Wild Child - parts 36-40

- 36 -

“Yay! I knew you wouldn’t let me down,” Chanette quipped.

Angie ventured into the bedroom and emptied her luggage on the bed. She was rummaging through her bag when Suzanne came into the room, “I didn’t mean to offend you earlier, I just didn’t expect you to have a son.”

“Don’t worry about it. Not many people know about him,” she said. Looking at the clothing on the bed she asked, “Any idea what I should wear?” She felt something strange at the bottom of her bag, pulled it out. It was the ball gag that she had fallen asleep with so many nights ago. She wondered how it got into her overnight bag.

“How about the green jacket? With matching ball gag?”

“Suzanne, do you value your life?” Angie asked too calmly, “Because if you do, you won’t ask me that again.”

“Oops!” She said. “How about that?” she asked pointing to a pale pink mini dress.

“I suppose,” Angie said and picked up the dress. She looked into the mirror and hugged the dress against her body, "Excuse me for a moment.”

Angie left the room and headed towards the bathroom. Suzanne and Chanette heard the shower being turned on, then off, then Angie curse about something and finally she emerged into the lounge dressed in the little pink mini dress, with matching stiletto’s and her long hair swept up on top of her head.

“You look ravishing,” Chanette remarked.

“Good enough to eat,” Suzanne added.

“Are we going with the Jag, or do we use the Limo?” Angie asked them.

“Neither, it’s a private club down stairs,” Suzanne said very forwardly.

“Great, let’s go.”

Suzanne led the way to the private club. It was situated underneath the bar they were in earlier that day. The entrance to the club was through a door between the men’s and ladies restrooms. While the blue ultra violet lights making them look unnaturally ghost like, it barely illuminated the staircase. As they stepped off the last step and onto the floor, they were handed a shot of Tequila.

“This is our entrance fee,” Suzanne informed them. They had to down the Tequila before they were permitted to enter any further.

The club was circular in shape, the dance floor was positioned in the middle and was continually rotating. Around the dance floor was a bar counter with stools so that you could step off the dance floor and sit at the bar.

“It isn’t very busy is it?” Angie commented.

“Give it about an hour and then we’ll talk,” Suzanne said over the beating music. Chanette had ventured straight onto the dance floor, while Suzanne headed for the bar. Angie was left in the middle not sure whether to dance or drink. She followed Suzanne sitting down next to her.

“What do you want to drink?” Suzanne asked.

“What you having?” she replied.

“Bloody Mary, what else!”

“Sounds good to me.”

“What shall I get for Shanz?” Suzanne asked as she ordered their drinks.

“Wait until she gets off there, that’s if she gets of there.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Because once Shanz is on a dance floor, you battle to get her off,” Angie confessed.

“I’m sure I can lure her off, watch this,” Suzanne said as she made her way to Chanette. Once she was in front of Chanette she put her hands under Chanette’s blouse and squeesed her ample breasts. Chanette continued to dance. Attempting another tactic, she put her hand down the front of Chanette’s pants, Chanette just continued to dance.

Suzanne returned to her seat next to Angie, “So how do you get her off there?”

“Watch,” she said. Turning around she beckoned the barman, “a glass of ice please,” she requested. He gave it to her. She took out an ice cube and making sure to catch Chanette’s attention she placed the ice cube on her lips and seductively licked the water drops off. Angie then slid the ice cube down her neck, over the front of her dress until she reached her crotch. Turning to Suzanne she ever so slowly pulled the hem of her dress up until a tiny triangle of colour from her g-string was showing. Chanette had stopped dancing and was making her way over to them.

Angie placed the ice cube on Suzanne’s thighs just below her underwear.

Chanette was standing between them, she put her hand over the ice cube and wedged her hand between Suzanne’s closed thighs.

Suzanne opened her legs slightly giving Chanette access to what lay hidden between. Chanette swivelled their stools so that Angie and Suzanne faced each other and spread both their legs.

Her one hand still clutching the ice cube between Suzanne legs, the other one between Angie’s. She lowered her head and first kissed Angie, then Suzanne. The hand that was between Suzanne’s legs slid the ice further up until it reached her hotness. The ice cube was melting fast. With one swift movement Chanette moved Suzanne’s G-string aside and inserted the ice cube inside of her making her bite down on Chanette’s lip. “Sorry.”

