Indulgence (139 page)

“Holy shit.” That’s all I can find to say. The cart sitting
in the middle of the room when I wake is the most fantastic display of culinary
excess that I’ve ever seen. Nestled on overflowing serving platters are
strawberries and cream, sticky buns, eggs, sausage, bacon, biscuits and gravy,
bananas, tangerines, pineapple, kiwi, and some kind of sauce to dip the fruit
in.
Oh, wouldn’t it be wonderful if it were butterscotch?
, my
half-asleep brain giggles.

“Yeah. They put out quite a spread. Okay, listen,” Jaz says
as he ties his tie, “I’ve got to run. Misty will be here in a little over an
hour for you. Nine o’clock. Be ready. She’s got a lot planned for you today.
And here,” he says, handing me a handful of folded bills. “Make sure you pay
for her lunch. It’s the least we can do.”

“Got it. Misty. Nine o’clock. Pay for her lunch. Big day.
What should I wear?”

“Got a little dress and maybe some flat sandals?”

“Yep.”

“That’s what I’d suggest. And take some athletic shoes and
socks with you, in case she wants to take you somewhere that’ll require a lot
of walking, like the zoo or somewhere like that.”

“Good idea! So what time will you be done?”

He shrugs as he fastens on his watch and slips everything
into his pants pockets. “I’m not sure. Sometime between five and six, I hope.
I’ll be working alongside her husband today, so he’ll call her when we’re wrapping
up so you two can meet us for dinner.”

“Oh! That sounds like fun!” As I talk, I chew up a sausage
link and sprinkle pepper on my eggs. “What’s the sauce?” I ask, pointing at the
little tureen.

“Caramel.” I guess I make a sad face because he laughs out,
“Let me guess: You wanted butterscotch.”

“Bingo!” I yell out and shriek with laughter. To my
surprise, he crosses the room to me and sinks down on his knees in front of me.
My mouth drops open.

“Kimmie, last night was incredible. It was so much fun and,
god, girl, I can’t believe how well you took that fucking.”

“I wanted more,” I assure him, my eyes staring into his.

“Oh, you’re gonna get more, to be sure, and probably this
evening.”

“Good.” I look up at the clock. “How far away is the plant?”

“I’d better go,” he says in answer to my question. “I’ll
call you a couple of times during the day. But have fun, please?”

“Yes, my liege,” I intone in my most serious voice and do a
fake bow from my chair.

“Good god, you’re silly. And I love it.” Jaz rises to his
feet and then kisses the top of my head. “I’ll see you this evening. Have a fun
day and enjoy yourself. Please have Misty take some pictures and send them to
me. I’d love to see what you’re up to.”

“Yes, Sir, I’ll do that. Bye, baby.” I rise and make it to
the door before he has a chance to get out. When my hand reaches out and
touches his arm, he spins around and grabs me up in his arms.

“Bye. I love you, Kimmie.”

I smile into his eyes. “I love you too, Jaz. Have a good day
and don’t work too hard.” He leans in, gives my lips a little smack, and then
the door closes behind him.

All I can do is stand there and hug myself. I know I should
be getting ready to go, but I wander out onto the balcony and stand there in
the morning sunlight, looking out across the city and thinking about last
night. God, that was so fucking hot. Poor Robyn. She was going on about how
gorgeous he is, but she’d just die if she knew how he fucks me. I’d have to
fight her off with a big stick. Unfortunately, I have a feeling I’m going to
have to fight off a lot of women with a big stick, but I don’t care. As long as
he makes it clear that he wants me to, I’ll send ‘em all packing. He’s mine and
he’s going to stay that way if I have a say in it.

It’s not until the hot water in the shower is pouring down
over me that I realize how tired and sore my muscles are. I think about all the
things it takes to survive an encounter with his body. Stamina, balance, muscle
control, strength – the list goes on and on. I don’t know if I’ve been in his bed
or the athletic department of the nearest university. I catch the scent of my
perfume, his cologne, and our sex, and I want to stand there and breathe it in
all day, but she – someone named Misty, apparently – will be here soon, and
I’ve got to be ready. I find my the little dress that I brought with me, some
panties and a bra, and a little pair of sandals that I bought at a consignment
store. I decide in that moment that I’ll buy my clothes at consignment and
thrift stores from now on. I want to help him have the things he needs and
wants, and he deserves to have nice things to wear to work. I can work in
anything.

