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Chapter 4 – Independent Bliss

BPOV

After talking to Shy Boy, I really felt better. He was very sweet. He listened and didn't get jealous or angry. I could never be that way with Wolf Boy. When I first started performing for Wolf Boy, everything was fine. I did what I wanted to do and he enjoyed it. Over the course of time, he has become more and more demanding. Lately, at the end of each performance, he tells me what he expects next week. He also started asking me personal questions. He asked me what my real name is and where I live. He wanted to know what kind of car I drive. He even told me that he didn't want me performing for anyone else.

I always managed to avoid his questions but it still made me uncomfortable, so I mentioned it to Heidi. She listened in on the performance and when he started up with the questions, she interrupted by coming on the speaker and reminding him of the rules. He was furious. I heard him slam something into the window. I thought for sure he was going to break through. A few minutes later, the green light went off. He had exited the room.

The following week, I was a little nervous about performing for him. He didn't ask any questions. He was completely silent. This made me even more uncomfortable so I couldn't even get off. I ended up having to fake it. With all my years with Mike, I was pretty good at faking it. After it was over, the green light went off and I went to the back to get dressed. When it was time for me to leave, Heidi stopped me and said that she insisted that the bouncer, Felix, drive me home. I told her how far it was, but she said it didn't matter. She was concerned for my safety. She had Demetri, her nephew, follow in my car so it wouldn't be left at the club.

On the ride home, Felix let it slip that Wolf Boy had left a mess in his room. Not the typical bodily fluid mess that you would expect in a place like that. It was clothes. There were shredded shirts and pants tossed around the room. The clothes smelled like dog. Heidi was very disturbed by it. When I got home, she called and told me that she was revoking his membership and said that if I saw anything strange I should alert the authorities. She said she would be willing to work with the police to give them his personal information - that way I could get a restraining order placed on him if I needed to. I assured her that that wouldn't be necessary.

I could just imagine how that conversation would go. 'Hi Chief Swan, your precious daughter, Bella, has been masturbating in front of this psychopath for the past five and a half months and now he won't leave her alone. Will you please help her get a restraining order?' First he would kill the guy, then he would kill Heidi, and then he would kill me!

Things on the home front have changed for the better. I took Shy Boy's advice and dumped Mike. He acted like he never saw it coming. He couldn't even see that we had a problem. I finally got mad and told him that I wanted a boyfriend that wanted to spend more time with me than with his mother. He didn't like that much. Thankfully he dropped it before I had to break down and tell him that during our three year long relationship he had only given me five orgasms and those were only because I had been fingering myself in the bathroom to give myself a head start before letting him in my pants. This is the absolute last time I am going to date a guy that can't get me off without my help. I would settle for a poor guy that has no job if he could give me earth shattering orgasms three nights per week. I sat down at my computer and burned a copy of my angry sex playlist for Shy Boy.

Since I didn't have to rush up to Seattle on Monday to perform for Wolf Boy, I decided to head to Port Angeles to see my friend, Kate. She worked at the lingerie store, Intrigue, where I bought most of my outfits. While I was there, I picked up a leather wrist band that I thought Shy Boy would like. It wasn't kinky or anything, it was stylish.

Kate was trying really hard to patch things up with her boyfriend Garrett. She told me about her boss setting her up with a good looking guy named Edward. They went out to dinner and ran into Garrett who was out on a date with a lady named Tanya. From the way Kate described her, I was pretty sure that it was the same Tanya from the club. She was a skank. She was pretty but cold as ice and would fuck anything for money. I didn't tell Kate, but I was pretty sure Garrett was paying her to go out with him. Hopefully he was only paying for the escort service, not the sex. Who knows where those parts have been. The more I thought about it the more I wondered how Garrett met Tanya. I hope he's not a club member. That would be embarrassing!

Kate told me that her date, Edward, had some pretty good advice about how I should deal with my crush on Mr. Cullen. He suggested that I put myself in a situation where I was going to have to deal with Mr. Cullen on a professional level. Maybe then, he would notice me and start talking to me, instead of me trying to work up the courage to talk to him. I thought that was really nice that some random guy would give advice like that. He doesn't even know me or Mr. Cullen.

