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The Reassigning of Tara Lee - Part 3 |
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By Margo Perry
Things were happening too fast. Tara could still feel the heat from Jesse’s fingers in her pussy, his clever tongue on her clit. Her mouth was still dry from the orgasm that had ravaged her. And now this!
“What ugly, ugly lies!” Jesse spat. “For Inez to tell Holly that we were having an affair all these years? Even while my Robyn was struggling with cancer? You don’t need to be any part of this. Take the limo home,” he said, scrambling into his jacket. “That woman is going to pay. Big time!”
Tara stared at Jesse. His voice was as cold and calculating as hatred itself and his body trembled with rage. Inez had trampled on a sacred trust, Jesse’s love of family, both past and present, and Tara had no idea how devastating the fallout would be. She followed Jesse down the hall.
“I’ll call you,” he said, opening the door to the exit that would take her to the limo.
“Okay, Tara said.
She hurried out of the building, her head bowed low, her arms hugging herself tight against her own fears and the chilly night air.
“Excuse us, please.”
The male voice was gentle. Tara looked up to see that she had almost bulldozed an elderly couple.
“I’m so sorry,” she said, stepping aside.
She watched them move around her, their arms stretched long, their held hands swinging.
You’re wound too tight. Gotta’ chill, girl.
Tara dropped her arms, slowed her pace and inhaled the buttery sweet fragrance of oleander mixed with freshly mowed grass. The familiar scent grounded her and, by the time she reached the car, she was again comfortable in her own skin.
“Thanks,” she said to the driver who rushed to open her door, “and this time, please turn off the AC. I’m going to open the windows and enjoy the night air.”
“Of course, miss,” he said. “Mr. Jesse says you’re going home?”
“Yes, I am,” Tara said, climbing into the car. She was grateful that Jesse had called. It meant that he was still thinking of her. Still needing to take care of her. The whir of the air conditioner stopped and she immediately pressed the intercom button. “Thanks,” she said.
Tara loved the quiet, loved the rush of fresh air passing through the open windows. She gazed at the sky through swaying branches, smiling at the stars peeping through them. Pleasant sensations began to swarm in her belly and between her legs as she recalled the pressure of Jesse’s hands on her shoulders, pressing her down in front of him, too close to his bulging cock. Her breasts were heaving gently with renewed lust and horniness was scratching at her nipples. She glanced through the glass to the back of the driver’s head, satisfied that her side seat was outside the breadth of his view. It felt good to be alone, to have the privacy to think about Jesse again.
Thanks to Inez, Holly hates you. That’s what your man is dealing with and all you can think of is your pussy? You’re an oversexed idiot!
Shut the fuck up! There’s nothing I can do about the situation back at the club.
Tara closed her eyes as if to still the incessant voices in her head. She didn’t want to think. She wanted to feel Jesse, have him here and now, even if it was just in her mind. She leaned forward, spread her legs and lifted her dress, arranging the folds to hide the hand that snaked beneath it. She began to rock her pelvis over the firm, but giving surface of the leather as her fingers teased her rallying clit.
She imagined herself back at the club, but the memory of Jesse dancing with Inez was poisoning her fantasy. No problemo! The magic of her present was that she could manage the impossible; she could and would change history.
Local music historian, Mark Spence’s table edges the dance floor. Tara approaches, offering her hand, but his eyes affix themselves to the breast flesh bulging out of her corset top. She smiles and he enthusiastically follows her onto the dance floor.
She moves quickly toward her target. Unceremoniously, she drags Jesse away from Inez, shoving her into the arms of Mark Spence, while usurping her place with Jesse. She has forgotten how perfectly they fit, plug into socket. Electricity surges between them.
“Remember that I’m naked under this dress,” she whispers.
“How could I forget?“ Jesse pants.
The band begins to play a rhumba. Tara dances away from Jesse just far enough for him to appreciate her shifting shoulders, her rippling, rocking, bouncing breasts and swaying hips. She moves in close again, pulling Jesse’s head toward her waiting mouth. Her tongue invades, engaging his in a dance of seduction that is a prequel to some grand event. Her pussy oozes its readiness. Jesse’s huge cock insinuates itself against her, again and again, needing heat, wetness, the stimulation that only a pussy can give.
“Unzip and fuck me here and now or get me out of here,” Tara says, her lips quivering with anticipation.
Jesse pulls her through the maze of tables into a corridor. They can hear the clang of pots, the buzz of constant communication. They can smell roasting poultry and spicy tomato sauce. They’re alone in a hall, near a busy kitchen, but for how long? This danger further excites Tara.
“Unzip now!” she commands.
Jesse groans as he frees his cock and then grabs her. Tara is immediately airborne, her arms and legs encircle Jesse. Their movements are awkward, but Tara cooperates with the cock that bumps, misses and then enters her.
“Harder,” Tara instructs. “Take me. Harder!”
Jesse grunts as he slams into her, again and again. He bruises her lips with kisses, until she comes, just before he explodes deep inside her.
