by Gina Gordon
“Sam. What can I do for you?” Milton asked.
“Just wanted to let you know that everything is ready for the tear down.”
Tear down. Milton hated that word. But it was a necessary evil that came with his business.
“What are we tearing down this time?” his sister asked. They had both been raised to be proud of their father’s work but always to be considerate of those that might be swallowed up by the commercial machine.
“Nothing too severe. Just a strip mall and the owner had taken care to notify the tenants in time so they could all find another location for business. No harm done.”
“Good,” Marilyn said.
“I’m interrupting. We can talk business later.” Sam headed for the door.
“Actually, can we talk tomorrow? I’m going to head out for the day.” Both Marilyn and Sam gave him a strange look. “I have something I need to do.”
“Hmm…does it have anything to do with those texts?” Marilyn cooed.
“What texts?” Sam asked.
“None of your business. Either of you.” Milton stared back and forth between them, hoping they would take the hint. His business was his business.
“Sure thing, boss. I’ll see you in the morning.” Sam pushed open the trailer door. “It was nice to meet you, Marilyn. You too, Alexandria.”
The bug barely paid attention.
“Nice to meet you too,” Marilyn said, her words getting choked up in her throat, as Sam stepped out into the sunlight.
“Ugh. Disgusting.” Milton walked away from his sister toward his desk. “Stop flirting with my foreman.”
“Not as disgusting as those texts. Those were so dirty. I have to meet this girl.” Marilyn grinned.
“She’s just…just a friend. I’ll be back home in a week anyway. There’s no need to meet her.”
“All right. Keep your secret. Your dirty, little secret.” Marilyn wiggled her eyebrows.
“Don’t you have a child to take care of?” Milton accused.
“I can take a hint. We’ll get out of your hair. You can go and be dirty.” She gave him a little wave toward the door.
“Marilyn, enough.”
She walked away with her hands up in a defensive position. “Say goodbye to Uncle Milton, bug.”
Alexandria dropped her markers and rushed over to him at the desk. “When will I see you again?”
“How about tomorrow?” It seemed as though that was the right answer. She nodded her head with gusto and hugged him tight around the hips.
“Love you.”
“I love you too, bug.”
Marilyn packed up Alexandria’s things, then they headed out to their rental car.
“Have fun, brother. Tell me all about it tomorrow.”
“We’ll not be talking about it. But I will have fun.”
He waved as they drove away, gravel spitting out from under the tires as they headed down the long path to the road.
Milton pulled his phone out of his pocket and scrolled through Amie’s texts. She was wild all right. Taking a chance during work hours. Knowing that no matter what he was doing at that moment, her short sentences would tear away his concentration and he would do anything she asked.
Milton slipped his phone into the inner pocket of his jacket and grabbed his keys off the desk. He had no idea what would be waiting for him in his hotel room. And he couldn’t wait to find out.
Chapter 9
A package waited for Milton at his hotel. Approximately one foot by one foot, the box was wrapped in brown paper and had a card that read Do Not Open-Amie.
Very selfish of someone to send a gift and not allow the person to open it, he thought. He could open it, but that wasn’t part of the game they were playing. He’d promised he would put himself in her hands, sexually and emotionally. And if he had to admit, he’d never had so much fun. Not since college, since he took over the family business.
Milton’s BlackBerry rang as soon as he entered his room. The screen lit up, flashing the four letters he had come to know as his favorite. A-M-I-E. It wasn’t the first time his stomach leapt in excitement when he saw her name.
“Hello?”
“Did you get the package?” The sound of her sexy voice reached down to his cock. What was once flaccid now pushed hard against the front of his pants.
“I have it in my hands right now.” He would prefer to have her body in his hands. But Milton would take what he could get.
“Did you open it?”
“The card said not to open it.”
“Good boy. The package is for later.” Did that mean she had something up her sleeve for right now?
“What do you have in mind for right now?”
“I’m doing a little shopping.”
His excitement deflated. Milton thought for sure that she would be asking to meet him in his room. Apparently shopping was more important than their deal.
“Great.” Milton tried his best to be cool. No need to let her know he was disappointed.
“I’ve been thinking about you,” she said calmly. He could hear a tiny screech of metal on metal, like a hanger gliding across a rack.
“By the nature of your texts, I can see that.”
“I couldn’t help it. The vibrating pussy I was admiring was too realistic.”
Milton gripped his phone a little tighter.
“But I know my pussy is so much prettier.”
“What kind of shopping are you doing exactly?”
“I might be in a sex store.”
Milton’s cock throbbed against his pants.
“I want to buy something, but every time I pick something up I can’t help but think of your strong hands on my body. That you can do so much better than a piece of plastic.”
She knew what he wanted to hear, needed to hear. With her taking away control he needed to know that she was enjoying their game just as much as he was.
“I’m happy to be of service.”
“You are in my service, aren’t you?” Milton heard a rustle, and then Amie spoke softly away from the phone, “May I try this on, please?”
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going someplace where we can be alone.” He heard her say “thanks” and then a click–a lock being fastened.