I’ve gotten the last of my jewelry on, including my collar,
when there’s a knock at the door. I expect room service, but instead, a cute,
buxom redhead stands there with a huge smile on her face.

And a collar around her neck.

Holy crap! This is turning out to be a spectacular day!
,
my brain screams. “You must be Misty?”

“Yes! Hi! You’re Kimberly, right?” she gushes with her hand
outstretched.

“Yeah! Come on in. I keep thinking room service will come
and get the breakfast stuff,” I say in way of apology.

“Oh, they will.” She looks over the food. “May I?”

My eyebrows shoot up and I smile. “Sure! Take whatever you
want.”

“Oh, this is good sausage,” she mumbles around the link
she’s chewing.

“Yes it is. I loved it. The bacon’s pretty good too. Shame
the eggs are cold. They were wonderful. Oh, and try those strawberries with
that sauce. It’s delish,” I tell her as I put on my last earring. Then I decide
to step out on a limb. “I like your collar. It’s very pretty.”

“Thanks! Yours is too.” She sweeps a strawberry through the
sauce and lets out a “Yum!” Then she asks, “Do you know how I came to be here?”

“I’m sorry. I don’t quite know what you mean.”

“You know Jaz and my Sir know each other from California,
right?”

“No! Really?” Well, that mystery is now solved. That was
going to be my first question for him when he got back.

“Yeah. They both worked at the plant out there. Jaz was
severed, and then Reggie had to go when the plant closed. Reggie found this job
and let Jaz know about it; we were hoping to be at the same location, but they
put Jaz in Chicago. I really like it here, but I’ve never been to Chicago.
What’s it like?”

We spend a few minutes talking as I tell her about the
museums and zoo, the ball parks and stadiums, and all of the shopping. I’m sure
to throw in, “But you have much better winters here. Ours are vicious. I dread
them, and I’m happy to see them go.”

“I bet, although we can have some pretty bad weather. I wish
Jaz could’ve been here instead of there. But then he never would’ve met you.
Sir says the guy’s head over heels in love with you.”

“I know I’m ass over teacup in love with him,” I grin.

“Of course you are! He’s gorgeous, fit, and sexy as hell.
What’s not to love?”

“Exactly.” I pick up my bag and rifle through it. “Damn. I
forgot to ask him for a key.”

Misty’s licking her fingers. “Oh, well, just make sure
you’ve got everything. We’ll be meeting them tonight anyway.”

“True. So where are we going?”

“Thought I’d show you around a bit. Come on. It’ll be fun!”
Misty leads the way and I look around the room before I close the door. Hope I
didn’t forget anything important. If I did, I’m screwed.

We start out at the Gateway Arch – and I flatly refuse to
ride the elevator to the top. Not happening, and she manages to snap a picture
of me that makes it obvious exactly what I’m saying as she tries to talk me
into it. We visit the stadium where the St. Louis Cardinals play ball, followed
by a trip to the stadium where the St. Louis Rams play. Our lunch stop is at a
little café at LaClede’s Landing, and there’s a really cute magic and costume
shop there. Wandering around, I find a costume for a farm girl, give it just a
few seconds consideration, and buy the damn thing. Wonder what Jaz will say to
that?

We spend the afternoon in Forest Park at the art museum and
the planetarium. I’ve always loved planetariums, and theirs is especially fun.
There’s a place call the Jewel Box that’s like a huge terrarium, and I love
that too. We stop down near the mall and have a coffee – I have chai – and I
spend my time asking Misty about things Jaz and I could enjoy together on
Saturday.

“Is he a big science person?” she asks me. Good question. I
have no idea. When I shrug, she says, “The science museum is incredible. And
the Missouri Botanical Gardens is beautiful. You’d both enjoy that. If you like
zoos, the zoo is really nice too.” I know at that moment that we’re not going
to have enough time to do everything I’d like, so we’ll just have to pick
something. But when she says, “Oh, and Grant’s Farm. The Clydesdales are there,
you know,” I know exactly where we’ll be going.

I like Misty so well that I find myself hoping we can come
back, and I wonder what Reggie’s like. “So have you got a picture of you and
Reggie?”

“Sure! Wanna see?” Misty gushes, and I nod enthusiastically.
She whips out her phone and pokes around on the screen, then hands it to me.

