by T. S. Hill
“Lori let me tell you something. I’ve given this a lot of thought. I stayed awake quite a while last night, and this morning, thinking about it. When I said, that if I had been in the room alone with that girl, that nothing would have happened, I meant it. I still mean it. I will always mean it!”
“You are the woman in my life! Everything that happened in that room in the library was within the context of you. You being there, and my experience with you. Whether that girl brought something to the table or not, depended on you being there as the key part of it. You hold the key to my soul. Without it nobody else gets in.”
“My heart is like a private club, unless they are with Lori Parsons, they don’t get in. And as far as I’m concerned, my body is the same way. Nobody gets this, unless they are approved by, and in the company of, Lori Parsons. That much about this whole thing, I do have nailed down.”
“How you feel, and think, about all of this is up to you to figure out. I’m here to help as much as I’m allowed, and able to. But at the end of the day, it’s up to you to decide where you’re coming from in all of this. But that is my position, and of that I am sure, and I am firm. Any questions?” Lori jumped up from the table and I rose to meet her, she hugged me tight, like she was afraid I would vaporize if she let go.
“Oh Cowboy!”, she sobbed into my chest, I was the one wanting to have her nipples between my lips and in my mouth. And, I wanted to share them with you too Cowboy. I wanted us both with a teat in our mouths. I’m just a, just a, horrible fucking monster of a person! What the fuck is wrong with me Cowboy?”, she wailed, and began crying uncontrollably.
I squeezed her tight to my chest, stroking her hair. “No, no Lori!”, I responded. You are not a monster nor a horrible person! You are an angel to me, and the most wonderful and unique person, that I have ever know! There is nothing wrong with you! You are just you, and I am just me, and we love each other, and try to make each other happy! What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing’s wrong with that!”, she blurted back, still clinging to me.
“If you want to meet with this girl, then we’ll meet. If not, then we just keep going, and we’ll sort all of this out along the way. Whichever works for you, works for me.”, I told her.
“I need to meet her Cowboy, I’ve got too much to resolve, to let go of this opportunity to unmuddy my waters.
“And if it all works out, I mean with no cops and all, I think that I really need you to meet her too. It’s settled then!”, I announced, “We pull out at thirteen hundred hours!”
“Cowboy, did anybody ever tell you, that sometimes your jokes, and timing, both really suck?”
“Actually, I think I heard that somewhere today.”, I quipped back.
We held each other tight for at least the next five minutes, maybe longer. I don’t think that either one of us knew upon what we were about to embark. I knew that I didn’t have a clue, and suspected that Lori didn’t either.
We photographed documents until eleven, and then ordered lunch from room service. We had burgers and fries, and it was the first time that I was disappointed with the room service food. It wasn’t bad, but it also wasn’t any better than a fast food chain burger and fries. Afterwards, we showered and dressed for our meeting with Sasha, or as Lori was still referring to her, titty girl.
We had a brief discussion just before going out the door, about the plan and decided to go with my example that I had laid our earlier. Lori would meet Sasha alone at the ice cream shop. If everything went well, they would walk around the block the long way, to meet me at the sidewalk café.
If anything went south during the walk, Lori was to either abandon the girl, or take her back to the ice cream shop and dump her there. At this point, given the conversation that Lori had with Sasha, I thought the odds of police involvement were slim, but that slim chance still made me nervous.
Lori and I walked to the café together. Then, after giving her a kiss for luck, she headed off to the ice cream shop on her own. Almost an hour later, she hadn’t returned. I was worried, and not sure whether the right thing would be to go looking for her, or to stay put.
While I was pondering this, Lori and Sasha appeared in the distance, leisurely strolling along the sidewalk close together, shoulder to shoulder, smiling and chatting. They stopped in front of a storefront picture window, about three stores up from the café, where both of them were pointing into the window, nodding their heads and obviously agreeing on something.
