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The Jay , Heidi Chronicles

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The Latino beauty had shown up – no surprise. However, she didn’t go looking for Jay right away, no, there was other men here that she’d found amusing.

Dressed in a oh so short skirt, that resembled a mini-kilt and a almost completely see through top – which exposed her black, lace, push-up bra – she leans into a car through the drivers window.

“So,” She half smirks at the fairly good looking man that was behind the wheel, “Are you going to win tonight?”

“I don’t know,” He brings his face a bit closer to hers, “Am I?”

“It depends,” She runs her tongue over her teeth, “I want to see how you handle this car before I let you cross my finish line.”

Jay had been watching her since she arrived in complete silence; it wasn’t leering or jealous. It was predatory. All ready pumped up by the racing, The young Mexican was getting more and more aggressive as the night wore on. Watching her flirt with other men was just adding to that.

He leaned back against his charger, which had won him 60grand all ready that night, folds his arms and keeps watching.

“Hey now,” Her Brazilian accent, thick and beautiful, cuts through the noise of engines. “No touching,” She stands up straight, hands on hips, and peers at the man still.

“I told you that you’re not getting anything from me until I see how you handle this car.”

He chose is moment well, striding over to her with pure arrogance, he grabbed her ass, in such a way that he brushed up against the wound he had created earlier that day. His other hand moved up her body to the cheek opposite where his head now was and pushed against it, moving her face so she could see him. He, however, didn’t look at her.

“Are you playing with my prize boy?” Jay growled to the man in the car.

Heidi felt a tremble travel throughout her whole body. However, she said nothing, only watched Jay.

“Your prize?” The man laughed a little, “Whatever man.”

“We can race for her if you’d like, but you’d just be wasting fuel,” He smirked, “Even if you win she’s still mine, but you wont win.”

The man looks Heidi over once more, “You’re cute, but you’re not worth racing for.” The car is put in gear and pulls away.

Heidi just growls a little.

“I like it when they run away, pussy” He smirked just a little harder, before letting her go and walking back to his car.

With her long strides, it didn’t take her long to catch up to him.

“Maybe I didn’t want you to chase him away.”

“It wasn’t my intention,” He growls as he tips his head forward and to the side to glance at her over his shoulder, “Can I help it if tonight you’ve flirted with nothing but idiots?”

“Including yourself?” She perks her brows at him, smirking slightly.

“Ah, you didn’t flirt with me” He shrugs.

“I did earlier,” She runs her fingers over the roof of the Charger.

Then your technique needs work” He grabbed her hand and removed it from his car.

“It upsets you when someone touches your car, HM?” She moves so she’s in front of him, “If I can’t touch Escort bayan your car, then what can I touch?”

“You can touch my car when I tell you you can touch my car,” He eyes her, “Until then, you can blow me.”

Brows perk slightly, and she rubs her lips together. Taking a step closer to him, she lowers her voice, “And what happens if I tell you to go blow yourself?”

He slams her up against his car, pinning her tightly and growls into her ear “I will tear you apart.”

“Is that a threat or a promise?” She breathes her words harshly.

“Both” He bites and tears at her earlobe.

She whimpers slightly, mostly out of pleasure, but slightly out of pain.

He lifts up her skirt and feels the bottom of her panties.

“You really like that don’t you?” He breathes into her ear, before his fingers clawed at her inner thigh again.

Her breathing only got harder as she became more and more turned on. She tips her head forward and places a kiss on his collarbone before sinking her teeth into his flesh. He groans at the bite and just pushes against her harder. Opening up the wound the tips of his fingers probe it, making it worse – making it bleed.

He let her go and brings up the finger to her lips, coating the bottom lip before kissing her roughly, using his teeth more then his tongue. She moans loudly and returns the kiss viciously, biting at his lips and tongue. She reaches down and touches her wound – the salt of her skin on it making it hurt worse. She could feel blood sliding over the flesh of her inner thigh.

