A SLAP ON THE ASS
(Something Addictive: Part 6)
Even after walking out on her and the head hauncho--Reba had not been able to shake the feeling that she'd hear from George again. She just hadn't expected it to be in the form of a peace offering in the middle of the night.
"She's precious George, she really is, but my husband won't let her stay here."
"I thought he was gone."
"He is, but I just got a phone call. He didn't say anything, but I know it was him by the number."
"What do you suggest I do with her? They don't let puppy dogs sleep over at the hotel."
"You should have thought of that before you bought her."
"Look. I saw her in the pet window over on Brattle. The vet said he couldn't keep her much longer, that she needed a home right away.
"What were you doing at the vet's?"
I was headed over to Emerson Hall. I saw her in the window wiggling her fat little butt. I swore she had your name on her collar."
"Look George. It's sweet of you. It really is, but all I need right now is one more problem to deal with. GO. You gotta get out of here."
"As I see it Reba, you've only got two problems and they are standing right in front of you. But let's take one at a time--what about me?"
Leading her back to the sofa he spotted the wine on the coffee table. "Got another glass?"
"Over there if you can find a clean one."
Refilling Reba's glass, he poured one for himself. "Look Reba, I was only trying to say I'm sorry for this afternoon."
Running her fingers through Fluffy's hair with one hand, she reached out with the other and squeezed George's hand. Fluffy licked her tears away as fast as they fell.
"George. I forgive you. You couldn't help it. When it comes to work, you tend to get emotional and carried away. It doesn't help that I do the same thing."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
The lock clicked and Reba trembled. "Oh no, it's my husband. You've got to get out of here."
Sweeping Fluffy up in one hand, he told her, "I'll go out the back, down the street and come back and wait for you in the car."
Hiding George's glass under the sofa and shoving paper plates and cartons into the deli bag, she composed herself. Before she could say hello, he demanded, "Who's parked out front?"
"John. Aren't you even going to say hello?"
"Yeah, sure. Hello," he slurred, looking through her mail on the desk, "I asked you, who's parked out front?"
"It's a rental, belongs to a co-worker who dropped something off for me . . . he's down the street. Are you here to discuss OUR unfinished business?"
"Yeah, but not tonight, I'm going to bed, we'll talk tomorrow, I'm beat."
"Bed? We're separated, you're shacking up with your girlfriend, and you waltz in here to go to bed?"
"Oh, come on Reba, it's a long drive out to Quincy. Besides, I've only a few hours in the morning to talk to you and then I'm flying out of here for a convention in Las Vegas."
"Well, fly out of this room, right now. Anything I have to say to you will come in a letter from my lawyer. "
"Hey, baby, I like you like this. Finally getting some backbone, huh? I wonder if it'll turn you a wild cat in bed?"
"You disgust me John. Get out of here." Grabbing her he carried her kicking and screaming into the bedroom where in drunken rage he threw her on the bed and pinned her down. "Fight me, and you'll regret it. I'm tired of all your shit!"
Struggling, she picked up her land-line phone to call the police. When her tried to take it away from her, she hit him over the head, grabbed her purse off the dresser, and ran out of the house to find George's car just about to pull away from the curb.
Flinging the door open, she climbed in and laid down on the back seat. "He's drunk and threatening me. Step on it. Get me out of here."
Looking at her appearance and the cut on her face he said, "I'd rather put my steel toed boots on and kick his ass. But I'll do what you say. THEN, I'll come back and kill him."
"My God, George, maybe I already did."
"I doubt it. Call him on your cell and see if he answers. If he doesn't, I'll call 911."
On fifth ring he answered, "Reba, is that you? You bitch! I'll get you for this."
Reaching in the back seat, her grabbed the phone, turned it off, and growled, "You're staying with me Reba. I don't want you anywhere near the bastard. Tomorrow I'll go with you downtown and you can get a restraining order on him."
"I feel so embarrassed George. This is humiliating."
"How long has he been treating you like this."
"Since he started drinking hard a few years ago. I know it sounds bad, but he's doesn't hurt me when he's sober. It's not as bad as it looks right now."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Back at the Charles, Reba was able to get a room with a balcony over looking the river. George got one across the hall from her. She bought toiletries and few things from the hotel gift shop and went on up to her room while George went back to the valet area and put Fluffy in
his gym bag.
"Are you okay Reba?" he asked placing the puppy in her arms.
"Yes, I just need a minute to calm down. I'm sorry the way I acted. When John's like that it throws me into a panic attack. I can't help it."
"I understand. If he calls back, don't answer. Hear me?"
"I'll be okay. John won't think to look for me here. He probably thinks I'll go to my sister's house. That reminds me, I better call and warn her."
"Reba, do me a favor and stay here tomorrow and don't come into work. I'll go in and cover things for you with Tim. He'll understand. He had an alcoholic brother-in-law that beat up on his sister."
"Are you sure George? I don't like the idea of mixing up my personal life into my professional life."
"Look, Tim will understand. He can be a pain in the ass but when it comes to this kind of crap, he's a patron saint."
"Thanks George. You're good to me. But I've got lot of work to get done for him before you fly out."
"You can do the paper work here and he can meet with us as needed."
Giving her a longer embrace than what he intended, he finally kissed her goodnight on the forehead and reluctantly left for the night.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Next morning Reba took the paper out from under her door and found a picture of her husband glaring back at her on page three.
It showed him being arrested for assault and battery for grabbing the Grand Charles Hotel clerk by the throat and threatening bodily harm.
It turned out that he was able to follow her by the GPS-AP on her I-PHONE; when the desk clerk wouldn't tell him what room Reba was in, he reached across the counter and grabbed him by the tie and threatened to bust him in the face.
