NaNoWriMo, Chapter 3


Paul sat and thought about Slim when he hung up the phone from her. She was too

Lovers passionately kissing in a park

beautiful and could make him do things he was no wanting to do. Most of his clients were men who had routine jobs for him. Checking up on a cheating wife, or dealing with a thug that was trying to collect on a debt. He had never been approached for murder for a price.

He went over to his easy chair and flipped the television on, and surfed through the channels, not seeing anything that would hold his interest. He stood up and walked over to the kitchen rummaging through the refrigerator, and decided to fix himself some fried eggs.

While sitting at his table eating, his mind kept drifting back to the lady with the swinging hips. He also realized that he was bored, didn’t want to really do anything and he had to admit he was lonely. Why not call her and have her come over. They could sit down and discuss some more options. Surely, he could convince her there were other ways to handle her situation besides murder.

He tinkered with this idea, while gulping down the last of his eggs, and washing it down with some cold coffee. No, it wasn’t a good idea to call her, let it be, business only. Damn, this was driving him crazy, just call the dame and let’s get this over. He decided he was going to tell her he was not the man for her job, and to find someone else to do her dirty work.

He put his plate and fork in the sink and went over and dialed her number, and she picked it up on the second ring. He heard that silky voice that sent shivers down his spine. She asked if he had changed his mind and was going to give her his address so she could come over and talk.

He said yes, he was going to give her his address as he did not have that much going on today. He told her the directions and she said she would be there in less than half an hour. The two hung up and Paul walked into his bathroom and scratching his shadow, he decided he may as well be presentable; after all, she was trying to hire him.

He finished shaving and splashed some cologne on his face and went into his bedroom and slipped off his shirt and put a better one on. He put some socks on and then went back out to the living room to wait. He decided to make a fresh pot of coffee, so he went to the kitchen to start the coffee maker, when the doorbell rang.

He went to the door and opening it she blew in throwing her jacket off on his couch, and smoothly turning and throwing herself in his arms, knocking the two of them on to the couch, and then falling off on to the floor. She lying on top of him, flipping her hair out of her face, looking into his eyes, and he, so close to her, could smell her sensuality, he lost all of his senses, and he rolled her over with her lying on her back on the floor. And he yanked at her blouse she had on, popping all buttons, exposing the soft mounds hiding under the wire covering.  He slithered his hand up under her skirt, and with one hand tore her panties off of her, exposing warm flesh to him.

He scooted himself up to her hair and stretched it upward, forcing her neck to rise, and biting her neck, and kissing her ears, brought moans of joy from her lips. While kissing her his other hand was searching unknown territories under her skirt. Her body rose to his giving him permission to explore farther.

He removed his hand and brought it up to her one nipple and he gently squeezed it and then he rolled her over and unhooked her bra, forcing it to fall away from the fleshy mounds, showing perky nipples. His mouth found its way to the tips of them and he nibbled ever so softly on first one and then the other, cupping each one in his hand. She moaned deeper for him, and then he wiggled his body down and began to kiss her navel and eventually found his way down to the secret garden.

When she felt the touch of his lips, her body took over and it rose up and down to each of his touches. This turned him on so much, that his manhood could be felt firmly against her thighs. She started to scream, to take me, and take me now. Make love to me dammit, here and now!

He could not hold himself back anymore and so he went back and forced her mouth open  searching every dark spot inside of her mouth with tongue, and then lowering himself on top of her, he went from a slow and steady pace to becoming faster and harder, and slamming her into the floor deeper and deeper. The more she screamed, the more he thrust himself into her.  After several minutes they both exploded in sheer delight, and then he toppled off of her and lay on the floor beside her, and each one was breathing so heavily, it took a few moments for their breathing to calm down.

He stood up wrapping himself in a blanket from the couch and went and put his clothes back on, going to the kitchen table and lighting up a cigar. She eventually got up and asked him for a shirt of his so she could get dressed, laughing that she could not wear that blouse anymore with the buttons missing.

He pointed towards his bedroom and told her the closet was on the left, help herself to anything hanging on the right side of the closet. She disappeared into his room and soon came out with a long sleeve shirt on showing those sexy legs of hers. It almost made him want to throw her back down and have his way with her again, but he was too tired.

He continued to puff on his cigar, and she sat down at the table smiling like the cat that swallowed the canary. She was sure that with giving him the ultimate gift of her, he would be willing to now do whatever it was that she asked of him.

She came out with the words of have you thought over what I have asked you to do? Have you made a decision yet?  His response was not going to do it. She looked straight in his eyes and said,”What? You are not going to do as I ask?” He said,”Nope, it just isn’t in the cards for me babe.”

Her once baby soft eyes turned to daggers and she ran over to him and started slapping him where ever her hands could reach. He reached out and told her, “Back off kitty cat, put those claws away, you are not going to change my mind. I don’t care how much money you offer, I am not going to jail for anyone.”

With that, she went over to the couch and put her clothes back on, and grabbed her jacket and turning back to him, she flipped him off, and told him to go to hell, and with that she opened the door and slammed it so hard behind her the pictures on his wall shook.  He laughed to himself, as he said, you lose some, and you win some, and that was a nice win for me.

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