Chapter 18: Just a Gigolo

Sue called Gerry with the plans Saturday morning.

“He was okay with Chita?” Gerry asked.

“Immediately.”

“Wow.”

“He thinks I vetted her, but she is sexy.”

“Most definitely.”

They shared a laugh.

“And as far as far less acceptable women...” Sue started.

“Tracy’s pregnant.”

“Congratulations.”

“Thanks.”

“But unfortunately that doesn’t end things.”

“I know.”

“I know a guy who I think would be perfect for her and her for him.”

“Perfect how?”

“No love, just sex, guaranteed, and he’s as good at sex as Joe.”

“Guaranteed?”

“He’s not ready for love, honestly I’m as close to that as he’s prepared to be.”

“You have another boyfriend?”

“Joe knows.”

“And he’s okay with it?”

“He’s not thrilled, but yeah, he’s okay with it. You’re going to be bringing him and his best friend up to Joe’s next weekend.”

“His friend?”

“A woman who he’s known since they were babies. I have another agenda for those two besides broadening Joe’s friends to include a man. But never mind that. Stuart has a thing for escorts.”

“Okay?”

“Like I said, he’s uncomfortable with the whole love thing. He lost what he probably considers his soul mate a few months ago.”

“Lost?”

“She died. He’s also uncomfortable around people, except he loves sex.”

“Like Joe.”

“Similar, but in Stuart’s case, he’s autistic, a classic idiot savant.”

“Of course he’s brilliant,” Gerry chuckled.

“A genius like Joe,” Sue agreed. “I’m thinking it could go one of two ways, both fantasy play in a way since neither actually needs the money. Either Tracy plays the escort or Stuart plays the gigolo. I’m inclined towards the latter.”

“Why?”

“Because she could stipulate he’d get double if he performs well. Perhaps they could exchange roles in the future once she realizes what a great lover he is.”

“He is?”

“Like I said, as good as Joe. I’d say his cunnilingus is even better which should go a long way to convince her.”

“What if she decides to peg him?”

“Shit, I forgot about that. You think she’ll still need that?”

“She hasn’t been like that with me since Joe.”

“Maybe we could make it a dildo free zone, and Stuart can handle just getting fingered hard. I’ll have to talk to him about it.”

“And it’ll be just sex?”

“It’s not in either of their psyches to be anything else.”

“What do you mean. Never mind, I know exactly what you mean,” Gerry sighed

“Sorry.”

“No, you’re right. Tracy’s a bit narcissistic, and who could blame her,” Gerry chuckled. “In a way we’re in awe of each other, her beauty and my mechanical ability, but we do mesh, both at work and in bed, cuddling. Sex is about just getting each other off, which is fine, but after its sharing our life.”

“When we get there, I’ll bring Tracy with me to shop while you and Joe and Chita get creative with the bus. I’ll let her know on the way the plan if Stuart’s agreeable.”

“If Tracy isn’t?”

“We’ll see. I hope she is.”

“Me too.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. Best of bad possibilities.”

“Yeah.”

When Sue set down Gerry’s helicopter, Tracy waited for them. After being introduced to Chita, Tracy found herself pulled to Sue’s car.

“Where are we going?” the beautiful blonde asked.

“Shopping.” Sue opened the passenger door and gestured for Tracy to get in.

“I’d like to talk to Joe.”

“He’ll be busy. Please get in.”

With a sigh, Tracy did. “I never liked this car much.”

“I love it,” Sue grinned from the driver’s seat.

Once on the road, Sue started, “I want to be honest with you.”

“Why wouldn’t you?”

“Feelings? By the way, congratulations on your pregnancy.”

“Thanks.” Tracy automatically rubbed her belly.

“Joe doesn’t want to be with you anymore.”

“You’re jealous!”

Sue laughed. “The woman you met? She’s also Joe’s lover as of last night.”

“And you get to fuck her too.”

“Touché,” Sue nodded.

“You slapped me.”

“You think because I was jealous?”

“Why else?”

“You know about Joe’s phobia.”

“Of course.”

“It’s why you two had to get to know each other.”

“Because I had to get used to him. You know my history.”

“You didn’t get that he was uncomfortable with you as well?”

“Because he made me nervous.”

“That too, but he had to be okay with being with you, too.”

“Because he’s a sweet man. He cares.”

“He does, and because of that he had to somehow make love to you despite his phobia.”

Tracy laughed. “I know what I look like. If I didn’t, I just see how people stare at me.”

