The Present… Sunday Evening…
My feet were dragging as I tiredly dragged my rolling suitcase towards my apartment building. My two day French Maid Marathon was blessedly over. My boobs were swollen from poker players feeling me up ‘for luck‘ as I brought sandwiches and drinks to their table. My pussy was sore because as players lost their buy-in and dropped out of the game, they stated looking for other entertainment. I was that other entertainment.
Having swollen boobs and a sore pussy wasn’t what made me struggle to pull my suitcase up the outside steps to enter my building. No, it was lack of sleep that made me have to try three times before I got my key into my door’s lock. Once inside I dragged the suitcase to my bedroom and collapsed across the bed. My shins and feet were hanging off the bed and I toed my shoes off.
Muscles relaxed. I knew I should get up. I needed food. I needed a shower. I was dying for a long, hot soak in my tub. I needed the strength to accomplish all the things on my list. I was about to drift off to sleep when a loud knocking on my apartment’s door roused me. Go away, I muttered into my bed’s blanket. The knocking stopped, then began again even louder. Only one person can be this aggravating, I groused as I got off the bed. Asshole must have heard my suitcase being rolled across his ceiling. The knocking began a third time just before I threw open the door.
“What…,” I began, then couldn’t finish my question as Danny grabbed me up in an enthusiastic hug. “I. Can’t. Breathe…” I managed after several seconds.
“Sorry. Sorry, I’m just so glad you’re okay,” Danny said as his arms released me. Hands gripped my forearms to steady me as I stumbled backwards. “I was calling and calling all weekend. I got worried when you didn’t call back.”
“Of course, I’m okay. You knew I’d be gone for the weekend.”
Danny’s hands still holding my arms began to shake me. “And you couldn’t stop fucking long enough to return one damned phone call!?”
“Stop shaking me,” I demanded, wrenching my arms out of his grasp. “And yell a little louder! I’m sure there’s at least one person on the First Floor who doesn’t think I’m a slut now,” I continued hotly, closing my door. “I didn’t return your damned phone calls because I didn’t know you were calling. All our phones were locked up in a metal box. Jesus, Danny! There was almost four million in cash there. No phone calls were allowed and no one could leave until the game was over.”
Danny took a long breath and let it out. “Okay. Okay. Okay, I guess I over-reacted.”
I smacked his forehead with the palm of my hand, “DUH! Ya think?”
Danny held up his hands defensively, “Look, can we sit down? I have something you need to read.”
I led the way and Danny sat on the couch. I sat in the chair. I was mad and didn’t want to sit next to him. “Knowing you’d be gone this weekend, I decided to do some research on getting our money…”
“Did you find a way,” I interrupted to ask hopefully.
“No. I started by looking into the law firm your, ahh, client worked at. Do you remember a Ms. Phillips?”
“Sure. She was kind’a the receptionist for the firm and Tim’s secretary.”
Danny handed me a folded paper. “Not anymore,” he said as I began to read what appeared to be a copier print-out of a newspaper article.
“She’s missing?” The gist of the story was lacking in details. Ms. Phillips lived alone. When she didn’t show up to work for two days and wasn’t answering her phone, someone at Tim’s firm had called the police. The police had found signs of a struggle in Ms. Phillips’ apartment. She was still missing and the police, ‘suspect foul play.’
Danny handed me another paper. “A partner at the firm is missing, too. His wife said he left for work, nothing out of the ordinary, he just never arrived at work. The police haven’t even found his car.”
“Sounds like someone is looking for the money Tim stole,” I said.
“DUH! Ya think?” Danny probably would have slapped my forehead if I’d been in easy reach. “Now do you know why I was worried all the time you were out having fun?”
“Fun? You think staying awake for almost fifty hours now… Being felt up ‘for luck’ while giving lap dances was fun? Jesus, Danny,” I shouted, mad as hell now. “You’ll never understand that what I do is just as much a job as what you do and…”
I would have gone on in my rant except Danny was suddenly on his feet, pulling me up into another tight hug and kissing me. It was like something from a bad 1950s film noir movie. It didn’t help that, just like the girl in that bad 1950s movie, after a few seconds I was returning the kiss with enthusiasm. When Danny broke our kiss, his arms remained around me. I sighed and rested my head on his shoulder.