Sure enough, there’s Misty, not much shorter than me,
standing beside the most enormous black guy I’ve ever seen. He’s got to be
seven feet tall. “Holy hell. How tall is he?”

She starts to giggle. “Seven feet two inches. He used to
play professional basketball.”

“I bet he did! How on earth did you two meet?”

The story is wonderful, how they found each other online.
Reggie was in California and Misty was in Florida. They talked back and forth,
but it wasn’t until he had a chance to move to St. Louis that they got to
finally meet each other. “We were careful because we didn’t really know each
other, well, you know, in person, so it was kinda scary the first few times.
But he was just like he seemed on the phone and the internet, and I was
comfortable with him pretty quickly.”

“And the lifestyle?”

“We talked about that before we ever actually met. We met on
a website for kinksters. He liked me because I didn’t have naked pictures of
myself posted, and I liked him because when he sent me the friend request, it
wasn’t a dick pic. Of course, I got one of those later!” she laughs.

I just have to ask the question that’s burning in my chest.
“So is there a club around here?”

“There are several, but we really like the one where we’re
members. It’s clean and the people are friendly, and they’re very
non-judgmental. Believe it or not, one of the clubs wouldn’t let us in because
we’re an interracial couple.”

I wrinkle my nose. “What the hell century are we in again?”

“I know, right? Idiots.” She turns up her upper lip in
disgust and rolls her eyes. “If that’s how they feel, we don’t want to be
members there anyway.”

“Exactly. So what do we do the rest of the afternoon?” I’m
looking at my watch and I think we’ve still got a couple of hours to kill.

“Come on. I’ll take you to my favorite store.” This should
be fun. I’m sure they have cutesy dresses and sexy shoes and all that stuff.

Oh, yeah, sexy shoes and all that stuff. It’s an adult
store, The Painted Lady. I don’t think there’s a single thing anyone could want
that they don’t have. Craziness, that’s what it is. And then she takes me to a
big wooden door with huge iron hinges. “Here’s the fun stuff,” she whispers and
throws the door open.

It’s a warehouse full of dungeon equipment. My god. There
are things in here that I’ve only seen in pictures, and I’ve been a member of
the club for years now. One of the ones I really like is a huge bondage bed,
and I make a mental note to see if I can find them online. But there, in the
store, it’s about twenty-three hundred dollars, and we can’t afford that. Plus
I don’t want to have to move the damn thing, and that’s exactly what would
happen.

We putter around in there for a couple of hours, and I buy
some blow job candy – it’s really like pop rocks – plus some throat numbing
spray and a gel that’s guaranteed to make my clit tingle. Like I need that . .
. and then my phone rings. “Hey, Sir, how’s it going?”

“Good! You girls about finished up?”

“Yep. I got some fun stuff too. Wait until I tell you about
everything we did.”

I hear him snort with laughter. “So I hear there was no way
you were going up in the arch!”

“Absolutely not. Never gonna happen.”

“Never say never, baby girl.”

“Never. Never, never, never.”

“Okay, all right. Point made. So what’s for dinner?”

“Where do you and Reggie want to go?”

“We want seafood or Italian. Which one would you . . .”

“Italian! Please!”

Now he’s really laughing at me. “Okay, Reggie says to tell
Misty to go to Guido’s Trattoria. She knows where it is.”

“Okay. I’ll tell her. Hey.”

“Yeah?”

I try to whisper loudly enough that he can hear me. “I
missed you today.”

“Same here, baby. Love you. See you in a bit.”

“Love you too. Bye.” I turn to Misty. “Guido’s . . .”

“Trattoria. How did I know?” she laughs. “We’ll be there in
fifteen.”

*****

The restaurant is elegant beyond belief. And I hate that.
I’m sure it’s expensive, and Jaz really can’t afford this. Both guys greet us
with kisses, and I’m instantly impressed with Reggie. He seems like a fabulous
guy who’s just positively smitten with Misty. She watches him with google eyes
all evening like she just can’t get enough. God help them, they’re in as deep
as we are.

Dinner is incredible, starting with lovely wine-steamed
mussels. I let Jaz order for me, and he orders a
pasta al pomodoro
. I
love the tomatoes but, unlike a lot of dishes with tomato sauce, this is very
light and refreshing. He has the biggest lump of lasagna I’ve ever seen in my
life, and I’m thrilled to see it has a healthy layer of spinach and toasted
pine nuts in it. Bless his heart, he tries.