On Wednesday, Jasper stopped by to visit while I was helping color a banner for the upcoming Valentine's Day Dance. I was on my hands and knees with pink paint on my hands when he walked up behind me. He didn't say anything at first. I don't know how long he stood there behind me, but suddenly I felt a warm sensation between my legs and a flutter in my stomach. I turned to see Jasper, Emmett, and Mr. Cullen standing directly behind me with their mouths hanging open.

"Hey, Jasper! Did you come to help paint?" I asked sitting up on my knees and arching my back to stretch.

"Darlin' if you keep movin' like that, I'll help you with anything you want!" He winked.

I blushed, "Oh, Jasper, you are incorrigible! Seriously, I have to finish painting this sign before I leave today. They're hanging it in the gym tomorrow for the dance on Friday. Do you think you can spare a few minutes and give me a hand?"

Emmett piped up and said, "Sorry, Bella, I have to head out to practice but these two would love to help you. Wouldn't you, guys?" Emmett smacked Mr. Cullen on the shoulder so hard that he almost fell over, on top of me. Not that I would have minded that one bit.

Mr. Cullen shot a dirty look to Emmet as Jasper piped up. "Sure Bella, we would love to help. What do you want us to do?"

"I have some extra t-shirts in a box behind my desk. They are left over from previous events. Why don't you go though there and see if you can find something to wear. I would hate for you to get your paint on your shirts."

Mr. Cullen nodded his head and said, "Thanks, Bella, that's very thoughtful of you." I swear, my nipples got hard as soon as I heard him say my name.

They went over and dug through the box. Once they each found a t-shirt, they took off their nice button down shirts and pulled the t-shirts over their heads. Mr. Cullen had his back to me when he peeled his shirt off. He was wearing an undershirt. He pulled that off too. I watched the muscles in his back ripple as he pulled the t-shirt over his head. Damn! I need some of that! The t-shirt fit him snugly. It was a work of art.

Jasper turned and caught me gawking at Mr. Cullen and gave me a wink. I blushed and he laughed. Thank god he didn't say thing about it. I would have absolutely died of embarrassment.

"So, Bella, what would you like us to do first?" Jasper asked.

I handed the red paint to Jasper and told him to paint the hearts, while Mr. Cullen and I worked on painting the lettering in pink. Mr. Cullen started working on the letter directly beside mine, so when I finished, I had to come around the back side of him to get to the next letter. This allowed me a spectacular view of his ass. There is no ass in the world nicer that Mr. Cullen's ass. When he finished his letter he had to move around me. I heard Jasper chuckling but I was not sure why. When I looked over at Mr. Cullen, I realized that he had pink paint on the tip of his nose.

"You have paint on your nose." I said pointing to his face.

"Oh, do I?" He said as he pulled the front of his t-shirt up and used it to wipe his face. Holy Shit! He has beautiful abs! If he would have made a single sound, I am sure I would have came right there on the spot!

Jasper snickered. When I turned away from Mr. Cullen to look at Jasper, he pointed to the corner of my mouth indicating that I needed to wipe the drool off. I reached up to wipe and then realized that there was nothing there. Jasper snickered again and I blushed.

"So, Bella, how did you end up being the one to make the banner for the dance?" Mr. Cullen asked me as he got back to work painting.

"I was at the wrong place at the wrong time, I guess." I said as I switched places with him again. "They were looking for chaperones for the dance. Ms. Stanley had overheard someone talking about the fact that I broke up with Mike, so she mentioned to the group that I might not have plans for that night." I said in a flat voice.

"That's shitty!" Jasper said, "How would she know if you had plans or not? Maybe you broke up with Mike because you found someone better. Maybe you were going to spend Valentine's Day wrapped in satin sheets, licking chocolate sauce off of each other's bodies. Maybe it's none of her damn business what you are doing on Valentine's."

