Conversation with a prostitute

by Delroy Nesta Williams

I entered the room behind her, slowly at first, my eyes getting used to the poor lighting and musky feel of the four corners. It housed only a bed and one fan, in the far right corner, that stood on a small wooden stool. A faint light entered from a solitary window that faced a street lamp.

She had led the way through a dark alley, whose cobblestone path made me wobble so much that I resembled one of the neighbourhood drunks that I had left at the bar a few minutes ago. They had been there since noon, drinking away their fortnightly paychecks from the soap factory about a mile away.

She hadn't said a word and I knew nothing about her at all, besides the pink summer dress that hugged all her curves and exposed so much cleavage that I could paint her aureoles with my eyes closed. The stiff sea breeze that rushed through the bar causing her dress to misbehave was a blessing to me, even though the salty air made my eyes water. My damn sinuses always acted up at the wrong time.

She hadn't spent much time at the bar before capturing my attention. After a long, hard day at the office and an even more frustrating period with my wife at home, this was definitely the experience that I had longed for; it was welcomed. I simply knew that I had an itch and she looked like the kind of woman who could scratch it.

I had offered her a drink but she simply motioned "no" with a shake of her left hand while grabbing unto my trousers with her right hand and pulling me off my stool towards her. I fell off unto one knee and she just giggled. She liked the effect she was having on me. Her fingers, long and thin, were painted with a bright pink nail polish, shimmering in the light. The nail of her left pinky finger was broken and she had a slight scar on the top of that wrist; maybe a burn from her childhood days. Those were the only blemishes that I could make out. Those were things I could surely overlook right now.

"Red Cap, no ice!" the bartender shouted in my direction as he screwed off the cap of the rum bottle. He had a sly smile on his face; he was prepping me for what was to happen.

I quickly swallowed the drink, after I made my way back on my two feet. The bar felt a lot smaller now. The four other guys who were there were engaged in a domino match and could care less about what I was involved in at that time.

It was now my turn to take the initiative, so I pulled her towards me, her cotton dress held firmly between my fingers. She rolled her waist against my manhood, to instantly arouse my sensations then proceeded to lead me out of the bar. I didn't need any more convincing than that. I was ready!

Ten minutes later and we were now in this small room. It adjoined the main house but was surely built as an extension, the way it stuck out like an ugly step child wanting attention. The décor inside didn’t seem appropriate for living which could only mean that it served other purposes - the quick rendezvous and scandalous moments. The sheets on the bed looked white but could have been any pale colour, so to the walls as the paint peeled off them. The tiled floor was partially covered with a rug that once we stepped on unearthed a cloud of dust that made it even more difficult to breathe in the closed up room.

She didn’t seem to mind at all, nor did I. She pushed the door behind us and proceeded to turn the lock, dropping the key unto the floor. I moved towards a corner of the room then made my way back to the edge of the bed, barely sitting down.

“You nervous?” she asked. And for the first time I heard her accent. She was Dominican, maybe Marigot or Wesley – I wasn’t sure but I didn’t ask. This wasn’t the moment for questions. Her voice was a little rough but still very welcoming, as she smiled at me. I only now noticed her gold teeth, the faint street light shining against it. She was very shapely with full breasts that wanted to pop from her bra. Her curved thighs were hugged by the dress which still continued to tempt me wildly. She had the face of someone who had been through a few trials and tribulations though. It was either the cause or the result of what had led her to this nightly profession.

“I've never done this before!” I squeaked out.

“Never done what before? Sex? You’re a virgin?” she asked, in a mocking tone.

“Never paid for sex!” I muffled, embarrassed by my confession.

“I don’t want your money. I am doing this for the pleasure of your company,”

“My company? But you don’t even know me!” I said.

“I like new things!” she replied, “now shut up before you change my mind.”

She pushed me unto the bed and I stretched my hands over my head. The bed squeaked and I feared that I had broken a few springs under the mattress. She didn’t seem to mind at all as she crawled over me, still with that sly, expecting look on her face. She unbuttoned my plaid shirt, kissing my neck as she ran her nails over my chest hairs. When she reached my skull tattoo, she kissed, sucked and bit it - twice. I howled from the surprise of the bites. She loved it. Her legs now had me pinned down as she grinded against my waist. I reached for her breasts to massage them but she pushed me back down.

“Not yet… I in control,” she commanded.

