Sunday, December 31, 2006
12:27pm
It’s been nine days since I’ve spoken with Victor and five since I’ve seen him. The way he left me hanging made me feel… empty in that moment. I haven’t called him and he hasn’t called me. Maybe this is the best thing to do, although I think about him more than I probably should. That day when we left the mall, we said nothing to each other on the ride home and when he came over to talk business with Sam the day after Christmas; we said nothing to each other.
I don’t know what it is about him, or what he does to make me weak at the thought of him. No one has ever made me feel the way he does, not even Carmen. Yes, she made me feel good inside and out, but it’s something different about Victor. Could it be the spontaneous sexcapades we have? Or could it be this game of cat and mouse we play? I don’t know, but whatever it is, I like it. I like the way he holds me. I like the way he kisses me. I even like the way he talks aggressively to me during sex. It turns me on.
As much as I like him and the way he turns me on, I want so desperately to get him out of my head. Why can’t I do that? If he wants to play, I’ll play his game, but I aim to win. The next time he comes over to meet with Sam, I will do him like he did me. I will take him to a secluded place and seduce him until he’s about to bust and then leave him hanging… again. But this time, I’ll make sure he understands that I run this situation, and to never ignore me. Is that a double-standard? I don’t care if it is! This is MY cookie; I can choose to not give it all to him if I want. That’s how I see it, anyway.
There’s a knock at my door. It’s Savanna bringing my dress for today’s New Year’s Eve Party. “The makeup artist and hair stylist will be here in an hour. They’re glamming your mother right now. Your schedule for tomorrow is clear, and I have emailed your client’s list for the week. Your business cards came today and Lucia has lunch ready for you.”
“Thanks, Savannah. Can you make sure my schedule is clear for Tuesday as well? I know I’ll need the extra day to recoup.” My journal goes in the safe I’ve recently had to purchase after I caught my mother snooping around my room.
Savannah hangs my gown in the closet and pulls out four pairs of shoes for me to choose from. The Victoria Secret joggers cling to my butt as I make my way to the main house. Lucia has outdone herself again with an enormous lunch spread. “What’s the occasion?” I ask her.
“No occasion, some for party. Just getting out way right now so I drink with you,” she informs me.
“Well, it is after twelve so pour up.” I think before I continue. “Has Mother said anything to you about her test results? I know she has them because Raven told me. She said Mother has been aware of her disease for many years, and that she’s considering going out of the city for treatment for about a month. The best thing is she’s willing to get treatment. Do you think I should say something to her or wait until she says something to me?”
“Wait be better,” Lucia tells me.
“But what if she says nothing?” I ask her.
“Still wait. Maybe her will.”
“Wait it is,” I raise my glass, Lucia raises hers and we toast to waiting.
While we’re eating our lunch, my mother comes in with her hair and makeup looking flawless. “You look beautiful, Mother.”
“Don’t I!” she exclaims. She sits down and starts a conversation with Lucia about the event planner and how things are setup and decorated. “The guest will start arriving a little before seven, so make sure there’s plenty of hor d’oeuvres prepared. I see you have the chilled finger foods ready. Make sure they’re nice and refrigerated. When the planner gets here, can you show her how to set the food up? And, Serenity, can you ask Savannah to help with some decorations before she gets dressed?”
“I can do that,” I respond. Lucia yes ma’am’s to all the orders Mother gave her. I finish my lunch and my drink with Lucia before I go back to the pool house to get my hair done. The hairstylist is setting up. The shoe selection Savannah has set out waits for my approval. In need of a second opinion, she immediately comes when I call her. Putting on the dress reminds me of the episode of Victor and me in the changing room and in his SUV. I shake my head from side-to-side, removing the thoughts that are trying to take over my mind and body right now.
The silver GUCCI sling back heels are the first pair that I try on while standing in the mirror posing. Savannah shrugs her shoulders disapprovingly. The second pair is the all-white Sergio Rossi’s with a platinum toe. These are more of a stiletto and give me at least five additional inches of height, going from five-feet-nine inches to six-feet-two inches. Savannah gives them two thumbs up. I try on the third pair; white Christian Louboutin’s with diamonds covering the heel. Savannah says they’re too much for the dress. Once I’m done, I hang my gown above the Sergio Rossi’s. Savannah pairs the perfect clutch to match.
My feet slide into the Sergio’s as the mirror display a stunning reflection. Admiration overflows as I pose for myself. My makeup is immaculate, and my pinned-up curls are tightly tucked. Savannah walks in the room and she looks stunning as her silver gown grips to her tiny body, and her black stilettoes make her taller than what she really is. She pulled her hair into a long ponytail, revealing her perfect oval face. Her eye makeup brightens her light blue eyes but gives her pale skin a darker tint.
