The Dark Lady Ch 08

Ch. 8 - Time Out for Football

After the Susan and Phyllis sendoffs to chase the organ, I was finishing breakfast when Clemmie arrived with a frown. "I had to sleep by myself last night."

I gathered her into my lap and kissed her. "I'm just an ass, as usual. Of all the women who deserved special attention last night, you were the one."

"Better. Keep talking. I might forgive you one of these months."

My hand was under her shirt, on a braless boob. My lips at her ear whispered, "Anything, name your price."

"Much better. Keep doing that, I'm thinking."

I walked us to the middle of the room. "See if I've learned how to defend that kick."

Her eyes gleamed as she skinned out of her jeans. The yellow high cut briefs looked awesome. We circled each other, hands high, feinting. She was on her toes, dancing, waiting for me to commit to a move. I knew the minute I did, she would counter with a whirling kick that would probably level me. I tried a move anyway, and was on the floor seconds later. She pounced. Kim clapped from across the room, walking to us and kneeling.

"You have gotten really good with those moves. What about classes for the rest of us?"

I kissed Clemmie with a lot of tongue and she hung on tightly, saying to Kim, "I would do him right now, but I have to be professional. Remember your line, "Work now, sex later? That's me. DR has me studying two different texts that I will need in school this fall. He is a fantastic teacher and has even stopped trying to bed me." She stopped talking to Kim and looked at me. Her face softened and she said, "Theo! Don't look at me like that, it makes all my juices start up."

I walked us down the hall and onto my messy bed. Her pretty yellow briefs were gone in seconds and I was buried in her seconds later. "I'm declaring a temporary work holiday."

She wailed and twisted and jerked trying to avoid me, but that tough body full of karate moves was grooving on the big cock that had her pinned down.

She gave up and fell back. "Oh shit, just do me. I need you."

It was very tender to begin, and very wild at the end. Kim toweled us off after the shower and fixed Clemmie's hair. "I hope you know how good you are for Theo. He hugs me in the night and tells me about what an incredibly talented woman you are. I could get jealous..."

Clemmie was actually teary. "Oh my, how can I be professional when I keep crying happy tears around you two?" We hugged some more and shared one car to the office.

I sat on the sofa with Clemmie alongside, feeding me telephone messages. One of them was from Coach Lyle. I phoned him back right away. "You good for nothing pass receiver, Larry wants to know when you are going get your butt over there and scrimmage with the team?"

"Hey, I am good for nothing, I admit it. The gallery has me snowed under, but I promise to call him today and find a date."

"I like the sound of that. Let me know when, I want to watch. If they smash you flat, I'll know I made a terrible mistake!" He was cackling loudly as I rang off.

"He's not very nice," Clemmie said. I pulled her hair and said, "He's a coach, and it's a hell of a job keeping high school players motivated."

She climbed into my lap and whispered, "Theo, you do a fantastic job motivating your..."

Her tongue filled my mouth and her chest was mashed against mine. God, what a woman.

I pushed her down flat across my knees. "Clemmie, you destroy me. I am really, really restraining myself from attacking you right now."

She gave me twenty seconds of her best bedroom eyes, and then shifted back to business. "Carlos called you yesterday. I even managed to talk to him in Spanish, sort of. He's nice. Wants to know when you can practice."

"He should be in class right now, but see if you can raise him on his cell." I leaned back, running my hands over the fine body lying across my lap.

She punched in the number and said, "Stop that. You are making me wet. Hello, Carlos, can you talk to Theo?"

She handed me the phone. "Hola, Carlos, I am bad. Can you and Arturo pick me up tomorrow after school and we'll go to my high school field? Coach says it is ok."

"Senor Theo, we are ready!" Clemmie gave him directions and eyed me after she clicked off.

She smiled, "Loving your women and chasing gold and diamonds is not going to get you in shape for football season. Do you want me to be your trainer?" The look in her eyes spelled lots of trouble.

I leaned down to kiss her and work over the boob poking up from her blouse. "I suppose you are going to ration my sex life too?"

"If you can get it up after your daily workouts and run, I suppose that is ok." She sat up and straddled me just as Laura came in.

"I knew it. I just knew it. Can't keep your hands off each other." She leaned in for a double kiss.

