Aversion

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Wade lay in his bead, peacefully and soundly asleep. Yolanda poked at him a few times before she resolved to collect her clothes and head out. “Just pass right out, man. Leave me here, don’t walk me home. Fuck that shit, I’m outta here.”

She turned off the television as she exited his bedroom, and purposefully slammed the door shut behind her as she left his apartment.

He reached for the television remote, switched the television back on and answered to her, fully knowing that she had already left, “it’s about time you left. Damn, I thought she was gone spend the whole fuckin’ night.” He returned the remote control to the night table, closed his eyes, wrapped the sheet against his naked body, and fell into a restful night’s slumber.



The alarm buzzed at eight AM sharp, and Wade grumbled before turning it off and rolling out of bed. He sulked as he turned on the bedroom light and walked to his closet. He selected a black suit, the same suit he wore earlier that week. He wanted to drop it off at the dry cleaner’s today, but he would not have time, given that his day was pretty shot, seeing how he would be spending, what seemed like, the entire day with Bridgett. He stuffed several items in a bag and figured he could drop them off at the dry cleaner’s on his way to the garage, where the private black town car, now spotless, awaited yet another day of driving. He removed the suit from the closet, hung it on the hook on the back of his bathroom door, and then Wade started the shower. He reluctantly threw a clean pair of trouser socks, boxer shorts and his shoes on his bed, and then returned to the bathroom, stepped into the shower, and basked in the hot stream as it soaked him. He took his razor, shaved his head again, and washed his body with a bar or soap.

After the shower, Wade dried off with a clean towel, walked back to his bedroom, put the socks on, then the boxer shorts, and unhooked the suit that was hanging on the door. He removed the jacket, hung it on the hook, and then took the pants off the hanger. He slid into the pants, leaving the zipper and button open. Wade then loosed the shirt, put it on, buttoned each button from the top down to the bottom, and tucked the shirt into his pants. He zipped and buttoned his pants, and looked into the mirror as he tied his standard black necktie. He always tied his necktie in a Windsor-style knot – he once heard that rich people usually tied their neckties in this style, so he figured it would be the best option. Not that he was rich, but he did serve a rather big duty to the class of people he was serving. Tying the tie, he felt, was pretty much guaranteeing that he would keep his job. He figured every little bit helped, and the more money he could make doing what he did for a living, the shorter time he would have to hang around these people.

He put on his coat, grabbed the bag of dirty clothes, and removed his keys from the hook near the door. He placed the driver’s cap underneath his arm, tucking it so it would not slip off. He walked out of the apartment, closed and locked the door, and headed to his car. He sighed as he started the engine, and a yawn escaped him. “I could be watching college football right now. I could be sleeping right now. I could be doing anything but this BULLSHIT right now. Fuck.” As the engine turned over, the car hummed as he backed out of his parking spot and drove in the direction of Beverly Hills.

Wade approached the private garage and parked his car. He opened the automatic garage door, and then he entered the garage, where the car he washed and detailed yesterday was now standing before him, right in the exact spot he left it the day before. He unlocked the doors, entered the driver’s seat and drove in the direction of his employer’s home.


He pulled into the expansive driveway, and walked through the luxurious, cutout paths leading to the front door. He tipped his driver’s cap to the gardeners as they attentively cultivated the earth in the flowerbeds, and watched as a group of landscapers cut the grass, leaving behind a sweet, earthy, grassy scent as they plowed through the huge complex that was the mansion of his employer. He watched in awe as he scanned the property and thought how massive the workforce must be to maintain such a large area. He slowed his gait as he approached the door, then stopped to look at his watch. He sighed when ealiealized that he was about thirty minutes early, then approached the door and rang the bell at the entrance. Within several moments, a main answered the door, dressed in a light colored dress with an apron in front.

The maid opened the door further and invited him in, placing her hand out. He hesitated, and then realized that she was offering to hang his driver’s cap for him. She walked him to the waiting area near the foyer, and pointed him to a chair in the sitting room. He shook his head, but she was adamant that he take a seat. He took the chair closest to the entrance of the waiting area; a plush, dark violet chair with a matching ottoman. He watched the maid leave the room, and he lifted one leg on the ottoman, feeling slightly out of place.

He leaned into the door as he heard hushed voices come from another room. “Already? I suppose he anticipated traffic. Yes, a good driver, I think we shall keep him for a while. That will be all Elena, thank you.”

Wade stood when he heard the door click open, and faced the door as it was opened by Bridgett, standing in an elegant silk bathrobe with fancy, intricate lace detail work around the edges and pockets. She smiled as he approached her and extended her hand as a sign of welcome. He lightly bowed to her, then shook her outstretched hand. She spoke, “I’m afraid you caught me a bit unprepared, Wade. I’m not quite ready yet.”

Slightly nervous, he answered, “I am sorry, ma’am, I did not want to be late, and I was afraid there would be traffic.”

“Wade, I’ve told you that you can call me Bridgett. I prefer it, so please address me by my proper name.”

“I’m sorry Bridgett. I, uh, well, it makes me-”

She finished his sentence for him. “Uncomfortable? Please do not feel that way, I want you to feel welcome in my home, just as my other staff feel welcome. Now if you will give me a few moments to finish up here, I will join you shortly. I do believe Elena has prepared coffee for everyone, but I am afraid we missed breakfast. I am sure she can whip something up for you, I’d be happy to ask her to if you’d like.”

