The Black Door

by Velvet

  Ariel jiggled her boobs, causing them to do a little dance, and she then turned around and wiggled her behind. “Where do you want to start your feast?” She stepped closer, wrapped her arms around his neck, and gave him a deep French kiss.

  Trey was hypnotized by the movement of her tongue as it danced around the inside of his mouth, tickling his tongue, teeth, and the roof of his mouth. After a few minutes of giving into the moment, he pulled back.

  “Why’d you stop?” She looked perplexed.

  He reached up, took her arms from around his neck, and coughed nervously. “Well, I really didn’t come over here for sex, but when you opened the door in that sexy getup, I lost my train of thought,” he said, turning his back to her and walking into the living room.

  Ariel stood in the foyer, shocked; she couldn’t believe that he wasn’t eagerly jumping her bones like the other night. Paranoia began to creep up from the soles of her feet, up through her legs, traveling to her consciousness, bringing her out of her lust-induced state of mind back to reality. Suddenly she felt self-conscious and crossed her arms in front of her breasts, before joining him in the living room. “So what did you come over here for?”

  “Have you spoken to my father yet?” he asked out of the clear blue sky.

  She looked surprised. “No I haven’t, but I plan to.”

  “Well, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.” He looked down, and then back up at her. “I don’t think you should mention anything about us.” He looked away again. “Because there’s really no ‘us,’ Ariel.” He looked her in the eyes. “We got caught up in the excitement of The Black Door, but now that the masks are off, there’s no way we can continue seeing each other.”

  “Funny, you didn’t say that the other night when you fucked my brains out,” she said, anger beginning to heat up her tone.

  “Whoa, don’t you think you’re being a bit melodramatic? You know as well as I do, that this is an impossible situation. After all, you re—”

  She cut him off. “Why is it impossible?”

  “Because you’re engaged to my father, and he’s embarking on a new career, a career with an extensive investigation in progress. And if anyone finds out about me, you, and The Black Door, the nomination will be over before it gets started.”

  Ariel threw her hands in the air out of frustration. She was at a loss for words. She didn’t want to ruin Preston’s career, but she wasn’t ready to cut Trey out of her life yet. “Well, maybe we can just meet at The Black Door. Since everyone’s in a mask, nobody will have to ever find out,” she pleaded, trying to salvage the no-win situation.

  Trey had to admit that their initial encounter was thrilling and mysterious, but now that reality had settled in, the thrill was gone. Seeing how selfish Ariel was acting, Trey knew that he had made a huge mistake by taking her back to his apartment and making love to her. Obviously she wanted more than he was willing to offer. Now he’d have to put on kid gloves and handle her with extreme care, so that she wouldn’t go rushing to his father with half-truths. “I hear what you’re saying.” He stood up, grabbed her waist, and pulled her close to him. “But please do me this one favor and wait until the investigations are over before you come back to The Black Door.”

  Ariel’s knees buckled and she felt weak in his arms. It was like he had cast a spell over her and she was defenseless against his charms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her groin into his, trying to get him aroused. “Anything for you, Trey.” She began to grind her hips into him, but he pulled away.

  “I gotta get back to the club,” he said, heading for the door.

  Ariel started to follow him, to convince him to stay, but was stopped by the ringing phone.

  LITTLE DID TREY know, but Michele had been following him the entire day, and was shocked when he walked into the lobby of Ariel’s building. She recognized the exterior from when she and Preston had picked her up for their drive to Washington.

  She stood across the street, behind a light post, and asked herself, What the hell is going on? Through the glass door, Michele watched Trey stop at the doorman’s podium and then walk to the elevators.

  “I’ve got to get upstairs.” She knew firsthand how protective doormen could be, and didn’t want to chance being turned away like the other night.

  Michele paced back and forth, trying to hatch a scheme to get past the doorman. And as she watched a parade of delivery people coming in and out of the revolving doors, the idea hit her. “That’s it!”