Clemmie waved the fistful of pink slips at her. "He is making progress."

Laura said, "Susan called, she is so excited she could hardly talk. They have only been there an hour, but the owner let them play it right away. She couldn't stop telling me how divine the sound is. Asked if it was ok to fax you the sales contract for review."

"You've called Kim's lawyer?" She and Clemmie cuffed me. "That's what we get paid for, dummy, trying to stay one jump ahead of you."

"OK, smartypants, tell me what we should be worried about. In the deal and in the contract."

They sat on either side, still pulling on my hair and stealing kisses.

"It's over a hundred years old, so there isn't exactly a warranty!" They giggled. "But maybe, Susan and Phyllis should pay one of their expert friends to give it a workout, just to see where repairs may be necessary."

"The contract should have a schedule itemizing everything we are getting. That's important for the disassembly and reassembly, and the insurance."

"We should get some guarantee of assistance in working out any problems when it is back together at this end."

I pushed them down across my lap and kneaded their shoulders. "I suppose I shouldn't say this, but you are really good. I need to keep delegating things, especially since Clemmie says my physical training has to get in gear."

Laura went off to hand carry the draft contract to the lawyer. Clemmie and I cleaned up the rest of the phone slips. She said, "We have to get our act together about DR and Eduardo on Saturday."

I got her facedown across my lap this time, swatting gently at her behind. "Am I supposed to be getting some kind of message from what you are doing?"

"I'm just thinking about how smart you are and what a great geologist you are going to make."

"What does that have to do with beating my ass?" She sat up and laughed and kissed me hard.

In my ear, in a soft voice, "You keep flattering the hell out of me. And those swats feel real nice."

"Remember that the next time we get in a tough spot and I'm asking you to do something dangerous."

Kim and I were having lunch and organizing the next few hectic days, with the organ coming, the final proofs on the promotional materials for the jewelry program, Eduardo's men going to work, and a zillion other things. She gave me one of her "Theo's Mother" looks and said, "Clemmie told me you asked her to be your trainer."

I waited a moment and said, "Is that ok with you?"

Oh oh, now the look was soft and her hand was taking mine. "Theo, she is a wonderful woman and in love with you. I worry that your life is so complicated, and there is no room for a wife right now."

"I don't want to hurt her. Tell me what to do."

"I know this sounds cruel, but find a way to keep some distance between you. It is too soon to be bonded tight."

That night, I was in Clemmie's bed, with the alarm set for five. I was under orders to stop being a night owl and get a good night's sleep. She was helping by being my alarm clock and fixing the early coffee while I got my clothes on for a five mile run and an hour in the weight room.

I whispered in her ear, "I got some motherly advice today."

She turned into me. My finger caressed her breast. "She says we can't get too tight with each other or someone is going to get hurt."

I found her lips in the dark and kissed as tenderly as I could. She pressed herself tightly to me. "Theo, you louse, you hurt me already. All those beatings I have been getting. Midnight sex in the desert! Wrestling..."

She paused, "You listen to me, I'm stuck on you like your other women, but I'm getting over the 'can't live without you' business." Another pause. "For the next several months, I'm your trainer and you are going to follow orders! You are going to get in great shape, and you are going to catch touchdowns for Larry and the team." Another kiss. "There. Do you understand?"

"What about the sex?"

"No sex unless you are meeting training goals. I am going to post a sheet for the others to see."

"I knew this was going to be tough."

"Damn right. Now fuck me and go to sleep."

Clemmie giggled the whole time I was in her, having a nice gentle orgasm at the end and pushing me off to sleep.

She hadn't told me she found a bicycle and bought a GPS watch. My breathing was labored and she was hissing. "Theo, the team calisthenics guideline for morning runs is seven minute miles. You aren't even under nine. Pick it up."

It was worse in the weight room. She had a sheet with a routine from Lyle on it, and the reps were ridiculous. "That's totally inadequate, but I'm letting you off easy today, because you have to practice with Carlos and his brother this afternoon, and I bet they are going to show you up. Take a shower and I'll fix breakfast."

I stood under the hot water and moaned. Maybe this football wasn't such a good idea after all.

At breakfast, I asked her, "Maybe I'm not good enough for college ball."