Wade shook his head and answered, “no thank you, but I would like some coffee. It is in the kitchen?”

“Sure is, follow me. Oh, one moment.” She reached forward, to the buttons on his suit coat. She unbuttoned the first button, and as she reached for the second button, Wade could not help but notice that her robe was opening, just slightly, and he could make out the smooth curvature of her breast. He refocused his eyes to her hands as they unbuttoned the rest of the buttons on his coat, trying to seem as if he did not notice the slight drape in her robe as her skin was revealing itself to him.

He did the best he could to suppress a smile. He would never tell her that it was beginning to turn him on.

When she finished buttoning his coat, she guided him to the kitchen, and withdrew a cup from the cupboard. When she placed it on the table, Elena walked forward with the coffee pot and cream, and filled his cup with fresh coffee. He thanked her, added some cream, found the sugar bowl on the table, and stirred his coffee. Wade then sipped it and rested the cup on the table. He nervously checked the clock on the wall and compared the time to the reading on his watch. He realized that, as usual, his watch was about five minutes early.

“Luke? Luuuuuke?” Ashley came running down the stairs, and spotted Wade sitting at the kitchen table. “Oh hello Wade!”

“Good morning miss Ashley! How are you today?”

“I am great! No school today.” She smiled as she took a seat next to Wade at the kitchen table.

He watched the young girl as she scanned the room, then asked, “who is Luke?”

She beamed as she replied, “Luke is my friend. He is my best friend, really. Oh there he is.” She spotted the dog lounging in one of the rooms adjacent to the kitchen, and she then bolted out of her seat, running for the dog as it sat upright, awaiting her to pet him. Ashley spoke to the dog, and it followed her into the kitchen. “Luke, this is Wade, his is my bus driver.”

Wade nearly choked on his coffee, then looked over to Ashley. “Bus driver?”

“Sure. Some of the kids at school take buses, so the car is like the bus. You take me to school, and take me home. So yes, you’re like a bus driver. See? You even have a cap.” She pointed to the slight imprint on his head, left by his driver’s cap.

He smiled at Ashley and looked at the dog as it watched him intently. “You know what, Ashley? I think the dog understands what we’re saying.” He watched the dog as it looked to Ashley, awaiting a response to his statement.

“Luke, want to shake hands?” The dog wagged its tail.

Wade pushed his chair back from the table, then leaned forward as he took a closer look at the dog.
“Luke, this is Wade. Wade, Luke. Now shake hands.”

Wade extended his hand to the dog, then Luke raised his paw to meet Wade’s outstretched hand. “Nice to meet you, Luke.”

“Very good. Now that you have met the family dog, we should be all set, right Wade?” He stood as he heard Bridgett’s voice in the kitchen, and faced the woman as she approached the table.

“Hi mommy!” The girl hugged her mother.

“Good morning darling. Did you sleep well?”

“I did, and Luke slept so well, he even drooled a little bit.” The girl chuckled.

“Oh no, not on your linens?”

“Just a bit.”

Bridgett waved her hand at Elena, who was in another room. Elena promptly joined the trio (and the dog) in the kitchen. “Yes ma’am?”

“Ashley’s linens might need special attention when you do the laundry today, Elena. Please check for any stains or whatever else you may find.”

“Of course.” She exited the kitchen, and walked up the stairs to Ashley’s bedroom.

Wade noticed that Elena had an accent, and he wondered where she was from. She also had a distinctive look to her – it was unusual, yet very beautiful.

“As I was saying – Wade, I am just about ready if you want more coffee, you are welcome to it.”

Wade looked at his cup on the table. He only took a few sips from it, but he felt fairly satisfied. “No ma’am, I think we’re just about ready to go.”

“Very good. Ashley, I want you to work on your music lessons today. Mary is coming over with that piano piece again, and when I get home, I would like to hear the first twenty measures of the piece.”

“But mom…”

Bridgett placed her hand on her daughter’s shoulder and leaned into her. “Honey, I’m sure daddy will be thrilled if you could play that whole etude by heart when he comes home.”

“Okay. When is miss Franklin coming over?”

“Shortly after noon, I believe. Carla left the schedule in the office, if you want to take a look at it. Also, there is a workbook in the library downstairs that I left on your desk. I want you to work on your script letters, dear. Your b’s and s’s still need some work.”

“Fine, mother.” Ashley sighed dramatically before she pulled on the dog’s collar, and then reached for the handle on the screen door. Before pulling the door open, she asked in a sarcastic tone, “can I at least play with the dog?”

Bridgett rolled her eyes, and then answered her daughter, “yes of course.”

Ashley opened the door and the dog chased after her as she ran freely in the yard. She picked up a ball from the ground and threw it far, and the dog chased after her, returning it to the girl so she could throw it again.

“Go ahead and bring the car to the front, Wade. I’ll join you in just a moment.” She walked away, and Wade placed his cup in the kitchen sink, then was joined by Elena at the front door. She handed his driver’s cap to him and opened the door before he exited. “Thank you, Elena.”

“You’re welcome, Wade.”

He looked around the house for any sign of Bridgett. He figured he had a minute to spare before he exited the home. “If I may ask, are you from around here?”

