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Their first spontaneous coupling was also their last. They fucked many times afterwards, but it became a scheduled affair rather than impulsive.
"The little bitch," Alex thought to himself after finding Marita's personal card on his desk. Her name was spelled in gothic letters and her apartment address was written below. On the back of the stiff paper there was a scribbled note that said "11:00 pm Friday." It had been scribbled with a blue ink fountain pen.
Alex pondered the note while he used it to pick between his teeth. It seemed that he would be her 11:00 date. He wondered who she spent the evening with at an earlier and more decent hour. Alex tried to convince himself he didn't care, but pride nibbled at him. He hated being anyone's second choice, or worse, the choice they were ashamed of. But he had already made the decision to sleep with her, since the incident on the desk. He would make the best of it.
On Friday night, at 10:30, Alex waited in the shadows of the alley across the street from Marita's building. She had a doorman. Conversely, Alex lived in Hell's Kitchen and didn't have a bed frame for the mattress he slept on.
When the doorman came forward to open the door of a taxi that had just stopped, Alex leaned back further into the dark, but strained his eyes harder to see exactly what kind of woman Marita was. He figured you could tell a lot about a person by the company they keep.
Marita stepped out of the car on the doorman's side. She smoothed her skirt and touched the handbag dangling off her arm to make sure it was still there and not inside the cab. Alex couldn't see the man inside the taxi very well. The man and Marita spoke to each other through the open door, but the man didn't bother to get out. There was no goodbye kiss.
Alex waited until 11:05 before he knocked on Marita's door. He felt shifty and restless. And something felt horribly dirty and wrong about the situation, but when Marita answered the door wearing a black laced corset with a matching thong, Alex forgot his doubts. He made a stupid sound of surprise and silently cursed at himself for sounding so childish. Marita smirked.
"Come inside before someone sees me," she teased. The aggressive tone shifted something in Alex. It made him angry. His vision went a little blurry. He made a decision.
One step brought him through the door. Without hesitation, he pushed her back with a straight arm. She stumbled and then coughed to cover her surprise. Alex kept a cool, steady look and kept marching forward; pushing her back again and again towards the bedroom.
"Would you watch it!" Marita yelled as she tried to swat his hand away, but Alex didn't give way at all.
"Well, you got me in the mood for a little S&D with that outfit." He shoved her again, this time with his hand at her throat.
"S&D?" she asked weakly.
"Submission and domination."
"Oh Christ, are you into that?"
"I think we both will be when we're done." He grabbed her small waist and flipped her over his shoulder. She shrieked and Alex was happy to hear the tail end turn to laughter. He tickled her ribs until she screamed and begged him to stop.
Alex tossed her onto the bed hard enough that she bounced nearly a foot into the air off the mattress. But instead of getting angry, she flashed a smile. She didn't smile at him, but perhaps for a moment she was reminded of bouncing on the bed when she was a kid. Or perhaps that momentary feeling of flight and weightlessness made her warm over. But she landed in a tangled mess of sheets and legs. Her blonde hair splayed across her face. Marita pushed back her tresses and watched as Alex pulled his dark t-shirt over his head. She got onto her knees in front of him. Her breasts were pushed high up with the corset. Alex cupped one of them. He squeezed it. Marita moaned dramatically.
The slap was not hard, but it surprised Marita enough to make her fall back on the bed.
"Jesus Christ! What was that for!"
"No faking."
"What?"
Alex grabbed her legs and dragged her across the slick sheets towards him.
"No faking it, or I'm done."
Marita blew a strand of hair out of her face.
"Fine."
Alex lifted her legs over shoulders, just as he had done in his office a few days ago. Marita closed her eyes and spread her legs further apart. She held her breath. When nothing came, she exhaled and opened one eye. The slap on her rear made her entire body shake, then quiver. She sputtered and tried to struggle away, but Alex gripped her legs like a vice. When she calmed, he struck her soft ass again with a smack that lingered against her pussy. Marita let out a short burst of air from between her pursed lips.
"You like that?"
Marita didn't answer. He repeated the slap, but this time rubbed his hand all over her ass. He finished the caress with a little squeeze of her pussy. She gasped again.
"Yes."
"Yes, you like that?"
"Yes, do it again," she whispered. Alex obliged. He pressed the tip of his engorged cock against the bed. He kicked off his shoes and undid his belt. His jeans slid to the floor after he unzipped.
Marita lifted her head off the bed to look at his lean body.
"Calvin Klein?"
"Just for that, you're really getting it tonight," Alex said as he leapt on her, grinding his cock through his black jockeys against her pussy. Marita giggled like a sixteen-year-old. He hesitated for a second. She stopped squirming and opened her blue eyes. They stared at each other for a few moments too long. Each had to look away with a smile. Marita covered her mouth with her hand and tried not too look at Alex. He began the more traditional route of sex with gentle kisses against Marita's exposed neck.
