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  He hesitated and did as requested. His hand moved up and down the shaft of his dick. His breathing got more and more erratic as he stared at her perfect body.

  She moaned. “That’s it. Slower. Slower.”

  “I’m not going to be able to do this very long.”

  She moved her hand underneath the small triangle front of her g-string, and he could see the knuckle of her finger as she massaged her clit.

  “Do you want me to come?”

  “No,” she said. “Stop.”

  He did and his dick throbbed and convulsed.

  “Squeeze from the middle of the cock to the head,” she said.

  He worked to catch his breath and then did as instructed. A thick drop of pre-cum oozed out of his dick.

  She reached down and gently touched the drop of pre-cum. It stuck to her finger, and as she pulled back her hand, a string of the sticky substance connected her finger to his cock. Smiling, she lifted her cami and dabbed the pre-cum on both of her erect nipples.

  “Now what?”

  “Hug me from behind.”

  “Hug you?”

  She bit her bottom lip and looked down at his pulsating erection “Right, keep that massive hard on away from my pussy. I just want a hug. Can I trust you?”

  He nodded and she turned around. He stepped forward and pushed his hips back so his dick wouldn’t poke her.

  “Hug me,” she said, almost pleadingly. “I want to feel the heat of your cock.”

  He straightened his body and practically melted away when he felt his dick slide across her ass and rest against the small of her back.”

  “Oh, my God,” she said, “your cock is so hot.”

  “It’s about to explode,” he said.

  She slowly moved her hips back and forth. “Are you going to come, Mr. Miller?”

  “You keep doing that and I will.”

  She moved her hips faster. “I want you to come, Mr. Miller.”

  His eyes started to roll back in his head.

  “Come on me. Mr. Miller. Come on me.”

  He could feel the early sensation of pressure building at the base of his dick. “Are you sure?”

  She gave her hips one last jolt and pulled away. “No.”

  “What?” he shouted as he stumbled back. His hand held onto his dick as he pushed back the pressure that was building.

  She turned to him, the coy smile back. “What kind of woman would I be if I made you come before you even kissed me?”

  The word ‘tease” flashed through his mind, and he laughed in spite of himself.

  “I believe I asked you to help me dress, Mr. Miller.”

  He reached down and grabbed his boxers.

  “A gentleman never dresses before a lady, Mr. Miller.”

  He looked at her and squinted. “Is that a real thing?”

  “It is for naked men sporting large, dripping erections in a woman’s dressing room.”

  He dropped his boxers. “Where should we begin?”

  She removed a black pleated mini skirt from a hanger and handed it to him.

  “Is this going to cover everything?”

  “No,” she said. “That’s the point.”

  She turned, showing him her ass again, and he bent down and held the skirt out so she could step into it. Once both feet were inside the fabric of the skirt, he pulled it up over her thighs and worked it over her ass. When the skirt was on, she twirled around. He marveled at how short it was. He could even glimpse a hint of her ass below the fabric.

  “What do you think?” she asked.

  “I think I’ve seen bigger hand towels.”

  “You should talk, Mr. cock hanging out.”

  He let out a fake laugh and then said, “What should I help you put on next?”

  She sat down on the small bench. “Your exquisite boots.”

  He gently grabbed her leg and pulled it towards him. He didn’t think it possible, but his dick got even harder as he placed his hand under her thigh. He put her foot in the boot and pushed until it rested on the sole. She extended her leg and examined the boot.

  The boots stopped mid thigh, a few inches from the bottom of her skirt. They were perfect for the outfit “Beautiful,” she said.

  “Was there any doubt?” He said helping her put on the other boot.

  “None,” she said. “I might add that there is nothing more sensual than a naked man helping a woman on with her boots.”

  He stood. “Speaking of which. Can I get dressed now?”

  “Not yet. You haven’t helped me on with my jacket.”

  Thomas looked around the dressing room and didn’t see any jacket.