“It’s worth it,” Chanette said as she made her way back to the dance floor. Suzanne sat in awe, she had not expected that.

- 37 -

“Angie, tell me about Shanz,” Suzanne started to ask.

“What do you want to know?”

“How about everything?”

“Okay, lets start with something a little simpler, what do you know about her?”

“Her name, that she has a brother, and you are her best friend. Other than that nothing.”

“There isn’t much more to tell. She’s one of us, spoiled rich kids I mean. She hasn’t had to do much with her life, she has her own fashion label, but she never wears anything she creates. She loves to shop for lingerie and she has an extremely low opinion of men. Other than that there isn’t much else.”

“How did the two of you meet?” Suzanne continued.

“We were at school together, she showed me the ways of the world. The best part was that we actually lived in the same neighbourhood, so when it was holidays we remained in contact.”

“Were your parents friends?”

“Not exactly. My father didn’t have any friends, and my mother passed away before I was two.”

“That’s so sad. Both my parents are still alive and pay me to keep out of their hair.”

“That bad?”

“Yip.”

“How old are you Suzanne?”

“I’m nineteen.”

“Nineteen, almost young enough to be jail bait.”

“How old is Chanette?”

“Now that would be telling, you’ll have to ask her, and trust me she guards that information better than a state secret. Tell me do you normally make it a habit to pick up older women?”

“No, but I liked what I saw at the carnival, and I like what I see in front of me,” she replied nodding in the direction of Chanette.

“Do you think there could be something there?” Suzanne inquired hesitantly.

“I don’t know, Shanz is another person, she likes to play with people and not get emotionally involved.”

“I’m not looking for an emotional involvement, just some fun,” she admitted.

“In that case I don’t see why not.”

Chanette made her way over to where they were sitting, “What are the two of you talking about?”

“You,” Suzanne volunteered an answer, “something to drink?”

“Sex on the beach, please,” she answered.

“Baby you can have sex anywhere you want!” Suzanne exclaimed and ordered Chanette’s drink.

“Is this woman for real?” Chanette whispered in Angie’s ear.”

“She’s hot for you Shanz, go for it.”

“I know that. Do you have any idea how old she is?”

“Yip, and that’s going to hold you back.”

“Remember what happened with Yola?” Chanette reminded Angie.

“There is a difference, Yola was a psycho, and I warned you about her. Suzanne may be a little young, but she ain’t a fucking loon!”

“How would you know?”

“Excuse me, who do you think was looking after me after my moonshine episode? If she was psycho, she would have tried something then, besides which has my intuition ever been wrong?” Angie asked.

“No.”

Suzanne dismounted the stool and handed Chanette her drink. Chanette sat in her place, put her drink on the bar counter and pulled Suzanne into her open legs. Suzanne stood there not quite sure what to do.

“I’m not going to bite you,” Chanette said.

“Pity, I like to be bitten,” Suzanne acknowledged.

“You are such a tease.”

“So what are you going to do about it?”

“Shall we go upstairs and see?”

“We can.” Suzanne moved as if to go, Chanette held her back.

“We have the whole night ahead of us, no need to hurry.”

“The only reason I am in a hurry is because I want to make love to you all night long,” Suzanne admitted.

Angie had been watching the scenario between her friend and Suzanne, “I hate to be a party pooper, but I think I’m going to make my way to the penthouse.”

“But Angie, you can’t leave now, the party hasn’t even started,” Suzanne whined.

“Which party would you be referring to?” Angie asked.

Suzanne blushed with embarrassment.

Angie gave both Chanette and Suzanne a hug and kiss before she left the club and made her way back to the penthouse.

Once in the penthouse, she re-packed her luggage that she had thrown on the bed and arranged for Edward to get her luggage and take her home.

“Evening ma’am,” Edward said as she opened the door and let him in.

“Evening Edward,”

“Is Ms Chanette going to be joining you?”

“Nope, I don’t think so, she’s otherwise occupied. It’s just you and me going home,” she commented.

