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Bold Moves |
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By Margo Perry
Limo driver, Max Johnston, felt like the late-great-trumpeting Miles, Cool & Collected. Last night, he’d looked at the sky, listened to the weather reports and, despite his clients’ chagrin, changed their pick-up time from nine to eight. This morning had been one long, slow, slippery ride. He peered through his prescription shades, but there was no hint of a sun even trying to peep through the morning gloom.
No biggie.
“Good call, Max,” Junior Burns piped up from the back seat. “We would have been screwed, if you’d ’ve listened to us. Thanks, man.”
He’s happy now, but last night he called you an overly-cautious asshole.
Max chuckled as he eased his car into the lane leading to the airport’s passenger drop-off lot. He ignored the horn-punchy anxiety of the drivers around him, delighting instead in the raindrops, tender as dew, as they drizzled through the muted beams of his headlights. He reached toward the dashboard, pressed PLAY, and waited for Béla Fleck and Chick Corea to send pure enchantment sweetly through the sound system.
“I don’t care. Play whatever you like,” Jack Burns had said, as soon as he’d settled into the limo.
For Max, that permission slip was better than a tip.
At some point during Spectacle, their musical coupling became so immediate that banjo plus piano equalled some greater other. Their instruments were one, refusing to be abstracted and Max couldn’t stop grinning.
When the piece was over, he hit STOP, luxuriating in the ensuing silence that honoured every note he’d heard.
“I’m going to practice that piece until I can play along with those guys,” he promised himself, ever grateful for the limo gig that afforded him the time to do so. “Yeah!”
Ready for a musical surprise, he had started to reach for the random play button, when he heard her name whispered urgently from the back seat. His hand froze mid-reach.
Elizabeth Carleton
He shut off the CD and dedicated himself to eavesdropping.
“I’m not asking you to give up this woman, I’m telling you to! Remember our motto: Respice Finem! Keep the end in view. We each have our jobs. Yours is to marry Elizabeth Carleton and become the Governor’s son-in-law. Mine is to clear the way for your successful mayoral bid. Now, don’t screw up, boy!”
“I won’t, Papa. Relax. Nobody knows about T. J. and me and I’m gonna’ keep it that way!”
“Not if you do stupid things like you’re doing today. She’s vital to my plan and I don’t appreciate your flitting around, flaunting a connection to us. Smarten up, Son. There’s a whole lot at stake here.”
“I told you. T. J. refused to have the operation unless I took her and stayed with her. What was I supposed to do?”
“Stop whining, for a start. Remember, we’re mounting an uphill battle. You might be dating Elizabeth, but you’re not the Governor’s choice. He’s backing Walter Branston. But that’s my problem. I’ll expect you back after the weekend, ready to ask Elizabeth Carleton to marry you. That’s it. Don’t disappoint!”
What’s going on with these people? Junior’s fucking around and daddy knows it! Elizabeth deserves more, much more!
An agitated Max stepped too hard on the break and the car lurched to a stop.
“Sorry,” he said, slipping his cell phone into his pocket before climbing out to unload Junior’s bag.
Some instinct had set his mind on red alert. Something was going down and Elizabeth was in the middle of it. Max knew one thing for sure: He would never sit idly by while Elizabeth was being used and abused. Undercover behind his open trunk, Max slipped his phone from his pocket and began filming.
“Have a good flight,” Jack Burns said, gathering his son in a bear hug, “and put an end to this affair. Neither of us can afford it!”
“I will, Papa,” Junior answered.
Max noted that they were both large and muscular men, too beefy to be handsome, but impressive. Jack looked like he could wrestle a bear to the ground with his bare hands and Junior seemed like he’d be happy to watch.
Just then a woman flew in from the wings, high heels clicking, her short skirt and breast-revealing blouse demanding a primal sexual response from every sighted male around. Max was no exception as her bounty of breast flesh bounced and jiggled onto his screen, projecting his cock to life. She threw herself into Junior’s arms, breasts and hips grinding into him, her mouth open, her tongue describing a kiss that would make a courtesan blush. Junior held on tight, rosy-cheeked with lust, pressing his meaty and obviously responding cock into her pussy.
