by RWK Clark
Pat found his sexual appetite was at a peak. Abby could barely cross the room without his thoughts taking a dive straight south. The lust he felt in his body and soul was almost unbearable. He couldn’t remember feeling a passion quite so strong, even as a growing young man. The four ate supper in the dreary café, having a few drinks as well, and then made their way to their rooms. Pat found he had no patience; he wanted to retire before their dessert had even made it to the table.
∞
“So, Abby, what do you have on your mind for this nice little evening with me?” He was leering at her, and his voice had taken on a syrupy quality that caught her attention immediately.
She turned to him and gave him a shy smile, her cheeks flushed with anticipation. “I don’t know, sexy. What did you have in mind?”
That was all it took to get him moving. With the grace and speed of a cat he crossed the room and swept her off the floor. She burst out laughing in surprise, but the look in his eye was filled with passion. He didn’t even smile at her laughter.
He didn’t take her to the bed; he spun around and laid her down on the floor in front of the television set. He proceeded to strip her naked, and none too slowly. At first she felt a tinge of disappointment; she hoped the actual act wasn’t as rushed as this. But she had nothing to worry about. As soon as she was naked he gave her body a leisurely stare from head to toe, a smile creeping across his face. Then as fast as the wind his head was between her legs, and he was not rushing; he was using his tongue and taking his sweet, sweet time.
Abby closed her eyes and threw her head back in ecstasy, her mouth open wide in pleasure. His tongue was moving in slow, torturous circles, and he was doing things with the fingers of his right hand that she had only heard about. This was not the first time Pat had bestowed this particular favor on her, but it was certainly the best.
She didn’t know how much time even passed. All she was aware of was that she came so many times she lost count, and it didn’t seem that he was anywhere near tiring out. Finally, she came for the very last time with a scream, and buried her hands in his hair and ground herself against his face, hips arched completely off the floor. Before she even knew what was happening he was on her, and with a violent thrust he was inside her so deep she cried out from the surprise.
He held her to him and used his hands to hold her tightly at the shoulders, and he began to pound himself into her with urgency. She opened her eyes and saw that he was looking at her face, and he was smiling with the entertainment of watching her expressions as he took her as roughly as he ever had. As soon as they made eye contact he gave her one final thrust and ground his hips against hers as he came. She could actually feel his penis pulsating inside of her.
He never even flinched, and he never took his eyes from hers.
They both slept right where they were on the floor, sweating and heaving in each other’s arms. Neither even remembered falling to sleep.
∞
Tim and Candy enjoyed a couple of games of cribbage and some very typical lovemaking before falling asleep in their bed with the television tuned in softly to an old episode of ‘Happy Days’. Right before drifting off Tim thought briefly about his cave dream, and he knew he had enough of this place.
They were all ready to go home.
∞
“Tim, I need you to go down and settle the bill with the hotel clerk. Do you mind?” Candy was packing up her belongings, as he had been, but now he was finished, and he was perusing the channels on the television with the remote control. “We need to be out of here before eleven-thirty, and its nine now, and none of us have even eaten. It would really help.”
Tim shut the TV off and stood, stretching his arms above his head to loosen up his lanky frame. “No prob. I needed to get out of this room anyway.” He came up behind her and planted a kiss on the back of her neck. “Where is the credit card?”
Candy turned and rifled through her purse briefly before turning back and handing the small rectangle of plastic over to him. “Will you stop in the café and have them make up four breakfasts to go? Oh, and some coffee too, please.”
“Sure thing,” he replied, and he winked at her as he left the room.
She hated packing to leave their trips. Not because she was so sick of the vacation itself, but because she always seemed to forget something in each and every hotel room they stayed in, and her obsessive-compulsive mind would drive her completely mad with worry. She began stacking clothes according to the wearer: Tim’s things here, mine over here; repeat.
The phone jingled loudly, startling Candy into jumpiness. It continued its incessant ringing until she ran to it and picked up the receiver. “Hello?”
“Candy, it’s Abby. Could you come to my room for a minute? I want to show you something.” Her voice sounded a bit strange, almost afraid.
Candy didn’t hesitate. “Sure thing. I’ll be there in a sec.” She plopped down the receiver and turned to head out the door. She didn’t even knock when she arrived at Pat and Abby’s room. The only thing on Candy’s mind was getting her packing done, but her friend, of course, came first.
“What’s going on?” She did want to get back to her room and finish up her tasks.
Abby’s eyes seemed riddled with worry. “Come in the bathroom. I want to show you something.”
The two women headed in, and as soon as they got there Abby pulled her long light brown hair up off her neck. “Will you look at this bug bite? It’s tingly, and it itches a bit.”
Candy leaned forward and squinted at the spot her friend directed her to. She saw two tiny puncture wounds, one right next to the other perfectly, just like Pat showed them in the cave.
“Maybe you got bit by something when Pat did?” Candy ran her index finger over the area on Abby’s neck.
Abby shook her head. “That’s what I thought at first, but Pat felt his bite right away. Mine wasn’t here until I woke. Do you think it is some kind of bug that lives around these parts?”
