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Even though she had just fucked Rafe, Eliza could not help but feel overwhelmed by the scene at the dinner party. Her boss’s wife was big on creating practically edible stages for these events. Laure had transformed their penthouse into a vintage bál. Everyone was handed a mask for their use if they wanted at the door, and everything was black and gold. Eliza’s mask matched Laure’s, and was framed in black and gold lace. Eliza had been at the company longer than most of the other staff, and knew Laure before she had married her boss. There was special camaraderie between them because of it.
All of the servers wore masks, and even so it was hard not to note that every single one of them was remarkably attractive. Their dark silhouettes, seductively passed around hors d’oeuvres so savory they burst like an orgasm in her mouth. Eliza dipped a piece of artisan bread into a truffle-infused fondue, and offered it to Rafe. He sucked the tips of her fingers into his mouth along with the bread, and the warmth of his mouth ran through her body.
But Eliza felt cold as a woman who was not wearing a mask walked over to her and Rafe. The woman was literally stunning. Her eyes shined and she wore black and gold, but it was clear that she was not one of the servers. There was something about her movement.
“Eliza?” she said tentatively.
Eliza stared at the woman wondering if she knew her, because her face reminded of her of someone she had seen before. Her head cocked to one side, Eliza studied the woman discreetly and then it occurred to her that the woman looked like the legendary film actress Myrna Loy.
“I am Margaux, Laure’s sister.”
“Nice to meet you,” Eliza said, extending her hand to shake Margaux’s. That same hand withdrew slowly from their handshake, and caressed Rafe’s arm slowly. Possessively. “This is my fiancé Rafe Stewart.”
“Nice to meet you,” Laure’s Myrna lookalike sister said to Rafe.
Eliza felt nauseous.
“I am going to go find the bathroom,” Eliza said to Rafe, kissing him lingeringly. They had just had sex, and she still felt close to him and he held her close even after she pulled away from him.
Several attractive silhouettes in black and gold directed her to the bathroom. Inside of the bathroom was dim, lit by black candles and there was black soap. Eliza lingered a bit with the fragrant black soap. She could still taste the combination of truffle fondue and Rafe’s kiss on her lips, and embraced her hunger for sex and food.
When she walked out of the bathroom, the Myrna lookalike was still with Rafe. Rafe smiled at her, and was holding a glass edged in black and gold filled with amber fluid. He sipped it leisurely, Eliza stood next to him and kissed him again. He kissed her this time with more passion than he had the first time. She was not sure if that was because he was into it, or if he was showing off for Margaux.
Dinner was a long leisurely affair. Her boss Martin was obviously happy to let his wife show off, and he looked borderline turned on the more the night went on.
Laure and Margaux sat close together holding hands. Margaux was visiting from Paris, and her accent made Eliza miss Paris. For a moment, she reminded Eliza of a combination of Severine and Sandrine. Even though she wanted to not feel like this, it was hard not to. If Rafe liked Margaux, and he asked her if…They had not talked about being with anyone else since they had gotten back together, but she was not sure how long that would last. And Margaux spoke French and looked like Myrna Loy! She ate food slowly like she was having sex with it, slow and luxuriously.
“She looks like Myrna Loy,” Eliza whispered to Rafe, feeding him more food. Everything he ate was what she fed him. She studied his gaze on Margaux.
“Uncanny isn’t babe? To be in this environment, with a Myrna Loy lookalike?” Rafe turned and looked at her.
Eliza kissed him with all she had, because he was hers. She licked the blood from the bit of rare steak that she had fed him, as she kissed him like a vampire.
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Myrna Loy via wikipedia
If you have seen my Twitter account you know I love everything retro! I just saw the new Cate Blanchett film, Carol so that period and just before was on my mind. My story is based on the shortage of stockings just before the end of WWII…
Grace was afraid to turn around and look down. Alfred held her ankle, and she tried not to squirm. He had told her to stay still, perfectly still.
Grace was the last one in the shop. She had seen the lines for nylons in passing, and she wanted none of it. Of course they all wanted the war to be over, but mainly Grace wanted to be able to get a pair of stockings again…
She had tried the paint for them, but she had not had a brand that had been as effective as she hoped. Grace had been excited to hear that Alfred at her favorite shoe store in the city was painting seams right on women’s bare legs so well, that no one could tell the difference.
The woman in front of her had just walked out of the store, when she finally stopped gawking at how gorgeous her faux seams looked. It was made with gravy paint, Alfred said that his mother made the best gravy and it worked well.