“I’ll get you at the elevator, I want to leave a note for Shanz,” she continued as she scribbled a note and left it on the bedside table. The drive home was long and quiet, Angie thought about the events of the past couple of days. She was physically and mentally exhausted and was looking forward to returning to the comfort of her home.

When Edward pulled the Limo in front of her door Angie was elated. She ran up the stairs and unlocked the front door. When she opened the door and entered her home she was confronted by dozens of white roses.

- 38 -

“Veronique,” she shouted through the house.

“Yes Nonny, what is it?” Veronique said through a yawn.

“Where did all these flowers come from?”

“I don’t know Angie, they’ve been arriving here since you left. There is a card attached to each bunch, it may help if you read them before screaming me awake!” Veronique complained, as she did not appreciate being screamed awake at some ungodly hour.

“Since when have you been so grumpy?”

“Since I’ve had to open the bloody door every hour for as long as you have been away,” she snapped.

“Why would you be opening the door every hour?” Angie asked stupidly.

“Because that is how often these wretched flowers would arrive, and is not doing my sinuses any good. Now good night and I’ll see you in the morning! Oh and you can open your own door now!”

Angie took the card of one of the arrangements and opened it, it read;

“Missing you

Hour after Hour.”

She took another card and opened it. It had the exact same message, the cards had no details on whatsoever, not the florist’s name, or who had sent them. Furious Angie went to her room. On her pillow was a single red rose with another card. She threw the rose on the floor and ripped the card into pieces prior to tossing it into the trash bin.

“That’s that!” She exclaimed feeling better about everything.

“That’s what?” she was asked. Angie went ice cold and turned towards where the voice had come from.

“Who’s there?” she asked knowing very well that it was the masked stranger.

“Did you not like your flowers?” he asked

“Who are you?” she questioned

“My identity is to remain a secret until the time is right.”

“Why are you badgering me?” she said taking a step back.

“Badgering you? I have done nothing but give you what you want. I have never hurt you or stolen from you, but if you feel as though I am badgering you, I shall tell my employer and never see you again.”

“Your employer? Who’s that?”

“I’m afraid I cannot reveal that either.”

“Then what can you reveal?”

“My mission.”

“Your mission?” Angie was intrigued.

“My mission is to please you unconditionally, to make you as sexually happy as possible. To do to you whatever pleases you, and push you as far as you are willing to go.”

“In other words, a sex slave, but I don’t get to know who I’m fucking?”

“If you want to put it like that.”

“So what are you waiting for, aren’t you going to make your move?”

“I can only make a move, as you say, when the atmosphere is right.”

“Oh so now I have a sex slave with an attitude? That has to be a first! Now if you don’t mind I would like you to leave.”

“As you wish my love,” he said and left her alone in her room.

Veronique brought Angie coffee early the next morning, “Wake up Nonnny, here’s your coffee.”

“Coffee? Veronique what time is it?”

“Time for you to get up. We have things to do today.”

“Like what?”

“Like sort out the spare room for Jimmy.”

Angie shot up, “oh shit, I forgot.”

“That’s why I am here, to remind you of the important things in your life.”

“But I never told you that Jimmy’s coming, how did you find out?”

“He phoned me.”

“Why would Jimmy phone you?”

“So that I could remind you that he is coming here, now which room do you want him to stay in?”

“I’ll leave that up to you. You were always better at these things than me.”

“In that case, I’ll set up the blue room,” she said and departed. When Angie eventually emerged from bed and made her way to the blue room, Veronique had already cleaned, dusted, vacuumed and put clean linen on the bed. Angie spent the rest of the day moping around not knowing what to do with herself. She tried phoning Chanette, but the call kept going through to her voice mail, and after leaving five messages Angie gave up any hope of speaking to her. Veronique knocked on Angie’s bedroom door, “Nonny, I’ve brought you your dinner.”

“Come in Veronique,” she answered.

“Come now you must eat,” Veronique said as she placed the tray in front of Angie.

Angie nibbled at the food, “Nan, do you think I’m making a mistake letting Jimmy live here?”

“Nonny, you are his mother, he needs you as much as you need him.”

“Yes but I don’t even know the boy, I’ve spent a week a year with him at the most.”