I pick up the silver clutch and we walk side-by-side to the party. It’s almost nine o’clock and a lot of the guests have arrived. When we walk in, Lucia greets us both with a glass of champagne. She looks stunning too, in her long white dress and black heels. The three of us go into the enormous living room—where most of the guests are mingling—and make the table of hor d’oeuvres our first stop.
“Well, don’t you ladies look nice,” I hear my mother say.
She stands with Sam in a black halter dress that’s cut right above her knees. She never wears white to the party. Sam has on an all-white tux and a black bowtie, I guess to match my mother’s dress. “You guys look amazing,” I tell them. Mother twirls around, showing off her dress.
“I try,” she replies. “We will go mingle with our guests. You ladies enjoy the night. And Happy New Year if I don’t see you before then.” Sam chuckles instead of saying thanks to the compliment.
“Same to you,” we all say in unison.
“Enjoy.” My mother and Sam both turn and walk away hand in hand.
I’m having a blast until I see Victor walk in with a gorgeous woman on his arm. I turn around and pretend I don’t see him. Savannah calls him over. I nudge her aggressively. They greet each other and he introduces his date while I turn my back. Her name is Fame. He says she’s one of his upcoming artists that he’s been working with. “Well… don’t you look spectacular?” I don’t respond or turn around because I’m not sure if he’s referring to me or Savannah. “Serenity,” he says.
My head turns to him and he looks delicious in his white pants, white blazer, and white V-neck t-shirt. I’m trying to keep my composer when I reply, “Thank you, Mr. White. You don’t look so bad yourself.”
“I love the hair,” he compliments.
“Thank you.” I turn around fully and direct my attention to his date. “Hello, I’m Serenity. Thank you for coming.” I slightly extend my fingers only.
“You’re welcome. My Victor needed a date and I wouldn’t dare let this art of a man come alone.” She leans in and caresses his chest instead. I wonder if he has sex with all his artists.
“I hope you guys enjoy the night. I will go get myself a drink. Savannah, would you come with me, please?” I need another drink to calm my nerves and my jealousy.
At the bar I say to her, “Was it obvious that he turned me on?”
“Just as obvious as his flirting was. You better watch out. I’ve heard a thing or two about Mr. White. You know I used to be one of his partner’s personal assistants.”
“Yes, and don’t remind me. He better watch out. Come on, let’s go dance.” I pull Savannah to the dance floor.
We dance to a few songs before my feet throb. I tell Savannah that I’m changing into some more comfortable shoes. “You need me to walk over there with you?” she asks.
“No. You stay here. Have a drink ready for me when I get back, and no champagne.” The crowd is thick as I make my way through the living room and into the hallway. Lucia is in the kitchen giving orders to the servers, but she notices me coming in. “Everyting okay, Sweet Serenity?”
“Yes, Lucia. I’m going to change into some more comfortable shoes,” I inform her.
“Don’t be too long countdown soon,” she reminds me.
“I won’t.”
Once in the pool house and in the closet, I kick the shoes off my feet and on top of another pair. The Alexander McQueen’s go well and are just as cute and comfortable. Someone comes through the door, “Savannah, is that you? You better have me a drink if it is.” When I exit the closet, I’m electrified on the inside to look up and see it’s Victor and not Savannah.
“May I help you?” I play hard to get.
“You may,” he says as he walks closer and begins kissing me. The feeling is too good to stop him. Instead, my arms find their way around his neck as I take every moment of his rapture in. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since that day.” The kissing stops as he stares into my eyes and sways from side-to-side to no music.
“So you ignore me to show me that?” I question him.
“No, me ignoring you was to teach you a lesson. As bad as it hurt me, it was something I needed to do,” he tells me.
“And what was the lesson?”
“Don’t ever, I mean ever, leave me hanging the way you did,” he advises me.
“How do we do this?”
“Business with benefits. You look beautiful in that dress. Now, can you take it off for a little while? I promise I won’t be long. I’ve been holding all this in since that day and I know once I get in it… Take it off and let me show you.”
The dress falls to the floor. He insists that the shoes stay on. He picks me up and lays me down on the bed. He tells me to wait a minute as he gets up to lock the door. When he returns, he removes his clothes and stands at my feet, staring down. Victor kneels at the foot of the bed and pulls me to the edge. He orders me to relax and I obey his request. Spreading my legs further apart, he kisses me, starting at my ankle, then up to my pelvis, one leg at a time. His nose rubs against my button and the friction causes me to jump and let out a sensual whine. He tells me to loosen up again, but my body wants him so badly it doesn’t know what relaxation is. His soft, thick, wet tongue plays patty cake on my clit. My fingers run through his hair as he teases the opening of my vagina with his finger while still licking in circular motions. My movements mimic his. He demands me to stop. His actions repeat: lick gently and then suck. Lick gently and then suck. He does this until my body weakens and I’m craving him like a pregnant woman craving ice cream.
