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Kelly 02
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Story by: Night Hawk
Copyright 2002/2003 by Night Hawk

(Inspired by Mike C, based on characters in his novel: "James" 
Characters and situations copyright by Mike C, 2002)

Chapter 2 
_________


Kelly arrived at her modest rancher around nine o'clock Friday
morning. She had been gone for five days, two of which had been
the most sexually exciting days of her life.  It was funny, she
thought, but the more good sex she had, the more she wanted. 
She was hoping her evening with Mark would fill her needs.

Mark worked with the Charlotte Tourism & Convention Bureau,
helping film and TV people find shooting locations in the city. 
She had met him about a year ago when she and Todd had been
hired by the city to do a brochure for the bureau.

At 6'1", Mark was an imposing figure.  Granted, he was slightly
overweight and six years her senior, but they had shared some
good times, and for the most part Mark was a considerate lover. 
At least according to the standards she had been used to before
last week.

Kelly dug through her purse for a cigarette.  She seriously
considered calling Mark and canceling tonight, but she hadn't
seen him in two weeks, and another night without a full eight
hours sleep wouldn't hurt her.  And maybe, hopefully, the sex
would be good tonight.

It was unbelievable how dramatically her needs had changed in
the last week.  In two days she had become fully aware of her
own sexuality, her total erotic realm.  It was a startling
revelation for Kelly. She now recognized her needs and desires,
and she was wondering if Mark could learn to satisfy those needs.

Shit, there was no escaping it.  Mediocre sex was no longer
going to cut it with Kelly.  Hell, not even 'good enough' sex
would be good enough anymore.  Her mind was filled with memories
of every half-assed orgasm she had ever had and how they
compared to the truly perfect ones she had experienced those two
days.

Kelly took a deep drag on her cigarette.  Damn Todd and his
'aversion' to runway models.  After four years of constantly
working side-by-side, he should have known that she sure could
have used some friendly affection last night.  Maybe it was the
grass that made her horny, but even now, stone cold sober, she
still felt aroused.

"Ah fuck it," she said as she ground out her cigarette.  She
hadn't slept well on the road and crashing on the studio couch
for a few hours hadn't helped.  She wanted a proper bath and she
needed her breakfast. But still... the horniness was not to be
denied and she headed for the bedroom shucking her clothes along
the way.

Her own bed felt comfortable and she pulled her Hitachi Magic
Wand out from underneath the box spring.  Always plugged in and
ready to go, this marvelous little toy had always made for a
very satisfying substitute.  Spreading her legs wide, bending
and raising her knees, just the buzz of the vibrator kicking
into life turned on her juices. The hum of the strong electric
motor made her wet with desire, and the first touch on her clit
made her gasp. Her hand grabbed a breast and surprisingly, an
image of Brenda popped into her mind.

Grasping at her tits with her free hand she let her eyes close
and felt herself drifting off to a familiar peak.  Kelly didn't
normally fantasize when masturbating, but her mind was filled
with visions of Brenda.  And the buzz from the vibrator seemed
to become more powerful as she gave herself over to this fantasy.

Brenda.  What a beautiful name for a beautiful girl.  Flaming
red hair and freckles and skin the color of milk.  She had
shared of herself with Kelly, triggering tremendous orgasms just
by her touch.

It wasn't a gay thing.  It was a love thing.

Kelly's hand drifted down from her nipples to her now drenched
pussy, her head pressed back into the pillows, she could almost
feel Brenda's touch on her face and on her skin.  She used her
free hand to spread her lower lips while her other hand switched
the vibrator on high and slid it back and forth over her
enlarged, blood engorged clit increasing in speed and pressure
until a shuddering orgasm overtook her.  Her juices sprayed out
of her like a crashing tidal wave, covering her short-cropped
pubic hair and soaking the sheets beneath her.

Basking in the afterglow of a fantastic climax she turned the
vibrator off and carefully cleaned the unit.

Sliding up to a sitting position, she scrounged around the
nightstand for a new pack of cigarettes.  Finding her "duty-
free" wrapped pack of Cameo's, a personal favorite she had
become hooked on during a shoot in Montreal, she lit one and
inhaled deeply on the acrid smoke.

"Damn it anyway," she said out loud to an empty room.  "I'll
quit again next week."

Grabbing the remote for her CD player she flipped through her
five favorite CD's, finally settling on Alanis Morissette
belting out "All I Really Want."

     "Do I stress you out... 
     And all I really want is some patience 
     A way to calm the angry voice 
     And all I really want is deliverance... 
     You must wonder why I'm relentless and all strung out 
     I'm consumed by the chill of solitary... 
     I'm frustrated by your apathy... 
     What I wouldn't give to find a soul-mate 
     Someone else to catch this drift 
     And what I wouldn't give to meet a kindred."


The song had always been a favorite of Kelly's but now she
believed the Canadian singer/songwriter had written this one
specifically with Kelly in mind.

By the time she was half way through her cigarette, she stubbed
it out, picked up the pack and still naked, slowly danced her
way to the living room.

Feeling the beat of the music and moving slowly, emphasizing
and exaggerating every move, brought back memories of her
modeling days.