“That’s not the point, you did the best you knew how to do. Leaving him with his father was the best for the child, you know that, especially after the threats you received.”

“I suppose. Here you can take this.”

“Angie, you’ve hardly touched your food, you must eat.”

“I’ll have something later, I’m just not hungry right now. I have a headache that doesn’t want to break.”

“I’ll fetch your medication, it should help,” Veronique removed the tray and returned a couple of minutes later with Angie’s medication. Angie took the pills, closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep. She was thinking about the masked man that had her life (in turmoil. ?????).

- 39 -

She dreamt that she was on a yacht somewhere in the middle of the Mediterranean. She was laying on the deck tanning when she noticed a raft with someone on it floating towards her. It appeared that the person was calling for help. As the raft drew closer she could see that it was the same masked man that had been breaking into her house.

“Can I come aboard?” he asked.

“Yes, she replied.” As he boarded the yacht the full face balaclava changed into a mask like the one Zorro wears. She lay down again the stranger approached her.

“Can I put some lotion on your back,” he asked, “the sun is very strong today.”

“If you want,” Angie said, after all this was a dream and she was in control of it.

He reached over and taking the bottle emptied a little on her exposed back. He gently spread the lotion across her back and rubbed it in, he put a little more into the palm of his hand and proceeded to rub into the back of her legs.

Nudging them apart, he spread the protective cream into the softness of her thighs making her skin come alive at his touch. Angie turned onto her back, hoping to see who the masked stranger was, what she saw instead was the stranger sitting next to her wearing swimming trunks and mask.

“Why don’t you take that off?” She asked pointing to his head.

“You know I can’t,” he replied. Picking up the lotion bottle he began to apply the lotion to the front of her body.

First on her arms and shoulders, reaching behind her he untied her bikini top and took it off, he then massaged the lotion across her chest and into the delicate skin of her exposed breasts.

Angie was getting hot and it nothing to do with the sun beating down on her. The feel of this mans hands on her body was incredible, it was as though he was actually there caressing her body, Angie knew this was impossible considering she was in her bed dreaming.

“What’s your name?” She asked him.

“You can call me James,” he replied as he rubbed lotion over her calves and on her feet.

“James, hmm, it somehow fits,” she mused.

He lay down next to her and was gently caressing her body when Angie climbed on top of him. She could feel his rippling muscles pressing hard against her. She picked up the bottle of lotion and proceeded to cream his body. When she had finished rubbing the lotion into his torso, she leisurely moved down his body until she was crouching on her knees slipping her fingertips into the elastic of his trunks she took them off and threw them into the sea.

Angie then buried her head in his crotch, this is what she had wanted to do since the first time she laid eyes on him. She could feel him growing bigger and harder in her mouth as she expertly drew him deeper into her mouth and down her throat.

Once he was fully erect she mounted him, gradually lowering herself onto his well-endowed cock filling her womanhood to capacity as she did so. James placed his hands under her butt guiding her along his shaft.

Angie engulfed his hardness deep inside her. Leaning forward and placing her hands above his shoulders she moved her body up his long rod. James put his arms around her and pulled her close, he then turned around with her in his arms so that he was on top.

“This a better idea,” he stated. Lifting her legs he placed them along his chest with her feet on his shoulders on either side of his face. James took her one foot in his hand and embraced it lovingly, he then began to kiss and suck the arch, the heel, and her toes.

All the while the other hand was enticing her clit out from under its hood, he caressed the sided of her clit hood as if he where masturbating a tiny cock. Angie dropped her legs and hooked them behind his back. James continued to stroke her clit while he rammed her, he could see that she was close to coming by the way she was squeezing and pinching her nipples. James unlocked her feet from behind his back and went down on her, thrusting his tongue as deep into her as he could. Angie’s body arched as she filled his face and mouth with her cum juices.

James kept on tonguing her until he had drunk every last drop. When she moved to repay the compliment James stood up and dived into the water.

Angie dived in after him but when she emerged she could not see him anywhere, James had disappeared. She dived under the water once again but to no avail, her body was tired and she was getting stuck in seaweed.

