CHAPTER 5 - Welcome to the jungle
She slipped the key in the lock, she was about to turn it but clearly she heard the resonant voice of her roommate probably on the phone.
"Sammieeee!".
On the third call she noticed that someone was finally turning the handle.
A few seconds later she found herself in front of that weird woman who she knew so well with the phone to her ear and mouth curved into a smile.
When she entered (after receiving a sound pat on her butt), she smelt something great.
She threw the bag and the jacket on the couch, pulling off her uncomfortable shoes. She went into the bathroom, intending to take a quick shower, it was really too hot outside and she was in urgent need of refreshment.
When she finished, she wrapped herself in a soft white robe, her brown hair pretty wet. She approached Sammie in the kitchen. The latter had her back turned, facing the stove...From the phone resting on the kitchen table, she realized that she had finished speaking. She approached her, peeking at what she was cooking.
"I adore you, you know?".
Sammie smiled "I adore you more, honey, believe me. So, how was your afternoon?" she dipped a finger into the sauce and sucked it greedily "What have you been up to?".
"Well, nothing...Pretty boring day, to tell the truth".
Her friend nodded.
"And you, Sammie?".
"Fred just called me, do you remember him? The one tall and very rich...The five houndred bills are in the drawer, by the way".
Her face lit up "How many times have I told you today that I love you?".
"You know, it's never enough...".
She pressed a hasty kiss on her cheek before sitting in the little wooden table in the kitchen.
"It's ready".
Sammie sat down beside her, putting the fragrant result of her work at the center of the table. She served both quickly and they began to eat. Sammie turned on the TV, turning up the volume. Allison, since the program wasn't interesting at all, couldn't help but get lost in her thoughts.
Fortunately or unfortunately, it depended on the point of view, that Thursday she hadn't yet had any customer.
'Not a problem, last week I went really well...'.
The old man, the bespectacled young man, that guy with the pink panties and the cripple...Inevitably, she lingered on him.
She couldn't remember exactly what was his name, something like Bouse or Nouse, but, she didn't know why, she remembered his features. Usually, it didn't ever happened. Every time she left the house of her clients, she tried to remove completely all the details, including their faces.
Yet, the face of that doctor was printed in her mind.
Perhaps for his eyes...Those eyes of that strange color, a mixture of ice and blue. And not only for their extraordinary beauty, but especially for what she saw inside. They were strange, she had no idea why, but she couldn't read them...And she was very good at that.
When she was with other men, she could understand, looking into their eyes, If they were having fun or not, and especially what they thought of her...
But with that doctor...Everything had been different.
She didn't know If it was him not letting her see anything at all, or If that impossibility depended on her.
"Allie, do you want another bit of salt? It seems insipid to me".
Allison looked up from her plate, looking at her friend. It was strange to be called that way, anyone did it anymore, everyone called her Evy, except for Sammie.
"No thank you, it's good".
They went back to sit in silence, each lost in their own thoughts.
And Allison, without reason, thought back to the doctor's eyes...and everything else.
She focused her gaze outside the window, with the jar of ice cream resting on the windowsill.
"Oh. My. God!".
She turned abruptly to Sammie, still standing in front of the TV with a spoon for the ice cream in hand, her mouth wide open. Allison went to her.
"What's wrong?".
"'Sabrina' is on air right now!".
"Are you crazy? ! For a moment I thought something serious had happened! Do you get so excited for a movie?".
Sammie smiled jumping on the couch, stealing the jar of ice cream.
"My dear, there are few things in life that send me into fibrillation, and an old movie with Audrey Hepburn and Humphrey Bogart is one of those. You have to appreciate these little delights, little girl".
Allison felt a shiver down her spine, she closed her eyes for a second before sitting down next to her friend, putting the spoon into the jar of ice cream "And what's this movie about?".
The punch on her shoulder was too strong, considering that her shoulder was big half the hand of Sammie. She massaged the sore spot, pouting.
"Where the heck do you live? !".
"I've been your roommate for three years, your question doesn't make any sense, you know?".
Sammie glared at her while Allison smirked.
"What? I was simply pointing out the paradox constituted by you asking your own roommate where does she live".
A second punch, softer than the first.
"You cannot never have seen 'Sabrina', it's...It's romantic, funny, unreal, and that's what you need to not think about our work".
Allison smiled amused by this romantic side of her friend "Wow. I'm impressed Sammie, really, not only because you punched me, but because you love a corny movie".