She had been good.  At 5' 6" she had been just a bit too short
to crack the ranks of the top catwalk models but had been close
enough to get a taste of the life.  Good locations and good
money.  The six-inch heels had helped, but she knew she would
never be a household name. She had more than a few covers in her
portfolio, but had accepted the fact she would never be a
'Cosmo' girl.

God, it seemed like a lifetime ago.  But it had been her
decision to quit the race at 21.  Stealing Todd, one of the best
magazine photographers in the world, she had gone into business
with him forming a photo/talent agency that specialized in "real
people."  Great looking models, but still someone normal people
could relate to.  In the four years they had been working
together they had built up an excellent list of models and
clients.  Their list of clients included many big name retail
companies who needed good-looking people to make their products
look good.  Having Todd do the specialty shoots not only insured
the quality, but kept their reputation very much in the
forefront of ad agencies.

Todd and Kelly had settled comfortably in Charlotte, North
Carolina. It was a good location for their business and a
climate they both enjoyed.  It gave them a freedom for travel
they would never have had if they had remained in New York.

Kelly smiled to herself.  Todd had bought an old auto detailing
shop in the Lakeview business area.  Crosspoint Center Line. 
They had both laughed at the irony of the street name.  In many
ways it represented where they had arrived in their lives.  He
had taken the main floor, which already had two large auto bays,
and converted it into their studio.  Not only could they do most
model shoots in the large airy studio, but it could also handle
vehicles and elaborate sets as well. The upstairs offices he had
torn out and converted into a private apartment for himself. 
How he could live in an industrial park was beyond Kelly, but
there were advantages.  Todd was able to park his 'Hummer'
inside and store their travel trailer behind the building. And
as Todd had so often said, nights and weekends were especially
quiet and he had no neighbors living for blocks around.  Like
most artists, Todd valued his privacy and was a bit of a recluse.

The Lakeview district wasn't the elite neighborhood of
Charlotte, but Kelly had found a real deal on her rancher within
walking distance of the studio.  It was a steal at $85K for a
three bedroom with lots of yard space.  It also made practical
sense for them to settle in this area as it gave them easy
access to Interstate 85.  Add the proximity of I-77 as a bonus,
and getting the trailer out to the open road was a breeze, plus
they were close enough to the airport for quick trips to New
York or other places.

They did have an office in New York, staffed by good people
from Kelly and Todd's past.  Most of the day-to-day work went on
in the New York office, and their company was a regular supplier
of models for department store catalogs.  Large or small, young
or old, Kelly had an excellent eye for photogenic people.  Kelly
also had a knack for gauging people, and though they only
represented around 200 people so far, they were loyal people who
enjoyed a good steady income and the working conditions Kelly
demanded for all her models.

The major catalog work paid the rent.  The agency supplied the
models, and the catalogs had their own photographers.  The
modeling part of the business provided them with a healthy
stable income and Kelly and Todd were both happy.  For Todd it
was because he was left free of the daily grind of shooting
clothes horses allowing him to concentrate on individual shoots.
 For Kelly it was living her dream of being free and independent
while still in the business.  For real excitement though, the
thrill was in things like the advertising brochures for big-
ticket items, like the week's shoot at Regan's Boats.  

Todd had been ecstatic.  Action shots and posed shots all mixed
in for one brochure.  Since the company wanted to use a lot of
it's own workers as background models, Kelly had gone along on
the pretext of teaching amateurs how to pose and dress while
appearing to be casual, though in all honesty, she had looked
forward to seeing the "James Gang" again, as she affectionately
liked to call them.  

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

At first the "James Gang" seemed like a joke.  A bunch of
school kids playing adult games.  When she had first met James,
Amanda, JulieAnn and Celeste at the marina just three weeks ago,
they had struck her as smart and vivacious.

The three girls were real knockouts, and apparently hooked on
this one guy.  She was knocked for a loop however when the
youngest one, Amanda, made it very clear Kelly was not to get
any ideas about 'their property.'   It was the self assured way
this girl, who was maybe old enough to be in Junior High, had
said it.  No threats but simply a declaration of fact.  And she
had made it stick too!  But, they had posed like they had been
born into the business, and were easy to guide and direct.  Todd
had signed the girls on the spot.

Kelly shook her head.  It was that and other little things
during the day that began to convince her these kids were on to
something big... something she was not privy to.  It was love, a
sharing and something else that Kelly just couldn't put her
finger on.  She found their joy infectious and had spent the day
laughing with them and their good-natured pokes at James.

At first glance, James was just another good-looking jock, an
inch shy of six feet but comfortable with his size.  But when he
smiled at her, she was sure he could see right through the air
of competence she had carefully woven around herself.  She found
herself wanting to pour out her heart to him, to tell him she
too could give and share, if only she had the chance.

With an effort she killed the thought.  After all he was not
hers, and never would be she realized with a sadness that was
almost profound. It was made even worse the next day when the
other three girls arrived and Kelly discovered another one was
on her way!

She had quickly become friendly with the girls once Amanda had
explained to them that the ground rules had already been
established regarding James and that Kelly posed no threat.  The
girls were easy to get along with.  Funny and sassy, they had a
carefree attitude about life.  Brenda and Sara, two of the new
arrivals were as stunning as the other three.  Nicole, a bit
older, was definitely high-class model material but seemed to
have no interest in modeling what so ever, but Brenda and Sara
had signed on as well.

