David wanted nothing more than to spend another night with Miranda, at her place or his. He didn't care as long as they were together. From the moment he saw her, David felt an instant attraction to Miranda that was more than physical. He felt they had connected on another level, one that transcended the amazing sex they had the night before yet heightened their lovemaking. Yes, David wanted nothing more than to spend another night with Miranda, but he needed to get things straight with her first.
"Miranda," David started as he held her hand at the table, "Last night was incredible and I'd love to spend tonight with you, but don't you think we should talk about this?"
"Talk about what?" Miranda asked.
"About the whole situation," David replied. "You have to admit. It's not your normal relationship."
"What's normal these days?" Miranda countered.
"Well," David answered, "I don't consider a billionaire hooking up with a male stripper exactly orthodox, do you?"
Miranda leaned over and kissed David's lips softly before she answered. "David, I don't care what you do for a living, where you live, where you came from, or what you did in the past. All I care about is where we go from here. I need you to understand where I'm coming from so hear me out before you make any decisions, OK?"
David began to protest, "Miranda, I kind of know where..."
"Let me finish, David, then you can say whatever you want," Miranda interrupted him then continued. "I know exactly who you are, David Andrews. You live in a studio apartment on Tarry Lane. It's one of the buildings Earl Everest owns, if I'm not mistaken. You've worked at Maxxy's, owned by one Max Devlin, for five years now, the last two as one of the feature performers on the weekends. Your parents live in Columbus, Ohio and you have a married sister who lives in Ann Arbor with her husband and two children, twin girls." Miranda slid from her chair next to David then set herself in his lap and draped her arms around his neck. "And, most importantly, you are here now having breakfast with me after an incredible night. One that I desperately needed, even if I didn't want to admit it. And I hope to have many more with you."
David sat dumbfounded at Miranda's knowledge of his life as she laid her head on his shoulder and kissed his stubbly cheek below his ear. "Miranda, how did you...? I mean, how could you know all that in just one...?"
Miranda lifted her head off David's shoulder and spoke loudly to the room, "Alexa, information on David Andrews, employee at Maxxy's nightclub, in Gravel City, Michigan."
Just like the night before when Miranda recalled the song that David danced to, the female computer voice echoed through the room,
"David Andrews, lives at 1427 Tarry Lane, Apartment 12, Gravel City, Michigan, currently employed at Maxxy's nightclub since October 18, 2013. Parents are Benjamin and Julie Andrews, 883 Cloverfield Drive, Columbus, Ohio. One sibling, Danielle Walker, lives in Ann Arbor, Michigan with her husband, Gregory Walker, married April 9, 2011, and two children, Ariel and Holly, born..."
"Alexa, discontinue." Miranda said. "The whole house is hooked to a very powerful computer that I control through Alexa. It makes multitasking easier when you want to know something about someone and your hands are busy scrambling eggs." She placed her head back on David's shoulder, "And I pay a lot of money so that I have the resources to know things about people I do business with." Miranda then looked David in the eye and kissed him once more, "And who I want to spend time with and possibly have a relationship."
"But that's just vital statistics, Miranda." David countered. "I'm sure if you dug deep enough you'd find my immunization record too. But it doesn't tell you anything about the real David Andrews. I don't know anything about the real Miranda Mason either, just what I read in the newspapers and online." He brushed her cheek with his fingers then tapped his index fingers twice to her lips, "And what I found out for myself last night..." David shot her a quick wink and another of his million-dollar smiles. Miranda could feel her insides flip-flop again and she began to moisten at his grin.
"I'll tell you anything you want to know about me, David," Miranda told him, "but not right now. Right now, I'd like a shower," Miranda then swung her leg over David's middle so that she was straddling his lap, her ever-dampening pussy leaving a trail of her natural lubricant on the front of his light blue pajama bottoms, "And I have a spot on my back just below my shoulder blades that I can never quite reach. Wanna help me scrub it?" It was her turn to shoot David a wink and a smile.
"Just let me get my loofah," he said as he picked her up and carried her out of the dining room. Miranda wrapped her legs around David's middle and kissed his lips as he carried her to the gigantic bathroom for a steamy shower.
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Max Devlin sat at his desk, a typical Neanderthal business owner with a bad comb-over for a hair-do, sweat stained white button-up shirt with an even worse stained wife-beater underneath, and a stub of cigar clamped between his teeth at the left corner of his mouth. Max always came into the office at seven in the morning to check the nightly receipts before taking the previous day's haul to the bank. Saturdays were his favorite mornings to come in. That's when the big cash rolled through the club. The single horny women in Gravel City never failed to disappoint Max and the stack of bills on his desk this morning testified to that fact. Yes, Saturday was Max Devlin's favorite day of the week, but this Saturday he was troubled by some disturbing news about one of his dancers.