Not wasting any time, he tears her top open from the bottom – ruining yet another piece of her clothing, and flicking open the clasp to her bra. It took seconds before he was biting her nipples viciously. First he sucked, drawing them into his mouth, before clasping his teeth down on the sensitive skin and tugging. She places one hand on the car for support, and looks downward, watching him inflict the pain upon her

“God you are such a whore,” He growls as he comes up to meet her mouth again.

“Says the wanna be rapist,” She growls a little before practically shoving her tongue down his throat.

His hand works one breast while the other digs into the small of her back. He pulls her lower half forward, leaning down in the kiss and dominating it. Heidi allows him to dominate the kiss, but doesn’t lessen the force she was putting into it. She places on hand on his neck, digging her nails in and dragging them around until she hits his collarbone. Moving one leg between his, she rubs her thigh against his. A moan escapes his lips softly, fingers digging into flesh harshly and dragging.

She breaks the kiss, “You’re slacking.”

He glares at her, picks her up around her ass and plants her on the hood of the car. With one quick movement he pulls her underwear from her, spreading her legs apart. First he tongues the wound then starts to bite it. Sucking, biting and licking. His thumb, grabbing onto her outer inner thigh, presses firmly against her clit, Bayan escort fingernail dragging against it occasionally. She does not try to mask how it made her feel and moans loudly, and repetitively. Head tipped back, she sucks her stomach in considerably, and places a hand behind her, to support herself. He did not stop, but a smirked played at the corner of his lips. As his thumb swirled her quite brutally shoves two fingers inside of her. Dragging fingernails against the walls and ramming them in as far as he could go. It was obvious, not only by her moans, but by how wet she was, that she enjoyed it. She places her other hand behind her as well for added support. He stops all of a sudden, removing his hand only to wipe the juices all over her inner thighs. Licking it off he starts to eat her out. Being just as brutal – biting her clit like he did her nipples before fucking her with his tongue.

“Oh my god,” She half-mutters/whimpers. Her arms give out and she ends up laying back, her head resting on the windshield of the car. She places one hand on the back of his head, running it over his closely clipped hair.

He keeps the same movements now putting her fingers against her clit once again barely having to try to send her over the edge. He spreads her wider to get in deeper. She arches her back, and lets out a loud moan. She moves one leg so that it is over his shoulder, while she runs her hand over her breasts and then up to her mouth where she bites down on her finger so that she does not scream like she felt she was going to do. He laps her up as she orgasms, then stands up, pulls her toward him and upward. Kissing her, forcing herself to taste herself. His pants bulged against her thigh. She breathes rapidly and hard though her nose as she returns the kiss. Quickly, she undoes his pants and runs a hand into his boxers, feeling how hard he was, she again moaned, however she did not pleasure him with her hand as she had earlier.

Jay grunts a little into her mouth, then pulls back, “I want your mouth around me” He growls.

Heidi, unlike last time he told her, listens and pushes him away. She makes him turn, so he was against the car. Sinking to her knees, she drags his pants and boxers down just enough so that she could get at him. With her tongue she licks from base to tip before taking him in as far as she could without deep throating.

He tips his head back a little, and moans “Oh god yes”. He thrust into her mouth a little as she does.

She removes him from her mouth and moves hair off of her face. It took her all of a second to pull him back in, and this time she brings him in deeper, enough so that the head of his penis rubbed against the back of her throat. She rests a hand on his very inner thigh, digging her nails in as she bobs her head, drawing him in deeply each time. He grunted, being quite vocal while getting off. He put both of his hand onto her head, tugging at her hair, but not enough to pull it out – just enough to give pain. Lightly, she drags her teeth along the ultra sensitive flesh, though escort she does not let her teeth touch his head, knowing that that was the type of pain that he would not like.

He pulls her away from him, smirking and pulls her to her feet.

Turning her to face the windscreen he bends her over the hood smacks her ass hard and then presses her body against the metal.

With his hands on her hips, he fingers her first before entering her with one long stroke. Hitting her cervix. Instead of him doing most of the work he moved her hips back and forth.

Each thrust caused her to moan. One hand lays flat on the hood of the car, while the other reaches down and she helps get herself off by running her fingers over her clit.

