Getting Naked at the Hilton

by Dee Dawning

  "What happened?” I asked.

  "Lester's a sore loser. I think that regret thing you were talking about has taken hold. Lester was certainly out of his mind. Ended up in jail."

  "Yes, I hope they lock him up."

  Rachel took my hand. “Honey, I didn't press charges."

  "Why? He assaulted you. You could have been killed,” Chloe asked.

  The deputy DA said, pleading guilty, first offense, he probably would get probation.

  "But you were raped too. What about that?"

  "The guy said he'd probably beat that because we used to be intimate. Look, I want Lester out of my life—Chloe's life."

  "The doctor said you could leave or stay. What's your choice?” asked Chloe.

  "What do you think?” asked Rachel.

  "Leave!” yelled Chloe.

  "Give that girl a lollipop. Let's blow this trap. I'm ready for South Pasadena."

  "No,” I said, “I'm sure Lester knows where you girls live. We'll go to my place in Vegas. By the way, I have some big news to tell you, after we get outta here."

  I called my travel agent in Vegas on Chloe's phone and had us booked on the next flight out. I also had him book a flight to Paris for the following week.

  * * * *

  Rachel was ecstatic about the Riviera booking, when I told her on the flight. We arrived in Vegas about eight. I retrieved my Mustang from the overnight parking and headed straight to Via Sabino.

  I put Rachel to bed and she fell right to sleep. Chloe watched TV in the media/library room. “Take any spare bedroom you want when you're ready for bed."

  She blinked her eyelashes at me. “I don't suppose you have a large tee shirt, you could spare me."

  "No problem."

  I plugged my cell phone into the charger and checked the messages on the recorder. Sure enough, there were three messages from an increasingly frantic Chloe. It was the very last message caught my interest, however. It was from Sara Dean.

  "Scott, call me as soon as you get in. It's important."

  I dialed up the home number she left on the recording.

  A man answered “Hello."

  "Is this Dan?"

  "Scott, how's married life treating you?"

  I didn't want to go into all the crap that had befallen us, so I put on my happy face. “Just great, I guess, since you're answering Sara's phone, it means she has either employed you as a house boy or you're seeing each other."

  Dan chuckled. “Good guess. Here's Sara. She's dying to speak with you."

  "Scott. That demo that I sent to New York paid off. They want to sign Rachel to a record deal. Two albums with an option for two more."

  My heart dropped. She said Rachel. “Did you mean Rachel and Chloe?"

  "No, apparently they only want Rachel."

  "Okay, thanks. I'll tell Rachel. You and Dan have fun."

  "Wait, don't you want details?"

  "Sure, can I get back to you about the details?"

  "Absolutely, and don't worry, we will have fun. Bye, Scott."

  I didn't know what to do. Two weeks ago, I would have been thrilled. Chloe seemed like an expendable vamp, but since then she has shown mettle and worth. I'd found out there were circumstances to her actions with Lester and I'd grown to like and appreciate her as a person. True, she's not quite as talented as Rachel is, but she is good and fixed up she is breathtaking. When she appears with Rachel, they're fabulous.

  Rachel slept through the night and half the next morning. When she awoke at ten AM the first thing she said was, “Thanks for coming to get me."

  The area below her eyes had blackened more but everything else seemed improved. “You're welcome. You know, I actually sensed something was wrong.” The bandage on her nose had fallen off during sleep and since it didn't appear to be doing anything other than hiding her nose, we left it off.

  "Did you really? Now, that's love! How long am I supposed to be cooped up in bed?"

  "Doctor Rader says at least through today and preferably tomorrow."

  "Today and tomorrow, huh? Did the good doctor happen to say if I could engage in some rough and tumble sex with my husband?"

  "No, nothing rough and tumble but he did say if you were a good girl, He could eat your pussy later."

  "Mmmm, that sounds dreamy."

  "Rachel, I've got something to ask you. Would you take a recording contract as a solo?"

  "Why do you ask?"

  "Sara's contact in New York has a contract for you if you want it—no Chloe."

