Chapter 3

The sounds she made as I pleasured her- little squeaks, whimpers, gasps- they gave me such satisfaction and my craving for her was burning out of control. I had to make her cum. I wrapped my mouth around her delicate pearl and sucked and licked while she reacted by grabbing the back my head and pressing her pussy into my face. I couldn’t have been more happy.

I felt her legs start to tremble and I knew she was close. Her breathing was ragged and her juices were coating the whole lower portion of my face. I slid two fingers into her tight slit and sucked hard on her nub. It was only a matter of seconds until her breathing stopped, her body froze and she let out a long, high pitched “fuck”. If ever an angel uttered such language, they would have sounded like Erin in the throes of an orgasm.

“Oh my god, Mel! You’re amazing!” She managed to say between breaths.

I moved up next to her and held her close. She kissed me passionately on my lips, face and neck, no doubt getting a good taste of herself. Her kisses were getting me more worked up and I was desperate for some relief.

“Why are your pants still on?!” Erin exclaimed. “We need to fix this injustice!”

Erin slid her hands onto my ass and massaged it as she sucked on my excited nipples. She rolled me onto my back and practically tore my bottoms off.

“I’m sure your underwear was very cute too, but I need your pussy right now.” She said with urgency.

Fuck yes, girl! Have at it…please! Erin was between my legs, admiring and teasing my aching sex.

“You’re so wet, Mel! Your pussy is so swollen and your little clit looks like it’s in agony…” her lips were hovering over my most intimate skin and every breath of every word caused my pussy to throb.

Finally, Erin kissed my engorged clit and I cried out. I’m surprised I didn’t cum right then, but I wanted to feel her mouth all over me. Erin kissed and sucked on my lips, her tongue sliding across every wet fold, my little bundle of nerves begging for attention.

“Please…Erin…please…oh fuck! I…oh, oh…I…need to…cum…” I was lost in a whirlwind of ecstasy and agony.

Thankfully my lover was merciful. Erin focused her efforts on my clit and it only took seconds before I felt a surge of pleasure blast through me. Every nerve ending came alive and the sensation that washed over me was euphoric.

I don’t remember Erin moving next to me, or me falling asleep, but I woke with a jolt, her arms wrapped around me from behind. We fit together so perfectly.

“How long have I been out?” I asked.

“Only about 15 minutes.” Erin replied.

“Are you staying with me tonight?” I prayed that her answer was yes.

“I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.” She assured me.

“Are you ready for bed or…” I asked.

“Yes. I think we’ve both exerted most of our energy tonight, unless you aren’t satisfied?” She playfully remarked.

“That was the most intense orgasm I think I’ve ever had! I’m very satisfied. Thank you!” I couldn’t believe this was real.

“My pleasure. I had to at least come close to giving you as big of an “O” as you gave me!” She stated.

I turned around and kissed her before we both fell asleep.

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I woke up to the sounds of crying. Erin was sitting on the edge of the bed, head hung low, and resting against her hands.

“What’s wrong, baby?” I asked her.

“Fuck. Everything. I didn’t want our time to end this way…but…” she spoke between sobs.

I pulled her onto the bed with me and let her cry. She eventually calmed enough to explain.

“Mel, being with you has been magical. You make me feel so good and you’re so sweet, and so pretty, and…I haven’t been truthful with you.” She confessed.

“Oh shit! You’re not married are you? Please don’t tell me I’m a home wrecker!” The thought my me sick to my stomach.

“No…not exactly, I…I do have a…well, it’s complicated, like I said. There is a man in my life.” Her words filled me with sadness and dread. My dream woman was taken.

“Ok…I…I don’t want to cause problems between you two…” I was at a loss for words.

“It’s not like that. Let me explain. I met a guy about a year ago. He was sweet and loving and the sex was pretty good. Things were great for about 5-6 months. Then he became less affectionate, we communicated less even though we were living together. I tried making him happy by giving him sex all the time, but things got uncomfortable in the bed room. He started urging me to let him tie me up, to gag me, he took all these photos of me…he was really rough with me and he didn’t seem to care if he hurt me or not. He knew I was bi and kept pressuring me to have a threesome.

