ROUGHT DRAFT OF PROLOGUE
“I thank he’s like thirty something, maybe even forty.” the pale- skinned blonde snorted and giggled to the person on the receiving end of her cell phone. She was wearing a tight yellow tank top cut off above the hem showing her midriff, emphasizing multiple belly rings. Twirling her fingers through her over processed curls that looked to have been dyed a variety of shades before settling on blonde. Blonde appeared to be her natural color that had darkened with age-all fourteen years. She looked to be fourteen maybe fifteen, Kris thought as she walked past her boss’s quasi open door for the countless time. Peering in this time , files in hand she lingered as the girl answered another call on her cell slapping her hands to her knees before repeating what Kris had already heard.
Kris fumbled though her stack of files, occasionally looking up and glancing inside the door. The girl could not stand still , but her latest stroll took her behind the boss’s desk. Kris looked up and down the hall; sure that no one was looking, she continued watching the girl. Gritting her teeth she saw the young girl pick up and put down photos then papers from her boss’s desk. Her high voice squealing into the cell, but Kris couldn’t make out the words she kept staring.
The clumsy girl crashed into the desk, the chair, the wall but she didn’t seem to care. She traipsed over to the boss’s computer leaning over and without hesitation began hitting keys. Her voice jolted Kris to an upright stance.
“What the hell, pronounced Hail, is taking him so long? I swear I’m 'bout ta go out there and drag his cute ass in here.” She chortled into the phone. Kris bent over again leaning closer to the door trying to make out the one sided conversation. She could only make out a few words in between the girl's chuckles and the occasional belly laugh followed by a series of silly faces, and a wide eyed stare at the photos on the desk that dissolved into more laughter. The girl finally collapsed into the chair, not one reserved for clients, the chair behind the oak desk giving Kris a better look at the girl’s face. She had a permanent wide grin and when she spoke, Kris watched her squinted eyes light up with a twinkle of mischief. . A closer look revealed a face hardened far beyond her years.
“I can’t tell you his name. Uh huh, no way, I mean this dude is powerful.” Trying to sound serious, her voice kept reverting back to childish laughter.
She must have heard something. Quickly placing her peace sign covered I-phone into the back pocket of her jeans that were grafted to her skin, she looed up. She almost seemed relieved to find it was Kris, the boss’s secretary entering the office through the conference room door.
“Where did you come from?” a little rattled she asked Kris.
“Can I help you?” clearly irritated to find the young tartlet in her boss’s office. Kris, in her mid twenties and quite a looker was never surprised by her boss’s indiscretions as she was normally the one picking up the pieces, talking the parents out of lawsuits and playing guard when his wife made her unannounced visits with an undetered determination to confirm her own suspicions. She accepted early on that some of her job requirements were not set forth in the employee handbook. She actually liked her boss-not the way this jezebel seemed to but she had a silent admiration for his spunk. This however went beyond the invisible line-even for such a womanizer as her boss. This, she thought, bordered on insanity or maybe even criminal given the kid's age which was harder to gauge the closer she looked. She had the body of a child and the worn face of woman who made it on her own, the hard way.
“Mam, I mean Miss “ Kris cleared her throat, “is there something I can help you with?”
“You, no you cannot help me with anything. I’m just waiting for a friend.” She turned to dismiss Kris, then bouncing on her toes she spun back around. “On second thought I’ll take a Tab.” She said, cupping her cheeks with her hands shaking from laughter.
“I’m sorry. "A what?”
“Tab, Fresca, Diet coke, anything diet.”
“I’m afraid we don’t have any refreshments; they are reserved for the company’s clients. Now could I escort you to the reception area? Closing her eyes and sighing, Kris just wanted this chick out of her boss’s office.
