerful, great looking louts, as Christine would probably consider him, who was well worth the work.

  Later that night everybody assembled in the Family Room to relax and do nothing more than play games, laugh, eat, drink and be merry. Dutch seemed to be having the most fun, Gina thought, as he was crawling on the floor playing with his plump, brown-skinned baby boy while the nanny looked on. Here he was, the leader of the free world, playing peep-a-boo with a baby and then laughing with belly laughs whenever the baby grinned. Their talk by the waterfall seemed to have done him a world of good, she thought, although, she also noticed, the man was bone tired.

  Crader and Christian were playing chess, and Gina couldn’t imagine anything more boring than two men staring at a board for long stretches of time before either one of them made a move.

  For her part, she and LaLa were at the card table in the back of the room, farthest away from the crowd, attempting to play Spades although they were mainly just talking.

  “So,” Gina asked, tossing a card onto the pile, “how did it go?”

  “How did what go?” LaLa asked, studying her hand.

  “How did your roll in the hay go with Crader?”

  LaLa looked at her. “How did you--”

  “I didn’t,” Gina said with a smile, causing LaLa to smile too. “But it’s really very obvious, girl. At least on your part.” Gina glanced at her friend when she said this.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  Gina hesitated. “Crader’s not the marrying kind, you do understand that?”

  “How do you know that?”

  “Oh, come on, La. The man is Dutch’s age, okay, and he’s still running around chasing skirts.”

  “He was, yes, until he chased my skirt.”

  “That is so lame.”

  “Okay, I get what you�
�re saying, I get it. But,” she said as she tossed out a card.

  “But what?” Gina asked, studying her friend.

  “But I just happen to think he’s worth giving a try.”

  Gina pointed her cards at LaLa. “Don’t let him hurt you.”

  “I won’t.”

  “He starts any of that bullshit, don’t give him all those chances you told me you gave to Dempsey. You dump his ass.”

  “You know I will,” LaLa said and then watched as Gina played the next card.

  Only LaLa didn’t know a thing. Because it wasn’t that simple anymore. She glanced over at Crader, who was singularly concentrated on that chess board in front of him, the same jeans and jersey he had tossed off to make such passionate love to her he had tossed back on, and she knew she was easily falling in love with that man.

  Besides, she thought, looking back at her friend, Gina could do all of that rah, rah, drop his ass talk. She had Dutch. She had the best. And she was the best. Her prom date would have never left her. Not because she was super gorgeous, she wasn’t. But because she was super good. Decent. The best.

  “Excuse me, sir,” the house butler said as he entered the room and walked over to Crader, “but the Secret Service states that a Liz Sinclair wishes permission to enter the estate grounds.”

  “Liz?” Gina asked, frowning. “What to devil she’s doing here?”

  “Who’s Liz Sinclair?” Crader wanted to know.

  “She’s the staffer I told you about,” Dutch said, getting off of the floor with Little Walt, “the one I hired to look out for Gina.”

  “That’s a cute way to put it,” Gina said.

  “I’ll refuse entry if that’s what you want,” Crader said.

  “Let her in,” Dutch ordered. Crader nodded to the butler, and the butler left.

  Gina looked at Dutch. “Did you ask her to come here?”

  “She had to take care of some business in L.A., but yes, I told her to come to Florida after she concluded her business.”

  “Not fair, Dutch. You should have asked me first.”

  LaLa and Christian glanced at each other. They’d heard the couple argue many times before, but it always made them feel uneasy. Dutch and Gina were their gold standard. If they didn’t act right, or, God forbid, if they didn’t make it, what chance did the rest of them have?

  “I hired her to do a job,” Dutch said. “Her job is to be your protector. I’m not going to stop the woman from doing her job.”

  “Then you let her follow you toe to toe because she’s not following me,” Gina made clear. “I can’t stand her. I’m sorry, but I can’t.”

  “She’ll not follow you toe to toe,” Dutch said, “but you will allow her to do her job.”

  Gina rolled her eyes.

  Dutch continued. “You will allow her to be within striking distance of you just in case.”

  Gina frowned. “Just in case what? I’m in a veritable fortress here as it is, Dutch. We’ve got more Secret Service agents running around this place than we have at the White House, it seems to me. What in the world does she need to protect me from here?”

  “She’s here now, Gina,” Dutch made clear, “and you will be civil to her and she will stay. Understood?”

  Gina tossed out another card, although it wasn’t her time to do so. “Yeah,” she finally said. “Understood.”

  Within a few minutes after their conversation, Liz entered the room looking radiant, it seemed to Dutch, as she put on her best smile on her arrival.

  “Hello, all,” she said.

  Everybody in the room, except Crader, knew her and spoke to her, with Gina doing as Dutch had ordered her to do and was being civil with her also. Crader, on the other hand, was impressed.

  Wow, he thought inwardly, as he watched this strikingly gorgeous tall, slim, black woman enter his home.

  Liz noticed him too, and she was equally impressed with his good looks. Although no-one, not even him, could hold a candle to Dutch.

  “How are you, Liz?” Dutch asked, as she made her way to his side.