A few hours later, they were still at it. Alex had already come once, but was up for round two. He had lost track of Marita's orgasms. There was no need to fake them. Her shudders and tense muscles echoed the waves of pleasure her body felt again and again. Alex sucked on the smooth skin of her shoulder and neck. Already the area was mottled with marks and bites.
"You asshole, stop that. Someone's going to see them on Monday."
She tried to smack his head, but he just sucked harder until she screamed with frustration and amusement.
"Dumb ass," she gasped. Already the rising stakes of another orgasm were making her lose breath again. Alex thrust harder. Like a maniac, he humped her. He loved watching her come; how she bit her lower lip and squeezed her legs around him tighter. It was too much. They came together with a few more spastic thrusts from Alex's pelvis. He felt himself shout something, to god perhaps, but he wasn't sure what he said.
Marita wouldn't let him hold her afterwards.
"I thought girls liked to cuddle afterwards," Alex teased.
She rolled away so her back was too him. Alex shrugged and collapsed on the bed.
He woke up to find Marita, clothed in a terry-cloth bath-robe, shaking his shoulder with violence.
"You can't spend the night here."
"Ok," he said, but rolled over and tried to fall asleep again. Sex took it out of him.
"Get up, Alex."
"Christ." He rolled out of bed. As he stood up, he stopped to glare down at her. She looked pissed. "No gratitude?"
"No. Now get going. I need to get some sleep."
"Fine." Alex got dressed.
For a moment, Marita hesitated before walking him to the door. She opened it and leaned against wood. She seemed eager to shut the door behind him. Alex stroked her cheek with the back of one finger, but she jerked her head away.
"This is just sex, Alex."
He felt his temper rise; the sort of temper that had driven him to violence in the past. It was the temper he used to drive himself to the berserk state necessary for professional murder. But instead of hurting her, he just grabbed her chin roughly and kissed her with all the passion and anger that temper gave him. At first she resisted, but his other hand held her close. After a moment, his anger cooled and he left with a kiss that barely touched her lips. She held onto that kiss as hard as she could and stumbled towards him in the process. But he was already walking down the hall by the time she regained her balance. She shut the door only when the elevator bell dinged.
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Friday night at 11:00 became their normal night. They never left her apartment and they never went to his. And they never ever did anything besides fuck like horny teenagers. Alex mentioned this to her once as they rested between sessions in bed.
"Well, I just turned 20, so I practically am a teenager, Alex."
"Still…"
"My assignment isn't to talk with you Alex."
"So you do this just for the Consortium."
"Yes."
"That's kind of sick."
"No more than being on the receiving end."
"So you don't enjoy this at all."
"No."
"Then let's just stop," Alex said in his most flippant tone as he swung his legs out of bed.
"No!" Marita yelled as she grabbed his arm. He paused with one foot on the thick carpet. She wrapped herself around his body from behind and rested her chin on his shoulder.
"What worries you more, the Consortium or where you're going to get your next orgasm?"
"Does it matter?" she asked against his shoulder. She kissed his skin. Alex reached around and dragged her onto his lap.
"Yeah, it does."
"It doesn't matter. We don't love each other, this is just sex."
"So I hear every week. Me thinks she protests too much."
Marita struggled to get out of his lap, but Alex's gripped her harder.
"Just tell me you enjoy our little fucks and I'll be happy."
Marita sighed.
"I like the fucks, so what."
"That's all I wanted to hear," Alex said with a laugh that wasn't harsh. He kissed her forehead and tossed her back into bed before he got dressed. After that conversation, Marita told him to start coming earlier in the evening. He must have replaced the earlier date. But as always, any sort of progress with Marita was one step forward and two steps back.
The following Friday, she surprised him. She welcomed him wearing a shiny, plastic pair of paints and a black bra that barely covered her tits. Alex had difficulty keeping his eyes off her. He was hard almost immediately. She looked very kinky.
But what surprised him even more was the mirror, the razor blade, and the white powder in the bag on her kitchen table.
"What's this?" Alex asked with less authority and enthusiasm in his voice than he would have liked. It didn't help that every time she moved he could see the perfect mold of her ass in the shiny pants.
"I thought it would be fun," Marita said as she kneeled on a chair. She took up the razor blade and carefully tapped out a tiny pile of powder onto the mirror. She chopped at it with the blade using slow, careful movements. "Have you ever done blow?"
"No, I haven't." He said it with such honest simplicity that even Marita had to look up at him with some small admiration. Perhaps she didn't like fakers either.
"Try it, you'll like it."
"Marita, what's the deal here."
"There's no deal. Here, just try a line." She handed him a twenty dollar bill.
"What, not a hundred?"
"That's just the movies." Marita grabbed the bill away and rolled it up tight for him. "Like this," she said as she snorted the line. She looked pained for a moment, then relaxed. Alex watched her, then grabbed the rolled bill. He snorted a line and nearly choked, but managed to keep from coughing it all out. They did lines all night between their fucks. Alex cut a hole in the crotch of her pants with scissors so he could fuck her in them.