“Did we just make up,” Danny asked.
“I think so,” I whispered. “But I’m so tired I might still have some mad in me I just don’t have the energy to let out.” I sighed again and leaned into Danny more. “I’m dead tired and my period is gonna start soon. Raincheck on the make-up sex?”
“Okay.” Danny’s arms tightened and then I heard him sniff. “Have you been smoking?”
“Just lighting cigars while trying not to inhale. Though there was so much second-hand smoke in the room I may as well have. I was trying to muster the energy to shower and wash my hair when you started pounding on my door.”
Given a task he could help me do, Danny led me to my bathroom. He ran the water to get it the right temperature while I undressed. When I said I needed food more than a shower, Danny shoved me under the spray with the promise to find me food. A few minutes later he was staring at me through the foggy glass of the stall. “Olivia! You have no food! How can anyone have no food? You only have three bottles of beer, a jar of mayonnaise and a carton of milk that smells sour in your refrigerator. That and boxes of Pop Tarts in your cabinet are all you have! What the hell do you eat?”
Damn! No milk for my coffee in the morning… “I get a lot of takeout from the Chinese place down the street,” I replied in defense of my diet. “And my mom always has leftovers I can steal.”
Danny shook his head and left muttering he’d order a pizza. “Extra onions,” I called out and added, “And ask if the delivery guy can bring some milk, too.” I liked onions but I was usually careful about onion breath. But only Danny was here tonight and he didn’t count. The pizza arrived as I was filling my tub with hot water for a soak. When I invited Danny to join me for a bubble bath, he readily agreed that the pizza could wait.
Soon I was lounging in my oversized tub between Danny’s legs. Reclining back on his chest, there was a hard cock pressed into my back. But Danny didn’t make any sexual overtures. I think I fell asleep while he massaged my shoulders. At least, I remember little before Danny was helping me stand up from the now cool water. While in the shower to rinse off the bubbles, there was still a hard cock and a few kisses but nothing beyond that.
Dried off, I wore my smaller bathrobe while Danny wore my larger house robe. Sitting on the floor around my coffee table, we drank beer and ate pizza. Danny later claimed I fell asleep with pizza crust in my mouth. Maybe I did because the next thing I remember clearly was the alarm clock next to my bed…
The Present… Monday Morning…
I heard Danny slap my alarm off as he rolled away from me. I grumped because his warmth was gone, leaving me under suddenly cold sheets. Raising my head, I watched as he sat on the edge of the bed and stretched out back and shoulder muscles. Very nice muscles, I thought as I reached to grab his arm to pull him back under the covers.
“Don’t tempt me, Olivia,” he said as he stood and easily slipped from my grasp. “I need to get ready for work.”
“Screw work,” I grumped. “We’re millionaires.”
“Not yet we are. If I start missing work my dad will find out and want to know why.”
“But it’s the middle of the night,” I complained while waving my hand at my still, mostly, dark bedroom.
“No, it’s not,” Danny replied while pulling on his jeans. “The sun is almost all the way up.”
To me? Dawn was the middle of the night! I’m not a morning person. Danny, however, was. Growing up on a working farm had given him the detestable habit of waking up bright-eyed-and-bushy-tailed at ungodly hours. Listening to Danny close my bathroom door and…, I sighed. All hope of going back to sleep was dashed. Now, I needed to pee.
When Danny reappeared, Did you lower the seat?, turned and then reappeared again, I swung my legs out to put my feet on the cold floor. “Make me coffee before you leave for your apartment,” I grumped. “And turn my thermostat back up!”
Danny complained that my apartment was always too warm. He’d sneak and turn the temperature down when I wasn’t watching. Danny left mumbling something about, “Turn the temp up. Make me coffee. Put the seat down. Worse than my mom!”