My wife never did that to me. Sex had become routine and predictable. She would get naked, make her way under the covers and I would follow her. She only wanted me to mount her in the missionary position. There was little to no foreplay from her. I would do the kissing, biting and scratching, if she allowed it. A good night would include a blow job but that’s only when I was persistent.

“What’s your name?” I asked, realizing that I knew nothing about the stranger in the bed with me.

“Annika,” she responded, “call me Annika.”

“Yes Annika, Annikaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa” I howled as she bit a tender spot just below my ribcage, on the left side. I squirmed from it. She had found one of my soft spots. She knew it too. She placed greater attention on that area and continued to bite and suck it. Every nerve in that area was now awake. I was so excited that I closed my eyes and pretended to be elsewhere to prevent an explosion inside my pants. I couldn’t pretend for too much longer.

Annika reached for my belt buckle. She ripped off the belt with one swoop of her arm and then reached into my boxers. Her hands were very warm.

“Well someone’s happy to see me!” she decreed.

A stifled response was all I could muster as I was already halfway through a moan. My legs started to tremble but only in one area. It was my pocket. My cell phone was ringing. I pushed Annika from on top of me and hurried up from the bed and reached for my pocket. My wife’s image and number blazed on the screen. Annika was now picking herself up from the ground. I motioned to her to keep quiet and I moved towards the small window. I looked out the small opening, making sure that no one was looking into the room before answering.

“Hi my Love,” I answered.

“Hi Baby,” she responded.

“What’s up?”

“Why haven’t you come home as yet?”

“I am just having a few drinks with the boys… clearing my head”

“Come home… Kaela is worried, I am worried… she keeps asking for you”

“Tell her Daddy love’s her,” I replied but before she had heard me, she passed the phone to our 4-year old daughter.

“Daddy”

“Yes my Angel” I responded as my heart melted. Shame mixed in with pride wasn’t a great combination at that moment.

“What time you coming home? I miss you”

“I will be home in 30 minutes baby, daddy loves you… okay!”

“Love you too daddy,”

“Let me talk to mammy”

“Okay”

“I am coming home in a few, love you”

“Love you too Michael,” she responded as I ended the call.

Annika was still on the ground. She had a slightly puzzled look on her face but she was all too aware of what had just happened.

“Your girlfriend?” she asked.

“My wife!” I answered back.

“You’re married?”

“Yes… I am… and I should go now?” I asked.

“Go? Why? Nooooo!” she scolded, “we’re not done yet! We have unfinished business Michael” her honeyed voice crying out to me.

The revelation, though it had shook her a bit, didn’t dissuade her at all. She crawled unto her knees and made her way to the window where I was still standing. She pulled the cell phone from my hands and placed it next to the fan and led me back to the bed. This time around, she sat down while I stood over her. She was waiting on my move. I didn’t want to disappoint her but I kept hearing my daughter’s voice in the back of my head. It was etched there. I couldn’t concentrate on Annika with the images of my daughter’s face and smile - she had just lost a front tooth - fresh in my mind. Annika sensed it as well.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“I can’t!”

“You can’t… or you won’t?”

“I can’t… my daughter… my wife,”

“Well let me!” she said, standing again to meet me at the end of the bed. I stepped back a bit.

She pulled at my shirt, her manicured nails gripping at my flesh slightly so that I knew she meant business. She curled her arms around my neck, pulling my head towards her bosom.

“You want me, I know! I saw it in your eyes in the bar,”

“Yes I do” I replied faintly, the admission hurting me.

The truth is Annika was doing me things that for years I wish my wife would have done. The dress she wore, her nails, her teasing, tempting nature and most of all… she was being aggressive in the bedroom. But I knew that this couldn’t last. Annika was a lady of the night and my life encircled revolved around my daughter, my wife, my family. Since we had Kaela, I had given up on my personal ambitions and lived to make her happy. She wouldn’t have been happy had she known her father was in this back alley room with a stranger - a total stranger. Maybe she wouldn’t have understood the situation right now but she would grow to resent me for it later in life. I couldn’t have that. I was determined to raise my child in a happy family, different from the one in which I saw my father fight my mother on most night before he left the house like a scavenger going off to feed on the waste of our village. He would return every morning, just before the sun was up and force his way on top of my mother. He probably thought we were asleep but the plywood walls never drowned out the sounds coming from their room. They would fight, she would try to fend him off, in his drunken state but most times he won the battle. It was worst during the weekends and holidays.