“No sir, from Russia.” She answered with a smile.

“You have a lovely accent, ma’am.” He bowed again before leaving the house.

She answered after him before closing the door, “thank you, mister Wade.”

He smiled, and watched her close the door behind him. He walked to the car, drove it nearest the front door, and walked out of the car. When Bridgett joined him, he opened the back door for her. When she entered the car, he sniffed the air she left behind her; a very rich scent, made of expensive perfume, whatever soap she used, and the natural smell of… money.

He drove off, and asked, “would you like the windows down, Bridgett?”

“Oh no, I don’t want to mess up my hair.”

“Understood.” He left the windows up as he drove off. “Would you like the partition up?”

“Yes please.”

As he closed the partition that separated driver from passenger, he heard her open her purse and watched in the rear view mirror as she removed a small vial, untwisted the cap, and lean forward. As the partition slid closed, he could hear a short, forceful sniff coming from the passenger in the back seat.


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Wade enabled the passenger call button since the partition was still raised. He silently thanked the powers that be for the partition between him and his employer – he was free to listen to the radio and open hit window slightly. He took a more scenic route through Beverly Hills – he imagined that Bridgett was in no rush to get home, and if that was the case, then he could take his sweet time and drive through the prettier areas of the luxurious community.

He flipped the switch on the radio and tuned into the Motown station he enjoyed the previous night. When the call button lit up, he immediately turned the radio off and pressed the button. “Yes, ma’am?”

She released a heavy sigh and answered, “Wade, call me Bridgett.”

“Sorry.”

“I know, you need to get adjusted to it, I understand. At any rate, I just wanted to let you know how brilliant the car looks today. You did all this work yourself last night in the garage?”

He smiled in satisfaction and replied, “Yes ma’am, I sure did.”

“Wonderful job, Wade. That is all.” The button signaled that she ended her connection, and he turned the radio back on. He hummed the tune playing through the speakers and drove the car down the palm-tree lined streets of the suburbs, purposely taking his time and stopping at all crosswalks.


The partition lowered as the car drove through Rodeo Drive, and Bridgett asked Wade to park the car locally. “Bridgett, would you like me to drop you off somewhere, and I can go park the car?”

Bridgett placed her hand on the driver’s shoulder and replied, “that would be splendid.” She scanned the row of shops lining the street and pointed to a small boutique with several elegantly clothed mannequins.

He pulled to the front of the store and opened her door for her. He told her, “I’ll go park over there by Patricia’s Resturant.”

“I will meet you inside the shop, Wade. Don’t wander off for long.”

He smiled and replied, “Oh I wouldn’t dare.” He walked back to the car and drove to the parking area.

When he returned to the shop, he felt slightly uncomfortable as he pulled the door handle to enter the women’s clothing store. He looked around the store for any signs of Bridgett, and resolved to hang outside for a while. Walking around a women’s shop was not in his agenda for his day off. He put his hands in his pockets and sulked off for a while, walking up and down the small street block. After about half an hour, he walked back into the store and tried to seem casual as he blankly walked through the aisles, all the while looking for his employer.

One of the stores saleswomen approached the driver. She did not hold back the disappointment that was written all over her face. She squared him and asked, “what are you looking for?”

He nervously placed his hands in his pockets. “Uh, well I uh, see I…”

“I don’t believe we carry that, perhaps you should try another store. You may leave the same way you came in.”

He removed his hands from his pockets and crossed his arms. “Excuse me?”

“We are not hirinnd pnd please do not solicit out customers for work. You obviously do not belong in here, so…”

She was cut off by Bridgett, who was now walking from the fitting rooms to meet up with her driver. “What seems to be the problem?” Wade turned to face his boss, who was carrying several elegant items, letting them drape over her arm.

“I am sorry to inconvenience you, ma’am, but this man was just about to leave.” She shot Wade a look of pure scorn.

“Why, is he bothering you?”

The woman pointed her finger at Wade. “He is loitering, and on his way out.”

Bridgett smiled at Wade, then faced the saleswoman again. “A store of your class, I’m sure, does not allow people like him on the premises, correct?”

The woman’s answer was swift and swollen with pride. “Precisely.”

Bridgett smiled broadly and threw the clothes on the store’s floor. “I imagined so. Pick those up and do what you will – I am not spending any money in here today. Not ever. And I’m telling my friends. Obviously you have no idea who I am. However, know this man – his name is Wade and he is my driver.” She watched with pure satisfaction as the woman’s face flushed, and then Bridgett walked with Wade as she headed for the store’s exit. “Come Wade, let’s spend my money somewhere else. A lot of money in another store.”

When Wade opened the door for Bridgett, he looked sadly on the saleswoman as she was now picking up the pile of clothing that Bridgett dropped on the floor.

Wade thought to himself, “not muc much longer, bud. These rich assholes can only get you for so long. Soon enough, you’ll be done with all this.”

“Oh, here it is!” Bridgett quickened her pace as she approached the store she passed the day before – the store with the jacket she had her eyes on. They entered the store together, Wade opening the door for her as she stepped in. After shopping around for a while (and for what felt like an eternity to Wade), Bridgett selected the duster jacket, among several other items, and walked to the dressing rooms. She told Wade to take a seat by the front entrance of the dressing rooms, so he sat down in a chair nearest the entrance. After a few minutes had passed, he heard her calling him from one of the dressing rooms. He approached her door and tapped lightly.