Grace tried to stay still, but it was hard. Hard for her to stay still when Alfred touched her like he did—caressing her calves, and stroking her leg with the tip of his paintbrush. She pulled up her skirt just a bit, and he painted so delicately. Like she was porcelain or crystal. She closed her eyes, as his brush moved slowly down her leg.
“Stay still,” he whispered to her.
Grace had always loved that the feeling of actual stockings, against her fingers. Sometimes she put her cheek to them. She often perfumed them when she was washed them, so they smelled of her. She liked the feeling of putting them on her legs, it was her solo pleasure. But now, with Alfred’s hand on her legs, it was a partnership.
“You have such lovely legs, you do not need to even wear stockings,” he said quietly.
“That would not be proper!” she said, turning around quickly and his brush zigzagged on her leg.
“You moved,” he said. “I was not suggesting you not wear stockings. I was just telling you, you have beautiful legs.”
When Grace looked down at him, she noticed his eyes, which she had not noticed the entire time she had been waiting in the store. She was instantly sorry she had snapped at him. Alfred had been on his knees for hours, painting women’s legs and he had not uttered a word of complaint. Grace had barely heard his voice until now.
“I’m sorry. I guess thank you?”
“I see a lot of women from down here, and I could not help but tell you, you are beautiful…”
Grace turned and looked out of the window, as she felt him correct the paint where she had made him veer off of his course. He began painting in a straight line again, and the skin on the back of her legs might as well had been between her legs…But she stayed still perfectly still for the rest of the time like he had told her to.
Until his hand traveled further up her leg, and he made her shiver deliciously…
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Just when Nichy thought that it could not get any worse, they found her.
Renee, Tyler and Gavin walked into the bar. Gavin sat next to her, Renee walked over to Theodora and gave her a kiss that put the Hollywood movie ones to shame.
“Why are you here darling?” Renee said sitting on her other side. “It almost feels like you were trying to avoid us and that could not be true. Because you love us don’t you?”
Nichy turned to look at Renee, uncertain what to say because it did look like she was snubbing them.
“Nichy doesn’t love me anymore,” Gavin answered before she said anything at all.
Nichy was surprised because he saved her from an awkward moment with Renee, but that he finally admitted that something was wrong instead of acting like everything was okay between them.
“I love all of you,” Nichy said to Renee, and Tyler looked over at her having stopped talking to Theodora. “I just–”
“She wanted to see me,” Theodora smiled. “She found out I worked here, and she came to see me. Is that okay with you guys?”
Renee looked between Nichy and Theodora. and she wondered if Renee thought that there was something going on between them.
“Nichy.”
Nichy turned to face Gavin.
“What?”
He stared at her for a long time.
“I’ll tell you why I had the gun…”
“Now you want to tell me after all of…”
“Nichy, there was a murder at my building, and a series of robberies. I got the gun to feel safer and I wanted you to spend the night with me…I didn’t want you to be scared if I told you, and you still left…”
Nichy pursed her lips, and looked at him.
“Are you safe there?” she questioned, looking at him and caressing his cheek. “You should have told me, you should have stayed with me.”
He put his hand over hers.
“I am not scared,” he said, looking in her eyes.
“But I am scared for you. Who was murdered?”
“A woman who lived a few floors above me. I knew her, I used to talk to her on the elevator…it was really terrifying. I got the gun to feel safer.”
“You could stay with me,” Nichy continued, her hand on his thigh. “You would be safe with me.”
Nichy looked down, she did not know what was going on with her and Graham. But she was pretty sure that he was not going to create another scene.
“No, I am not going to be afraid to stay in my own apartment.”
“You should not be, but…”
“Would you come home with me since I told you? I wanted you to spend the night Nichy. I can barely think straight because I want you…”
Nichy did not think much after he said that. They made their way out of the bar, Renee gave her a lingering look as she kissed her goodbye.
It was like dejá vü leaving them at the bar, and getting into a cab with Gavin. But this time they kissed all the way to his apartment and when she felt for the gun under Gavin’s jacket, he did not push her hand away. Nichy caressed the gun as if it were part of his body.
They were drunk with lust by the time they were at his apartment door. He kissed her up against the door, while he pushed the key in. He kissed her mouth and along her throat. His hand on her breast made her shy, knowing how hard her heart was beating. He held his hand to her heart for a long time, before he opened the door still holding her.
“I missed you Nichy,” he kissed the nape of her neck, and nuzzled his nose against it.
“I missed you too, I wanted you to tell me there was a simple reason for the gun…” she said, as Gavin sucked on her neck.
