CHAPTER SIX
For a good number of weeks, Thelma and I were incommunicado. I took Charlotte out on a couple of dates. She was an entertaining company. We even made out a couple of times, but I felt no attraction for her. There was only one woman on my mind. And her image haunted me.
I buried myself in my work, filling in the lonely nights with more work. Soon, I had eye bags from sleepless nights. I didn't even know I had them until Anelida pointed them out when I had traveled down for a dinner party. She tried to get me to talk about it, and when I wouldn't budge, she established that I had symptoms of a broken heart. I told her work was getting a little too demanding, but she refused to take that. Mom noticed I had gained weight and was no longer looking like a sculpted Adonis as she usually put it.
Thelma called many times and sent in messages that I didn't bother to read before deleting. She came to the office a few times, but I refused to see her. I returned her presents too. Eventually, she stopped calling and texting.
I had assumed I would be happier if she stayed away, but the silence became so unbearable I could not focus on work or anything. I became so moody, getting riled at every little mistake. I became so withdrawn and unhappy. My favorite past time was driving aimlessly around town until I became so exhausted and would go home and go straight to bed.
One day, I couldn't take it anymore, so I just picked up the phone and called Thelma. She answered at the third ring and hastily told me in a hushed voice to call back tomorrow because she was right in the middle of something. I was about to hang up the phone when I heard a man's voice in the background. He was asking her to get ready for the show. Damn, I could recognize Connor's voice anytime. I sensed she must have quickly dropped her phone when he came in.
"Hey gorgeous, bring that booty over here for some good spanking. You've been a bad, bad bitch," Connor said.
"Yes, daddy," Thelma chuckled.
"Now bend over that table and wiggle that ass for me while I teach you a few lessons." I heard Connor saying.
I heard the sound of the whip crack through the air. I could have just tapped the end call button and saved myself more agony, but I have always been curious to know what Connor was like in the bedroom.
I heard Thelma scream as the whip touched her skin with a loud crack, and Connor telling her she deserved every spanking for being naughty. He struck a couple more times, and each time I heard him yelling louder and louder at her to wiggle her ass.
"What do you do with that big fat ass, bitch? You wiggle, wiggle." He roared.
I heard the weirdest song come on, and Thelma must have been wiggling her best because Connor had stopped yelling but whipped her some more. When he was done, he changed the song to a jungle theme filling the room with sounds of wild animals making terrifying noises, elephants stomping, and birds chirping. It sounded so creepy. Then Connor starts chasing Thelma all over the place, snarling and making monkey noises. Thelma shrieked in mock terror. He must have caught up with her because I heard clothes torn into shreds and Thelma whimpering as he bit her skin.
Much to my disdain, I had a full hard-on. If I had been in that room, she was getting a train.
"Put those clips on your nipples." I heard Connor order Thelma.
"But they hurt so badly," Thelma said. I sensed fear in her voice. She was afraid of displeasing Connor.
"Put the damn clips on," Connor bellowed.
All was quiet except for Connor's slurp kissing, and the same lewd nonsense he kept saying over and over again. Then I heard Thelma moaning just the way she did when I penetrate her. Connor was ramming into her and grunting like a wild pig. His balls were slapping her, and I wondered just how big they were to have made her react the way she did. The pace of his thrusts increase, telling from the sounds I heard, Thelma's moaning had turned into screaming. She was obviously in pain, and that spurred Connor on. Her pleas fell on deaf ears as he was bent on getting his release. At that moment, I thought the whole show would never end, Connor gave one last snort, and there was silence. Thirty seconds later, I heard the door bang, and Thelma sobbing quietly.
I hung up and saved the call recordings. Suddenly, I looked up to see my assistant standing at the door. He had been trying to get my attention for the past half hour. There was a pizza guy at the lobby waiting to deliver my order. I haven't eaten pizza in the past two years, and I couldn't remember placing an order. There could have been a mistake somewhere, or was someone playing a prank?
After giving it a second thought, I asked my assistant to pay the guy and bring in the pizza.
****
The thing about Karma is that it comes for you when you think you're in your correctional phase. Right your wrong all you want, the wrongs you did will still come back for you. Perhaps, Thelma was my karma, or the universe was simply dishing me a portion from Cupid's worst concoction.
The sounds of her love-making with Connor remained stuck in my head like a tumor. My heart kept rebelling against my intent to stay Thelma-free, at least for a while.
