Chrissel's Fire

by Mark Edwards

  “Listen Jilean, there is nobody in this kitchen but the three of us, you can talk to us, we have your back, plus, we are the closet persons to you - well, apart from your husband.” Jeanette replied as she noticed Jilean staring through the only window in the room obviously not planning to utter a word to anyone. Jeanette and Tia were the two closest persons to Jilean; she shared everything with them – well almost everything.

  They both hugged Jilean as she remained mute, they really wanted to help.

  “Is it Thames?” Jeanette enquired causing Jilean to break down in tears.

  “Is he cheating on you?” Tia asked

  “Not sure,” Jilean replied.

  “Finally we got you to say something.” Tia responded

  “What happened dear?” asked Jeanette as she started wiping tears from her own eyes.

  “Who is the hooker?” Tia questioned with her mouth pointing like an arrow.

  “I suspect that it may be our real estate agent –Chrissel Parks, they went to look at a property in Pear River View and he came home with a cold..”

  “Just a cold?” Tia probed; she was overly attentive - this was one of her favorite topics.

  “Well this morning I really felt for him and started exploring his body and found scratches all over his chest and back.”

  “Were they there the night before?” Jeanette questioned while she remain quite calm.

  “Well, I really could not say,” Jilean replied while folding her hands.

  “Well what about the week before?” Tia probed.

  “Not sure.”

  “When was the last time?” Tia continued probing.

  “Last time what?” Jilean asked.

  “The last time you have seen his body … scratch free?”

  “Months,” replied Jilean with her head hanging downward.

  “That may be your problem girl,” Tia replied. “Boss, let me take care of this for you, just tell me where is this bawd, where can I find her?” Tia continued as she started putting her heels on.

  “Calm down Tia, just calm down.” Jeanette engaged.

  “Calm down Tia? Are you crazy, her good good husband has been tampered with and all you can say is Calm? Well if you say Calm, I say Storm!” Tia snarled.

  “Jilean my dear, you will have to work this out with Thames – stuff does happen,” Jeanette encouraged while hugging her boss.

  “Did you say work it out? Tell me Jilean, we can take either of two routes: we can beat this harlot or you give your little philanderer a dosage of his own medicine – the male species love to cheat but they hate to be cheated on.” Tia informed with her arrow like looking lips.

  “Well I still love my husband, so I wouldn’t hurt him like that,” Jilean replied while sobbing.

  “And he loves you too…” These were the words of sarcasm that spilled from the pointed lips of Tia.

  “Behave Tia!” Jeanette snapped. “Listen Jilean, from what you have said it suggests that you may not have been spending much time with your husband and this may have him so defenseless to the charm of a worthy predator; he is good looking, kind, talented, successful and affluent, hence commendable to be preyed on. Listen Jilean, if it really happened it may be hurtful, but he is your husband and you have to learn to deal with it and move on, think about the role you may have played in this. You have devoted more than enough time to your company which is now doing well, but what about your garden at home – is it well watered? If it is, then you should start bearing fruits. Boss, I am giving you time off to go home, add some flavor to your garden.

  You have competent people around you to run your company for the next few days.” Jeanette advised while still remaining quite composed.

  “You know, I think I may have found the perfect model for our new clothing line,” Jilean countered while wiping her eyes; she really looked comforted. “She has the right height, the right skin tone, the right rear and the perfect pair pair of legs – she will be the selling temptation of my new clothes line.”

  “And who is that boss?” Tia queried.

  “Chrissel Parks!” Jilean snapped.

  Jilean left the cafeteria with everybody else behind totally muted.

  Chapter Sixteen

  “Good day, I would love the opportunity to speak to Miss Chrissel Parkes.” Jilean requested as she responded to the salutation of the corporate secretary at the real estate agency.

  “Is she expecting you Madame?”

  “Well, actually no, but I am Mrs Jilean Snowy and she is our agent.”

  “Ok Mrs Snowy, kindly have a seat while I make contact with Miss Parks,” the secretary replied while picking up the handset.

  While sitting in the enclosed waiting area Jilean noticed an 8x10 sized Portrait of Chrissel that was mounted on the wall under the heading ‘Top Performer –Quarter One 2013’.

  “If she is the woman who scratched my husband then I am going to end her career,” Jilean thought to herself as she stared at the picture on the wall which appeared to be smiling at her or laughing at her. “How could Thames do this to me? You are going to pay dearly for this Thames.” Jilean thought to herself as she kept staring at the photo of Chrissel hoping that it wouldn’t smile at her.

  “I wonder why the heck won’t Thames answer his phone,” Chrissel said to herself upon hearing that Jilean was waiting to see her. “Am I in trouble, does she know that I made her husband happy? What does she want?” Chrissel pondered as she tried to muster the courage to meet with Mrs Jilean Snowy.