“Fuck! You really are a narcissist. I slapped you because you fucking raped my boyfriend! And he never fucking got over it! And I could tell he couldn’t wait for you to leave when I arrived! I slapped you because you made my boyfriend suffer and didn’t even care!”

“He did get over it! He accepted my apology! And then he made love to me! Repeatedly!”

“I know, and I wish he fucking kicked you out right away! But he did what he did for you, and more importantly for Gerry, because he does fucking care! He knew you needed to be loved gently and caringly by a man to help undue the twisted shit your family did to you! To help undue that pain! But you don’t care that it hurt him! You didn’t even notice!”

“He got to fuck me! Not...”

“Not what? Some lesser beauty like me? Or some supposedly unattractive woman like your wife?”

“I love Geraldine.”

“Because she worships you.”

“I ... worship her too.”

“I know.”

“You do?”

“Of course. Bottom line, whether you believe I pushed him away from you or the truth that he’s too uncomfortable with you to fuck you, his phobia, his extreme sensitivity, preventing it, if you want to keep being fucked by man in a way you enjoy the way you did with Joe, it’s going to have to be someone else.”

“And you know someone?”

“I do. We’re heading to his house now.”

“If this is revenge, Gerry won’t like it, and she can turn Joe against you.”

“If it were I wouldn’t blame her. I respect Gerry too much to hurt her wife.”

“Gerry knows?”

“She does. She knows Joe suffered too.”

“She might have warned me. It didn’t make sense.”

“Of course not, Goddess,” Sue chuckled.

“What’s he like?”

“Stuart? He’s my height, on the skinny side and cute. And he’s got a dong you won’t believe.”

“Meaning?”

“Ten inches long at least, and he knows how to use it. His tongue as well, equal or better than Joe and maybe even Gerry.”

“You’ve fucked him!”

“And now you get your revenge, the goddess over the blah redhead.”

“You’re not blah.”

“Compared to you?”

“Even compared to me.”

The two laughed which relaxed Sue.

“Okay,” Sue began. “This is how it’s going to go, a bit of role playing, but I think it will be necessary. You up to it?”

“I’ve never done that, but I suppose I can try.”

“It’ll be fun. Normally Stuart prefers escorts. I actually played one until I insisted we kiss and things got more intimate, but that’s not the point. The point is, he prefers things not to get that intimate.”

“No kissing?”

“I guess it’s up to him or you.”

“As long as he kisses other places,” Tracy smirked.

“That’s actually good.”

“Jealous?”

“I think it’s obvious I’m not the jealous type.”

“Sorry. Please go on.”

“No kissing means no real emotional intimacy which I think you both prefer.” Sue watched Tracy nod. “Anyway, I figured we reverse things. Instead of you being the escort, he’ll be the gigolo.”

“As if... , “ Tracy chuckled. “Never mind.”

“Role playing,” Sue reminded her. “The point is you’re hiring him, so you’re in charge. You tell him what to do.”

“What if I want him to be creative? I don’t have much experience with men.”

“Then keep it simple. Things like gentle or slow down or speed up or harder or whatever.”

“I can work with that,” Tracy giggled.

“The point is at the start, maybe you are in charge, having him on his back on the bed so you can suck him and sit on his face and then fuck him, female superior, like that. After, maybe let him get control.”

“Okay.”

“You make an arrangement at the start. You pay him his price and tell him you’ll double it if he satisfies you.”

“Double it. So it’s all about me and my pleasure.”

“No doubt he’ll manage to be pleasured too.”

“No doubt,” Tracy giggled.

Stuart played his part immediately, greeting them at the door. “Which one am I fucking?”

“That would be me. She’s my...”

“Pimp. You can join us if you want.”

“No thanks,” Sue replied, both shocked and impressed.

“Too bad. Come in. Make yourself at home...”

“Laura.”

“Laura. Let’s get you upstairs ... Belle I presume?”

“That’ll do,” Tracy giggled. “First, I have your money.”

“Upstairs.”

“But... , “

“Let her talk Mister Stud,” Sue advised.

“Thank you ... uhm Laura. I have your money as you wanted, but I’ll double it if you satisfy me thoroughly.”

“A generous wager,” Stuart grinned. “And I promise you I will be rewarded.”

Sue had to admit Stuart looked good dressed to the nines in a fine suit and tie. She could see his cock already pressing out his pants significantly and imagined Tracy did as well.