Why is she familiar?
“Cease and desist!” Jack thundered, putting an end to the pornographic display. “Why did I accompany you all the way out here, Junior? Talking to you is like talking to my dining room table - a fucking waste of time.”
“Sorry,” Junior said.
Max couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He felt invisible, a man unseen filming real life. He kept the camera running.
“Now act like you’ve got some sense,” Jack snorted.
“I’m sorry, Jack, don’t take it out on Junior,” T. J. said. “It’s my fault. I didn’t mean to cause any problems. I didn’t mean to fall in . . .”
“Keep out of this. I’ll deal with you later!”
That voice. I’ve heard T. J. before. I’ve seen her. But where?
Junior and T. J. walked away, maintaining an awkward distance between them. “Take care of business!” Jack shouted after them. And Max caught it all. In living colour.
He slipped his phone back in his pocket, positioned himself beside the limo, and opened the door for Jack Burns.
“Drop me at the train station. I’m meeting the wife and a few friends for some fun in the country.”
“No problem, Max answered.
If Jack’s hearty guffaw was any indication, he was off to party, party, party.
Good for you, Jacko, but what about your son? More importantly, what about Elizabeth?
The rain had stopped, leaving a slick road surface that made some drivers edgy and unpredictable, others reckless. Max focussed on the road, the road and Elizabeth.
When are you going to admit how you really feel about that girl?
Max hated when that inner voice started on the theme of Elizabeth. Max knew his comfort level and was afraid that a relationship with the Governor’s daughter would be much too rich and restrictive for his blood.
You’d better make like the lion, hurry off to Oz, and get you some balls!
Max hummed an end to the unpleasant conversation he was having with his self, dropped Mr. Burns off at the bank, and immediately called Elizabeth.
“I have some free time. Wanna’ come down to my place and play some music?”
“You’re a lifesaver. I just had my weekend cancelled. Damn that Jack! He’s roped Junior into some out of town emergency. I don’t even know what it is! Sometimes I wonder what I’m getting myself into.”
More than you know.
“Come on down. We’ll go somewhere for lunch.”
“You got it, Maxi-Mine.”
“See you,” Max said, trying but failing to ignore the rush of excitement he’d felt at being called her ‘Maxi-Mine’.
When Max got home, Elizabeth was sitting on his porch steps, perched atop a huge basket. She jumped up, ran to him, and gave him a big hug. Max held her close, overwhelmed by the incredible magnetism that relentlessly drew them together.
Make up your mind. Is she your student or your girl?
Max pulled away, holding her at arm’s length. He cursed his rigid cock and tingling balls for contradicting his good intentions. “Let’s go in,” he said.
“No, let’s go for a walk along the beach. One of my favourite spots is just down the way and I want to share it with you. I’ve brought lunch.”
She got up, kicked off her shoes, passed Max the basket and was off, meandering down the grassy path toward the beach front. Max watched her. She reminded him of a young Elizabeth Taylor, only taller and with a little more meat. He loved her soft curves and the way her ultra-large breasts promoted her femaleness, extending themselves into a most impressive shelf, over which her river of cleavage ran on and on. She was all woman. Max stepped out of his loafers, pulled off his socks and tossed them back towards the steps. He rushed to catch up, drawing closer and closer to the wide hips and high, firm ass cheeks that so turned him on. He could feel himself relax as damp grass and tiny pebbles massaged his feet. Max suddenly realized that he was very happy.
They walked quietly along the shore, their spirits lightened by the sound of gentle waves breaking over the shore. A seagull swooped, flapping glorious wings and squawking its freedom through the air. Elizabeth stooped to run her hands through the cooling seawaters. She smiled as she sucked salt water from her dripping fingers.
“Want some?”
“No thanks,” Max said.
Liar! Why did you say that? You know you want to suck those fingers.
“We’re almost here,” she said. “Follow me.”
