CHAPTER 4

MAGGIE

            Before finishing my shift at the clinic, Tiffany throws a bomb at my lap by yelling me at the door so I could answer the telephone.

            “Maggie, your father is on the phone.”

            I try whispering, asking her to tell him an excuse, that I’m busy, but before my suggestion, Tiffany says:

            “I tried telling that you were busy, but you know how your father is, he said you should drop those pests full of fleas and answer him quick.”

            “Well, you tell him I’m in the middle of taking care of an animal and as soon as I’m finish, I’ll call him.”

            After a few exams, I checked if Mrs. Petterson’s cat is with an intestinal infection caused by some crap the animal ate.

            I scratch Chester’s fur and play with it, while I scratch it’s little soft ears.

            “Chester, can’t you see you’re too old to wander around, eating crap, this way you’ll die, kitty.”

            I prescribe the necessary medications and I send Mrs. Petterson to schedule another appointment to Chester for next week.

            Mrs. Petterson is a faithful client, generous with her tips and comes here often, she would be perfect if she wasn’t starting to get senile.

            “Chester is the happy one, doctor Margareth… He can wander around, fucking a female cat here and there, and me? How do I get a little action in this dead town, there isn’t even a good sex shop around here? Do you really want you know what I miss?”

            I prefer not to ask, but even so she goes on talking out loud, while I she squeezes poor Chester against her chest.

            “I miss a man warming my old ribs, I miss that delicious coming and going…”

            While Mrs. Petterson is in an embarrassing reverie about her inexistente sex life, Hunter opens the clinic door and stops when he hears an almost 70 year old woman talking a rosary of indiscretions.

            “I miss a good roll in the hay, turn belly to belly, making the beast of two backs hot and sweaty, Chester can go out there and fuck what pussy he wants to, and me? Only if I go to Oregon pay for one of those boys that do it for money, and where would I get the money? Not from the shitty pension the deceased left me.”

            She suddenly sees Hunter coming in her direction and she almost salivates.

            “Is this hunk your client, doctor Margareth?”

            I nod and he shakes, Mrs. Petterson looks at me and to him then she leaves smiling, shooting at me now with her machine gun of obscenities.

            “I got it, you are sleeping together, aren’t you? If jealousy could kill, doctor, you would have fallen here in front of me, with your tongue purple sticking out. What a delicious man, you and Chester are happy to fuck till you’re satisfied, me… I can’t only miss Simon’s cock, ah! Old age is shit. Till next week doctor Margareth and thanks for everything.”

            Chester started to growl at Hunter, trying to scratch him, Mrs. Petterson shook my hand and went by Hunter whispering something.

            And before she left I could see Hunter jump, holding his butt, laughing really embarrassed… What an old sexual pervert this Mrs. Petterson.

            I enter the office wanting to bury my head on the ground because of the embarrassment and Hunter follows my thoughts, Tiffany look at us and when she stares at Hunter she blushes, the poor girl looks at Hunter up and down, redder than a tomato… I imagine a hand full of dirty thoughts are going through Tiffany’s mind right now… Well, he got another fan besides Mrs. Petterson.

            As soon as the office door closes, he approaches me like a predator, and I run my tongue through my dry lips, anxious for Hunter soft mouth.

            He goes through the distance between us and pulls me to his chest, glueing his master lips on mine. Ah! Besides being really hot and well hunk, he looks at me and smiles with the best of bad a boy smile.

            “I don’t like little games to see who gives in first, Maggie. I really wanted to see you, then, I’m here.

            I tighten him and was sincere too.

            “I really wanted to be with you too and that’s so crazy, we were together not long ago.”

            Hunter nibble my ear, getting a moan out of me.

            “It’s not for us to think, it’s just to feel… Let yourself go and I’ll carry you, baby.”

            He got my purse and when he was almost out of the office the cellphone started to ring.

            Hunter gave me the purse back, shit! It’s dad again.

            I let it ring and Hunter keeps looking at me, obviously surprised to know what call was it that I insisted in not answering it, by the fifth ring, I decide to speak with dad and end this torture. And I well imagine what is the topic of our conversation.

            “Hi, dad, I’m fine. I was with a patient, sometimes I can’t answer you right away.”

            My father makes me the damn question I don’t want to answer.

            “Did Frederic call you, Margaret?”

            “No, he didn’t call.”

            “All of this must me a misunderstanding, he’s a good guy, he has a brilliant future ahead, we have the same political ideals and he…”

            I’m tired of this shit, of serving as a pawn to my father’s little political games, the truth is Fred isn’t but a chauvinist pig, a sexist that thinks he’s entitled to make a mistake with his secretary and I have to accept it, like the perfect and discreet bride my father wanted me to be.

