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Chapter Four

The next time Ronda made dinner for Angela was a week later when Jeff was home because Angela agreed to try to discover more of his motives and means. Ronda served braised green beans, broccoli, and baked lamb with a Merlot. She wore the outfit she’d put on when she had thought she’d be going out to dinner with her husband. Dessert was chocolate mousse. When they finished eating, Jeff excused himself and said he had to be back at the office to handle some phone calls to Japan while it was business hours their time.

“See what I mean?” Ronda exclaimed as she poured another glass of wine. “Asshole doesn’t even stay around to talk. He meets you, eats, leaves. That’s it. Business. Asshole. He didn’t even notice that I’m dressed to kill. He didn’t even notice that I’m not wearing any underwear. He should have told you to get lost and fucked me. Asshole.”

“I don’t know. I can see why you were attracted to him, for sure. He’s tall, dark and handsome as they say.”

“That’s the other thing. Why does he work out downtown instead of here? And why work out at all? If there’s not another woman? He hasn’t just had a baby after all.” They both laughed and Ronda kicked off her high heels and began clearing the table in her stocking feet.

“He’s coming back tonight?” Angela helped carry the dishes into the kitchen where Ronda put them in a dishwasher.

“He’ll call and say he was delayed. Wait and see.”

“But I can tell you that when he left he intended to come back tonight.”

“He always intends to be on time, or to come back. He just never does it. What else did you see?” Ronda reached up to the wine rack and extracted another bottle of the same Merlot.

“He loves you very much.”

“Yeah. Sure.” Ronda had extracted the cork with her air pressure device and poured the two glasses full. “Let’s go into the living room. Why do you say he loves me?”

“Well, for one thing, at supper I could pick up on the images in his mind.”

“Let me guess. He was thinking about fucking you.”

“Oh, you have the talent too?”

“No, but you’re a beautiful woman and he’s a man. And I know the asshole.”

They sat in blue velvet upholstered armchairs with a coffee table between them.

“You’re half right.”

“How’s that?”

“He was thinking about fucking me. And I have to say, that was pleasant for me. It was pure animal lust.”

“Told you so. He’s got another woman.”

“I don’t think so.”

“Why not? There it was, he was fucking you in his mind.”

“Well, he was also fucking you.”

“How does that work? I mean he’s only got one dick.”

“Okay, making love with both of us then. I don’t have any dick at all and neither do you and we make love.”

“Oooh, the best love that I’ve ever experienced. That’s for sure. I know he’s not capable of that. He’s tried. Besides, isn’t that supposed to be every man’s fantasy? Fucking more than one woman at a time?”

“Well, with standard equipment like you and I and he all have, how original can it get? There are limited possibilities.”

Pushing in. Prodding, insistent, demanding, painful. But filling and satisfying. Angela picked up Ronda’s image and said, “Did you like it?”

“The anal sex? He only did it once or twice and it kinda hurt, to tell the truth. I didn’t get off on it. You?”

“I liked it the times I’ve done it. Not that much, but I like to masturbate and feel myself being fucked from behind like that. You haven’t told him about us.”

“Should I?”

“Up to you. But love hides nothing. If you love him as much as you say, why do you keep secrets from him?”

“Because I think he’s lying to me. Japan? Do you buy that?”

“I do.”

“Put one of your operatives on him. He’ll lead her right to his snatch. He’s fucking someone else. Or someones. How does that go? Someones else like attorneys general, or someone elses?”

“Maybe you’ve had enough wine. I think I’d say ‘other people’, or ‘other women’.”

“Are you saying…”

“No, I didn’t get that. Although we’re-”

“I’ll bring the bottle,” Ronda said as she walked unsteadily back to the kitchen. “Why do you say he loves me?” As she leaned over to fill her wineglass, she looked up to see Angela’s appreciative eyes on her breasts. She set the opened bottle on the coffee table. “Thanks for that.”

“What?”

“Appreciating my boobs.”

“You are getting psychic.”

“But why do you say he loves me?”

“I think that for him the idea of giving all means money. I think he believes that he’s proving his love for you with this house and the cars and the money-that he thinks of his work as giving himself to you.”

“Asshole.”

“Why do you say that?”

“He knows better. Shit, he loved me better when we lived in a trailer park.”

“You guys lived in a trailer park?”

