A Condo with Two Views (12 page)

As we entered, I grabbed Jack’s hand. He
looked down at me and squeezed my hand. The club was what I had
expected, dark and loud. While it was busy, the bouncers moved a
couple of tables together and managed to find a decent spot for our
small gang to sit. The dancers advanced on our table in droves,
hoping to lure us in a private dance. Jack and I just wanted to
hang out with friends and enjoy the atmosphere.

To our complete and utter surprise, Jack
and I recognized one of the strippers! She moved into our building
a short time ago, and both of us had seen her in the lobby and
elevators. She was edgy looking, but really sexy. I was always
intrigued by these daring girls who covered almost all of their
beautiful bodies with tattoos. Would they ever regret having so
many?

While our neighbor was dancing up on the main
stage, I suggested to Jack that maybe we should get her to dance
for us. Always up for an antic, Jack was all over the idea. An hour
later, as she sauntered around the club, he caught her attention
and summoned her over. She recognized us in return, but luckily
couldn’t place us. Jack played it brilliantly. He inferred that
perhaps she knew us from the club.

Sexi Lexi, as her named turned out to be,
sat on Jack’s lap – but showered me with attention and compliments.
I bet she played every couple this way, from years of experience.
With a couple, if you alienate the woman, you’re doomed. Win over
the chick, and the guy will happily pay. She sat on Jack’s lap, but
directed her attentions and sales pitch to me. Meanwhile, unbeknown
to her, we were pre-sold from the moment we recognized
her.

I wasn’t surprised when Jack directed Lexi to
dance for me. She was good, really good. She seduced me with her
eyes, as she took position between my legs. Before touching me, she
started to run her hands all over her own body. Except, she didn’t
touch the naughty bits early on; I was going to have to wait for
that. Instead she teased me, dancing with confidence, and then she
ran her fingertips along my neck, which made me shiver. Lexi had
methodical sultry movements. Even the way she flicked her hair,
splashing it across my face. She breathed heavily into my ear, even
nibbling on my earlobe with her lips.

Then she removed her sexy Victoria Secret
black-laced bra and a black sequin belt, leaving only her tiny
thong. She grazed the very tips of her nipples against my
cheek.

I found myself admiring her moves.
Actually, I cannot tell a lie, I found myself admiring her perfect
little nipples. I found myself thinking that I could learn a few
things from her. She had moves that would work like a charm for my
Dom husband.
Could I learn some of those stripper moves?
Hell, I already know how to
twerk, and that was before the whole Miley craze. But Lexi had a
plethora of techniques that could add to any repertoire.

Lexi walked us back to our table, as is
customary of the dancers. Once there, Jack enquired about getting
some one-on-one dance lessons for me. I could overhear them, and
when Lexi glanced in my direction, I nodded enthusiastically to
signal my endorsement of the idea.

“You are a mastermind,” I said to Jack, after
Lexi left us. I gave him a hug.

“All in good fun,” he smiled back.

I’d work out the details later, but with
Lexi living right in our building it should be easy enough. We took
a cab ride home, and I snuggled up close to my hubby. Just the
thought of Lexi coming to our condo made me wet with desire. I was
so bothered with need; Jack glanced at me as I squirmed in my seat.
Being discreet, he faced forward while his hand slowly caressed its
way under my skirt and between my thighs. His hand was warm and
firm as it traveled up toward my throbbing cunt. I wore no panties
that night, Jack insisted. He dipped fingers into my dripping pussy
hole and found my hardened clit, circled it lightly. Around and
around. Mmmm.

It was the most pleasurable cab ride I had
ever experienced.

Chapter 7. A Day in the Life

Jack’s View:

I’ve heard older people say that life is a
series of compromises. You cou
ld travel more, and save less; or work more, and retire
earlier; or eat in great restaurants, and own nothing. All I kept
thinking was: I have a smokin’ hot wife who loves to fuck. We’re
married, happy and very much in love. We own our condo in downtown
San Francisco. We’re young, healthy, and our careers are off to a
great start. ‘Enjoy the moment’ I told myself because the other
thing that older people tell me is that the joy ride of life moves
super fast. I was determined to appreciate the fun and craziness of
it all.