            “I already know what you’re going to say, Senator Geffrey Hanks, you’ll say he a great catch to a silly and dreamy girl like me.”

            “That was a man’s mistake, a silly slip.”

            “Slip was if he had fucked her once, but even he admitted that he had an affair with her for two years, two fucking years, besides that, you tell me it’s your friend slip with those two prostitutes, Senator Hanks?”

            “Don’t call me Senator, I’m you father Maggie. Why don’t you want to give him a chance, are you going out with anybody?”

            I can’t expose Hunter to all this crap, he’s a nice guy and my father would make his life a living hell if he knew we were getting to know each other. I won’t accept Fred again, but I prefer to deny it.

            “No, I’m not going out with anybody.”

            Hunter, who was listening to the conversation quietly watching me, lowered his head and handed me the purse, getting out of the clinic.

            He was hurt by me saying that I was alone, but I know my father’s disastrous capacity in manipulating the life of his enemies, I don’t want Hunter to go through that, to become my father’s enemy.

            “Dad, I have to hang up, bye, we’ll talk later, Senator Hanks.”

            “I told you not to stop calling me that, Maggie.’

            I hang up and I go to the clinic door looking for Hunter.

            When I get to the sidewalk he’s putting his helmet on and starting his Harley Davidson. I stop in front of the bike, he removes the helmet and looks at me seriously.

            “Big Guy, let me explain.”

            He crosses his arms, filling his chest even more because of anger.

            “And is there and explanation, Margareth?”

            I get near him and he pants, visibly upset.

            “Where were you going to take me?”

            “It’s blues night at The Sickle tonight, I thought you might wanted to…”

            I stop him, getting on the bike, while I talk:

            “I love blues, let’s go, Hunter, we’ll talk there.”

            He gets off the bike and gets an extra helmet in the croup, touching my entire body while he buckles the helmet, when I get near to kiss him, he turns his lips and sits on the bike, starting it to leave.

            I tight his large back, feeling his muscles stiffening while I grab myself to his waist.

            Today the bar is packed, a beautiful and tall redhead all dressed in leather kisses Hunter cheeks and looks me up and down, stretched her hand and introducing herself right after.

            “Please to meet you, I’m Lupita, Hunter’s friend and waitress at the bar.”

            “Please to meet you Lupita, I’m…”

            She stops me and smiles a tempting smile that must get man underwear of half of the bar.

            “Famous Maggie, Hunter talks a lot about you.”

            Hunter went to the other side of the counter, visibly trying to avoid me.

            “Famous I don’t know, but yes, I’m Maggie, so, you mean tonight it’s blues night.”

            “So, you like to move that magnificent body listening to some good old blues?”

            “Blues, rhythm and blues, rock, I enjoy everything.”

            She got really near my mouth and licked her own lips.

            “You enjoy everything? Don’t say that if you’re not sure, baby. My heart can’t stand an informations as delicious as this.”

            Is it me or Hunter’s femme fatale friend is flirting with me?

            I deny with eyes wide open and she smiles again.

            “I don’t say everything, I mean, all kinds of music, I like to diversify! My god, that wasn’t what I wanted to say anyway.”

            Hunter growls out loud to Lupita and she thinks he’s angry face is funny.

            “Lupi, I told you she was mine, can you stop flirting with my girl, you are a fucker from hell.”

            Lupita went away laughing and went straight to the jukebox, coming back shaking her hips by the sound of Sugar blues singing Hoochie Coochie man. I stared at the handsome guy in front of me and Lupita came back challenging Hunter.

            “Go dance with your girl, before I take her, if she tastes my arms once, Hunt, you’re gone.”

            Hunter didn’t say anything, but he came towards me, taking me by the hand out of the room, through a dark corridor, in silence.

            He led me to a space that looked like an office. He looked the door without taking his eyes off the me.

            Without touching me, he stopped right in front of me, huge and slightly dark, my heart was beating hard with the expectation of what he was going to do with me.

            “I’m really, really angry, Maggie.”

            I nod.

            “Uhum.”

            “But now I don’t want to talk, I don’t want to think, I just want to bury myself deep inside you till I forget there’s a world out there.”

            I swallowed dry, it’s amazing the wreckage he does to my self controle, how much he makes me wet and desperate by saying these things, making me crazy.”

            I won’t deny it, I won’t say I don’t want it, that he doesn’t move me, I need him inside me, as much as he needs to fuck me, with no time to think if it’s right or wrong, where will it go this thing that we have, I don’t care, I just want his addictive lips, his huge hands sweeping my skin, his tongue whipping my clitoris, his huge and delicious cock, tormenting me with his piercing massaging my pussy.

            “So, come, Hunter.”

