by Kailin Gow
Before I could say anything, she was reaching for napkins and blotting my shirt, trying to clean up the coffee, but it really wasn’t working. In fact, it was hopeless. It was making my flesh stickier and spreading on my already trashed shirt, my favorite shirt, the one I’d thought would be my lucky interview shirt that morning. Clearly, there was nothing lucky about the shirt.
“Stop!” I shouted, a bit irritated.
“I’m so sorry. That’ll need to be dry-cleaned. Let me give you some money for that. Wait…oh…maybe I should take it…what would you wear…no…”
The woman kept rambling on until I said, “It’s okay. I don’t need you to pay for my dry cleaning.”
“Club soda over here,” she yelled. “Here, let me take this off. Hope you don’t mind.”
She was rambling and panicked, completely out of control. She started to unbutton my shirt, ignoring my protests, which were actually genuine, and before I knew it, my chest was exposed and an audience was staring at me, watching the mayhem unfold. And right after that, the woman’s rough hands became softer and her movements changed. Holy fuck! She was turned on. I couldn’t really allow that to happen in the middle of Starbucks, could I?
“Excuse me, you don’t have to do that,” I said, slowly putting my finger under her chin so I could see her and hopefully reason with her. My jaw dropped. “Lina.”
Chapter 5
I watched Lina as she fumbled and tried to regain her composure, her lovely cheekbones crimson with embarrassment. “Simon, I’m so sorry. I didn’t see you…I mean I didn’t expect to see you here. I’m sorry.”
She was so frazzled and my irritation instantly turned into a desire to comfort her, wrap my arms around her and let her know that I was okay, and that she would be okay, too. “It’s okay, Lina. Relax.”
“Okay, but I insist on paying for the dry cleaning, Simon.”
“That’s hardly necessary,” I said, smiling. “However, if you don’t mind, I’d like to put my shirt back on. Not only do we have an audience, but I am staring a sign that says one has to be worn at all times.”
Someone shouted out, “We don’t mind, Doc.”
I turned to smile, very familiar with shout-outs from the television show. Then I returned my attention to Lina, who now looked like she wanted to laugh and cry.
“Simon, at least let me buy you a new cup of coffee,” she offered.
“Now that I’ll let you do if you agree to join me,” I said.
“You want to sit here in that wet, stained shirt?” she asked me.
“How about we get the coffee to go and can chat on our way to my car and then my penthouse, where I can get a new one. Deal?”
“I don’t know,” she said, suddenly apprehensive.
“I’ll behave,” I whispered in her ear.
“Well, I suppose it will be alright,” Lina said.
I waited while she got me a new coffee and we left the coffee shop, walking down the sidewalk. It was petty, but I hoped with all I had that Bixby was watching out his window and saw me walking away with Lina. It would be sweet justice.
Walking along with Lina and having her treat me nicely, not like I appalled her felt great and it warmed my heart in a way that I really wasn’t that familiar with. But it felt nice. It brought back a sweet reminder of that day after we went to market, when it started to rain and ended up back at my penthouse and kissed; almost did more. I would have loved more then, just as I had to admit that I still did.
“Hey, um, Lina, let me explain about the other day,” I said. It was bothering me that she’d had the image implanted in her mind of Gloria going down on me. Not cool!
She cut me off before I could finish. “Don’t worry about it, okay.”
I was certainly fine with that because the last thing I desired was to talk about it. I just wanted her to be okay and offer an explanation if she wanted one. Of course, I had no idea what I’d really say aside from I was helping a poor woman overcome her addiction.
“Guess what?” Lina said suddenly, smiling and clapping her hands together.
“What?” I asked.
“My play, they want to take it to Broadway, which is pretty cool. I’m not going to be in it because I’d rather do a film, but it’ll be really interesting to watch it from the audience at some point, I think.”
I thought back to my embarrassment that day. I’d been the only one who felt that way. “I recall hearing plenty of laughter and amusement at it, as well as some gasps at unexpected parts. You’ll enjoy being a part of that greatly when the time comes.”
“Aw, thanks,” she said to me.
“Can you hear the audience when you’re up there or do you sort of block it out?” I asked. I really had no idea.
“You can hear bits, but if you lose focus you’ll fall out of character or stumble on your line so you have to stay focused…not let them distract you, whether they’re happy or booing you.”
“I cannot imagine you’ve ever been booed. You’re very talented,” I said.
“Simon, that is so sweet,” Lina said to me, squeezing my right arm briefly. I felt her hand linger there, absorbing the details of my bicep.
“It’s the truth, not sweet,” I said.
“Well, I was booed once, for your information, and it inspired me to make sure that never happened again. It completely sucked.”
“Really? What happened.” She had my curiosity piqued.
“Well, it was my first play and it was at some offbeat theater in San Francisco. I was a bit too arrogant and just assumed that I’d nail it. Didn’t put in the time I should have and I guess it showed. A boo echoes quite loudly in a half filled theater.” She started laughing and I joined in, admiring her ability to make light of herself. “Needless to say—lesson learned.”