  "We talked about this—Chloe and me. We knew it was a possibility. I think we both knew if it happened, it would likely be me. To Chloe's credit, she said she would never want to be responsible for holding me back. Yet, I wouldn't even be in this position if it weren't for her. She's the one that got me out of the piano bars and into serious music."

  "We don't have to give them an answer yet. Think about it. Would you like a magazine or book to read?"

  "Sure, can you bring my autographed copy of Nora Steele's new book?"

  I retrieved the book and brought it back. “Here you go. I forgot to tell you. There's another reason for you to rest up."

  "What's that?"

  "Next week, we're going to Paris. For a month."

  Excitement blossomed in Rachel's eyes. “Really, that is so exciting. You and me?"

  "And Chloe."

  "No way, I was hoping she could come. Does she know?"

  "No, I thought you'd like to tell her."

  Waving her hands to me, she said, “C'mere.” I scooted up to her. She reached her arms around me and whispered, “I love you."

  "And I adore you."

  The doorbell rang and I went out to answer, but Chloe had already opened the door. A large black man had engulfed her in an embrace. It was Tiny, holding a large bouquet, which in his hand looked small. “There he is. Excuse me Chloe, while I go hug my favorite white relative.” He left Chloe, came over and hugged me, too. “How the hell are you, Scottie?"

  I teased him. “For me? You shouldn't have, Tiny."

  "In your dreams. These are for your lovely wife. Cedric looked around and whistled, “Nice place man. I'm impressed. Looks like my baby did okay.” He joked, hitting me lightly on the arm.

  "Thanks, Tiny. Oh, guess what? I got Rachel and CC a three month engagement at the Riviera."

  Cedric frowned, “Damn, Scottie. Why didn't you tell me before? That's great news."

  "I only found out Monday. Then I went to Frisco to get Rachel."

  "That's why I came. My niece called and said she was back. That she couldn't complete the engagement because of an accident. Where's my little honey?"

  "She's resting in the bedroom. Come with me."

  I could see anger flash across Cedric's face when he saw Rachel. “Scottie, what kind of accident was she in?"

  "It was an accident of birth named Lester."

  Cedric's lips pursed. Shaking his head. “That son-na-bitch did that?"

  Rachel noticed us. She put down her book. “Hi, Uncle Ced, glad you made it. Did Scott tell you that Lester assaulted and raped me?"

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  Chapter Twenty

  Paris

  "What spirit is so empty and blind, that it cannot recognize the fact that the foot is more noble than the shoe, and skin more beautiful that the garment with which it is clothed?"

  —Michaelangelo

  We had to talk Cedric out of sending the NFL goon squad after Lester. Scott was still worried that some ex-football friends of Tiny's would harass Lester. I figured harassed was okay. He deserved to be hassled after what he did to me, but I agreed with Scott—I didn't want him beat-up.

  I want him to lament what he'd done to me. He's already well on the way. He wants me back. He begged me and when I laughed, he struck me. Nobody dumps him he said and I said, ‘I did'. Then he slapped me again, harder. I slapped him back and he punched me and threw me to the floor. I scratched him and he ripped my nightgown and
robe off. I bit him so he hit me again and kept hitting me. He stuck his penis inside me. My God, he's raping me! Then he began to strangle me.

  "What are you thinking about?"

  "Nothing."

  "It didn't sound like nothing. You were whimpering."

  "I was thinking of Lester beating me up, Scott. I think I know a way to make Lester miserable."

  "What is it?"

  "I don't want to tell you yet. Just tell me you'll go along with what I want to do."

  "How can I do that if I don't know what it is?"

  "You can. Trust me, you will be involved and I'm sure you will like it. Say you'll go along."

  "All right, if it makes you happy."

  "Oh, thank you, baby. You're the best."

  * * * *

  The flight to Paris left from New York. Since both Rachel and Chloe wanted to see New York, we decided to leave a couple days early and see the sights before making the connecting flight to Paris. We checked into the Crown Plaza and settled into our suite overlooking Central Park.

  Rachel had been putting off making a decision on the record contact but Sara insisted we see her contact at RCA in New York. At this point, Chloe was unaware of any recording contract offer, therefore on the last day before we left for Paris, I went without Rachel, whose face was much better except for greenish remnants of her two shiners, to see William Billings in the RCA building.

