Black Widow (11 page)

“Yes, I mean, no, I guess. I’m just a little shocked you’re so flippant about it.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you. I just, like I said, I don’t want to mix my emotions. I don’t even know who you are, what you really look like or what your real name is. I don’t want to know either. I want this. What we just did. Is that ok?”

“Yeah, I guess, as long as you’re ok.”

I lean up to kiss his cheek, “I’m more than ok. Thank you for caring enough to make sure I was. We’ll definitely do this again.”

I walk over to where Becca has been sitting watching our interaction. “Is everything ok?” she asks when I sit down next to her.

“Are you kidding me right now? Were you paying attention at all? That was the most amazing experience of my life. I can’t thank you enough for introducing me into this lifestyle. It is definitely for me!” I grab her hand, jumping up and down on the couch just like she does every time she’s happy about anything. I guess she is rubbing off on me more than I thought.

“Yay! I’m so glad to hear. But what happened afterward? Why is he over there and you’re over here?”

I explained my feelings to her just like I did to him and she shrugs, saying, “Hey, I’m not one to judge, and neither is anyone else in here. If that’s what you want. I get it. Just glad you enjoyed yourself.”

I give her a big hug, “I really did. This is exactly what I needed in my life. Thank you!”

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t’s Saturday morning and I’m lying in bed with a fucking hard on thinking about last night and how amazing it was with Eurydice. I don’t know why I can’t get her out of my mind. I’m the one that set up the rules. No real names, no identities, all so I wouldn’t get attached and here I am, laying in bed, thinking of her.

The worst part, I know everything about her. Even though Becca is the one who did all of the research on each member, I still have her application which means I know her real name, what she does for a living and her fucking phone number. It’s staring me in the face, screaming for me to dial it but I can’t. It breaks every rule that I put in place to protect me.

This fucking blows!

I can’t even think about her real name. It’s Eurydice and I have to keep telling myself that’s all I know about her.

I keep thinking back to the way she walked away from me. Like she got what she needed and was done. Is that why I can’t get her out of my mind? Because
I
didn’t get the aftercare? Or is it because she blew me off?

No, I know it’s neither. I felt it. When I had my cock inside her I felt something different. It was amazing but fucking intense! If she hadn’t cum on my command I might have died trying to hold back. My orgasm shot down to my toes and I almost lost my balance as it ripped through me.

I’ve never felt that before. Even with Kim.

The thought stabs a sharp needle into my chest, which is exactly what I needed to kill the hard on that seemed like it was never going to go away.

Note to self: when your cock won’t go down just think of your dead wife and how your actions made her kill herself.

Shit, now I feel like I’m going to be sick.

I hop out of bed and head straight to the shower. Becca and I are meeting at her salon. I had some things to discuss for getting new members and since she cuts my hair now, it worked perfectly to meet there since I was due for a trim.

She’s her bubbly self, standing at the front desk as I walk in. Her smile makes me laugh as she slightly bounces up and down saying, “So, she’s good right?”

I smirk, “Good morning to you, too.” I kiss her on her cheek, “Can I at least get my robe on before I’m drilled about last night?”

“Oh, come on, you know me better than that. You’re lucky I didn’t call you last night.” She leans in, “I’m digging this Mr. Black guy. He kept me there very late and let me tell you, I am not complaining one bit at how tired I am this morning.”

I hug her, “I’m glad, now come on, walk me to your station.”

We walk back and I change into the robe before she walks me over to wash my hair. She stays quiet while other people are around but as soon as we are safely away from everyone and tucked into her station she lets loose, “Ok, spill it. She’s perfect for us, huh?”

I try to hide my true feelings and keep my monotone expression. “Yeah, it was pretty good. Kind of weird how she just bailed on me afterward though.”

“She said she explained it to you. Did I tell you she’s a lawyer? Her brain is very black and white. She doesn’t want to mix emotions. Makes sense really.” She tilts her head to me in the mirror, “That bothered you didn’t it?”

I shake my head, “No, no it didn’t. Just thought it was weird. Maybe it was because it was her first time. I was fine.”

“Liar,” she hits my shoulder.

“What?”

“Stop ok. I know it bothered you. I saw you standing there lost like a little puppy.”