“No. I’m allowed to be here. My mama and my big brother is both clients. Big time clients. And uh, well me and the boss are real good friends. Like this," shaking her crossed fingers in Kris's face. Her bemused smile broke into another laughing spurt. Throwing her head back with an exaggerated hand wave, she added,
“And that will be all. You can close the door on your way out and when he arrives I expect we won’t want to be disturbed.” Kris could see her biting down hard on her lip. She slammed the door louder than she intended. Looking up she saw several of the other partners rushing to their own doors to check out the commotion. Kris rolled her eyes and walked away stopping to shut the door to the reception area no need to put on a show for all the clients. Kris knew that the firm did not need the embarrassment of what was about to occur. Taking a deep breath, puffing up her rosy cheeks she let the air out a small amount at a time, she was busy repeating the events in her head and didn’t see her approaching boss.
“Why the long face?” she recognized his soothing voice. He was hot she thought, shaking her head as if to erase her thought. She examined her boss with an inscrutable stare. She took him in. a clean cut polished man who was quite flirtatious, but never crossed the line with her.Oh he played and teased, but it was all innocent. He was personable and charming with her, that's all. So why the hell did he always get caught with his pants down with trashy young girls. His wife was petty enough not gorgeous but certainly easier on the eye than the tramps he and his partner took their downtown rented apartment. They claimed it was a business expense, rented for out of town guests and VIP clients but Kris knew who they took to the downtown loft. The untied jeweler building an old worn down department store recently renovated and made into plush trendy lofts. Kris doubted he would take the chick in his office there. Even he had better sense than to be seen with such a sleazy girl. They would certainly catch the eye of every onlooker. The dashing aristocratic older man with silky brown curls in his custom made suit and his graceful gait that carried his athletic body and a baby prostitute taken right out of the Brook Shield's film PRETTY BABY. That was a sight this town was not ready for. Kris though more about his looks. His good bone structure may have been genetic, but the seven days a week of golf, tennis or racquetball is what made kept his muscles like that of a twenty year old.
“Kris. Did you hear me? Why the face?” The quickness in his voice brought her back to reality. His usually husky voice was rushed nervous almost.
“Oh nothing, boss man. You should tend to your um client I think she said she was a client. No, take that back your real good friend.”
“Come again? I am not expecting any appointments this morning”
“Well ya better step into your office then and take care of that chick that seems to be popping in, pausing for affect pinching the bridge of her nose she cocked her head then added “like almost every day”
“Shit” he said before he even realized that he vocalized his thought. He knew exactly who was waiting, that Kris was certain of.
He knew who was waiting and it was becoming increasingly more difficult to get rid of her. God damn, I am a man. What normal hot blooded man could turn away a sexy girl one this pushy and so goddamn persuasive. He made up his mind that he was just going to have to disengage on her brother and mothers cases. She was becoming too much of a liability and he did not need any trouble with his wife; fuck his wife he didn’t need any trouble with the law either. She knew he didn’t buy it when she claimed to be eighteen.
He walked into his office shutting the door behind him.
“You can’t just come in here like” but before he could get the words out she pushed him backwards and he landed a top his office chair and almost simultaneously she was straddling him. Nothing modest about her; she went straight for his dick; cupping it in the palm of her hand on the outside of his suit pants he could hear her, a barely audible purr. His erection grew to attention before she even began stroking. With the first nibble of his ear he bolted out of the chair knocking her to the floor. Shit he thought people can hear this.
She was relentless, back to massaging his fully erect cock and blowing into his ear she whispered with her wet lips
“I’m not leaving until you make good on your promise.”
Too afraid of getting caught he had no choice but to pacify her and get the hell out of the office. Pretending not to notice the glares from his coworkers as he and the blonde abruptly left the office without a word to anyone; he pulled her by the arm to his car. The apartment is out of the question. As if she could read his mind
“So are you taking me to your house or you too afraid of wifey?”
That was enough he made the first turn into the seediest motel he saw. He began to justify his action, if I don’t take her somewhere and fuck her she is just going to keep coming back to the office. She didn’t seem to mind the roach motel it was a low class motel, the kind that the truckers rented by the hour. He left her in the Late model Lexus and paid cash for two hours. Once inside, his pulse hammering, legs trembling he fell onto the sunken mattress pulling her on top of him.