At length, they pulled themselves away from the display window, and moved on toward me. When they both looked up from their engaged conversation, they spotted me simultaneously and both of them lit up with bright grins. I noticed that Sasha had white tape crossed over her nose, which was darkly bruised, with dark rings under her eyes. I had no idea what I was in for. I stood as they approached, and Lori made introductions.
“Sasha, you remember Stan, I’m sure.”, She began. Sasha extended her hand to me and I took it. Her hand was small, soft, delicate, and light in mine. Her nails were manicured and finished in a pearly light pink, that complimented her white skin and pink blouse. The blouse had first drawn my eyes from a distance when they were approaching, because once again, from the top down, she had left four buttons undone, and was braless. With each approaching step, her magnificent breasts had been jiggling and swaying.
“Stan, of course you remember Sasha.”, Lori continued. Sasha’s face lit up in a big smile as she spoke.
“Of course!”, she bubbled, bending forward as she shook my hand, sending her large breasts wobbling in the tight pink fabric.
Her short blonde hair and makeup were meticulously done. She wore a tightly fitting, grey skirt, cut at mid-thigh with a half slit on the right side, and sheer hose. Today there we no “goody two shoes” Mary Janes on her feet. She was strutting in a pair of black, classy, stiletto heels.
Her legs under that skirt, in those hose, supported by those stiletto heels, gave her the illusion of being longer legged than she was. It was a damn nice, shapely legs, look! The girl knew how to present herself, no doubt. She certainly did not have her “miss princess, goody two shoes” persona on. Except for the obvious nose damage from yesterday, she was gorgeous.
I motioned for them to have a seat, and once again Sasha bent forward, this time to sit, but still making a blatant display of her appreciable cleavage. I knew that Lori had to notice me noticing, but I would have had to look straight up at the sun, to not notice.
I rushed around the table, holding both of their chairs for them and assisting first Lori and then Sasha, to the table. Returning to my chair, Lori was to my right and Sasha directly across from me. Lori began the conversation.
“So, Miss Adamson just happened to have this afternoon off.”, She began. “Isn’t it fortunate, that we also happened to have this afternoon free, Stan? Miss Adamson, I don’t think you know just how much it means to Stan and me to be able to meet you like this.” The name Adamson, wasn’t lost on me. That was the surname of Lori’s grandparents, her mother’s parents who had owned the barn and ranch where had hid out. Also, I realized that Lori calling me Stan, meant that she wasn’t ready to reveal much to Sasha.
“Oh, please! Call me Sasha!”, the girl gushed, not in the least clued as to the messages Lori was sending me.
“I’m pleased to make your acquaintance Sasha.”, I said smiling, as I glanced at Lori, who had her poker face on. I could read noting.
“So, should I call you guys by your first names or Mister or?”, she queried, then Lori jumped in.
“Stan and Lori!”, she said curtly.
“Great!”, Sasha gushed. “It is just so awesome to meet you guys like this! I got the idea yesterday afternoon, to go online and run that personals ad, and just barely made the deadline for it to make today’s paper. I had no idea if you would see it or not, or if you did, whether you would call or come see me again. But I sure hoped that you would. And, here we are! I just can’t believe this!”
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bsp; The entire time she was blabbing on, I was scanning the sidewalks, street, and store entrances for any suspicious looking people, like someone just hanging out, reading, or smoking, like they had nothing better to do. Most undercover cops believe that tactic works, but they actually stick out like a sore thumb.
Janitorial type people, picking up trash, dusting or sweeping, stick out too, because the real ones go at like they can’t wait to get finished. Undercover people fuck around with it, like they’re trying to get fired for being lazy. They’re always looking around more than working. I hadn’t spotted anything that smelled of cop. Letting Lori know that I thought at least the scene was clear, I spoke up.
“I’m glad we chose this location to meet.”, I said looking into Lori’s eyes. “This looks like it’s going to be a great place to spend some time away from prying eyes and bothersome people. Well, Sasha Adamson, if you haven’t had lunch, I would love to buy you two lovely ladies lunch.”, I said, using the Adamson name to let Lori know that I got it. “This little café has delicious food!”