  “Oh shoot,” she said. “I must have left it at the register.”

  “No problem. I’ll just get dressed and go get it…”

  “Linda!” Cora yelled.

  “What are you doing?” Thomas said scooting to the back of the dressing room.

  “Calling Linda. She can bring us the jacket. Linda!”

  “But she’ll come back here,” he said putting his hands over his dick.

  “Yes, she will. That’s why I’m calling her.”

  “But I’m not dressed…”

  The door to the dressing room opened and the sales woman stood expressionless holding Cora’s jacket. “You forget this?”

  “Thank you,” Cora said taking the jacket.

  Thomas stood as still as a statue and hoped Linda would not comment on his state of undress.

  Linda was about to close the door when Cora stopped.

  “Linda, would you like to see a beautiful cock?”

  The sales woman grinned mischievously. “Nothing would please me more.”

  “Okay, you’ve had your fun,” Thomas said.

  “C’mon, Mr. Miller, that cock of yours is way too perfect not to share,” Cora said.

  “I don’t think so.”

  Cora leaned in and whispered. “When we’re alone, I’m going to think about the look on Linda’s face when she first laid eyes on your big beautiful cock, Mr. Miller, and I promise you thinking about that is only going to make me want you more.”

  Thomas felt a wave of electricity pass from her hot breath to his ear. He did say he wanted to be whatever type she wanted. He focused on a spot on the wall so as not to make eye contact with Linda and moved his hands away.

  “Whoa!” he heard.

  “I know,” Cora said.

  “Is that for real?”

  “It’s real all right,” Cora said. “I felt it.”

  “What? Wait…” Thomas said. “We weren’t doing anything.”

  “Then why are you naked in my dressing room, Mr. Miller?’ Linda asked.

  “I was just helping her get dressed,” Thomas said. “There was no sex.”

  “He’s right,” Cora said, “He just came the tiniest little bit.”

  “What?! No!” Thomas’ face turned beet red.

  “He wanted to do more, but I stopped him,” Cora said.

  “I didn’t – I mean she asked me to…”

  “Relax, Mr. Miller,” Linda said laughing. “These dressing rooms have seen a lot of action over the years. But I would appreciate it if you would put your erection away now. I’m a married woman, and I may do something I’ll regret.” With that, she shut the door.

  Cora fell on the bench holding her stomach and squealing in laughter.

  “Are you proud of yourself?” Thomas said putting on his boxers.

  “I just wanted to have a little fun.”

  “You could have gotten me into real trouble. I’m trying to get the job of a lifetime. How do you think it would look if I got arrested?”

  “Linda’s cool. I’ve been coming here for years. Trust me, I’ve seen way worse in this place.”

  “You haven’t been coming here for years. She doesn’t even know you.”

  “What are you talking about? Of course I’ve been coming here for years.”

  “That’s not possible,” he said zipping his pan
ts.

  “What’s not possible?”

  He slipped his shirt over his right arm before he realized what he was saying. She had been conditioned to know this place. They implanted memories of Linda and The Intimate Chase into her brain. This was all a setup to fit her persona. “I mean I didn’t think the store was here this long.”

  “It’s been here at least five years. I bought my first vibrator here. Linda’s been kind of like a sexual mentor to me. Opened me up to my depraved and immensely more interesting side. You should have seen me before I found this place. I was as timid as a mouse.”

  He buttoned the shirt, and calmed himself. She wasn’t real. This was part of her conditioning. “I see. Well,” he said with a chuckle. “I’m just not used to waving my dick around to strangers.”

  “I promise that’s that last time I’ll ask you to do it … maybe.” She was about to put her jacket on when he stopped her.

  “That’s my job,” he said holding her jacket up so she could slip her arms through.

  She turned and looped her right and then left arm through the sleeves of the jacket.

