The experience with Alexis Champion in the back of that big Lincoln was still on my mind. I thought that her and I just...well, hit if off and that the hot sex was just the natural order of things.
But, when I learned that it was a set up for HBO and ‘Taxi Cab Confessions’, I was naturally pissed. I became even more pissed when I found out that ‘Franklin’, the limo driver was actually her husband and was getting his own thrill from watching his wife suck and fuck me.
The Player had been played.
I spent the next few months bedding and banging everything in sight. From my manicurist to my Attorney....the sales girl at Sears, the grocery checker at Safeway, even my brothers’ babysitter gave it up.
But, after night after night of fucking around, I was tired. Fucking around takes a lot of work, not to mention the expense. True, a lot of my conquests were spur of the moment I guess, but a lot took time, preparation, and dough. I’m a guy that enjoys the chase, mixed with a dash of romance and a dab of reluctance (theirs not mine) and I’m happy. The sex was simply the end of the journey, but it was the journey that excited me the most.
Take Toni Hill. I was introduced to Toni at the ‘Copa’ in lower Manhattan just last month. I was there trying to recover from my sixty day marathon fuckfest that I mentioned earlier, and the Alexis Champion debacle. The last thing I wanted was another fiasco like that.
But, my old pal, Buddy Davenport eased up to me while I was enjoying a drink at the bar and whispered, “See that dame over there? That’s Toni Hill and she’s worth millions!”
I glanced back over my shoulder and asked, “Where? Which one?” as my eyes swept the expansive ballroom. There were big white booths along the perimeter of a hardwood dance floor. In those booths sat the rich and famous. I recognized a few as motion picture stars, and as usual, they were accompanied by their PR man, or their agents. The rest were just couples out for a night on the town with their significant others.
Buddy nodded at the corner booth, “There. That’s her right there. Last booth. The dame with the silky black hair and diamonds dripping from her ears. See her?”
I had to turn my head a bit further before I saw her, but when I did, it was all I could do to keep my jaw from dropping. She was more than gorgeous. I noticed that black silky hair that Buddy mentioned as it fell across one eye like those old time movie stars like Veronica Lake, Hedy Lamar and others that made men get hard dicks and sweaty palms. I was well on the way myself as I watched her sipping champagne.
It was hard not to notice the white mink stole that hung loosely over slim shoulders. The long dangling earrings must have cost a fortune. I immediately thought of Elizabeth Taylor in that black and white commercial where she takes one off and tosses it in the pile of cash on a poker table. I’m sure you’ve seen it.
But, she was no movie star, at least not one that I’d ever seen before, and growing up in Hollywood, I’d seen them all and bedded more than one.
I turned back to Buddy, “So...what’s her story?”
Buddy pulled out his ever present little black note pad and began reading, “Hmm. Born Antoinette Castonia, May5th, year unknown, but under forty, raised in Dallas, schooled abroad, married Jackson Hill, aged sixty five, now deceased..." then looked at me and winked, “ bad luck for him...good luck for you" then grinned and continued, “...uh let’s see...oh, yeah...runs some kind of international cosmetics company. Net worth...one hundred million.”
I glanced back to take another look about the time some short dude dressed elegantly slid in the booth next to her. He looked average.
“Who’s the dude in Armani?”
Buddy peeked over my shoulder, “Oh him? That’s Harper Jansen, her attorney. Kinda oversees her business affairs.”
“So he’s nothing?” I asked as I lit a fresh cigarette.
Buddy smiled, “There’s no romance Garrett, but she trusts him. I’d be a fool to think he wasn’t well paid though.”
Money didn’t interest me. I had plenty of dough. But, the widow Hill interested me very much. I asked, “You know him?” then slipped my gold cigarette case back in my pocket as I turned on my barstool to check her out a little closer.
“Yeah, sure. Come on. I’ll introduce you.” Buddy stood and starting walking away.
“Buddy! Come back here.” I snapped.
He turned back to me, “What the fucks the problem? You want to meet her or not?”
I did want to meet her, but on my terms and my turf. Manhattan was my second home. My home was southern California, specifically Malibu. I pictured her and I laying on the wet sand as foamy waters rushed over our bodies as they entwined during a passionate kiss. Yeah, I’m a sap for romance. I needed a plan and made one quickly.
“Buddy. See the dame over by the hat check booth?” I tossed my head to the left.
Buddy looked across the crowded dance floor and saw her, “Yeah...what about her?”
“Go tell her that I’d like to buy her a drink...meanwhile I’ll scribble a note on this bar napkin that I want you to deliver to Miss Hill when I give you the nod.”