  “Hey!” she yelled across the street to a young man wearing a Table for Two uniform. “Can you come here for a second?”

  “Yeah?” asked the delivery guy once he had crossed the street.

  Michele took her wallet out of her purse, took out two crisp, one-hundred-dollar bills, and waved them in the kid’s face. “These are yours if you let me borrow your jacket and cap and let me take that delivery upstairs.”

  His eyes popped wide open. “Yeah, okay, but I’ll need my jacket and cap back,” he said, reaching for the money and stuffing the bills into the back pocket of his tattered jeans.

  “No problem; I won’t be long.” Michele traded her tailored blazer for the loose-fitting jacket, stuffed her hair underneath the cap, and took the thermo-sealed box from his hands. She looked down at the name on the delivery slip. “Eureka! It must be my lucky day!” she wanted to shout. Printed in clear view was Ariel’s full name and apartment number.

  “Food delivery for apartment 1623,” she told the doorman once she entered the lobby.

  He had never seen her before and looked at her strangely. Pete knew most of the guys who delivered to the building. “I’ve never seen you around here before.”

  Michele began to mildly perspire. “That’s because it’s my first day on the job,” she explained.

  “Oh,” was his response. He picked up the house phone and called up. “Ms. Vaughn, you have a food delivery coming up.”

  “Okay, Pete.”

  By the time Ariel had hung up the phone, Trey was at the door and had it partially open. “I hate to run, but I need to check on my new assistant manager.”

  Ariel ignored what he was saying, walked directly up to him, and planted a big juicy kiss on his full lips. She wasn’t about to let him go without a proper send-off, and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in closer. She could feel his cock getting hard, and reached down and began massaging his manhood. “Are you sure you have to go?” she asked, in between kisses.

  Trey was getting horny and thought that maybe one last fuck wouldn’t hurt. He reached up, put his hand underneath her negligee, and began playing with her nipples. She had an awesome rack and he couldn’t resist feeling her big jugs. He lifted her right breast, leaned down, and began sucking her nipples like they were his life source.

  Ariel closed her eyes and moaned. “Ooh, Trey, that feels sooo good,” she purred.

  “Yeah, bitch, I just bet it does!!!”

  Ariel’s eyes popped open and Trey stopped midsuck. Standing there watching the entire scene was Michele. At first they didn’t recognize her face underneath the brim of the cap, but Trey looked closer and said, “Michele, is that you?”

  “Yeah, it’s me, you asshole!” she shouted. “I knew you were fucking somebody, but I didn’t think it was your father’s fiancée. How could you, Trey?” she asked, with tears forming in the corner of her eyes.

  He took two steps away from Ariel. “Wait a minute, Michele. It’s not what you think!”

  Ariel didn’t say a word; in a way she was glad that they had been caught. Now she wouldn’t have to tell Preston, because she knew that his eager-beaver assistant would run screaming over to his town house and fill him in blow-by-blow on what she had just witnessed.

  Michele turned away in disgust and took off down the hallway.

  “Wait!” Trey screamed after her.

  “Let her go,” Ariel said, grabbing hold of his arm.

  “No.” He broke away. “I can
’t let her leave, not like this,” he said, as he chased after Michele.

  Ariel stood in the doorway and watched the two of them talking. Trey wrapped his arm around Michele to console her as she put her head on his chest. Ariel couldn’t hear what they were saying, but she had a hunch that he was coaxing Michele to keep her mouth shut.

  “Well, if she won’t spill the beans, then I will,” Ariel said underneath her breath and slammed the door.

  She was sick and tried of playing second string. First Preston had put her off, and now Trey was doing the same thing. She couldn’t believe that both father and son were putting her on the back burner. Well, she’d be damned if she let that happen to her twice. Ariel needed to get her power back, and she would start by telling Preston that it was over, and then deal with Trey.