Elizabeth waded into the water, climbed up and over some rocks and dropped from sight. Max followed and found himself in a rock enclosed cathedral, a semi-circular chamber with an open door to the sea. All dark clouds had disappeared. Sunlight shimmered on the water and a warm breeze teased their skin. Elizabeth took two beach towels from her basket and spread them.
“You’ve thought of everything,” Max said.
“Not quite,” she said, gazing out to sea. “Bathing suits would be nice.”
She poured wine into plastic glasses which she ground to stand steady in the sand. She set out a bowl of potato salad and a plate of fried chicken.
“Oven baked fried chicken without the skin,” she announced proudly. “I love to cook. I should make you dinner some time.”
Max watched her, his mouth dry, as involuntary erotic currents raged through his body. He felt vulnerable without his piano and critical faculties placed squarely between them. There was no lesson plan. Only a lovely woman in charge; of what? He didn’t know.
“To a lovely afternoon,” Elizabeth said, clicking plastic and sipping wine. She pulled a golden case from her basket and lit a joint, taking a deep drag. She passed it to Max.
This was a first, but he accepted it, took a drag, and passed it back. He wasn’t going to ‘no thanks’ himself out of anymore of her proffered pleasures.
“I think I’m in trouble.” Elizabeth spoke so quietly that Max had to strain to hear. “I have no idea how I’ve managed to become almost engaged to Junior Burns. I’ve known him most of my life. Both our families were there for our college graduation ceremonies, and all of a sudden we were an item. We started dating, but there was no sign of passion. Not of the marrying kind.”
“Just the affair kind?” Max asked.
“Not even that,” Elizabeth said. “More the buddy kind. We’ve kissed, but he doesn’t seem anymore interested than I am. I was about to discuss the situation with my dad when you called.”
“I’m sorry. You should have stayed and talked to the Governor.”
“No, it wasn’t the time. Walter Branston, my dad’s best friend, dropped by. They were whispering and my dad got really upset. Walter is like family. I even call him Uncle Walter. I wonder what his problem is?” Elizabeth stared back out at sea. “As for me, I’ll never know how I got so involved with Junior Burns in the first place.”
Because they made it happen. Bastards!
“I need a swim,” Elizabeth said, passing her joint to Max. “Helps me think.”
She stepped out of her long summer skirt and pulled her tank top over her head. She stood strong, her massive breasts and deep cleavage framed by the black lace of her bra. Her high-cut bikini panties accentuated the length and strength of her long legs. Max groaned before he could stop himself and Elizabeth ran, laughing, into the sea.
She was a strong swimmer and Max watched her grow smaller and smaller as she swam away from him toward the horizon. He watched her giant balloons bob, as she turned on her back to float awhile. His balls were tingling and warm electric currents surged through his cock, building a case for a giant and needy hard-on.
What a fool Junior Burns was. A perfect fool. Max didn’t want to show Elizabeth the video of her fiancé lip-locking T. J. because he didn’t want to cause her pain. He felt hopeful that she would be able to figure things out on her own.
He took another drag of the joint and put it out. His day was perfect. All he wanted was to lay back and stroke his cock. Stroke his cock and imagine it deep inside Elizabeth’s hot, wet pussy. Later, he promised his cock. Later.
He closed his eyes.
“Penny for your thoughts.”
Max opened his eyes to the vision of a sea goddess. Water dripped from her long dark hair to run down her warm creamy skin.
“You look so . . ..,” she couldn’t seem to find the word she wanted.
“Ridiculous! Lying on a beach in my limo driver uniform,” Max said.
“Not what I was looking for. Yummy, that’s the word. You look yummy. Edible.”
Max laughed. “Now you’re teasing an old man.”
“Old man? You’re thirty-five and I’m twenty-seven. Same ballpark. Did you mean to call me an old lady?”
“I certainly did not. But, I am your teacher and we’ve got to respect that.”
Elizabeth dropped to her knees and stretched sideways, gazing at Max.