“I was shocked more than anything.”

“Yeah, ok. So, what about tonight? What if she plays with someone else?”

I jerk my head up, “Did she say she was going to?”

“Ha! See, I knew it. You like her.”

I shake my head, upset I let myself be that transparent, “No, I don’t. I just want to make sure our new members are cared for and I hoped I could train her some more.”

“Train, collar, make her your very own…” she laughs.

“Stop,” I sternly say, “That will never happen so please drop it. I don’t want anything like that and you know it. Please, drop the subject.” Heat fills my face as I grip the handles of the chair I’m sitting in, not exactly sure why I’m so pissed off all of a sudden.

“Whoa, ok. Subject dropped,” she blurts out as she turns to grab her comb.

“Look, I’m sorry. I know you don’t know me that well but the last thing I want is a relationship. That’s why I wanted this place to be anonymous. No ties. Just fun, remember?”

“Yeah, first week in, how’s that working out for you?” she taunts.

Silence fills the area between us as she finishes the cut and has me stand to go re-wash my hair to get rid of the little hairs that find their way everywhere. Once everything is complete, she removes the drape from around my shoulders and without looking at me or saying another word, she turns to look at her phone, “Crap, my next client just cancelled on me. Talk about late notice.”

I reach out for her with a small forgive me smile on my face, “Hey, I’m sorry if I just upset you and I’m sorry your client cancelled on you. Please, let me take you to lunch.”

She sighs before smiling, “Ok. I’m sorry, too. I know I don’t know your past but I get the clue that it’s not something good so I won’t ask or tease you again. Friends?” She reaches her hand out to me.

I reach out, grabbing her swiftly and pulling her in for a hug. “Believe me, you don’t want to know my past. That’s why it’s in the past. Nothing I can do so I just try to forget, ok?”

“Ok,” she leans up, kissing my cheek. “Where are you taking me for lunch?”

“Come on, I know a place around the corner.”

We walk to one of my favorite little hole in the wall places. Kim and I ate here a lot so I guess it’s a little weird that I’m bringing Becca here but it’s not like she’s my date or anything. Sure, we’ve fucked, we’ve fucked a few times actually, but that’s all it is and it was always at a club, never on our own.

Becca has become a friend of mine, a good friend actually, over the past couple of months. Though I’ve still kept her at a distance with my personal life and my past, I’ve trusted her to help me build my place and she’s brought on some amazing people. I’d say she’s as close to a business partner as I’ll ever get so it’s fun to hang out in the outside world. I need someone like her in my life, someone to bring some sense of normalcy back to it.

If I had to explain our relationship to anyone I’d say she’s more like a little sister to me. Wait, oh God, no, that’s gross. Ok, I’d say she’s more like my best friend’s wife. Fuck, that’s not ok either. Um, let’s just say, I feel really comfortable with her and feel like I can completely be myself. Totally laid back with not a care in the world. It’s nice to have someone like that. I get the feeling she feels the same way about me. Just good friends.

We have lunch and then I walk her back to the salon, giving her a hug as thoughts for tonight enter my mind, making me genuinely smile for the first time in what feels like forever as I walk away.

For whatever reason I know I have to be with Kamii again tonight. Hopefully then I can get her out of my head and go on with this club like I had planned. I know Kamii will be right at Becca’s side. She may have blown me off after we played last night but I know she’s not brave enough to venture off on her own yet.

Visions of taking both Kamii and Becca together make my cock so hard I can barely walk straight. It’s perfect; I get to have Kamii again without coming out and saying it. I’ll start with Becca, acting like she’s all I want at first then see if Kamii wants to join in with us.

Later that night, I walk into the club seeing that my plan is already well into action without having to do anything. Becca and Kamii, I mean, Baubo and Eurydice are at the bar taking body shots again but this time it’s Eurydice licking Baubo’s neck.

This is going to be easier to pull off than I thought.

I walk up behind Eurydice, placing my hands on her shoulders as she takes the shot back. When she goes in to suck the lime out of Baubo’s mouth, I rub my hands down her arms, grabbing the back of her hands and moving them to rub Baubo’s breasts.

After leaning back to spit out the lime, Eurydice looks back to me, smiling sweetly but not moving her hands away from Baubo’s body.