One night I came home and there was some blonde woman there. He said she was a friend from work…said she wanted to meet me. She was very pretty. We drank a bit and I thought I had had too much, but I now believe that he spiked my drink with drugs. He and this woman and their way with me. They filmed it and told me if I said anything to anyone that they’d release the video and all the photos he had of me. He said all of my family and friends would see them and he’d put them all on the internet. This was about 2 months ago. I can’t leave him. I can’t be with you either. He travels a lot for work, and that’s the only time I have to be free, but if I’m not home… He’s away this weekend and that’s why I’m here. I had to lie about working at the record store. He doesn’t know Matt is a friend. He’d be furious if he found out. He keeps the photos and video on his work computer and I can’t get to them. I’m so scared, Mel.”

Her story broke my heart and filled me with rage. I wanted to crush this man. There had to be a way to help her.

“If I had access to his computer, I’m sure I could bypass any…” I began to say.

“Not possible. He doesn’t let it out of his sight. It’s locked in a safe when he’s not using it or when it’s not at work.” She said.

I held her tight, not wanting to ever let her go. My mind reeling from hearing her story. I was desperate to find a way to help her.

“Lay with me. We’ll figure something out.” I tried assuring her.

“I can’t. I need to go, Mel. I’m not sure when I’ll see you again. I’ll probably have to quit the record store before he figures out what’s going on. I’m fucked and I can’t get you more involved.” She began to gather her things.

I pleaded with her to stay. To go to the police. It was no use. She was terrified of this monster.

“Mel, before I go…you’ve been amazing. Being with you made me so happy and I’ll cherish our night together forever. Please, I hope you don’t feel that I used you, but I just had to be reminded of what real, passionate sex felt like. I don’t get that anymore. You’re perfect and you’ll make another woman so very happy someday. Please never forget me.” And like a spirit, she was gone.

I wept for what felt like hours upon hours. How could life be so unfair! I texted her several times and they all went unanswered. I had to find her. I had to help her! I spent the weekend scouring the internet and driving around for clues, but I found nothing.

Monday reared it’s ugly head far too soon. I was in no mood to deal with any bullshit today. Aggressive hip hop courtesy of Jedi Mind Tricks and that entire crew was on my playlist for the day. I stayed in my cave all day working on computer upgrades.

Tuesday rolled around and I almost forgot I had a date with Mr. Assho…I mean, Arnold. I tried contacting him but he never answered. I visited his office, but he was never there. I didn’t see his little blonde friend either.

The rest of the week was the same story. This annoying little fucker couldn’t avoid me forever! I also hadn’t seen or heard from Erin since the night at my house. I was very concerned about her and felt so hopeless about ever seeing her again.

It was finally Friday. Not that there was any cause for celebration. I was in a serious funk, and saw no sign of it easing anytime soon.

I made a visit to Mr. Arnold’s office, and to my surprise, there was someone else sitting at his desk.

“Excuse me, but do you happen to know where Mr. Arnold is?” I inquired.

“Uh, who?” The man replied.

“Son of a…the guy who works…or worked in this office.” I stated.

“I’m not sure. I just moved into this office.” The man answered.

“Was there a laptop left in here?” I asked.

“No, ma’am. Only mine.” He replied.

I thanked him and took a stroll down the hallway. I thought maybe I’d find him or his little blonde coworker. I looked into several offices and didn’t see either one. The last office at the end was my friend Jason’s office. Maybe he’d know. Where he went?

Unfortunately, he hadn’t seen him in a while. He did agree that Mr. Arnold was a huge asshole though. That’s fine…I had ways to find him.

I logged in, looked up the computer assigned to him and searched the network for his laptop. Nothing. Sneaky little prick. I’m not sure why I was so determined to hunt this guy down. I guess that’s just my nature. It was almost 4:30, so I’d continue the hunt Monday.