I could have hugged Jasper for that. "Thanks, Jasper, I appreciate the vote of confidence but unfortunately she was right. I don't have any plans and I don't have anyone special to lick anything off of, so when they asked me if I would chaperone, I said ok. I thought all I would have to do was put on a dress and show up to keep kids from making out on the dance floor. I didn't realize it meant that I was now part of the decorating committee as well as chaperone. Each committee member is responsible for doing a different part. We drew papers out of a hat. I ended up with the banner."

"Well, I think it is very nice of you to volunteer to do this for the kids, even if it wasn't intentional. There's not a lot for kids to do in this town. They look forward to going to the dances." Mr. Cullen said.

We finished the banner and cleaned up our mess in no time. I was relieved to get it done but I was disappointed because now I had no excuse to hang out with Mr. Cullen and Jasper. I thanked them for their help and wished them good night as we all walked out to our cars. Jasper and Mr. Cullen were riding together. Jasper told me that they were neighbors so they rode together sometimes.

When I went to bed that night, I had dreams of spreading pink body paint all over Mr. Cullen then my dream changed and the paint was chocolate and I was licking it off. Next the dream changed and we were at the dance and we were dancing together to a slow romantic tune that I didn't recognize. The dream shifted again and we were dancing naked in the center of the gym floor covered in body oil and rose petals. The petals were sticking to our bodies giving the impression that we were wearing clothes. Then the dream shifted and the rose petals were making designs on our bodies. I woke up before my alarm went off and realized that the TV was still on and it was tuned to a channel that was talking about how parade floats are made out of flowers and other natural materials.

It was Thursday, my day to see Shy Boy. Well, not exactly see him, but you get the picture. I took a shower and grabbed something to wear. I also had to pick my outfit for the night. I usually left directly from school and drove straight to Seattle. Once I was there, I would grab something for dinner then head to the club to start getting ready.

I managed to get out of school right when the bell rang. I missed the traffic, and made it to the club faster than usual. Once I was dressed and ready, I sat in the dressing room with some of the other performers to wait until show time. Most of the performers were women, but there were two men.

One of the men, Caius, only did solo performances. Most of his clients were gay men. He liked it that way. The other, Marcus, worked with a few of the female performers, but occasionally he worked alone. Both of the men were good looking. Tonight, both of them were there. Marcus was going to be performing with a lady named Jane that I barely knew. Caius was going to be performing in the solo room at the back, while I had my usual solo room in the front.

Marcus and I had become pretty good friends over the last few months. He told me that he has been doing performances for the past two years. He started at a club in California. He moved to Washington to follow his wife who is a doctor. He told me that he was an attorney by day and a performer by night. His wife knew that he performed with the other women. She did all the medical screening on the women personally, so she would know that he was safe. He told me that he always wore a condom when doing a performance, just in case. You can never be too safe when it comes to things like that.

Jane got there a few minutes later. She asked me if I could help her with her hair. While I was helping her, we started talking. She told me that she only performed once a month when she had some big bills to pay. She said she got quite a lot of money performing with Marcus. She said that even when she split the money with him, her share was more in one night than she made working three nights by herself. I was surprised. I didn't realize people were willing to pay that much more money to watch something like that.

"So, do you have to do anything really kinky?" I asked.

"No, not at all. Usually I just start by myself, like I would any other solo performance, then he steps in and joins me. He is very intuitive. He seems to know just how I want him to move and how fast to go without me having to say a thing. It comes naturally. He also has great stamina, so I don't have to worry about him getting off too fast. He can hold out until I am ready for him." Jane said as she finished her makeup.

"Hey Jane, are you almost ready in there?" Marcus said through the dressing room door. "We go on in 5."

I looked up at the clock. Shit! I didn't realize it was that late already. I took the back halls over to the prop room to grab the large black rubber sheet I found in there last week and headed to my room. As I opened the door, I was relieved that the green light was not on yet. I spread the sheet out on the floor in front of the window and sprinkled it with red rose petals.