“Yes, Bridgett?”

“Oh thank goodness, Wade. I am having a problem with several hooks in the back of this, would you mind giving me a hand?”

Wade shook his head. Now he was a clothing consultant, along with driver and shopping assistant. He thought to himself, “triple time pay… triple time pay…” as he opened the door.

What he saw came very unexpected. There was Bridgett, dressed in a corset and stockings. She was reaching behind for several of the hooks, and when Wade walked in, she beamed. “Here, the ones on the bottom. I cannot reach around far enough.

Wade brought his fingers to the hook, his fingers lightly glidilonglong the soft skin of her back, which was beautifully curved as her hips moved a bit as she slid into the corset. “Thank you, Wade.” She turned to face him. “So?”

“Sorry?” He was confused.

She placed her hands on her hips, still only wearing the corset and stockings. “How does it look?”

He tried to look her in the eye as he answered, but he was slightly distracted by her very attractive figure. “I’d say it’s a keeper, Bridgett.”

She started to unhook the corset in the back, so he turned for the door again. She placed her hand on his shoulder, turning him around to face her again. “No, I want you to stay.”

“I wouldn’t want to, well, I don’t want to interrupt you.”

She took his hand and placed it on her back again. “Okay then, please unhook me in the back so I can get out of this thing.

Facing her, he placed each hand on her hips, and then felt for the hook. He undid the hooks, then exited the dressing room. He needed to get out of that dressing room as soon as possible; he was afraid if he spent much longer in there, that corset would be torn apart before she even had the chance to purchase it.

Bridgett selected several items that she liked and hung the others on a rack just outside of the dressing room. Wade walked around the store for a bit, still with the image of his employer and her curvaceous body; the image of her wearing each of the items she selected in the store. When she walked to the cash register, he waited for her by the door.

She walked to the door, and Wade took the shopping bags and boxes from Bridgett. She stepped to the exit and as he held the door open, she asked him for the time. “It is,” he looked at his watch, “hpastpast noon.”

“Where did you park the car?”

“Over by the restaurant on Main. Would you like me to get the car?”

She answered, “no, it is not a far walk. Come, we can walk there together. Actually, I could go for lunch, are you hungry?”

He did not want to seem overly eager, but the truth was that he could definitely go for some lunch. He thought about it for a moment.

She took her purse from Wade as they continued to walk. “It’s on me.”

“Sounds great.”


When they arrived at the restaurant, Bridgett ordered a Martini to start, and Wade was content with a glass of iced tea. The waiter came back to take their orders, and Bridgett insisted that Wade order first. Being rather hungry, he ordered a triple-decker sandwich with several side items. Bridgett ordered a small salad with the house vinaigrette. After Bridgett ordered, Wade felt out of place again, just like he did in the first shop that they were in.

Their drinks arrived, and Bridgett lit a cigarette as she sipped her Martini. She leaned into Wade and asked him, “So tell me Wade, are you from the area or out of town?”

He placed his hands under the table, and he replied, “I have lived here for the most part of my life. I’m from Oakland, but I moved around for a while, trying to find good work. I eventually ended up in southern California and, well, that is how I ended up here.”

She finished her Martini and ordered a second. “Yes, I see. My husband and I have lived in the area for several years and we do enjoy it very much. His work requires him to be in the Valley for the most part, but I prefer living in the area we are in now. And I think it is much better for Ashley to have the school she is attending. I am also growing attached to her piano teacher – the woman exhibits professionalism, and she has patience that I honestly do not understand. She is very good with Ashley.”

Wade nodded as he tried not to look too nervon thn the restaurant. It was not in his nature to be intimidated by his surroundings, but he was afraid if he had another encounter similar to that of the shop earlier.

When lunch came, Wade eyed his lunch admirably, then watched as Bridgett received her salad and thanked the waiter. They each grabbed their forks and ate their meals. Bridgett lightly picked at her salad, but Wade took no notice of her as he dug into his meal.

They ate their lunch in silence, and immediately after finishing her salad (which was only partially eaten), Bridgett lit another cigarette and ordered another drink. She watched as Wade ate the food on his plate, lost in his own world of enjoyment. This was the only part of his day, so far, that he was enjoying.

She leaned forward and spoke, “after this, I’d like to check out this gallery up on Scott street, it’s that boutique with all those cute little items. I’ll show you when we get to the car.”

He nodded, then brought his fork to his mouth.

When her drink arrived, she drank it in several sips, then opened her purse. She smiled and turned her chair to leave the table. “I’ll be right back –I’m going to the ladies’ room.”

Again, he nodded. While she was gone, he finished his lunch, then waited for her to come back to the table. He took the keys from his pocket and fidgeted with them in his nervous fingers.

She returned and asked him, “are you alright?”

“Yes ma’am, just a bit, well, I suppose anxious.” He put the keys back in his pocket. “I mean no disrespect, but I’m just not use han hanging out in these real nice places. I just drive, know what I mean?”

She grinned. “I understand. Let’s go.” She waived for the waiter and received the check. She paid, left a generous tip, and they left the restaurant together.

Wade drove down the street until he reached Scott street, turned the car in, and found a good place to park. When they walked up to the boutique, Wade hesitated before stopping at the door.

