Reckless (4 page)

"This what you need babe," Tad said, slapping her ass, as he admired his handiwork.

The fright, the fear, the trepidation were all gone. This was something she'd wanted for years, the peace of this kind of restraint. She allowed that peace to move through her in one delirious one wave after another.

Tad fucked her pussy from behind, while he toyed with her anus. She couldn't move against him the way she was bound. With her body immobile, it was just an elemental fuck. And that was good, she was feeling very elemental. She screamed when the fucking started to hurt, screamed with pleasure when an intense climax jerked her groin, and screamed in unison to Tad's mellow groan as he ejaculated inside her. He spanked her ass and mauled her flesh as though he could draw out every bit of unsatisfied desire.

When he untied her, she slumped with him to the floor, sweaty, dirty and worn out. She was used up and empty, but where she needed to be.

"This undercover assignment isn't going to be easy for me, Tad," she whispered to him. "Strikes too close to home, you know, what I don't like to admit."

"I know," he said, and he understood. He stroked her hair, her real hair. The wig had been slung somewhere else in the midst of the screwing. "And listen, if you need to get fucked, or tied or abused again, I'll gladly help," he offered. He was quite sincere.

"I know," she answered. "I'm counting on it."

Nothing please him more.

***

The Blue Lady was a better looking place at night when the neon captured a little aura of the time of day and lured its customers off the street for an erotic show. It was an ass and tits game strictly, because that's all the Blue Lady offered—unless you were privileged enough to know what other benefits might be available for a man with lots of money in his pockets. However, anything other than the show and the titillation of waitresses parading in pink and blue satin shorts was under the table, reserved for the most trusted customers.

Inside the place at night, Kelly was surprised by how civil it looked, little lights about the stage and walls twinkling like a Las Vegas night, as if something magical might happen.

Kelly wasn't used to half-naked women parading around her as they primped for the show. The dancers were prima donnas, the waitresses were mother hens. She wasn't sure why, except that that was how Cass operated. She was a waitress, several of the dancers her good friends. The buxom woman fawned over the tight bodied dancers, massaging their backs and legs, the sexual double entendre thick. Kelly supposed that they all slept together, but that wasn't something they would talk about openly. When Debbie, a sweet little brunette asked Kelly to rub her back with cream, she didn't balk. It seemed so natural. Maybe there was a little mother hen in her too. The cream was really glitter that had to go everywhere. When Kelly's hands reached the small of Debbie's back, her hand dropped to the plump round ass cheeks to finish the job. Did it arouse her too? The girl didn't say, so Kelly kept her feelings to herself. She only wished she could have rubbed the girl's breasts, those soft mounds looked as soft s newborn skin.

Kelly watched the getting ready, no longer feeling out of place. She would have been more self-conscious if she'd worn real clothes instead of the pink satin shorts, the satin collar around her neck, and the starched white cuffs at her wrists. The cuffs made her think of being tied that afternoon in the old factory, and how the ropes had left indentations that only disappeared just before she had to go to work.

The talk between the girls was easy going and natural, strangely centered on men. On the real men in their lives: the louses and the sweet ones and the ones that sat on the fence. Kelly could commiserate, knowing her history of relationships was as crazy as these young women's. Blending into this very different world had seemed at first an impossible stunt; but it was becoming more possible every minute. It didn't take much to gain their confidence, just emotional honesty, a commodity they treasured among themselves, but didn't expect from men.

Doing her job, however, Kelly was much less comfortable. Walking topless into the lounge, she thought for a moment she was going to faint, though that was only the sexual energy firing inside, upsetting her natural cool. Choosing to focus on the men, not her breasts, she regained her composure.

"You're new?" her first customer asked.

"Yes, I am, " she answered, serving his beer.

He stared right at her breasts and then looked up at her with a smile. "Nice, really nice."

It was about the same all evening. Lots of stares and meaningless sweet talk, and only one brief touch from a man the bouncers pulled from the bar just a half hour later when he went after one of the dancers.

When the bar closed, Tad was there at the end of the back alley to pick her up. Hopping in the convertible next to him, she took a long, deep breath trying to let the night disappear from her mind. And yet hundreds of thoughts and feelings played against each other in brain and body. All she wanted to do was sleep, to forget about everything for awhile and hope she could be the editor of the City Desk in the morning. At the moment, she could hardly imagine her other life, the paper, the job, the research for the story. She felt as if she’d disappeared into another planet where none of that existed.

"Don't you think this car's a little too visible?" she asked Tad as they were halfway towards her apartment. She felt exposed to the world, even though she was perfectly sheltered in the car beside him.

"Not really," he answered, seeing her odd inward expression. She'd put a wall up. closing him out.

"You just want to go home?" he asked.

"What do you think?"

"I think you need to get fucked. Whether you want to or not, that's another thing?" he replied.

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't," she said, the coldness in her heart appearing in her voice.

"Fine," Tad said. "I'll take you home."

"Fine," she replied.

He insisted on taking the elevator to her apartment, just to make sure she got inside all right. He knew she was on an erotic edge, that any moment she'd explode. He knew it was only a matter of minutes before she let loose. In his short relationship with Kelly London, he knew her that well. But then too, he'd known lots of women like her.

