Show Me the Bling

by Cyndi Redding

  “If you ask me, Dennis, you really need to stay.”

  Chapter Five

  After the meeting, my old drinking buddy, George, and Roland and I went to a restaurant for lunch. I was surprised to find another guy who knew me there—the proprietor. He was a wiry little man with a hyperactive disposition and a French accent. To my delight, he was happy to see me and welcomed me with enthusiasm.

  I was hoping, not only for more information, but maybe even a free lunch. This guy seemed to think I was the coolest.

  “Big D, sit here at my best table. I’ll bring a nice bottle of wine, and we can...”

  I sensed Roland and George stiffen, so I held up my hand to stop him. “No, thanks. No wine this morning, my friend.”

  He stared at me while I sat down and got comfortable. “You look different, Big D. Je ne c’est pas que…”

  “I feel fine. But I’ll let you in on a little secret.”

  The guy leaned toward me, and I whispered. “I don’t know who you are.”

  He snapped upright. I quickly added, “Please don’t be offended. I don’t know who I am either. I have amnesia.”

  He looked to my companions, and they confirmed it. Once he recovered from his shock, he said, “Mon Deux, now a couple of things make perfect sense. I’m Andre. We have often shared some wine, some laughs, and some women whenever you’re in town.”

  He glanced at my companions, perhaps expecting revulsion. He got no reaction whatever, so he continued. “I saw you Tuesday, but only briefly. You stopped by the restaurant to tell me where the best party was. You always arranged the best parties. I went over after later, but you weren’t there.”

  “Yeah, according to witnesses, I fell off the balcony and onto my head. They took me to the hospital, and when the x-rays showed that my brains weren’t spilling out, they let me go. The ER was pretty busy that night, and I didn’t have insurance—at least none that I knew of.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that. I wish you had called me. I would have been glad to help.”

  “Do you know anything about me? I mean, my real name? My address?” I was so hopeful. He came off like a good friend.

  “No. I am sorry. We met at a party, and you came to see me here. I don’t know your name except that you’re called Big D. The women came up with it. I think it stands for...”

  “Yes, that much I know.” I was becoming irritated. Why didn’t anyone know my real name? Was I living a double life? Did I have a wife and kids somewhere? Geez, I hoped not.

  “You know, now that I think about it, there was a guy looking for his brother that night, and the description he gave could have fit you. It didn’t occur to me until now.”

  At last! Some sort of clue. “Really? I have a brother?”

  “It might have been your brother. He was steaming mad. He said your father had sent him, and he knew you were around there somewhere.”

  “I have a father too?” This was exciting news. Of course, I was hoping that once they knew I broke curfew due to amnesia they would forgive me. “So, how will I find him? Did he leave an address?”

  “No, but he did say he’d be back.”

  “Okay, that’s good news.” I turned to Roland and said, “Listen, there’s something I need to do before I get dragged home by an irate brother.”

  “What is it?” he asked.

  “I need to see a girl. She’s working in the warehouse district until four-thirty. Is there any way I can get a ride to the culinary school?” I knew better than to ask for trolley fare.

  “I know where it is. I’m sorry. Don’t have a car since I lost my license.”

  George said, “I’d help you out, but I have to get to work, and I take the trolley in the other direction.”

  Andre shrugged. “I can’t leave the place for long, but I should be able to take you over and drop you out front. The parking situation is terrible over there, but if I don’t have to stop...”

  “No need to stop. If you’ll slow down close to the sidewalk, I’ll jump out and be grateful.”

  He laughed and said he’d get his coat.

  “Oh, and if either of you see my brother, tell him where I am. I’ll probably go back to her place for the night. She lives in the Garden district.”

  “What’s her address?” Roland asked.

  “I didn’t notice.”

  “Uh oh. This isn’t a new relationship is it?”

  “No. We’re just friends.” I didn’t lie, exactly. She and I didn’t have a relationship, yet, but I was about to fix that.

  “Good. That’s the last thing you need when you’re trying to straighten out your life.”