            He kept staring at me making fists with his hands, till he broke the silence and ordered:

            “Take off your clothes and sit on the desk, Maggie.”

            I thought of protesting, say that I want him docile and patient, but by looking Hunter with his stern and hoarse, a male takes his female the way he wants, that arouses me too. I take off my spaghetti strap shirt and slide the leggings through my legs, just keeping my white thong and bra.

            “Panties and bra too.”

            I opened the bra without letting him look and as I was making myself naked in front of him his eyes were narrowing, focus and wishful, I take off my panties letting it slide over my hips before falling on the floor, he took it off my ankles, he smelled it with hunger in his eye and put it on the back pocket of his jeans.

            “Spread yourself on the desk, I’ll taste you, but you’ll only cum by squeezing my cock when I fuck you, understand, Maggie?”

            Words escaped me, I’m all desire, my clitoris is pulsing with the expectation of Hunter inhuman tongue. What he’s capable of doing with that tongue, he’s capable of making submissive the strongest of women. And I’m so weak to resist my will of taking him, I need him deep inside me.

            Hunter fits himself between my thighs and pulls my hands back not letting me touch him, that makes me frustrated but aroused at the same time.

            And his lips wander through my neck, nibbling my ear, my shoulder still marked by his bite, the curve of my breasts.

            He releases my hands and goes down to my nipples, biting them at once and sucking and licking my breast till he drives me crazy, I bend my body back giving my more access to my breast, and he caress them delicately while he sucks my nipples even harder, making me wetter and lit.

            Hunter kisses my belly, nibbling my skin, and opens my thighs, leaving them wide open. His face disappears between my legs and he teases me, kissing and sucking the internal part of my thighs but without getting near my sex. I’m ready to go mad, my body is very tense by the expectations of his mouth on me. Till he decides to end my suffering, he opens my labia with his fingers and licks my clitoris on the right spot. Without going through my sex, without provoking me around, just on the exact spot to make me scream with pleasure… I try to cover my mouth with my hands but he reprimands me.

            “Don’t cover your mouth, Maggie, I want to hear your screams, baby.”      

            Hunter continues to assault my clitoris with his perverse tongue, whipping the tip of my little button and sticking his finger in my pussy.

            “You want more from me?”

            “Uhum.”

            “Ask, ask, Maggie, I’ll give it to you.”

            “Give me all of you, Big Guy.”

            He introduces another finger in my vagina, thrusting with two fingers, in and out, in and out, and I wetter and wetter, my thighs are moist, I can’t think anymore, I just want, I just need, I’m all feelings, waiting a pleasure that’s building up my womb, turning inside. And I moan more anymore, without worrying with the world outside, with the patrons in the bar, with my father and my set up engagement, with my prick ex fiancé. There’s only Hunter and me, nothing else and no one else.

            He gets up from my thighs and guides his cock inside me, penetrating me slowly, massaging my pussy entry.

            Hunter and I sweat like two animals and the thrusts my pussy, so hard and deep that i scream louder and louder, begging him to let me cum, lamenting, suffering, lost in suspense pleasure.

            I turn my back, he sinks his fingers on my hips and I raise my ass in search of relief, hitting my ass on his cock, once, twice, so many time that I lose myself, we get lost in one another.

            “Cum on my cock, you’re mine, baby.”

            Nibbling my ear, while he whispers how much he loves me burying himself on my body, how much he want to be my man, Hunter furiously cums while I too free myself, squeezing his cock inside me, feeling him drop his semen and affection in me.

            “I’m your man, Maggie, remember that when you say I’m no one.”

            He gets out of my body and gets me on his arms carrying me to the couch, both naked, exhausted with pleasure.

            I know he’s still hurt at me, that’s why I explain while he sits me on his soft lap.

            “Hunter, I was engaged not long ago, a relationship that was interesting to my father, he only thinks of himself, in politics, poisoning everything around him, I know what he’s capable of doing when someone crosses his path, it’s sad to a daughter to say that, but his interests are what he cares about. I don’t want him to hurt you, that’s why I said I wasn’t going out with anyone, I don’t want to get in the way of what we have, what we have is important to me, I really like you, Big Guy.”

            His expression softened, he smiled at me and put his lips on mine.

            “You’re very important to me too, I’m falling in love with you, baby, don’t hurt my heart, remember, what was our deal?”

            I caressed his chest and I felt his heart beating stronger when I said:

            “I take care of yours and you take care of mine.”

            “Then treat it with care, you’re the only woman that can hurt it.”

            My eyes filled with tears, he’s so strong, so manly and dominant, but sweet at the same time

            I’m really screwed. While I hug him, still naked, I get to the scary conclusion, that I’m falling in love with Hunter too, and I’m really afraid of this we are living could end because of my father’s frame ups.