Then, this last week at Regan's, Kelly had met Sherri.  Wow!

Sherri was one of those creatures born with the look and the
attitude to make it on the runway.  She was an innocent beauty,
but sensual as sin.

Kelly had of course signed her on the spot, waiting now only
for the parental consent.  She had vowed never to take on a
runway model. Knowing all too well from first hand experience
how quickly these girls became addicted to themselves and
amphetamines.  That never ending battle to stay slim pushed by
an ego that was built on nothing more than their looks made
runway models a real pain.  The only reason she had considered
Sherri at all, for anything other than regular model work was
the support group she had in the "James Gang."

Kelly had been there once, the so-called 'glamour' world, and
had nearly been caught in the trap.  It was seeing her friends
slowly entering a darker world away from the footlights that was
one of the main reasons she got out when she did.  The travel
and the money had all been good and the parties were lots of fun
as long as you kept it within limits.  But the ever-increasing
use of drugs by her friends bothered Kelly.  It seemed, as they
got older - as if twenty was old -the fight to keep the extra
pounds off was a war that could be battled with pills, if you
didn't mind losing yourself in the process. It had not been
worth it for Kelly.  If, and that was still a big if, Sherri
should enter into the world of the highly paid models, Kelly was
going to stay by her side and keep that part of the 'glamour'
world away from her.  Besides... James and the other girls would
never forgive her if something happened to Sherri.

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

Kelly hit replay on the CD player.  The Morissette CD "Jagged
Little Pill" seemed to echo her feelings.  This CD, once a
mantle of her independence and accomplishments, now seemed to
reflect her solitude in an oppressive light.  No longer a badge
of honor, her newly acquired sense of loneliness only served to
remind her of the emptiness in her life.  The parties, the
boyfriends had been merely smoke-and-mirrors, distractions in
her path. Grabbing a pillow, she waltzed in the room, her mind
drifting back to the two days at the Regan shoot.  A crossroad
in the path of her life had revealed itself that would lead her
to something new, something more personally satisfying.  A
successful career was not enough any more.  Kelly had discovered
a part of her had been missing.  She wondered if she would ever
find it.

It had been twilight on the third day of the Regan shoot.
Joking with Brenda and Sara, she had wrangled a chance to try
out one of "his" kisses.

"Hah!" She had thought.  She'd been kissing since she was 13;
there was nothing she didn't know about that.  She'd show them! 
She was certain she could and gave him one of her best, but he
had stopped her, halfway, with her mouth gaping and her tongue
hanging out.

"No," he said, quietly, tenderly, "Let me kiss you." And he did.

Kelly shivered just remembering the moment, and her nipples,
dark as chocolate and the size of large pencil erasers, puckered
with the memory.

It was not just a kiss; it transcended that.  Kelly was no
virgin and no stranger to sex, but what his kiss did to her!  It
shouldn't even be called a kiss.  He had licked her lips and
nipped at her tongue, nibbled at the soft nape of her neck,
kissed her eyes and softly bitten her ears.  He had stroked the
inside of her teeth with his own tongue and lightly, lovingly
bitten on and sucked on her lips.  He engulfed and entrapped her
senses and emotions.  She was powerless, already too far lost in
his tender caress.

Kelly moaned and clutched her pillow harder. It had been like
nothing she had felt, it was warm, it was love and she wallowed
in it. It lasted forever and it was over much too soon.  She had
found herself wrapped round his leg, grinding away as the lust
boiled and exploded in her.  She had never climaxed like that,
not fully clothed and certainly not with such intensity, her
whole body had been one orgasmic mass.

Kelly's eyes closed as she fell into an armchair, the memory
bringing a tremulous smile to her face.

She had been shocked, not just at her feelings, but that she
never once felt dirty or lewd, humping like a bitch in heat on
the boy, out in the open, as three of his girlfriends had looked
on.  Instead she was made to feel good, and natural, as Sherri
and Sara smiled softly at her, their eyes saying they understood
the joy she had just experienced.

Then Brenda had asked if she trusted her.  All Kelly could do
was nod yes, knowing at the time she would give anything to
experience the rapture again.  And then Brenda had shown her. 
Kelly now realized that was when the big change had occurred.

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

Peeling the sheets off the bed and picking up her discarded
clothes, Kelly dumped them in the laundry room.  Gloria would
take care of the laundry Monday. It wasn't that Kelly was lazy;
to the contrary, she tended to work herself too hard.  Gloria
was there to give her house a lived in look as much as the
little cleaning Kelly required. Luckily Gloria liked working in
the garden as well and in the past few years had turned Kelly's
plain grass lawns into a beautiful landscaped front and an all
natural herb garden in the back.

Kelly had met Gloria in Jamaica.  Gloria had been working at
the guesthouse in Mobay, (the local name for Montego Bay), where
Kelly and some of the other models stayed for two weeks while
doing a swimsuit "special edition" for a sports magazine.  It
was also where she had first met Todd.