Peeing, I saw that my inner thighs and outer lips were pinkish. My time-of-the-month had truly begun. I cleaned, inserted a tampon, and checked my bed sheets. No spots. Going to sleep while my hair was wet had my hair tangled into a rat’s nest. I tried to finger-comb some order into my hair but it was beyond help. In panties, bra, and the blouse I’d wear today, I joined Danny in the kitchen just as the last of the coffee gurgled into the pot. I grabbed a piece of pizza we hadn’t eaten last night from the box and munched while sipping coffee. Cold pizza and hot coffee. The Breakfast of Champions…
Danny looked pointedly at my flat stomach and shook his head. “How? How do you stay so skinny,” he asked. “I’ve never seen you exercise and you eat like a frat boy. Nothing but junk food and snacks!”
“I prefer to think of myself as slender. Not skinny,” I said to set the record straight and shrugged. “It’s just something I inherited from my Dad. He’s forty and can still eat anything and not gain a pound. Drives my Mom crazy.”
Danny rinsed his cup out and pulled his keys from his pocket. Waiting until I’d finished chewing a tough piece of crust, he leaned in for a short, but nice kiss. “I’ll be ready in a few minutes,” I told him. “I’ve got things to do today. Wait for me and I’ll go to your work first and boost your rep with your co-workers.”
Danny agreed to wait and left for his apartment. It took me only a short time to dress. Pulling my hair into a ponytail, I joined Danny. Somehow, as I was pulling the door to his apartment closed, I forgot to lock it… Go figure.
Boosting Danny’s rep with a few kisses didn’t take long. I did have something I wanted to get over early. Marla required a clean STD test every month. I scheduled my monthly visits to a clinic while on my ‘menstrual vacations’. I made the phone calls I needed to make while at the clinic. Back at my apartment building I went to Danny’s place and let myself in. Thirty minutes later the men I’d called arrived…
The Present… Monday Evening…
The chili I’d dumped from several cans was simmering in a large pot I’d just bought today. The cans were thrown away. It wasn’t homemade but I could honestly tell Danny it was home-cooked since I was cooking it on my stove. With a handful of chili powder tossed in it was just like homemade anyway. I liked my chili with Chili Cheese corn chips. But I had regular crackers for the unsophisticated palates.
Sandra and I were dancing around my kitchen lip-syncing to Meat Loaf’s Paradise By The Dashboard Light when the pounding on my door began. It was either a neighbor come to complain about the volume of the music…
“Dammit, Olivia! Why am I locked out of my apartment?!”
…or it was Danny.
I opened the door and skipped out of the way as Danny stormed through. Waving the sheet of paper I’d taped to his door, “What’s going on, Olivia? I come home, my locks been changed and there’s a note saying to see you. Why did you lock me out of my apartment?”
“So you wouldn’t walk in before the varnish dried, of course,” I answered as if everyone should know that.
“Varnish? What varnish?”
“The varnish they applied after sanding and buffing your floors.”
Danny took a deep breath and, “Why did someone sand, buff and varnish my floors?”
“Because I hired them, of course. And you’re welcome, by the way. Your floors look so much better,” I said as I moved back to the stove to stir the chili and made introductions, “Danny, this is Sandra. Sandra, this is Danny.”
“Uh, hello, Sandra.”
“Soooo, this is Danny,” Sandra purred. Moving towards Danny, she continued, “Vivian, you never told me he was so delicious.”
A cat stalking a mouse couldn’t have cornered its prey faster than Sandra cornered Danny against a counter with her hands on the counter at his sides. Danny was leaning backwards as Sandra leaned over him so close her small boobs rubbed against his shirt. Sandra took a deep breath and, “Mmm, he even smells good. He smells like a man who’s worked hard in the sun all day.”
Sandra rubbed her cheek against Danny’s chest and took a deeper breath. “He doesn’t smell anything like those men I meet who bathe in cologne and sit all day behind a desk, pushing papers while their asses get bigger. I bet Danny’s ass cheeks are tight as…”
“Hey!” Danny gave a little hop and then his hand appeared holding Sandra’s wrist well away from his body. “Stop grabbing my butt.”
I took pity on Danny. Deciding he’d suffered enough for unjustly yelling at me, I pulled Sandra off him. “Leave my nerd alone, Sandra. Go torture your own nerd.”
