by Bella Juarez
“No shit?” Stanfield asked, surprised.
“Yes, and before that, she was a civil engineer for Exxon. She was a grad student when she started working for Maggie. Victoria was looking for room and board and an easy babysitting job. Victoria’s the one that got fucked on that deal, ’cause there ain’t nothing easy with Maggie,” Reese said.
“Jesus, man! Your lady is being dragged through the mud,” Williams said, shaking his head into his glass.
“It sure is different than the way it’s being told. Why is Maggie so pissed off?” Stanfield asked.
“Maggie is pissed because I refused to take it up the ass,” Reese said.
“What do you mean?” Williams asked, leaning forward.
“I found a better lawyer,” Reese said.
“Fuck! She’s got people believing you are a real bastard,” Stanfield said.
“I don’t give a fuck what people think,” Reese said, taking a drink.
“The way Maggie did you was shitty, man. I knew it all along,” Williams said.
“It’s over now, and I’ve moved on,” Reese said.
* * * *
What the hell was taking him so long? Sandra wondered as she paced the floor. She had to know what was happening. Sandra Stanfield had called her husband’s cell to find out if he was still drinking with Reese Thompson and Jim Williams. He was supposed to find out what kind of lie Reese was sticking to.
Poor Maggie. Maggie should be the one here with Reese. It would have been fun. Sandy and Maggie would have gone shopping and had a spa day before the final dinner on Wednesday night.
Sandra heard the card run through the lock. Frank was back. Finally!
“Did you ask him?” Sandra questioned as soon as her husband walked through the door.
“Yeah, we talked,” he said as he took off his shoes.
“And?” she demanded.
“His story and Maggie’s are miles apart.”
“You don’t believe him, do you?” Sandy asked incredulously.
“Why would he lie?” Frank asked.
“Because he’s trying to cover for that illegal slut of his,” she said accusingly.
Frank had already ranted enough at her obsession with Reese and Maggie Thompson. Sandy could tell by the look on her husband’s face that she was about to get the brunt of his irritation again. While Reese was a good guy and fairly even tempered, Frank had told her he didn’t wanted to piss off Reese over his girlfriend. Frank had told Sandy how Reese Thompson was pretty well connected and a fast burner when it came to making rank. Thompson had been handpicked for that remote in Iraq. Frank had told Sandy that he needed a reliable umbilical cord to hook up with so that he could have a shot at colonel. So far, Reese was that tie.
“Sandy, stop! Haven’t we talked about this? He’s not lying! Think about it! First of all, he’s Force Recon and the battalion deputy commander. Reese Thompson has to have a security clearance that damn near requires an anal probe and one most people couldn’t pass! So this woman he’s with isn’t an illegal alien. He can fuck all the maids he wants and as long as none of them file charges, he will be a general someday. Maggie’s the one that fucked up that ride,” Frank said.
Sandra sat back onto the small sofa in their suite. She couldn’t believe that Maggie would lie. They were best friends. Reese was a bastard for what he did to Maggie. The way he paraded that slut at the Birthday Ball was shameful. Sandra had called Maggie from the parking lot to tell her what he had done. Later, she had confronted the woman for Maggie. That bitch had just ignored her.
“Sandy, I’m telling you this again, this had to end. Quit messing with Thompson’s girlfriend. I don’t want him pissed off at me,” Frank said firmly.
“Okay, Frank,” Sandy said.
“I mean it. I better not find out you’re reporting every little detail to Maggie, and I better not find out you tried to humiliate that woman again. What’s going on between Reese and his ex-wife is none of your damn business.”
Sandra nodded and said nothing. She would find a way to help Maggie destroy that whore.
* * * *
Victoria groggily awoke to Reese pulling her close. It was five in the morning, according to the bedside clock. He kissed the back of her neck and she rubbed herself against him. She trembled as his hand rubbed her ribs and then cupped her breast.
“Good morning,” Reese whispered.
“Ummm,” Victoria responded.
“Did you rest?” Reese asked.