All these thoughts were racing through my mind. Did I want to be just like my father? I was beginning to become the very man I grew up despising, I had vowed not to be anything like him. My mother raised me up so that I wouldn’t be like him. I was failing her and myself as well.

“I can’t do this anymore Annika. It isn’t right, I love my wife” I said, withdrawing myself from her grasp. I grabbed my belt and my phone and quickly got dressed. Annika was very understanding to, unlocking the door to let me exit the room.

She followed me briskly through the alley back unto the main road. We crossed the street and re-entered the bar. I went to the bartender to order one last drink before leaving. Annika, who was still walking behind me, followed me and clung unto my shoulders, as I leaned over the bar’s counter. Suddenly I felt very uncomfortable but I didn’t want to create a scene, for me and especially with Annika. As I made my last request for a drink, a figure who was sitting on one of the stools towards the far end of the bar, turned around to look at me, a deep, broad smile upon his face. He got up and walked in our direction. The light now shun on his face. It was Damian, my wife’s brother.

“How am I going to explain this one? “I thought.

The Escape... the complete story

The Escape

By

Delroy “Nesta” Williams

What a day it was, yesterday. Climbing Diablotin was a serious challenge and I was suddenly feeling the after-effects. I needed a massage, if only I had taken Cassandra’s advice. I just wasn’t in the mood for all that chit-chat and frankly, I was having second thoughts about this relationship. I understood that she needed me now more than ever but I couldn’t help but be a little bit perturbed by the situation I had found myself in with her. To say I didn’t see that one coming is the understatement of the century. What that had started off as a friendly, flirtatious conversation during the lunch hour was bourgeoning into an affair of wild proportions. And although I loved being with her, I wanted no part of the repercussions and something told me I should stay far away.

But her needy voice and the way she always made herself available to me was a little more than I could fight. She would show up in the staff room just before my class every morning, leaving me love notes; sending me messages on my phone all day long while I taught. I had to delete them all as soon as I read them. My girlfriend was such a detective that even the slightest text from a woman warranted an FBI-type interrogation. Shana was on vacation now, thank God, those three weeks in Antigua were my dream come true. Some peace and quiet for a change, but Shana being Shana, she had found a way to trouble my mind from across the Caribbean Sea. She called every day, sometimes six or seven times a day. She called my cell phone, the house phone, even the school phone just to keep tabs on me. That drove me crazy. She even had her evil sister spying on me, popping in at my home at odd hours with strange requests for sugar, butter and so forth. Her sister even adopted my car as her personal taxi getting me to drive her all over Roseau since she was afraid to get her own license. Talk about Driving Miss Daisy all over again.

With all that drama, the two of them were still clueless about Cassandra. Cassandra had always seemed the very happy type. She had been through a bitter divorce with her husband Greg and won a huge sum. Greg was a cheater and Cassandra’s damning evidence meant that she walked away from the divorce proceedings with the house, car, alimony and child support. Cassandra had a ten year old daughter, Michelle, a very beautiful child who was wise beyond her years. Well at least that’s what Cassandra said, I had to stay clear of Michelle for our sake. It had been more than five years since the divorce and Cassandra had moved on and was now dating Xavier. Xavier was a banker at the National Bank of Dominica, one of their chief executives and I think he valued his work a little too much for Cassandra’s taste. She had mentioned how she felt like he only paraded her around to his friends and colleagues at staff parties and other formal activities but he was absent-minded during the rest of their relationship. His misstep was beginning to clear the path that I would walk in.

I had been secretly seeing Cassandra for a few weeks now but the guilt of the situation only bothered me now that Shana was actually overseas. Strange but true, the cheating never concerned me when Shana was lying in the same bed with me. I guess it was because at that time she wasn’t calling on me every other minute to find out where I was, who I was with or what I was doing. She actually called my cell phone one time when I was right in the middle of caressing Cassandra’s breast between my palms. That killed my mood right then and there much to the dissatisfaction of Cassandra. It was like Shana was hovering over me at the time, I could almost hear her judgmental tone, like she knew everything I was doing and had just caught me in the act. I struggled to swallow the lump stuck in the back of my throat to lie to her. I was hoping in time that the lying would have gotten easier but it didn’t. I wasn’t a natural cheater; actually this was the first time that I had cheated on Shana although she had accused me on many an occasion. She even thought I fucked all those young girls in my class at the Wesley High School.