“I don’t have a nerd,” Sandra pouted. “Why can’t we share your nerd?”
“I guess that would be up to Danny…” I started, when Danny interrupted me to settle the matter.
“I’m nobody’s nerd!”
Danny had taken advantage of Sandra being pulled away to escape from the counter and now had his back to open space. Looking from me to Sandra and then back to me, “I take it she’s not a friend from high school.”
“No,” I laughed. “She works for Marla, too.”
Sandra molded herself to my side and leered, “You might say we’re very close friends. I taught Tall’n’Blonde here how women can have fun without a man.”
Danny looked uncomfortable.
“Oh, my God! He’s blushing! I love a man who blushes,” Sandra declared, on the hunt again. I pulled her back again.
Fixing me with his eyes, Danny said, “Jeez, you by yourself is bad enough. Both of you together… The two of you should be locked up!”
Sandra perked up at that and began advancing on Danny again, “Oh? Are you into that, Danny? Do you like locking girls up? I have handcuffs at my place.”
I pulled Sandra back again, “I told you to leave my nerd alone.”
Danny looked at us. We looked back. Shaking his head, he turned and walked quickly to the door and then stopped. Turning to face me, he threw his hands into the air, “I’ve got nowhere to go! All of my things are locked up.”
“Oh, your things aren’t all locked up. Most of your clothes, books and stuff is locked in the basement but I have some of your clothes on my bed. Enough changes to last until we can move your new furniture in with the rest of your things.”
Danny stood motionless for a five-count. “I’m afraid to ask,” Danny muttered, then, “Olivia? Where’s my old furniture?”
“Since everything had to be removed for the floors to be done, I had your old furniture taken to the dump. We’ll go shopping tomorrow after work for your new furniture.”
“Hey! Can I come,” Sandra asked. “I’d like to look for a new lamp.”
“Sure.”
“I didn’t need new furniture.”
“Yes, you did,” I replied. “I could never feel at ease on a couch with cooties.”
Danny slumped in defeat and massaged his temples. “I need a shower. May I use your bathroom?”
“Of course.”
Sandra started forward again, “I’ll help you, Danny. I’ll wash your back if you’ll wash mine.”
“Leave me alone!” I think we’d pushed Danny to the limit of his ingrained politeness.
“I’ll take my own shower. Alone.” Danny said in a more rational tone. He walked quickly away before Sandra could follow. “And I’m locking the door,” were his last words before closing the door to my bedroom.”
Sandra jumped up to sit on the counter next to the sink. “Wow. I gotta start hanging out at libraries if he’s a nerd. Is he really smart, too?”
“Straight A’s down the line,” I answered as I held a spoon out for her to taste. “My advice? Pull back the aggressiveness. You’ll scare him away.”
“Okay, Mom. I’ll behave,” Sandra pouted. Then she pointed at the pot, “Your ‘homemade chili’ needs more chili powder.”
Actually, the chili turned out pretty well. Neither Danny nor Sandra had ever tried Chili Cheese corn chips in their chili. Both declared the combination superior than just crackers.
After eating, Sandra asked if I’d picked out a movie. “We get together sometimes for a movie night,” I explained to Danny.
“Yea,” Sandra chimed in. “Movie night. But on nights when Tall’n’Blonde isn’t on-the-rag we find more fun things to do.” Sandra leaned over to give me a quick kiss, then, “God! He’s blushing again. I need a nerd of my own!”
“Eww! God, I can’t stand that phrase, ‘on-the-rag’!” To change the subject, I said, “We should let Danny choose the movie.” Sandra shrugged assent and we looked at Danny.
Danny thought and then grinned. “Have either of you watched The Fellowship Of The Ring? The extended edition?”
We both shook our heads. “Isn’t that some kind’a monsters and magic movie,” Sandra asked.
“It’s a lot more than that,” Danny answered, still grinning. “You did say I could choose.”
I found the movie on Pay-Per-View and pressed pause, “That damned movie is almost four hours long?!”
Danny just grinned.