Thelma was still sending messages, though, contents that I didn't bother to check. I was beginning to focus more on my work at the office. Dylan Boris, my assistant in the last decade, was resigning from his job for a managerial position at Wall Street. I was happy for him. In his replacement was a young Harvard graduate that looked like he'd spent most of his college savings on robotics and advanced techs. However, it didn't take long before he got around the job. Joshua Anderson or Josh, as he preferred, used computer utilities like his life depended on it.
Being tech-savvy myself, I discussed the little I know with Josh. At the same time, he poured out his in-depth knowledge and infatuation with the use of advanced software for data collation, futuristic analysis, and other states of the art tech utilities.
I needed all the distractions I could get from all the tumults that had enwrapped my private life lately, so I invited Josh over for dinner at my place. He was barely able to contain the opportunity of working with the MD. His face lit up in excitement, as we discussed at length in my office. And when I threw the dinner invitation at him, poor Josh, he kept repeating the same questions in between apologies "Are you serious? Sorry, Me? You, me, dinner, I'm sorry?
"It's not a date, kid. I just need someone I could knock out again. I haven't played Xbox in a while."
"Get out of here! Oh, sorry, boss, I meant you play Xbox?"
"I've told you to call me Mr. Jareau. I'd let you call me Tony if you impressed me in the video game."
He repeatedly nodded, raising his thumbs in acknowledgment of the challenge, his head accidentally hitting the glass door as he walked back to his office.
Work was over by 5.30 pm. Josh and I went to get some Chinese foods first, before circling back to my place.
When we had finally settled down for dinner and to play video games afterward, I received the fifth call from Charlotte. My phone had been buzzing since I left the Chinese restaurant. When I eventually answered her call, she had news for me that relates to Connor. Charlotte had been looking for a window of opportunity to find closure with me. When sex wasn't hitting it, she used her dislike of Connor to find common ground.
It was through her that I learned of Connor's dealings in the investigation process at the precinct. Someone had been forestalling the autopsy report on purpose. My lawyer had complained of some misconduct in the proceedings owing to police negligence. Charlotte's latest information cleared the confusion on why there had been delays in reaching a verdict on the case. Connor, through his schemes and manipulations, had been able to get some corrupt cops to do his biddings.
In the light of the legal proceedings, new evidence was supposedly discovered in Belinda's car. The so-called evidence was made to look like Belinda's last word, pinning me to her murder.
The phone conversation with Charlotte ruined the rest of the night. I had to look for ways to clear my name before ending up in an orange jumpsuit.
I quickly dismissed Josh only to sink back on my couch, drowning away in the gloom. Three to four hours, wondering about various possibilities that could end the impending setback. I remembered a parcel was delivered to me in a pizza pack. I had dropped the package in one of the open cabinets, hoping to check what was inside at a later time.
I picked up my car keys. It was at 11.40 pm. I drove straight to the office and thankfully met the security guys in their post. I was a bit nervous about what I'd find.
The writing on the brown envelope, clearly written in blue ink, was 'VERY CONFIDENTIAL.' My soul sighed in the hope of seeing the audiotape in the parcel. The content didn't state where or who was writing. Whoever it was made sure it stayed anonymous.
Finally, the content of the letter was enough to point my lawyer in the direction of where to go. According to the letter, one of the detectives was working for Connor in a bid to implicate me in the death of Belinda.
Connor was a smart man, but not smart enough to buy the cooperation of the good eggs among the cops in the precinct. With the advantage that the new evidence presented to me, I drove home calmly and had a good night's sleep.
******
Another legal proceeding beckoned again. My office was in good hands, but that wasn't my worry. Several things had been giving me sleepless nights - Thelma's inability to see Connor for who he was, Belinda's unfortunate demise, and the fact that Carl Thompson may not show up in court, costing me my freedom. I hate the thought of prison, and orange is not my color.
My phone dinged; it was a message from Thelma. It was an apology for her inability to come to witness my trial. Well, the sight of Carl matching through the aisle, and into his seat gave me relief. He eventually showed up just in time before the Judge had settled on his seat.
After close to 40 minutes of legal jargon and pointless accusations, my lawyer stepped up to the stage. Just as I had expected, the verdict went in my favor. The voice of Detective Kingston accepting a bribe from a caller on the phone was all I needed. Carl Thompson was in his A-game too. He made all the efforts thrown at me by the prosecuting counsel seem like a child's play.
The victory at my trial was like a breath of fresh air. I was driving home to celebrate alone, but a lot of weight was lifted off my shoulder. I was able to sleep again.
*******
The weekend started on a bright note with the whole court proceedings behind me. I was soon contemplating on heeding Anelida's advice to go for a therapy when I saw a message anonymously delivered to my email.
