“It was all about wanting to get revenge. Pathetic really, but it still is the motivation.”
Julian Clary
4
“Juan Marco’s, Joe. Thank you. You must have something good to tell me.” I smiled and squeezed his hand as we followed the maitre d’ to our seats. Joe’s blue eyes flickered and he grimaced as if he’d been stabbed. What he was going to tell me couldn’t be good.
“Uh, Leyna, yeah...oh, here’s our table.”
Joe held my chair so I could tuck my dress under me. There was barely enough dress to tuck anyway, so I definitely needed both hands. Our table was private, in a corner by a window with curtains on the lower half that we could look over to the street. Perfect. A plan was taking shape.
“So what’s the special occasion?”
Joe ran a hand through his thick salt and pepper hair and smiled.
The waiter came over. “Would you like something to drink?”
I faked a smile. “Dirty Kettle One vodka martini, up, with cheese stuffed olives, extra dirty, like triple X-rated dirty. He’ll have the same.”
The waiter looked at Joe.
Joe shrugged. “Yeah, like the boss said.”
“Okay, out with it, what’s the occasion?”
Joe took a box out of his suit-coat pocket and handed it to me. It was wrapped in familiar paper and ribbon—from the same jewelry store many gifts for me came from. “For the most beautiful woman in the world.”
I looked at him wondering. The face he’d made earlier didn’t line up with him giving me a gift, unless it was a parting gift. The box was too big for a ring. What the hell was he up to?
I opened the wrapping and crumpled up the paper. The black velvet case opened to reveal a gold bracelet studded with emeralds. It was my favorite jewel, since it was the color of my favorite thing—money.
I stared at it in thought.
“Take it out and try it on. They said it would fit you.”
It was gorgeous and it did fit perfectly. Must have cost a bunch. I’d guess at least a couple thousand. I held it out and watched as it caught the light.
“Thanks, Joe. It’s beautiful.”
I leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips. “Now, tell me what’s up.”
Joe looked at me with an expressionless face. He was silent. He looked out to the street at a man and a woman passing by, arm in arm. He looked back at me and held my hand on the table, looking into my eyes.
“Uh, Leyna, I hope this doesn’t mean we can’t get together anymore. We’ll just have to be more careful. I mean, I’d terribly miss you and the fun we have together.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m back together with my wife. Sorry.”
I didn’t want to let him think it was a big deal, since I immediately knew what I wanted to do to him. I was right. The bastard. And he still wants to see me? Wouldn’t that be delightful for him? Men are such assholes. Like monkeys.”
I put my hand on his and smiled. “I’m so happy for you! That’s wonderful. Of course it won’t interfere with us. What we have is special.”
I slid my hand under the tablecloth and onto the thigh of his black silk pants where I scratched up and down with my long nails.
He put his hand on mine, as if he could stop me.
I leaned in to kiss him on the lips and forced my hand out from under his, moved it further up his leg and squeezed him. I whispered in his ear, “Oh Joe, I think that makes it even more exciting knowing you two are back together. Knowing you’ll always have to go home worn out from me and turn her down.”
“Two triple X-rated dirty martinis with cheese-stuffed olives.” The waiter placed them carefully before us and smiled at what was going on. I kept my hand on Joe and moved my arm back and forth so the waiter could imagine more, and I could further embarrass Joe. Joe’s eyes were wide as the waiter chuckled and left.
“Leyna, stop,” Joe whispered in my ear with no action to make me.
I stopped. “God, did you have to do that? Imagine what the waiter is thinking now.”
“Pretty exciting wasn’t it?” I leaned back, crossed my legs to the side of the table so he could see them, and bounced one high-heeled foot. Now you’ll be ready for a good long workout tonight.”
“I can’t tonight. My wife is coming over tomorrow morning to help me move out of the apartment. How about tomorrow? I’ll tell her I’m going out with the guys.” He leaned his muscled back firmly against the chair and adjusted his coat and tie looking stern. He sipped his martini.
“Nice guy you are.” I unfastened another button on my dress so he could see the edge of my red, pushup bra and my flesh with the gold heart he gave me dangling between creamy cleavage. “Let’s have a couple more drinks, eat dinner, and see where we end up. I’ll bet you twenty bucks we end up at your place. Don’t worry. I’ll be gone before morning.”
We finished our drinks and ordered another round. He went to the men’s room and I put a powdered Viagra in his drink and stirred it up. He never tasted it.