  Andre returned with his coat, and I was anxious to go. Roland stood when I did and offered me his hand. I clasped it, and he pulled me into a man hug, slapping me on the back a couple of times.

  “Take care of yourself. I hope to see you again, but if I don’t, just remember that AA will work if you work it. In other words, go to as many meetings as possible once you get home.”

  I nodded and told him I appreciated all he had done for me.

  * * *

  Andre stopped in front of the culinary school, and as soon as I was on the sidewalk he waved and drove off. I ran up the steps and followed signs to the office. It was only three o’clock, so I might have to wait for her to finish her workday, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t have my way with her in some secluded closet. It had been two days, and I was almost salivating at the thought of stuffing my full-to-bursting cock inside my willing partner. My penis was diamond hard just picturing her in the doggy position.

  I found the office and threw open the door. She had been bending over a low filing cabinet and her sweet ass was staring me right in the face. Oh, drool!

  She stood and whirled around. When she saw me, she broke into a wicked grin.

  “I’ve been thinking about you.”

  I leapt over the desk and swept her into my arms. “I’ve been thinking about you too. Where can we go to fuck? I can’t wait until you get home.”

  She giggled and said, “Just close the door. My boss is out for the afternoon, and I’m not expecting anybody.”

  I leapt over the desk again, closed the door and pulled off the T-shirt she gave me. “Let me see your bare ass bent over this desk.” My voice was raspy and her eyes had sparks in them. She turned on the radio and did a slow strip for me. I thought I was going to die.

  First she unbuttoned her white, silk blouse. Her large tits were held prisoner in a white, lace bra. Oh, but it pushed them up so high, and made her cleavage so luscious, I couldn’t complain. Next, she unzipped the back of her black, pencil skirt and let it slide to the floor. She wore a thong and stockings, not pantyhose. She was about to roll down the lace tops, but I was going to lose it if I didn’t bury myself in her, soon.

  “Leave them on,” I was panting as I fumbled with my jeans, getting out of them as fast as I could.

  She giggled and bent over the desk. She spread her legs and pushed her bottom up in the air. My manhood was throbbing. I positioned myself right behind her and shoved my cock in. I was home. Ahhh...

  I fucked her hard, and she moaned even harder. I didn’t think the radio would drown out her screams when she came, so I pulled out and flipped her over on her back. “When you climax, I’m going to put my mouth over yours and you can scream into it all you like. I yanked her down over the edge of the desk, so I could bury my shaft in her cunt again and hold the soft globes of her ass in my hands at the same time.

  Oh, God, I loved fucking her where we could get caught. I loved fucking her in private too. Oh, I should just admit it. I loved fucking her. She didn’t know it yet, but if I got what I wanted, I’d be fucking her silly for years to come.

  She shuddered and her moans were becoming loud, or should I say, louder. I clamped my mouth over hers and she let go. She convulsed and exhaled a scream into my mouth. Then she took in a deep breath through her nose and did it again as she continued to shake and spasm. It was a g
ood thing I knew how loud this lusty girl could yell and kept my mouth sealed over hers because she kept coming and screaming.

  I wondered if all women were capable of this kind of complete and utter abandon to their sexual gratification. She certainly rode hers to the very end. At last I could let up on her mouth. She gasped and panted, but she was smiling from ear to ear.

  She wrapped her limp legs around me, and I felt the scratch of that stupid anklet. How did she get stockings on if she never removed it? She must take it off sometimes. Why was it so damned important? Another emotion overwhelmed me. Jealousy. That ankle jewelry had to go.

  “Get those rhinestones out of my back.”

  She straightened her legs and I grabbed her by the feet and kept fucking. I glared at the cheap jewelry and it broke falling to the floor.

  “Oh! My anklet!”

  “Can’t fix it now,” I said, and I drove in and out of her at a furious pace. She lay back and panted, gripping the sides of the desk. At last, I came in an earth-shattering, orgasm. If she thought I was going without satisfaction, she was wrong. She understood how badly I needed this and didn’t complain.