So there I was laid back on my bed, suffering from slight leg pains and cramps from my little adventure of the day before and dying because I had no way of contacting Cassandra. It was now May Day, a holiday in Dominica and this meant that everywhere was closed, including the Glam, where I got my weekly massages. I had foreseen this and made other arrangements with Cassandra for a full body, nude massage encounter but then the unforeseen occurred. My blackberry phone fell into a huge puddle of mud while trekking up the 4747 ft. tall mountain and it refused to work after that. That phone was my life; it had all my contact information in it. I had paid no attention to remembering Cassandra’s phone numbers or anything like that; the blackberry was always my little black book of secrets.

So here I was in desperate need of a massage but with no way of contacting my friend. What would I do? I could hardly even move. Cassandra would never call my home phone; I had given her specific instruction never to do so. We had created a list of do’s and don’ts and tried our utmost best to respect those lines so that our secret rendez-vous would remain a clandestine activity with little or no risk, whatsoever.

Oh but wait, I could get in my car and just take a casual drive up to Castle Comfort, there would be no harm in that if I just pass in front of her house, just to see if Xavier was home or not. I hoped she would be there all alone, working in the front yard. I jumped as fast as I could manage, out of the bed. It was almost mid day and I was still in my boxer shorts and vests. Hiking had made me so lazy and tired. A quick drop of mouthwash and water unto my face and I was out of the house. I looked miserable but if Cassandra couldn’t accept me at my worst, she didn’t deserve me at my best. I had a single-tracked mind at that time, I just wanted to get to Castle Comfort and get her attention, explain to her why I hadn’t been in contact like we had planned. Knowing her, she was probably cooking up some dubious reasoning in the back of her mind, she was always the one to extend the possibilities and think of some very strange things.

It took me a little of five minutes to drive from Mahaut to Castle Comfort, thanks to Edward O. Leblanc highway’s new road surface granted to Dominica by the Chinese Government. Oh what a joy to speed across the tarmac with no potholes or unusual bumps. I was driving and getting dressed at the same time, a possible hazard but the streets were empty. I guess everybody had already made their way to the beach.

Castle Comfort on the other hand was a different story; the place had always been an enigma to me; how could a place with such huge, exquisite houses have such poor roads?

I parked a few lanes down from Cassandra’s house, making my way through a track that she had shown me, always looking around for the idle onlooker but still striding through with a confidence like I had owned the place. If you look like you know what you’re doing or where you’re going, people will not question your motives or so I was told.

It looked like no one was home, there were no cars in the driveway, no music playing and the television wasn’t on. I still decided to step into the porch, shifting the left flower pot to retrieve the keys for the front door. Cassandra had mentioned that she kept it there and had told me that I could always use it when I wanted. I felt like I was at liberty to access her whole world, the level of trust that she had in me. I guess she really was fond of me and all because I spent a few hours showering her with kind words. There really isn’t a value to treating somebody with love. I was starting to get a little annoyed by her though, that constant need for my attention was becoming too much to handle. I also had a girlfriend and a life of my own and it seemed like Cassandra wanted to go against our arrangement. It had developed from casual encounters to an almost every day rendez-vous, which was dangerous enough because I personally knew Xavier but even more so because he considered me a friend.

All these thoughts troubled my mind as I turned the door knob to enter into the living room. I would swear this was the first time that I entered the house, although I had been there so many times, even before our secret encounters. She changed the furniture so often that it felt like I was at a new address every time I stepped within the walls of the house. I guess that’s what you do when you get bored with yourself; that and our engagements, off course.

She had asked me once if I had thought of her as a cougar and I had quickly deflected that question but it seemed pretty accurate right about now. I was now walking all over the house, looking for Cassandra, tip-toeing my way through the kitchen, living room and still nothing. The only place left to explore was upstairs; the bedrooms and study. She had new paintings on the walls, I could almost smell the freshness of the batiks. She was a lover of art work; almost every wall of the house had some painting or statue hanging on it. It felt like living in a maze at times. I could now hear faint voices coming from the television. Someone was home. As I opened the bedroom, slowly enough, just in case Cassandra wasn’t alone, I received a knock right across my lower back.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh,” I screamed out in pain but to no avail. I probably received two of three other blows while on the floor.

“Stop, stop, stop!” I begged, “it’s me, Mario!”

“Mario? Mario, what are you doing here? you frightened me!” Cassandra screamed out.

“I came for the massage,” I responded

“Why didn’t you call first?” She asked as she helped me off the rug.