Gloria was a large black woman, who spoke not only with her
hands and eyes, but when excited dropped to the native patois. 
Though cultural differences should have set them apart, Kelly
and Gloria became close friends and had stayed in touch since
the shoot.

Gloria had one habit that never failed to crack Kelly up.  She
would watch and talk back to the television soaps to which she
was thoroughly addicted.  It had been a pleasant surprise when
not long after Todd and Kelly had moved to Charlotte, Kelly got
a phone call from her friend. Gloria was in the states and
looking for work.  Kelly didn't have much to offer at the time,
but Gloria gladly took the job of housekeeping and house
sitting.  Kelly always paid her in cash out of her own pocket
and never asked Gloria about how she wound up in Charlotte. Now
she could well afford to give "G" a real job with the company
but "G" insisted she liked taking care of Kelly.  "Cha, me no go
no where.  Me place here by your side, somebody got to watch out
for you." Over the past few years, more of her family started to
arrive and where they could, Kelly and Todd helped them find
work or get enrolled in schools.

One of Gloria's older daughters, Vanetta, manned the phones on
a part time basis at the Charlotte studio.  Todd had helped her
get enrolled in an MBA program at the University of North
Carolina, and this gave her a chance to earn some money on the
side.  For one of Gloria's sons, they had fronted the money for
the young man to start his own landscaping business.

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

Kelly put fresh linen on her bed and headed for her bath.

Feeling a bit more settled, Kelly grabbed one of her 'sometime'
favorite CD's out of the rack beside the high tech Pioneer
stereo unit and slipped the disc in.  She was in the mood for
something from the former bad boy who knew all about broken
hearts and wasted lives.  As she headed into the bathroom, Larry
Gatlin started to cry out "Broken Lady" from the big surround
sound speakers, and Kelly cried right along with him, though
just slightly off key.  Sometimes, she thought, only Larry could
understand what real life, Kelly's life, was all about.

Out of habit, after emptying her bladder, Kelly got on the
scale and made a mental note.  112 pounds and holding steady,
barely two pounds over her weight of four years ago when it
really mattered.  It was funny she thought.  She could eat what
she wanted and didn't need to watch her weight anymore, but old
habits are the hardest to break and Kelly just preferred to be
careful with her weight and what foods she put into her body.

She started the water, adding some herbal bath crystals and
organic sea foam and sauntered out to the kitchen for something
to eat while the tub filled.  Grabbing a couple of stalks of
celery, an orange and a bottle of mineral water from the fridge,
and a banana from the counter, she next stopped at the kitchen
island for the rest of her real morning meal.  Two large multi
vitamins, three cayenne pepper capsules, two celery seed
capsules, a garlic capsule, ginseng, a handful of vitamin C's, a
couple of lecithin capsules and most important of all, her birth
control pill.

By the time she made it back to the bathroom, the tub was
nearly full and she had swallowed most of the pills.  The banana
helped the pills go down better than the water.

Testing the temperature with her foot she climbed into the tub.
Setting the jets on the Jacuzzi to a muscle-relaxing pace she
slowly munched on the celery.  Kelly believed in preventative
maintenance. Taking a long leisurely soak was one of the few
real pleasures in her life and as she continued to listen to
Larry Gatlin croon out hit after hit, she slowly peeled the
orange and savored it piece by piece.

Kelly played little games in her mind as the jets washed the
tension out of her body.  A fit body was nothing without a fit
mind, and Kelly enjoyed solving complex math problems in her
head while the jets did their job on her muscles.

Then it was time for the serious business of bathing and
shaving. While Kelly preferred to keep most of her body waxed,
there were always a few strays that needed attention, especially
around the bikini line.

Satisfied with the effort she took a sea sponge and proceeded
to scrub every inch of her body until her skin was a bright
pink.  With thoughts of Brenda on her mind, she draped one leg
on the edge of the tub giving one of the jets a direct path to
her vagina.  Turning the pressure setting up just a couple of
notches was a sure fire way to guarantee quick satisfaction.

Shuddering in the aftermath of a wicked orgasm, made more
delicious by the thought of her red headed friend, she struggled
to her feet, drained the tub and turned the shower on so she
could wash her shoulder length brown hair.  A few minutes later
and a quick wipe down of the tub and Kelly was wrapped in a big
fluffy towel.

Kelly padded back into her bedroom where she had a custom built
vanity with an over size mirror and all her personal make-up.

She dropped the towel and did a turn in front of the mirror
closely examining her reflection with a critical eye.  Not bad
for 25 she thought.  A nice tight 35" ass that nicely filled out
a pair of shorts or jeans, slimming to a 24" waist and swelling
back up to a respectable 31" A cup.  Thank God she didn't need a
bra she thought.  She hated the confinement and preferred the
free and easy feeling of her breasts moving with the rhythm of
her body.  Pulling slightly on her nipples confirmed they were
as sensitive as always and would stand out nicely against a
white blouse or a t-shirt.  The darkness of her nipples gave
ample proof to anyone looking, and many people did, of Kelly's
disdain for confining her mammary treasures.

Drying her hair took little time as she was blessed with fine
hair, and just a touch with a curling iron gave it enough body
to accentuate her face.  A little bit of make-up, just enough to
add depth to her brown eyes and add a bit of color to her cheeks
and she was ready to get dressed, though preferred not to until
absolutely necessary.