“Do they have vegan?”, Sasha asked. Lori jumped right in.
“Actually, yes dear, there is a sizable vegan section in their menu.”
“Cool!”, Sasha replied. “Look, I don’t want you guys to get the wrong idea about the vegan stuff. I’m not one of those judgmental libtards, that thinks everyone should be just like them. You guys eat any meat, or whatever you want to. It’s not going to offend or upset me in the least. I think everyone should eat whatever it is they like. I just happen to like vegan is all. No politics involved. No animal rights, nut case, shit going on either. I just try to be me, and believe that everyone else deserves to be left alone to just be themselves too.”
“Well.”, I began. “I’m actually glad that you went to the trouble to explain that Sasha. I plan to enjoy a nice sandwich that includes a big pile of turkey breast in the middle! I can do so now, without shame or guilt.” Sasha smiled at me. Lori snickered.
“Ask the waiter to bring the guest menu, Stan. Maybe it won’t show the Freudian allusions next to what you plan to order.” Sasha giggled and covered her mouth and nose with her hand.
“What?”, I asked.
Lori spoke to Sasha, “Do you want to point it out to him, or should I?’. They both giggled, and Sasha answered her, “Go ahead! He’s your boyfriend.”
Lori looked me in the eyes and said, “a nice sandwich that includes a big pile of turkey breast in the middle?”
“Yeah, what?”, I questioned. They both giggled again.
“A nice “sandwich”, that includes “a big pile of breast”, in the “middle,” Lori drawled out.
“Oh!”, I said. Okay. I get it. Let’s just get the menus and order, or do both of you already plan on having a foot-long hot dog?”
“Stan.” Lori waded back in, “Your jokes and timing?”
“Oh, I thought it was cute!”, Sasha piped in.
“Don’t encourage him dear, most of them are poorly timed or just semi-lame.
“They’re still funny!”, I protested.
“This is fun!”, Sasha said, smiling really big. I really like you guys! You just don’t have any pretensions, or hold anything back. You’re out there! Kinda like me! What you see is what you get!”
I guess it was just me being male or too much testosterone, but when Sasha said that, I looked straight to her mounded tits. Lori was looking at me and burst out laughing. Sasha caught it and covered her mouth and nose again with her hands. But underneath her hands she was giggling almost deliriously.
“Oops! My bad!”, she said.
“No, honey! That one was funny.”, Lori replied.
“I feel like I’m being discriminated against!”, I said jokingly.
“Sexually discriminated?”, Lori asked.
“Can we please just order?”, I asked in a frustrated tone. Sasha was still giggling, with her huge melons jiggling beneath the skin tight pink fabric.
The waiter finally made it over with menus and took our orders. After he had left, I dove back into the conversation. I don’t know if it was because Sasha had professed to being open, and as she said, “What you see is what you get.”, or if maybe it was a bit of meanness surfacing in me. Either way, I took the conversation a whole leap from where it had been.
“So, Sasha.”, I waded right in, “Are you primarily attracted to men, or do you have a little bisexual streak to?” I glanced at Lori, and once again she had a blank poker face. Sasha was unfazed by the question, and quickly replied, in a matter of fact tone.
“Actually, I find women more attractive, but don’t get me wrong, I like men too, but mostly in the context of a three way.”
“Like with two guys?”, I asked.
“No! Hell no!”, she replied. “I can barely tolerate one man by himself. There’s no way in hell that I would take on two at once. I’m not a self-masochist! I’m talking about the guy being with me and a female partner. Like yesterday. Or, sorta like that anyway. That kind of three way is actually my preference. If I ever find the perfect relationship, that will be it. Me and my gal friend with our man!”
“Let me get this straight!”, I said shaking my head, and noticing Lori smiling at me with her hands folded under her chin. “Your first preference is you and your girlfriend with a guy?”
“Yep!”, Sasha responded.
“Then your next preference down the ranks, is you and a woman?”
“El correcto!”, she quipped back, with a faint smile.