“Because my phone is of no use to me right now; the damn thing refuses to work!”

“We have a rule, no unexpected visits. How was I suppose to know it was you? I thought it was a thief or even worst, a rapist,” she retorted.

And then we both exploded into laughter, seeing the funny side of the situation.

            “My back really hurts though,” I sighed.

            “I’m sorry baby, I will make it better for you but that’s what you get for trying to surprise me. We’ve agreed about no surprise visits. I hope you don’t hold it against me,”

            “Not too much!”

            “It didn’t hurt that bad, did it?” she whispered, biting the tip of my ear.

            “Yes, I felt it all over my body,” I responded with a soft hiss.

            “Awww, poor baby, I will make it all better,” she reinforced as she led me further into the bedroom.

            “Aren’t you going to close the door?” I asked.

            “I’m the only one home!” Cassandra replied with a cheeky smile.

The situation was getting better by the minute. I tried not to focus too much on my back. Cassandra must have been a cricketer in her past life; she swung that bat with some force. The West Indies team needs to give her a call up soon.

She gently pushed me unto the queen-sized bed; the white comforter that lined the four corners gently enveloped me, feelings like feathers against my skin. I would stay in between those sheets for hours, if only I could but the nature of our relationship prevented these comforts from going beyond an hour or two.

            “Where’s Xavier?” I asked, wanting to be sure that the coast was clear for what was about to transpire.

            “He said he would come over tonight but I haven’t heard anything from him,” she responded, “so I really don’t know and I don’t care.”

            “So he could be on his way here right now,”

            “Maybe, I don’t know, he hasn’t called or anything since morning,”

            “Are you mad? I can’t stay then, I need to go!”

            “But why? He isn’t going to come over, he always makes this promises and then never shows up… besides I’m horny and I’m about to blow up, I need you Mario, I need you!” she pleased, the look in her eye more desperate than I had seen her since our very first encounter. 

            “No, Cassandra, I can’t stay, this could blow up in our faces and I don’t want that. We have to play it safe,” I declared firmly.

As I got up to leave the house, Cassandra ran to the door, in a move of assertiveness or desperation - I can’t recall too clearly - and just locked it, refusing to let me pass. She continued to push me teasingly.

            “Where are you going?” she whispered, with a very sly smile across her face. Her boney cheeks and super white teeth now glistening in the dim light of the bedroom.

            “I have to go, it’s getting late and you know I don’t like to leave your home so late in case the neighbours are still awake,” I said, trying to think of a quick excuse.

            “Fuck the neighbours!” she replied staunchly to my surprise.

            “What about Xavier?” I desperately reminded her. He could be on his way over here, looking for a way out of the house.

            “Let him walk in on us, I could care less, he doesn’t want me anyway,”

            “Are you mad, he is my friend, that would just kill him,” I countered with such ease that it even troubled my mind that I could consider using the word friend under such circumstances. I guess Cassandra sensed my hesitancy and moment of weakness but she chose to use it as a moment to pounce on me, pushing me back unto the bed. Before I know it, she was all over me, ripping my t-shirt from my chest, her tongue all the way down my throat. She was being assertive and I loved it, her nails now entering the flesh of my back and chest, sending heat waves all over my body. My chest hairs were now standing at attention. I wanted her and I could no longer pretend. In one quick swoop, I turned her over which seemed to surprised her as she laughed out. She was enjoying it.

            “You’re mine now!” I grinned as I now knelt over her, on all fours, my two hands holding her down and my legs pinning hers to the bed.

            “I can’t move!” she muttered.

            “You don’t need too baby, just let me do my thing,” I replied into her left ear as I softly massaged it with my tongue. She squirmed. I knew she loved the personal attention, she craved it. I could feel her waist gyrating under me, I had her under my spell and it felt good. Slowly I made my way down her neck, leaving soft kisses and tender bites every few spots. Her skin was so soft. I could still smell the cocoa butter lotion on her skin. I loved that she took time off to pamper herself. She smelled heavenly; I could get lost and not worry at all about being found. One button after another I removed her pink top to reveal those perfect, perky breasts. I wondered how they remained so well-shaped. They reminded me of my teenage conquests, just standing erect to salute my starving mouth. She had the bests of beauty spots, just next to her left nipple. That was my favourite area, like a red velvet cake - dessert after the main course – just mouth-watering. By now, I could feel a warmth from between her thighs, a wet warmth so inviting that I was having trouble concentrating on the task at hand. Her hands were now firmly placed on the back of my neck as I made my way slowly downwards from her breasts, now massaging her navel with my tongue. Cassandra was one of those ladies that managed to keep her figure in tact despite having a child. Any man would have been pleased to be making love to her and tonight, she was all mines. Her body was responding to my every touch, even when I whistled against her skin, she wiggled with joy. The look in her eye was so intense; the small wrinkles at the corner of her eye seemed to suddenly disappear. The joy of love-making was awakening her youth right before my eyes; or was she stealing mine?