“Why do we need to be alone?” Phone sex! Phone sex! Phone sex! He’d never experienced the pleasure of dirty talk over the phone. Not until he met Amie.
“I’ve had the urge to play all morning. I couldn’t wait for tonight. Do you want to play with me?”
“Yes!” he spat. “I mean, what kind of playtime do you have in mind?”
“The kind that involves touching. Me touching myself and you stroking your big, thick cock.”
Christ. She had a dirty mouth. And she was so carefree. She had no second thoughts as to masturbating in a change room in a public place. At least Milton was in his hotel room, alone. He settled on the chair in front of the wooden desk and leaned back, rubbing his cock through his pants.
“What are you wearing, Milton?” Her voice was low and seductive.
“A suit.” He grinned. “And an erection.”
“Just what I was hoping for. Why don’t you take off your jacket for me and get comfortable.” A rustle of bags and some clanking came through from the other end of the phone. Milton slipped one arm out of his jacket at a time, transferring the phone from one hand to the other.
“Done.” He hoped she wouldn’t stop with his jacket.
“I’m horny, Milton. And all alone in this change room. Tell me what you’d do to me if you were here.”
“Ah…” Amie was the dirty talker, not him. This was a challenge. One he did not intend to lose.
“Would you take off my pants?”
“Eventually. First, I would kiss you. I would press you up against the wall and rub my cock against your body.”
A soft agreement whispered from her lips. “But this isn’t about you, Milton. It’s about me. My pleasure. You are not to
come.” His cock throbbed harder now in his pants at her words.
“I would still kiss you. Then move down your body. I’d lift your shirt over your head and remove your bra, concentrating on your breasts for a while with my fingers and tongue.” He heard a soft whimper on the other end. “When your nipples are red and swollen I’ll kiss down your stomach. Licking at your skin with every inch of your zipper that pulls away.”
Milton’s cock begged for freedom and release, but he pushed it aside. He would concentrate on Amie, just like she had asked.
“I’m pulling down my jeans now,” she whispered softly.
Milton gulped, imagining her soft, supple thighs, thighs that he wished were gripping his waist.
“I just dropped them to the floor.”
“What do you have on under those jeans?”
“A white thong. A very wet, white thong.”
Milton growled into the phone. It was getting a little hot, too many clothes. He pulled at the knot of his tie and released the connection, pulling the satin material as it slid around his collar then finally slipped free. He started with his top button, the second, working with one hand as fast as he could.
“How do you know it’s wet?” he rumbled into the phone.
“I feel it. My fingers are rubbing my pussy right now.”
“Take that thong off. I want you bare. Every inch of your skin at my disposal so I can lick and kiss and suck you anywhere, everywhere I want.” Milton leaned back against the chair and kicked out his legs. Keeping his free hand tucked under his armpit to prevent it from straying to his erection.
“Milton…” she whispered into the phone. “Does it make you hot to know that there are people walking on the other side of this change room? It makes me hot.”
This was an extension of his preference to let men admire his women. He’d never thought of himself as the voyeuristic type, but knowing someone could walk in on her, that someone could be listening or even watching her right now, made his cock twitch in his pants.
Amie moaned. “I knew you’d like it.”
“Always thinking of me even when the end result is always about you.”
She chuckled, but it came out as more of a snort. But it wasn’t the time for laughing.
“Instead of your fingers rubbing your folds it’s my mouth. Suckling you, tasting all of you. Enjoying your sweet cream.” Another moan. “I suck your clit into my mouth. You’re going to come.”
“I am,” she cried.
“You’re going to come, all over my mouth. Let me taste you.”
“I’m coming.” Muffled sounds pierced his ears. No doubt she had pressed the phone between her ear and her shoulder.
“Milton!”
“That’s my brazen girl. Let them hear you.”
He heard her shudder through the phone, and he knew she had achieved release.
“Do you like lingerie, Milton?”
“I do.”
“Good. Because that surprise I have for you has everything to do with lingerie.”
Milton glanced over at the box that sat on the bed. Did she buy an outfit for him? One she would wear tonight.
“Stroke your cock for me.”
Milton released his straining cock from his pants and pumped with his fist.
“Imagine it’s my mouth sucking you hard and deep. Can you picture that?”
He grunted into the phone. It was his turn. “I wish it was your mouth, but I can make do.” Milton twisted his hand around his cock as he pumped.
“Mmm…you’re going to open that package and stroke your cock. Follow the instructions. We’ll have some more fun tonight. Until then….”
The call went dead. “Amie?” Milton pulled the phone away from his ear and looked at the screen, disconnected.
Milton let his head fall back and tried to catch his breath. He hadn’t realized he had been breathing so heavily. That’s what she did to him. Milton slowly got up from the chair and approached the bed. He picked up the package and turned it over in his hands. Ripping open one end of the brown wrapping, he revealed a plain brown box.
When he opened it, a digital picture frame stared back at him. Milton removed it from the box and underneath there was a blue card, like the one that had been taped to the front of the box. His instructions.