  “Considering that I just flew in from California on a flight that had me seated next to a man who not only snored throughout the entire trip, but drooled, and drooled on me, I’m okay.”

  “Oh, my,” Dutch said. “Perhaps you’d like to freshen up.”

  “Particularly with you,” she wanted to say. “That would be lovely,” she said instead.

  “We may have to reconfigure the guest rooms, Cray,” Dutch said as Crader came over to them.

  “There are a few more vacant rooms.”

  “Liz, you know Crader McKenzie, don’t you?”

  “I know of him,” Liz said, putting on that charming smile of hers, as they shook hands.

  “As I know of you,” Crader replied. “Nice to meet you, Liz.”

  “Likewise,” Liz said, not making a secret of the fact that she was assessing him. Gina looked at LaLa. LaLa was staring, not at Liz, but at Crader.

  “I’ll show you where you can lay your head,” Crader said with a smile of his own as he and Liz left the Family room.

  “All I have to say,” Gina said, tossing out yet another card, although it still wasn’t her turn, “is women, hold onto your men.”

  LaLa smiled, although she was hardly feeling joyous. Then she perked back up. No way, she decided, could he even think about looking at another woman, even one as alluring as Liz Sinclair, after the way he made love to her.

  “This is nice,” Liz said as Crader escorted her into one of the downstairs bedroom.

  “I’m letting the First Family have the run of the second floor, so the rest of us are kind of packed in down here.”

  “I’d hardly call this spacious room as any packing in,” Liz said. “I’ll be quite comfortable here.”

  “Good,” Crader said. “The bathroom is right through that door, and anything else you need just use the intercom button on the night stand and the staff on duty will be happy to assist you.”

  “Wonderful. Thank-you, Crader,” Liz said, looking down the length of him.

  “You’re welcome,” he said. He, too, felt an urgent need to assess this African princess, but he didn’t. For LaLa’s sake, not to mention his own sanity, he didn’t. He simply turned to leave.

  Liz, however, wasn’t about to let a hunk like him get away without her having some fun, at least some, with him. “Crader?” she yelled, stopping his progress.

  He turned back toward her. “Yes?”

  “I see there’s no television in this room. Which is rather problematic for me. You see, I can’t seem to sleep unless I have a television blaring. I won’t blare it, I promise you that, but do you think you could wrangle up one for me, dear?”

  “I’m sure I can find a little portable one in one of these rooms. Be right back.”

  And he left, but couldn’t seem to find one (watching television was something he almost never had time to do). It wasn’t until he peeped, not in any of the bedrooms, but in the rarely used downstairs parlor did he find a small, sixteen inch flat screen sitting inside a tall entertainment center.

  Once he was able to unplug it, he carried it to the back guest room. He entered talking, telling Liz that it was small, but he didn’t think he had another. It wasn’t until he had sat the television on the armoire did he realize that Liz wasn’t there.

  And then he heard a loud thump in the bathroom.

  “Are you okay in there?” he asked as he hurried over to the door.

  “No,” she said. “Please come here.”

  He opened the door quickly, and entered quickly, expecting to find that she had fallen and was on the floor, or even inside the tub. But she wasn’t either. She was upright, stark naked, and moving up to him.

  I’m not okay,” she said, turning him toward the vanity chair and pushing him down.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked angrily, moving to stand up.

  But she was already crotched down and unzipping his jeans.
r />   “Look, lady,” he said, grabbing her hand and slinging it away from him, moving to stand up.

  But she had already put his rod in her mouth.

  That was the game changer.

  No way, he knew, could he resist this. He just couldn’t. not with this bombshell. Not with the expert way her tongue was licking him. Not as his penis wouldn’t even have the decency to remain deflated. It flared right up. Stood at attention immediately when her she touched him. And he leaned his head back, angry with himself; knowing that this was all wrong; knowing that his inability to control his attraction to beautiful women would be the death of him yet.

  But even knowing all of that, he still didn’t stop it. He still allowed her mouth to fuck his penis the way he would have been fucking her. And probably would have fucked her, he knew, if he hadn’t opened his lust-filled eyes just enough to see that LaLa had entered the bedroom, and was now standing outside of the bathroom, staring at him.

  And just like that the will power he didn’t think he had showed up with a vengeance. “Oh, no, La,” he said, his heart pounding.

  Liz, however, kept sucking, kept his penis deep inside her mouth and kept drawing on it like a pothead drew out a drag on a reefer.

  “La, I can explain,” he was saying, moving to get up, but LaLa didn’t wait around for explanations. She was gone.

  “LaLa, wait!” he yelled as he had to literally push Liz away from him to get up and get after the only woman he really wanted.

  Liz sat back on her haunches and shrugged, her indifference to the plight of her fellow man scary even to her.

  But Crader didn’t care about her plight at this time. He only cared that the one woman he was considering committing his life, the only woman who had ever made him want to be a better man, had just found out what kind of douche bag he really was, and would probably never expose her heart to him again.

  “LaLa, please!” he stood at her bedroom door and pleaded. “Please open the door. I was wrong, I know I was wrong, but please don’t lock me out. LaLa please!”