  “Good day Mrs. Snowy great to see you again, where is Mr Snowy?” Chrissel greeted while stretching her arm out for a handshake.

  “I wonder why the heck you are asking for my husband?” Jilean questioned herself as she accepted the salutation from Miss Chrisel Parkes by engaging her in the handshake. While the right arms of both women connected Jilean could feel that something was definitely wrong despite the warm smile that she received from Chrissel.

  “So Mrs. Snowy I see you have made your decision about the property on Elk Street.”

  “Well actually no, I am here on a little personal business - by the way you can call me Jilean,” she replied as she noticed how uneasy the other woman looked.

  “Ok let’s go into my office Mrs. Snowy.” Chrissel responded as she led the way. “You may have a seat.”

  “Well, Miss Chrissel Parkes as you know, I run a clothing line company; well I am having an important showing this weekend. The thing is – my biggest prospective client is flying from Paris and I need to have the right model to flaunt my wares so we could hammer a multi-million deal. ”

  “But how does that affect..?”

  “You see we need someone who is smart, looks appealing, has the right tone and someone with the perfect legs to mesmerize.” Jilean quipped.

  “And who exactly do you have in mind Mrs. Snowy?”

  “YOU!”

  “OMG! I am quite flattered Mrs Snowy but I don’t mix business with pleasure,” Chrissel responded as she moved her brown eyes across the room. “Is this some form of trap or what? My lover’s wife wants me to work for her – what could she be possibly up to?”

  “Well let us consider this a business arrangement, you get the other 50% payment after your performance on the weekend,” Jillean interjected as she wrote a cheque for USD 2000.00 payable to Chrissel Parks.

  “So where do we rehearse?” Chrissel enquired as the offer she had gotten was too good to be real and even too good to be turned down notwithstanding how risky things could turn out to be as she really began missing Thames.

  “Chrissel, we’ll meet at 6:00 pm at my company’s boardroom; I hope those scratches on your right hand and legs disappear by this weekend,” Jilean remarked as she abruptly excused herself from Chrissel’s office, leaving her in a state of astonishment as she looked at the bruises and scratches that happened when she tried to escape from Sally Joe while intruding on the Snowy’s residence.

  Chapter Seventeen

  “Honey, yo
u are home quite early, this is so unusual and hmmmn you are looking unusually great.” Thames remarked as he noticed his wife sitting topless flaunting her firm protrusions on their marble top kitchen counter; she sat fitting herself perfectly between two glasses of red wine. She kept focusing on the pouted mouth of the blue jeans pants he was wearing.

  “Are you gonna make me ooze or not?” she questioned while uncrossing her legs to the slow paced saxophone solo track that was playing in the background.

  “Oh my Jilean, you are so beautiful,” he responded as she stood before him wearing only a piece of black garment which did a very poor job of concealing her fruit of passion.

  “I've got to hurt this low down dirty cheater that is standing before me, I only have one problem – he happens to be looking so hot –especially since he has been tampered with.” Jilean said to herself as she noticed the way his cute pair of lips trembled when she moved towards him.

  “Gosh! His lips are so hot – I could use those,” she continued while she fiddled the contours of his abs whose pulsating movements were as a result of his heavy breathing.

  “Oh not so fast!” Jillean reacted as she prevented Thames from touching her body. “ We are going to play my way!” she continued while tasting the red wine that she allowed to spill on his chest.

  “Oh Jill, you are getting wicked.”

  “Thames you ain’t see nothing yet,” she replied as she covered his face with her firm topless protrusions which were flavored with the red wine. She forced him to the chair in the hallway from the kitchen and started a set of sequential twists and turns on his thighs, dancing to the slow pace of the saxophone solo track that continued to play in the background. The slow sax tempo became irrelevant as her body and soul started responding to the fever of his rhythmic creativity.

  “So who is better, your wife or her?” she asked.

  “Honey, you are the best a husband can have!”

  “I really need to hurt this low down cheater who happens to be my husband, but can I tell you? - I really enjoyed him,” Jilean thought to herself after waking up and seeing Thames beside her on the floor still asleep.

  “I am really hurting and I really feel betrayed by my husband. How could he do this to me? Anyways, the show must go on.” She murmured to herself while grabbing the camera to take pictures at the rehearsal as she headed off leaving Thames still unawakened on the floor.

  “You are not going to betray me and get away with it, I swear am gonna hurt you but I really need some more of you first - mr big guy.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Thames woke up and found himself on the floor.

  “What happened? Jilean where..?” Every thing started coming back to him; he smiled to himself as he started gaining an unblemished recollection of what had happened an hour ago.

  “I can’t believe this; my wife was so hot, what has really gotten into her, what more could a husband want?” he asked as his cell phone rang.