Nichy rolled her head back against the door to his apartment which they were still not in yet with her eyes closed, when she heard a gunshot and smelled blood…
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murder in the house by bohemian painter jakub schikaneder via wikipedia
Eliza looked perfect, absolutely perfect. She sat at her vanity table in just her lace underthings. Rafe loved to slip a secret look at her when she was getting ready for dinners like the one her boss was having tonight. There was international staff in town, and that meant that they wanted to wine and dine them. The entire week had been like that, but this last dinner was with the invite for significant others.
And he was hers.
Rafe sat on the bed in his undershirt and tuxedo pants, he was clean-shaven only because of tonight. Otherwise he would have had a bit of a scruff like he usually did, which Eliza liked. But even though she worked at a creative firm, it was terribly corporate. Even his firm was not that corporate.
Eliza caught him looking at her, he did not care. It was their ritual to get caught looking at each other, getting ready for a night out. In the beginning, when they were first together, they could not just look. They were borderline late to everything, because they could not keep their hands off of each other.
She still was one of the most beautiful women he had ever met, and he loved her because he did not know how to do anything else if it was not to love her.
He recognized early on that they fit. Eliza was very innocent when they met. She was wild, and he was used to living like a little man all of his life with his well-off family. His parents had not loved her at first, because Sandrine looked more sophisticated and she was French. He had had an animal desire for Sandrine that after their recent dalliance, would never fade but he would keep it in check.
Eliza loved him, she loved him with all of the love she had regardless of what he did. She always wanted to understand why. It hurt him that he had taken her for granted, and that was why she had ended up with Oscar. He would always be attracted to Sandrine, but he had no desire to be with her forever. But he knew that Eliza loved Oscar, and it hurt him. It hurt him that she had fallen in love with another man.
Eliza blew kisses at him, and he caught them. He watched her spritz perfume on her pulse points, it was like a ceremony with her. Behind her ears, the hollow of her throat, between her breasts, the small of her back and behind her knees. When she bent to spritz her knees, he watched the delicate way her body curved. He walked over to her, and traced his finger along her spine.
“No!” She smiled. “No, we are running late—no!”
The fresh scent of her perfume, and the look in her eyes that let him know. She thrust her breasts forward, and pointed the perfume bottle at him like a weapon.
“I will spritz you, and you will smell like…”
“…like you.” He finished.
Eliza put the petal-shaped bottle down, and he stood close to her.
They were going to be late for her boss’s dinner…
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Nichy left work early. She did not feel like being with anyone, she was frustrated enough and did not want to feel forced to engage anyone. She paused at the bar that she usually went to after work, but knew that she might see Renee at least.
But she did want a drink.
So she went to the bar a few blocks away. Sitting at the bar felt awkward and did not help her, as her damp crotch hit a rounded edge of her stool. Her nipples stiffened against her blouse, and she sighed.
She was sick of being horny.
There was no one behind the bar which was not surprising. Nichy had left early, and it was a weeknight. After a while, she saw the bartender emerge from behind a beaded curtain. Even without her tortoiseshell glasses, Nichy recognized and was surprised to see Theodora.
“Hi,” Theodora said, with a wide smile.
“You work here?”
Theodora nodded.
“I was at the other bar because even though I get free drinks here, the bartender that night was not as good as me. I am kind of a snob about who makes my drinks!” she continued to smile at Nichy. “What can I get you?”
Theodora had a smile that made you smile with her. Nichy almost wished that Theodora could give her what she wanted.
“What is your signature cocktail?”
Theodora leaned into her, and Nichy could see inside of her blouse as Theodora wore wearing a low-cut halter and no bra. She could see Theodora’s nipple when she leaned a certain way. Just a glimpse, but Nichy felt her own nipples harden. Nichy had never been with a woman or wanted to be with a woman, but Theodora was beautiful and she had an affect on her nonetheless. Especially knowing that Renee and Tyler had been with her, and she had seen her tipsy fooling around with them.
“I do have one, but of I tell you what I put in it…I will have to kill you darling Nichy…”
Nichy grinned at the reference to the Prince song which was inevitably mentioned throughout her career of being a Nichy…different spelling and all.
“So just give it to me,” Nichy grinned.
“I’ll give it to you alright,” Theodora said, leaning in a bit more and then moving back to make the drink. “It has Chambord in it. Do you like that?”
Nichy nodded, and Theodora place a shot before her.
“While you wait.”
Nichy sipped her shot like an amateur drinker, but she did not care. She liked to savor her liquor. The Chambord went right between her legs, and Nichy could not help but discreetly rock against the rounded edge of her stool again. She felt her nipples harden more, and closed her eyes when they grazed the edge of the bar.
Theodora moved behind the bar with a sensual grace, considering how many different areas of it she covered grabbing different bottles to put in the deep scarlet drink that she finally placed in front of Nichy. She picked up the Chambord, and poured herself another shot.