Just as Tad predicted, once inside the elevator, Kelly's chilly wall came down. "Here, just do it here," she said turning to him.

"What? Jam the elevator?"

"Whatever works," she answered. She opened her coat and tore away the stretch pants that had replaced her tiny shorts. With them off, she was naked underneath her coat, the sweet triangle of her cunt glistening with sweat and female juice.

It was a five minute fuck, if that. Just in and out banging, and clenched bodies, and a hickey on either of their shoulders and a wrenching climax. She would have screamed, but it was the middle of the night and the neighbors would wake up. Instead there was just a long finishing groan. Once he pulled out, they dressed. Tad unjammed the elevator and they proceeded to her apartment door as if nothing had happened.

"You're sure you want to go through with this?" Tad asked.

"Yeah, I'm really sure," she replied with a sensuous smile. She was actually smiling warmly, giving him a decent, intimate kiss on the lips to say good-bye. And for that instant she could feel her real life returning, replacing the one she’d left behind at the bar.

On the second night, Kelly got her first real piece of solid information.

It was the night Juno showed up. Polish and refinement, a hard thing to find in the Blue Lady, he seemed out of place in his slick suit, starched shirt and neat tie. Close clipped dark brown hair, aquiline nose and tanned face, he looked as if he'd just come from a game of tennis or polo. And yet his refinement seemed fake. Kelly couldn't put her finger on why, but she was just sure that there was a lot to the man that was hidden and not at all refined. On the one hand she was fascinated, on the other, her instincts told her to keep her distance.

Juno entered the dressing room at the Blue Lady as though he belonged there.

"So, you're new?" he asked Kelly as he walked up to her, having spotted her in the commotion of dancers and waitresses that were getting ready for the night.

"I started last night," she answered him.

He had his hands on her upper arms, inspecting her. "You should be dancing," he said. "Those legs."

"I don't want to dance," she replied.

"And why not?" he asked. "You've got the hips for it. I think dance is all in the hips, don't you? It's about sex and sex is between these thighs." His hands moved to hers, and she was too afraid to balk. "And here?" he said, one hand on her pubic mound that looked practically naked in her costume.

"I'd rather you not," she said, trying to shake away.

"Get your hands off her, Juno," Cass said, as the motherly woman pushed her way between them.

"She's going to work out fine," Juno said, unfazed.

"Yeah, well you keep your grimy hands off of the girls, if they want you, they'll come to you."

"I just want to make sure that she knows what I offer."

"Just great, asshole," Cass said. "You keep it under wraps where it belongs," she whispered as though she was afraid to be overheard. "Out on the floor, girls," she said, hustling the waitresses to the door. "And you," she pointed back to Juno, "you too."

"Who is he?" Kelly asked as they moved down the hallway into the lounge.

"An ass mostly. But if you want additional work, Juno's the one that keeps you safe."

"You mean turning tricks?"

"For some of the girls it's the only way they make ends meet. But don't you get involved. As safe as you think it is, a girl from this place ends up dead every year."

There was a lot more Kelly was dying to ask her, but they had work to do. Maybe at their break they'd get another chance.

Break time was crazy. Kelly didn't have a minute with Cass alone. But at half past two, closing time, it was just she and the buxom redhead in the dressing room. The other girls had already cleared out.

"So some of the girls take business to bed?" Kelly initiated the conversation.

"Yeah," Cass replied, looking a little disgusted.

"Have you ever?"

"Sure," she chuckled. "By the time you're as old as I am, in this business you can't help it. But it's never right and it's always dangerous, no matter how well you know the man."

"So you worry about getting arrested?"

"Arrested? You kidding? If that happened then the world would really be crazy. No it's a knife or a gun I'm worried about. Cops? Juno takes care of the cops, either Juno or Jake." The woman was lacing a black bustier around her torso, looking as though she had more than just going home and sleeping on her mind. "You're not seriously thinking about it, are you?" she asked.

"I don't know," Kelly replied. "Not yet anyway. I did this because it's better money than anything I could think of. Sometimes a little more wouldn't hurt."

"Well, that's why we're all here. Unless you really like being nothing but sex to men."

"There's something to that," Kelly mused aloud. "I mean, it's not really as bad as I thought. At least it's honest."

"That it is," Cass agreed.

"I guess just being physical is what I need right now," Kelly admitted.

"No entanglements, you got that right," Cass agreed. "But stay away from Juno. You want a trick or two that can be arranged. But his contacts run deep, and they're scary. You don't want to get inside that hell hole."

"What do you mean?" Kelly asked.

"Never mind what I mean. Just trust me."

Kelly thought about tricks and sex, and bare breasts and flaunted ass ends, and Juno. The whole way home, her mind worked at a frantic pitch, trying to piece together the bits and pieces of Cass's information with what she knew already, and what she had gleaned from the other girls. What was going on for her personally, all the lust and desire just added to the muddle of confusion. If only she had a few days to think things through, maybe she'd understand, but there simply wasn't the time available. She counted on having to strike while the iron was hot. It was getting hotter every day.