"Leslie!" Max yelled through his office door to his lobby where his assistant and receptionist, Leslie Hodges, sat at her tiny desk double-checking the bi-weekly payroll. She flinched in her chair when her boss screamed her name. Max yelled for Leslie so often that she marveled at her jumpiness every time he beckoned her to his office. Leslie stood and smoothed her black pencil skirt and purple satin shirt, the top three buttons undone so that her top generously showed her ample breasts and cleavage. Max insisted that she dress provocatively, and Leslie didn't complain much. Max paid her well to take care of the details at the club, so she didn't mind showing a little skin for her lecherous employer.
"Leslie, why the cluck did David leave early last night?!" Leslie always chuckled internally at her gruff boss' inability to say the word Fuck. As big and burly and, yes, downright nasty as Max Devlin was, he refused to use that word. He had told Leslie that his dear departed saint of a mother had forbidden that word in her house and Max had carried it over to not only his home but his place of business also.
"I don't know, Mr. Devlin," Leslie responded. "I left before the show started last night."
Duh!
She thought. Like she would have been here that late on a Friday. Leslie may have started as a dancer at Maxxy's, but she quickly worked her way off the stage and into the main office. After doing her time in the club nearly naked until 2am, Leslie had no desire to hang around after 5pm, no matter how much Max paid her.
"Look at this receipt, Leslie." Max said to his assistant. He purposely laid it on his edge of the desk so that Leslie would have to bend over to see it and show off even more of her large tits, held barely in check by a lacey black bra. Leslie sighed slightly then placed her hands on the tabletop and bent over the desk to look at the paper. "Do you know whose signature that is on that receipt?" Not waiting for a reply, Max continued. "Miranda Mason, that's who! The wealthiest person in this clucking town comes in to my club last night, stays for less than an hour, then leaves and takes one of my best money makers with her!"
Max reached into his top desk drawer and produced a television remote. He pushed a few buttons then an image appeared on the flat screen TV on the far wall of the office. The time index on the video showed 9:47pm. The illuminated parking lot showed a woman standing next to a black limousine talking to a man in a leather jacket. Leslie knew that the man was, indeed, David Andrews. She'd know David anywhere, as she'd been secretly in love with him since the day she laid eyes on him in the club; he a new bartender and she one of the topless dancers working the crowd for dollar bills.
The video then showed the woman getting into the limousine and David following on his motorcycle as the black stretch car sped away. Max punched the STOP button on the remote then replaced it in the desk drawer. "So, Miranda Mason decided to come out of hiding and steals one of MY dancers for her personal pleasure?!" At this rhetorical question, Max slammed his fist down on his desk, causing Leslie to jump once again. "Leslie, get David on the phone and get him in here so he can explain himself!" Max looked at the metal tips on his cowboy boots as Leslie left to call the errant stripper. Max hadn't given a Silver Boot in a long time. David better have a damn good excuse and a cut of whatever that Mason woman paid him, or he may need Leslie to get him some silver polish for later.
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David didn't hear his cell phone ring when Leslie called to warn him about Max's impending wrath. As Max Devlin was contemplating shining his boots, David and Miranda were enjoying a sweltering mid-morning shower. A cloud of steam greeted the new lovers in the enormous stall as Miranda had asked Alexa to start the shower in the second-floor bathroom ten minutes prior. David helped Miranda out of her nightie and Miranda returned the favor by removing David's borrowed pajamas. The nude duo entered the shower through the swinging glass door and beads of mist collected on their bare skin. David put his arms around Miranda and guided her under the sprinkling water from the shower head. The two kissed passionately as the hot water cascaded over their naked forms, washing away the sweat and fluids from the previous night's activities.
Miranda reached above her and took a bottle of body wash from one of the many shelves in the stall. She squeezed out a generous portion of the soap and began to lather David's body slowly and methodically. Miranda focused her washing on David's growing cock and ran her lathered hands up and down his wet member until he was completely erect. She took the showerhead from its cradle and rinsed David of the soapsuds covering his body then kneeled on the tile floor and took his rock-hard shaft into her mouth. David leaned against the stone wall and moaned slightly as Miranda slipped his dick in and out of her hot mouth, her tongue circling his sensitive head and foreskin.
