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Chapter 10 — Melissa Harrington
Monday, I am in my office building downtown; as I walk in the door, the reception area is loaded with every woman in the office, including mom. YIKES!!!
They surprise me by hugging and kissing me one at a time before going back to work. Vickie was last in the line and kissed me with much more passion than everyone but mom. I spent the rest of the day working with Vickie again. It’s as if nothing happened.
Tuesday, I’m at Global. I am told as I walk in that I have a 9:00 with Sandy in Conference room #1. I put my umbrella and briefcase down in my office, pick up my notepad and pen, then I am off to the conference room.
I open the door to find Sandy and a beautiful young woman sitting down at the table. Sandy springs to her feet and hugs me hard.
Tears are running down her face, “How are you? Arm ok? Should you be here? It was on the news a few nights ago, and your sister called in for you. That was sweet of her.”
Wow, I hadn’t even thought of it until now.
I smile at her, “As long as you don’t grab my arm hard, I am fine. Thank you, I will be ok.”
Melissa has a bit of an attitude, “What’s the matter, big boy, get a hang nail?”
Sandy’s head turned immediately and gave her a soft rebuke, “Don’t you watch the news? He was shot a few days ago. He killed three people breaking into his home.”
Melissa still isn’t impressed, “Why isn’t he in jail?”
This might be the shortest job interview ever.
Sandy continues, although more irritated now, “When you work with the FBI, you don’t get arrested. He was protecting the mother of a former girlfriend, Vickie Simmons.”
Melissa changed her tune really quick, realizing her position wasn’t popular, “Well, congratulations then. That was pretty cool. I wish I had a boyfriend that was that studly.”
Sandy explains, “Melissa is up for your old position. She has a great background and has been with the company for three years. I am betting that she will slip right in and hit the floor running. Her co-workers give her great reviews, and the customers adore her. I’m going over some HR stuff, but I thought you would like to meet her.”
I offer my hand and say, “Welcome. I’m glad to see that they’re finally backfilling my old spot. We have suffered without someone in that position. I wish you lots of luck and if you have any questions, feel free to ask away.”
Melissa asks, “Are you free for lunch? I have a bunch of questions. I’ll pay.”
This is new, she wants to pay for me? She’s interesting. She has an air of self-confidence. Maybe too much, but she likes to take charge. I don’t mind helping. Besides, she is about the tallest, most muscular woman I have ever seen. She lifts weights. Not like I do, not even close. But she’s firm for a woman. She’s also adorable. Long blonde hair, giant baby blue eyes, milky skin, and a face of innocence. Her body is shapely, other than she has no chest. I can’t even see nipples pointing out of her tight chest.
She’s too tall and too flat-chested to be a runway model, but her face and toned body brings her close to perfect. I like this girl. We are definitely going to lunch today.
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It’s a month later. I have been dating Melissa for three weeks. She has been to my house, we have gone to public charity functions, and our relationship is going well. Tonight, I’m going over to her place for dinner, and then we’re finally going to consummate our relationship together. Mom and Jane have both been very supportive of me. They take turns sleeping with me. Since I started dating Melissa, though, no sex for any of us.
It’s hard for them; they want me. Yet, they know I want to get married. I want children and a family. I am positive that I find a woman that they like. They want a woman that allows Jane and mom into our relationship. The odds of that happening are slim. Vickie would probably allow it, but we still have that trust issue keeping her at bay.
I was told to come casual, so I have khakis and a polo on with tennis shoes. I am still a huge man; I think I look dumb in this. Mom and Jane don’t agree at all. They suggest I stay home, and they’ll prove it. I grab the keys to a new Mustang and hit the road; I don’t want to be late. Not tonight, I don’t.
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Vickie’s point of view:
It’s a lonely Friday night. I sit here, sad for the one-millionth time, thinking about how bad my decision-making was a few years ago. I could be at the club or married to Bill. Instead, I am home with mom watching some stupid ass movie on TV.
My phone rings? Who would call me on a Friday night?
I answer my phone cautiously, “Hello, it’s Vickie.”
The female voice is excited, too excited to almost talk, “VICKIE! It’s your old friend Melissa from the club.”
Wow, I haven’t had sex with this wild ass bitch in forever. I thought I had an issue; she would do weird, twisted, and sometimes just plain cruel things. She likes to dominate people. The club watched her close.
I am friendly, “Hi Mel, how’s it going? Still up to no good?”
Melissa laughs, “Oh, you know it. Hey, I got a special offer for you tonight.”
She has my interest now, “Ohhhhh. I’m all ears.”
Melissa uses her sinister voice, “Guess who I have in my dungeon right now?”
I guess, “Crazy Mark? The Cuban? The machine?”
She laughs, “Oh, you know all the good ones. No, tonight is a special event. I’m going to hit new lows to break this guy. He is such a stud; I want him bad. You know how alpha males are, though, their head strong. They don’t like to be controlled. I think you might want to help. This is the guy that got you kicked out of the club, banned for life.”
OH FUCK NOOOOOOO! Not BILL!!! She’s going to kill him.
I reply quickly with eagerness in my voice, “That guy is a beast; how in the hell did you subdue him?”
She’s laughing her ass off, “I spiked his wine. That made him groggy. That puts most people out for a week. I tasered him. That made him mad. I had to use a second to knock him down. I have two pets that took him downstairs and locked him up good. You have one hour to get here before he wakes up, and I start having fun with him.”
I shout, “Wait! Where do you live? You better not start without me, or I will kill you. I owe him big time for what he did to me.”
She laughs, “Fine, fine, I will wait. Don’t dally. I will text you the address. You take too long, and I’ll start. The timer starts now, bye.”
ARGGGGGG!
Mom asks me what’s wrong? I’m already running to get my keys, wallet, shoes.
I hand mom my phone, and as I’m putting on my shoes, I tell mom, “Bill is in deep shit with a crazy lady that may kill him tonight. I’m invited to get even with him. She’s sending me her address. I will forward it to you.” I’m rushing to put my shoes on. “Then I want you to call Agent Johnson and warn him that this bitch will do something terrible to Bill, possibly castrate or kill him.”
When mom finishes getting the address, I grab my phone and rush out the door. I break several speed laws on my way. Just my luck, no police are around to stop me. I remember Melissa. She absolutely despises men. She still fucks them because she needs to for points so she can have her fun. Nobody enjoys sex with her.