Sammie smiled, approaching Allison to take her by the arm as If what she was about to say was an important and shameful secret "'Sabrina' is the daughter of the Larrabee family's servants. In the beginning, she's in love with David, the young second son; once she returns from Paris, she falls in love with his older brother, Linus, and eventually they find themselves on the ship that is bringing her back to Paris, embraced and happy".
"Oh...A story unlikely, in practice".
Sammie pushed her away and she smiled. She grabbed her by the arm again, forcing her to look at the TV "Oh God, this is the most beautiful scene. She observes from the tree David dancing with another girl" she laughed "You two have the same expression!".
Allison shivered, it was true, it was very unreal as the situation, especially since she didn't believe in coincidences and that was the second time that someone made that comparison.
She hadn't understood immediately the thing about the scar, but she opted not to tell him, he didn't seem very willing to dialogue; but now that she was following him into his bedroom and saw him leaning heavily on his right side, she understood what was the problem.
He turned on the light, she remained a few steps behind him, yet she had no clear plan of attack. He pulled his shirt over his head and she looked at the red t-shirt he wore beneath.
'He's got style...'.
She smiled, she liked the little oddities of life. She made that smile disappear quickly when she saw him turning to her, his gaze serious, his eyes went far beyond the simple observation, they were studying.
She believed to see him grinning, just before he took a few bills from his pocket and threw them on the nightstand, putting the cane nearby.
"You can avoid to kiss me goodnight when you leave, I won't pay you an extra for that".
This time she was sure she saw him grinning when he looked up at her.
"Audrey Hepburn had your same expression, climbing up a tree to interpret Sabrina".
"Do you like games?".
"Only those with a joystick and a TV...Do not even think about it".
She approached him, neither too slowly nor quickly, but she managed not to get noticed. She took off the heels noting the lack of that equal height that gave comfort with him. She was used to being looked at, in every way, from the lascivious to the most inconvenient, so it bothered her that he wasn't doing it...
He sat down on the bed. She approached him, she had no time to complete the journey that he took her by the hips.
He wasn't lying about the fact that he wouldn't have spoken.
Without too much concern, he unbuttoned the lower buttons of her blouse, kissing her on her flat belly, itchy, and that moment, as always, she found it nauseating...
But it was weird, everyone tried to kiss her at the beginning, she was annoyed about it, usually she knew what scheme to follow to avoid it. But he was messing up everything.
She closed her eyes when she found herself with her back against the mattress, with his tongue that ran through her abdomen while her hands moved from his neck to his hair tangled in a mess; he jerked away with his lips, she heard his short breath (it was a familiar sound when the room became dark).
He peered at her with lips parted, frowning, she understood perfectly well that he hadn't yet fully accustomed to her presence there. He quickly pulled his red t-shirt off; he had a beautiful body all in all, it was not an athletic young and handsome, but he had a toned body. She stretched out her hands on the waistband of his jeans, but he pushed them away in a nervous gesture, blocking them on the sides of her face.
'Ok...Do everything on your own...'.
He went with his tongue down her neck, between the hollow of her breasts to her navel; she expected him to go more down, she knew how it worked, but to her surprise he went up, quickly, to her neck. He paused for a moment, his stubble scratched her neck.
He bit her.
He bit her on the point where the shoulder meets the neck, not with anger or ravenous desire, just a kiss with the addition of his incisors.
He took her by surprise, she liked it, a nervous moan escaped from her mouth...
He quickly covered her mouth with his thumb, snorting against her neck, no, about the no talking thing he wasn't joking at all.
She was short of breath, in a short time, he moved away throwing himself against the back of the bed; Allison closed her eyes suddenly, there was something wrong and, sh!t, If he sent her away now...She could forget the three hundred dollars on the nightstand.
The sharp sound of a drawer closing, she rised on her elbows too late to understand what was happening, she saw him recline his head back. She had to do something.
She got up and reached him crawling on the bed, it got his attention, his eyes following her every movement; he smiled. Now she knew that he wanted her.
She kissed his abs, going up with her tongue on an imaginary line that started from his navel to the neck. She kissed him and bit him from time to time. She moved away, this time to take off her skirt, then returned to his skin, going down with her hands on his belt.
She had to remove her lips from him to finish undressing him, since he didn't seem to want to cooperate, to be honest, it didn't matter. She looked up to his eyes.
They stared at each other.
She swallowed hard, something strange, almost frightening behind his cerulean irises. She didn't know what.
She looked away, she slipped off his pants and he approached her quickly, taking her face with one hand. It scared her, she instinctively moved away, he grinned and dragged her to him by her thighs.
Back with his lips on her neck, grabbing her by the hips, and then his hands on her back, quickly to the hook of her bra, while his lips bit the front of the fabric.