We ordered dinner. Raw oyster appetizers followed by a four-pound Maine lobster we paired with a bottle of a New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc with a beautiful floral scent to it. It was wonderful. Joe helped me get the meat out of the shell and I helped Joe get the bone back in his meat. The Viagra made sure it would stay that way.
“Joe, I have brand new pink fuzzy handcuffs in my bag, one set for each wrist and one set for each ankle.”
“How can I resist you? You drive me wild.”
The monkey handed me twenty bucks.
“I always win, baby.” I put the twenty in my bag.
“But you have to be out of my apartment by nine tomorrow morning.”
“Yeah, fine, you know I like to get home early anyway. As long as we can play all night, I won’t be so sad to go.”
I softly ran my index finger from his wrist to his elbow and rubbed his leg under the table with my five-inch heel. I brushed my tongue over my scarlet lips as he placed his hand on my upper thigh.
I walked in front of Joe while he carried his suit coat over his arm to hide the front of his pants. I teased him further while he drove to his place, making him crazy.
We arrived at his apartment and I ran into the bathroom to freshen up. I slipped my dress off and left on my sheer red teddy that barely covered my ass, which was fine because he’d see the red lace garter belt and suntan hose. I applied a thick layer of scarlet lipstick on my lips. Oh, this was going to be fun.
I touched up my makeup and hair. What a knockout. I got excited just looking at myself in the mirror. I turned on the cheap digital recorder I brought and slipped it in the back of my garter belt.
I heard my favorite sex music playing from his booming speakers…smooth, sexy jazz. He knows how to set the mood all right. I came out of the bathroom and he had lit about twenty long taper candles. Joe’s chiseled, six foot three, hard body was naked on the bed with the Viagra showing how ready he was for me.
I sat next to him and crossed my legs. “I have a treat for you tonight, baby. Do you remember what I told you at dinner?”
“No, you bad girl. Remind me.”
“Come on, you remember. They’re pink and fuzzy.”
“Oh yeah, the new handcuffs. I thought I was going to strap you down and pleasure every inch of your luscious skin.”
“As wonderful as that sounds, I want to use them on you tonight. I want to please you, sweetheart, making this a night you’ll never forget. When you’re having a boring night at home with the wife, I want you to remember this night and how magnificent I made you feel.”
“God, Leyna, you are such a bitch. Bring it on! Make me shudder all over, baby!”
I put the cuffs on his wrists and ankles and clasped them to the bed securely. I tossed the four keys across the room and heard them clatter against the wall behind the dresser.
I kissed him all over, reapplying lipstick regularly, to be sure to leave good marks all over. When I was nea
r the nightstand, I put the recorder on it, out of his vision. The blinking red light told me it was running.
“Sorry, I gotta pee. You’ll be here when I get back, right?”
“I’ll be ready for you. I love your sweet torture. I want you to ride me, baby. Drive me wild like you always do.”
“Yeah, we’ll see, sweetie. I’ll be right back. Hold tight.”
I looked at the bracelet he placed on my wrist at dinner. It shimmered even in the dim light of the uncovered light bulb that hung from the bathroom ceiling. He’d spent a fortune on it. Whatever. His loss.
I wrote a cute message on the mirror in my lipstick.
“Thanks for the ride! ~ Your favorite girl.” His wife will love reading that.
I heard him whining, “Come back. I want you. I love your surprises, baby. So creative and sexy.”
I took my panties to the head of the bed.
“I have to keep you quiet, since this is gonna drive you wild. Here comes the gag so you can yell out and not make lots of noise.”
I stuffed my red panties into his mouth and he accepted them willingly, his eyes showing his delight. I wrapped a spare stocking around his head and tied it to hold them in place.
Joe started to wriggle on the bed in his secure restraints. “Mmm, uck me, leeze!”
“Okay, baby. Here I come. Tell me who’s your favorite girl.”
I climbed on the bed and we both made plenty of music for his wife to hear on the recorder.
Of course, the monkey fell asleep. I left him cuffed to the bed, panties in his mouth, and shut the recorder off, placing it where his wife would be sure to see it when she arrived.
I dressed and left the apartment door unlocked for his wife.
I had accomplished my objective and I had proven my dominance. I felt like a female black widow that eats the male after she’s used them. Smart insect. Gives the male true purpose—as food.