“Why don’t you like me like a girlfriend?”
“Because I don’t like messes. And for me to get involved with the Governor’s daughter who is almost betrothed to the banker’s son would be insane. Besides, I don’t want to be anywhere near some of the company you keep.”
“Everybody loves my dad, so that just leaves Jack and Junior. Why don’t you like them?” Max took a deep breath, but said nothing. “Mind you, I’m just thinking that I don’t much like them either. What have I gotten myself into? And how am I going to get out?”
Max took a sip of his drink.
“Your hand is shaking, Max.”
Elizabeth took Max’s hand and began to lick and nibble. She kissed and stroked each finger separately, sending shivers of pleasure up and down Max’s spine. “I need you Max. I’ve wanted you since the first time I heard you play and that was years ago.”
This woman was hot jazz at midnight, born to make a man ache with desire. And Max was aching. “Stop!” he said.
He retracted his hand and scrambled to his feet. His cock stood lewdly at attention and he blushed purple beneath his usually cool skin.
“Not so fast,” Elizabeth said, jumping up.
She caught him as he began to climb the first crag, pulling him back, her arms tight around his waist. She pinned him against the rock, holding him with one arm while massaging his cock with the other. “Oh, yes,” she said, rubbing her gargantuan breasts over his back, unzipping him and freeing his quivering cock. She wet her hand with her own saliva, cupping its warmth over his now bucking manhood. “Tell me to stop now. I dare you!”
She loosened her grasp enough to turn him into her. She moved a hand to his ass and began to knead. His cock rubbed and pushed against her pussy. She tilted her pelvis, using his hard cock to massage her clit, desperately like any lonely, deprived woman needing to have her pussy filled. She played her tongue over her lips, a slow and deliberate dance of flesh meeting flesh. She watched his full lips tremble, his brown eyes get smoky and damp. She parted her lips coming closer, her tiny busy hand between them, rubbing his cock and her pussy harder, the other pulling his ass closer into her.
“Please, kiss me.” he begged. “Please!”
She could see that he was more than ready. She moved away from his rock hard cock and panting lips. She lay down in the sand, wiggling out of her panties. Waiting.
Max fell between her spread knees. He began to stroke and nibble her pussy with his long practiced tongue. He spread her pussy lips and licked around her clit, avoiding its pulsing head. He used his fingers, pressing into her, against her sweet spot. He gasped as she reached into her bra and freed her titties, squeezing her nipples, lifting and rubbing one fleshy tit against the other. She was driving Max mad. She was driving Max toward a high and hanging cliff.
“Hurry,” Elizabeth said. “Hurry and fuck me.”
Max stripped quickly. He wanted her to see his fit and hungry body. He wanted her to see his long thick cock. He’d used it carefully and well all his life, for only the chosen few and she was about to claim it for herself alone. She had left him no choice but to love her. He watched her eyes water as he spanked her clit just soft enough. Just hard enough. And when he saw her on the brink of coming, he slammed his leaking cock into her. She answered with a hip raising, rotating motion and their howls and groans bounced off their echoing cathedral ceiling and walls.
He suddenly withdrew, glazed eyes staring down at her as she begged, “I’m so close. Put it back in. Please, put it back in!”
He entered her slowly, grabbing her hand and placing it on her clit. They fucked and she stroked her frenzied clit until there was no time to spare. She came, her mouth wide open in a silent howl, and he followed, falling slack and sated into his own special heaven. Clinging to each other, they collapsed onto the sand, thoroughly and completely satisfied.
“I’ll never let you go,” Elizabeth said, curling into him.
They fell asleep listening to the lapping of sea bubbling over sand and awoke when the rising tide began to draw a wet blanket over their naked bodies.
“The tide ’s really coming in. We’d better scoot or we’ll have to swim out of here,” Elizabeth said.
They dressed quickly, made their way over the rocks and back to the waiting shore.
“I feel like I’m just waking up from a bad dream. I love you, Max Johnston. Will you help me clean up this thing I call my life.”