Suddenly, the mood just changed as a chill hovered over us.

            “Xavier!” she screamed, jumping off me.

            “Xavier?’ I asked, confused as to why she was calling me by his name.

            “Yes Xavier, he’s here! I just heard him pull up in the drive way,”

            “Oh shit, fuck me!”

            “No, not fuck you… he’s going to kill you!”

            “I need to hide, I need to hide!” I panicked.

            “Hurry, hurry, in the bathroom,”

            “No, no, he might come in there! What if he wants to pee?”

            “Where then?” She asked.

            “Under the bed,”

            “Under the bed? Yes, yes, that could work! Just don’t say a word or move a muscle,”

Before she could even finish her sentence I had already crawled under the bed, being as still as possible. She was busy collecting my clothes, shoving them under the bed. I balled them up and made a small pillow to rest my head as something told me this was going to be a long night, longer than I had ever anticipated. The tiles were very cold against my bare skin and I started trembling. I wish she would have turned off the air conditioning.

I could hear the two of them, Xavier and her, in deep conversation and then nothing, total silence. I stayed as still as I could, listening for any sounds, footsteps… the most sudden of actions so I could bolt from my hiding place and run out for rescue. But I was hoping it wouldn’t come to this. Almost on instinct my mouth opened and I began praying, quietly off course:

Dear Father,

I know I am not right in your eyes and I know that this event is my fault.

Father I should have listened to my conscience, I should have listened when you spoke.

But I promise Father, if you get me out of this situation that I will break of all ties with this woman.

I will love my girlfriend with all my heart and never cheat again.

This woman had me blind but now I see the light, now I see what I must do…

As I was preparing to say Amen, I felt this knock against my back. I was sure I was caught in the act. Turning around as slowly as I could but also with the intention of flinging my feet just in case it was Xavier.

“It’s me, hold on to your shoes. Xavier is watching football on the TV. Knowing him, he should soon fall asleep, get ready for us to leave,”

“Us?” I thought.

“Yes, I am coming too, I told him I had to visit a friend in Loubiere to drop off some money,”

“And he believed you?’ I whispered.

“Yes, he believes everything I tell him… now be quiet and wait a short while,”

After about fifteen minutes of thanking God and making the biggest of promises, Cassandra returned.

            “Time for us to go, he is asleep, already snoring too, hurry up,”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. I rushed out from under the bed, even knocking my head against its leg.

            “Ouch,” I cried out.

            “Quiet, you don’t want to wake him up now, do you?”

            “Not at all,” I responded as I scrambled to my leg”

I slipped on my pants and vest and I was out of the room. I wasn’t even going to put on my shoes. There was no time for that. I tip-toed down the staircase even if I could hear Xavier’s snoring from the living room.

            “How did she manage to get any sleep with him in the bed?” I thought. She must have a lot of air plugs. As I walked through the living room I had this sudden urge take over me. I stopped directly in front of Xavier, let out a low grin and put my tongue out. Just for a quick second, before I opened the door and exited the house.

            “Baby, I’m going to Loubiere to drop off the money for Lisa,” I heard Cassandra say to Xavier.

            “I think I am going upstairs, I’m tired!’ he responded.

“Damn fool,” I thought, still hoping that he wouldn’t take a look through the window. I was safely tucked into the back seat of Cassandra’s Harrier by that time though. He would need better than 20/20 vision to see through those tinted glasses. She came in a few moments after and started the ride.

“Are we safe?” I asked.

“Yes we are, that was close,” she exhaled. I exhaled too, for the first time in my recent past. I don’t think I will ever want to relive that.

“So where are we going now?” she asked.

“I’m going home, my car is parked a few lanes down,”

“Home? No! You’re coming with me!” she responded; simultaneously pressing the gas pedal as we sped away from Castle Comfort. We did make our way to Loubiere but it wasn’t our final destination. She was being awfully quiet, her demeanour a little too serious even, given what had just happened a few minutes ago.