She realized his plans and that he would of course be clever about it. She’d told him everything about Tracy’s situation, and he immediately had shucked off any kindness, going for bluntness instead, skirting that troublesome turn from close familial relationship to rapist which Joe had failed to do.

She wondered about the pegging, which made him laugh when she told him. It seems one of his first sexual relationships had been gay. He liked the intensity of it, including being penetrated, and the impersonality. He concluded, because of whom he mostly fantasized about, and then his love for Angie and the sex involved, that he was mostly heterosexual, and hadn’t pursued any male to male sex since her. But pegging wouldn’t be a problem.

The grunts and groans she heard sounded like pegging had been accepted, and the loudness suggested Stuart had left the door open. Knowing how she’d respond, she removed her pants and panties and her bra through her shirt hole and went upstairs.

Indeed Stuart was being pegged, a weirdly determined look on Tracy’s face, the dildo looking to be long but at least on the narrow side

“Cumming,” he moaned, his hands slippery on his endless cock from the shine it had, and that seemed to wake her up. She pulled out, undid the harness and tossed it aside. “Turn over,” she requested quietly and when he did, his cock still spurting, she took hold of it and pulled, pumping out the remainder of his jism, the last tasted by her, and she tasted the lube he’d used as well.

“Flavored?” she asked.

“A favorite,” he smiled. “Turn around and sit on my face so I can taste you too.”

“You okay?”

“Never better. Bring that cunt to me.”

Her sigh sounded like relief, the next sound coming out was a moan when she did as ordered. Amazingly her squeezes and sucks kept him from going flaccid and built him to hardness again after a couple minutes. About then, she lifted her mouth and groaned deeply, shivering. He handed her a condom already out of its package. When she rolled it on, he warned her, “Go slowly, Belle.”

His eyes caught Sue’s and he smiled at her. He faced her while Sue saw only Tracy’s backside. Using the visual contact as permission to move further in let her see more of Tracy’s beauty. She sat on a chair beside the bed, probably meant for her, removed her shirt and masturbated. She might not have permission to fuck Tracy, but she’d already watched though not in real time like this.

Tracy took Stuart’s warning seriously, sinking slowly down before lifting again, watching that endless cock disappear and reappear studiously and with no little wonder. Eventually that cock hit bottom with a two inches or so to spare. “Ooh,” she reacted.

He grinned at her and shifted things, pulling her torso lower to bring her smallish but perky tits to his mouth, first one and then the other, his hands taking hold of her perfect oblong ass, guiding the fuck from then until her movements demanded swiftness, and the angle he’d created, his legs up against that ass and her somewhat forward, allowed for her to take control, or a semblance of it since her movements became more and more erratic, without any bounces that might hurt her cervix. One of his hands remained on her ass, the middle finger boldly penetrating the hole there, while the other slipped between them, letting her brush her clit against it as she slid back and forward rather than posting up and down. She stiffened and wailed her climax.

“Hold on to me Belle,” Stuart ordered, and when she did, he flipped them over, measured where the cervix limited him, and fucked her, her legs high and his thrusts scraping high inside her cunt. Like he did with Sue, he seemed to find the perfect pressure on her nipples. He kept a medium fast speed unless she approached another orgasm, speeding through it and then slowing down until he rushed to his own conclusion, bringing her right along with him.

“You won your reward,” she murmured.

“We’re not done yet, Belle.”

“No?”

“No.”

He slid out of her, boldly handed Sue the used condom, Tracy finally noticing her. “Be right back,” Sue said, racing off to get rid of the condom and racing back, watching Stuart attach his mouth to Tracy’s pussy.

“Oh shit,” Tracy reacted.

Sue couldn’t help sliding under Stuart and grabbing his flaccid penis and sucking it. She watched Stuart thrust his fingers into Tracy, a couple aimed high for the g spot. “Just a second,” he said, pulling away from Sue’s mouth and coating his cock, flavoring it with Tracy’s natural lubricant. It wasn’t much, just a hint really, but Sue appreciated the gesture.

He got hard via her work and the enjoyment of his work on Tracy, but the cunnilingus continued as Sue expected it would, teasing Tracy close a couple times. When Tracy pleaded, he ordered, “On your front, Belle,” and she obeyed. Amazingly he already had the condom ready when Sue moved off him. “Want to guide me in?” he asked.

“No touching Belle,” she told him, moving back to the chair.