Chloe and I
were both high energy, and both of us keep busy schedules. We
stayed in touch during the day, but within reason. I didn’t want us
to become one of those couples that texted each other 400 times a
day. That would drive me nuts.

Today in
particular, we barely communicated. I was stuck in meetings most of
the day working on an important new business pitch. Chloe had a
very rare day off, and she was running errands and catching up with
friends.

Mid-morning I
got a phone call from Benito. He can be a pain in the ass at times.
When he calls, he wants immediate attention. Turns out his
development company just got approval to build another condominium
complex on the other side of town, and he called to set up briefing
meetings with me. Usually, this meant that I would visit the site,
and ultimately, handle all the branding/naming of the project
including determination of the target market and marketing
strategy. To me, the coolest thing to do was to name a new building
after the area that it is in. So names like ‘New Vista’, or ‘Market
Street Tower’, or ‘Fifteen Fifteen’ which was named after the
address is acceptable. The worst thing to do is to name it
something really pretentious like the ‘The Success Embassy.’ Who
would want to live in a place with such a ridiculous name? Imagine
someone asked which condo you’re in and you had to answer: ‘I live
the Success Embassy.’ I would just point, and say ‘Over there.’

One good thing
about Benito is that was that he tended to listen to most of my
recommendations, and put a lot of faith in my opinion. The other
good thing of course, was how well he compensated me. I still
couldn’t believe how much he discounted the price of our condo. So,
while he may have been a douche at times, at least he made it worth
my while financially.

Just as the
conversation was ending, he asked for a small favour. Since my
condo was fully furnished and nicely decorated, he wanted to show
it to a prospective buyer who was thinking of buying a similar
unit, two floors below. I told him that, as it turned out, Chloe
was home for the day. She would be there to greet them.

I texted her to
let her know that Benito would drop by soon, and then I carried on
with my meetings.

Two hours later
I got a text from Chloe: ‘
Benito came and went. Going for, guess
what – yup, dance lessons now, lol.
’

I had almost
forgotten that Chloe was tentatively scheduled to meet up with Lexi
for the first of their lessons. Knowing Chloe, she’d wait until all
five of the sessions were complete, and she had the moves down-pat,
before doing a dance for me. At least, it gave me something to look
forward to.

The day dragged
on. Every time I met a deadline, a new request surfaced. Every time
I put out a fire, a new one sparked up. For every phone call
returned, a new voice message appeared. For every email returned,
two new ones appeared.
Oh well, fuck it.
Late in the
afternoon, a few of my colleagues and I decided that we would do
our brainstorming for the new business pitch in a nearby pub. It
was always more enjoyable to jam on ideas over a beer, anyway. It
gets the creative juices flowing, as they say.

Six of us went
for beers. While our intent was to talk about business, we talked
about anything but. Sports. Music. Our waitress. Movies. Sons of
Anarchy. Politics. The news. Women. Sports again, but this time
basketball, not football. Our waitress again, but this time her
ass, not her tits.

Chloe and I
texted one more time, to discuss dinner. I told her I’d bring home
Thai food. She had finished her lesson with Lexi and was now having
a coffee at Starbucks with her friend Holly.

‘
Is
everything OK with Holly?’
I texted.

‘
The usual.
More or less, yes.’
Chloe replied.

Holly had been
relapsing of late, and I knew Chloe was concerned. We had decided a
short time ago to stop loaning Holly money, as it only seemed to
fuel her drug use. We kept reminding ourselves that we weren’t
doing her any favors by giving her money as it would just end up in
her arm, or up her nose. Showing tough love isn’t as easy as it
sounds. You feel like shit when a friend needs you and you have to
say no. That said, in the case of a druggie friend, it’s for their
own damn good.

I picked up one
spicy Thai noodle with chicken and one lemongrass beef over rice on
the way home. We’d probably split the orders, so we could each have
some of both. Even with food, Chloe and I were on the same
page.