It was a lingerie shop.

Bridgett took little notice of his reluctance.

Wade thought to himself, “this fucking bitch, bringing me into these ladies’ stores. I do not belong in here.” He reflected on his initial experience in the first store earlier that day. He did not want to go off on that saleswoman, seeing how his boss was standing next to him when it happened. He did not want to lose patience. He had enough of that in his past, and he was learning to be a bit calmer. So far, he was doing very well.

But standing at that entrance, he felt Bridgett was just asking for trouble.

He reluctantly stepped forward and opened the door for his employer. She walked in and moseyed around the aisles for a bit before finding several items that she like“I’m“I’m going to try these on. You can sit in the waiting area again, I do not want anyone to come around and harass you. If anyone does bother you, just tell them you are with me and I will gladly explain.”

Wade tried to seem grateful, but he was pissed that Bridgett thought he could not defend himself. He figured he was better off if Bridgett did the talking anyway – he did not want to come across as arrogant and ungrateful.

Wade sat in a chair by the door. He noticed that most of the stores were very similar in their set up – the floor plans were nearly the same, they all had waiting areas in the dressing rooms, and even the salespeople looked the same. They all dressed well – dark suits and scarves, usually skirts and sometimes pants. Most of them had the same haircut and fake blonde hair. It was nauseating.

Once again, Bridgett called from her dressing room. Wade rose to his feet, getting frustrated with his additional tasks on this day. He was a driver after all; he had no place in a women’s lingerie boutique, and he had no desire to close hooks or pick out clothes for his boss.

He knocked on the dressing room door, and she turned the handle for him to enter.

When he entered, she was standing before him in a black teddy with matching panties, and a matching black bra. Once again, he tried not to take notice as she stood there, now pretty much exposed.

She took note of his expression as it turned from embarrassed to outright insulted. She said, “I am awfully sorry top bop bothering you Wade, but I need help with this one thing.”

He stepped forward and looked in the mirrors. This room seemed as ire mre made of mirrors – he could see her reflection in each of the panes; each reflection showing off different views of her, standing in the black ensemble. He faced her and asked, “what is it?”

She bent over and picked up a garter on a small chair in the corner of the room. She held it forward and asked, “I can’t decide between this one or the one I’m wearing. See,” she took his hand and put it on her thigh. “I like the way this one,” she slid her hand down the piece as it stretched along her skin, letting his fingers touch the material and the smooth skin it covered. She brought his hand back to the top of her thigh, “…feels, but I think I like the look of that other one better.” She let go of his hand and rested her hands on her hips. “I think I should take this one off and put that one on, just to see what the difference would be.” She stood, staring him square in the eye.

“Uh, well, I really don’t know for sure.” He looked to the side.

“Hmm, neither do I. Well, I’ll try it on anyway.” She unclipped the garter from the garter belt, letting the material slide down her leg. Wade bent over to pick it up, and she slowly removed the second garter. “On second thought,” she threw the garter aside, “I have a better idea. I like it off.”

He looked back to her, his face displaying utter confusion. “Sorry?”

“Honestly, I hate this shit. My husband doesn’t even appreciate it, but I do enjoy watching you as I’m tossing things here and throwing them there. You like it, don’t you?”

He cleared his throat and answered, “is it that obvious?”

She laughed, “there was no doubt in my mind that you liked women, but it is interesting to see your reaction.” There was no subtlety or modesty in her response. She reached behind her back and slowly unhooked the bra. It loosed, and lightly hung or brr breasts as she reached her arms forward.

He stepped back as she approached him. “Forgive me, Bridgett, I just can’t.” He backed further until she now had him pinned against the mirror in back of him.

Bridgett leaned into him, pressing her body against his until she started unbuttoning his coat. She softly whispered into his ear, kissing his neck as her lips made their path, “why not?” Her voice was like honey, and he began to wonder if she tasted just as sweet.

“Bridgett, if your husband found out, I’d be dead.” He rested his hands on his sides, then felt as she reached down and unzipped his pants. She lowered her hands down, pushing his trousers to the floor. She then reached into his boxers and began stroking him in her palm. As hard as he tried, he could not hide his steady erection from here. After all, some things, some desires can never be suppressed. And the desire to fuck his boss was one of them.

She moaned as she slid her body against his, letting the bra dip further off of her. “I bet you’re hung like an animal. And fuck like one, too. Besides, don’t talk about my husband. He has no idea about the pool boy,” she kissed him on the lips, slightly nibbling as she pulled back. “… or the gardener…” she kissed him again, licking his lips between her words, “or even the goddamn post carrier. He wouldn’t know about this, either.”

Wade pushed her off of him, very lightly but with enough force to pry her off. “We shouldn’t, not here and not like this. Look, I really…”

“…want to? I know you do – I can see it in your eyes.” She stepped forward again and covered his lips with her own, tasting the sweetness and sucking on the plump folds of his lips. She unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hands on his chest, lightly tugging at the hairs on his chest.

He couldn’t take it anymore. Wade pushed her off again, turned her around and propped her against the wall they were facing. He could see himself in the mirror, and she stared back at him in the reflection. “Yea? You can see it? I can see it in you, too. I KNEW there was a reason you brought me in here. I know you want it. Come on, you want it?”

