by HoneyB
When had Foxy dropped off her car, and why hadn’t she called?
CHAPTER 36
Victoria
Summer breeze
Carefree whispers
Is early dawn your lover
Do you steal her breath away
Heat and moisture
Blend into humidity
Dancing throughout the day
Night falls
Humidity crawls
Back into the arms of dawn
For peace and comfort
Summer breeze
Hot
So cool
Yet never cooler than dawn
Like dawn, early Monday morning at Crème was quiet. Regardless of her personal issues, Victoria had to work. Working was better than sitting at home, soaking over problems she had no control over.
A thin man entered the pastry shop. He looked around, swiped his forehead with a white handkerchief, then stuffed it in his back pocket. Three tables, five chairs. No waitress stirring around. He avoided eye contact with the tall mocha-complexioned woman standing behind the counter. Had his friend given him the correct address?
Rectangular coffee bean–colored wooden tables were lined up against the wall. Padded armless chairs the same rich color appeared comfortable enough for him to sit a while at the one unoccupied table, but he wasn’t there for coffee. He wanted the special pastry his friend told him about.
Red velvet curtains stretched across the windows, low enough to let the sunshine in, high enough to shield seated patrons from outsiders’ views. What if one of his coworkers drove by and saw him standing in the doorway? He’d have to make up his mind or risk further embarrassment.
To his right, two women sat chatting at the second table from the door. They sipped from mugs, giggling like teenagers. The opposite side of the café, one table, one chair, a man in a dark suit sat in the corner, one hand on his coffee mug, the other holding his electronic device.
Above the counter, a flat screen was illuminated with vibrant colors. The words Today’s Special flashed above three scrolling pictures of pastries that made the thin man’s mouth water:
Banana Crepes with Chocolate Drizzle
Sticky Bun
Cream Cheese–Filled Spice Cupcake
His friend had told him to order the cupcake. His friend had said, “Man, the sticky bun is for people who enjoy being dominated. You know, getting their ass beaten. And the crepes are served up by a bootylicious woman that does it all, but she’s too much woman for you and your wife put together, man. Take cash and buy the cupcake. If they try to charge you less than a thousand, you’ve ordered the wrong thing. Just to be safe, take three gs. They might charge extra for couples.”
The thin man scratched his head, faced the glass door, placed his hand on the steel bar.
“Excuse me, sir, may I help you with something?” Victoria asked. She stood behind the counter smiling at him. She should’ve offered him assistance five minutes ago but didn’t want to scare him off. Behind Victoria’s smile were no worries about Rain. She’d left those concerns at the altar yesterday, and Naomi forgave her last night.
Pivoting his body in her direction, his feet still facing the door, the thin man prepared to leave. His voice trembled, “This place is too nice. I must have the wrong address.”
Victoria motioned for him to come closer.
Slowly he approached her, glanced up at the screen, then at the three items in the pastry display case. “I’d like the cupcake,” he said, hoping the way he’d enunciated the word “the” would confirm he’d come to the right shop.
“Okay, let me get one for you. I’ll be right back.”
She went to the kitchen, removed a cupcake from the tray Foxy had just placed on the rack. “We have a potential,” Victoria said.
“Are they sure they want a cupcake?” DéJà asked, handing Victoria a cream-colored box with a red ribbon and a gold bow. “You okay?”
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” Victoria frowned, then said, “That’s what he ordered, but I’m not sure exactly what he wants yet. I’ll find out.” She returned to the counter. “Here’s your cream cheese–filled spice cupcake. The best stuff is always in the middle, not on top.” She smiled at the thin man who peered into the pastry display as if wanting to make a different selection. She tapped on a few keys, then said, “That’ll be five dollars.”
The thin man’s head rattled. “That can’t be right. I was told I could get a special cupcake for my wife’s delight,” he said.
CHAPTER 37
Victoria
Victoria smiled, hoping to comfort him, as she confirmed, “You can. I have one more cupcake available. If you’d like it for your wife, you need to fill out the top of this catering request.” She continued, “And that’ll be two thousand dollars cash.” Victoria wondered if she should call Rain and apologize for assaulting his dick. And to find out what was brewing in his wicked mind.
The man’s short narrow fingers unfolded his wallet. He counted out twenty one-hundred-dollar bills, laying them on the counter, then picked up the form.
Victoria softly asked, “What’s your fantasy?”
He hunched his narrow shoulders.
She rephrased the question. “What catering services would you like?”
“Oh,” he said. “An orgasm for my wife.”
Victoria slid a white card under the red ribbon on his pastry box. “Bring her here.”
Nervous, he nodded, then asked in a low trembling voice, “What time should I bring my wife to”—he looked at the address on the card Victoria had given him—“this location?”
He was a new customer; he wouldn’t have known the number noted in the lower right-hand corner of the card indicated his start time. Victoria pointed, then said, “Your appointment promptly starts at four and ends at five o’clock sharp. I’ll be ready for both of you.”