I was going all out tonight. Valentine's Day was coming, so I wanted this one to be special. Along with my black rubber sheet covered in red rose petals, I also had a small table and a chair. On the table, was my iPod and docking station, two candles, a glass of red wide, and a few extra long stemmed roses in a vase. I also had a few towels to clean myself up with and a lighter to light the candles. Those were off to the side, out of view. I saw the green light come on, so I lit the candles and tossed the lighter over with the towels before pressing the button to open the curtain. There was a delay from the time I pressed the button to the time the curtains opened, so I had a quick moment to take a seat at the table.

I was wearing an elegant looking long red satin negligee that was spit on both sides clean up to my hips. It had a low plunging neckline and was backless. The back dropped so low, you could almost see the top of my ass. It was revealing, but classy.

The curtains opened. I pulled one of the roses out of the vase and took a big whiff, for effect. "Are you there, Shy Boy?"

"Yes" his smooth velvety voice rang out from the speaker. "I'm here."

"I thought we would celebrate Valentine's a little early this year. I have left a few presents for you. Do you see them on the table?"

When I first got here and started setting up my room, I went around to the viewing room. I placed the rest of the bottle of wine, and a wine glass on the table with a red rose. I also left the CD I made for him and the bracelet.

"I didn't expect this. Thank you." He sounded pleased.

"I didn't label the CD, just in case it would get you in trouble. It's the music from last week. The bracelet also reminded me of last week. I thought you would like it."

"I love it. Thank you so much. I just put it on. It looks good and fits me perfectly."

I smiled. "Good, now pour yourself a glass of wine and we shall have a toast." I said raising my glass.

He had apparently turned the microphone over, so it stayed on, because I could hear the sounds of the wine pouring into the glass. I walked over to the window, "To good friends, good health, and secret Valentines."

The voice in the speaker said, "Cheers."

I clinked my glass with the window at the same time I heard his glass do the same. I took a sip of my wine. It was good, so I took another sip. I walked back over to the table and started the music. This time, I was playing all classical music. These were soothing passionate pieces that I loved dearly. I glided across the floor humming along with the music. This was not a choreographed dance. This was just me, enjoying myself. I drank my wine as I danced. When I passed back by the table, I dropped off my empty glass.

"I wish I could refill your glass." Shy Boy said.

"Oh, no thank you. I am limited to one glass of wine. Anything more will make me sleepy and we can't have that. Not tonight." And I winked at the window.

I heard him chuckle. "No, not tonight."

I heard him pour himself another glass. As I continued to dance, I could have sworn I could hear him dancing along with me. This made me smile. I pictured Mr. Cullen dancing by himself around a loveseat in a dark room with a glass of wine in one hand and a long stemmed rose in the other. That would be a sight to see. I briefly wondered what he would think if he could see me now. Would he be shocked? Would he be disgusted? Would he be offended? Or would he be turned on? Yes, that is the reaction I was going to focus on. In my own fantasy world, I am going to imaging that Mr. Cullen would be turned on if he could see me.

Thinking about Mr. Cullen being horny made my nipples hard. Remembering the way the muscles in his back moved and the sight of his beautiful six pack abs as he lifted his shirt to wipe his face, had me running my hands over the smooth satin fabric that covered my skin. I continued to caress myself and move to the music until the song changed.

During the interlude, I slid the negligee over my head and tossed it to the side. I was now completely naked. I picked up one of the long stemmed roses and one of the long taper candles. I got these from Kate while I was at the lingerie shop. They were made of special wax that wouldn't burn you when dripped on your skin.

I took my place in the center of the black rubber sheet covered in rose petals. I smelled the rose and let the petal glide smoothly along my lips, across my cheek, down my neck and further down my chest circling my nipple with the soft petals. I moved the rose out of the way and let the wax drip on my nipple as I moaned and touched myself.