“Oh shit,” Tara said, as the car lurched over a pothole.
Snapped back to reality, she grabbed a bunch of Kleenex from her bag and wiped her pussy and messy fingers, carefully discarding them in a plastic bag to get rid of later. She suddenly remembered the driver, looked toward him, and met his amused gaze in the mirror.
How much did he see? What . . .
Just then, the driver’s cell beeped.
“It’s for you,” he said, after talking for a few seconds.
The glass partition slid open and he passed his cell back to her.
Hello … Holly? … Really? … Alright. I’ll be right there… See you soon.
“Sounds like we’re going back to the club?”
“Yep,” Tara said.
She passed his phone back to him, the question of how much of her masturbatory scene he’d witnessed, forgotten. Holly loved her again. Holly was sorry for believing Inez’ lies. Holly had sounded cruel and vengeful and Tara was glad. She placed her head just outside the limo window, breathing in the air like a happy puppy, and soon they were gliding to a stop, back at The Blue Piano’s entrance.
“Here we are, safe and sound,” the driver said, helping her from the limo.
Tara noticed that his hands were warm and soft. She looked into his twinkling eyes and something passed between them, something lush and juicy, that might or might not be a sexual overture. And then she heard Cook’s voice.
He saw you. He knows what you were up to back there. Don’t you dare take this game any further.
Tara withdrew her hand. “Thanks,” she said.
She moved quickly through the entrance and into the lobby, without a backward glance. Holly was waiting, pacing in tiny circles. As soon as she noticed Tara, she bounded toward her.
“I’m so sorry, Sister-Friend. Still love me?” Holly asked, throwing herself into Tara’s arms.
“Yes, and you apologized enough on the phone. What are you doing out here?”
“Waiting for you. I can’t stand Inez, but it’s worse watching Jesse play her like a professional. Tara, he’s so angry. Anyway, let’s go in. Jesse needs to know that you’ve arrived.”
Tara followed Holly back into the club. Their table was empty. Jesse was dancing with Inez, holding her too close, looking too deeply into her eyes.
This is getting way, way old. I’m going to be sick.
“See what I mean? It’s hard to watch,” Holly said, shooting one arm high in the air. “Drinks, please.”
The waiter appeared instantly.
“Another apple for you?” she asked Tara.
“Perfect. I think I need one,” Tara said.
“And what would you like?”
“A carafe of your house white.”
“We have a few . . .”
“The Pinot Grigio. It’s cheap and I’m not proud. Just make it nice and cold.”
Tara felt like she was caught up in some convoluted and compressed version of Groundhog Day: To the club, away from the club, to the club where the nightmare continued. Inez was dancing with Jesse, her jewelled fingers running their possessive way through his hair. Jesse was whispering in Inez’ ear, making her laugh, making her happy.
Holly seemed nervous and couldn’t stop talking. The drinks had arrived and she was already on her second glass of wine. Tara sipped her martini. She had to get away, get back to the limo. But her only means of escape was through her mind. She stared unseeingly at the slowly rotating dance floor.
The band is playing a bluesy, confident version of ‘Come Rain or Come Shine’. Tara gets up, dancing. The sway of her hips is seductive, deliberate. Her incredible breasts lead the way as she makes her escape.
“My man is not allowed to dance with another, not while I’m available,” Tara broods. “Not when I need him.”
She will find another.
The driver is bowed low, his head on the steering wheel. The tremor in his body gives him away and Tara resorts to spying through the window. The cock in the man’s hand is longer, thicker, more engorged than any cock she has ever seen. His motions increase in speed. There’s no time to waste. Tara backs up and signals her arrival with a loud, if inadequate, Billie Holiday imitation: ‘You’re gonna’ love me like nobody’s loved me, come rain or come shine. Happy together, unhappy together, and won’t it be fine?’
She enjoys his scrambling. Remembering his knowing eyes as they’d met hers in the mirror, she admits her complicity. It was her wanton groans that had aroused him. She hopes that he’s thinking about her as he pumps and pulls the pliant willing skin of his cock.
He climbs out of the car just before she reaches him. His flushed face has a purplish glow in the shadowy night. He’s taller, slimmer, younger and more audacious than Jesse.
“May I call you Driver?”
“You may. May I call you Vamp?”
“You may not! The name’s Pussy.”
She walks toward him and bows, low and slow, to the music. Her breasts are sirens in the starry night.
“Would you like to dance in the moonlight?”
“I would.”
He leads, pulling her tight against his giant hard-on. It twitches against her groin. She doesn’t have to feel the wet. His rhythm tells her that he is leaking, that he is seducing her, that he has no time for artifice. His tongue teases, flits inside and around her ear, dancing on butterfly wings. She presses into him. Their hips move as one. She lifts one knee to tease his swollen balls.
“Would you like to kiss in the moonlight?”
He explores her mouth with his roaming, adoring tongue. He pinches her nipples. He turns her so that her back is against the car. Locked in. Secure. His kisses devour her mouth, neck, ears and throat. He is ready and she will give him what Jesse wants most, her virgin ass.
