Uncomplicated: A Vegas Girl's Tale (25 page)

“How did you meet her?”

I smiled at the fact she called him a
her
. Most people didn’t. I may not agree with it or be into that sort of thing but I never judged. To each their own. “I frequented a club here that was called,
Deep
. Met this woman in the hall that was being harassed by her boyfriend. I grabbed Dean, we roughed him up a bit and now,” this was my favorite part of the fucking story. I grinned. “the club’s called,
Shay
.”

“She owns the club?” Jennifer asked surprised.

I nodded. “Shay Starlight by night, Robert Renson by day.” I reached for Jennifer’s hand and was thankful when she took it. Pulling her into my lap, I ran a hand down her back. “I should have told you about her. So I am sorry that I didn’t. It’s been awhile since I’ve been here and awhile since I’ve seen her but we’ve never slept together. As kinky as I am, men don’t so it for me even if they look like a woman.”

Jennifer sighed.

“You can call her if you don’t believe me. She will probably tell you how much of an ass I am for not going to visit her.”

“Your story better fucking be true, Mathis or else little Mathis,” she grabbed my dick through my pants. “will not be coming out to play. Ever.” She squeezed.

I grunted, shifting under her hand. My heart jumped. Here’s hoping Shay didn’t side with Jennifer just to get back at me for not visiting her right when I got to Vegas.

Shit
.

(Jenny)

My husband and a drag queen BFF? Come on. I mean, I understood he was a worldly man and there could have been a million explanations to that text. But a drag queen?

I pulled out my phone and handed it to Mathis.

“Get
her
on the line. Now.” I walked over to the dresser and grabbed a tissue to fix the makeup that had now run down my cheeks. God, I hated crying with makeup on. I couldn’t even remember the last time I had a good cry. Damn this man and the fact that he had a past with the opposite sex that probably rivaled mine. I really met my match.

“Shayyyyyyy. Long time no talk!” Mathis sang into my cell phone. “No, my wife smashed my phone into a million pieces, so I am calling you from hers.” He choked out a laugh with that statement. “Hmm, yeah.” He paused and I could hear the high pitched shrill from the other end of the phone. “She wants to talk to you. That is why I called.”

He held the phone out in my direction and I wondered if I even wanted to go through with this. Shit. He pushed the phone in my direction again.

“Hello?” I raised the phone to my ear and waited.

“GIIRRRRLLLLLLLL! You tamed the untamable! I have GOT TO MEET YOU!” Shay shrieked into the other end of the line. Yikes!

“So, I am guessing you weren’t texting my husband because you wanted to have your way with him, huh?” I wanted to laugh at myself. Damn it! I couldn’t believe I overreacted. I felt like a giant asshole!

“Oh, honey. I’ve been tryin’ for years. He don’t want none of this chocolate lovin’”

I had to choke back a laugh. Maybe I should screw with him over this, because this was just enough material for a lifetime.

“I think we need to have lunch.” HA!

I should have never questioned Mathis.

“Baby?” I cooed, lying spread across our spacious king size bed.

His eyes scanned my half naked body and licks his lips.

“Yes, love.”

“Come fuck me. I’ve been a bad girl.” I climbed down the bed on my hands and knees stopping at the edge. “You’ve been so gentle baby. I need a good hard fuck. Pppppleeeeaaassssse.” I couldn’t help but beg him. He had been so gentle. Careful not to hurt me or hurt the baby. Well fucking newsflash! The baby was the size of a damn peanut and I had a fucking itch deep inside my pussy that needed to be scratched!

“You sure, Jenny?” his voice sent a shiver down my body.

I wanted him that damn bad. I reached for his belt and start pulling. My fingers couldn’t work fast enough and I felt him tugging at my panties. The thin lace ripped from my body and I couldn’t help but laugh. Another one bites the dust. And he wondered why I was buying lingerie like it was a sport?

His hands pushed me down on the bed and my excitement soared. If my panties were still on, they would have been soaked. I was horny as hell and I just needed to feel him inside me. I pushed my ass up in the air and back toward his hard cock.

“Fuck me, Mathis! Damn it. Fuck me alr—” Before I could finish begging him, his dick plunged deep inside me and I screamed out in pleasure.
Damn, that felt good
.

“God, baby. So tight...” he moaned in my ear as his thumbs bit into my hips and his speed picked up. His balls slapped against my bare cunt and I work my hand over my clit climbing toward my much needed orgasm.

“Oh baby, right there... right there, Mathis.” His cock pressed against my g-spot and I felt my release begin. My screams echoed through the bedroom and Mathis joins me.