“I don’t know. It is kind of strange. What kind of bug bites in two different places every time? Should I search it on my smartphone?” Candy was at a loss. It was, indeed, strange.
Abby then began to nod. “Yeah, Candy. That would be good. I feel worried, and I don’t even know why.”
“I’ll be right back,” Candy told her, and she popped quickly over to her room and grabbed up her phone.
Once she was back the two sat on the foot of the bed and Candy proceeded to begin doing a bit of research on the minute puncture marks on her friend’s neck. Aside from horror fiction, the only information they could find pretty much pointed at a bug bite of some sort, but they couldn’t pinpoint a specific insect species to attribute it to.
Finally Candy stood and let out a big sigh. “Well, I don’t think you are going to die,” she said, smiling at Abby. “Finish packing and let’s get to the airport. We’ll all feel better when this vacation is behind us, I think.”
Just then the door opened and Pat walked in. His color seemed to be drained, giving him an almost ghostly pallor, but his eyes seemed very, very alive.
“Hello, ladies. What are the two of you up to?” Even his voice was off; the usually bumbling Pat now spoke with smooth confidence. Had he ever used the term ‘ladies’ in reference to a couple of females before in his life?
He walked up to candy and ran his hand through her hair. “You look good today,” he said, holding her eyes in a mesmerizing gaze. Abby looked on without even flinching. While her mind thought the scene between her friend and her lover was a bit off, the rest of her seemed to tingle just from watching.
“What’s going on with you, Pat?” Candy forced a chuckle, but her stomach was doing flip-flops. Was he drinking this early in the morning?
Her thoughts were quickly halted as he lowered his mouth quickly on to hers. She struggled against his kiss, even trying to break away, but he held her to him firmly with the single hand on the back of her head. Wow, could this guy kiss! Why wa
sn’t Abby doing anything?
Soon she stopped fighting him altogether and began to kiss him back. The entire time this was happening her mind was going crazy, but she was powerless against his advances. She felt another set of hands stroking her back and sides, and she realized with curious horror that Abby was touching her as well.
The other woman’s hands were soon under her shirt, stroking Candy’s breasts through her bra. Her knees grew weak and her legs turned to jelly. With one violent jerk Abby tore Candy’s shirt asunder, and it fell to the floor around her feet. None of this seemed real.
Pat stopped kissing her and gazed at her face as he reached behind her and unhooked her bra; it too fell to the floor, forgotten. He put his mouth on her nipple and swirled his tongue around it; his hand found its way under her skirt, and he began to stroke her through her light cotton panties. Her legs gave out and she fell backward into Abby’s arms. Abby slowly lowered her to the floor, and Pat’s hand picked up its pace. She came within seconds of lying down.
For the next half-hour Pat and Abby used her body lustfully, and together they brought her to climax over and over. She seemed to be in a cloud, and while she had no visual memories of the incident, she could remember every moment and every sensation they gave her. She slept, but only briefly, and when she woke she was clothed and on her own bed in her and Tim’s room.
It was a dream; it had to be a dream.
Her things were completely packed and had been placed next to the door for pick-up. She rubbed her neck and quickly walked into the bathroom. She looked fine, but she had a different shirt on than the one she had been wearing when she went to Pat and Abby’s room. It had been real.
The door to the room opened and Tim walked in. “Are you coming? The cab is waiting, and everything is settled with the house. Time to go, babe.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m ready.” She grabbed her purse from the end of the bed and looked around the room one last time. “Let’s get the heck out of here.”
Chapter 9
New York City, Present Day
Cliffside Winery hustled and bustled with busy employees, all focused on completing their tasks. There was much to do, after all, and there always was; Cliffside had become one of the premier wineries in the world. It produced every kind of wine imaginable, and each and every sample had come to be award-winning. There was never time to waste, as the orders continued to roll in constantly. Each and every person working there knew the importance of keeping the ‘big man’ happy.
The ‘big man’, the boss, was Mr. Cyril DeSai. He introduced the world to his wares and like a landslide in the rain Cliffside took off. That was twenty years ago, and in the time that had passed since, he solidified his position as a businessman and philanthropist in the States. He had eaten with presidents and his wines could be found in every household in America. Coming here had been one of the smartest things DeSai had ever done.
Shirley Louis was Mr. DeSai’s assistant, and she was all business. He was the most important person in the world to Shirley; he had literally taken her off the street and given her a future. She may be only twenty-eight years old, but she knew with surety that she would retire a comfortable woman; DeSai made sure of that.
He was like a father to her.
She briskly rushed down the plushly carpeted hall to his massive office. It was easily the most beautiful office in the entire building, and DeSai’s taste in more gothic décor only contributed to its mysterious lure. She loved to enter the great room and experience his presence. It was almost like being before ageless royalty. He kept the interior lighting very low, mostly using natural flame candles to illuminate things, but this only made it more special.
She tapped lightly on the hand-carved double-doors, and before she even pulled her hand away she heard his heavily-accented voice tell her to enter.
