Once again, Tony had spent a restless evening. He had watched Anna with the other woman over and over. "Now that was hot," he admitted, that was also what he had in mind when he said he wanted to see her with someone else. He laughed out loud at himself for even thinking that. He knew dam good and well that if she had ever said yes to him here at home, she would have wanted a man, not a woman.
"Still," he had said aloud, "it was damn hot!" So hot in fact, that Tony had done something he had not done in years. He hit a local bar. As it turned out, it was a singles bar. He had spent the entire evening at the place, and had struggled with his thoughts and emotions. What he wanted, more than anything was a woman. At this point, he was so wound up from Anna's three tapes that he was about to explode. He needed to feel a woman in his hands, to kiss her and taste her. And as the night wore on, he almost gave in. But in the end, he resisted, somehow thinking that that would be too much like cheating if Anna didn't know and approve. He never stopped to consider the irony of Anna's tapes.
The next day he had worked overtime. Then he had gone out with some friends to another bar, with the same results, desire and lust, but no action. When he finally returned home, another package was sitting on the porch awaiting his arrival.
He walked into his living room and ripped open the package. As expected, it was another tape. The fourth tape in five days. "You've been pretty fucking busy babe," he said aloud. He fixed himself a drink, and settled in to see what she could possibly have for him this time. "Hell Anna," he said, "you've done it all, what's left?"
The tape opened with Anna sitting on the same bed as the last tapes, she was wearing a black dress. Tony recognized it as the one he bought her for their last anniversary to wear to the theater. "Oh you're shitting me," he said, "my dress?" As he watched, he could feel anger building inside him. He didn't know exactly why, but it was there. He figured it must have been the frustrations of not getting any himself for a while.
As he continued to watch the tape, a male voice, he thought he recognized it as the one on the other tapes, was talking in the background, for the first time. "He thought he heard the voice say something like yes we did, please come in." Looking at Anna, Tony thought she looked nervous. Then he looked at her more closely, she did look nervous, but also Tony recognized her actions and they said an excited nervousness. Now Tony was interested. "What in the world"…he thought.
As Tony watched, Anna stood up and said hello. A male voice, a new one, answered back the same. Then the first male voice said, very clearly, "there's your tip."
Tony sat stunned in disbelief as a black guy in some kind of uniform stepped toward Anna and into the camera's view. Tony sat back on the sofa and hit the pause button. He wasn't sure he wanted to watch this. He really didn't know why, perhaps because it was something that they had never even ventured into, even in fantasy chats. But then of course, he couldn't turn away, and hit the play button once again. They stood in the cameras view, just looking at each other. Anna seemed to be breathing a bit hard, and the black guy seemed very unsure of himself. Finally Anna reached for him. Tony noticed then that she was wearing a pair of over the elbow black gloves that matched her dress pretty well.
"Son of a bitch" he said. "She is dressed for it, that's for sure." The male voice from off camera suddenly broke the silence, "she is your tip, take it as you please young man." The black guy looked at the camera, and Tony noticed that he was indeed a young man. No more than 21 or so he figured.
"Hell, if he was 20 that made him half Anna's age" Tony thought. The camera zoomed in on the pair. Anna moved close to him, and pulled his ear down to her mouth. Tony was sure that she whispered something in his ear. He looked at her, then at the camera, and kind of shrugged his shoulders. He then looked at Anna and in a pretty strong and somewhat commanding voice, told her to "get on your knees and suck my cock."
Anna didn't hesitate, but in a slow smooth motion, slid down to her knees and started to unzip his pants. For his part, the kid was tearing off his uniform jacket and shirt now. Tony had realized it was a bell hops uniform. When the shirt finally made its way off, Tony was amazed. The kid was a hunk. Tony worked out constantly, and had the body to show for it, including the mid-riff but this kid was incredible. If Anna had picked him, Tony knew why. He had those huge shoulders and chest that Anna like so well. He was easily bigger in all upper muscle areas than Tony. "Well," Tony thought with some hidden smugness, "my arms are better defined." And he laughed at himself for thinking it.