“Yeah, all this rich person stuff is fake. You could tell I wasn’t from money. Those folks don’t go to libraries. Not to check out books. We lived in a trailer house when he was going to business school. He was good at school, but at least when we had no money, there was nothing better to do than stay home and fuck me. He got a corporate job and rose through the ranks. Just when they were downsizing and firing all their middle management people, he was on the way up. Now he’s a fucking VP at Bowman, Lyons and Heartland.”

“Oh, is that who he works for? Isn’t he afraid that’ll happen to him? That he’ll get downsized.”

“Of course he is. That’s why he says he’s always working. But I’d rather be poor and better loved.”

“Poverty ain’t what it’s cracked up to be.” Angela filled her glass.

“But sure, he’s afraid. He’s done it enough times to others, he knows it’s just a matter of time ‘til someone does it to him. He’s worked out some kind of golden parachute deal, though. He’ll be richer if they fire him than if they keep him.”

“And they wonder why our economy is going to hell. And it’s not because of me not driving my car and using up gas. He told you about the Chinese ship-the junk?”

“Oh yeah, he used to always talk about that when were in the trailer park, when we were poor. He had this fantasy of getting on a Chinese junk and just sailing around the world, doing nothing.”

“Well, that was the setting for what he was imagining tonight at supper.”

The phone rang. Ronda arched her eyebrows in a question. “Want to bet he’s detained by business in Japan?”

“Hello,” she said melodically into the telephone. “What? Business in Japan? You have to go there? Oh well, I’ll see you next week on Thursday… I’m glad you liked the food… Yes, she’s still here… I’ll tell her you said so… Bye.

“Asshole. I told you he’d do it. He says to tell you it was a pleasure to meet you. He wants to fuck you.”

“He didn’t say that.”

“No, you said that. Come on, let’s make love.” Ronda pulled her dress over her head and stood in front of Angela dressed only in her thigh-high stockings, her breasts, stomach and pubis shining in the indirect light.

“Any time, lover.” Angela stood and embraced the all but naked woman, and whispered into her ear, “If it’s every man’s fantasy, why not fulfill his? Why don’t you tell him about us and invite him to join us?”

“You mean it? I didn’t think you liked men that much.”

“It wouldn’t be men. It’d be you and him. That’s different somehow.”

The two walked up the stairs to the bedroom hand in hand.

“Would you do the anal thing with him?”

“Asshole?”

They both laughed at the ambiguity of her reply.

“What difference would it make?” Angela stood beside the bed unbuttoning her prim blouse as Ronda splayed herself across the bed and started to masturbate.

“I think it’s hot.”

“I thought you didn’t like it that much.” Angela carefully folded her pants and faced the dresser to put them on top of her other clothes.

“Not for me! To watch him fucking your ass. To hold his big hard cock and guide it into your little asshole, to see him sink it into you a little bit at a time, to see you taking him into you… That would be hot. Maybe I could even help out in other ways. But I’m no psychic, so I’d need some practice. I think it’s hot you watching me play with myself like this. I’m just about to come just thinking about it.”

Ronda stood up and walked around the bed to stand in front of Angela. She gently pushed her down onto the bed with both hands and pulled her panties down her legs and threw them onto the floor as she knelt between Angela’s knees. Knowing what Ronda had in mind, Angela lifted one knee over each of Ronda’s shoulders and lifted her hips from the bed just enough for Ronda’s hands to fit under them so Ronda could draw her cunt with its tuft of long hair toward her waiting lips and tongue.

“Go easy, lover. This time I want there to be something left of me so I can do you, okay?”

“Okay.”

Ronda’s firm warm tongue circled Angela’s clitoris until it was hard and as large as a pea, protruding from its cowl and vibrating with expectant lust. Then Ronda stroked the magic place she’d learned about earlier. She stroked it at just the right tempo and pressure until Angela sighed and shivered into an orgasm.

“Stop, lover.” Angela sat up and pulled on Ronda’s hands. “Come up here with me.” Ronda complied.

Angela embraced her and stroked her breasts, then her stomach and her thighs. “Lay on your back like when you masturbate. Let me do it.”

Ronda complied. Angela lay on Ronda’s left and stroked her clitoris with the tip of her right ring finger.

Angela saw the images as they developed in Ronda’s mind’s eye.