It felt good to
finally get home after such a long day. I had a nice bottle of Napa
Valley Pinot Noir tucked away and waiting for us, which I
anticipated should hold up nicely with the Thai food. Upon opening
the door, I could hear conversation, and I realized we had company.
There was no doubt in my mind that, unwilling to give her money,
Chloe likely suggested Holly come have dinner at our place instead.
No matter what, it was ok by me. I would never turn my back on a
friend of Chloe’s.

“I texted you,
but it must have been while you were driving,” Chloe said, as she
greeted me warmly at the door with a hug and a kiss.

“No problem,
darling.” I whispered.

The three of us
shared the two Thai dishes. Holly kept going out on the balcony to
have a cigarette. Her body was craving something, and nicotine
served as a distraction. We all hung out for a while, and then I
retired into the bedroom to do some work. It wasn’t so much that I
needed
to do work, but I wanted to give Chloe and Holly some
additional girl-talk time. Eventually, I turned my laptop off,
while the faint sound of conversation still emanated from our
living room.

In the middle
of the night I awakened to find Chloe snuggled up beside me. She
was curling into my body for additional warmth.

“Holly is
sleeping on our couch,” she said.

“No worries,
hun.”

In the morning,
we made coffee while Holly slept. We decided to let her stay in the
condo while we went to work. We jokingly asked each other if there
was any cash hanging around. Not that Holly would ever
intentionally steal from us, but cash would be too tempting to
resist.

I didn’t give
it a second thought while at work. I’m sure Chloe was in touch with
Holly, checking in with her by phone, but it had completely slipped
my mind. I got home at a reasonable time that evening, only to find
our front door slightly open. Inside, Chloe was sitting on our
couch, all alone, crying.

“She stole your
jewelry, Jack,” she looked up at me with sadness in her eyes.

“What jewelry?”
It was a genuine question as I had a couple of watches, and a few
pieces of gold that my grandmother had given me, but the word
jewelry threw me off.

In our bedroom
sure enough, Holly had gone searching, probably for money, and
found my Rolex, my Movado, and yes, the gold necklace, tie pin and
cross that my grandmother had gifted me as a child. I asked Chloe
about her jewelry box, which was filled with expensive stuff,
relative to mine. Among other things, I had recently purchased her
a set of diamond earrings. Luckily Chloe had hidden it away, and
Holly never found it. Chloe looked around, and as far as she could
gather, the only things stolen were my two watches, and gold.

“I’m so sorry,
Jack.”

“Awww, listen
darling, who cares?” I gave Chloe a big long hug, “It’s just stuff,
not that important.”

It took me a
good twenty minutes to reassure her, that in grand scheme of
things, the loss of a few material things was insignificant. I also
went out of my way to ensure Chloe knew I did not blame her, or
hold her responsible in any way. Letting Holly spend the day at our
place was a joint decision. I tried to explain that – bigger than
the material loss – this was a true sign of just how desperate
Holly had become. It must have torn Holly apart to steal our stuff,
but a druggie can’t control him or herself.

Shortly
afterward Chloe received a text:
‘Sorry. Had to do it. I will
repay you both. Promise. I will. Consider it a loan.’

Chloe and I
looked at each other thinking the same thing:
yeah
right.

Chloe’s View:

It felt so nice to have a mid-week day
off. They were re-doing the carpeting in our law office, and the
company decided to give the entire staff the day off. It was a
bonus vacation day, and a pleasant sunny San Francisco one at that.
Jack was busy with his big new business pitch, or
perhaps
, he would have
joined me. Although, I must admit, I was looking forward to
accomplishing a lot in one day.

In the morning, I tried to get a few
errands done. I was still re-arranging wedding photographs, both
digital pictures and printed photos, which I was assembling into
three albums. I was also tidying up and putting things in their
proper place. I found a glass butt plug in my underwear drawer, and
set it atop my end table so I could re-wash it and put it in the
box where we store our sexy toys. Funny how things like the
flashlight, the scissors, the screwdrivers, or the butt plugs
always seem to mysteriously move around the house, on their own.
Well, at least my butt plug wasn’t in the kitchen drawer. That
would be difficult to explain to Jack’s mom.