CHAPTER FOUR
I was sitting on the porch with Thelma several days later, sipping margaritas and listening to James Blunt. There was a definite nip in the air announcing the expected arrival of winter. Watching Thelma draw long sips and lick her lips gave me a boner alert. I wanted to lick those lips and other moist places on her body. I drooled like a love-struck teenager as a gentle reverie slightly ruffled her coils. We had just had mind-lowing sex in the shower, and she sat there looking like a rare vision of a sun-kissed mermaid waiting for a shipwrecked sailor. I got out of my reveries when her phone buzzed, bringing me back to reality.
"Babe, you good?" I asked as I noticed the annoyance on her face.
"Nope. I fell out with mom last night. She thinks Connor is the most eligible bachelor in the whole of Manhattan, and not getting married to him would be the biggest mistake ever."
Thelma's mom had already marked out Connor as the right man for her daughter. What mother in her right mind wouldn't? With Connor's wealth and connections in high places, any woman was assured of a well-heeled life of luxury. It is evident that getting married to Connor would also raise Thelma's family position on the social ladder. I knew that Thelma wasn't really into Connor, but the stakes were too high if she backed out. It didn't matter if she loved Connor or not; what mattered was that Thelma should do her duty to the family.
I learned from Thelma of how her mother would go out of her way to buy Connor the best gifts on his birthday. Last year she had bought him the latest Lamborghini model and went as far as throwing a massive party in Madrid. Connor had gone to Madrid the previous week on a business trip, and Thelma's mom had insisted everyone fly to Spain to honor him much to Thelma's annoyance and everyone's disapproval. I started to think something was off when Thelma told me how her mother went on trips with Connor and spent weeks with him, cruising, and shopping around the world. I had never met Connor, but the hold he had on Thelma's family was not a good one. Maybe I was just jealous; I was starting to think Connor was a weasel.
Thelma eventually told me her mother had been asking her to fix a date for a formal engagement – that was why they fought. She had been stalling on the engagement, and I was secretly grateful for that.
Later that evening, while still reeling with joy that she had been postponing her engagement, I drove her to her place. It was my bait to stop her just a couple of blocks from her apartment. She kissed me good night and stepped out of the car. I watched her take a turn before driving away. I drove straight to the high row area where Connor's mansion was.
The house was a Victorian-style mansion, heavily guarded by humans, canines and state of the art security. I wondered what deadly secrets he had within those walls. A man like Connor had a lot of enemies who were always waiting to pounce on him at his most vulnerable moment. I drove through the gates after showing my invitation and going through a security check. I admit that although Connor was a rival, I loathed so much, he had exquisite tastes. I parked my car in the area marked out for guests and joined the little group gathered around the pool. One or two folks from the office were there and few other acquaintances I had made in the past.
Connor had recently taken a massive interest in the Stock Market, and he was throwing a dinner party in honor of the president. It was a gathering of ‘who-is-who.’
I had been planning on how to get into Connor's house, so I was delighted when I got to work one morning and saw the invitation to the party on my desk. Here was a chance to carry out my plan and free myself from the mire that was threatening to swallow me.
A quite attractive brunette walked up to me with a very seductive smile on her face. She held two glasses in her hands, and as she came up to me, she offered me a glass which I accepted but didn't drink from.
"Hey handsome," she cooed, blinking her very long false lashes.
"I am Charlotte, Connor's French cousin."
She offered me a well-manicured hand with a glistening diamond ring on it. I took her hand and shook it warmly. She was tall, beautiful with massive bosom, sharp curves, and ivory white skin, but somehow, she didn't tick for me.
"Perhaps you would like a tour of the house, and the rich history of the building might interest you," she said.
"Of course, the pleasure is mine," I replied.
I followed her around the house as she showed me every part of the house, narrating the rich history and events that had given the place so much accolade. She didn't leave out who did what in each generation, and it was apparent that Connor was the big shot in the present age. I didn't protest when she slid her arm through mine and drew closer. I turned on my biggest charm, feigning delight at intervals. She was a walking scroll. She knew where and when renovations were made, past and current plans of the building, and how many staff that were employed.
I couldn't be more grateful when she led me into the study. It was richly furnished, and I could feel the warmth of the Persian rug even through my shoes. She sat on the edge of the mahogany table and looked into my eyes as if silently asking for something. It took me a while to understand that she wanted a kiss. I kissed her, and very soon, our bodies were clasped against one another. I was kissing her, but I was thinking of ways to get her out of the study so I could have some time to carry out my plans.
"I don't have condoms; do you happen to have any?" I asked
"Yes. Let's go to my bedroom." She replied.
"I like it here, surrounded by books and ghosts of all those intellectuals who spent their time brainstorming in here."
"You're so charming, don't go anywhere," she said with a wink and went out the door.
I quickly went to the big cabinet where I had noticed some DVDs before and after checking out the dates, I grabbed four, and promptly hid it in my tuxedo.
I was as calm as a sea on a sunny day by the time Charlotte returned. We started kissing again but was luckily interrupted by a scream coming from the poolside. A thud and a splash followed. Charlotte went to the window and peeped through the blind. Then she grabbed my hands quickly and led me stealthily out of the study.