I strolled into The Capitol records store at 4:45, hoping that I’d find Erin. There was a different girl behind the counter, and Erin was nowhere to be seen. I found Matt and pressed him for some info.

“Matt! Have you heard from Erin?!” I asked.

“Actually, yes! She called and said that some things had come up and she wouldn’t be able to help at the store anymore. Maybe her real job is keeping her busy?” Those were the words I didn’t want to hear. My heart sank and I felt like running, no place in particular, just running.

“Do you happen to know anything about her boyfriend?” I inquired.

“Eh, not much. I met him once about a year ago. He’s…nice I guess. Kind of quiet.” He answered.

“Name, Matt…I need a name.” I urged.

“Ah, shit…Steven? Sam? Hell, I can’t remember, sorry.” Matt apologetically said.

“That’s fine. Thanks, Matt. While I’m here, you got a copy of the new Salaam Remi and Joell Ortiz EP?” I figured some new music would help my mood…slightly.

Matt hooked me up and I also picked up the new Statik Selektah and Curren$y album.

“You’ve got a…thing for Erin, don’t you?” Matt asked.

“Yes, I’ve got a thing in the worst way.” I admitted.

“I hope fate brings you two back together someday. I saw the way she looked at you when you came in.” Hearing that made me feel warm but also made me want to cry. I had to find this damn woman!

She said worked for Diabolic Design House? “Siri, give me directions to Diabolic Design House.” 15 minutes later, I’m pulling up in front of a very cool looking, old brick building. It had been remodeled but still retained its character. I walked up to the front door and walked in. There was a receptionist at the long counter, and she asked me if she could help me.

“Yes. I’m looking for a Miss Erin Parker. Is she here?” I said.

“Are you a client?” The woman asked.

“No, I’m just a friend but…” I began to say

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but unless you have an appointment, I’m not allowed to give out any information.

“Then I’d like to schedule an appointment to meet with Miss Parker!” I demanded.

“I’m sorry, her schedule is full for the foreseeable future. Now, if you’d please excuse me, we are closing” she stated curtly.

I began to tear up. Why were all these fucking roadblocks being put in the way?! The receptionist gave an firm understanding look. I left feeling defeated.

I couldn’t sleep that night, or any night actually. Nothing seemed to help- not music, not booze, I didn’t even want to masturbate. Maybe I should just try to put Erin behind me and let it go. As logical as that would probably sound to a normal person, it sounded ridiculous to me. I had to find her, to help her.

I met some friends Saturday evening for dinner and drinks. I tried to keep my spirits up and not be the downer that spoiled the mood of the night. It actually felt good to be out and let my mind focus on something else for a while. I went home that night and actually fell asleep and slept until 9:00am on Sunday. I woke up feeling refreshed and remembered that I really needed to go to the supermarket. Another day out of the lonely confines of my house would do me good.

I arrived at the supermarket and sauntered up and down the aisles. I found some items that I needed, but also some that just looked too appetizing to pass up. I ventured over to the liquor section of the store for more beer. This store had a large walk in cooler that was packed with different kinds of craft beer. I went in and browsed their vast selection. I heard the door to the walk in open then close. I didn’t think much of it until someone said my name.

“I turned and it was like I saw a ghost. I stopped dead in my tracks. It was Erin.

“Oh my God…Erin!” I exclaimed. My heart beating wildly.

“Stop trying to contact me. Please. Don’t come to my work, don’t bother Matt…please.” She begged.

“Why. I…I need you. I miss you so much! Come with me right now. We’ll go somewhere safe.” I urged her.

“No! I have to go. He’s…he’s waiting for me, and if I take too long…just, please, Mel, please leave me be.” She took off out the door and hurried away.

It was almost surreal to see her and my mind didn’t want to believe that it was true. I finally came to my senses and ran out of the cooler. I scanned the area for her but didn’t see her. I hurried towards the front of the store and spied her blue hair exiting the front doors. I ran to the doors and saw her get into the passenger side of a silver BMW. Great, there were only like hundreds of them driving around. I didn’t catch the entire license plate unfortunately. A515 something was all I could remember.