Chapter 12A: Isiah

We flew into LA for a few days. I couldn’t figure out Lauren’s angle. After all this time we’ve been chasing each other, she is encouraging me to add another woman to our bed. I’m completely fine with only her. She’s my goddess. Since her restoration, she has a beauty and grace I’ve never had the pleasure of seeing anywhere. I will sometimes just look at her from a doorway before I enter and enjoy a long moment. She will be humming a tune and wearing one of my old sweatshirts before feeling me there. A large grin spreads across her face when she sees me staring. “What?” she asks just before I sweep her up for another romp. If she isn’t in one of my old sweatshirts, she will be wearing something to show off her magnificent cleavage and trim figure. Watching her for too long it was hard to know where to look. If you are an ass man, she has you covered. If you are a breast man, like fit women, long legs, or blondes she has you covered. She is a 100% pure sex goddess wrapped up in a glorious package with a sweet Virginia accent. That’s just her outward appearance. She’s powerful, brilliant, determined and knows how to empower a man rather than make him feel dominated. I knew having her is a good thing and mixing an unknown woman into my comfortable little scenario understandably gave me serious pause.

She’s told me several times my libido is like a teenager with the prime difference being I have some control over my urges. That’s the thing, I haven’t had a need to control my urges around her yet. Despite her teasing about my newfound sexuality, she is as insatiable as myself if not more. She claims my “aura” puts her in a ready state at the drop of a hat. Admittingly, in the weeks since our restoration we haven’t had any real need to deny ourselves. I’m surprised she isn’t pregnant yet. Since I learned she loves me to be dominant sexually, she comes easily and quickly. I probe the extent of her sexual submissiveness but the only limit I’ve come across so far is my own. She really does trust me that much.

In our hotel, just before we go out, she’s getting ready. Naked as the day she was born, she flips through her expansive selection of clothes. She holds up several options asking for my opinion. In response, I lower my pants to the floor. When I do, she glances down at my ready manhood biting her bottom lip. I examine two of the dress options. One is a burgundy color and has a high collar and ankle length hem. The other is black but much smaller. Bare on top, it would accent her toned upper body and reveal a generous amount of cleavage. Additionally, it had a slit up the side to her hip. Judging from what was left of the dress, I’m guessing it would form fit her magnificent curves in the most delicious way possible.

Stepping up behind her, I wrap my arms around her and pull her close. Maximizing the contact between our bare bodies. I could feel her heart start to hammer in her chest. Focusing my thoughts on hers, I knew she was thinking about how our bodies were touching. She enjoyed the closeness and feeling that came with our proximity. As a testament to our bond and love, my heart skipped a beat to fall into rhythm with hers. All the pain and tragedy in our lives fell away and paled in comparison to the love and devotion we felt for each other. Everything we needed to endure to reach this point was worth every moment, every sacrifice, every death. This physical phenomenon Lauren brought to my attention not long ago. We rarely followed moments up like this without sex. This time is no different and she was in a mood for something specific.

“Have a seat on the bed” I ordered and stood between her open legs. One of her favorite things was sucking my cock. She playfully referred to it as her oral fixation. She derives a pleasure from it I can’t quite understand but only accept. One of my standing orders is she wouldn’t suck my cock unless I explicitly tell her to do so. This little page out of our growing sexual playbook never fails to push her over the edge of bliss.

I leaned my hips close to her head. My cock only inches from her beautiful face. She licked her red lips and opened her mouth the closer it got. Her arm curled around my leg and she pressed her cheek lovingly against my hip. Her face as close as she could get it without breaking my rules. She kissed my hips at the base of my now throbbing erection without touching the shaft. Denying her from sucking my cock, both aroused and frustrated her. Her free hand went between her legs and she started playing with her smooth slit, now well lubricated.