“I bet,” I said. “Well, my car’s right here.”
We got into the car and drove to the penthouse. Lina’s mood instantly turned more quiet, almost bashful and I saw her fidgeting with the hemline of her skirt and tapping her foot nervously. “You okay?”
“Fine, yeah,” she said.
“Well, I don’t mean to debate you Ms. Lee, but my mother told me that whenever a woman said ‘fine’ she was lying.”
“Oh, that’s silly,” she countered.
“Look, if you’re nervous about going up to my penthouse, you can wait in the car and I’ll hurry. I don’t mind,” I offered.
“Oh, that would be silly. I’m fine—good—I’m good,” she said.
“Okay, great. I’m not really in a hurry anymore, today. I had to postpone my afternoon interviews because it was just too much to take,” I said.
“Interviews? For what?” Lina asked me.
I got out of the car and walked around to her door and opened it up, answering her then. “To fill Brandi’s position.”
“She quit?” Lina asked.
“She did and there were a lot of reasons why she should’ve a long time ago,” I said, sighing. It really did bother me and not having Brandi made me realize how much I’d relied on her. If only she’d been able to stay focused on the job.
Lina nodded. “I’m sorry. I saw her at Ralph’s office a bit ago and was wondering why she was there. That’s when I went down to get coffee and bumped into you. Why did she quit or can’t you tell me?”
“I can tell you, it’s not a huge secret—anymore, anyway. It turns out she was having some jealousy concerns over my clients. I didn’t realize it, but she had feelings for me. It impacted how she acted with some of the clients I have,” I said with a sigh.
“Poor you,” Lina said. “You seem to constantly get harassed by your clients, don’t you? Seems like women just throw themselves at you, even pretending to have some kind of problem just so they can get close to you as a patient.”
My head jerked toward Lina’s direction. Was she teasing me or genuine? She seemed genuine and from the look on her face, I saw sympathy, not scrutiny. And there it was, in one simple statement, Lina had summed up the problems I faced in
my career and life.
“Look, I’m sorry you had to see me with a client that day…” I said, referring to Gloria. I had to clear it up with Lina.
“I was embarrassed at first,” Lina said, “and shocked, but…”
I waited for her to finish, but she didn’t. She had me intrigued and her opinion was one of a handful that really did matter to me. “But what?” I finally asked.
“I finally realized what happened after I went downstairs and into Ralph’s car. Ralph had called me to tell me to go to your office at that moment when you were with Gloria. At the time, I had no idea why he would do such a thing. He has never cared before. Why at that moment? So…” Lina said, “It seems that Ralph wanted me to see you in a compromising position.”
My mouth dropped open. “How did you know?”
Lina looked a little angry and highly annoyed at my response. “Look, Simon, I may not be a sex therapist and I may be a virgin, but was not born yesterday, nor do I have an IQ of an idiot.”
I let out an exasperated breath. “Whoa, back up. I didn’t imply anything by it. What I’m wondering is why you are with Bixby? He treats you like an idiot and isn’t very respectful to you, especially considering you are his fiancé.”
We were at my front door and I opened up. Only when we were inside the door and it was closed did Lina look at me to answer that question. “I have a lot of reasons why I’m marrying Ralph.”
I let an “oh” escape my lips. Her words made me sick, and curious, too.
“Although I know he’s not perfect, I still want to be his wife.”
I had to ask. “Name one reason.”
Lina took a deep breath then and let out a bomb. “I’m doing it for my parents.”
How could Lina’s parents, who were well-off need to rely on their daughter marrying a complete asshole, for anything? What a crazy day!
Chapter 6
I should have just dropped the subject of Lina and Bixby, but I couldn’t let it go. I had to find out more and get her to reveal as much as I could while I had her all to myself. “Why do you need to marry Bixby to help your parents?” This was the third time I’d asked, each time Lina giving a ‘non-answer’ answer.
She was getting flustered and changed the subject again, although it was one that was harder for me to veer away from. “Let’s get this shirt off of you,” she said. Her nimble, thin fingers began to unbutton my shirt and I could see them shaking slightly. I was quiet and listened to her as she talked herself out of the situation and into my shirt. Sounded odd, but I wasn’t about to argue. “I can’t stand how it’s all wet and sticky, all plastered against your…um…hard chest like that. It must be uncomfortable. I mean, I would be if my shirt was wet and plastered onto me like a second skin. I would want to get it off immediately.”
I let her ramble on, enjoying what she was doing and feeling intense energy surge through my body from her touch. Did she even know what she was doing to me? She had no idea. She was innocent, but in kind of a way, she wasn’t. Lina Lee was one confusing, scrumptious woman.