  He gently twirled her around, worked the lapel over her shoulders, and rested it against her chest. Before she could thank him, he leaned down and pressed his lips against hers. Caught by surprise, her mouth was closed, but as the kiss lingered her mouth opened. They engaged in a deep kiss that collectively pulled taut every muscle in their bodies. Their heads moved ever so slightly as their lips slid across each other. They both wanted to get closer to one another, but it was physically impossible. It was a perfect kiss. In fact, it was THE perfect kiss.

  -10-

  The old politician flirted with the make-up girl as she applied powder to his age-speckled forehead. He made some joke about her covering rust with paint. She giggled and assured him that he was just as handsome as he ever was. He winked at her and informed her that in his younger days he would have asked a pretty little thing like her out for drinks after he was done with his appearance on the show.

  “You are so bad, Senator,” she said blending the powder in with a brush.

  “I would be the perfect gentleman,” he said.

  She smiled. “Then I would be extremely disappointed.”

  He laughed and playfully slapped her ass. “You better watch yourself, missy. I just might forget my age and take you out for those drinks…”

  The host of the talk show entered the make-up room. “Senator Trelow, how are you, sir?”

  “Dick,” the Senator said shaking his hand. “You still buying all the bullshit from the loyal opposition?”

  “I don’t buy it, Senator. I just report it. How’s your son? Campaign going well?”

  “Couldn’t be going better. Although if all I did is watch your show, I’d think it was in the shitter.”

  The host slapped him on the back. “That’s why you’re here, sir. To keep us on track.” Before leaving he added, “If you want to jack up my ratings, feel free to reveal any skeletons in your son’s closet.”

  It was a joke, and the Senator forced a laugh, but he couldn’t deny that it hit close to home. It rattled him.

  “Oops,” the make-up girl said grabbing a tissue. “Broke out in a little sweat.” She dabbed his forehead. “No worries.”

  The Senator attempted a smile, “I always get nervous around pretty girls.” Looking at himself in the mirror, he said flatly, “They’ll be the death of me.”

  The make-up girl winked and smiled. “I’m sure I can help you relax.”

  -11-

  She sat across the table from Thomas, her chin resting on the back of her interlaced hands, elbows propped up on either side of her plate of French fries. “Why do I feel like I know you?”

  He sat back in his chair and had trouble concentrating on anything she was saying because his mind kept drifting back to the dressing room at The Intimate Chase.

  A waiter passed their table carrying a large tray of food. They were sitting near the door to the outdoor deck of the restaurant, and they had dealt with occasional interruptions as people entered and exited the eatery.

  She snapped her fingers. “Earth to Mr. Miller.”

  “Oh,” he said clearing his throat.

  “Tell me why I think I know you?”

  He shrugged. “I have one of those faces.”

  “No,” she said, “It has nothing to do with your face.”

  He drank from his bottle of beer.

  “Your favorite color is blue,” she said.

  He nodded. “Mine and about five billion other people.”

  “Your favorite food,” she said staring at him with a soothsayer’s eye. “Is… something spicy…”

  A waiter passed carrying a plate with a cheeseburger.

  She laughed. “Some type of spicy burger… not a normal burger… bam!” she said excitedly as she was hit with a wave of inspiration. “Some kind of spicy bison burger thingy.”

  She was right, and he was amazed even though he knew how she knew. Ms. Pope had said Cora would know everything about him. She wouldn’t know why she knew it. She would just know it. It accelerated the bonding of their relationship.

  “That’s right, isn’t it?”

  Thomas considered telling her she was wrong. Watching her trying to figure out how she knew so much about him was almost too painful to endure. If he told her she was wrong about him, maybe she would give up and just relax. But it in the end, he couldn’t bring himself to lie to her. “You’re right.”

  She clapped her hands together and bounced up and down in her chair.

  “Pretty spooky.”

  “We just have this connection.”

  He raised his bottle to her in a mock toast. “To connections.”