Reese’s deep voice vibrated down to her core. Victoria marveled at his power over her. All he had to do was speak and she would do his bidding. She smiled wickedly. He doesn’t need to know it’s that easy. She turned and shoved him onto his back and straddled him. Even in the darkened room, she could see his eyes widen and him smile mischievously.
“Yes, I’m rested,” Victoria confirmed.
Victoria raked her nails over Reese’s bare torso and felt him flinch at the sensation as she kissed him roughly. She reached a waistband.
“Why aren’t you naked?” Victoria demanded.
“You want me naked, undress me,” Reese quipped.
“Maybe I’ll just make you come all over yourself,” Victoria said as she started dry humping him.
“I don’t think so, sweetness.” Reese chuckled. He fondled her breasts and ass as she continued rocking her hips over his hard shaft. “Why aren’t you naked?” he asked.
“Because it’s my party, not yours.”
Reese traced her jawline. He ran his index finger down her throat as his hand gently but firmly closed around her throat. She gasped as he slowly pushed her back, sitting up and finally coming to rest on top of her. His hand was still around her throat.
“No, baby, it’s my party.” Reese said.
“Get undressed and on your back,” Victoria demanded.
“Make me,” Reese said with an annoying chuckle.
“Reese, I’ll mess you up if you don’t do what I say,” Victoria said.
“Yeah, right,” Reese taunted as he started stroking her clit through her thin sleep pants.
Victoria was trying to wiggle away from his hand, but Reese had her trapped. Son of a bitch! she swore as she shimmied her hips from side to side, but instead of getting away, it increased the slight pressure he already had on her very sensitive clit.
“Reese, you’re going to regret this! I’ll fuck you up!” Victoria cried.
“What was that, baby? You want me to fuck you standing up?” Reese asked mockingly.
Reese removed his hand from her neck and lifted her effortlessly from the bed, setting her on her feet and aggravating Victoria even more.
“Get those clothes off,” Reese ordered.
“Go to hell!” Victoria spat.
Reese backed her up against the wall and planted his hands on either side of her. This was a typical intimidation tactic he used with her. They locked stares. There was no way in hell she was backing down. She reached her hands around the sides of his narrow waist and pulled down his underwear.
Never breaking eye contact with Reese, Victoria clutched his cock and started moving her hand up and down its length. He shuddered and blinked. Victoria moved her free hand over his chest and traced his nipple. She gently shoved against his chest. She moved him backward, stopping when his calves backed up to the edge of the bed.
“Sit,” Victoria firmly whispered. Reese sank to the bed and stared up into her eyes, waiting for her next command. “Undress me,” she said shortly.
Keeping eye contact, Reese put his hands on her back and slid them over her waist, taking her pajama pants down her legs. She wasn’t wearing any underwear and he stopped as he bent to kiss her pussy. She put her hand underneath his chin and stopped him by shaking her head. She stepped out of the pajama pants and looked at him expectantly. He continued stripping her slowly, reverently, as he removed her top.
“Lie down,” Victoria commanded.
Victoria watched as Reese leaned back onto his
elbows and waited for her. She watched the smile that played around his lips. He was testing her. He was reclining, not lying as she had commanded. A technicality, but an infraction nonetheless and one he was using to push the envelope. She crawled over him and came nose to nose with him.
“I said lie down.” Victoria demanded.
Reese went all the way down this time, the snarky grin still on his mouth. She determined her course of action. She was going to wipe that damn grin off his face. She reached down and started massaging his scrotum. He was fighting hard not to close his eyes and give in to the pleasure of her touch. She moved her fingers over his cock and circled the head lightly. He closed his eyes as he threw back his head and groaned.
Victoria sat astride Reese and started rubbing her drenched pussy over his hard cock. It would be so easy to let it slip inside and come almost immediately. But she had other devious plans. He put his hands on her ass and tried to get himself inside her. She took his hands and put them over his head.
“You don’t get to touch me,” Victoria said against his lips.
“Victoria, not again…” Reese groaned.