“So you know that Renee called me darling Nichy while we fucked, right? She told you of course?”
Nichy snorted the scarlet drink through her nose. Theodora grabbed napkins for her to dab at her nose.
“I’m sorry!” Theodora tried to avoid laughing, but the smile turned up the corner of her mouth. “I guess that she did not tell you. The way she is, well I thought she would tell it to you as a joke. I’m sorry…”
“She,” Nichy coughed a bit, before she continued. “told me that I was her first choice, but not that.”
Nichy eyed Theodora uncomfortably, but Theodora shrugged.
“The way she was looking at you at the bar, it was obvious. But I wanted to get fucked and I did. It was really good, and I am up for it again. But you were her first choice…”
Nichy nodded, finally getting a proper sip of her drink.
“This is awesome, but I know if you tell me what is in it you will have to kill me!”
“Yeah,” Theodora laughed. “Listen seriously, it is okay if Renee was thinking about you. I was thinking about someone else too…”
The buzzing sound of Theodora’s vibrating phone was foreign until she recognized what it was. Theodora grabbed her phone, unlocked it and then pressed it down on the bar.
“Is everything okay?”
Theodora looked at Nichy cautiously.
“Wanna see something? But it is really something…”
“Show me…”
Theodora stared at Nichy for a long time, before she picked the phone up and showed Nichy what was a video of a woman close-up playing with herself and her nipples. Playing with her large, hard nipples, as she moaned,
“Theo, Theo…”
Theodora put the phone back down on the bar, face down.
“Was that too much darling Nichy?” Theodora leaned in close enough to kiss her. “I just wanted you to know it was not a big deal. Caroline is away on business, and wanted me to know she was thinking about me.”
Nichy rubbed herself against the edge of the barstool on purpose. Her nipples grazed the edge of the counter again, and she wished that she could undo her bra from the front so that she could caress her nipples like Caroline was. It would not even take her seconds before she made herself come, especially since the alcohol was getting to her since she had had nothing to eat.
“So it was not a big deal.” Theodora continued. “As a matter of fact, Renee is supposed to come by here later. Because all Caroline can do is show me how much she misses me…”
Nichy took another sip of her drink, and realized there was no place to go to escape her horniness…
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This is me–at my usual seat at my favorite bar in Paris near my hotel, and where they always remembered me even though I have only been there once a year since my first trip. Ironically, I never got there this year to my dismay.
I really want to go next year to show Paris my love…
J’aime Paris…
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Eliza felt as vulnerable as she had felt when she was freshly sleeping with Rafe. She was more vulnerable than when she had been a virgin, because they shared things that she had never shared with anyone else. And when they were new lovers, Sandrine had had an episode like this. When he told her that he was going to be exclusive with her, Sandrine had thrown a fit like this.
Because she did not want to let go.
Eliza was unmoved by the deja vu of the situation. She knew that Rafe would not have called her there to have a scene with Sandrine.
A small smile filled her face. In her heart of hearts, Eliza believed that she and Rafe were solid this time.
At least she really wanted to believe they were and even though her stomach churned, she wanted to believe it.
She went over to him.
“Sandrine, I promise I know it hurts, but you have to let him go. You have to let him go…he is mine,” Eliza remembered saying to Sandrine so many years ago, when she was the one that was chosen.
Sandrine turned to stare at her at that time, and they mirrored each other’s youth and being in love with Rafe .
Now, Sandrine turned as if she felt her standing close to her. She stared at Eliza as if she was seeing her for the first time. They had not been near each other since the affair started, since she had broken the engagement…since they had reunited…
Sandrine stared through her, and Eliza did not blink.
Rafe had been hers forever, their marriage was a formality. He was hers. Sandrine had to understand that. This time Eliza was okay if they were not friends, because Sandrine needed to know he was hers.
Sandrine dug her nails into Rafe’s bare skin before she walked away. Eliza watched her, and noticed a pressed rose on the stairs leading to the restaurant.
Rafe stared at Eliza, shoved his hands in his pockets.
Eliza grabbed his upper arms, pressed her cheek to his chest and clung to him the way that Sandrine had. The desperation she felt was like that of a young virgin about to be taken for the first time. She needed him close, she did not want to know what had just happened.
She looked up at him, and he stared down at her. He pulled her close with one arm, and Eliza pressed her face to the warmth of his chest.
Because there did not need to be words. She did not want to talk about it anymore, she wanted to trust him. They were not going to be able to exist without trust and it was hard as hell for her, but she was going to trust him.
He kissed her throbbing temple, and she looked down fixing her gaze on the pressed rose.
There did not need to be words in his arms.
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