I could hear Shy Boy's breath hitch in the other room. He liked this. I knew he would. I let the rose caress its way to the other breast to circle the nipple. I followed it with the wax, just like before. This time, when I moaned, I heard Shy Boy moan with me. I continued this path of rose then wax across my stomach, across my neck, across my hip, and up my thigh. With each new body part, Shy Boy was sounding more and more aroused. As I slid the rose between my legs and let it glide across my wet folds, I heard Shy Boy say, "Oh god, yes!"

I could hear movement from the other room. He was stroking himself and it sounded like he was getting close. As the wax dripped across my soaking pussy, I let out a loud moan. I was breathing heavy and flushed with my arousal. I could hear Shy Boy say, "Oh God, Izzy, I can't wait much longer. Touch yourself. Cum with me baby!"

The desperation in his voice had me teetering on the edge. I blew out the candle and used the thicker bottom part to fuck myself with one hand while I stroked my clit with the other. It wasn't long before I was screaming out in pleasure and Shy Boy was screaming right along with me.

When he finally caught his breath, Shy Boy said, "That was incredible. You look so beautiful with rose petals in your hair. This is the best Valentine's I have ever had. Thank you for making it special for me."

I smiled, "Happy Valentine's, Shy Boy!" I could hear him moving around in the viewing room and curiosity got the better of me so I asked, "Shy Boy, are you still in there?"

"Yes, I'm right here."

"What are you doing?"

"Cleaning up my mess." He said with a soft laugh.

"You know they pay people to do that, don't you?" I said as I started

"I know. I'm just not comfortable with them seeing my… mess like this. I would rather clean it up and leave the dirty towels for them to wash."

"That's very considerate of you." I said. "I bet you are the kind of guy that keeps his house clean too, aren't you."

"Guilty as charged. I'm not obsessed with it or anything. I just don't see any point in just leaving things lying around."

"That's good to know. My ex-boyfriend was a pig."

"Ex? So you dumped the guy?"

"Yes. It was the best thing I have ever done."

"Have you found a new guy yet?"

"I have my eye on one at my day job. I am working on it." I said dreamily.

"Well, good luck… I guess."

We said good night and I cleaned up my own mess. Thankfully the wax came right off of my skin, so I didn't have to scrub too hard. The drive back to Forks was long, as usual. Heidi always paid me in cash, so I stayed very alert on the drive home. I didn't want to pull up to an intersection and have some guy try to rob me.

As I was passing through Port Angeles, I pulled up to an intersection beside a nice silver Volvo. I turned to check out the driver and saw that it was Mr. Cullen. He had just pulled out of a gas station and was opening a Coke. My heart jumped. What if he saw me? What if he recognized me? Would he say anything? Should I pretend not to notice him? What is he doing in Port Angeles at this hour?

I felt myself getting irritated. Doesn't he realize we work tomorrow? Shouldn't he be at home in bed like every other teacher at that damn school? Wait a minute… Why am I getting so upset about him being out late on a school night when I am doing the same thing? Well, not exactly the same thing. He is out getting gas while I am out… working.

He should still be at home though! The light turned green and he pulled away. I let him get in front of me so I could watch him drive. Staring at the back side of his car is not half as nice as staring at the backside of him, but it'll do.

Before I realized what I was doing, I had followed him all the way to his house. He pulled into the driveway and I almost pulled in too. I saw him get out of the car and walk quickly toward the door so I drove on past the house and headed home.

Ok, I learned three things this evening: one- Mr. Cullen goes out late on school nights; two- Mr. Cullen lives in a nice house and I know where it is; and three- Mr. Cullen is totally oblivious to the cars around him when he is driving late at night.

A/N: Happy Tuesday everyone! I hope everyone enjoys this week's dose of Naughty Secrets. Next week you will learn why Mr. Cullen is totally oblivious to the cars around him! He-he-he!

NoWayWithWords (Vicki) is a lifesaver deluxe! She read this chapter several times to check for quality! (or so she says…. Hmmm!)

This story is not for people that offend easily. If you are offended by graphic sex or bad language, this is not the story for you. This is also not appropriate for young teenagers. I strongly advise parents to look closely at what your kids are reading. You never know what kind of shit they are going to pick up on the internet!

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