  She milked the last drops out of me by clenching my penis with her pussy muscles, hard. When I could breathe again, I asked her a surprising question.

  “Ah, Mandy?”

  “Yes?” she said, still panting.

  “Will you be my girlfriend?”

  * * *

  Sneaking out a little before four, we bounded down the steps holding hands. Out on the sidewalk stood a handsome man. His arms were crossed, and he was frowning. I was about to walk right past him when he reached out and grabbed my sleeve.

  “Where do you think you’re going?” he demanded.

  What the... Could this be anklet guy? “Home with my girlfriend, pal. Get your grubby hands off my jacket.”

  He stood stock-still and looked me up and down, but he didn’t let go of my leather jacket.

  “What’s your problem, pal?”

  He tipped his chin up and stared down his long, straight nose at me. “I’m not your ‘pal.’”

  Some sort of recognition or familiarity occurred. He was right. Whatever we were to each other, we weren’t friends. I sensed a long and thorny relationship, something intense and antagonistic. This might be the brother who was searching for me.

  “Do I know you?” I asked.

  One side of his mouth curled up in a smirk. “Then it’s true. You really don’t know who you are.”

  “That’s correct. All I know is that some people call me Big D, and another guy thought my name was Dennis. So what’s your vote?”

  “Dennis is pretty close. In fact, you’ve been using that name in English speaking countries for a while.”

  “Really? So, where am I from, and who the fuck are you?”

  “I’m you’re half-brother, Apollo. Your name is Dionysus. We live on Mount Olympus.”

  I gawked at him and couldn’t believe the line of bull he was feeding me. He must have thought the fall left me mentally retarded, not amnesic.

  “Get lost.”

  “Listen, it was really amusing to see you sitting at AA meetings, and I even enjoyed it when you were mugged and eating out of garbage cans, but after that, we had to step in.”

  “Who put you up to this?”

  “Our father sent me.”

  “Yeah, sure, and his name is probably Zeus, right?”

  “It is.”

  At that, I burst out laughing. Poor Mandy stood there mute the whole time, but she looked a little nervous. This guy was obviously nuts and making her uncomfortable.

  “Come on, Mandy. Let’s go home.” I put a protective arm around her shoulder. I wouldn’t want to let anything happen to her.

  The guy chuckled. “You have a girlfriend. A woman you’re living with?”

  “What of it?” He was really annoying me now. Why was it so hard to believe I had a girlfriend? I was an attractive man.

  “I guess I’ll have to be more specific about who you are. You’re a God.”

  “Look, hero worship is nice and all, but...”

  He burst out laughing. I was past the point of aggravation and all the way to pissed off.

  When he finally stopped laughing he said, “I’m not worshiping your sorry ass. You have cult followers for that, but I’m certainly not one of them. In fact, you’re letting them down right now. You’re supposed to take over for me in Delphi for the winter months while I vacation in the North. I guess you thought you’d sneak out for the big party, and then you fell on your head. Now why doesn’t that surprise me?”

  Mandy was trembling.

  “Just shut up. You’re a sick bastard who heard the story of my amnesia and thought you’d play mind games with me. I don’t know who you are, but I know I don’t like you. Now get the hell out of here.”

  I guided Mandy away from him, until he called out, “I’m going to tell dad you said that!”

  Then, we ran.

  * * *

  Mandy and I spent the following weeks together. She had to be right about the substitution thing, because I never missed drinking when we were having sex. So we had a lot of it. Every morning before she went to work, I’d haul her ass back to bed and screw her doggie style—that was our favorite position. I wanted her to think about me all morning.

  Sometimes I’d meet her at work for lunch, and we’d have sex there. The janitor’s closet was so small I had to fuck her standing up, but we found a nice position we called the double helix.

  If we missed our lunch date, we’d both be horny as hell. After work she’d hurry home, and I’d attack her the minute she walked in the door, either dragging her to the bedroom or down on the rug or, often, we’d fornicate on the couch.