Now her hands were all over me and I knew that she wasn’t worried about my coffee stained shirt. She was touching me, caressing me, and letting her hands roam my body, coming dangerously close to my waistline, which made me instantly get hard. Every brush of her hands was a stroke that aroused me. My nipples were hardening and as her hands traveled over them, they paused like she was reading Braille. As her palm pressed over my heart, I felt its beat grow more rapid. It was all I could do to let Lina keep the lead and not put my hands all over her. I didn’t want to scare her so I’d gladly follow her lead and accept whatever it was she was offering me. What was it, exactly? Time would tell.
Quite unexpectedly, Lina fell forward into my chest and instinctually my arms did wrap around her, holding her in and feeling the synergy the two of us had when we were connected. Her body was pressed against mine and I moved back just enough to put one of my hands under her chin and lift it gently. She resisted, though, and brought her hands up, taking them to the buckle of my pants and undoing it and then releasing my pants so they dropped to the ground. I was still standing there and she kept rubbing me and arousing me. Harder and harder. My boxers followed shortly thereafter. What was this woman doing to me?
Putting her hands on my hips, she dropped to her knees and began to kiss me just above my cock, which was at high attention. I felt its tip brush against her cheek and it was such a surprisingly erotic sensation, not like anything I’d recalled before.
I looked down and saw Lina’s tongue snake out and lick me seductively, flickering on the tip of my penis and teasing me to the point where I might go mad.
“You smell and tastes so good,” Lina said between licks. “Rich, sweet coffee with the saltiness of your sweaty skin…so delicious, so sexy.”
She continued tasting me and teasing me, just barely touching my cock with her hands and lips, but getting as close as she could without it. I was anticipating it, needing it so badly, and I found my hips rocking forward ever so slightly to encourage her to go down on it. I wanted her beautiful lips and mouth wrapped around me, making me feel as good as I wanted to make her feel.
A slight groan escaped my lips and I glanced down. Lina’s smoldering eyes were looking up at me and I saw the desire in them. She wanted this as much as I did.
“I see what Ralph means by you having a perfect body, Dr. Sessions,” Lina said. “I’ve never seen a man who looks like a Greek statue before, much less touched him. It’s so hot, you’re such a turn-on.”
She kept talking to me in that wispy voice and now she was touching my cock and describing it in a way that was poetry, at least to me in that moment.
“So soft yet hard, and the veins…they’re bulging out like they’re so full.” She gently stroked my cock up and down with her fingers until I couldn’t stop groaning. I was on the point of begging.
“Lina, you shouldn’t be doing this if you don’t want to… if you…” I felt compelled to say it, although my words were hardly convincing. Man, did I want her to continue what she was doing.
“It’s so much bigger than Ralph’s. So much wider, heavier, and more,” she licked the tip of it, sending me off.
“Lina, yes…” I murmured.
“Tastier, too. Perfection,” she cooed.
“You and Ralph…I thought you were a virgin,” I said. I was so confused and something deep inside me made me spout out the question. Because on the surface, I just wanted all of her, not a question and answer session.
“Technically,” Lina said, “but there are many other things we can do; I’m sure you understand that.” Her words were slick seduction and then she put her mouth over my cock and slowly took it all in, masterfully and with the sheer passion of a woman who was determined to get what she wanted. Well, she could have it. No arguments from me.
Her lips left my cock just enough for her to say, “I can’t stop thinking what it would be like to have you in my mouth, especially after I saw that slut Gloria with your cock in hers.”
Whoa! Stop. What? “You know her?”
“Not only do I know her as being the one sucking off Ralph regularly, but I know her through acting class. She’s actually the one who introduced me to him.”
“What?” I practically yelled, my voice escalating. That made no sense!
Lina wasn’t ready to give me answers, though, and she plunged back down on my cock and began to aggressively take it in and out of her hot, wet mouth, making me start to twitch. I was close to coming and it would be a record; I’d never come so fast from a BJ, even with Gloria. This was unbelievable. Lina…so talented. Maybe even more than Gloria.
Maybe this blow job thing was the key as to why Ralph wanted Lina so badly. It made sense. Was she a watcher and participator with others to fill Bixby’s sadistic needs? I wondered, but as I did, I found myself on the edge of orgasm, not completely unturned on by the thought.
I could barely stand as Lina squeezed me while deep
-throating me, her pinky rubbing around my ass, sending me into a spastic climax where my hips thrust forward to get as much of me into her as possible. She took it all in and her throat was wide open, accepting every bit of my girth and my release.
“Holy shit, wow,” I said, panting and feeling like I could drop to my knees.
I looked down at Lina and she smiled at me, looking dirty and innocent all at the same time. She stood up and licked her lips. She was more experienced than I had ever thought she could be. That was surprising but the real gem that I’d discovered was that she was less in love with Ralph than I thought. There was no way she could have done what she just did, talent aside, without some serious emotional connection or energy surging through her. Maybe, just maybe, what I’d been hoping for really did exist—she felt something for me.