I clicked on what seemed to be a video clip, and the naked body of Thelma being pinned down on a dining table while a relatively thin individual with very dark hair, obviously Connor, began to plunge his dick inside her mouth.
I skipped further, watching her expressions keenly to ensure she wasn't forced. Her reactions depicted one of pain and delight. At some point, Connor used a massive steel dildo to explore her insides. I'd never seen Thelma scream in such horror.
But as soon as she had endured one pain, her expression changed to portray pleasure. The pains she went through with the clamps on her tits, the whips Connor generously unloaded on her back. Yet, she cried, screamed, and smiled back.
As if that wasn't enough, Connor put a gag on her mouth, causing her to be quiet; her eyes depicted pain. Connor inserted the steel dildo into her pussy and began taking her from the back. Soon, her expressions turned to delectation.
I got more confused. Was Thelma enjoying it? Was that the sort of sexual style she craved? Connor had sent the video to taunt me, but I was beginning to pick something useful from Connor's algolagnia.
Connor had various instruments arranged for their wild debauchery. I wondered if she'd get through the session alive. There were clamps on her tits, inflicting excruciating pains on her. There were restraints on her legs, and the use of an instrument to plunge through her vagina sent shock waves through me.
I closed the page to check for the closest psychotherapist around. After going through a list of options, I set off to book an appointment with a doctor at Midtown Manhattan.
********
Belinda's funeral scheduled to happen at St. Mary's Catholic Church on a Saturday morning. I was informed by one of her cousins a week before.
I got to the service early enough to meet the sermon. Belinda's family members and closest friends sat by the right porch, close to the altar. Belinda's remains were in a slightly opened casket, close to the front row seat. I wanted to have one last view of her remains during the procession without causing a stare, but I soon realized how awkward that might look.
There was something suspicious about the eulogy presented by her former promoter and owner of the franchise, where she plied her acting career. He sounded like all was well between him and Belinda, but that was very misleading. I remember Belinda saying, "I've done everything to please Alan, including sex, but he cares more about his ejaculation than helping my acting career." She must have been cursing him right there in her casket.
Belinda had a bubbling personality; she was always determined to outdo herself and any perceived competitor. She was a little bit clingy, but to be fair. She was a sweet and charming person. I always had a feeling she would have stuck around all these years, thinking that when I was done being a Casanova, I would pop the question to her. If Thelma had not shown up at the office that day, Belinda would have been the one.
Belinda had her share of disappointments and frustrations. An unfair share, I would say. Although she made good music and had a huge fan base on and off social media, she wanted to try her hands on the screen. I had always told her to stick to her music, but her eyes were set for Hollywood. She did her best, but her talent was in singing. Her manager had advised her to take smaller roles and work her way up, but Belinda would take none of that. She went on to produce her movie, and it was a total disaster, leaving her almost bankrupt.
When she could no longer handle it, she sought solace in sex and drugs. Several times, I tried to get her to seek therapy, but she declined them. I knew how eccentric she was, but she loved life way too much to have considered killing herself. If I were a detective, I would start with Alan Dubois. His smooth talks and patronizing speech about his relationship with Belinda surely gave him away.
******
My shrink did warn me about attending Belinda's funeral. I was starting to feel she was right. Carla Dowling was in her early 50's. Her age could have been hard to tell if not for her great wisdom and beautiful silver hair that complemented her brown skin. Her slender frame fits perfectly in her blue bodycon dress that hugged her figure, accentuating her beautifully curved shape.
Ms. Dowling has been very helpful for the last two weeks of my therapy session. Although it was difficult at first, opening up to anyone about my private life, she exercised a considerable amount of patience.
My session with her lasted for an hour, and I have been consistently attending every meeting every 1 pm on weekdays until two weeks later. I changed my regular session to 5 pm to accommodate my busy time schedules at work.
On my second day of attending my evening session, I ran into Thelma in the hallway. I thought it hard to be a mere coincidence, but it was.
Thelma hasn't had it smoothly herself. Anyone with Connor in their life would need to see one if not two shrinks a day. She was surprised as I was, and even though I was stalking her. She wore a red sheath dress that had a straight cut, nipped at the waistline, and sat on her knees. She looked perfectly in shape until she had taken off her shades, revealing a black eye that was hued in make-up.
"Oh no, he hits you?" I asked.
"It's not what you think, Tony."
"And what am I thinking?"
"He doesn't," she paused, trying to maintain her composure as I waited for more words to come out of her. She put her shades back on.
"Why do you care, by the way? What are you even doing here?" She tried to walk out as she threw those piercing questions, but I caught her by the hand.