He reaches down and wets his fingers with her own juices. Gently circling her asshole with it and waiting a moment for her to relax before pushing his finger in. He leans down a little, still thrusting into her hard.

“Ever taken it in the ass?” He growls lowly.

She looks at him as best she can while trying to relax her body.

“You can’t do anything to me that I haven’t already had done before,” Her laboured breathing and accent made her words a little hard to under stand.

He growled under his breath in appreciation, before removing his penis – replacing it with his fingers.

He wanted, just once, to hear her scream without stopping herself. So instead of being nice, he forces his way into her asshole.

And scream she does, this time purely out of pain. This wasn’t the first time she’d been in this situation, but she hadn’t been in it enough to be used to it. However she sucked it up quickly and made no protests.

He smiles and moves in and out of her, enjoying the tightness, but still pleasuring her with his fingers.

The pain pushed her completely over the edge and she felt her whole body tighten even more as she came hard, harder than before. Her moans were loud as she had contractions, and she muttered ‘oh god’ over and over in Portuguese. The tightness and the contractions seemed to be the final straw. Jays body went stiff, as he slammed into her the final time. Holding her there as he came, pumping her full of it. He grunted and shuddered.

Heidi let her body go limp, and she tried to regain her breath, which she had lost. She felt violated, yet it was the best sex she had ever had, and she felt herself already anticipating their next interaction, despite the fact that he wasn’t even out of her yet.

He ran a hand down her spine as he pulled out and cleaned himself off using her torn shirt. Moving away from her so she could move freely again. He sat against the edge of the hood and put himself back into his pants.

He watched her for what seemed like a long time, before he shook his head and smirked.

Heidi fixes her skirt as she stands upright, and then snatches her bra, putting it back on slowly.

Her face was flushed, and her breathing was still a bit hard.

He stands up again and kisses her again. Pulling away he smiles.

“Until next time…”

He ran a hand between her legs again and licks off the mixture of blood and cum before heading toward the drivers side of his car. Seconds later the young Mexican peels his car away from th girl, flashing her in a sea of light before speeding away.

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About July 26 it always got really old. Especially on a Saturday. Every summer on the ride home, as they came down the track through Walpole he just got this feeling that ‘hell, school is out and I should be on vacation.’ Not some dumb, squeeze-it-in vacation, three days worrying about all the shit still happening at work, another three at the end worrying about going back to work and maybe a, what, week in the middle to get to know Tom and Annie better, then maybe, if the timing was right, the little punks off at the pool for an afternoon, and her mood was right, then a really great fuck in the middle of the afternoon.

A whole year for that? No. So every day at the end of July he wanted that time machine to take him back to whole summers of -not even the summer job at Kent Pool- but just time to do stuff from, what, June 10th to maybe September 7th or something. Teachers had that but he didn’t like kids enough to teach.

These start ups expected you to pitch in, nights, weekends. This day especially, his last day tweaking the new visual construction medium, the VCM or even the ‘ Viz ‘ as the kids call it. Kids. The company hired them and gave them a good salary, a good one, and, he had to admit, they could crank. You just sketched the algorithm and they were suddenly there, 20 steps ahead, plucking subroutines they could tailor from here and there, asking ‘why couldn’t we’ kinds of questions. No fear of client disapproval. Just do it, and if it bombs, do something else.

He knew why Stephen kept him on. Because he did get the willies when the clients made demands, because he was comfortable in a suit and remembered thin tie days at I’ve Been Moved. He could sit with the clients and listen to their bullshit and tell them what they’d get when they went on-line.

The new ones, like that shining hacker, Peter couldn’t talk at all. Oh, to each other, yes, but then it was not really talking. They’d park in front of a terminal and start bouncing code at each other, “we could, like… and then, like retrofit with this Java Beans.”, and so on.

Even when they talked about life it was TV and it was shorthand. Kid comes in the room where two others are eating Cheetos and watching a soap on the conference room monitor (how they get it to get broadcast?) One says- “So when Spade ate that orange, was that a riot? And other dude says, “Superb. Kick James’s conceited ass.”