“Who’s party is it?”
“Yours.”
“Since it’s my party I can do what I want, is that right?” Victoria asked.
“Yes, sweetness,” Reese whispered.
“You’re going to eat my pussy, Reese.”
“I would love to eat your pussy.” Reese said.
“Good!” Victoria said.
Victoria moved up close to his head, Reese’s eyes looking questioningly at her. Placing her knees on either side of his head, she saw his eyes widen as she sank down onto him. She cut off his protest as she started moving her hips over his face. She left room for him to breathe, a little. Grasping what was expected of him, he started feasting on her. She could feel his tongue start to move up and down her clit. She felt him suck her sensitive nub and then alternately lick. She moaned as his tongue entered her pussy. He wasn’t supposed to move his hands but gripped her hips and forced Victoria down on him.
Victoria couldn’t help but cry out as he licked her and tongue fucked her. She felt the shiver start in her inner thighs and Reese, sensing her impending climax, latched his mouth onto her clit and sucked. She shook as the sensual wave hit her like the surf hitting the beach outside their balcony.
Victoria rode the lust-filled wave and fell off of Reese, weakened from the force she had just experienced. He planted himself on top, and he drove his cock inside her and started fucking her. The force of her climax was still in effect and she could feel the tight clutch of muscles in her pussy milking his cock. She watched his body as he pumped into her. She saw the telltale signs of his flexing abdomen and his increased tempo.
“Stop! Leave it inside and don’t move,” Victoria commanded as Reese shoved inside her.
“Sweetness,” Reese whispered huskily as he stopped abruptly.
Reese’s hips jerked and he shuddered as he felt the sensation of her pussy spasms.
“Stay right there. Come for me without moving,” Victoria ordered.
Victoria’s pussy muscles were contracting, squeezing him. He squeezed his eyes shut and he gripped the sheets as he fought the natural urge to move in and out of her. He roared as he started climaxing without the friction he so desperately wanted. She felt his cock twitch and watched his hips involuntarily spasm from the force of spilling himself inside her. She watched his massive shoulders flex and strain. Damn he is sexy!
“Fuck!” Reese breathed as he finished.
Reese lowered himself to her and cradled her as he rested on top of her. He recovered and kissed Victoria as he moved beside her.
“What are you doing today?” Reese asked as he pulled Victoria onto his chest.
“I found the gift certificate last night,” Victoria said.
Reese smiled and said nothing as he brushed her hair from her shoulder. She shifted slightly and looked up at him. He had given her a five-hundred-dollar gift certificate to the hotel spa and tucked it in her suitcase when she wasn’t looking.
“Why did you do that?” Victoria asked.
“It’s a graduation present.” Reese touched the tip of her nose.
“This trip was graduation present enough,” Victoria admonished.
“I want you to look beautiful on Wednesday night at the banquet. Go and do it for me,” Reese said.
Victoria put her head back down to Reese’s chest and listened. She was starting to feel a little insecure. She never considered herself a beautiful woman. She felt she did okay for herself, but beautiful? Being raised on a ranch with four brothers and ten ranch hands, she more often considered herself a tomboy. She never really took the time to pamper and fuss over herself.
Reese was insistent that she not only fuss but have the best makeup, perfume, and clothes he could afford. Reese made her take time to get her nails and hair done by taking her to all his military functions. Victoria was beautiful to Reese and she was learning to let go and give him her best. She briefly wondered what her brothers would think about a spa day. A giggle escaped from her at the thought.
“What’s funny?” Reese asked.
“Nothing. I was thinking about something my brothers would say,” Victoria answered.
“I’ve got to get going. Will you come and have breakfast with me?” Reese asked as he got out of bed.
“Sure, let me get ready. I’m starving!” Victoria said.
They were seated and waiting for their order when Frank and Sandra Stanfield approached. Victoria prayed that Reese wouldn’t invite them to sit down. She couldn’t stand Sandra and Frank gave her the creepy crawlies every time he looked at her. Reese talked with Frank a few minutes and she could tell the Stanfields were waiting for the invitation. She breathed a silent sigh of relief when he told Frank he would meet him at the conference. They walked away and she relaxed.