But he didn't like the way she could ignore him even while his cock was pushed all the way inside of her. It was like she was in a different place. She snorted nearly twice as much coke as he did. Every inhalation was like another orgasm, an electric buzz, but he too felt distant and apart. He left that night feeling unsatisfied and had to jerk off when he got home.
The following Friday was another cocaine night. Alex felt himself withdraw in disgust. But he couldn't help himself. She was far more addicting. Her skin, her expressions of pleasure and amusement, the way she moved with him during a fuck, it was all too unbearable to consider leaving.
But Alex wanted more.
It was Friday night as usual. In bed, Marita produced the dreaded bag of cocaine. Alex shrank from the extended gift dangling from between her manicured fingers.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I just want to fuck first this time."
"Ok."
But she turned to the bedside table and began the slow process of grinding the coke into a fluffier powder to snort.
"Stop that," Alex said. He grabbed her hand holding the razor blade. Marita looked astonished and somewhat crazed with the blade held so close between their faces.
"Just a minute," she said and tried to pull away.
"No, I don't want you to do that tonight."
"Well, I can do what I want."
Alex ground his teeth without realizing it. Her expression faltered. She ducked her head as if she expected him to hit her. His grip on her wrist tightened until she dropped the blade onto the bed covers. Alex pushed her back into the pillows.
"I don't fucking want to do this anymore!" He knocked the cocaine bag off the table. The tiny mirror cracked underneath his fist. Blood smeared the metallic surface. "I want you here, with me right now," Alex said turning to Marita. She cowered, holding a pillow closer to her thin body.
"Do you get it!" Alex continued. He trapped her in a cage between his arms. Marita didn't look up at him.
"I don't have to do this."
"Then why do you? Why do you bother me like this? You're distracting me from doing everything I need to do."
"I don't know."
"Do you do it for those men? Those old men, in their expensive suits and leather chairs. Is that why you do this?"
"No!"
"Then just fuck off, Marita."
She burst into tears. Alex looked down at her, completely perplexed. He had never been close enough to any woman to see her cry before. She sobbed into the pillow and didn't bother to wipe away her tears. Her nose ran into a sticky mess. She looked so small in the dim light of the bedside lamp. Alex's chest constricted into an ugly knot.
"I'm sorry," he whispered again and again as he kissed her face. She lay like an unfeeling doll, without even blinking when he touched her. When Alex wrapped his arms around her, she twisted around and cried into his chest until she shook with dry sobs.
They spooned when she finally calmed. Alex rested his lips unmoving against the base of her neck. Marita hiccupped every few seconds, which made her laugh in a stifled manner. Alex felt her hand search between her legs. She found his cock, always stiff in her presence, and directed the pulsing member between her legs. He pushed gently as she guided him inside. At an aching slow place, he rocked against her. Marita lay limp, but she panted in response. Her wet eyes and nose made her whimpers sound stuffy.
Pleasure blossomed in Alex's loins, so he rocked harder and harder. He felt the semen shoot inside Marita and it felt good and right.
Her own orgasm was a soft affair, but it made her gasp the words:
"I love you."
Alex pretended not to hear her, though it made his stomach flip. He smiled against her shoulder. Marita covered her face with her hands.
"Go away."
Alex didn't respond. He held her tighter.
"I said, go away."
"Marita, it's ok…"
"No, it's not ok! It wasn't supposed to be like this."
"Look it's fine, you didn't mean it."
"Just shut up and leave me alone."
Marita stopped talking after that. No matter what he said, she wouldn't respond. He grew resentful and stormed out of bed. When he was fully dressed, he paused in the doorway of her bedroom. Still she remained lifeless on her side in the bed. She looked very alone, as if Alex weren't even there in the room with her.
"Sometimes it can't be helped. You start just fucking someone and you end up liking them despite yourself."
"I wasn't supposed to ever like you. I was just supposed to do my job."
"And some job that was. Whoring yourself out to keep a bunch of old men happy."
Marita sat up and threw a pillow at Alex. He smacked it to the floor.
"Don't call me a whore."
"You are a whore. But I love you anyway."
"Jesus Christ, that's not any sort of compliment."
"I love you because I can't help it. I like being with you. I want to be with you more. And I want to do more than just fuck you. And I never want to see the coke again. You're distracting me from everything I'm supposed to be doing, all the vaccine work I want to do, but I don't care anymore! For now at least, I'm stuck with you."
"How romantic."
"And you're stuck with me."
"We'll see Alex. I can beat this."
"Not if you don't want to."
With that, Alex left Marita holding her knees to her chest. He walked home to his apartment that night and didn't sleep. He would have to see her at work in the morning. He didn't know what she would do now, if she would ever want to see him again. He suspected she would try and drop him cold turkey, but he knew she would fail. She could no more leave him now than he could leave her. One too many orgasms and they were stuck in love.
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