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Chapter 7
The Roomate
Although he didn't know it at the time that was the last time he would see Joanna.
Three weeks later, Paul had finished a rough draft of his novel and took the train from Danbury into Manhattan to meet Carol for lunch.
On this occasion, Carol went without the black wig having had her blonde hair styled for the occasion. Under the London Fog raincoat she wore a dark blue business outfit, jacket and skirt with a white blouse. This time the blouse was fully buttoned and Paul took it as a sign that she meant business and not a mix of business and pleasure.
Carol read his manuscript, nodding as she quickly read his work. For his part, Paul winced every time she turned a page thinking that she might have missed an important paragraph or even a short, but vital sentence. But Carol was an editor and a highly skilled one at that, and she missed nothing, even memorizing several major changes that she would mention to him after they finished eating.
Moreover she managed to quell her lust for his touch throughout, committing herself to his novel and putting the sordid sex she had in mind for them out of her mind for almost the full duration of their lunch.
Paul couldn't bring himself to eat a bit worrying that she'd find some glaring error or worse that the entire novel was amateurish and not worth the money they'd already given him. It wasn't until Carol closed the manuscript and took a large gulp of her wine that she broke the prevailing silence at their table.
"Well, Daddy, you've really got something here," she murmured softly, using her pet name for her client and lover.
Paul recognized the change immediately and smiled. "Do I?"
"Yes, indeed you do!" Carol said and waved to a passing waiter who quickly arranged for their drinks to be refilled.
"I've already praised this novel to Jubal ... he's the publisher and Operating Officer and he's told me that if you continue to produce more chapters like the earlier ones we'll have a big seller on our hands."
Paul's expression didn't change. Carol felt she needed to explain herself better and said: ""Well, Paul ... what I've just read is even better than the first few chapters. My guess is that after Jubal reads it---and he will—Hollywood will come calling."
"What?" Paul gasped.
Smiling fiendishly at him, Carol nodded and repeated herself, "Hollywood will come calling---in the sense that they smell a best seller and want an option on it for the movie rights. You're going to need an agent, Paul."
They finished their drinks and Carol picked up the check and gave the waiter her credit card.
"Want to come up to my place, Daddy? I have a nice surprise for you."
"I love surprises, Carol, but haven't you surprised me enough for one day?"
"Oh, do you have other plans? No ... don't answer that, Daddy. You'll love this ... umm, surprise. Now come on, be a good boy for your little girl," she purred and took him by the hand as they left the restaurant.
He hadn't been laid since that memorable night at the Master's with Celia, Jim and Joanna, and he was ready for sexual action, although he had thought he'd try his luck with the attractive bartender at Café Orlin named Terry.
But he was also a proponent of the old adage, 'a bird in hand is worth two in the bush,' especially with the kinky Carol and her quirky ideas, and so he went along with her 'surprise.'
He was quiet as they entered her building, only suggesting once they were inside that they try the stairs.
Carol laughed and chided him, saying: "Can't wait to get inside huh?"
His hand squeezed her ass, causing her to laugh raucously. "Not here, Daddy! If someone sees us I could be evicted."
Her concern seemed genuine to him so he gave her derriere a light slap and followed her to the elevator.
He was quiet in the elevator and Carol felt a need to remind him of her 'surprise,' "Don't forget I have a surprise for you," she said and giggled nervously.
Paul already expected the surprise to be one of her roommates waiting for them, possibly already naked and on the bed, but said nothing about it.
The last time he had been in her apartment it was in a pristine condition and he knew that she and her roommates had just cleaned it. At the time he had wondered if she had planned on bringing him home with her.
But we hadn't met previously, he thought, so it was possible the place had been cleaned for the other roomies date and he had shown up unannounced and ruined that girl's night.
He decided then and there to be nice to whoever was waiting and not leave anyone with hard feelings.
"A penny for your thoughts?" Carol chirped after glancing at the bedroom door.
"I'm thinking about hard feelings," he replied.
That surprised her, "Hard feelings?" she repeated.
"Well ... I'm feeling hard anyway, Carol, and he pulled her into his arms and kissed her softly on the mouth, barely making contact.
"Oooooohh," Carol sighed, taken aback by the gentleness of his kiss.
He kissed her again, this time softer yet, but only on her lower lip. Carol's knees buckled. It was the most sensual kiss she'd ever received and he knew it. Holding her up until she regained strength in her legs, Paul kissed her again, this time flush on the mouth and finding it open sent his tongue in to trace over her teeth and gums.
Her hand drifted downward and groped along his upper thigh until locating his erection then she moaned as she grasped his manhood.
"Slow down," he whispered. "There's a surprise here, or on the way isn't there?"
"Ooooh ... yeah ... I almost forgot."
"Bullshit, you did forget," he said, taking full control of her as he had the last time they were in the apartment.
She leaned forward and kissed him softly on his lips, and he returned the kiss.
"Let's take our time, we have all night," he said and began working her blouse out of her skirt.
Her blond hair had been tugged asunder and filled with static electricity when he had dragged her silken blouse over her head without opening all the buttons. Light from a nearby lamp near the door created a halo around her face. She was braless and her nipples were hardened pebbles, her breasts ghostly white circles proving that she had frequented a tanning salon during the wintery New York months.
Carol's hand returned to his hardon. "You're ready, Daddy," and holding fast to his erection, she led him into what he assumed to be her bedroom and gently steered him to the bed.
Paul sat down and allowed her to push him backward so that he lay on the bed looking up at the ceiling as she straddled his waist and bent over to kiss him again.
This time it was her hands lifting up his shirt, and he allowed her to remove it. Now stripped to the waist she attacked his nipples with her mouth and teeth, gently nibbling on them, pleased by the soft groans she received from him. Keeping his mind focused on his nipples she took one of his wrists in her hand and brought it up over his head so that his hands were hanging off over the end of the bed. Working quickly she attached it to a restraint already installed to the top of the frame, and a few seconds later both wrists were bound.
"What are you doing?" he asked, although he had a good idea of what was coming.
"I promised you a surprise didn't I?"