She moaned again, louder, and again his thumb on her lips.
He pushed her against the mattress, she felt the swish of the fabric of his boxers, that familiar sound (perhaps too familiar) of crumpled plastic, and again the tongue that went up to her breasts.
She flinched at that strange feeling against her left thigh.
His right hand quickly touched her back, luring her to him, he lingered on the edge of her slip; Allison closed her eyes.
'Please, don't tear it off, don't tear it off. They cost $9.99. Please, don't tear it off'.
He slipped it off, gently, without being in a hurry and she sighed relieved before circling his neck with her arms. She felt his hands on her hips, firmly, before slipping in her quickly.
She arched her back at the first thrust and his lips were stuck to her ear like a shadow, grinning...
"Come on, little girl...".
It annoyed her, the bastard, she crossed her legs behind his back and went to meet him before he could do it himself. She knew how to do her work...
And this time she cheered for the sigh that escaped him. She scratched his back with her nails and felt his muscles tense, but not how she was used to, they were tense almost to the point of spasm, nervous...If muscles can be.
The thrusts were fast, almost arrogant on his part, and Allison wanted to do something to make him stop, relax, meet her...
He pushed him back against the back of the bed, smiling, knowing that he expected it from a professional; sensual movements of her fingers stroked his abs while slowly she began to make slow circles with her hips. She kissed him on his ear, biting and licking, increasing slightly her movements. His hands became stronger on her hips while her breasts touched barely his chest. She felt his stubble on her earlobe, snorting...
"Faster".
It wasn't a suggestion, she hardly received tips on her job, but as you know...The customer is always right.
She tightened her legs around his waist, she tortured his neck because it was a safe territory, she had never found one who didn't like it. One of his hands ended up on her butt, the other holding her firmly, located at the base of her neck, between her shoulders.
The thrusts sped up, his body didn't seem to relax, always short of breath and pressing against her neck, his hands always on her...
He pushed her against the mattress while observing her body, he was catching his breath, he pushed in her touching her breasts with his skin; his stubbly chin marked her between her breasts with invisible scratches. Back to the neck...He had to like it a lot.
She had to make sure that he collapsed and quickly, If possible, because Allison knew that it was the easiest way to end that evening, going back home and relaxing with a nice hot shower, but he seemed like a tough guy...In many ways to tell the truth.
She scratched his back again and he slipped a hand to lift her butt, pushing his pelvis against hers, making her moan, but this time she was faster. She took his hand, biting his thumb, and then kissed it, catching his attention, moving her tongue in ways that went well beyond the lewd and unseemly; and he had to like it a lot because she felt him shiver.
The last thrusts were the strongest, most powerful, and he didn't remove his thumb from her lips. She observed him closing his eyes for a moment after closing any distance between them.
He took her by the shoulders, made her arch her back after another thrust; he let her moan this time, listening carefully.
He reached her ear, scraping her neck along the way.
Allison closed her eyes, letting go, she couldn't help herself.
So her hold on him became firmer, she threw her head back, abandoning any kind of defense, the last shred of control she had over the situation.
He won.
She was the first to surrender, and although inwardly she begged herself to be silent, she wasn't able to shut the cries of pleasure with the latest thrusts.
If nothing else, it was too much for him too...
She still felt his hands on her shoulders, his face away from her for a couple of inches, she observed him. Just for a moment, his face seemed more relaxed, then he opened his eyes. Sighing, he grinned, apparently he did it often, or maybe that was his way to smile. He moved away slowly, too slowly, and collapsed on the bed, closing his eyes; she supported herself on her elbows, studying him better: only his head was resting against the back of the bed, on a pillow, the blanket covered him only in part, and all in all it wasn't a bad view.
She sat down moving her hair behind her shoulders, it was hot; she frowned again.
His right hand ran quickly on the right thigh, a strangled breath. Instinctively, she approached him.
He opened his eyes suddenly, that brilliant blue. She moved to him. He grinned. His index finger on the lips, a sign for silence, his eyes half-closed. She tried again.
He stopped her with his eyes; a nod to the nightstand...
She looked down, slowly slipping away from the sheets.
She sighed nervously, turning to the TV, captured by the dreamy look of Sammie along with the falsely naive one of Audrey Hepburn looking at the sky...
- Sabrina: 'Oh, but Paris isn't for changing planes, it's... it's for changing your outlook, for... for throwing open the windows and letting in... letting in la vie en rose'.
- Linus: '[sadly] Paris is for lovers. Maybe that's why I stayed only thirty-five minutes'.
A shiver ran down her spine, too much real fiction, too fast.
But, after all, she liked Linus...
TBC...