Jeff naked, his cock hard and firm. It was big enough that Ronda’s hand couldn’t reach all the way around. Angela on her stomach, her ass in the air. Ronda looking longingly at the wrinkled flesh of her anus. Ronda holding Jeff’s cock with one hand and bending down to run her tongue around Angela’s asshole, finally to dart her tongue into that tight opening, withdraw it, and then stay there to play with her anus.

Angela felt her cunt responding to the images Ronda was seeing.

Ronda places Jeff behind Angela and guides the purple head of his cock into the breach her tongue had opened. Jeff thrusts gently and Angela feels the soft head of his cock working its way into her anus, filling her up. She relaxes to accept the girth of his cock as he plunges deeper into her. Ronda plays with herself with one hand as she guides Jeff’s cock into Angela’s anus. Angela backs up to receive more of the cock into her.

Angela put her face on the pillow, kept her right hand on Ronda’s clitoris, and started to play with her own clitoris with the ring finger of her left hand.

Ronda pushes against Jeff’s ass to drive him further into Angela. He sighs and his limp shiny penis falls out of Angela’s asshole.

Ronda reaches her hand between Angela’s legs, dips the moisture from her cunt, and starts to stroke Jeff’s cock back to life. When he’s hard again, she pushes him onto his back and straddles him. She thrusts forward and back to feel his cock fill her cunt. Angela rolls over, sits on Jeff’s legs behind Ronda, and fondles her breasts until she starts to come.

“That’s it, lover. Don’t stop. Oh, don’t stop.” Ronda began to come at the same time Angela did. Both of their bodies shook as Angela lost control of both hands. Angela turned onto her back and lay with her left leg thrown over Ronda’s legs.

“Wow, those were some fantasies!”

“You saw them?”

“Um-hum. They got me so hot, I had to do myself while I was doing you. That made it even more intense.”

“So shall we do it?”

“Do what?”

“Both of us. Fuck Jeff.”

“Yes, but one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“He can’t have anal sex with either of us and then fuck us.”

“Yeah, he’d infect our vaginas. I know. But that’s the difference between reality and fantasy, isn’t it? I’m always fantasizing about stuff I wouldn’t or couldn’t do in reality.”

“You sure about this?”

“Yes.”

“Ronda Moore, I’d like you to meet some of the women who work with me as field operatives. They are all skilled, competent, well trained and bonded investigators.” Angela indicated five women standing in front of the bookcase in her office. “Marcella Ingles, Maria Cortez, Gudrun Jenssen, Stephanie Li and Joyce Sato. Among them they cover all the languages of Europe and most of the languages of Asia. They’re expensive, but they’re the best at what they do.”

The women smiled at Ronda, pleased at the compliment their employer had given them.

“What’s the job, boss?” Maria asked.

“Ronda thinks her husband is cheating. She wants you to find out.” Angela handed each woman a file that contained a photograph and information on their target.

“Do you have a read on him?” Joyce Sato shifted her weight.

“Indecisive.”

“You can usually get a pretty good fix on these guys. Or gals. What’s up with this one?” Gudrun Jenssen was the tallest of the women.

“Well… Let me put it this way. If Jeff were here with us, I think he’d be having a fantasy about fucking us all at once.”

“Not that bad an idea,” Stephanie said, “With apologies to you, ma’am.” She nodded at Ronda. “But we have rules about things like that.”

The other women waited until Ronda responded with a hesitant laugh before they joined in.

“Speaking of rules, what rules do we follow for the investigation?” Marcella studied the printed sheet in the file with the photograph.

Angela nodded to Ronda. “The floor is yours. You can tell them to only gather evidence that could stand up in court or you can tell them no holds barred.”

“No holds barred. This isn’t going to court. It’s going to me. Do anything you need to.”

“Sting?” Stephanie was eying the photograph.

“Sting?” Ronda looked puzzled.

Angela spoke in a schoolteacher voice. “Okay, suppose we have a reason to think that a person is ‘available’, but we can’t catch him in the act. We can test the idea of availability by having someone approach the guy and come on to him. Then we see how far she has to go before he is in the act. Sometimes they get to a room and he leaves. Sometimes the guy will cut it off way before then. And sometimes…”

“You find out he’s really available.” Ronda finished Angela’s sentence for her.

“Yeah. It’s not pretty, but we do it sometimes. Not our operatives. But they can set it up easily enough.”