She closed her eyes and answered, “yes, I want it. Fuck me, Wade.”

“Fuck you? You want me to fuck you? I’m gonna fuck you like a bitch, Bridgett.”

She backed herself into him as he stood behind her. “Give it to me, you stupid negro.”

“WHAT? You called me a WHAT?”

“You heard me, black man. Now fuck me like the bitch I am.”

He backed up, grabbed her at the waist and ran his hands along her hips. She backed up further and when he gave her enough space from the mirror, he bent her over and ripped the panties off. She moaned in delight as he entered her from behind, then repeatedly slammed into her, pulling out completely each time, then guiding himself back into her with each thrust.

“You like that, bitch?”

She winced in pain as his large erection was brought back to her entrance, then easily slammed in again. “Oh fuck yes, give it to me.”

He pushed her hips against him as he entered again, then continued to thrust inside of her, picking up the pace as he felt her move her body against him. Beads of sweat formed on his brow, and he shook his head to avoid getting it in his eyes. He rubbed his hands against her ass, then smacked hard as he rammed into her, more and more and reaching deep inside of her.

Bridgett brought her hands to the front of herself, then played at the sensitive skin. Wade leaned forward and grabbed her breasts, running the peaks of her nipples in his hands as he thrust into her.

She moaned in delight as he pounded her more and more, harder and more enthusiastic as he reached his own climax.

The signal at the front of the dressing room dinged; and they knew that someone had come in.

Bridgett caught her voice between her joyful pants of breath, and when someone asked if everything was okay, she answered, “I’m having a problem with this bra, but oh! There, now it is better.”

The salesperson left the room, and Bridgett brought her hands to Wade’s as they fondled her breasts. She encouraged his motions, then tightened his grip as he held her flesh tight in his hand.

He curved his back a bit to increase the angle that he was thrusting from. When he found his comfortable spot, he dug into her some more, and she started to moan loudly. He knew he reached the right angle, and she was reaching her own climax. He slowed his pace, then thrust quicker and quicker until he felt the urge deep inside.

She opened her mouth to scream in pure delight, and he realized in the exact moment. He covered her mouth with his hands, and slammed into her one final time before he spent himself inside of her. Without any thoughts or recourse, he propped his hands against the mirror for something to hold on to.
Wade lowered his head between his arms as he leaned over Bridgett’s body. He was still inside of her, and he was letting the weight of the experience hit him. He just wanted to stay there and fall asleep, then pretend to waken and prd thd that it did not happen.

Not that he didn’t enjoy it – quite opposite, it was ae the thrill for him, fucking his boss in a public place; a ritzy place where people, very rich people, shopped. He thanked the fates that no one else was in the dressing room and he reached a hand to his forehead to swipe the sweat off.

He looked in the mirror, admiring himself still plunged into his boss. She released her grip from her chest, then raised herself up and withdrew him. She stood up straight and grinned as she looked his reflection in the eyes, and then she reached behind and grabbed his arms, wrapping them around her. “Well, I’ve never done that with any of the other drivers.”

He reached his hands down and inserted a finger deep inside her. He watched as he eyes rolled back, and he pulled his body close to hers as he teased at the flesh, pulling out and lightly rolling his fingers against her tender skin.

Bridgett began to breath heavy again, and she began to grind her body against his. She leaned forward and grabbed onto the front of the mirror, and Wade watched her face in the mirror’s reflection as her face constrained, and her eyes shut tight as he moved his fingers inside of her.

He encouraged her to turn around again, this time facing him. Wade dropped to his knees, grabbed one of her legs and let it hang over his shoulder as he brought his mouth close to his fingers moving along her, pleasing her. Her eyes widened as he eyed her body with great interest, then closed again as he dipped his head between her legs and ran his tongue all over her, tasting her and pleasing the most sensitive nerve endings. She leaned back into the mirror and watched his reflection in the mirror she was facing, and then she placed her hands on the back of his head. He quietly grunted as he rolled his tongue inside her, at times he would insert, lick, and insert again. He curled his tongue in front, and then he grabbed her from behind as she forced his head, moving his tongue harder and harder against her taut flesh. She rocked her body forward, guiding herself along him as his motions became erratic, and her breathing rate increased as she reached yet another peak. She dropped her hands, and then ran them through her own hair, finally bringing her hands to her breasts, pulling and squeezing, increasing the overall experience of it all.

He brought his fingers inside of her, then curled his fingers inside of her as his tongue paid great attention in front.

She couldn’t take it anymore. She brought both of her hands to her mouth to muffle the scream. As she came, hard and quick, she screamed his name as he sucked on her, delighting her in ways she had never felt before.

When he was finished, he stood on his feet again, and pushed her back against the mirror again. He looked into her eyes and as she approached him, he licked his fingers, sucking her taste from the webs of his hand and curling his tongue against his own flesh, just as he had previously done to her.

Bridgett collapsed into his chest, gripping his shoulders to carry her weight as she fell against him. She opened her mouth to speak, but found no words to express herself properly.

As she stood there, propping herself against his body, he reached down and put his boxer shorts on, immediately followed by his pants. He pushed her off, buttoned his coat and handed her back her undergarments.