“And that dress…”

“Is his mother mad?”

“After the baby was born-“

“Oh, a natural! Way bitching dumb! “

That was the conversation. It would make no sense to ask what it was about because they would screw up their foreheads with that ‘do I really have to go there’ look and start to talk like camp counselors with a dumb camper.

He was useful to them, though. He knew ‘the old stuff.’ They would realize all of a sudden that something had been Done Before, then come running to him for his arcane knowledge. He would point at a book on his library shelf. They would frantically Maltepe Escort pillage it, almost tear the page out, look it him, think better of it, borrow pencil and paper, scribbled down some code, rush out, rush back in a couple of minutes later for ‘some missing stuff’ and rush out again.

Above all, he could clean up their dirty code and let them move on to ‘the good stuff.’

Murray looked out the window of the train at the loft rental sign on the pickle factory next to Walpole station. Almost every time he saw it the thought of quitting popped into his head. Coming out here and setting up in a place like this, cheaper rent, two machines-a Mac and a DOS platform and shopping himself around. His own hours. His own style.

Low-ball it. Never mind attracting new Internet cutting edge nuts. People need logos for crissakes. They just want a personal Web page with a few fancy doodads. Hell, they just want advice. They want ‘is it time yet?’ kind of stuff.

He’d need an assistant. Did he dare ask Marielle? Would she give it a second thought? The sun was full on him now and he was sweating heavily again. God, if he only dared. The thought made his penis twinge. It was a little bit sore. She had been in such a hurry. Ellen had never been that kind of urgent and especially not since the kids. There was that one time after the New Year’s Eve party when she was high and Tad had been feeling her up. They fought in the car on the way home. They screamed. They cried. They made love in the front seat of the Dodge.

Hmmm. Getting horny about two women at once.

Used to be you had to play up to a woman a long time before she said yes. Now they ask you. What a day.

God, it was close and musty in that place, the huge windows along the south side looking out on Summer Street just throwing the heat in. You couldn’t open them. The air-conditioning pushing weakly down from the ceiling.

He was chopping away late, trying to get the buttons to work right in the Cardiac Interactive Diagnostic Analyzer. For some reason they kept winking out whenever you clicked on them.

Marielle was behind him, across Hackers Alley in her cubicle, on the phone with someone. She was eating a tuna sandwich, which he could smell, and she was laughing her head off.

Marielle broke the dress code. Almost everyone, men and women, dressed in jeans. Maybe it was the marketing link but Marielle almost always dressed in black, fashionable black. She even wore skirts. Of course she had to know the stuff so she could explain it to the clients and get their feedback. So she really was very smart, often told him things that got him through an impasse. Hell, she did it for everyone. So she was sort of the webbing that held things together, not a project lead but something better because nobody was phony with her. They said what wasn’t working. She gave them new ideas.

A horse fly settled on his terminal and then went away, buzzed around him again, settled on his Kartal Escort ear. It was like a little devil sent to keep him from finishing his work.

Marielle called out:

“So is he bothering you now? Can you kill him? I’ve got a rolled up magazine if you need it.”

He swiveled around to look at her. Had she set him up? She was still on the phone, tilted way back in her chair, swinging back and forth, her legs restless. She was, what, thirty feet away. The light was from a fluorescent overhead and she was wearing black, but under the black skirt he could pretty much tell she had nothing on.

He quickly turned back to his terminal, mumbling something about having a newspaper. The fly wasn’t around, so he started scanning the code again, looking for the conflict. A huge ‘whack!’ on the filing cabinet behind him made him yell.

“Got him!” Marielle giggled, holding out the magazine with the crushed insect on it.

He was speechless. He continued to be speechless a she crowded in next him, then started playing with his program. She was totally concentrated on it, shifting lines of code.

“There, I think that’s got it. The object was fighting the cursor. One had to give.”