It was nearly noon so she decided to give Todd a wake up call
to make sure he was ready for his afternoon sitting.

Kelly chuckled as she hung up the phone.  Ever since she had
turned Todd on to the natural vitamin supplements, he was
forever thanking her.  She knew the Cayenne capsules increased
the blood flow and could imagine how it affected Todd.  Her own
labia lips swelled when she was aroused and this had started
after she herself had started adding Cayenne to her regular
regimen of vitamins.

All the mail from the past few days was neatly piled on her
desk in her office.  The regular utility bills had been paid by
Gloria whom she trusted implicitly, and Kelly knew stubs
matching payments were filed. There were a few post cards from
around the world from old friends still in the business, some
advertising flyers that she promptly filed in the waste can
after a very quick glance, and a new stack of the magazines she
subscribed to so she could keep track of current trends.

It was nearing one and she still had four hours to go before
Mark would be stopping to pick her up.  While Kelly had
installed a satellite dish with a subscription to nearly every
channel available, she rarely watched the tube herself.  She had
done it more for Gloria then herself, though with a small smile
she had to admit she did enjoy a few shows such as "Queer as
Folk" and "Six Feet Under," and on the odd night she would watch
a blue movie.

Knowing she had time to kill she booted up her P-4 with the 20"
monitor and checked her e-mail.  There wasn't much since this
was her personal account.  Business correspondence was routed
through the studio.

Kelly smiled with delight to find a note from Brenda who it
appeared was still at Regan's.  Though it was carefully worded,
Kelly could read between the lines and sent a short reply back.


     Dear Brenda, 
          I also found 'working' with you a real pleasure. 
     I sincerely hope we get more opportunities in the near 
     future to 'work' together again. You are a beautiful 
     'model' and I am pleased we can be friends as well. 
     I hope you are not working too hard and enjoying every 
     minute of your time.

     Fondly, Kelly


There were a few other short notes from others and as usual a
pile of 'Spam.'  She quickly answered the other real letters
and deciding against surfing, shut the computer down.  She read
the postcards but none were of any real importance.  Mostly they
were updates on who was where and doing what.  Nothing that
required a response though she did note one of her model friends
was getting married again.  This she put aside so she could send
a gift, the rest she filed away.

Picking up her magazines Kelly strolled back into the living
room and flopped into her favorite piece of furniture, a large,
overstuffed leather swivel recliner that nearly swallowed her
up.  It was one of her simple pleasures to curl into that chair
and relax.  The feel of the leather against her nude skin was
cool and comforting.

She had planned to read until four.  When she finally heaved
herself out of her comfortable chair she realized she had
drifted off to sleep. There was just enough time to touch up the
makeup, freshen herself up and get dressed.  Mark would be here
in less than 20 minutes.

Kelly had decided on something semi dressy.  Mark had said it
was going to be a special evening but had refused to elaborate. 
He could be a bit controlling that way.

Before putting any clothes on, Kelly applied a light touch of
"White Witch," a Jamaican perfume she had fallen in love with.
Friends would bring back bottles for her whenever they went to
Jamaica, and of course Gloria could always make sure a fresh
supply was available within a day.  Gloria seemed to have some
good connections.

Knowing the evening would end in sex Kelly applied a few extra
drops on her breasts and her pubic hair.

Slipping on a cream-colored knee length dress with a deep cut
"V" both in front and back and ruffled shoulders; Kelly
inspected herself in front of the mirror.  The dress had a long
slit up the side and though she hated to wear them, she slipped
on a pair of French cut thong panties of the same color.  Mark
was going to freak when he realized her nipples would be
discernable to anyone looking closely, but the dress was sheer
enough that without the panties, her pubic hair would be visible
as well!  Thank God she no longer had to wear those heels from
her runway days and she slipped on a pair of beige sandals.  No
pantyhose, just her natural tan.  A matching clutch bag from her
wardrobe finished her outfit.  She deposited her essentials such
as her keys, cigarettes, her cell phone and a wallet into the
bag and was just closing the clasp when the doorbell rang.

Mark was so predictable this way.  Kelly figured 5 o'clock
meant 5, but Mark was always early.

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

Mark checked his reflection one last time in the tinted glass
of Kelly's storm door before ringing the bell.  He was dressed
in a full three-piece suit despite the warm weather.  Mark
always wore a suit, a necessity for a civil servant with
aspirations of moving up the political ladder.  At 31, he
figured he had better make a start in the next round of
municipal elections.  Kelly would make the perfect partner for a
potential candidate.  Great looking former cover girl model, now
successful businesswoman she was the perfect match for him.

He clutched the roses behind his back with a tighter grip. They
had been dating casually for a year now, and Mark had decided
they should become more serious.  He disliked these trips she
went on with her partner, but had used the time to set up this
special evening.

Before he could give the bell another push Kelly opened the
inside door.

"Hello Darlin'," he said in his southern drawl.  God, she sure
looked stunning.

"Hi Mark," she replied, letting him in.  She had never gotten
into those endearing terms with him.