She watched the long fuck, amazed at Stuart’s precision, never going too deep to hurt Tracy, while masturbating. She’d cum earlier, just before Stuart handed off the condom, and she came again about when he would do it again, but this time he just kissed Tracy’s well fucked twat and walked out.

“I can’t move,” Tracy moaned.

“You better. We still need to go shopping.”

Tracy settled on her side. “That was...”

“I know. Just once a month. Promise.”

“I promise,” Tracy sighed.

“Good girl.”

“It’ll take a month to recover.”

They laughed.

Stuart returned wearing boxers and a t shirt, his usual uniform when they worked. He looked at Sue pleadingly. “You can kiss me,” she chuckled.

“I’d rather fuck you.”

“Still?” Tracy asked.

“Stuart’s priapic,” Sue explained before standing and kissing him.

“It just gets hard around hot women,” Stuart argued. “Shower’s free.”

“Speaking of free,” said Tracy staggering out of bed and finding the second envelope in her purse. “Your just deserved reward.”

“A pleasure, Belle.”

“It’s Tracy.”

“I know, but do you mind being called Belle? Seems more appropriate.”

“No. Our code names. What should I call you?”

“Perhaps John next month?”

Tracy laughed. “Join me?” she asked Sue.

“Fuck it,” Sue decided.

“I wish,” Stuart muttered.

“Be good.”

“Sorry.”

She kissed his cheek and nodded.

In the bathroom showering together, washing each other, Tracy murmured, “Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

“You really have an amazing body.”

“Just a shower, okay? I promised Gerry.”

“I wouldn’t have the energy anyway.”

Sue chuckled.

They enjoyed the intimate touch of the other’s body, albeit mostly with the washcloth between fingers and flesh, but kept it aesthetic and sensual and chaste as much as they could.

They heard the clacking of the typewriter when they exited the bathroom, Tracy heading to the bedroom to get dressed and Sue opened the study door. “Inspired?” she asked.

“If you’re still naked please leave,” he muttered, still typing, facing away from her.

“I left most of my clothes downstairs. You were perfect by the way.”

“Thanks.”

“I’ll go.”

He swiveled his chair. “Wait.” He patted his lap. She sat. “Fucking Tracy just reminded me how much I’d rather fuck you.”

“She was fun though.”

“She was,” Stuart admitted. “It’s great seeing you before I get to see you.”

“Me too,” she grinned and kissed him lightly on the mouth. “I should go.”

“See you Susan,” he sighed, and before she left, he said, “You’re more beautiful.”

“Don’t tell her that, even if she won’t believe you.”

“I won’t,” he chuckled, watching her leave.

Collecting her shirt from the bedroom, she headed down to dress where Tracy waited. “Up for shopping?” Sue asked while getting dressed.

“Always.”

“Even instruments?”

“Maybe if there’s a lingerie store around...”

“A treat for Gerry?”

“Yep.”

“I’ll drop you off.”

It turned out the music store that had all the equipment, free standing, was close to a fancy mall. Sue dropped Tracy off and headed to the store. Two of everything was a weird order, but the store was prepared, Chita having called that morning. It didn’t take long to purchase everything, and staff helped fill Hoss to the brim with equipment. It seemed to have unexpected room, which had been part of its charm.

Sue headed back to the mall and found Tracy as expected in the lingerie store. Fascinated by how folks reacted to a goddess in their presence, Sue observed eyes from both sexes gaze at Tracy and the absolute servitude of the staff, one of whom, and they were all female, looked to want to join her in the changing room. It made her wonder about the difference between absolute beauty and some movie star. Would people be more careful around someone officially used to being gawked at, part of fame, and be cooler than the way they gawked at Tracy?

With a smirk, Sue did what the clerk wanted to do and barged right into the room she’d seen Tracy enter. “Need help?” she asked.

Halted from removing her shirt, Tracy turned to her. “Oh it’s you.”

“Did I startle you?”

“I swear that girl wanted to follow me in,” Tracy giggled, removing the shirt.

“I noticed,” Sue chuckled, unhooking Tracy’s bra.

“Thanks. Are you going to shop here?” She slipped on a baby blue baby doll nightie.

“I was thinking about it. You should take off your pants to get the full affect.”

“I should,” Tracy agreed, sitting.

“Let me,” Sue offered and removed Tracy’s shoes, letting Tracy peel off the pants. Standing, Tracy studied herself in the mirror. “Gerry likes you sexy feminine?” Sue asked.

“Yeah.”

“She’ll definitely like this.”