“You will clean up this thing you call your life and I’ll be here whenever you need me.”
“I think I should go talk to my dad. Come with me,” Elizabeth said, as they walked hand in hand back along the beach.
“Don’t you think you should go alone?”
“No. No more alone. I want you to come with me.”
They showered together at Max’s, spreading handfuls of lather, getting to know every inch and crevice of the other’s body. They kissed and petted and groped, making up for so much lost time.
“Be careful what you say to the Governor. I don’t like messes.”
“You keep saying that. What does it mean?” Elizabeth was stepping into her skirt, her tone irritated, impatient.
“If your dad has a problem with us, we’re done. I don’t need that kind of pressure.” Max said.
“Look, Max, under no circumstances will I ever give you up, so get with the program.”
Max knew that arguing with Elizabeth would be useless. He watched her folding towels and placing them back into her basket. It was the tilt of her head and her serene smile that made him realize that he’d never be able to resist Elizabeth Carleton. And the very idea of her being mixed up with Jack and Junior Burns made him sick. He remembered the conversation that he’d overheard in the limo and wondered what they were capable of. He suspected that their moral fibre had been long ago devoured by greed and their obvious appetite for power which made them dangerous. Dangerous indeed. He put his phone in his pocket and warned himself to be very careful.
They left the limo and drove back to the Governors Mansion in Elizabeth’s red mustang convertible. Max felt strange not being behind the wheel, but it gave him time to enjoy Elizabeth. Her damp hair flew in the wind and she sang The Pussycat Dolls, Just Like That, with loud and off-key gusto. He couldn’t imagine what the Governor would do if he found out that Junior Burns was deceiving his precious daughter. Hopefully, Elizabeth would end the relationship without Max having to share any of the dirty details.
“What are you going to tell your dad?” Max asked, as they drove into the mansion’s garage.
“The truth,” Elizabeth said. “I’m finished with Junior Burns.”
“You’re sure now,“ Max said, basking in her every word.
She didn’t bother to answer. She stuck out her tongue at Max and ran into the house. Max followed, having no doubt that he’d be rushing after this woman for the rest of his life.
They found the Governor and Walter Branston on the patio, sitting in front of the chef’s beautifully plated, but hardly touched, grilled salmon supper.
“What’s going on?” Elizabeth asked. “This feels like a funeral!”
“It’s Walter,” the Governor said. “He’s been charged with sexually harassing his secretary. It’s bloody serious anyway, but when you’re about to launch a campaign, it’s devastating.”
Elizabeth burst into laughter. “Uncle Walter, you’ve been diddling old lady Saunders? No way!”
“This is no laughing matter, Young Lady,” Walter said, his voice quivering. “Millie Saunders had nothing to do with this. She’s on leave, helping her daughter with her first grandson. Oh no, it’s her replacement, this Talia James character, who’s causing all the problems.”
Elizabeth flew around the table and took Walter in her arms. “I was only teasing. I know you’d never harass anyone. I adore you, Uncle.” Walter burst into tears of frustration. “Get it out,” she cooed, patting his back. “We’ll get to the bottom of this. We won’t let anybody destroy your chances.”
Max was catapulted back to his limo and the conversation he’d overheard:
We each have our jobs. Yours is to marry Elizabeth Carleton and become the Governor’s son-in-law. Mine is to clear the way for your successful mayoral bid.
Walter Branston had been charged with sexual harassment. It was obviously a set-up. Could Jack Burns be at the bottom of it? And then there was the elusive T. J.
You know how important she is to the operation and here you are travelling with her. Flaunting a connection to us. What operation? Why was it important that nobody know the connection between Junior Burns and T. J.? And why couldn’t Max remember where he’d met the woman? It was all too suspicious.
Suddenly, Max didn’t care about the danger. All he cared about was getting to the bottom of something that was threatening the peace and happiness of the woman he loved. Elizabeth and Walter were talking quietly. It was time for a bold move.
“Governor, can I speak to you in private?”
“Certainly, Max. Come with me.”
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