Buddy smiled, “Boy, you sure like to make things complicated. She’s not the fucking Queen. She’s just another dame....true a very rich dame, but a dame. What’s gotten into you?”
Toni Hill had gotten into me. Like I said. It’s the journey, not the destination. Toni Hill might be just another dame, but to me at that moment, she had become my everything. I wanted her and I was going to have her.
I patted his cheeks, “Buddy, just do it and I’ll explain later” then began my message.
‘I heard you’re planning to be in Los Angeles on the 29th. As fate would have it, I’m hosting a black tie event for one of my charities that very evening. Please accept my invitation. 5 PCH, Malibu, California. I’d enjoy getting to know you. Regards, Garrett Carr.’
There. That should do it. I folded the napkin in half and handed it to Buddy when he returned from his first mission.
“Ok, she’ll be right here. Now, about this note?”
I stood as the woman worked her way through the crowd. I looked at Buddy and replied, “I’ll tell you when to deliver it. Now, move away so this broad can sit down.”
She extended her hand, “Hello Mr. Carr. I’m Candice Olsen, Candy for short” then giggled.
“Hello Candy” I bent at the waist and kissed her hand. A bit dramatic, but what the hell.
“Oh wow...a real gentleman. I kinda forgot what you guys look like.”
Candy smiled broadly as I pulled the stool out for her. Truth be told, Candy was more my type. Maybe it was her platinum pageboy, her big brown eyes, or her over glossed red lips, but whatever it was had my cock swelling.
Then she opened her sequined bag and pulled out a cigarette, “Mind if I smoke?”
I grinned as I held my gold Dunhill under the flame, “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t” then watched her wet lips pucker around the white filter as her cheeks hollowed. She inhaled deeply, then exhaled quickly over her shoulder as I poured the champagne.
I handed it to her as she dragged again then answered, “Thanks sugar.”
It was then I knew she was mine for the taking. But, that would have to wait. My goal was forty feet away and I knew if Buddy went over there then, she’d see me at the bar with Candy and figure me for just another player, and that wasn’t the image I wanted her to see...yet.
The big band orchestra started playing, ‘Kiss Of Fire’, a very popular song to tango to.
I asked Candy, “Do you tango Miss Olsen?” as I slid from the leather stool and extended my hand.
She grinned while licking her lips, “As a matter of fact Mr. Carr...I do!”
We were on the dance floor in seconds. Candy could Tango. Thank God my mother, the stunning Delilah had insisted that I learn to dance at a very early age!
My plan was to dance right by Toni Hill as frequently as I could without it seeming obvious. I thought we were dancing well together. Candy had plucked a long stem rose from one of the vases on an empty table and slipped it between her teeth. Nice touch. My eyes shifted to Buddy. I nodded and he took off across the room, note in hand. I watched as he shook hands with her lawyer, bowed graciously to Toni Hill, then handed her my very unimpressive note scribbled on a bar napkin. I then realized that was stupid and wished I could take it back. This was a woman of style and class. Not some redneck in a country bar with sawdust on the floor.
Surprisingly, Toni opened the note and looked at Buddy. Buddy then turned and gestured at me just as I turned my head away so we wouldn’t make eye contact. Since patience was far down on my list of qualities, I needed to see her reaction. My eyes darted to the right where I caught her staring at me...with a smile!
She nodded and mouthed, “Thank you” then stuck the napkin in her bag, looked back at me and mouthed, “I’ll see you there.”
My heart skipped a beat as Candy and I danced across the floor. Both in perfect frame. Our holds were applause worthy.
Candy grinned, raised her eyebrows, and tilted her head back slightly. We glided back and forth right in front of Toni, who was now accompanied not only by her attorney, but good old Buddy had joined the table. Little prick.
Anyway, I had gotten her attention and she had agreed to see me in Malibu, so it was time to fuck Candy.
When the band finished the tango, they took their break as Candy and I held hands and walked back to our perches at the bar. She sat down softly and crossed her legs before lighting a fresh cigarette. I knew she was ready.
“So, what’s next baby? Wanna go out and get some fresh air?” Her long eyelashes fluttered as she sucked on her cigarette.
I looked to the heavens and smiled. I also looked to Toni Hill’s table before making my next move. Luckily, she and her attorney were gone. Buddy was still there drinking.
Then I took the cigarette from her wet lips and took a drag. She smiled as I lifted her fingers to my lips and exhaled slowly as I kissed each finger. The warm smoke drifted across her hand.
“Mmm. Mr. Carr. You’re one sexy man.”