Pretending to focus on her clothes, I held up the burgundy dress. “I like the way this will look around your neck. We need to find something to decorate that beautiful neck of yours. I’m not sure this is what I like tonight.” I flexed my cock, so it bumped against her lips. Her tongue flicked out and licked the tip. Pulling away slightly I put the dress down and picked up the black dress. She whined when I pulled away but quieted when I returned and placed a hand on her silky blonde locks. Curling her arm around my leg again, she pulled herself tight and broke my rule by slowly kissing the tip of my still throbbing erection. I pull away denying her. Tilting her chin up to look at me, I pretend to be absorbed in my decision about her clothes.

“If there is any dress that will make me hard as a granite countertop and will have me panting to rip it off your delicious body it’s this dress right here. I like this one. What do you think?”

She looked up at me with a “fuck the dress” look. Her fingers moved faster between her legs. She was rapidly bringing herself to a climax with the tease.

Setting the dress aside I sense her approaching climax. “Lauren baby, suck me off.” Sometimes I take control of her orgasms and deny her. Today isn’t that day.

She groaned loudly and grabbed the shaft with one hand, and she parted her lips wide and took me into her hot wet mouth. A mini orgasm washed over her, and she wasted no time pumping my cock with one hand and sucking me at the same time. By now, she knew very well what I liked and knew how to get me off quickly. She went right for the spot below the frenulum. Her target, along with her tongue and hand motions were precisely what she needed to do to make me come at the same time she was getting off. Our mutual orgasms are sometimes a result of her skill rather than my control. It was what I asked for and she eagerly provided.

I learned to be ok with climaxing quickly sometimes. She told me my recovery was inhuman and it wouldn’t be exceptionally long before I was ready to go again. Especially if she was still naked and looking sexy in our post coital bliss. She looked at me with heavy lidded eyes as a thunderous orgasm rocketed up through my member into her eager and accepting mouth.

Truth be told, I didn’t like to remain standing when she was going down on me. As any guy will tell you, having a strong orgasm and remaining on your feet is tricky business. The reason I did it was for the power dynamic. My heavenly soulmate wished that from me and who am I to deny filling her desires as completely as she fills mine. That line of thinking was a slippery slope and it eventually led me to agree to this evening’s outing.

She splayed backward on the bed and half turned as if she were going to put on the dress. I bent over and squeezed the tops of her thighs. “Just a minute darling, let’s forget about that damned dress for a minute. I have a better idea.” Pushing her thighs apart I lowered my head to the sweet folds between her legs.

She giggled, and the giggle turned into a squeal with a slap to the top of my head as I playfully bit the inside of her thigh.

An hour later, finally spending myself through another climax and two or three by her, we finally hopped back into the shower.

She decided I looked best in a snug fit white henley shirt. She felt it contrasted my darker skin and it highlighted my large shoulders and arms along with my narrow waist. We still wore our cartouche but figured we would need to upgrade it at some point. The pants I used to wear were snug fit and didn’t allow much blood flow down below. She insisted on overcoming my earlier fashion choices. The pants I wore now were much looser around the hips and allowed more freedom with my large thighs. The real reason for putting me in the new pants, I learned, there is no hiding erections. You are out for all the world to see in full glory whether you want to or not. Oh, and lastly, I didn’t wear underwear. Normally, a zipper would be a problem but when she threw enough money at it. Voila! No more problem. There was also some manscaping involved but I’ll skip that demeaning detail.

I’m not giving her enough credit. I’m making it seem like she didn’t give me a choice. It was hard to argue with her logic. The choices she made were practical, comfortable, and looked good. After she stroked my dick for a while from the outside of my new pants, I realized how comfortable they were. Fuck it, buy me several pair. I swear, that woman has a superpower to make people smile whether they want to or not.

Tonight’s intent, according to her, wasn’t necessarily to pick up a woman. It was to get me used to not biting off the head of any woman who tries to hit on me. You see, a beautiful woman like Lauren has men and women hitting on her constantly. She is much savvier in her refusals, initially at least. I have a similar problem with women except I am much more abrasive. It isn’t uncommon for me to bring a woman to tears who tries to get flirty after I initially refuse advances. No means fucking no. It’s something I’m told I need to work on.