"You can't tell?" There were so many things I wanted to say to her, but I figured it wasn't the right place, so I changed the subject. "What are you doing here, Thelma?"
"I came to see someone, a friend. What about you, Tony, came to see someone too?"
"Uh," I couldn't think of a bright lie, "yeah, term…an old friend, not very old, silver hair, -"
"Great body, good listener." She snatched the words from my mouth as we both chuckled.
"Ms. Dowling always leaves an impressive effect on her patients. I'm happy for you, Tony. But I'm not here for therapy if that's what you're asking. Doctor Dowling has been a friend for close to 3 years now."
"So, you're checking in for a friendly tête-à-tête," I said, maintaining a face of concern without reflecting the sarcasm.
Ms. Dowling walked in on us, and said in a calm tone manner, "Hey lovers, I'm sorry I've got to close early today. My daughter would be flying in from Europe at any moment, and I'm her ride." She smiled and headed for the lift.
I asked Thelma afterward to have dinner with me, but she declined. She had been seeing Ms. Dowling, and it didn't take the doctor too long to figure out we've seen each other. I assumed she must have mentioned me a couple of times in her sessions. I wanted so badly to know what she was dealing with without bulging into her no-flight zone.
I held her by the shoulders, planted a kiss on her temple and said, "You know how to reach me, Thelma, I'm always available when you need me."
I took my leave as she stood there, watching and probably wondering if she should have accepted the dinner invitation.
*******
My drive back home was filled with mixed emotions. Did I act too desperate? Come on, Tony! I banged my hands on the steering wheel. The hell! It was just dinner. I tried to console myself. I pressed the radio channel, and a weather report came on, I changed the dial repeatedly, but nothing of interest came live. I was losing my head in an awkward, narcissistic syndrome until I resorted to my Diana Ross album in the music player.
Getting home, I went straight to my freezer for a leftover since morning. I turned on the TV and was busy flipping the channels when my doorbell rang. I wasn't expecting a visitor, but my first guess was Charlotte.
Charlotte was very instrumental to the court verdict that went in my favor. I started feeling a bit guilty for not doing beyond a phone call in appreciation for her contribution to my fair trial.
I turned the knob, opening my speech with 'I'm so sorry for -' but it wasn't Charlotte. No, it was my invitee who had come to collect, but dinner was a little late, I thought. Thelma had gone back home to refresh, slipped into a brown overcoat and a hat. Words were still stuck in my mouth when she turned from backing the door and flashed a smile that eased my mental stress since our meeting at Ms. Dowling’s office. I was yet to recover from the impact of her charming smile when she pulled out a button, letting her coat go down like cotton at a circus.
I stood there, frozen by the view before me. Under the loose coat was Thelma's dark panty-holes, designed in such a way that only her tits and vagina were unexposed.
She put her little finger in my mouth. I suckled like an infant. At last, I summoned some degree of courage and picked her off her feet. I can't explain if I floated in the air through the flights of stairs into my bedroom.
On the bed, I put my hand behind Thelma's head, holding her firmly, I looked into her eyes, trying to see into her soul before I kissed her, deeply exploring the warmth of her mouth. She tasted like a blend of peppermint and vanilla. On the other hand, I grabbed her bum, rubbing her against my desires. I wanted her to feel how much I yearned for her. She moaned as I squeezed her butt harder, delighting in their roundness and softness.
I had craved so much for an opportunity with Thelma. So much that I'd fantasized series of nasty things to do with her in my head, I must admit, Connor had little to do with it.
Gently breaking the kiss, I stepped towards my closet, where I laid out every tool, I needed to drive her senseless with pleasure. Looking back, I saw her face as her eyes widened in astonishment.
"Tony…"
I shushed her up with a kiss.
"Be patient, my captive. Tonight, you're my servant."
I took out a scarf with which I tied around her head so that she couldn't see anything.
Using my mouth, I gently undid her willing panty-holes. I could hear her pulse beating faster as I progressed.
"Tony, what are you doing?" Thelma asked.
I smiled in reply and went on to put a leash on her neck.
"Tony, no."
"Shush, you're not allowed to speak yet."
I kissed her gently on the lips and then roughly pulled on her leash, bringing her down on her knees.
I unzipped my pants, pulled my aroused dick out of my briefs. I made her feel my meat on her face and ordered her to open her mouth.
She did as I said. I cupped her jaw as she encircled her lips on my dick. I held her head to my body as my dick hardened even more. The tip of my dick touched her throat, making her gag. I moved deeper and faster, almost touching the back of her throat.