She took the cigarette from my fingers. Then leaned over, put her cigarette hand behind my head and pulled my face to hers. We gazed in each others eyes. We read each others mind. Then we kissed. I felt the tip of her tongue slipping back and forth where my lips touched. I parted them slowly. The tips of our tongues met first just outside our lips. I reminded myself this was not a saloon, but one of the swankiest night clubs in Manhattan. Certainly no place for a long make out session.
I withdrew from the kiss first. “Let’s get some of that fresh air.”
She sat up, stubbed out her cigarette and replied, “You got it.”
We walked out with our arms around each other into the night air. It wasn’t cold, just a bit nippy with a hint of dew. I looked up and down the street for some place suitable to have some hot, nasty sex. Yeah, Candy was the type that would enjoy something public and spontaneous.
Hell, I probably could have fucked her right there on the sidewalk under the big canopy. But, even I had my limits.
Clearly, Candy didn’t. She had her arms hooked around my neck as she stood on her toes. Her smoky tongue bumped the back of my throat. My cock inching to my waistband, I opened one eye and spotted the alley between Bonds and Tower Records. I reached under her and scooped her up, still kissing and shuffled across the street as horns honked.
I carried her in about twenty feet. Just enough that the lights from the storefronts and passing traffic didn’t reach our feet. I eased her down gently still attached at the lips. Candy finally pulled from the kiss.
Breathless, she said, "Wow! Now, that's how I like to be kissed." then pulled her strapless dress down revealing her nice full knockers as I hiked up her long skirt, bunching it with her top around her midsection.
I covered her tit with my mouth and sucked it hard. My tongue flicked around her nipple making it nice and hard. I nibbled it between my teeth while she un-buckled my belt and un-zipped my slacks. I felt them drop to my shoes. That worked nicely since it gave her some padding to keep her knees from getting scraped. She dragged her hands down my body as she slid down to her knees and rested them against my slacks.
I held her head between my hands while she lifted my heavy cock and rubbed it over her lips. I watched her tongue wrap around the tip playfully. She held my cock up and licked my balls before dragging her tongue up my shaft. After she had my cock warm and juicy, she opened her mouth and slipped slowly down my cock. I still had her head in my hands as she suckled and slurped like someone that had done this before. She began moaning causing vibrations that made my cock twitch.
My hands then rode her head while it bobbed up and down. When we heard footsteps passing just twenty feet from us, she stopped moaning, but continued sucking. I turned my head to the right and saw people straining to see down the alley from cabs and mini-vans. I wondered just how much, if anything they could actually see.
Candy began streaming juice from her pussy. I heard it splashing in the small puddle right under her that accumulated from an earlier rain. The sounds were similar to those you hear that trickles from the gutter spouts beside your house. I liked it enough to pump my cock in her hot mouth as if it were her pussy. The trickling increased to a steady stream. I wanted to cum, but wanted her pussy by then.
I stepped back dragging my stiff cock from her red lips. She looked up at me, "something wrong baby?" then stood up slowly, dragging her round tits up my body.
"No darlin. You're doing fine, but you need to get fucked!"
I pushed her naked back to the red brick wall as she raised one leg.
She grinned, "Boy, do I ever?!" then tilted her head back pulling my open mouth to hers. The kisses were fast and sloppy. These were not playful, sweet kisses. They were long and intense. Hungry, you might say.
Candy reached down and guided my cock to her warm opening and slipped the head in. We tossed our hips at each other in unison. She hooked her arms around my neck and kissed me hard as I started pumping my cock in and out. Her warm pussy wasn't very tight, but I knew it wasn't going to take long. She was already drenched, and I was very close.
Suddenly, the leg she had wrapped around my knee tensed up. Her wet cunt clamped tight. She pulled from the kiss and buried her head under my chin and just let it go.
My cock twitched then squirted. My balls tingled with the second spurt that shot from my thick cock. I heard and felt our mix squirting from her with each punishing stroke.
"Oh God baby!" Candy whispered against my lips, then unwrapped her leg and leaned back against the wall pulling her top up and her skirt down. I stooped over and pulled my slacks up and smiled as I zipped them up and buckled my belt.
We stood and stared for a minute. I don't know what she was thinking, but I knew that while she gave a great blow job and was a decent fuck, she was no Toni Hill.
I took Candy by the elbow and stepped from the dark alley to the sidewalk where I hailed a cab.
The cab whipped to the curb as we kissed goodbye.
"Will I see you again?" She asked as she stooped to get in the back.
I laid a hand on the roof and peeked in, "Anythings possible doll. Goodnight."
I stood and shut the door. The cab sped away and I knew that was the last I'd see of Candice Olsen.
Now, it's on to Los Angeles and my black tie party in Malibu, and the glamorous Toni Hill.
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