Mark kissed her on the cheek as he handed her the roses.

"Mark, you shouldn't have," she said.  She had tried to explain
to him once about the superstition models have with cut flowers,
but he laughed it off and said she deserved beautiful flowers. 
"Come on in, while I put these in water," she said.  "Do you
want something to drink before we go?"

Mark looked around carefully as he stepped into the house.
"Gloria's not around is she?" he asked.

Kelly stopped on her way to the kitchen, turned around and said
"No, why?"

"I stopped by while you were gone to drop off something as a
surprise and she was watching some soap on TV.  I could hear it
all the way out here, which is as far as I got because she said
that if you weren't home I couldn't come in.  I think maybe you
should have a talk with her and remind her she is only the
cleaning lady and she shouldn't be watching TV on your time."

Kelly resumed her trek to the kitchen and smiled to herself.
"Good for you G," she silently cheered.  She trimmed the ends of
the stems under water and placed them into a vase.  When she
finished she added a spoonful of natural sugar crystals to the
water and left the vase on the counter.

"You know Gloria is not my cleaning lady Mark.  She keeps my
house for me.  There is a big difference," Kelly said.  And
though it was not quite true she added, "and Gloria has orders
from me that no one comes in if I'm not home."  Changing the
subject before he had a chance to question or harp on it more,
she again offered a drink.  Mark glanced at his watch and said
that if she was ready they really should be leaving.

"Well, I'm all set," Kelly said, grabbing her clutch.

"Ah, honey, don't you think you should wear a bra?" Mark asked.
"I can nearly see your nipples."

"Mark" she sighed, "you've been staring at them which is why
you think you can see them, but with all this material gathered
in the front, no one else will see anything unless they are
really being impolite.  You know I don't wear them."

Mark was not content to let it rest however.  "How about for
health reasons then?" he asked.  "You don't want them to start
drooping because you don't support them do you?"

Kelly was starting to lose her patience with him.  "Mark, the
day my tits sag to my belly button I will start to wear a bra.
Satisfied?"

"Do you have to be so coarse with your language sweetheart?" he
asked trying to calm the brewing storm.  But Kelly was not so
easily calmed and rebuked his patronizing tone.

"Assuming that in few days I was gone you actually earned a
medical degree, I would have thought you had learned the chances
of an A cup sagging are nearly non-existent."

Mark tried to stammer out an answer, but she opened the door
and waited for him to exit so she could lock it behind her. 
Knowing that arguing with her was useless he went to the car and
opened the door for her. She was a great woman, he thought, but
she needed to be tamed a bit.

Kelly slid into the leather seat of his Cadillac as he gently
closed the door.

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

The first ten minutes of the ride into downtown Charlotte were
uncomfortably quiet.  Maybe I'm just stressed from lack of sleep
Kelly thought.  Trying to put some cheerfulness into her voice
she asked, "So, what's the big surprise tonight?"

Thankful that she seemed to have gotten over her mood, Mark
took one hand off the wheel and threw it back behind Kelly's
seat. Feeling in control again he told her it was a multi part
surprise, but hoped she was hungry.

Playing it up, Kelly pretended to pout.  "I rushed to wrap
things up early and drove half the night just so I could be home
for you for a special Friday night date and I don't even know
where we are going," she said.

Mark laughed and said, "Okay, I managed to scoop two courtesy
tickets out of a package for the Convention bureau for the
premiere of 'The Pirates of Penzance' at the Belk Theatre.  Box
Seats," he said with a smile of self-satisfaction.

Kelly managed to avoid rolling her eyes.  "You're taking me to
see a movie?" she asked incredulously.

Mark laughed again and said, "You really haven't been in
Charlotte long have you honey?  The Belk Theatre is the
performing arts theatre in the Blumenthal Center.  This is a
live production.  Real opera, everybody important will be there
tonight."

Kelly bit her lip to refrain from telling him it was not really
an opera and the question about the movie was rhetorical since
it would be a few years late for it to premiere.  Instead she
smiled sweetly trying to see his good intentions.  She wished
though that he hadn't told her that he hadn't paid for the
tickets.  It made her feel like a charity case or even worse, a
thief.

Fifteen minutes later and Mark had parked the car in a secure
lot just off of Church Street.  He announced with pride he had
reservations for them at Sonomo's.

It was a short walk to the restaurant and before the maitre d'
finished asking "smoking or non," Kelly announced, "smoking" and
that she preferred the patio.

"Honey... Kelly," she heard from behind her as she followed the
maitre d' to the patio, "I thought you were going to quit that
dirty habit."

The look she shot him was enough to end that discussion before
it began.

The maitre d' seated her and asked if they cared for a drink
while waiting for their waitress.  Mark suggested champagne, but
Kelly said it would give her a headache and instead opted for a
glass of the house white wine.  As the man left to get her wine
and a martini for Mark, Kelly lit up.  "Damn," she thought. 
"This is not starting out good tonight.  It seems fitting I have
to watch the 'Pirates of Penance' on top of everything else."

Mark was very quiet, realizing he had been overly critical of
nearly everything in her life tonight.  This was not going
according to plan.