The transparent fabric made Tracy’s tits fairly obvious.

“It comes with panties, but why get things in the way?” Tracy giggled.

“Let’s see.” Tracy stripped off her panties. “Definitely,” Sue nodded.

“Right? I saw some things that would look sexy on you.”

“You going to get anything else?”

“Bras and panties. Yeah, this will work. But let’s shop for you first.”

“Sure.”

Tracy stripped off the nightie. Her body may have been more tantalizing with the gauzy material over it, but Sue preferred her naked.

“You really are a temptation, Trace,” Sue admitted.

“And you aren’t?” Tracy giggled. “But we’re going to be good for Geraldine.”

“For Gerry,” Sue agreed.

“But I’m going to be here being tempted when you see the full effect of your sexy outfit.”

“Fair’s fair.”

They both giggled.

Dressed, nightie in hand, which got handed off to the subservient clerk waiting just outside the dressing room, Tracy followed Sue out of it. “I’m definitely getting that,” she told her temporary slave. “Head to the right, Sue.”

Sue did as asked, letting Tracy pass her. It didn’t surprise her that Tracy chose green, and she had to agree that the nightie would work for her voluptuous body: crimped fabric below her breasts and a flared out skirt for her ass. Tracy lifted it against her. “The green’s not quite right. Your eyes are more sea green.”

“This is more grass green,” Sue agreed. “It’s what I usually get though.”

“Something like this in teal?” Tracy asked her servant.

“I can check,” the woman responded doubtfully.

“Maybe a see through robe?” Sue tried.

“Okay. You’re a...”

“36C.”

While the clerk went through the inventory, Sue shrugged. “Teal’s kind of loud.”

“So?” Tracy giggled. “It’s all about getting noticed, right?”

“What’s underneath mostly. But that’s probably why you don’t see the color as much.”

“It’s not like chartreuse,” Tracy wrinkled her nose.

“True,” Sue chuckled. “You said you wanted panties and bras. I think I’ll look for some too.”

Shopping side by side, Tracy going for French cut panties and similarly simple bras while Sue decided to be more adventurous, thongs and boy shorts, white red and black, though a lacy light green bra and panties set took her eye and she grabbed them up, they chatted.

“So how does it work with Stuart and Joe?” Tracy asked.

“Stuart during weekdays and Joe on the weekends.”

“And that works?”

“I actually work for Stuart. We do a little fantasy play about him fucking his secretary. But mostly it’s because of Joe being essentially stuck at his house. I’d just as soon be with him, maybe playing with girls like I am with Chita, especially with Joe, but because I don’t want to be trapped in what is his trap because of his condition, wanting that bit of freedom, makes Stuart available.”

“And it doesn’t hurt that Stuart is ... endowed,” Tracy giggled.

“And knows how to use it. No it doesn’t. But that’s essentially why. To be Joe’s girlfriend, and that’s what I am and couldn’t be happier about it, I need my freedom, especially since I escaped the trap of the house I grew up in. Joe knows that and accepts that we’re not going to be monogamous anytime soon.”

“So Stuart isn’t serious.”

“As much as he and I can be with each other. He has his issues and I have Joe.”

“Stuart’s issues have something to do with our role playing.”

“Exactly. It’s a shock how intimate we’ve gotten. Stuart didn’t really want or expect it. He likes sex, but wasn’t ready for any real intimacy that might surround it. I changed that, and we’ve got as close as either of us can allow. I do consider him my second boyfriend in all that implies, including rank.”

“I enjoyed it with Stuart more than Joe,” Tracy confessed.

“I thought you might.”

“Do you think... ?”

“Do you like having sex with Gerry?”

“Yes. Fuck yes! I’m thinking about getting her a longer dildo,” Tracy giggled.

“Why? You don’t get how careful Stuart had to be with you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean it felt really intense when he pressed against your cervix, right?”

“It was.”

“Well ... Gerry won’t be able to tell she’s hit it and ... she’d hurt you.”

“Oh.”

“Because of that super long cock, Stuart always has to be careful.”

“Oh.”

“Yes. Oh.”

They’d gotten more stares, and not just because of Tracy being a goddess.

Sue sighed. “Talk to Gerry about it.”

“About?”

“You seeing Stuart more often. It’s not like I have to be a mind reader.”

“Would Stuart... ?”

“Stuart loves sex and you’re a fucking goddess, what do you think?”

“You’re jealous.”

“Fuck you. This has nothing to do with me or even Stuart. This has to do with you and Gerry.”