“Please don’t stop,” I manage to plea.
“I won’t,” he says as he stops licking and sucking and climbs on top of me. He continues to stroke me with his finger as he slightly licks and suck my nipples one by one, the same way he licked and sucked my “button”. He stops penetrating me with his fingers and pushes both of my knees to my chest, placing the heel of my shoes on his rib cage. He gently eases inside of me. My vagina opens up to him. A loud moan escapes his lips when my muscles tighten around his Mandingo like a leather glove. I grip his waist, digging into his skin. He grunts louder and announces my name. My body tenses up as I explode all over him. He pulls out and tells me to turn over. I turn over, get on my knees and push my weak upper body up with my hands. “No,” he says as he pulls my legs down and lays me flat on my stomach. I arch my perfectly round butt about five inches in the air. His hands are gentle as he caresses both butt cheeks. He plants wet and soft kisses on each cheek; going from left to right. He massages them, but stops kissing and starts licking; licking my cookie from the back. I collapse and he gently pulls me back into him. He takes his time, not being greedy, just enjoying the treat. His body slowly climbs on top of me and he opens me from behind. This time, when I collapse, he pulls me up on my knees as he remains inside. I push myself up with my hands, but he pushes my upper body back down, leaving only my butt hiked in the air. He orders me to grip the heels on my shoes and hold on tight. He thrusts as far inside as he can and begins moving in a circular rotation. I release the heel and crawl forward. He crawls with me. My body can’t take what he’s giving me. He slows down and continues to rotate. Going slow and steady, our moans fill the air with every gyration. He reaches under me and gently caresses my breast with one hand, while he massages my clit with the other. I move and he begs me to stop. I keep moving. He begs. I stop for a second and then move again in the same circular cycle, and he begs and pleads until I explode all over him again. He follows with three pushes inside of me and then pulls out. He falls on top of me from behind and whispers in my ear, “Happy New Year.” I look at the clock and sure enough, it’s twelve o’clock on the dot.
Victor’s phone rings, but he doesn’t budge. My phone then rings and it’s too far for me to reach. Otherwise, I would’ve answered it. There’s a knock at the door. Victor’s body weight enables my ability to move. “They’ll go away,” he implies.
By the time Victor and I go another round and then head back to the party, it’s almost 2am, and it’s still packed; it usually is until sunrise. We enter at separate times through separate doors. No one questions my whereabouts, but Lucia and Savannah give me a look as if they already know where I’ve been. My mother and Sam are on the dance floor, grooving like it’s their last dance. I’m sure they’re both under the influence by now. I make my way to the open bar and order tequila on the rocks and a Heineken when Victor walks up behind me and asks if I’d like to dance. I turn to face him after getting my drinks and reply, “That’s not a part of business, nor is it a part of the benefits, so no thank you.” I walk away and join Savannah, who’s sitting at a table talking to some guy. She looks like she needs a rescuing from the Big Bad Wolf, so my intrusion won’t make a difference.
“Can you excuse me for a second… or two, please?” She says to him, then turns around and rolls her eyes in the back of her head and mouths, “Thank God.”
The guy remains seated so I peek around her and say, “Actually, she’ll come find you when we’re done. It’s a woman thing.” He eventually gets up and walks away. A flood of questions about my whereabouts follow. I smile and shrug.
“Both of you were MIA. You’re an adult, Ms. Moore; just make sure you’re careful with him. He tends to—”
I cut her off, “I think he needs to be more careful with me than I need to be with him.” I give a wink in confirmation that I know what I’m doing, and we both burst into laughter.
“You didn’t!” she exclaims.
“Didn’t what? Put it on him? I tried to in every way possible.” A blush flashes across my face.
Lucia joins us as we continue in amusement. “Why so funny, you two? Sweet Melly Baby fucks fine man?” she asks as she takes the seat next to me.
“Sh! You mean Serenity.”
“Me sorry. Me forget.” She looks down.
“It’s okay, Lucia.” I squeeze her hand.
We continue our night sitting at the table talking, laughing, and enjoying each other for another two hours. Our drinks have set in and we’re all feeling them, so we turn in. Savannah volunteers to walk Lucia to her wing of the house and says she’ll have a driver take her to her downtown apartment, but Lucia insists that she stay in a bedroom on her side of the house. Savannah agrees.
After they leave, I go to the pool house, taking my shoes off as I walk across the path. When I flick the light switch on, only Victor is sitting on the bed. “More benefits?” he asks.
“Not tonight, I’m a little sore down there,” I say while pointing to my cookie.
“Can cuddling be a part of our benefits deal?”
“Sure, it can.”
We both undress and get in bed. He cuddles me from behind and his manhood rise to the occasion. That’s all it took to turn me on as I toot my ass into his erection, which leads to more all-night sexcapades. How will I ever be able to work with this man regularly without wanting to have a piece of him?