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

Mark had a second martini while Kelly slowly sipped her wine.
The waitress had come and taken their order and Mark had a dozen
raw oysters in front of him insisting that Kelly didn't know
what she was missing.  Kelly for her part was on the verge of
telling him he was eating mucus, when her own order arrived.  A
six-ounce porterhouse steak medium rare with rice pilaf and a
Caesar salad was just right for her.  For his main course, Mark
had chosen a large T-bone with baked potato and green beans. 
Kelly watched in amazement as Mark heaped the potato with butter
and a large helping of sour cream with chives. Added to the
oysters he had earlier, Kelly felt nauseas.  This meal was
costing Mark a fortune, all in vain, in his attempt to impress
her. Out of the blue her mind snapped back to Thursday morning. 
She had been served breakfast in bed by James, Sara, Brenda and
Sherri. That had impressed her!

Was it just her imagination or had Mark changed?  She used to
enjoy going out with him on a casual basis usually ending up in
her bed.  He really didn't share any of her interests like
biking, roller-blading or her all time favorite of building
kites and flying them down by Wateree Lake.

Kelly lit another cigarette, half wishing it was a joint, as
she watched Mark polish off everything on his plate and cringed
when he ordered a slab of New York style cheesecake.

She was beginning to see that he didn't care for her as a
person as much as he liked having her on his arm for others to
see.  Why hadn't she realized this before?  For Mark it was all
an investment. He was not overly generous though he tipped big
and opted for expensive public places.  Kelly realized he was
investing in his future, but also, sadly she knew that she could
never be a willing partner to that future.

Dinner over, they walked to the theatre and after a lot of
handshaking and mutual back patting with the collected
dignitaries, they were seated, the lights dimmed and the show
began.  Kelly was tempted to sleep through it, and was grateful
when the intermission came. Mark ordered champagne and
strawberries but Kelly only ate a few berries, while trying to
drown out his suggestions about moving to a "better"
neighborhood than her house on Jane Ave.  She was really
starting to resent his invasion of her personal life, trying to
take it over like he knew what was best for her.  She had been
on her own since she had started modeling at 12, managing both a
career and graduating school. She had traveled most of the world
and had experienced life first hand in places that Mark had only
seen on TV.

Kelly tried to talk with Mark about this after the show was
over but he was all full of his plans and trying to convince
Kelly she played a major role in them.  They took a carriage
ride to the Dixie Tavern where Mark knocked back another plate
of oysters.

Kelly just had a diet 7-UP wishing the evening would end.   

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

The ride home was uneventful.  Mark, having had just a bit too
much to drink was talking non-stop about his plans for the
future and how much he wanted Kelly to be part of that future.

Out of habit, Mark parked his Caddy in the driveway and after
opening the car door for Kelly, locked the car and headed
towards the house with her.

Dark thoughts were rolling in Kelly's mind.  It was pretty
presumptive of him to invite himself in she thought, and if not
for her sexual desire, a carry over from the last four days, she
would have told him to go home.  But maybe there was a chance he
could bring her the satisfaction she needed.

Mark accepted the offer of a beer from Kelly and said, "I'll be
with you in a minute honey.  I just want to see how our Panthers
are doing." And with that he headed to the living room where he
turned on her 36" screen.  Kelly brought the beer to him and
noticed he had taken his shoes off and dropped them on the
floor.  He told her there were just a few minutes left in the
game and if she didn't mind he wanted to catch the end of it.
Kelly told him to relax, that she wanted to change anyway and
left him sprawled on her sofa, shoes on the floor but still
wearing his suit.

In her bedroom, Kelly slipped out of the dress she had worn and
put it aside for dry cleaning, her thong underwear she stepped
out of, and slipping on a silk robe took them to the laundry
room.  She returned to the bedroom and lit up another of her
Canadian cigarettes while sitting in front of her vanity.  She
looked into the mirror as she exhaled a large cloud of smoke. 
She could hear Mark fidgeting and commenting on his football
game as she drank from her bottle of mineral water and spoke to
the reflection in the mirror.

"Even if he satisfies you in bed," Kelly told herself.  "It
won't change him as a person."  The 'James Gang' had fun outside
of bed, doing things together and sharing in all kinds of
stimulating things she realized.  "This is not working Kelly. 
It's time for you to make a change."

Her reflection just stared back at her without judgment.

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

The few minutes of football managed to drag into a half hour,
but finally Kelly heard the TV go off.  She put out the latest
cigarette she had lit and tried to put a smile on her face. 
Mark swaggered into the bedroom.  He had gone as far as to
unbutton his vest, but still had his suit jacket on over top.

"There's my sweetheart," he said, moving over to her.  He
picked her up effortlessly and spun her around.  "That's a great
team we've got," he said, "If they keep on playing like tonight,
maybe we'll be at the Super Bowl."

"Mark," she started to say.  But he hushed her with a sloppy
kiss and apologized for being a self-centered jerk.

"But, my dear, I am going to make it up to you right now!"

Mark laid her on the bed and started to remove his suit.
Carefully. He hung his jacket over the back of her chair and
folded his vest over top of it.  He undid his tie and laid it
over the vest and then took off his pants folding them neatly. 
Kelly thought how silly a man looked wearing boxers, a dress
shirt and socks.  Finally the socks were off as well as his
shirt.  He left his boxers on till he made it to the bed where
he slipped them down and presented his cock to her face like a
reward.  Kelly did not feel flattered, as it was still soft and
limp. "Don't I even inspire you to a hard on?" she thought.