That ended the conversation. Luckily not long after, Tracy’s slave came up with the perfect combination of bra, panties and robe, all in transparent fabric, in teal, more on the green side which matched Sue’s eyes like nothing had before.

“Yes!” Sue smiled.

“You want to try it on?” the woman asked.

“36C?”

“Yes.”

“It’ll be fine.”

“I’ll put it with the baby doll.”

“I’m ready. Keep it separate.”

“Okay.”

Sue followed the clerk to the sales desk carrying her several finds. No reason to edit them down.

Tracy arrived with far less items about when Sue’s transaction finished and the clerk bagged her stuff. The clerk started on them soon after.

“I’ll talk to Gerry,” Tracy murmured about halfway through.

“You do that.”

“Maybe I could get Stuart’s number?”

“Only Gerry gets it.”

“Fine,” Tracy muttered, bitch implied. Sue’s glare had the same word unsaid.

They drove to Tracy’s and Gerry’s home in silence.

The only thing said before Tracy exited the car, was Sue telling her, “I hate that Gerry’s going to hate me for this.”

Grabbing her bag, Tracy headed to her house in a huff.

Chita slipped into the emptied passenger seat, smiling. “What’s the plan, Red? Hey, what’s wrong?”

“Fucking Tracy,” Sue grumbled.

“Fuck that bitch.”

Sue couldn’t help laughing. “I take it her name came up.”

“A bit. What did she do this time?”

“I thought it would be perfect. The priapic idiot savant and the narcissist goddess. Turned out to be too perfect.”

“Yeah. Gerry worried about that. Tracy isn’t stupid enough to want to move in with Stuart?”

“It’s not that, and that would definitely never work. I was hoping for something like what Donna has with Joe except more often I guess. Once a month instead of once every few months. But...”

“The bitch is too greedy for that.”

“I didn’t ask, but I’m betting once a week.”

“I think Gerry would be okay with that.”

“You think so?”

“I do. I made it clear that Stuart doesn’t get into that lovey dovey stuff, in fact avoids it, except for you I guess.”

“Because...”

“You’re deep.”

They laughed.

“That sums it up,” Sue agreed.

“Deep cunt and deep mind.”

“Yeah.”

“Neither of which Tracy has I take it.”

“Nope.”

“So don’t worry about it. I think Gerry always knew what she was getting into with the bitch.”

“It’s not a new problem for her.”

“It’s not, but it’s not going to be the usual solution either. She’s not going to kick her out for batting for the other side, and will do what needs to be done to keep the bitch with her.”

“By loving her.”

“And apparently being loved in return. As far as sex, it doesn’t sound quite like a fair exchange.”

“The bitch is more interested in getting off than getting Gerry off.”

“Yeah, but sex isn’t everything I guess.”

They gazed into each other’s eyes and smiled. “I guess not,” said Sue. “You know...”

“Yeah, me too. So here’s the plan...”

Sue chuckled. “I thought you asked for my plan.”

“Just making conversation, Red. But any objections...”

“No, go ahead.”

“So we’ll drop off the stuff that stays here at my place.”

“I was going to bring one of the keyboards to Donna’s.”

“Except you’re moving out like on Monday.”

“You’re right. Makes sense.”

“You want to pop open the hatch?” Joe asked, leaning into the passenger window. “So we’re taking...”

“I bought two of everything,” Sue shrugged.

“So one of everything,” Joe chuckled.

“You guys sit,” said Gerry, opening the back door.

“I’ll keep that,” Sue said, grabbing the lingerie bag from behind Chita’s seat and putting it in her lap.

“I thought I’d follow you over to the JAS building once we drop the stuff off at my place,” Chita continued from before.

“The Enterprise Building.”

“Don’t be pedantic.”

“Sorry. But I could just drop you at home.”

“Tell me what you like to do after a glorious weekend with lover boy?”

“But I could just stay with you?”

“Honestly I like my time too.”

“You got that about me?”

“Remember our phone conversation on Sunday?”

“The one where I decided against phone sex? How could you ever think you’re not smart?”

“I guess I’m smarter than I look.”

“Impossible.”

“What’s that mean?” Chita asked, purely curious.

“Because you’re brilliant inside and out!”

“Don’t get cheesy on me, Red,” Chita smirked.

“Sorry,” Sue chuckled. “You’re right. Sunday and Monday to decompose.”

“Before fucking the rest of the week.”

“Seems like.”