  On the way over, in the cab, I received a phone call from Aunt Marsala. Her contact at media giant Sony was interested in CC ‘n Cooke for, of all things, a part in an upcoming film, playing themselves performing in a nightclub. This was fantastic. Also included was an acting audition and if either passed, they would write a part into the movie for them. The only catch was Sony wanted an option for a recording contract and here I was heading for a showdown with an executive of RCA. I asked Mim if she could hold Sony off until our Paris trip was over. She laughed and said love trumps business, at least it should. She'd do the best she could. After all, it's a honeymoon.

  The meeting was short but sweet. I told Mr. Billings that we would have had no problem signing the contract had it been for both girls but since then Sony had made a pitch and frankly, Sony's offer for both girls and a possible acting career seemed more interesting. The way I left it with Billings, who had to get approval higher up, was for one album with both girls, and a maximum of three single releases from the album. In addition, the girls would have an option for three more albums, should the Sony deal not work out.

  When I got back, I told Rachel we were still negotiating, but what we had discussed was promising. Chloe still had no idea about RCA—she was tickled about playing the Riviera—and I decided not to mention the potential Sony deal to either of them.

  Rachel and Chloe seemed to be colluding and spending a lot of time together since we got to New York. I thought nothing of it, because Rachel was very attentive. When I remembered she had said she would have to do something extraordinary for my birthday, I decided that Chloe was helping her plan for my birthday in two days.

  * * * *

  Why was I not surprised when, at midnight, on the flight to Paris, my love shook me awake? Her hand went to my lap and moved around my prick without touching it. It happened to be hard, as it often is when I'm asleep. I looked around furtively, making sure no one was watching. Almost everyone including Chloe to Rachel's right was sleeping.

  Her hand began to rub the head of my cock. Leaning over, giving me chills with her hot breath in my ear, Rachel whispered “Have you ever made love in an airplane?"

  I shook my head.

  "Good. Me either.” She pulled her panties off and held them to my face. They were moist from her vaginal fluid and the provocative aroma of her sex wafted into my nostrils. “Do you want to do it here or the restroom?"

  I looked around again. The only person awake who could easily see us had earphones on and was engrossed in a movie. However, I couldn't figure out how we could do it in the restrictive seating. “The restroom, this is too tight."

  In the restroom, she undid my pants and dragged them to the floor as I leaned against the tight confines of the tiny lavatory. While she was down there she gave me a one-minute tongue and mouth tease. I heard myself groaning and didn't want her to stop. My hands wandered to the back of her head. Surely, she had other ideas though, uppermost was probably becoming a member of the mile-high club. Standing she urged me to elevate her up and onto my rigid shaft. We both gasped and she stiffened as my cock slid into her slippery warm chamber. In vain, she tried to wrap her legs around me but there was no room, until I swung her around so her ass was resting on the lavatory.

  Then, with her legs now wrapped around me, I pounded her sodden core, with my engorged organ. My mouth found her lips and my tongue slipped between them searching for its likeness. She grabbed my hands and moved them to her naked breasts. I plucked and circled the nubs of her nipples with my fingers.

  Short of breath, she broke our kiss, put her hands around my neck and dragged my face toward her breasts. “Make me cum, baby. Suck on my tits, please.” I suckled her swollen nipples alternating between them, favoring her more sensitive right one. A long deep moan began to emit from deep inside her. She moved her mound into each of my thrusts. I felt the walls of her recess contract and she began shouting loudly, “Ah ... ah ... ah, that's it, baby. Fuck me. Fuck me harder, I'm cummi-i-i-ing..."

  God, she felt good, shaking and gyrating. Soon, I felt the tingly sensation of an orgasm sweep over me too. As nature intended, I heaved my spurting cock as far into her well, as close to her womb as the rim of her ‘gina would allow. Satiated, we collapsed on each other.

  After taking a minute to compose ourselves, and freshen up, I was shocked to see Chloe standing outside when Rachel opened the door. With a mischievous twinkle in her eye and a huge smile, she asked, “How was it?"