“Are you ready to fuck in the moonlight?” She moves to the front of the car and bends over the hood. She raises her dress and humps the air. “I want you to fuck me in the ass.”
He lubricates himself with his generously flowing pre-cum. He teases her ass with his cock head, sensations turning into other sensations with such smooth handling that she finds herself begging.
“Put it in, Driver. Fuck me, Driver.”
He is unmoved by her plea. He continues his careful way, barely entering her, all the while massaging her sensitive breasts. But, Tara is too horny to wait. She begins to move against him, reaching behind herself to stimulate his balls. Hers is a mating call that cannot be denied.
“Fuck that’s good,” Driver says.
He begins to fuck her ass like she knew he would. They fuck each other, bouncing flesh against metal. He slips an educated finger in her pussy, driving her to ecstasy and she comes with a loud sob. Only then does he let himself orgasm deep inside her.
“You okay?” Holly asked. “Sounds like you were choking.”
“No, I’m as okay as can be expected,” Tara said, watching Jesse waltz Inez around the floor.
“This is the ring Inez gave me to give Dad. Put it in your bag. We’ll give it back to her later.”
“Okay, but I hate all this shit,” Tara said, slipping the box into her bag. “What are you two planning?”
“Inez wants Jesse and me to take the stage as a family, and ask her to marry Jesse. Well, Jesse is going to ask somebody to marry him alright, but it won’t be Inez. Get ready to say, ‘yes’.”
“Jesse is going to ask me . . .?”
“Quiet. They’re coming,” Holly said.
Tara watched the laughing couple approach and stood to acknowledge them, hoping that Jesse would ask her for a dance. The very idea that a proposal of marriage could come out of this mess weighed on her chest like a cement block. All control had been wrested from her and she felt like she was drowning. It was all too much for one night! She looked hopefully at Jesse.
Please ask me to dance. We’ve got to talk. Please!
“Come dance with me, daddy dearest,” Holly said, winking broadly at Inez.
Tara dropped into her seat. The game was already in play. Jesse and Holly, hand in hand, danced onto the floor. Inez sat regally, hands in her lap, her face beaming.
She looks so much younger. So vulnerable. I almost feel sorry for her.
“You look happy,” Tara said.
“I am,” Inez said, leaning across the table toward Tara, a gesture uncharacteristic in its humility. “I’ve loved Jesse for a long time. Today, all my dreams will come true.”
Tara watched in wonder as Inez’ eyes, wet with emotion, searched hers. This was a critical moment in Inez’ life and it was based on untruths. Tara shifted uncomfortably in her seat, as Cook’s voice rang out in her head, as clear as a bell.
Three against one and a pitiful one at that. This is some shady business you’ve got yourselves involved in. Should be ashamed of yourselves!
“You’re the one I was worried about,” Inez admitted, her voice halting. “The way Jesse looked at you had me worried. That’s why I went looking for you and got what eavesdroppers deserve - the wrong message!” She chuckled self consciously. “I’m sorry for being such a cow to you, but I was scared. And jealous.”
She thinks she has everything and she has nothing. How would your Mama or Robyn want you to treat somebody like that?
Cook’s voice was challenging. Tara sat up straight. She could see her Mama and Robyn, hands held as they often were toward the end. Neither seemed pleased. The band had stopped playing and a quiet calm settled over her. Robyn and Jesse were the kindest people she knew. So was Holly. And here they were about to decimate this poor woman. It was all wrong!
“I must be cruel to be kind,” Tara said, snapping open her purse and passing Inez her ring box. “You were right about Jesse and me. Only tonight, we discovered a relationship that’s worth exploring, a relationship that you totally misrepresented to Holly. You used her to try and manipulate Jesse and that was wrong. Now, they intend to humiliate you. Publicly! I’m going to try and stop them, but why don’t you let the driver take you home.”
Inez stared at the box in her hands. Her facial features seemed to dissolve and rearrange themselves, only to dissolve again. She struggled out of her chair but, once up, fled the room with admirable speed and agility. Tara dashed onto the dance floor.
“You two are out of control,” she said. “I’ve given Inez back her ring and told her the truth. I don’t want our relationship rising out of the ashes of that poor woman’s misery. All I had to do was think about Robyn. What would she do? She’d never humiliate anyone.”
Holly and Jesse listened quietly.
“You’re so right. Let’s just go home,” Jesse said.
“Oops,“ Tara said. “I told Inez to take the limo.”
“I’m tired. Let’s call off the limo and just grab a cab,” Holly said.
“Cabs went on strike as of midnight,” Jesse informed them.
“Too late for a bus, so we either wait or walk,” Tara said.
Tara and Holly looked at each other, in all their high-heeled finery.
“Wait,” they said in unison, and all three burst into gales of laughter.
“Might as well have one for the road,” Jesse said, as arm in arm, they retreated to their table, their battle done.
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