She intended to get us to another room for privacy, but we ran into his brother, crashing her orgy plans.
"Qui est ton ami Charlotte?"
"Oh, erm..."
I quickly unburdened the young lady and introduced myself instead.
"Anthony Jareau of The Western Express."
"Oh, you're welcome, Mr. Jareau. I've heard so much about your little company. Come with, let me introduce you to the big guys."
And so my affair with the horny Charlotte came to a close, while my bromance with her cocky cousin began. He took me to one of the big rooms where a lot of corporate executives were seated. Some sipped champagne while others drank different contents from wine glasses.
I could tell that Connor was a knowledgeable man. He proved that in the way he looked at me when he observed Thelma's demeanor the moment we walked into the room. He must have been expecting it. I didn't give two cents about his reaction. To make matters even worse, I approached Thelma, kissed her gently before walking out of the party. It must have driven him nuts to know that Thelma willingly obliged me, in front of his guests.
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Oh, the smile on my face as I drove back home. One would think I have a weird vibe and connection from listening to Diana Ross. Oh no, the satisfaction of humiliating the cocky French saboteur is the best feeling I'd had since Belinda's passing. If I could crown it all with good sex, that would have made a perfect night for me. But we can't always have it all, can we?
Getting to my home, I remembered the DVDs I picked up from Connor's study. Curiosity almost beclouded my thoughts as my appetite flew out of the window. I jammed my car keys inside after picking up the tapes and hastily raced through to my door in the cold of the evening.
I grabbed a pack of fries, and a bottle of ketchup from the kitchen cabinet and pulled a table close to my couch. I inserted one of the DVDs into my laptop. The light was too bright. I got up again, turned off the lights, and went back to see the display on my laptop screen.
I changed the first, the second, and the third DVD after few seconds on display. Disappointed to know that it wasn't what I was expecting, I sighed and stretched my hand for the TV remote; perhaps there'll be something more fun than watching a documentary of Monkeys and Cheetahs.
Then another thought struck me, 'why would he keep documentaries of the wild in such a concealed place?'
I grabbed the PC again, slid a DVD in, and when it came on, I fast-forwarded the video. In less than six seconds, a funny image appeared on the screen. I rewind it and pressed play, and eureka! There it was, something utterly unrelated to documentary came live on my PC screen. It was a sex tape. I couldn't make out the face of the naked lady in the video, but the dude was Connor for sure.
The video was filmed more than a decade ago. The naked lady with beautiful breasts, long dark hair, and voluptuous ass was probably in her early 40's.
She was good at blowjobs; the way she rubbed the dick, licking the tip, spitting on it, and taking it in. She sparked hunger and passion for the owner of the rock hard merchandise. She circled her mouth on it, taking the whole length in as he thrust in and out of her. Her deep-throating effort was out of this world.
Connor held her head for support and began to fuck her in the mouth. Whoever she was, she was good at it. She made the young-looking Connor grunt, whimper, and work so hard for orgasm.
The blowjob lasted for a while. I skipped some part to see other exciting, fun sides.
Soon, Connor appeared to be eating her pussy. I skipped those parts too to where the voluptuous lady was lying on the bed. Her legs were up and resting on Connor's shoulder as he rammed his dick inside her pussy. She appeared to be enjoying herself as she moaned in excitement with every thrust.
Connor had no mercy on the juicy pussy; he hungrily rammed his length all in quick thrusts. He fucked her as his future depended on it. Well, maybe it did.
A few skips forward, the lady rested her bosom on the bed, raising her beautiful ass in the air. Connor wasted no time in inserting his rock solid dick inside her wet hole.
"Yes! Yes, Connie, I like that…"
The lady moaned and encouraged the young stallion as he continued to demolish her asset in the fast pace of thrusts. The energy, the rhythm, and the chorus made this part entertaining to watch.
Soon, I was out of fries.
I went back to the kitchen to see if I could get some more. 10 grams of coco chips were available for the next rounds.
I changed the DVD, skipped the documentary parts for a few seconds until a naked Connor and the same woman, a little older than the previous one, appeared on the screen. I could tell I'd seen the face somewhere. Awestruck, I paused the video to check some pictures of Thelma on her Instagram account.
My little research proved that the naked lover in the sex tape turned out to be Thelma's mom. It began to make sense all of a sudden.
Connor had something on her, something he could use at his whims. I was curious to know what such a revelation will do to the unholy relationship between Thelma's mom, Claudette, and Connor. Perhaps, it could end well in my favor, I thought.
But of course, I'd have to be careful not to ruin the Bunchild's family reputation. I cared so much for Thelma, and a revelation like that may not end well for our friendship.
So, I quickly engineered a short clip and had it sent to Connor anonymously, with the caption – 'your secret is safe with me, maybe not for long. Meet me at The Hazels.'
The Hazels was a famous strip club at the heart of Manhattan. So, the day ended with my detective play, porn watching, and some wanking off in my bathroom, thanks to the younger image of Claudette.