  “Let me see if I can do a really hard one. What else do I know about you? Let me see…”

  He pulled out his wallet and held it up. “I have a quote written on a piece of paper that was given to me by my mother years ago. You guess that quote, and I will kiss your feet.” While he didn’t really mind kissing her feet, he was certain she wouldn’t get the quote right. The results from his tests could not have possibly yielded those types of specific details about his life. Although the bison burger guess was pretty darn specific.

  “And if I don’t get it right, what do you get?” She smiled as she expected him to suggest a difficult sex act that caused some physical and maybe even a little emotional pain.

  He smiled back. “I get time.”

  “Time?”

  “With you. This night ends when I say it does even if that’s three days from now.”

  “Mr. Miller, I do have a life, you know?”

  He forced a smile because he knew that wasn’t true.

  She reached her hand across the table. “But, I agree to your terms.”

  He shook her hand and sealed the deal.

  She tapped her finger to her lips, and he could practically see the wheels spinning in her brain. She was determined to get the right answer. “A quote. From your mother.” She studied his face. “Your mother has passed?”

  “Yes.”

  “This quote, did she give it to you on her death bed?”

  He laughed at the directness of her question. “No. Some other occasion.”

  “What occasion?”

  He shook his head. “It’s doesn’t matter. It’s not germane to the quote.” It wasn’t true. He didn’t want to discuss the occasion.

  Sensing his unease with the topic, she backed off. “It’s from your mother, so it’s probably sappy. Mothers are so sappy. I bet it’s about how great her son is.” She thought and thought and thought and then started laughing. “I know zero quotes about sons.”

  “Give up?”

  “Not yet. Not yet… is it… My son has a really big beautiful cock?”

  The word cock blared out of her mouth and threw a hush over the entire outdoor dining area. She bent over and placed her hand over her mouth.

  He turned in his chair and looked at the stu
nned restaurant patrons. They held him in a stare for a moment and then returned to their eating, chatting, and ordering.

  “Oh my God,” she said sitting back up. “That just slipped out. What is wrong with me?”

  Thomas laughed. “I don’t think I have ever met someone as…”

  “Crude as me?”

  “No, interesting.”

  She blushed. “Don’t encourage me.”

  He stood. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to go to the restroom.” He took a step, but she stopped him.

  “Wait. What’s the quote?”

  “Oh,” he said. “The quote. It is a little sappy. It’s by the ancient Roman poet, Vergil.” Leaning down towards her, he locked eyes with her and said softly, “Fate will find a way.” He held the stare for just a second longer and walked into the restaurant.

  Blushing even more, she said to herself more than anyone else, “Fate will find a way. I like that.” The quote soared through her thoughts and it seemed to have a physical effect on her. She took a deep breath and slowly let it out. Feeling somewhat unsettled she repeated the quote only to experience a tiny sliver of fear gnaw at her gut. She drank from her glass of wine and eagerly waited for Thomas to return.

  -12-

  It was a picture of a nude man this time. He was holding a picture of the gravestone for Margaret Ailes Peterson, the long deceased daughter of a long deceased Vice President of the United States, a friend of Senator Trelow’s. The picture had arrived by special messenger from the VP’s grandson. The young Peterson was serving his first term in Congress, and didn’t know what to make of the picture. It showed up in his office one morning in a plain manila envelope and was accompanied by a note to pass it along to the Senator.

  Representative Peterson included his own note. “Can you explain?”

  The Senator crumpled the note and thought, “Unfortunately, I can.”

  The young make-up girl twirled around in her birthday suit in front of the Senator and his assistant.

  -13-

  Thomas first noticed the man out of the corner of his eye while washing his hands in the bathroom. He was tall and lean. His face was etched with deep set wrinkles and dark razor stubble. His black slick hair was pushed back over his forehead except for one stray band of locks that drooped over his left eye. Thomas turned to him and then away from him immediately when he noticed the man was looking at him.