"What's going on?" Tad asked her about half way to her apartment.

"Lots of things, but nothing's clear."

"You want to be by yourself?" he asked.

No, she really didn't want to be by herself, but she couldn't imagine telling Tad her thoughts. "I'm bushed, really," she told him, and he left her at her door, no jammed elevator this night. Even so, she couldn't go to sleep without masturbating just to get rid of the tension. By the time she was done, she was wishing for Tad in her bed just to have a warm body to cling to.

***

Gray had been gone a week and that was good. He wouldn't understand this undercover work, though it wasn't likely she would have told him. Theirs was a curious relationship, having stayed together a couple of years, though they'd long ago given up the idea of fidelity. They'd simply never be enough for each other. Now, it was more a relationship of convenience than anything else. He helped with the rent on her plush apartment, even though he was hardly ever there, and occasionally she had the comfort of his body and the familiarity of his sex to enjoy. Since Gray traveled a lot, it made things easy for them both to play around.

As easy-going as the relationship was, when Gray came home unexpectedly in the middle of the night, he was more than a little shocked to find his roommate with a man. Standing at the front door in her pink satin pants and cropped T-shirt, she looked as if she'd just finished a night walking the streets. If Gray used his imagination, Tad looked enough like a pimp to pass for one,

"Kel?" he asked, as he approached the door.

They weren't kissing or groping, just talking quietly, but Gray was obviously annoyed.

"Hi," Kelly said, turning to the familiar voice. "You're back so soon?"

"Yeah, I'm back, but it's not all that early. What are you doing like that?" he asked. He stared at her provocative attire, noticing how her breasts looked as though they were jumping out of the flimsy T-shirt.

Kelly looked down at herself. "It's an assignment," she said.

"An assignment? From Sam?"

"No, not Sam," she answered. "This is Tad Stone."

"Heard about you," Gray said, shaking his hand. "So are you going to come in and screw my girlfriend, or what?"

"I was just leaving," Tad answered. The reporter shrugged off the testy couple sensing the argument about to happen. And Kelly was left to do the explanations on her own, not a task she relished at nearly three a. m..

"I'm sorry, Gray, I should have told you," she admitted to him once they were inside the apartment. "But you haven't exactly been around."

"No, and maybe if I had, I would have talked some sense into you. What's this jerk think he's doing?" Gray said, with an arm sweeping gesture toward the door as if Tad was still standing there.

"He's doing nothing," Kelly snapped. "I'm his boss, it's not the other way around." She headed towards the bedroom hoping to end the questions, but Gray followed.

"The story's that important that you parade your tits in a bar!" he accused, seeing how her ass jiggled inside the tight shorts. His dick was getting hard in spite of his anger.

"It's only for a few days. Maybe by tomorrow I'll have all the information I need," she said turning around.

"You're not doing it, Kelly, not another night," he said.

"And what gives you the right to tell me that?" she snapped at him.

"Well, I love you," he said, as if that was perfectly obvious.

"Love me?" The statement sounded silly.

"Well, at least I used to. I do care about you, that hasn't changed. You're probably fucking that guy too. I know the type you like."

"Dammit, where do you come off being so self-righteous!" she blared. She pulled her T-shirt off over her head, appearing to him as she did in the bar, in nothing but the shorts and collar.

"Good god, Kelly, look at you," he said staring at her. "Do you have any self respect left?"

"Actually, as far as the topless waitressing goes, I like it." She spit the words out, happy she was saying them.

"You've got to be kidding me."

"I'm not. It's liberating. I bump asses and breasts with other naked woman. We talk real, about what jerks guys can really be. We laugh at them because we have all this power to make them hard, to have their dicks in their hands. And you know what? We walk away with self satisfied snickers and a few more dollars in our pockets. Yeah, Gray, I like it."

He shook his head. "I'd never believe this. Never. What's Sam going to say when he hears about it?"

"He's not going to know anything until this is over, if at all."

"Not if I have anything to do with it."

"You will NOT tell Sam Ross," Kelly charged at him angrily, her eyes had suddenly lit like lightening, something he never dared to cross.

"You say it's only a few more days?" he asked, backing down.

"That's what I said."

"And no more?"

She didn't like the way the conversation was going. She could predict the ultimatum at the finish, though she'd never accept an ultimatum from Gray. "I can't say that," she answered. "Some things are just part of the job."

"I don't like it Kelly," he said. Though he had little say in face of her emotional power.

"Well, I suppose that's something you'll have to accept," she replied.

The discussion was over.

So you want to make love, or not?" she asked.

The question took him by surprise and he stared at her as he considered his answer. "I don't think I can," he finally replied, almost looking a little lost.

"Well, that's just fine," she replied, feeling a twinge of judgment and hurt shut down the glorious feeling that had welled up in her. "If that's the case, you can sleep on the couch and move your things out in the morning."

"Move out?" He sounded surprised.

"I guess it's time," she said without batting an eye, even if she was feeling a little scared.

"I suppose you're right," he admitted, taking one last lusty look at her bared breasts before she threw her bathrobe over her body and his access to Kelly London was over for good.