As she tried to wrench her body free from the seaweed, she knocked her head against something. When she opened her eyes she was tangled in her duvet and had knocked her head against the night table.

Angie unravelled the duvet from around her body and sat up, looking across the room she noticed a rose and zorro mask on the dressing table.

“Surely that wasn’t there last night?” She asked herself. She got up and went to the dressing table where the rose and mask lay, it looked like the same Zorro mask as he had worn in her dream.

She picked it up and turned it around, on the inside of the mask the words ‘sweet dreams’ were written, and the rose had been freshly cut. She knew she had been dreaming, but were parts of her dream real.

- 40 -

“Angie, are you awake?” Veronique was calling outside her door.

“Yes Nan,” she answered.

“What time are you to fetch Jimmy from the airport?”

“At ten tonight, why?”

“I want to come with if that is okay?”

“Of course it will be okay, we’ll be leaving here about eight thirty.”

“Thank you,” was all Veronique said and left the room.

Angie was still holding onto the mask when the doorbell chimed, “Veronique will you please get that for me?”

“Jimmy,” Veronique screamed from downstairs.

“Jimmy?” Angie questioned, “That’s impossible, he’s only due here tonight.” Angie made her way downstairs and walked straight into her son.

“Jimmy? What the hell are you doing here?” she squealed in delight.

“I changed my flight slightly, I wanted to surprise you,” he answered.

“Surprise me? Well you have, I haven’t even had my morning cup of coffee yet and it feels as if my caffeine levels are already sky high!”

“It’s called adrenaline mom,” he teased her.

“Jimmy, do you want some breakfast?” Veronique butted in.

“Would I ever say no to your breakfast?”

“I would be very disappointed if you did,” she admitted. “Angie do you want some breakfast?” she asked as an afterthought.

“Coffee and toast please,” was all Angie answered.

Looking at Jimmy she asked, “Where’s your luggage?”

“Outside, I need a hand getting it in please.”

Angie stepped outside and encountered not only Jimmy’s bags but her late father’s trunk as well.

“Jimmy, why did you bring your grandfather’s trunk?”

“I told you I was going to bring it because Stavros was threatening to break it open.”

“Oh, yes,” she said looking at the luggage. “How on earth did you manage to get all of this on the aeroplane?”

“I made Stavros pay for the excess luggage.”

“Clever boy, I see I taught you well. Veronique, once you have finished with breakfast, please organise to get these upstairs,” she said motioning to the luggage.

“That one can go straight to my room,” she continued and pointed to her late fathers trunk. Breakfast was unusually quiet considering Jimmy was in the house.

“Mamma, would it be okay if I went and slept a while after breakfast? I didn’t manage to sleep on the plane here.”

“Uh-huh, okay.”

Jimmy gobbled the last of his breakfast and made his way to his room, Angie sat at the table a while before calling out to Veronique, “Is the trunk upstairs?”

“Yes Angie, I took it up myself,” she replied.

“Great, thank you,” she said and made her way upstairs. The trunk had been placed on in the middle of her room, Angie retrieved the key from the dresser and opened it. She had not opened the trunk since Veronique packed all her father’s belongings in it after his death. Angie closed the door and started going through the contents of the trunk. There were black and white photos of her parents on their wedding day, and even more of her as a baby and toddler, on the back of each photograph was the date it was taken as well as who was in it and where it was taken. Angie did not recognise the handwriting as her fathers and assumed it was her mothers. She went through each photograph individually studying it intently, this was her life, her history.

She had gone through more than half of the trunk when she came across a shoebox, upon opening it she found letters addressed to her father, some were opened, others were still sealed.

She began to read the letters. They dated back to before she was born, and signed by the same person, Lucy Delaware. Could it be that Lucy Delaware and her new-found friend Bruce were related? Angie picked up the phone and dialled Bruce’s number, he answered before it had rung on Angie’s side.

“Hello Bruce here,”

“Hi Bruce, remember me? It’s Angie.”

“How can I forget? I’ve been thinking about you since you left here.”

“Bruce I know this may sound a little strange, but what was your mother’s name?”

“Why?”

“I’m just asking, it occurred to me that you didn’t tell me that night,” she hoped that Bruce would not pick up the lie in her voice.

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