“You really don’t like them, do you?” Reese asked with a smile as he took a sip of his coffee.
“Is it that obvious?” Victoria winced.
Reese chuckled and went back to his paper. Victoria felt bad. She was trying to fit into his world as best she could. It is so damn political! It was hard to fake liking people who gave her the creeps and were horrible to her. Her doubts and insecurities came sneaking back. She was not what Reese needed. She wanted to hold him and lean against his chest.
As usual, he knew exactly what to say to make her feel better.
“I don’t like them either, and it’s still hard for me to pretend,” Reese said without looking up.
“How do you do it?” Victoria asked.
“You learn over time,” Reese said.
After breakfast, Reese took off for his conference and Victoria went exploring. This place not only had a spa, it had a shopping mall! She went to the spa and selected her options as well as made appointments to have various things done. She found herself in a dilemma. There was no way she could spend all of the gift certificate. She had picked everything she could think of in their brochure. She flipped the page and smiled. She had left a couple of things off…
Victoria spent some time in the mall in between appointments. She found a gorgeous sarong and a nice classic white bikini in the swimsuit shop. She wondered what Reese would say when he saw her wearing it. Before her second appointment, she went to the hotel bar and ordered a couple of shots of tequila. She then ordered a margarita. She felt sufficiently relaxed as she entered the spa for her second appointment.
* * * *
Sandra saw Victoria being led to the back of the spa. Bitch didn’t even notice me sitting here, and this morning they didn’t offer a seat at their table. She wouldn’t want to be seen with that slut anyway. All the wives were talking. She made sure everyone knew Maggie’s plight and just how Reese had treated her. Frank had berated her at the table this morning. He had told her Reese was never like that and he wanted her to be courteous to Victoria. That will be a cold day in hell! The attendant who was col
oring her hair came back and started removing the foil strips.
Sandy would make sure that Victoria’s fun was kept to entertaining Reese. She would make sure that Maggie was avenged for the way Reese and Victoria had treated her. It didn’t matter what Frank thought. He didn’t understand anyway.
* * * *
Victoria relaxed by the pool, reading a book on the new e-reader her father had sent her as a graduation gift. It had taken her and Reese a couple of hours to figure out how it worked when she got it. Her father was not a showy man and this little present was a huge demonstration of his pride in her accomplishments. She vowed to learn to use it. She readjusted her sunglasses and winced. She had a slight hangover from her earlier binge. She noticed someone taking the seat next to her.
“Hello,” a voice said.
Victoria ignored it, figuring it was addressing someone else. She continued reading.
“Excuse me,” the voice said, leaning over toward her.
“I’m sorry. Are you talking to me?” Victoria asked.
“Yes. I’m Eliza Williams. We met at the Birthday Ball and then at the JCS Open House,” the woman said.
Victoria looked at the woman sitting next to her. She was African American and very beautiful. Her long, dark hair flowed down her back in a shimmering cascade. Her almond-shaped, golden eyes were large and sat under perfectly shaped brows. She was a petite woman and was wearing a turquoise bikini under her sheer white cover-up. She had an accent and Victoria recalled Reese telling her that Eliza was from Barbados.
“Yes, that’s right,” Victoria said.
“What is that you have?” Eliza asked, pointing to the e-reader.
“Oh, it’s an e-reader. It stores books,” Victoria said.
“Is that a new thing?”
“It’s new to me. It was a present from my father.”
“How are you enjoying Hawaii?” Eliza asked.
Victoria was instantly suspicious. These women did not like her. What is this one up to? Victoria really wasn’t interested in small talk with someone who could go and spread rumors about her that weren’t true. Maggie was doing a hell of a job with that already. Eliza had been cordial when they had met in public before. But she stood by and let Sandra Stanfield and her little gang eat Victoria alive at the Birthday Ball. For all she knew, Eliza Williams was a double agent.