She glared, "Listen, asshole, if I can get out at this ungodly hour, you can do your exercises and thank me! Hurry up and finish, we have to get a lot of office work out of the way so you can practice in the afternoon."

On my high school field, Carlos and Arturo had a lot of fun running me breathless, but after half an hour, we started to click. Carlos' arm was something else. Walking back from what would have been a forty yard touchdown reception, I saw Lyle and some of the team coming out on the field in their no pads gear. Our quarterback was pounding Carlos on the shoulder. Lyle was walking over. "Don't get a swelled head, sonny, but that looked good. You might make the Arizona team after all. My guys would like to give you some opposition."

An hour later, we were headed to the showers, everyone smiling. I noticed Clemmie making her way out of the stands. She sneaked out here without telling me.

It was a Keeler dinner night and everyone was having a glass of wine, except me, when Clemmie spoke up. "You have to be nice to Theo, he has had a tough day. This is the start of football training. He made a mistake and asked me to be his trainer. He is going to be up and out at 5 am for the rest of the season. There won't be anything left of our relationship when this is finished, but he will be catching touchdowns for AU or else! Just for your information, he scrimmaged with the high school team today and caught eight touchdown passes in a row."

She came up to me and I kissed her chastely on the cheek. "No relationship?"

"None. You are making that team."

Clara came up to me, eyes dancing. "I'll bet she has rationed your sex life too."

"Don't rub it in. I already tried to quit and she said no."

She circled around me, batting her eyes. "Theo Parsons, you are not a quitter. Remember who you are. You already told us this is a team effort. You already asked our permission to do this."

I looked up and saw a roomful of steely eyes. Oh shit. I took a deep breath. "Look, I'm sorry I sounded like a wimp just then. With your help and Clemmie's whip, I'll do this. Thanks for setting me straight."

We were in bed by nine. As she reached for the light, I said, "Sometimes I don't think I deserve all the good things you and the others do for me."

Her naked warm body slid back into my arms. "Don't put yourself down. You know as well as I do that training is hard and you swear a lot. Let it out. You can even beat me if you want." She giggled and got a wet kiss to sleep on.

The next day, my body behaved better and I called Larry. "Coach, I'm sorry for taking so long to call you. Things have been frantic over here, I've been working out with some of the high school team and I would like to take you up on the offer of a scrimmage."

"Yeah, I heard about you and that Mexican kid with the arm. What's his name?"

"Carlos Gutierrez. He is a dark horse you should take a look at. Can he and his brother, who is a terrific receiver, come with me?"

"I guess it won't hurt to see what the local schools have produced. What about Tuesday at ten?"

"Terrific, we'll bring our own scrimmage uniforms and be ready."

Clemmie jumped into my lap, with Laura standing there in the office, and said, "OK, we've got five days to tune you up!"

I hugged her and pestered her boobs and said, laughing, "Clemmie, your tuneups would kill any ordinary guy!"

She was out of her dress in a flash, crouching in the middle of the room. "Parsons, see if you can pin me. Come get me, useless."

We circled each other, feinting. Laura brought an audience to the doorway. I charged, and she whiffed out of the way. Another couple of circles and I went for the kill. Oof, legs kicked out from under me again.

Cheers from the doorway. Someone compared me ignominiously to Linus. She grinned down at me, looking fantastic in those yellow briefs. I accepted the hand up, bowed, and kissed her politely.

She put her arms around my neck and said, "Theo, you are acting like a tiger and telegraphing your moves. You have to think and fight like a leopard."

I helped her back into the dress. The audience filtered away and Laura rubbed it in, "The score must be something like Clemmie 10, Theo 0." The two of them sat next to me on the sofa and I said, "Ok, now that I've been put in my place for the umpteenth time, what about work?"

We went to see Clara and her hard working crew. There were proofs of the posters and flyers spread out on tables. Gorgeous stuff. "We have to take a sample of these to DR tomorrow. Throw a fright into him about inventory by May 1. That's only eight weeks away."

Phyllis led me to the side where several pretty versions were done in Spanish with mission motifs. I hugged her. "You should be proud. These are all so good, customers are going to want to buy them."

Clara was next to me and said, "Marty came by and is blown away. Says her museum friends in Mexico City are going to be out of their minds with jealousy."