“This is the last time we let him pick the movie,” Sandra whispered. I nodded then sighed in defeat. I could always fall asleep while watching. Right now, though, between menstrual bloat and too much chili, my jeans made breathing difficult. I changed into my soft house robe. I leaned against Danny and Sandra leaned against me. We shifted to get comfortable and I started the movie…
“Wow, I want to be a hobbit. They know how to throw a party.”
“Look at the size of that cake!”
“So Bilbo found the ring and gave it to Frodo? But the ring has a mind of its own and wants to return to Sauron who made it?”
“Don’t put the ring on, Frodo!”
“So Saruman turns out to be a bad guy?”
“Who is that Strider guy?” “Who cares? He’s gorgeous!”
Some questions Danny answered, but in answer to any questions about what might come later in the movie, he’d just grin and keep quiet. Sandra salivated over Liv Ulman, of course, and…
“No way! Gandalf didn’t just die, did he?” Danny just grinned.
“I say we gang up and beat the answers out’a Danny,” Sandra told me.
Then…
“Wait… That’s the end of the movie? But what about Merry and Pippin?”
“What happens to Frodo and Sam?”
“I guess you’ll just have to watch the second movie, The Twin Towers, to find out,” Danny grinned.
“There’s another movie? Is it four hours long, too?”
“Almost,” Danny grinned. He was having far too much fun at my expense.
He’d bamboozled both of us and he knew it. I had to know what happened next and Danny wasn’t going to give up any answers. I’d have to watch the movie. I looked at Sandra and asked, “Are you doing anyone tomorrow night after looking at furniture?”
Sandra agreed to watch and I walked her to the door to lock up after she left. Sandra had other plans I found out as she suddenly pressed me against a wall. A hand on my neck pulled my lips to hers. I certainly wasn’t going to complain as our kiss deepened into a wet tongue-fest. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw an embarrassed Danny turn away. But, not so far that he couldn’t watch us out of the corner of his eyes.
“You’re cruel, Sandra,” I whispered.
“Bullshit,” Sandra whispered back. “Danny’s loving every moment of watching us.”
Sandra kept our kiss going. Then her hand found the V of my robe and moved inside. Her hand was out of sight inside my robe, but the movements of her hand could easily be followed on the surface of my robe. There was no way Danny could miss that Sandra was playing with my boob. When by deft movements Sandra ‘accidentally’ loosened my robe, my naked boob was in full view as was the small hand cupping and squeezing it.
Deciding to call it enough for now, I ended our kiss but not the fondling. In a voice I was sure Danny could hear, “I wish I wasn’t on my period.”
“Me, too,” Sandra replied with just enough volume. “The things I would do to you in bed tonight.”
Sandra let go of my boob and I pulled my robe closed. “Another night,” I sighed as a promise.
“Another night,” Sandra agreed. Then, in a louder voice, “Danny, when you get tired of this one, my apartment isn’t that far away. Drop by anytime. Vivian has my address and I’ll give your name to my doorman.”
“Oh, ahh… Okay. Thank you?”
At the door, Sandra whispered, “He’s so sweet I could just eat him up with a spoon.”
A change of tampons and soon I was in my new favorite sleep position. Pressed against Danny’s side with my head on his shoulder and an arm and a leg draped over his body, I told him, “Sandra really likes you.”
“I think she probably likes a lot of men.”
I shook my head slightly on his shoulder. “You don’t understand. Sandra is like me. She doesn’t invite clients to her apartment. She’s lived there for two years and I’d bet that you’re the first man she’s ever invited to visit.”
“Oh. Ahh… Oh,” was Danny’s snappy comeback.
I traced a fingertip through the sparse hair on Danny’s chest. “Danny, we’re not really engaged and I don’t think there’s any way I can claim that we’re in an exclusive relationship. So, if you would like to be with Sandra, or any girl you might meet…”
“Oh. Ahh, okay.”
Wow, Danny needed to work on his snappy comebacks.
“Danny?”
“Hmm?”
“Is Gandalf really dead?”
Even in the semi-darkness of my room, I could see his grin.
“Bastard! I should’ve let Sandra beat you up,” I grumped.