“Next down the line would be you and just one man.” She nodded her head affirmative and smiled a little more.
“Then after that, two men?”
“No! Then after that, you get into “I don’t do that shit!” The more men you add, the more I don’t do it!”
“Two women and you?” I was getting curious.
“Only did that once. It was ok. Nothing to write home about. I guess I might do that again, under just the right circumstances.”
“Three women and you?”, I ventured.
“Never been there. Not saying that I wouldn’t, but I imagine that would be a lot like the two women and me. I’d only be willing to go for that under just the right circumstances, with just the right people. The two girls and me and the three girls and me, would have to be relationship stuff, but I’m just not seeing the likelihood of that kind of relationship stuff happening.” At the end of the day, perfect for me would be, to be in a committed relationship with a couple. A really neat couple, like you guys!”
“Now!”, Sasha paused. “You know about my sexual preferences, what about you guys?”
“Sasha if you don’t mind.”, I directed back to her, “I have a couple of more things before we get into that. Tell us about your fainting.”
She looked down into her lap. “I didn’t really faint. You guys know that. I just didn’t want to put you on the spot, and scare you off. I really found you guys amazing, except that last thing. I didn’t understand that, and I still don’t. But, I don’t care about that if we can be friends. I saw a tear trickle down her bruised and taped nose. Can we?”, she asked meekly. Lori reached across to Sasha, and held her hands which were in her lap.
“We’ll see, Sasha, I said softly, it’s just a bit early to be declaring undying friendship, don’t you think?” She nodded her head. “Sasha, I don’t mean to be an asshole or anything, but I need to know that you’re the real thing. I’m going to need you to empty your purse on the table.” Without looking up, she sat her purse on the table, and then reaching for the bottom, turned it upside down, shaking out the contents.
First thing, I picked up her cell phone. “Pass code?”, I requested.
“Zero, six, nine, seven.”, She answered, “My birth date.”
“June of ninety-seven?”, Lori asked, making conversation with the girl, while I rifled through her phone.
“Yeah, Sasha sobbed, still looking down into her lap.
“It’s okay, honey.”, Lori said trying to comfort t
he girl. “Stan likes you! He just has to be careful. It’s nothing personal with you. Believe me! He likes you!
I shot a cutting glance at Lori as I tossed the separated battery and cell phone back into Sasha’s purse. She smiled at me and winked. I took that to mean that maybe she didn’t mind if I did, like the girl, or maybe she was letting me know that she was just saying that to keep the girl calm. I quickly gave up trying to figure it out, and focused on the remainder of the scattered contents of Sasha’s purse. I found nothing out of the ordinary and placing it all back, pushed the purse back across the table to Sasha.
One last thing Sasha. I need you to stand and pull your blouse up to just beneath your boobs. I know that this is all strange, but believe me, it’s completely necessary. You’ll understand later. Silently and still looking down, she stood and tugged the tail of her blouse from the waist of her skirt, then gathering and pulling, she lifted the wadded blouse, up to her boobs, and then higher, lifting her boobs against her chin. With some nice underboob showing, there was no way for her to pull the blouse any higher. Her massive boobs had the blouse wedged in place.
“Okay, that’s fine Sasha.”, I said.
“You can pull your blouse back down now.”, Lori added. I wasn’t sure if that was meant for Sasha or me. I sat it aside in my mind and continued.
“Do you have any kind of recording device on you at all Sasha?”, I queried.
“No! Why the hell would I?”, she asked, readjusting the pink blouse fabric across her tits.
“It’s just that in the profession that I’m in, I can’t be too careful.”, I replied.
“Wow!”, she said, “Are you some kind of fucking spies?”
“No.”, Lori answered, laughing. Just some kind of security work. Now, what kind of questions do you have that you want us to answer?”
“About sex stuff?”, Sasha asked.
“Sure, why not!”, I answered.
“Fire away!”, chimed in Lori. Sasha had dried up her tears, and seemed to be excited about having her turn at asking questions.
“So, what do you guys like?”, she asked.