I have never been to a strip club, ever. I didn’t see the point in torturing myself with the fantasy of a woman you can’t have. Most guys never realize that, and it amazes me. You walk into a strip club and they aren’t going to drop everything just to come home, fuck you, fall in love and live life happily ever after. Some guys just want a fantasy for a night. That’s fine. However, what I’m referring to are the ones who practically live there. They are like a cat chasing a laser pointer.

My viewpoint on this is due to the fact I have a much more pragmatic view on life than most. I say that now of course. Since my recent sexual revival, I feel like the preacher’s son who is finally free to go out and have as much sex as he wants with Lauren serving as my enabler. I’m conscious of this dynamic and I try to steel myself against it. I don’t want to become “that guy” who screws things up with a good thing because I couldn’t keep it in my pants.

Setting aside the intellectual bullshit for a moment. Sex with Lauren is really fucking awesome. Obviously, I have nothing else to compare it to but I can’t imagine a higher level of satisfaction. She fills my needs before I ever realize they are needs.

I’m forbidden from using the word “cunt” EVER again. Lauren overheard me dropping that word in a long vitriolic response to that woman in the bar that fateful night. It was one of the few things she insisted on. In hindsight, the woman I verbally abused didn’t do anything terribly inappropriate, but she couldn’t have picked a worse time. I agreed if I ever see her again, I owe her a very sincere apology. I’m not allowed to ever repeat what I said. To anyone. Ever. When I promised to add more diversity and color to my refusals all I got was an eye roll. What? I’m trying. Baby steps. Bitch isn’t on my no-no list, so I still use that freely. Given this description you could also assume I have a problem with women. No, I love women, but respect is something that flows both ways. Same goes with men. I’m an equal opportunity asshole, progressive thinking, that’s me.

Tonight, for whatever reason, the way she plans to indoctrinate me into the society of polite refusals is by way of, you guessed it. A strip club. God help me.

She called it swanky and I have no earthly idea if that description is good or bad. I didn’t ask but I took her word for it. Swanky to me sounds like you would sit down on a couch and risk a damned needle plunging into your ass.

In hindsight we should have been more discreet. Pulling up in a brand-new Mercedes AMG GTR convertible put eyes on us at once. Turns out it’s her favorite car. She loves her Mercedes. I admit she really looks good in it. That’s easy to say of course because a beautiful blonde can make even the shittiest car look good. Think about it next time you are driving down the freeway and see some eye candy. You’ll rationalize that the 1985 Honda Accord isn’t so bad. Just for the record, I like classic muscle cars. I would rather roll up in a 1968 Shelby GT500 than anything currently manufactured. This is because my stepfather would go on about that car. As a kid, I dreamed I would be able to roll up to his house one day and take the good man for a thrill ride in his favorite car. His dream became my dream.

Parking the car, I walk around and help her out. She swings her legs out but before she takes my hand, she hikes her skirt up quickly to show she isn’t wearing panties. Grinning broadly, she takes my hand and stands up. Staring at me with her beautiful blue eye she loops her arms over my head and leans in for a long kiss. If flashing me didn’t get me started, then the kiss sealed the deal. Pulling her tightly against me she molded her statuesque body against mine. Knowing what she does to me, she even shimmies a little bit against my growing erection.

Here’s my take on the dress situation from earlier. She presented two dresses at the hotel. #1. A modest dress which is nice as a conservative evening gown or #2 the slutty, barely present, revealing number she is currently wearing. My man brain fell right into that trap. She wanted me to think I was choosing it for her. Women are too clever by half but I’m learning. Fool me once.

Standing there together, she allows herself a moment or two to rub my hardening erection and teasing me. “Honey, I really like the feel of your new pants.”

“If you intend to be tossed down on the hood of your new car and that nice dress pulled up to your waist you just keep going.” I warned in a teasing tone.