She held onto them, but then she reached down, put the black ensemble back on, and tucked her previously worn undergarments into her purse. She stepped back, put her own clothes back on, slowly and seductively. She ran her hands along her breasts, her eyes never leaving his as she put the straps on her shoulders and reached back to hook the bra. “Could you lend a hand?”

He pressed his body against hers as he reached behind and hooked the bra, using the mirror in back of them as a guide. He ran his hands forward, grazing her skin with his eager fingers. He rested his hands on her breasts again, and gave each a rough squeeze. “You gonna buy that? Walk up to the register and try to get it on sale? Test item maybe?”

Bridgett smiled at Wade. She liked his smart-ass comment, but figured she had a better comeback for him. “I’ve already spent enough damn money in this shop over the years. Every now and then I pick something I like – well, I can tell this is going to be a crowd-pleaser, judging by your recent performance – but I’ll take it. Not for purchase, but it will be mine all the same.”

He squeezed her again in his hands, eyeing her curiously. “Why?”

“For the thrill, I suppose. Every now and then even the rich girls have to do something naughty.” She laughed, “Imagine if I got caught. They would probably give me a discount next time I came in here.”

He cupped her in his hands, and then he pushed her against tirroirror again. “Well, you should get a discount, Bridgett. You came in here three times, but only walked in the door once.”

She moaned as he brought his lips to her nipples again, still hard against the black bra as it hung over her skin. She pulled on his ears as he slowly rubbed his face against her chest, and she asked, “so?”

Wade lifted his eyes. “So what?”

“What do you think?” She rubbed her hands over his head.

“What do I think? You want me to be thinkin’ after that shit? Hell, I can barely stand.”

She pushed him away. “I was talking about the teddy. Which one did you like better?”

He picked the garments up off the floor. “I can’t remember. Which one were you wearing before you took advantage of me?”

Bridgett protested, “Me? Take advantage of you? You’re the one who bent me over and nailed me without a care in the world!”

He cupped her ass in his hands again, and then he brought his lips an inch from hers. “Right. I wasn’t brought in here on purpose, was I boss?”

She sighed.

“That little game in the other store? With the corset? Was that the appetizer before the grand meal?”

“Please, it isn’t like you did not enjoy it.”

Wade pulled her body close to hers, and lifted her hips, pulling her closer to him. “You tell me first.”

“I would not have done it if I didn’t think you would not have liked it. And yes, I have never had it tha that before. Wade, you are the first one to go that deep inside of me. I will admit, it hurt, but I liked it. The pain was good, like conditioning me for it again.”

He backed away from her, his eyes narrowing as he stared at her. “Again?”

She put her clothes back on, and then turned to face him again. “Remember what I told you yesterday? I am paying you triple time. I plan on getting my money’s worth out of you, Wade.”

He spat in disgust. “You’re paying me to be your prostitute. You’re paying for sex? You had this planned all along, didn’t you?”

“Well, no, but I like how it turned out. I knew the way you looked at me this morning, in the robe. Remember that? You were nearly drooling.”

Wade walked to her again, and reached his hands under her skirt. “You’re still wet. Now who is drooling?”

She rubbed herself against his hand under her and replied, “In due time, mister driver man.”

“I’ll tell you one thing. If this is what you are expecting of me, don’t be takin’ me shoppin’ here again. I fuckin’ hate this shit.”

She grinned and replied, “I figured you would. It was easier to get you in the dressing room this way. That little charade in the first store? Yes, do not think that was not set up.”

He frowned in defeat. “I have this urge to…” He stepped back.

She removed his hand from under her skirt. “To hit me? Go ahead. I dare you. When Bill asks me how I got a bruise, I will be more than happy to report to him.”

He reached for the handle to the dressing room door. “Yea I’d hit you. I’ll smack that ass just like I did before.”

She stepped forward as he held the door for her. “I was hoping you would say that.”

They left the shop, and she waved to the salespeople as he held the door for her, both of them smiling on the way out of the shop.


When they got back into the car, Bridgett asked for the partition to be put up again. Wade gladly obliged – he was growing tired of the looks she kept shooting him, like she was checking him out. He yawned as he pulled the car out of the parking spot, and then reached again for the knob for the car stereo. He sang along to the song playing, and drove around for a while, not caring about which direction he was heading. As far as he was concerned, he was just gathering his strength again before their next encounter, whatever and wherever it be. be.

The intercom button lit up again, and he pressed it to activate her voice. “Drive over to Ross Park. I want to walk around the gardens they have there. Have you ever been?”

He answered, “no”.

She gave him the directions, even though he knew where he was going. When they reached the destination, he figured he could leave his driver’s cap and jacket in the car. He figured that they were past formalities, so there was no need to maintain a professional appearance around her; at least when no one else was around to observe them as employee and employer.

When he parked the car, he opened the back door and she stepped out of the car. Her blouse was slightly open, and he could see her cleavage, slyly exposed for him to admire again. “You just had to tempt me again, couldn’t you?”

She placed a firm grasp in his crotch. “Are we hungry again, Wade?”

“Please.”

They walked around the park, admiring the tall trees and colorful gardens. Every now and then, when no one was looking, she would sneak a small, insignificant kiss here, a light tap on his ass there. He didn’t mind, but he was hoping no one they knew would see them. He did not recognize anyone in the park, and he hoped no one else would recognize her, walking with her driver (now lover). Wade walked beside her and asked, “Do you know anyone here?”