“Wow, a whole hour.” The thin man rubbed his palms on his pants. Glanced over his shoulder, around the shop, leaned closer to Victoria, then whispered, “I’ve never done anything like this before, but my wife has never had an orgasm and I want her to share the pleasure she gives me.”
Matching his tone, she replied, “Relax. She’ll have one today, or I’ll refund your money. See you in a few hours.”
Victoria’s surefire secret had helped nonorgasmic women experience their first. Explosive orgasms depended upon a person’s timing and how well they knew their body. Since not all orgasms were explosive, some of her clients had had them but weren’t aware. The same held true for women who unknowingly squirted. Some women actually ejaculated retrograde into their bladder because they didn’t understand when to contract, relax, or push. Kind of like a man overly anxious to ejaculate experiencing blue balls. Victoria enjoyed educating couples and singles on how to reach a higher spiritual and orgasmic state.
“I’ll sit in my car and fill this out,” he said.
Victoria picked up a freshly brewed pot of caffeinated coffee. “Refill?” she asked the ladies. She glanced over the curtains and saw the thin man in his car writing while talking to a woman, presumably his wife, in the passenger seat.
“No, thanks. We’d better get on the road,” one of the ladies said.
“Yeah, got a long ride ahead. But this is a quaint spot. We like it. And your banana crepes are delicious.”
The man seated in the corner placed his electronic device in his pocket, followed the women out the door to the black limo. The thin man returned, handed Victoria his form, then looked at his feet.
“You can change your mind if you’d like,” Victoria said. “Our catering services are fully refundable, no questions asked.”
The thin man said, “I don’t want my money back, but can we get together now? That would be better because if I wait I might not show up later. I’m really nervous.”
“Is that your wife in the car?”
He nodded at his feet.
“I don’t normally do morning appointments. Wait here,” Vi
ctoria said, placing the coffee pot on the warming station, then entering the kitchen. The thin man was a welcome mental departure from the memory of Rain hoisting her in the air. She told Foxy, “I need to make a special accommodation. I’ll be at my place, and I’ll be back in ninety minutes. Cover for me.”
Looking at the monitor in the kitchen, Foxy said, “Not so fast. Let me get a closer look to see what this new client looks like.” Foxy followed Victoria, picked up his form from the counter, walked outside, and wrote the thin man’s license plate number and the color, make and model of his car. “Ninety minutes you’d better be back,” she told Victoria. “No backsliding to you know who.”
“You first,” Victoria said, then left the shop.
CHAPTER 38
Foxy
Foxy took over the register for Victoria.
Standing behind the counter, Foxy rewound her conversation with Winton in her mind, then replayed it like an audio podcast. She was definitely the star. Winton, her costar. She hated verbally attacking her husband, but if she hadn’t acted crazy, slammed the door with the intent to break it, he would’ve gotten more aggressive. His sticking his finger in her pussy was awful. His leaving was good for them both. When Victoria returned, Foxy would go to Winton’s office. Maybe if they talked in a semiprivate place neither of them would yell as they’d done last night.
“Where is Victoria?” DéJà asked.
“With a client.”
DéJà frowned. “Who?”
“The man who bought the cupcake.”
“I’ll be back,” DéJà said. She went into the office, returned with her purse.
“DéJà, don’t,” Foxy said. “She’s fine. Really, she left with a client. Here’s his receipt. You want to check the register too? Damn, can’t you relax for one minute?”
The customer seated at a table became quiet, stared at Foxy. “My apology. Sisters’ quarrel. Nothing serious. More coffee?” she asked. Picking up the pot of caffeinated coffee, she handed it to DéJà, then said, “I have to leave too. I’ll be back.”
Foxy’s emotions were eating at the lining of her stomach. She couldn’t wait until Victoria returned. She had to go talk to her husband now.
CHAPTER 39
Victoria
Missionary yes
Mercenary not
Pheromones
Endorphins
Contribute a lot
For happiness
Health
Emotional wealth
Happily bust from the gut
Orgasms are a must
Victoria got in her car, motioned for the thin man to follow her. She entered the gates of Crème Fantasyland. Escorting the couple inside her home, Victoria led them to the lavish bathroom equipped with a steam and dry sauna, Jacuzzi, and shower for two.
“Remove your clothes. Shower. Put on robes. Meet me here in the bedroom when you’re ready.”
Victoria closed the door, lit cedarwood- and clover-scented candles, sprayed lavender freshener in the air to heighten their senses, opened the patio door, turned on the cascading waterfall headboard, selected Mozart from her iPod playlist, and neatly folded the white comforter to the edge of the bed.
She opened her pleasure chest drawer beneath the bed, fluffed the pink feather that sat atop the crystal bottle filled with edible cotton candy dusting powder, then set the bottle on a silver platter beside the bed. Surfing through the chest again, she selected a G-spot vibrator, a lipstick clit stimulator, then placed them on the platter. Since most women experienced clitoral orgasms first, Victoria had a special collection of items for the clit.
“Hmm, I want one more thing on the platter, but what?” She dug deeper into the chest. “Perfect.” She retrieved a tin of strong peppermints and opened it.