A few keystrokes. Done. Easy as pie. Suddenly he felt very old and very stupid. Then she noticed his hound dog look. So she kissed him on the nose. No overtures. Just did. Then she kissed his mouth. He thought she would stop. She didn’t. The machine’s fan hummed. The traffic outside made its white noise but otherwise the place was so quiet he could hear her breath.

His hands found lives of their own. One clamped on her right breast and its middle two fingers crushed into her nipple. The other slid up the inside of her leg. She began a little dance, squeezing his hand between her thighs. He didn’t want to move too fast but she was pushing herself down onto his fingers. Both his index and second finger slipped in easily. She rode them until his palm was wet.

Papers on his desk began to fall on the floor. She stopped. She thought.

“I know a place.” She whispered.

It was a storage closet out in the corridor next to the women’s room. She almost threw him into it. There were large stacks of copy paper on the floor and he sat on one. She closed the door and it was absolutely dark and very close and maybe a hundred degrees.

He didn’t have to do anything. In a few swift moves she had his trousers down, her skirt up and she had climbed onto him, grinding down hard.

There was no pretense at tenderness. She pushed him. She pulled him. She latched her teeth onto his earlobe. He was very hot, his head like an overstretched balloon. As much as he wanted to relax, just let go, he was hyper conscious of the sounds of the elevator, the air vents, the amazing slick that was coming from Marielle, running down his legs and on to the copy paper.

She scooped up one of her breasts, squeezing it so the nipple was tight and swollen, pushing Kurtköy Escort it back and forth across his face until she found his mouth.

“Bite it! No, bite it hard!” She urged. “Now suck it in!”

As she launched into her climax she crushed his face to her chest so tightly that he could not breathe. She buried her mouth in the top of his head to keep from crying out. He could feel the edges of her teeth on his bald wet scalp. Her hips snapped once, twice, three times and her hot breath bathed the top of his head. But she didn’t stop.

He couldn’t believe it, how she went on and on, flexing in great spasms and then easing off while she whimpered in his ear like a puppy starving for mother’s milk, rocking, pushing and then demanding more, pulling his face into the slippery valley between her breasts, and then finally, unable to keep quiet any longer howling in his right ear until he was deaf.

He passed out before he could come. The darkness was red and there seem to be a slow hot wind blowing. He dreamed of being in a cave in the side of a cliff. He woke up in a hot closet. Marielle was gone.

There were voices in the corridor, as he stood up, shaky. He tried to pull his pants up and staggered forward into the dark cracking his head against the edge of a shelf. Finally, he realized there must be a light and he felt around for the switch. He managed to get himself almost presentable with the help of his distorted image in a coffee urn. The stack of paper was streaked with stains. He picked up a tape dispenser and left.

When he got to his cube Marielle was on the phone again looking just as she had before. She hardly glanced at him, but on his monitor he found a sticky that said, “Thanks for the contribution. M.”

Maybe ten minutes later Tad came into his cubicle and asked about the button problem. “All fixed.” He had said.

Ted was looking at him funny so he asked, “What?”

“You look kind of red and sweaty. It worries me. Maybe you have been pushing too hard. I’m sorry. It’s a big contract.”

“I can handle it.”

“All the same. This part’s done. Why don’t you take the rest of the afternoon off? I would if I could.”

He had objected, but he didn’t really mean it. Somehow he wanted to get away and not let the extraordinary thing with Marielle be diluted by ordinary office stuff.

As the train neared Forge Park the engineer hit the whistle and Murray shrugged his shoulders. A persistent cramp had been bothering the back of his neck ever since he woke up in the closet. His jaw was sore. Marielle was no chiropractor.

Ellen would be surprised to see him and might stew about whether or not he had been fired. Maybe he would lead her on a bit. He liked to see her worried about him. Somehow the thing in the closet didn’t bother his conscience. Maybe was because it happened at work and in the dark.

He was a top of the stairs when he felt the train stop. It felt like something punched him in the middle of the chest and slammed him against a wall. He could feel himself stop breathing and he wondered when he would start again. Then he seemed to watch from a very long distance as his body fell so slowly down each step until he hit the floor and went back into the warm red dark.

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