  29

  TREY HADN’T been busted since college. He didn’t like it then as a teen, and he sure as hell didn’t like it now that he was a grown man. He should have never broken his cardinal rule by fucking a client, but that was in the past; now he’d have to deal with the present. Luckily for Trey, he was used to putting out fires on a daily basis and was able to extinguish Michele’s fiery temper. He calmed her down long enough to convince her to come over to his apartment. Trey knew that he would have to do some fast talking to persuade her from going to his father with her discovery. And he was willing to do or say whatever it took to get his way. Trey had always been as smooth as Teflon, and prided himself on getting out of sticky situations. He wasn’t an angel by any means, just careful; that was, until now. Now he had a major mess on his hands, but it wasn’t anything that he couldn’t clean up.

  “Sit down, baby.” He led Michele to the sofa. “Can I get you something to drink? Green tea, brandy, or maybe some port?” he offered.

  She averted her eyes from him and shook her head no. In her haste to flee Ariel’s building, she had forgotten to return the cap and jacket to the delivery guy, and sat wedged in the corner of Trey’s couch looking disheveled in the oversized uniform.

  He sat down next to her. “Come on, baby, take that off,” he said, removing the cap from her head. He gently ran his hand through her hair and fluffed it out. “Now that’s better.”

  Michele jerked her head away. “Trey, don’t.”

  This is going to he harder than I thought His plan was to sweet-talk Michele right into bed, fuck her brains out, and make her forget about blabbing to his father. If anyone was going to tell his business, it was going to be him. He realized that he would have to work a little harder, because he wasn’t about to scrap his plan of seduction. “Michele, please let me explain,” he said, almost pleading.

  She didn’t say a word, just looked at him out of the corner of her eyes, and defensively folded her arms in front of her chest. She had heard her fair share of sob stories over the years, and wanted to hear Trey try and talk his way out of this.

  “Remember the night of the engagement party?”

  Michele shook her head yes, and waited for him to continue.

  “Well, that’s when Ariel came on to me.” He paused for a response, but she didn’t say a word. “Anyway, I went over to ask her why she was crying, and she told me that things between her and Dad were not going well.” Trey looked at Michele for a reaction, but her face was blank, so he continued with his lie. “I innocently put my arm around her shoulders to comfort her, and that’s when she reached up and kissed me lightly on the lips. She said it was just a thank-you kiss and, to be honest, I really didn’t think much about it.”

  “That’s when you should have told your dad,” she said, finally opening up, “because he has the right to know that he’s engaged to a two-timing skank.”

  Trey hung his head to hide the slight smirk spreading across his face. Good, I got her now. “You’re right. I should have told him, right then and there.”

  “Why the hell didn’t you?” she shouted, and slapped him on the back, now back in full Michele mode.

  Trey jerked his head up. He hadn’t expected her to raise her voice, let alone hit him. “I, uh—” He stalled, trying to come up with the right answer.

  She cut him off. “And furthermore, what the hell were you doing at her apartment, sucking on her tits?”

  “She called me and said that she wanted to talk about my dad, and when I got there she was dressed to seduce me in that see-through number.” Trey forced a lone tear to drip from his left eye, and dropped his head into her lap. “I. . . I. . . was just weak.” He sobbed, making more noise than actual tears.

  Michele had never seen a grown man cry, and his vulnerability tugged at her heartstrings. She rubbed his back, on the exact spot where she had slapped it a few minutes before. “Don’t cry, baby. I’m sure she’s been after you from the start. I mean who wouldn’t? You’re such a good catch.”

  With his head buried deep in her lap, Trey smiled a smile of victory. Jackpot! Now he knew that he had Michele exactly where he wanted her—back under his control. He sniffled for effect, slowly sat up, and wiped the lonely tear from his eye. “I’d been working too hard and missing you, and my hormones got in the way of my thinking and I lost control.” He sniffled again. “Can you ever forgive me?”

  “I’ll forgive you on two conditions,” she said, sounding like she was calling all the shots.