The word she used once to describe herself is a switch. Meaning, to other women she was dominant and, in some cases, could be with me. Mostly, she enjoyed being submissive and I think what we were doing tonight played into that part of her personality. She wants to see me become more sexually dominant with another woman. There is no way we could do that in reverse, and she assures me having sex with any other man is extremely far from her mind.

Her sapphire blue eyes sparkle with mischief at my suggestion. If pressed, she wouldn’t say no. I waited to see what she would do. Finally, she sighed. “Okay, we can stop. Let’s go inside.” Giving me a few moments to recover we stand by the car and flirt.

“Remember” she lectured “Be nice. These women are just trying to earn a living. Try to have a little fun.” She beamed at me.

“Just so I’m clear” I began “You aren’t going to be upset at women coming on to me? Or me accepting it, or having sex with one?”

“Baby” placing her hand on my cheek “Nothing and no one will ever come between us. Have some faith in us and in me when I tell you I’m not going to be upset. The thought of a woman joining us is big turn on for me. I trust you and whatever decision you make is more than fine. Even if there are other women, I am number one.”

I nodded and kissed her. Turning toward the entrance I noticed a large bouncer outside. He was unabashedly checking out Lauren in her skimpy black dress and Lauren pointedly ignored him while I paid our entrance fee. He asked for her ID and was lingering a little too long with it.

Stepping up to the bouncer. He was big but I was slightly bigger and had two inches on him. Staring at him a long moment I finally asked. “You done with her ID?” Returning my stare, he handed it back without looking at Lauren. “Have a pleasant evening” he said with a sneer.

Lauren’s voice entered my head “Isiah, promise me you won’t kill anyone tonight”

Turning to Lauren, I pulled her chin up for a lingering kiss in front of the obnoxious bouncer. Wrapping my arm around her toned waist it slipped down to squeeze her perfect undulating ass as we walked away. Knowing he was looking at her ass I shot the cock weasel the middle finger. “No promises” I replied to her mental plea.

Inside was a large ornate room with many chairs surrounding a large center stage. Tables and plush chairs scattered around the room with a private VIP area leading out. A smaller stage was toward the rear of the room and to the right of the entrance a bar with bikini clad servers in miniskirts hustling back and forth to the moderately full room. Everything was mostly dark except for the center stage multicolored lights. Music I didn’t recognize was playing and the topless dancer was kneeling bent over backwards in front of a man reaching to place his cash in her G-string.

What struck me right away is the smell of the place. My sense of smell is much improved, and it was an overwhelming scent of sweat, bad perfume, bad cologne, and alcohol. Trying desperately to detune my sense of smell it was a moment before I realized Lauren was leading me to a table with a love seat, a couple of chairs and a table.

A cute blonde server with a pixie haircut and a petite frame came to the table inquiring about our drinks. “May I take your drink order?” she asked in a moderately heavy French accent. “Oui” Lauren replied and instantly started conversing with her in French. I suppose I could have tried to keep up with what Lauren was saying but I didn’t bother. The server looked uncomfortable at whatever Lauren was saying. “I’ll have a beer” I interrupt. “Right away sir” and leaves with our order in a hurry. Arching an inquiring eyebrow Lauren leans in. “She isn’t really French. She just uses the accent to get tips.”

“Does it work?” I ask

She grins at me seductively and replies in a heavy French accent swinging the pitch up and down in a sing song reply. “Amour! Are you asking me if men like French women? You know very well how talented we are with our lips and tongue. Such things are well known.”

I burst out in a laugh. She knows using that accent on me stirs up some heavy memories.

I stare at her seriously a moment after my laughter ends. I tell her “Have I told you today how much I love you? If we go now, I can still make love to you all night.”

Her eyes misted slightly, “I love you too. I know very well you have the stamina to go all night but tonight you made me a promise.”

I sighed and nodded.

Pausing a moment before she asked. “If you were here with just Thomas who would you be talking to?”

I thought about it. “Thomas would already be in the VIP and I would be chatting with the bartender about his military tour.”