  I was dumbstruck, but Rachel answered. “It was fantastic. You ought to try it yourself."

  Gazing straight at me, she said, “I intend to."

  Rachel giggled. I looked at her. She had the same mischievous look I saw on Chloe.

  * * * *

  Mim and Nora's apartment was awesome. It was a two-story townhouse built in the early eighteen hundreds. From Mim's bedroom, we could see the Eiffel Tower, towering over the rooftops of the buildings across the street. Later I found out the Tower, although appearing close, was actually twelve blocks away. I wanted to walk to it but the girls were exhausted from jet lag and losing six hours—Paris was six hours later—and even though it was a little after noon, they fell asleep, fully clothed, on the king size bed in Mim's bedroom.

  Having slept after my mile high sexcapade with Rachel, I was raring to go. Go I did, leaving the premises, heading for an outdoor café we had passed earlier—Brigit's café Masculin et Boulangerie. It was a beautiful sunny day so I sat at a table with a sun umbrella. I waited for a waiter to come for about five minutes when I realized it was self-serve. So, I went inside, stood in the queue another five minutes, emerging with a café latte and a turkey on croissant sandwich.

  Next, I took a walk headed in the general direction of the Eiffel Tower. After a three-hour walk, which included numerous dead ends and not quite getting to the Eiffel Tower, I arrived back at the apartment. It was quarter to five so I checked on the girls. I found Rachel was still asleep and under the covers. Chloe had moved to her (Nora's) bedroom, and was also sound asleep. Sitting on the sofa, I began to read the London Telegraph, I'd picked up. I yawned. A minute later, I yawned again.

  Getting dead tired, I decided since they were still asleep, I would sleep too. After all, the next day was my birthday and Rachel promised me a birthday present to top all birthday presents.

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  Chapter Twenty-one

  The Gift

  "Can we cut the cake? I have to go to a three-way."

  Samantha, Sex and the City

  I awoke to a pleasant sensation of a warm, wetness upon
my exposed sex, accompanied by a fisted up and down motion. Rachel must be sucking my cock. Opening my eyes, gradually my vision cleared. A ray of morning daylight, dust motes and all, glimmered between the window coverings, lighting up Rachel and Chloe's oral exploits, like a spotlight in a stage play. Rachel and Chloe?

  Startled, I sat up. “Rachel! What's going on?"

  "Oh, good, you're awake. Now we can begin your birthday celebration. For starters, we're sucking your beautiful one year older penis. I have all kinds of fun things planned for your birthday. In case you haven't guessed, Chloe's your birthday present for as long as you wish."

  WOW! Rachel is sharing Chloe with me for my birthday.

  All of a sudden, Chloe stood up on her knees. A lovely vision advanced upon me—a sensuous, svelte form that had small brass rings through the medium, pink nipples of her petite breasts, and brass rings through her navel and clitoris. She was naked, except for a large red bow tied around her neck. Laughing, I asked “You, are my birthday present?"

  She smiled coquettishly and nodded. “Is it alright with you?"

  I glanced at Rachel who, still stroking me, had raised her head to watch both of us. The same unspoken question and approval flashed between us.

  Rachel, also donning a red bow, stood on her knees beside Chloe. She put her arm around Chloe and they looked darling together.

  With her free hand on Chloe's breast, she kissed her passionately and then looked at me. “Does that bother you?"

  "No. It excites me. Me fucking Chloe won't bother you?"

  A knowing smile formed on Rachel's lips. “It better not. It's my idea."

  She reached down to Chloe's sex with her free hand and massaged her.

  Chloe closed her eyes and tensed. “She's ready for you. It's time for some serious fucking."

  Urged forward, Chloe lifted her leg over my sex. Rachel aimed my engorged cock, as Chloe's inflamed pussy descended upon it. She gasped as it slipped in her slick gash with ease. With a beatific look on her angelic face, she spoke. “Ooh, Scott. Your cock feels so good in me. A perfect fit. I've wanted you since the night Rachel introduced you.” She slowly began twisting her pussy and grinding it into my groin.