She shook her head. “No. The reason I wanted to come here is because no one I ‘know’ would be here. It is Saturday afternoon – they are all drinking tea at a select elite member’s house, discussing their fortunes and various affairs. I grow tired of the charade, I honestly do. If you could not tell, I like to escape from the mundane nature of it all.”

He nodded. After all, he could be doing other things on his day off. He was beginning to enjoy his day more and more. Plus, he was making triple time to play her game.

Wade walked with Bridgett as they strolled the park, quietly taking in the day’s warm rays of sun and pleasant weather. When she grew tired of the park, they walked back to the car. She asked him to drive to a street he never heard of, where a back alley was easily accessible, and he immediately knew what she had in store. This time, she did not ask for the partition to be closed before she reached into her purse and removed the vial of cocaine, casually removing the stick with a slim line already measured for her. She leaned forward and asked, “Want some? It wakens me up. I figure you could use a good dose before going at it again.”

Wade lifted his hands from the steering wheel, and then he turned to face her. “I… I can’t. No thank you.”

She leaned her her into him, whispering in his ear, “awe, poor thing. Problems? Ever try it before? Come on, you would like it, I know you would.”

He pushed her hand away as it reached forward, bringing the vial closer to his face. “I said no. Please put it away.”

She snickered. “Not even a sample?”

He opened the driver’s side door, and then he walked to the back, then entered her side and sat next to her. “I’ll fuckin’ give you a sample, Bridgett.”

“Wade, forget formalities. I like when you talk to me like trash. I like when you treat me like trash. I like when you…” she reached her hand between his legs again, “…fuck me like trash. Make me your bitch; call me bitch.”

He loosed his pants again, and hiked her skirt to her hips. He pushed her back so she was now laying across the spacious back seat of the town car. “Bitch. You know I just cleaned this here vehicle.”

“Oh I am so careless. I’m so bad. Punish me, you stupid idiot.”

“Don’t call me that.” He released himself from his pants and leaned into her.

“Moron.” She spread her legs and rested her ankles on his hips.

“Fucking whore.” He took her ankles and rested them on his shoulders, and then he pushed her panties aside as he slowly guided himself inside of her.

She gasped as he entered her from a new angle, seeing how he entered from behind in the dressing room. She met her pelvis with his as he rocked forward, and then he stopped.

“Bitch.” He thrust inside of her, and she grabbed the door to find something to hang onto.

Wade grabbed a handful of her hair in his hand, and he pulled her head up. He looked her in the eyes, and then thrust himself inside of her again. “Bitch.”

She bit her bottom lip as his pace increased. He drove himself deeper inside of her, raising her ankles to penetrate her harder. He rammed himself forward until he reached his fastest pace, and gave it to her harder, and the harder he went, the louder she moaned.

He grabbed her shoulders and slid her body lower, his own body falling until his body slid atop hers. He held onto her for the distribution of his weight, and he slowed when the realization hit him. “Hey bitch I just cleaned this fucking car. There is no way I’m getting my shit all over it – I won’t be able to get it out.”

Bridgett unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her chest. She lowered the bra and said, between breaths, “come on me.”

The words drove him wild as he began to grind against her, harder and harder until the need overwhelmed him. He withdrew, and then released himself between her breasts, and she reached forward and spread it all over herself. She licked her fingers, tasting him on her skin.

“Damn, you are a fuckin’ whore, bitch.” He looked down, his face full of disgust.

“Take me back home. I’ll pay you, and then you are free to go home. Thank you for today’s…” she pushed him away, “… getaway. It was perfect.”

He pulled himself out of her and asked, “You wanna go home already?”

As she sat up, she asked, “Why, did you have something else in mind?”

He rolled his eyes and answered, “Not really, but I figured since you were paying me triple time, you’d want to get an entire day of my company.”

Bridgett fastened the hooks to her bra and lowered her skirt to cover her exposed legs and everything between them. “I think I’ve gotten pretty much all I really needed.”

Wade left the back seat and went back to the driver’s side of the car. “Mind if I take the long way back? I like rolling through the scenery. It makes me calm.”

She poured herself a glass of water, and handed a water bottle to Wade. “I don’t mind at all.”

He drank heartily from the bottle, and then he placed it inside of a retractable beverage holder on the console of the town car. “One of the reasons I moved down here is because everything is so pretty to look at. I understand that most of these trees and plants are not indigenous to the area, but still, they look like they belong here.”

“I bet you like the scenery. Bunches of cokehead white women, filthy rich and unsatisfied by their overworked husbands.”

He steered the car along the winding avenues, and with a satisfied tone in his voice he answered, “I never had interest in that.”

Bridgett lit a cigarette and pulled the ashtray from the seat in front of her. “Is that right?”

Wade turned on the radio, pressed the button to close the partition and answered her. “Damn right. uldnuldn’t have imaginedt yot you had any interest in sex. It is the money that keeps me here.”

“And it is your big black cock that keeps you employed, you ungrateful bastard.”

The partition closed as Wade narrowed his eyes, her remark stinging him like a thousand beestings. He was happy about his job, but if his boss were going to be candidly rude, he figured she would enjoy the taste of her own medicine. Judging by his performance in the back seat of the car, he was dead on.


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