“What are you up to? Where are you taking me?”

“Just be quiet and keep an open mind. I have always wanted to do this!”

“Do what”

“You will see. Tonight is the perfect night!”

And with that, I stopped all the fussing. I just sat back as she climbed up the back street in Pointe Michel making her way through Porée. The village was unusually quiet for a holiday. I guess everyone was still making their way back from the beach. I hadn’t noticed before but the moon was very bright, I could make out almost everything on the street as we passed. Cassandra made a sudden stop by the village council’s office and the continued unto the playing field. Normally, I would never support anyone driving unto the grass but I had decided to play the wait and see game. Cassandra had now come to a stop in the centre of the football field, directly above a patch used for cricket.

Apart from the absence of people, the field was alive with activity. The crickets were all chirping at the moon and we could see moths and other insects playing in the grass. Those were the wonders of a bright, full moon.

            “What are we doing here?” I asked with this nervous excitement.

            “Just be quiet! You were in charge earlier, now it is my turn,’ Cassandra replied. I liked the assertiveness, it stimulated me.

She started to remove my vest, kissing my chest and pulling against my hairs. I don’t know which was more erotic, the fact that she was taking control or that we were doing this in the open. It was in plain view of everybody, although there was nobody present. She bit my neck.

           “Remember, no biting!” I said.

           “Oh shut up!” she replied, “just be quiet and let me do what I want. I’m sick and tired of all these rules, all these restrictions.”

“What caused this volcano to erupt?” I thought, but too startled to say anything out loud.

She continued to bite and scratch my chest, holding me firmly down into the front seat of the car with her legs. She had managed to find enough space to ride me and I was feeling like a slave, the submissive who just obeyed every command. This was all new to me and it wasn’t easy for me to just sit there and let her have her way with me. Every time I raised my hands to place it on her skin or even touch her face, she slapped me, harder with every blow. They were beginning to hurt so I closed my eyes, hoping that she would get tired but this new role seemed to enthuse her with so much energy. Cassandra was having the time of her life.

“Where was she hiding all of this sensation these past couple months?” I questioned. We have had our private sessions but nothing as energetic or overpowering as what I was undergoing. She seemed so into it. By now, there was a slight drizzle outside so we pulled up the windows and the SUV’s air condition cooled down our temperature just a bit. Cassandra seemed to revel in that ambiance, a huge glow on her face as she continued to impress me. We were both totally naked and she curled up into a ball just in front of me, as I sat expectantly on the passenger side.

“I know what you want,” she said coyly.

“Well baby, give it to me,” I murmured, not wanting to spoil the mood or sound too desperate.

“Patience is a virtue,”

“I’ve been a good boy,”

“I know, and you deserve a reward,”

            “Yes I do,” I responded with some finality as I closed my eyes. Cassandra leaned in closer to me, her face a few inches from my waist. The moment had arrived. She had been so very shy and unwilling to give blowjobs before. In fact, she had never given me one. I was the one who had been servicing her all this time. She had mentioned her fear of throwing up but I told her she could have practiced with a cucumber. All these months of promising me fellatio and the moment had arrived. And what a night it was, after a near encounter with Xavier to now being alone in the middle of a football field, with just the full moon and light rain as company. And suddenly…

The window of the Harrier caved in, with broken glass crashing all over me. The car alarm went haywire.

            “Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!” screamed Cassandra.

            “What the fuck!” I shouted out as I tried to duck out of the way.

            “Mario, Mario, get the fuck out of this car!” this all too familiar voice shrieked. “What the fuck is going on here?”

As I turned around to see Shana, this bright flashlight blinded me. I covered my eyes to shield myself from the rays. There was another female figure there next to her but I couldn’t make out the person. I tried to make sense of it all. I could still hear Cassandra, who by now had scrambled unto the back seat, screaming away. Shana had returned early from Antigua and had been following me all this time.

            “What are you doing back in Dominica?” I asked, trying to deflect the situation.

            “No, no, no, let me ask the questions!”

            “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, baby, I made a mistake” I continued, still holding up my hand in the air, begging for forgiveness.

“You’re hiding your face?” Shana kept bawling out, with a bat pointed towards me.

            “Put down the bat so I can explain” I pleaded, “please put down the bat, baby.”

            “No, no, no, just talk and don’t baby me at all!”

“Okay, okay, I can explain, I can explain!” I replied, still trying to buy some time.

The End.