  “Anything, just name it,” he said, playing right along, knowing good and well that he had no intention of letting her direct his program. He still planned on ending their relationship, but now he’d have to prolong the inevitable until the timing was right, and it wouldn’t be right until after the nomination was secure.

  “One, you promise to never see that bitch again, and two, we tell your father what she did to you,” she demanded.

  Damn, not that again, Trey thought. He had assumed that Michele would be a pushover and that he could sway her with his fake waterworks, but he was sadly mistaken. Now he would have to pull out the big gun, and fire at her with both barrels. “We will, baby, but I need to take some time to wrap my mind around what happened. I think we should go away to de-stress. This ordeal has been traumatic for both of us, and I know this great little resort in the Cayman Islands where we can sort everything out in peace and quiet.”

  She perked up like a peacock. “Oh, Trey, I would love that!” Michele had never been whisked away before; it was always her sister who went on exotic trips. Now it was her time in the sun and she was ecstatic—even though the trip was under these circumstances.

  “Okay, I’ll book the reservations this evening and we can leave tomorrow for a long weekend.” His plan had worked brilliantly, although he hadn’t expected on spending a small fortune on last-minute reservations; but considering what was at stake, the money would be well spent.

  “So soon? I’ve got a million and one things to do before we leave, I’ve got to—”

  He kissed her lips to stop her chatter. “Baby, the only thing you need is your passport. Everything else we can buy once we land.”

  “But—”

  “No buts.” He kissed her again. “We’ll stop by your apartment in the morning on the way to the airport and get your passport.”

  “Trey, I need to at least go home and change clothes,” she protested.

  He put his hand on her breast and began massaging it. “You can change in the morning. Please, don’t leave me tonight. I need you.” Trey wasn’t about to let her out of his sight for fear that she would hightail it over to the town house and fill his father in on the sordid details.

  Michele’s mind was reeling, and she didn’t know what to do. She didn’t want to skip out on Preston without notice, but things were going smoothly with his nomination and he could hold down the fort until she came back. As she was weighing the pros and cons of going on a dream vacation with her dream man, Trey was nibbling on her nipples, making it easier and easier for her to say yes.

  She knew that he was manipulating her, but she didn’t care; she wasn’t about to push him away in case he went back to that
bitch, so she did what came naturally. Michele began unbuttoning her blouse so that he could have easier access to her nipples.

  Trey unsnapped her bra and eagerly sucked away, hoping that he could make her forget about tonight and focus on going away with him tomorrow.

  “I love you so much, Trey,” she moaned.

  “I love you too,” he lied, to seal the deal.

  Michele eased out of the oversized jacket and took off her blouse and bra. “Wait a minute.” She stood up, unhooked her skirt, and removed her pantyhose. Now totally nude, she lay back down, and draped one leg over the back of the sofa so that she was spread eagle.

  Trey knew exactly what that meant. She wanted him to feed the pussycat. He scooted down between her legs, spread her lips apart, and gingerly kissed her clit. He then stiffened his tongue and darted it in and out of her hungry pussy, while at the same time fingering her ass. He was sucking and finger fucking her at such a fast and furious pace that she screamed.

  “Oh, yeah, baby, I’m cuming!”

  Trey didn’t stop until her body was twitching from multiple organisms. His tongue was magical and worked like a charm and now she was once again under his control. Trey would spend a few days fucking her in the sun and by the time they got back to the U.S., he would tell his dad about him and Ariel. . . his version of the events, of course.

  30

  IT WAS after eight thirty in the morning and Michele was nowhere in sight. She was usually at the town house before eight with two steaming cups of coffee from Starbucks—a low-fat latte for her and a double espresso with one sugar for Preston.

  “Where is she?” His body was craving his daily dose of caffeine. Besides, he wanted to get the day started. He needed Michele to call the senator’s assistant and ask her if his calendar was clear for a meeting the following week. Preston hadn’t spoken to Robert in a few days, and he was on pins and needles wondering about the status of the investigation. He preferred a face-to-face with the senator and not another telephone confrontation like before.