My first Angel story was written with William narrating. I've had suggestions that folks would like Kelley's viewpoint. Some have implied that since I am a woman, I could write a better story from the woman's perspective. We'll see. I've decided to do part two with her narrating. Hope you enjoy this take.
If you have read my husband's story then you know the arrangement that we have with Rashad. If not, a quick recap – we've been married for about 3 years and for the last 6 months or so I have been living the life of a whore. Rashad is the man who released my sexual self and made me what I have become. Yes, I know I am Rashad's whore but don't think I could ever go back to being the prim and proper wife I was before. It started when William and my sex life began to get boring. I mean, William is not a bad lover as men go, but he is not anything tremendously special either. But he is a kind, considerate husband. He is the one who suggested we play some games, his term, with me dressing seductively and exposing myself in public. At first, of course, I thought the idea was ridiculous but eventually, the idea appealed to me. The more I thought about it the more the thought of exhibitionism began to turn me on. We always went out together, either to malls, restaurants or bars with music and a dance floor. We would go back to our home afterwards and have pretty good sex. But that got old after a short while too. I began to wonder what it would be like to actually let another man have what I had been showing him. I found the thought of being with a strange man a real turn on, but it took me a while to get the courage to go out on my own. Well I had the opportunity. You see, William has evening hospital rounds every week on Wednesdays and since we live a long way from the hospital and his office, he would stay over that night and come home the next evening. I finally screwed up my courage and went out on my own. So, here is how it all started, how I met Rashad and how he completely captivated me.
On one of our outings William and I had passed a small night spot not too far from our home called simply 'My Place'. It looked interesting but we didn't want to be too close to home when we played our games. Well, I didn't want to go too far from home by myself and, truthfully, this place didn't look like a place anyone we knew would frequent. I decided to wear one of my business suits with a white, sleeveless, tight, turtle neck top of very thin fabric (not quite sheer but close) under the jacket, no bra, short skirt, but not too short, panties, stay up stockings and pumps with moderately high heels. The swell of my breasts was visible through the wide openings of the arm holes of my top and the shadow of my nipples were visible through the light fabric. I was especially careful with my makeup – not too heavy but a little light blue eye shadow, some color for my cheeks, and pale pink lipstick. I had been out with William wearing a lot less clothes and a lot more makeup but, by myself, I didn't want to be too daring. I had only a vague idea of what I would do when I got there. I didn't know what the place would look like inside. I decided that if it didn't look or feel right I would just turn around and leave.
I arrived about 10:00 PM, walked through the front door and looked around. It was dark with low level indirect lighting, a juke box or music system of some sort playing quietly in the background. As my eyes adjusted to the dim interior I could make out a dance floor with a few small tables surrounding it. The décor inside was nice, much nicer than one would expect from seeing from the outside. From the back of the room a horseshoe shaped bar protruded. The place wasn't crowded but I could see several of the tables were occupied and 4 or 5 seats at the bar were taken. Since I was by myself I chose a space close to the end of the bar with a couple of vacant seats on either side of me. The bartender came my way, asked what I would like. I ordered a glass of white wine and placed my purse on the bar in front of me. As I waited for my wine I noticed several couples dancing on the small dance floor to a slow country/western tune. I looked down the bar at the others sitting there. Most were men and, now that my eyes had fully adjusted, noticed that all were black. Uh-oh. Had I made a mistake in coming here after all. Was this a de facto blacks only place. No – one of the couples dancing was white. I relaxed a little more and in my peripheral vision could tell that I was being observed by a few of the men down the bar from me. It was warm at the bar and I decided to remove my jacket. The stools at the bar had chair back seats that swiveled around and I hung my jacket on the back of the seat. I took a cigarette out the pack from my purse, placed it in my mouth and fumbled for my lighter.
"Let me get that", a voice beside me said as I felt someone slide onto the seat next to me. He offered a light for my cigarette. Surprised, I accepted the light and turned to see who now sat beside me.
"Thanks", I said, a little breathlessly. I was looking at an extremely attractive black man, close cropped black hair, tall and well built. His voice was so soft and his manner so friendly I didn't feel threatened at all. "You sort of snuck up on me there", I smiled.