In thick black marker he read:
Choose one. Text me the description. Pick me up tonight at ten sharp. A
Choose one? Milton sat the digital frame on the desk and clicked the power button. When it powered up a slideshow began. A slideshow of Amie, clad in nothing but lingerie. Picture after picture of promiscuous poses and sexy outfits stared back at him. Amie in a black teddy, complete with garters and stockings. Amie in a light blue see-through material, only a tiny g-string underneath. Amie in a pale pink, frilly bustier with ruffled panties, a lollipop in her mouth. And his favorite by far, Amie in a leather bustier and leather short shorts, a black fedora on top of her straight blond hair.
Milton grabbed at his cock. He knew exactly what outfit he wanted to see in the flesh. But first, before he texted his decision, it was his turn for release.
Chapter 10
Amie directed Milton to turn left into a parking lot. He had to blink, once, twice, to make sure he wasn’t imagining the sign that stared back at him. Bright neon lights flickered in the night air, calling out to all men within a five kilometer radius. Solid Gold. The outline of a naked woman, first upright, then bent in half, then bent all the way over exposing her bottom, glowed beside the name.
“A strip club? We’re going to a strip club for our date.”
“Yep.”
“I haven’t been to a strip club since University. I think the last time Aleks…never mind.”
“Good call.”
Milton parked the car and turned off the engine. Removing the keys from the ignition he asked, “Are you serious? Is this some sort of test?”
“Test?”
“Don’t girls hate strip clubs? Are you expecting me to say ‘no, I don’t need to go in there, you’re enough for me’ or something?”
Amie snickered. “Don’t be so dramatic. We’re here to have a little fun.”
Milton took in the sight of the beautiful woman sitting beside him. “You look different tonight.” Beautiful, but different. Her eyes were darker, or the makeup around her eyes was darker, more intense. Red tinged her cheeks and the usual clear shine to her lips had been replaced with lipstick, a red matte finish.
“You don’t like it?” For a split second the confident woman that never apologized for her brazen attitude was replaced by an uncertain look.
“I love it,” he answered. “You look sexy and mysterious, and I don’t think I want to take you into that club knowing how good you look.”
She snickered, and the uncertain look disappeared. “I thought you like making other men jealous with a beautiful woman on your arm?”
That he did. Or he did with any woman but Amie. “You’re right.”
“Come on, handsome.” Amie placed her hand on the door latch. “Get ready to feel the jealousy.”
Milton followed her across the parking lot. She was even dressed differently tonight. Thigh-high boots encased her trim legs, and she covered her body with a black jacket tied tightly around her waist. It was a major detour from the t-shirts, yoga pants and jeans she could usually be found in.
They walked into the dark club. Milton nodded at the bouncer who allowed them immediate entry. The bass of the music pumped, reverberating off the walls, settling as a thump in his chest. He smelled sweat and sex and…Amie. Her scent wafted behind her, filling his nostrils, turning a dingy hole in the wall strip club into a sensory heaven.
A waitress called out, “Amie!” and motioned for them to take a seat.
Small round tables were scattered throughout the room, flanking a large stage where a brunette twisted and twirled on the pole. The waitress removed a tent card from the table where she had reserved their spot. Was Amie a regular? M
aybe she was a little more wild than he anticipated. Did she like women too?
“Hi, honey. Everything’s ready for you.”
“Thanks, Ginger. This is Milton. Milton, this is my friend Ginger.”
She held out her hand and shook his with a good grip. He couldn’t help but notice her breasts that spilled out of her tight corset and the matching thong that bared an attractive ass. And of course, if it wasn’t her occupation that gave away her name, it was the color of her hair, fire engine red.
“Nice to meet you, Ginger.”
“You too, sugar. What can I get you to drink?”
“My usual,” Amie answered. “And get my man here a Stella.”
“Sure thing, honey. I’ll bring a couple of shots too.” Ginger leaned in to Amie but spoke loud enough for him to hear, “He’s going to need it.”
Ginger winked before she walked away, a sexy sway that turned a few men’s heads on her way to the bar.
Amie sat down to enjoy the show. The brunette swung her legs up and around the pole, lowering herself to the floor. Milton watched but felt…nothing. Even when she removed everything but a tiny g-string, he still felt nothing. Not a spark of pleasure stirring in his groin, not an ounce of heat boiling in his belly. Not like when he looked at Amie. But something other than lust coursed through his veins when he looked at Amie, something different, unexpected, unwanted. Or so he thought a week and a half ago when he showed up in this city agreeing to a short fling.
Ginger set their drinks on the table and, like she had promised, placed two shots of clear liquid in the middle of the table. Amie squeezed the lime into her drink then took a sip. Then another, and another. Within seconds her glass had been drained, and she slammed it on the fake wood table.
“Are we in a rush? Should I be chugging my drink?”
“No, no rush.” Amie nervously looked around the room, her eyes scanning from corner to corner, from bar to door. She took in her surroundings as if marking all of the exits in case of an emergency. She fidgeted in her chair then bounced up. “I’ll be right back, okay?”
Milton acknowledged her with a tilt of his fancy pint glass and returned his gaze to the stage. He had no idea why she was acting so weird, but he wasn’t going to call her on it. No, he would wait until she wanted to talk. No sense in him being the one who cared too much.
