Sunlight streaming past his window, the music of birds chirping in the tree branches, the crunching roar of car tires speeding along the street. The persistent BLEEP! BLEEP! BLEEP! of what sounded to him like an alarm clock.
Thaddeus's eyes blinked themselves open seconds before he realised he ought not to. He turned over on his back, his arm stretched towards the alarm clock and slammed on the button that shut off its noise. The room wasn't that quiet anymore. He remained on the bed for a couple of seconds before stretching his arms and yawning. He turned his head to his left and saw the sleeping form that was Constance Loftus curled on her side. He knew last night hadn't been a dream, still his heart bounded with euphoria at the sight of her lying beside him.
As quiet as he could he slipped off the bed. He wore on a pair of shorts and t-shirt and quietly opened the door and slipped out of the room.
The living room was empty except for the bed he'd shared with Myra. She'd left a note for him on the table. The note read: I ENJOYED MY TIME WITH YOU YESTERDAY AND HOPE TO MAKE MORE. CALL ME ANYTIME. KISSES, MYRA. Underneath the words she'd left her cell number for him. Thad folded the note and pocketed it; he wasn't going to lose it just yet.
He went into the bathroom and first pulled off the band-aid to check his wound. It was nothing but a minor scare now, thank God. He jumped into the shower and had a bath, minutes later walked with light feet into the bedroom so as not to awaken his guest and wore back his clothes of last night then returned to the living room to arrange the furniture as well as get rid of the fold-out bed and return it to the alcove room. Done with all that, he went into the kitchen and brewed himself some tea. A minute later his door bell rang. His first thought was that Myra had forgotten something and returned for it. When he went and peeped through the eye-hole in the door, he sighed to himself before undoing the door's lock. The woman who stood there leaning against his doorway was beautiful, although at that moment she looked like something a truck had run over. She had wavy auburn hair, thick pair of hazel eyes and wide lips. She was wearing a tank top that lifted a pair of jugs that would water any ogling man's eyes and cut-off jeans shorts.
Erica Whitford was a damn hot-looking cougar, and wasn't abashed to look it. Looking at her, it was hard to imagine that she was in her early-forties; her body was as supple and well curved as any woman with a perfect hour glass type of shape. Back in her late teens and early twenties, she had been a Las Vegas showgirl, whereas Artie had been a Navy Lieutenant on leave. Erica had months ago related to Thaddeus her first meeting with Artie once when they'd been feeling each other up. She had been a dancer who'd just broken up with her ex-boyfriend/pimp, whereas Artie had just said goodbye to a five-year marriage and was in Vegas in search of solace and company. They had met over drinks one night Artie and several of his buddies had made attempts to hit on her and some of her colleagues whom she'd been out in town with. They'd had a couple of drinks, exchanged phone numbers and called each other night after night. Three weeks later Artie had proposed and she had accepted and that was that. Thad had long realised Artie wasn't bold enough to keep a woman like Erica in chains and that she could eat him raw whenever she chose to if ever he attempted keeping her under his wings. She and Thad had fucked a couple of times and he knew the only reason she often sneaked over to spend time with him was because she loved the way he gave her 'the dick', which was his specialty. Too had he wasn't expecting her today, not when he had important company lying in bed.
"Hiya, Thad," she jumped into his arms and wrapped hers around his neck and planted a kiss on his lips while Thaddeus struggled to be free of her.
"Gaddamn it, Erica," he spoke with annoyance and cast an eye upstairs at her door. She knew where his eyes were going and giggled at his embarrassment. "You're going to get me in trouble one of these days."
"Don't be nervous, Thad. Artie's off to work and I'm home alone and horny."
"Good for you," he said, closing the door behind her. "You're horny, whereas I'm hungry. The fuck do you keep acting like a slut for, Erica? One of these days, Artie's going to find out, and guess how pissed he's going to be when that happens."
"Oh please. Don't you worry about Artie, he's never going to find out. He's too concerned about me to be worried about you fucking me."
"Just listen to yourself. Is that all you've got to think of this morning? Ain't you got nothing better to do that thinking of fucking?"
"Well, I did think of painting my nails," she pouted. "And I got them done. But now, all I've got weighting on my mind is the taste of your cock in my mouth." She grabbed his crotch and fondled his prick. "Oh yeah, a black cock like none other. I keep telling my friends about you, Thad, and some of them seriously want to meet with you."
"The fuck would you want to go about gossiping about me with a bunch of semi-retired sluts?"
"Oh come off that, will you. I thought you'd be even pleased that I'm putting a good word out there."
"Sorry, Erica. I've got better things to do that work my way as a gigolo to your rich bitches you call friends." He walked to his kitchen to check on the water he'd left on the stove. Erica followed him. "Artie's been complaining about you. He says you've been spending a lot of late hours and wanted if I could talk some sense into you."
She snorted. "Artie can be such a pisser sometimes. I figured he'd come talking to you. I got stuck in traffic yesterday and got home a bit late and he was up waiting for me. Didn't waste to screaming his head off, talking about me being late, about me fucking this and that, like he never knew."
"You've got to keep things in check, Erica. Not saying you can't have your fun, but this is your man we're talking about. Besides, you know Artie's got himself a weak mind. If you two break up right now, I doubt he'll be able to find descent sleep for the twenty years."
"Artie's always been an easily excited type of guy. That's not my fault."
"I never said anything about it being your fault. Just saying you should keep things on a down-low."
"Don't get me wrong, Thad. I love Artie, I really do. But I hate it when he keeps trying to bud into my life, like I do the same with his. Besides, Artie knows very well the type of work that I do."
"Really? And do share with me, exactly what type of work that is?"
"Why Thad, I organise parties," she said primly. "Rich, decadent, swinging parties for rich people with big pockets who want all the dirty stuff their money can afford but are too afraid to ask. I'm not the real party organiser though—my boss lady handles much of everything. I'm just a cog in the wheel and I get to mingle with some of these folks and see whatever favours I can get from them."
Thad was listening to her while he made himself a cup of tea. He sipped his tea, nodding at the right moments while at the same time telling himself not to take any of her words too seriously.
"Sounds like the type of job fit only for a secretary," he said dismissively.
"Come on, Thad. A girl's got to make a living and have some fun too. No need for you to sweat my game."
"I ain't the one here sweating your game, Erica. Just don't want you getting corrupted by it all. You can have all the fun and games you want, just know that Artie loves you, and it'd break his heart, and mine, to know that you don't."
"I know that, Thad, and I'm not going to break his heart. He's going to have to break mine first, and I'm not ever going to let him." she smiled as she came towards him, her voice turned silky. "So, how about you and I get back to talking about us. I've got a new pair of spandex outfit I've been wanting to put on just for you." Her hand went back to his crotch; she slid her tongue over her lips. "You've been keeping me wanting this your cock all week, Thad. I don't like that."