Mark started rubbing his cock over her face and hair, making
suggestive motions towards her mouth, but Kelly wanted to be
satisfied. She opened her gown and pointed to her mound.  "Eat
me Mark," she said.

Though obviously less enthused by giving then receiving, Mark
slid on the bed between Kelly's legs.  He had done it to her
enough times, but this was the first time she had told him what
she wanted. Pushing her legs apart further he lowered his mouth
to her pussy.  Had he been a wiser man, Mark would have realized
something was not quite right for she was as dry as those roast
beef sandwiches they sold in the cafeteria vending machines. 
Nonetheless, he started stabbing at her clit with his tongue
waiting for her reaction.   He was surprised to feel her hands
on his head guiding him.  Mark was immediately annoyed that she
felt the need to show him how to eat pussy, but her grip on his
hair was secure and reluctantly he allowed her to move his head
side to side and up and down.  At least this was starting to get
some response out of her he thought.

Kelly was biting her lip trying to focus on her arousal, but it
was slow in coming.  She had to take matters into her own hands
and finally started to guide him in what she thought would help,
but it was slow going.  Finally she told him to spread his
tongue and apply saliva across her dry hole.  It helped some,
but it was still a long climb. Kelly tried to think of erotic
thoughts hoping it would help but suddenly Mark stopped what he
was doing and said his jaw was getting tired.  His cock had at
least inflated and though she wasn't thoroughly lubricated she
guided the head of it towards her cunt.

It was a rough entry and seemed only to please Mark who
whispered in her ear how tight she was and how he loved being
inside her. His breath on her face reminded her of all the
oysters he had consumed and whether they were really an
aphrodisiac or not, this was a one-sided pleasure trip and not
what Kelly had bargained for.

Moving carefully she rolled them over while he was still inside
her and with cat like movements positioned herself so that she
was kneeling over top of him as he attempted to continue to
thrust into her. With her hands free, she started to massage her
own clit while slowly sliding up and down on his cock.  Mark
tried to grab her ass to set the pace but she brushed them aside
and continued at her pace. Sighing, Mark just laid back letting
her bring him off.  It took a bit even under her own power, but
eventually Kelly had a small orgasm and then rode Mark hard
until she could feel his cum start to spurt. She waited until he
started to go soft and then just rolled off of him and got off
the bed.  There was no need for after-play.  He had not bothered
with any foreplay and Kelly had finally made up her mind.  She
went to her vanity where her mineral water still sat along with
her cigarettes.  As much as she knew he hated the smell of them,
she lit one anyway.

Mark got up and did what he normally did.  He went to the
bathroom to wash himself off like he had been inside something
dirty.  This only strengthened her resolve.  When he returned
from the bathroom she was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt.

"Well," Mark said, "I guess I better head home."

"I think that would be a good idea as well Mark." Kelly replied.

"Is everything okay sweetheart?" he asked.  "You seem different."

"I am different Mark," she said.  "And it's time I changed to
suit my own plans.  I'm sorry but I won't be in yours anymore. 
Its time to call it quits before either of us wastes any more
time on a relationship that is headed nowhere."

"But honey, we just made love.  How can you do that and then
say it's over?" he asked.

"No Mark, we didn't make love.  You just fucked me.  That's
what you don't understand.  There's a big difference."

"Is there somebody else?" he asked.

Kelly smiled and said, "No Mark, it's not 'a' somebody else.
It's a whole bunch of people and they make love.  I might not
ever get to have them, but I'm going to try and find what the
magic is."

"But Kelly... how can you just make love to me and then tell me
it's over?"

"Call it a goodbye fuck Mark." Kelly said.  "But what ever you
want to call it, it is goodbye."

Mark finished dressing and Kelly followed him to the living
room so he could retrieve his shoes.

"Can I call you next week to see if you feel better?" he asked
hopefully.

"Please Mark," she said, "Don't call.  It wasn't a bad year.
Try to hold on to the good thoughts and find yourself somebody
that will be for you what I can never be.  I'm not willing to
change."

Dejectedly he walked out to his car.  Kelly locked the door and
waited 15 minutes before tearing her jeans and t-shirt off.  She
had only put them on to make sure Mark knew the night was over. 
She went in and took a shower as if she could wash away the
disappointment. The tears flowed from her like giant raindrops,
mixing with the water from the showerhead, and cutting across
her skin like thousands of tiny razor blades. 

~~~~~ // ~~~~~

Mark had left before midnight.  It was now three in the morning
and Kelly was on her 2nd glass of wine listening to Whitney
Houston singing:

     "Bittersweet... Memories, 
     That is all... I'm taking with me... 
     So goodbye, please don't cry We both know, 
     I'm not what you need..."


"Do you trust me Kelly?"  That was what Brenda had asked.

Kelly had.  It was the reason she had broken it off with Mark
and why she was left unsatisfied, sitting in near darkness
listening to love songs.

To be continued...

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