I went in, and out of her mouth, she coughed, gagged and gasped for air. After thrusting in and out for a while, I pulled out, allowing her to catch her breath. Tears poured down her face. I wiped it off with my hands.
The intensity was so much that I almost reached a climax. I pulled out immediately.
I stretched my hand to the left rack in my closet and grabbed a whip.
I caressed her breasts with it leisurely tracing it over her mid-riff down to her navel. My gentle brushes over her clit drew out a soft moan. She leaned forward and moaned my name.
My hands lightly brushed her pussy-lips, her juices flowed freely. She was already wet with want. She craved for more.
I brought out another item in my arsenal – two handcuffs with which I was able to restrain her, pinning her to my bedposts. When I was sure that her hands had been secured properly, I brought out another item in my arsenal – a dildo.
I plunged the dildo into her juicy pussy, and she let out a loud moan that got me wondering if the pain was too much.
No, this isn't the time to get soft. If I'm going to do this, I'd have to go all the way.
However, my conscience constantly embattled my actions. I checked to ensure that the cuffs weren't cutting her circulation. I removed the leash on her neck.
I continued to explore the walls inside her pussy with the dildo.
"Uh, Tony!"
Her body quivered with fear and want. Then, I disengaged the dildo from her pussy, inserting it into the hole in her ass. It was tight down there. I found a lubricant, poured some on her anus, and pushed the dildo inside her. The entrance was made easier this time. She cried out in pleasure.
I was barely able to contain myself; all I wanted to do was to glide into her and make sweet love to her. It wasn't part of my plans yet, but my urge was stronger, so I got her out of the blindfold and restraints.
My dick was so hard I felt it might jump out of my groin, clutching to the choicest part on Thelma's gorgeous body.
I grabbed her hips, bent her over and fucked her hard, lightly spanking her ass as I banged her.
"Spank me harder," she ordered.
The authority overturned. I gladly obeyed her command; I spanked her so hard while I rammed my impatient meat into her yearning pussy. I went in harder and harder, bringing her to countless orgasms in a row.
"Yes! Don't stop… Fuck that pussy!"
I increased my pace as those words spurred me into action. I was on fire, and I spread her apart impatiently. Her legs danced in the air as I went in and out of her. Her sexual drive matched mine, and together we made the room burn.
Sensing that I was approaching climax, I pulled out of her. I began to eat her, licking her labia, using my tongue to suck on her clit, and Thelma moaned in deep pleasure.
Passionately using my tongue, I thrust in and out of her wet pussy. I rubbed my tongue hard on her clit, gliding it right through her pussy lips. She was in cloud nine, screaming and urging me on.
Then I used my fingers, rubbing hard on her clit until a rush of liquid splashed out.
She began to express her heightened delight in a different language I couldn't make out. But I knew Thelma spoke only English.
Soon, it was time to nourish my dick with some of the pleasure. I made her get in position for a doggy. I glided my dick inside her, spanking her ass as I invaded her in full force.
"You…are a…a…fucking beast," she managed to say in the heat of pleasure.
I held on to her waist, thrusting in and out with even more pressure as I pulled her back. Her round butt slapped on my groin, making flapping sounds in the rhythm of our movements.
Feeling the need for more wildness, I inserted my dick into her anus, rubbing her clitoris at the same time. She went crazy with excitement, which triggered my passion and brought me close to climax. I continued with even greater force as my cum began to surge, sending shock waves through my spine to my brain cells.
"Oh my gawwd, that feels so good. You're the fucking best, Tony."
In my mind, I wished Connor could hear that. 'Oh, Connor, can you dig that?'
"What did you say?" she asked.
My thoughts came out of my lips, unknown to me. Thelma's countenance changed from that of ecstasy to irksomeness.
"So, is that all I've been to you, a sport?"
"What do you mean, babe?"
Thelma is a smart woman; somehow, she had been able to tell the comparisons. It wasn't my style, and she knew it.
"You know about Connor?" she asked.
I hesitated for a moment before answering, "I know it's not a competition, Thelma, but I felt you enjoyed it better this way."
The expression on her face showed disappointment.
"Have you been spying on me?"
We paused for a while as her eyes scrutinized my face like a psychic. I couldn't bring myself to tell her the truth. Although, she deserved to know Connor for who he was. Connor cared less about her; all he wanted was to unload his cum inside her. She was supposed to know that. But maybe she enjoyed it too much.
A lot of questions flickered through my mind. What does she see in Connor? What does she desire in him so much that I haven't been giving him?
She got in her clothes, moved close to the door, and said, "Stop trying, Tony."
She left me wondering what she meant.