"Well, didn't mean to surprise you but it's my business to make sure all attractive ladies in this place are taken care of properly." He smiled at me and I saw perfect white teeth in a beautiful chocolate face. I mean – he was really a nice looking guy. Shivers went up and down my spine as I tried to compose myself. My wine came and the bartender asked if I wanted to run a tab. I replied that I did and took a small sip of the wine.
"You know those things will kill you", he said, pointing to my cigarette lying in the ash tray between us.
"I know", I said, "I'm going to quit again one of these days, but not tonight". Sitting there without my jacket on, I could tell my nipples were rigid and very apparent through the tight material of my top. He smiled that smile again and said "I know how that is. I quit a hundred times before I finally quit for good." That smile was infectious.
"So tell me – what brings a good looking lady like you out to a place like this all by your lonesome?"
"Well," I replied, "My husband had a business appointment and I wanted to go out, and since he couldn't take me, I just decided to go on my own." Did that sound too naïve? Yes, probably. He smiled again.
"So, you're married. Not in business for yourself are you?" he asked. What? Business for myself?
"Noooo", I slowly answered, "I'm not sure I know what you mean 'business for myself'".
"Please, I don't mean to offend you and you don't look like a professional but I don't allow solicitation in here and I need to make sure. That's all I meant. Again I apologize if I offended you in any way."
"Oh, Jeeze, you thought I might be a – a hooker?" I said, my mouth hanging open. "But I guess I can see how you might thinks so. I mean I am alone and at the bar and probably look like I needed company. Well, I may need company, but not that kind right now", I said looking into my wine glass and taking another, longer sip.
"You are obviously not a street walker. We do get a few of those in here from time to time but after talking with you I don't think you're that type", he said with emphasis on 'that type'. He smiled again, his expression saying 'but I know your type'. I marveled at how easy it was to talk to him. We were sitting with our seats swiveled to face each other and my skirt had ridden up a little and I was showing a lot of leg. But my legs were primly together and I tried to be the picture of innocence. I don't think I succeeded.
"My name is Rashad", he said softly as he placed his hand on my knee and leaned closer. "I own this place and want all my customers to feel at home here. Especially ladies that look as good as you. What's your name if you don't mind telling me".
I felt myself get wet. I know I was blushing but hopefully the dim lighting hid that. "I - I'm Kelley", I stammered. He didn't move his hand and I could feel it's heat through my stocking clad leg. "Thanks for the compliment". I finished my wine and Rashad signaled the bartender and asked for two more glasses of wine.
"Do you mind if we talk a bit", he asked. "I think I need to get to know you better" he said as his hand did move just a bit, rubbing up my thigh from my knee, just a few inches, then back again.
He continued to rub slowly as I replied, "No, I wouldn't mind. I think you're a nice guy and I think I might like to get to know you a little better too." Did I say that, to a man I had just met who had his hand on my leg? I was getting hotter and hotter here by the minute and didn't know where this was going, but didn't want it to stop just yet. He moved his seat just a bit closer and as our wine came he began stroking my arm in a sensual fashion, slowly and with just the slightest touch, from shoulder to elbow and back. The bartender seemed to ignore both of us, but as he left the wine and moved back down the bar I saw a smile playing on his lips.
"So, Kelley girl, tell me about yourself". And I did. To this day am surprised at how he gained my confidence and I just told him everything about my life, my marriage, eventually even telling him about William and our outings and my exhibitionist tendencies. He just smiled at me a lot and encouraged me to open up. Sometimes I wonder if he didn't somehow hypnotize me to get me to tell him so much, but I really just think he instilled such trust that I felt no threat at all in answering the occasional question that kept me talking. As we talked his hands moved to my waist and he began to rub up and down from waist to where the swell of my breast was exposed beneath my underarm. When I wound down, and finished my tale with "and that's how I ended up here. I don't think I am ready for an extramarital affair but the thought is there and it intrigues me." I was silent and stared at my wine. I picked it up and drank the half full glass in one gulp. "God, how did I manage to tell you all that. You should be a therapist. In fact I doubt I would have told a therapist as much as I've told you."