Managing to push the alarm under his desk; the clerk summoned security. The police came within minutes and took tape from the surveillance camera that recorded the entire event.
Anxious and eager to share the story with George, she was about to call him when there was a knock on the door. Looking through the peephole, she saw it was George with coffee and a bag of what looked like bakery rolls.
"Can I come in fair lady?"
"Never reject a Greek bearing gifts in, even if it is early. This is so thoughtful of you George."
"How'd you know I was Greek? Well, you know us Greeks and our baklava. Seriously, I thought I better feed you and Fluffy rather than take a chance you'd go down stairs."
"No, I wouldn't dare leave Fluffy in here all alone."
"Yeah, that's right, I forgot about that. I see you made a leash out of the telephone cord."
"Didn't want to take a chance she'd fall off the balcony."
Sitting at the table over coffee, baklava, apple strudel, and orange juice, Reba asked, "What am I gonna do George?"
"Look. Everything is cool. I called Tim and explained the situation. The three of us are going back to Pal Alto in a few days. We'll figure out what to do from there in between getting some work done at the plant."
"I can't do that!"
"Yes, you can. We'll find away."
"Right now, you better get Fluffy back to the vet's."
"I will, but not until after I make love to you."
"George, you're a nut case!"
Tickling her and backing her down on to the bed, he laughed and chided her. "Don't you want that Reba? Tell me you don't want me to do that . . . "
Tickling him back and giggling she said, "Oh, George! Get out of here. I can't deal with this right now. You need to go take care of business and cover my butt with Tim until noon.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
All alone, she suddenly found herself suppressing the urge to cry. She bit her lip and took two aspirins. Her body hurt from John's beating on her the night before and her heart ached. For WHAT she wasn't sure. More pain?
Her sister called to see if she'd gotten through the night okay. Before she hung up she told her, "George Ponopolus is just like every other man I've ever known. When it comes right down to it, all he really wants is to get me in the sack. He's just nicer about it."
Feeling guilty about talking so negative about George, she went out on the balcony to clear her head and cuddle with Fluffy. Even if she was right, she knew she was wrong.
True, she was a strong independent professional woman, but just the same, she'd always believed in the big fairy tale that--somehow, somewhere, someone--would claim her as his own. That perfect man who'd love her and nurture her and be proud to call her his own.
Now, that childish stupid dream seemed more remote than ever. it was beyond repair, and she was glad. It was time to recycle it. No one thought that way anymore. She was probably the only one in in all of Boston dumb enough to believe in it such drivel.
Brushing her teeth she looked in the mirror and mumbled between spiting, "One way or the other, I'm gonna be happy, with or without a man--with or without a puppy. I'll be damned if either man or beast is going to control my life."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
After leaving Reba, George went downstairs for a pack of cigarettes. He didn't normally smoke, but he craved something forbidden and was in no mood to return Fluffy to the vet.
After a short walk along the river, he had enough of all the dirty looks from runners. He threw his cigarettes in the trash and headed back to the hotel where he found an older woman next to his room, struggling with her suitcases and trying to get her key card to work.
Being his usual gentlemanly self, he helped her out by putting her bags back on the unwieldy cart and rolling it into her room.
Looking at him over her glasses, she said, "Sonny, let me give you something for helping me."
"Wouldn't think of it madam. Glad to help out."
"Then how about once I get settled, you coming over for a drink and watch a new porn with me?
Not sure he heard her right, he stared in disbelief. "What did you say?"
Plucking the grey wig off her head and letting her long blond hair cascade over her shoulders, she gave him a come-hither look and repeated herself.
"I asked you if you'd like to come over for a drink and watch a new porn flick with me?
"Ah . . . sure . . . call me when you are ready."
True to her word, she called. When she opened the door with drinks in her hand, he about lost it.
She was a knock out. Stunning in every way from her three-inch stilettos to her movie star face and her shiny straight blond hair that fell half way down her back. She smelled good too.
He pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
Without preliminaries, she popped the movie in. Suddenly he realized who she was and why she traveled incognito. She was the main star in the movie. He'd seen her before. In fact, she was his favorite porn star.
Halfway through she moved from her chair over to the sofa and fed him part of her fruit and almond compote. Close to him like that, they made eye contact. It didn't take rocket science to understand that the chemistry between them was hot and demanded attention.
Suddenly excusing herself she left for the bathroom and came out wearing a white oversized man's dress shirt.
Pouring him another drink, she leaned over and kissed him on the forehead telling him, "I like you sweetie."
Within minutes they were necking on the sofa and he felt confidence surging through him as he
slowly unbuttoned her shirt and found she wore no panties and was pierced in a number of strategic spots. Whispering to her twice, once in each ear he murmured, "Do you favor a man who takes his time, a man with a slow tongue?"
Answering him with a moan, she straddled him naked, putting his hands up to her tiny pink erect nipples encrusted like jewels into her big firm breasts. It didn't take much urging on her part to get him to take them in his mouth and suck them hard while he rubbed her clit.
Within seconds she was screaming like a banshee and shuddered to a climax. Turning around he went into a 69' so he could take care of her below as she took care of him above. By the way she sucked him off, he could tell the roles he'd seen her play in the movies were for real.
She had it all down. The tongue teasing and the hand twisting--the stopping and starting--the driving him stark raving mad as she fucked him right out of his ever-loving mind.
When he came, it was an explosion big enough to make him forget all about his problems.
Giving her a heartfelt kiss, he thanked her, slapped her on the ass and went back to his room with plenty of time left for a nap before he was due at the Charles to have lunch with Tim and Reba.
To Be Continued (Something Addictive: Part 7)