“Shit, baby.” Mathis kissed up my back as he emptied his orgasm deep inside my body. This was exactly what I needed. His arms wrapped around me and we both collapsed on the bed. We showered each other in makeup kisses, holding tight onto each other.

Then the bathroom door creaked open.

My head whipped to the side and I caught a view of Jude standing there. Soaking wet, and holding his head.

“What the fuck are you doing in my bathroom?” I screamed as I try and cover myself.

Mathis laughed and pulled the blanket across our entwined bodies.

“Calm your tits, Jenny, it’s nothing I haven’t seen or done before.” And he stumbled out of our bedroom.

“I’m gonna kill you. I had no idea he was in there!”

A sly smile spread across his face. Mathis knew Jude was in the bathroom and it was just another way for him to shove his possession of me right in his face.

“Hey, Jude! Remember what I told you about being a man!” Mathis yelled and Jude slammed the door.

What the hell just happened?

C
HANGES

(Mathis)

“I don’t know why, but I’m fucking nervous as shit,” Jennifer said, her knee bouncing rapidly. I chuckled. “In your line of work, and you’ve never met a drag queen before?” She looked up at me and scowled. “In my line of work,
my
clients prefer women without dicks.”

I shook my head and laughed before leaning over to kiss her forehead. “Shay is one of the best people I know. I have to warn you though, she’s very honest.”

Jennifer shrugged. “‘Bout fucking time. I’m sick of people hiding their true feelings.”

Can’t say I didn’t agree with that. It had been a year since I’d seen Shay. After my wife’s freak out about my so called cheating, we made plans to meet up with Shay at
Club Maroon
.

The warm weather we had been having made it so Jennifer wore a white summer dress with red polka dots. Knowing she wasn’t wearing any panties, because she had said it would be too hot was very distracting. God, I loved Vegas.

We sat in the booth and waited for Shay to show up for our lunch date. I looked at my watch. Half an hour late. She was never one to be on— “Mathis, darling!”

I smiled and turned to the voice of Shay Starlight approaching us. The blonde wig she was wearing made her caramel skin glow. She sported a pink pant suit with long red fake nails. She pulled Jennifer out of the booth and placed her hands on her shoulders. “This is the wife. I don’t know if I should bow at your feet, or kiss you.”

Jennifer looked at me, her eyes wide with shock.

I chuckled and watched the interaction.

“How about a hug?” Jennifer asked, staring up at the tall woman.

“That I can do, sweet pea.” Shay embraced her.

Jennifer returned the hug. “You smell good.”

Shay laughed. “It’s all Shay, baby.”

“Stop hitting on my wife and join me,” I said, grinning.

They giggled like long lost friends and sat across from me.

“So how did you two meet? You’re married? I never thought I’d see the day. Tell me everything,” Shay exclaimed, her voice full of excitement.

I laughed as Jennifer tried to follow the rapid fire questions being thrown at her. That was Shay Starlight. Robert Renson was a quiet, timid man and then when he transformed into Shay, it was like a layer of armor was put on. He could be anyone he wanted. Unfortunately, he was still human but being abused just made him stronger.

I respected Shay. She was honest and forthright. Never holding back who she truly was and for that, I always envied her. Until now. Now I was happy. I was myself. Jennifer loved me for me and saw through my hard exterior and for that, I loved her more and more each day.

I caught Jennifer and Shay staring at me. “What?”

Shay placed a hand on her chest and sighed. “So in love.”

“I am.”

Jennifer grinned. “
We
are.”

“Good. Stay that way or else I’m going to kick both of your asses.” Shay turned to Jennifer. “Do you wanna grab lunch some time? Just us girls? Maybe a spa day too?” She rubbed my wife’s lower belly. “Before the baby comes?”

Jennifer looked between Shay and I. “How did you know?”

Shay winked. “Intuition. So what do you say?”

“I’d love to.

The day had arrived that we were finding out the sex of our baby. Jennifer was now around five months along and the bump on her was absolutely gorgeous. So petite, and perfectly round. Each night I would rub her belly with the expensive stretch mark cream she insisted on buying, praying she wouldn’t end up with any marks. I didn’t care either way, stretch marks or not she was beautiful, and always would be.

I didn’t know what it was but every time I saw her, knowing she was carrying my baby, it got me hard. Now I understood the pregnant women fetish except with me, it was over my own wife. I couldn’t get enough of her. I needed her every chance I got. If I could live inside of her, I would.

After gently making love to her for the third time that morning, I ushered her into the bath much to her and my own dismay. If I could spend the rest of my life with her wrapped around me, I would be a very happy man.

I called Dean as I headed into the nursery. “Everything ready?” I asked him as I opened the door.