  We named some of our other favorite positions. Let’s see, there was the ‘Betty rocker,’ the ‘hamstring sandwich,’ the ‘Harvey wall-banger,’ the ‘table dance,’ the ‘yoga instructor,’ the ‘tug boat,’ and the ‘jaws of life.’

  Once she didn’t get a chance to close the door. I grabbed her, threw down on the kitchen floor, and fucked her brains out in the ‘greasy spoon’ position. The landlady always gave me a wave and a wink after that.

  Of course, I’m a guy, so I’m not emphasizing the love part, but you should know we were absolutely crazy about each other. She enjoyed my sense of humor, even my antics and practical jokes. She said she had laughed more in six weeks with me than she had in her whole life.

  I couldn’t believe how much she cared about making me happy. She’d bring home edible underwear or whip up a batch of flavored massage oil. Man, could she rub!

  She was adventurous and would try absolutely anything I wanted to do. We made love in public bathrooms, in parking garages, even in the back of the trolley once. She treated me like the man I wanted to be. Hers, forever.

  When we had made it the forty days of lent with no alcohol, we decided to celebrate with a big party. She and Brandy had repaired their friendship, especially after she told her that I was making her deliriously happy, and that I hadn’t screwed anyone but her all that time. I also planned to pop the question that night. I had just landed a good job as a party planner and could afford to pull my weight. She was an angel for putting up with my dependency on her for as long as she did.

  The damndest thing happened when I went to look at rings, though. I knew I couldn’t afford any, but I decided to look anyway—just to torture myself, I guess. I saw the most beautiful diamonds glittering brightly and just knew Mandy had to have one, if not several. She had never fixed or replaced her anklet. I wanted to give her one with real diamonds, just to one up whoever had come before me. I cursed under my breath and had to leave with nothing.

  I walked away from the store depressed and wishing like hell I could have found something in my price range, when, laying there right in front of me, I found a brilliant diamond ring on the sidewalk. It was loaded with smaller diamonds surrounding the big one in the center. It reminded me of gra
bbing her breast and finding her big erect nipple among the smaller, less impressive stones on many of her shirts.

  This ring sparkled more brilliantly than any jewelry in the store. I grabbed it and stuck it in my pocket. I walked a few more paces, and something caught my eye in the gutter. Damned if it wasn’t a diamond anklet. Okay, I was no fool. I grabbed that too.

  Mandy’s and my party was scheduled for the following night, and it would be great, but I wanted to surprise her with the anklet first while we were alone. She’d probably wonder if I stole it, but I’d tell her the truth. We always told each other the truth. The only reason I didn’t know who had given her the anklet was because of our ‘Don’t ask, don’t tell policy.’ Specifically, that meant if we weren’t prepared to hear the truth, whatever it might be, we shouldn’t ask the question.

  As soon as I got home, I made dinner. I had been doing the cooking and insisting she eat more than one meal at the school. I prepared a rolled roast with stuffing and cut it into thick pinwheels. I froze a few for later and planned to place her anklet in a pinwheel shape on her empty plate. I’d serve myself first so she could see what we were having, and then I’d serve her diamonds.

  She walked through the door, and I threw the roast in the preheated oven right before she grabbed my ass. That was all the encouragement I needed.

  I practically ripped off her clothes, and had her lean over the sink. She teetered, and then stabilized nicely once her forearms were flat against the bottom of the porcelain surface for balance. With her cute ass in the air, she was perfect for banging in the ‘bobbing for apples’ position. I took a deep breath and appreciated the view as I took my jeans off. I was already bare from the waist up, knowing that as soon as she got home all I had to do was yank off my pants and I’d be fucking her.

  I tested her wetness. Oh, yeah. She was moist for me. I positioned my steel cock against her cunt and penetrated. Once I had her impaled on my penis, I reached around and grabbed her tits, massaging and squeezing them as they hovered over the sink. She was already breathing heavy and the moaning started as soon as I pinched her hard nipples and rolled my fingers over them.