He lay still as if not participating somehow mitigated the act. Shaking his head in denial he yanked her long hair edging her closer then he extended his hands to the top of his head and didn’t move or say a word. He knew she would take over and satisfy his uncontrollable needs. Tilting his head to the ceiling he let out a heavy sigh.
“What?” she asked.
“Shh, no, don’t talk.” Before she could respond he grabbed her by the back of her shirt, pushing her face into his groin. He was rock hard, his errection pulsating with such intensity it actually hurt. Hurry the fuck up-god damn it.
As soon as her tongue circled the rim of his dick he relaxed. He could feel his body involuntarily rising up to meet her mouth. She tried to speak again but he silenced her with a hard thrust deep into her throat. He heard his shallow breaths and light whimpering but blocked it out. It took him two minutes to explode.
Inching closer to him, he felt her tongue darting around his mouth then as she gently begin tracing his lips he shuddered, pushing her off. His skin felt like it was trying to slide to the back of his body. Then she wanted to cuddle and his stomach began to twitch. His entire body flinching, his sudden urge to flee was made impossible by the paralyzed feeling in his weakened knees. His stomach dropping as he made the necessary excuses. The urine stained room mixed with the overbearing musky scent of her cheap perfume joining the distinct smell of his own pleasure brought rough bile to the edge of his throat. Fighting to keep the vomit from formulating; he held his breath.
His insatiable need to be out of the room; to breath fresh air gave him the momentum to dress and helped her dress so that they were out of the hotel in another five minutes. She actually commented on the softness of the velvet patchwork bedspread further making his stomach churn like he drank a chug of spoiled milk.
They looked out of place driving down the streets of downtown Shreveport. She was sexy, but so trashy and now after letting her blow him he noticed the huge gap in between her crooked gray teeth. He noticed the repugnant filmy slime that covered her teeth and wrenched and immediately an unnatural quiet fell over him. He knew the girl could not help it that she lived in a mobile home with her mom and her mom's 5th or 6th husband and 8 other kids.
She was satisfied. It showed. She got herself off by rubbing against his knee caps while blowing him.
She was rubbing herself now through her white jeans and looking to him for something. She wanted him to say something he knew it but he just couldn’t; he couldn’t stomach even looking at her. He caught himself darting glances her way. Her top and jeans screamed trailer trash and her mannerisms seductively whispered “fuck me” He did not know why she turned him on so much. She turned him on in a way he had not been aroused in years, but the arousal was competing with the disgust and he did not know which was ahead.
“Here don’t forget your purse” he said dryly. When she didn’t reach for it he placed her purse and backpack between the two of them on his front seat.
He dropped her at the corner bus stop and did not feel a tinge of guilt.
Until he looked over and saw- saw her, the women he had been pursuing for years scratching her cheek, rubbing her chin gazing at him with her head tilted to the side. He thought he saw her shaking her head. Her eyes trying to narrow on him.
Maybe he was seeing things. Shit goddamn she did not just see him let a whore out of his car?
He raced home and flew into a scalding shower. He did not emerge for at least 45 minutes, until the water turned tepid then so cold it sent feverish chills throughout his body. He scrubbed and spit but he could not wash the young girl off of him. He wondered if he would feel this dirty if he had not seen the most beautiful woman the woman of his dreams watching him put what must have looked like a goddamn hooker out of his car. Motherfucker, I blew it now; I blew it for sure. Reaching inside his medicine cabinet he removed the prescription pill bottle and uncapped it with his teeth. Putting another coat of toothpaste on his brush with one hand he popped four tablets in his mouth and secured the cap with the other hand. Damn the tension in his back, neck and now even his shoulders was unbearable
I blew it for sure. He made a mental note to change his cell phone number and to tell Kris to refuse to ever let the girl in the office again.