The woman entered the room with her husband close behind. “Wow, this is like being in paradise,” she said, checking to see if the water was real or a mirage. “It’s real, honey. Touch it.”
Victoria smiled at them. “Keep your robes on for now. I want you to lay sideways across the bed,” she told the man’s wife. Victoria slid a satin pillow underneath the woman’s shoulders and head, then asked, “Are you comfortable?”
The woman reached for her husband’s hand, then said, “Yes.”
Victoria handed her husband the crystal bottle. “I want you to slowly open her robe, then dust a little cotton candy on your wife’s breasts, stomach, and her kitty hairs. Is that okay?”
Her husband nodded.
The woman squeezed her husband’s hand. “Okay.”
Victoria asked the thin man, “Do you like cotton candy?”
“Oh, yeah. Loved it ever since I was a kid,” he said smiling. Meticulously he dusted his wife like she was precious china. His enthusiasm exposed the vulnerable little boy inside him.
Men were fragile because their sensitivity was suppressed. Taught not to cry, to silence their pain, act like they didn’t need love and affection. Women reared boys to be men, who were groomed to be grooms, who were expected to know but were seldom taught how to love. The thin man wanted to please his wife. Having the desire to please was a good place to start in any relationship, but Victoria wanted to find out how manly he was.
“Look at how beautiful your wife is. Tell her you’re going to make her cum.”
His brows rose. “Who? Me?” he asked, tightening his robe.
“Tell her what I said, and tell her you want her to tell you what feels good and to let you know right away if anything doesn’t feel good.”
The thin man mustered up the energy to speak directly to his wife.
“Kiss your wife. Inhale her breath. Hold her close… good. Now, stop touching her and admire her body, then I want you to spread her lips and look at her pussy.”
“Wow, that’s my wife?” he said. “We usually have sex in the dark, or if the lights are on, we do it under the covers. Honey, you are beautiful all over,” he said without being coached.
While he was mesmerized, Victoria handed him the pink feather. “Now, tease her body.”
The thin man took the crystal bottle from the tray, dumped the cotton candy powder on his wife’s body, then dusted her.
Victoria laughed. “Okay, there is no wrong way to do this.”
His wife laughed. A sense of humor was good anytime, especially during sex.
“Trail kisses from her neck to her breasts. Lick her nipples.”
The man went wild with long, wet strokes all over his wife’s body, lapping up the cotton candy like he was at a carnival. He hadn’t noticed that his wife’s body had tensed, her hands were clenched, and she’d started moving away from him.
“Stop,” Victoria commanded. “Look at your wife. Does she look pleased?”
He frowned. “I thought she was supposed to tell me if it didn’t feel good.”
“Lay back down,” Victoria told the woman. “And you, I want you to ease your hand over her stomach down to her shaft. Insert your middle finger inside her vagina. Is she wet?”
“No.”
“Then you’re not exciting her. I want you to suck your middle finger and rotate it on her clit and suck her nipples at the same time.
“Ou,” his wife moaned. “That feels nice.”
The man went wild again, then settled himself.
“Okay, that’s good.” Victoria instructed, “Now, I want you to kiss her shaft.”
“I don’t do that,” he protested.
“I thought you wanted your wife to have an orgasm.”
“I do, but I don’t do that.”
“Let this moment be about her, not you.”
The thin man placed his face between his wife’s thighs, took a really deep breath. He started off lightly licking his wife’s pussy in an upward motion with the tip of his tongue.
“Ou, yes,” his wife moaned again.
He placed the center of his tongue over her clit and dragged his taste buds up her shaft. “Honey you taste so sweet,” he said, lapping faster.
; “Slow down. Go back to using the tip of your tongue. I like that better.”
He did, and his wife moaned louder.
Softly, Victoria said, “Now gently suck the tip of her clit… and I want you to insert your middle finger into her vagina but don’t stop sucking. Is she wet?”
“Yes. Yes, baby you’re wet,” he said.
It didn’t matter if she was wet from his saliva or if her juices had started flowing. What was important was that the couple was excited about making love. “Good. Now curl your middle finger toward you and keep sucking.”
This time his wife screamed “Oh, my!” repeatedly. Her breaths were shallow and closer together, her back arched.
“Excellent. See how much fun that was. Look at your—”
Before Victoria finished her sentence, the woman ripped off her husband’s robe, pulled him to her, and said, “Penetrate me. I’m going to make you cum, and I’m cumming with you.”
“Well, my job here is done. You have twenty minutes remaining. Enjoy. There are hot disposable towels in the warmer next to the bed. When you’re done, you can freshen up.”
When the alarm sounded signaling their hour had ended, they quickly showered. The thin man buckled his belt, hugged, then kissed his wife. “We did it, honey!”
She giggled like a little girl. “I’m not done yet.”
Their smiles were wide and genuine. Victoria put the vibrator, stimulator, mints, and a special pink and purple vagina pillow in a gift bag. “Y’all enjoy these at home. If you need instructions on how to use them, call me.” She escorted them to their cars, got in her car, and followed them to the main road.