  “Hi Pleasant-tasting.” It was Chrissel on the other end of the line.

  “What more can a husband handle?” Thames asked himself as he immediately fell in hypnotism upon hearing the charming voice of his ladylove.

  Chrissel just had the correct antidote to induce paramount tension and desire as his blue jeans suddenly became too tight for his body.

  “I know you are home alone Mr.enjoyable.”

  “Darn, Chrissel how do you know that?”

  “Well your wife is on her way to have a little meeting - with me,” she chuckled.

  “What kind of meeting?” Thames snarled.

  “Well she hired me to flaunt my stuff (you know the stuff I flaunt for you) in one of her newest clothing line. I think I might be a little late for the appointment with your wife as I have an overdue appointment with her husband.”

  “Chrissel, don’t do this!”

  “Thames sweetheart, I’ll let you in on a little secret – I ‘m outside; please control your little pup, I don’t think she is too fond of me,” she informed as she hung up.

  Thames headed outside as he heard the angry growling of Sally Joe and much to his surprise Chrissel was really there.

  “Hi handsome.”

  “Chrissel what the heck are you doing here?”

  “Are you coming to get me or what?”

  “Chrissel we shouldn’t be doing this anymore.”

  “Thames, I know you want this; my fruits are ripened, are you going to make them go to waste?”

  “Wow Chrissel you just look irresistible in red, how does one tell you no?

  “Thames, I’ll let you in on another little secret – I am wearing all red.”

  “Ok then, red riding hood.”

  “And what big teeth do you have?”

  “Big enough to..” Thames jested as he aggressively freed her of her red jacket unveiling her pair of caramel puffy pastry adorned in fiery red satin. “She was so right- she is all scorching red,” he said to himself.

  “Oh not so fast you Big Bad Wolf!” she stopped him after placing her on his shiny dark colored brown Mullϊier FRiech and Sons Concert Grand piano which stood as an ornament in the glassy cabin hallway of the Snowy’s residence.

  “What’s wrong?” Thames Snowy enquired as he watched her slowly moving her red velvet heels on the higher octaves of the instrument that was overloaded with black and white keys hammering raindrops-like sounding notes.

  “In all decency, I have to make a phone call.” Chrissel responded.

  “To whom?”

  “Hi Mrs. Snowy, this is Chrissel, I am running a bit late for our meeting this evening as I have a burning issue at home that I really have to take care of.”

  “Really sorry to hear Chrissel, I hope everything works out just fine.” Jillean Snowy replied at the other end of the line.

  “I will be there in an hour Mrs. Snowy as I am getting the help of a pro to deal with my issues.”

  Thames Snowy looked at Chrissel Parks in astonishment and awe as he sat there on his piano stool totally dumbstruck.

  Notwithstanding his shock he really found her a bit too irresistible while resting her curvy hips on top of his Concert Grand piano as she rid her left foot of the red suede heel revealing her all glittery red nails which she placed on his shoulders while the right foot (still cladded in red suede boot) was placed on his left thigh. The well groomed beard that rested on his chin was so course that it started causing her ultra-thin red mesh stocking to reel and peel apart as it glided from her toes straight past her thighs. Someone was becoming real crazy as this was so evident from the aggressive and disorderly strums that came from the weighted black and white keys of Thames Snowy’s Mullϊier FRiech and Sons Concert Grand.

  “This guy just knows exactly how to…. Where has he been all my life?” Chrissel slurred to herself as shivering body was more than enough warning sign of an impending volcanic over flow, thanks to the ever so gifted and well fitted Thames Snowy.

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  Meanwile…..

  “Well, if this Chrissel girl is going to be late for our appointment then I think I may have some extra time to fix a burning issue at home too. I am going to give my naughty little husband round two. I really enjoyed him this morning; he has me thinking only about him since I left him home. By the way why am I feeling so much affection for my dirty low down cheating husband? Well I can only assume, I really don’t have much proof apart from the scars I recently found on his body.”

  Jilean Snowy headed into her shiny dark blue SUV as she hurried home.

  Chapter Nineteen

  “Come on Thames are you going to let me leave like that without the kiss of life?” Chrissel requested while moving from room to room as she picked up her pieces of red garments which were scattered all over. Thames knew he definitely had a lot of cleaning up and repairs to do as the ram sacked rooms, broken vase and the broken keys on the dark colored Mullϊier FRiech and Sons Concert Grand piano all told a tale of the passionate massacr
e that transpired at the Snowy’s residence a few minuites ago.

  “Chrissel you need to go now – right now!” Thames exclaimed.

  “Well not without that kiss of life that I am waiting for,” Chrissel replied as she leaped unto his back pulling him on the floor.

  “Chrissel you are crazy, do you always get what you want?”