I asked, "Does she have ideas about marketing to Hispanics?"

Clara had an arm around my neck and whispered, "It's scary what she and Kim are planning. This is going to make such a splash. There is going to be a select media event two days in advance. Kim has already talked to just a few editors in New York and promised them exclusives if they would come out. Can you believe, she told them that her staff is so beautiful and accomplished that there will be no professional models!"

That afternoon at six, Clemmie and I were relaxing on the sofa at Keeler with her wine as others filtered in for dinner. Carlos and I had had a fantastic session with Lyle and his team in the afternoon. Passes flying everywhere. Since Tuesday was coming, I told Carlos to give me the hardest hits he could, and I told the defenders to try every dirty trick they could since this is what I will face in college ball.

Clemmie had my hand on her front. "I thought you were off limits for the duration?"

"I'm the trainer. I make the rules. You looked awesome out there today."

Clara came and sat on the floor next to us. She was growing every day in her job. A month ago and she would have been scared to death of what was developing at the gallery. I reached out and caressed her face and said, "You are going to be queen of the gold and diamond business pretty soon. When the customers see that auction necklace photograph in the brochure, sitting so comfortably between gorgeous tits, they are going to demand that they get to buy the necklace and the model too!"

Clara blushed and others standing around clapped. Karen and Susan played a flourish. I got Clemmie to let me up and walked Kim into a corner. "Clara told me about your media plan. Outstanding, especially the part about no professional models. You have a great collection of female bodies here. What about giving everyone a chance to model the merchandise? Some of the images could even be a little risque, like a bare chest with a special gem on it, but no recognizable parts of the body?"

She beat me. "Typical macho male! Clara! Come over here." I put my hand down her front and she kept beating on me. Clara asked, "What now. Do you want help?"

"He's going to take pictures of our naked tits with the necklaces and put them in the brochures!"

This got me pushed up against the wall. An unhappy audience. "Chauvinist pig." "Degrading women again."

I put on my strongest male voice, "Last time I looked, Parsons was a business. Beauty sells. Especially the kind of bare beauty right in front of me. Are you trying to tell me you are so embarrassed about your chests that I have to go to Hollywood to hire big titted bimbos for our jewelry photos?" I growled at them.

Silence.

Kim walked away from me and started taking off her blouse. Others got the message. Shortly, there were eight tanned torsos with a magnificent collection of breasts revealed.

"That's better. Look around and tell me why I would think about going elsewhere for models."

Karen came up to me, looking incredible and said, "He's right. He's a chauvinist, but he's right. You all look great."

I said to Clemmie, "Grab some lotion for me." To Karen, I said, "Stand still right where you are for a moment." Working from behind, I liberally massaged lotion on her breasts, which were truly fine. She grinned and said, "Do we have to do this in public?"

I worked around in front and knelt before her. She was aroused and the nipples were sticking out a mile. "Close your eyes and don't say anything."

I began gently slapping the swaying boobs. A marvelous pink color spread across her chest. I slapped a little harder. These were classic nordic breasts. High, firm, round. The uniform rose color was exactly what the photographer wanted.

I faced the crowd. "The Parsons diamond necklace is going to be auctioned for charity sitting right there between those. It is worth at least a hundred thousand extra for the the way it shows off the model's charms!"

The room oohed and aahed. Fingers were working on other tits. The twins were rubbing on each other. Karen opened her eyes, smiling through tears. Kim and I gathered her in for hugs and kisses.

"Theo, she whispered, "I came out there. I really did. It was hard to hold it in. I love you and hate you at the same time. Are you serious about photographing the Parsons diamond on me?"

I glanced at Kim and she whispered, "I wouldn't think of anyone else. Do you think we can keep the press from finding out who owns the mystery Parsons tits?"

Others were listening and wrestled Karen to the floor. "I want to taste the mystery tits." "Yes, me too." "What about the rest of her?"

Susan came up to me with her own impressive tits still exposed. "Theo, that was so much fun. I think Karen is impressed to all hell about having the mystery tits."

I pulled her close and licked the Susan tits. "There are lots of fine tits in this room. A guy would have to be crazy to look elsewhere."

"Thank you. Girls worry about their boobs the way guys worry about their penises, I guess."