“Mr. DeSai, you wanted me to let you know the details about flight 452 from Honduras. It will be landing at four o’clock tomorrow morning. Is there anything I can do regarding this? Do you have friends or family who will need transportation from the airport, or maybe a room?”
DeSai sat at his desk, his back to the young woman, but now he spun the high-back leather desk chair around and faced her. “No, no, Ms. Louis. Thank you for the update. That will be all.” He steepled his fingers, placing the two index fingers under his chin, and he instantly went into deep thought.
Shirley nodded curtly. “I’ll be at my desk if you need anything, sir.” She softly closed the office doors and left him.
DeSai’s eyes flickered and a smile formed on his face. His new family members would be home soon.
∞
Tim held Candy’s bags while she dug through her oversized purse searching for the keys to her apartment. She was grumbling under her breath, even using curse words he had never heard her use before.
“I know I have asked you this a number of times, but are you sure you are feeling alright?” He felt a pang of apprehension in his stomach. He didn’t care what she said, she was not herself, and she didn’t look the greatest either.
She pulled her keys out and let her purse fall to the floor at her feet. “Finally, and for the last time, I’m fine, Tim! Jeez, do you have to be such a damn hen?” She inserted the key into the lock, then the next into another, and after a total of three were opened the door sprung open. “I’m just tired. I mean, we just got back, it’s not even six in the morning, and you won’t quit hacking on me. Please, just come in and get some shut-eye with me. That’s all I need.”
Tim warily kept his eyes on her as they entered the apartment. He took the bags to the bedroom; he had brought his up from the cab as well, hoping she would want him to stay. He wasn’t thinking sex, he was thinking she shouldn’t be alone.
When he came back into the small living area she was sitting on a stool at the bar which served as a divider between the common room and the tiny kitchen area. She was taking a corkscrew to a bottle of wine, and she was quite eager.
“Candy, it’s practically dawn. What are you doing? Do you intend to get drunk before you even sleep?” He waited for her response, but all she did was look at him and roll her eyes.
“Instead of standing around asking stupid questions why don’t you help me with this? I just need to relax a bit before I turn in,” she replied. She handed the bottle, with the corkscrew already imbedded in the cork, over to Tim. He took it, staring at her with heavy apprehension.
He shifted his focus to the task at hand, and Candy went into the bathroom. She grabbed a pair of comfortable blue pajama pants and a matching t-shirt off the hook on the back of the door, and then looked in the mirror. Wow, she looked a wreck! Dark circles had formed under her eyes, and she seemed pale. Hopefully she hadn’t contracted some damn bug in Honduras.
She laid the pajamas on the sink’s vanity and picked up her hair brush and a hair tie out of a basket on the back of the toilet. She proceeded to brush her long hair, sweeping it up off her shoulders to put it in ponytails.
There they were; two tiny puncture wounds. The same bite marks Abby showed her. The same ones Pat had woke up with after their night in the cave.
She strained her neck to the side and leaned forward to get a better look. There was no mistaking what she saw, and while she felt no particular concern, she didn’t want Tim to take notice of them. He was already being unusually nitpicky. She let her hair fall around her neck. Forget the ponytails.
She changed into her pajamas and meandered back into the living room, where Tim had already poured her a glass of wine. He also had the television on and was watching the early morning news. They were reporting on tours at a winery, Cliffside Wineries, to be exact. He glanced up at her and smiled.
“Better?”
She returned the grin. “Much. Thanks for opening that; I really need to get rid of my tension.” She turned her attention to the television, where they were now interviewing the owner of the winery. His name, Cyril DeSai, was across the bottom of the screen.
Candy froze. She knew this man, and it was not from a passing meeting on the street. She knew him!
But how?
She tried to wrack her brain, but it seemed she could not keep her focus; she was entranced by the man on the screen, by the sound of his voice. When he looked into the camera, she could swear he was looking directly at her.
The interview wrapped up, but she still could not shake herself out of the reverie she found herself in. Her crotch had begun to tingle as she watched, and now it seemed it was on fire.
“Candy, are you okay? Did you fall asleep sitting up?” She pulled herself back to reality to see Tim leaning forward. He was looking at her, amused. She lifted her wine glass to her lips and drained it entirely, then she fixed her gaze on him again. Her lips curled into a seductive smile.
“No, no. I’m still here. Are you here?” She narrowed her eyes to match her smile, then licked her lips slightly for effect. Wow, was she in the mood to simply climb this man like a tree! Her mind shot to the ‘dream’ she had about Pat and Abby, and she became overwhelmed with wanton lust. She rose from her place on the sofa and crossed the room to Tim, removing her t-shirt as she went. Before she even reached him she was completely naked.
It took no time for the pair to get going; they skipped the bedroom altogether. In the back of her mind Candy thought that the floor seemed to be her thing lately. They kissed passionately while lying there, their bodies writhing against each other hungrily. His clothes were gone before he even realized what had happened. He put his focus on her breasts, licking and sucking her nipples, but she grabbed his head and brought it up to look her in the eye. She gave him a long, leisurely French kiss, then began to kiss his face. She gently kissed and licked at his cheek, his ear, his neck. With her eyes wide open, and with full intent, she bit him.