“No, don’t do that. I want to know just what he’s up to when he says he’s at meetings and working late and traveling all over the planet on his job. I’d like to know who he travels with and who he rooms with on those trips. I’d like to know where he is when he says he’s staying late. Just that kind of stuff. If there’s something going on, then…”

“That’s where the limits come in. We can wire a place and get video and audio and photos. We’re pretty good at that and unless he has some pros working for him, he won’t know. But that’s very expensive because this isn’t local. It could be Tokyo or Beijing or Copenhagen or London as well as somewhere closer to Chicago. Are you up for that?” Angela looked at Ronda.

“Yes.”

“Okay, girls, let’s go. You divide it up among yourselves.”

The five women took their files and left.

“If he’s doing anything, they’ll find out about it and bring you photos.”

“Good. But when we first met, you said you wouldn’t be able to work for me. What’s changed?”

“What’s changed is that if you want to go through with your plan, I’m in it too now.”

“How’s that?”

“Think I want to fuck some guy whose been fucking everything that’s available? No thank you. So I want to know what’s going on too. I wasn’t able to learn much, and I’d like to know more. There’s that too. And I’m not so much working for you as I’m helping to connect you to these gals and they’re working for you. That’s a whole different invoicing procedure.”

“Okay, if you say so.”

“That’s if you’re still up for the plan we talked about.”

“The three of us? Sure, I’m all for that. Hell, you were right about that. I shouldn’t be keeping secrets from him. No matter what. I need to be the kind of person I want to be and not the kind of person he is. And I don’t want to be someone with secrets.”

“You do love him, don’t you?”

“Yeah. I wish I didn’t but…”

“He provides well for you. Are you sure you want to know this stuff?”

“I don’t give a shit about that. Like I said, I’d rather live in a trailer house and know where I stand than live in a mansion with a guy whose just trying to avoid me.”

“According to this, he should be in Copenhagen right now and return on Thursday. Want to have supper? Out? I don’t cook.”

“Sure, then we can go to my place?”

The two women smiled at each other as they walked to a nearby Thai restaurant.

“Would you like a Syrah? Or here’s a nice Cabernet.”

“Either one is fine with me.” Angela sat in one of the velvet armchairs in the living room while Ronda opened and poured the Cabernet.

“How did you ever start- I mean, I wanted to make love with a woman for a long time, but I never could. I was afraid that…” Ronda set the two glasses on the teak coffee table, sat in the other armchair, and lifted her glass to Angela.

Angela returned the salute. “Ah, that was a long time ago.”

“Can you tell me?”

“Sure. It started when I was a kid, I guess. It was all very innocent. I masturbated from the time I was in kindergarten at least. I didn’t know what it was, just that it felt good to touch myself down there. My mom told me that it was okay but that it was like going to the bathroom, something I should do by myself. She also warned me that nobody else should touch me there.”

“Sure, everyone masturbates, even if they don’t know it. I used to hump my stuffed animals. I was masturbating but didn’t know what I was doing. How did that become making love with women?”

“By the time I was twelve I was doing sleepovers with my best friend. She lived in the same neighborhood and we often slept at her place or mine. When we did that we’d sleep in the same bed. One night it was hot and we took off our pajamas. She asked me if I liked to touch myself ‘down there’. I was so embarrassed I didn’t know what to do. But I said yes. She asked if I would touch her there. My mom had told me not to let others touch me, but never mentioned me touching someone else. So I did.”

“Did you have your psychic powers yet?”

“Not the same way I do now. They were just coming in, but I had enough to figure out what to do-what she enjoyed. She asked if I knew how to kiss. I didn’t. We had both seen people doing it in movies and on TV, but we didn’t know how. So we experimented and it wasn’t long ‘til we mastered that. We both liked it. I kept touching her with my fingers and she began to tremble the way I did when I was doing it to myself. I knew what she was experiencing and knew it was good. Then, in spite of what my mom told me, she did me. That was the first time.”

“What happened then?”

“We didn’t connect any of that to sex. But then we got our periods and we began to figure things out a little bit. The boy-girl thing. We got our boobs and boys were trying to kiss us and feel our boobs.”

“I guess that’s the same everywhere.”

“Maybe. Anyway, she moved away and I never saw her again. End of story.”

“Until now?”

“No. End of that story. I had a boyfriend in high school. He said he loved me and if I loved him I’d let him fuck me. I knew that one and I knew I didn’t want to get pregnant or get an STD. So I kept my legs crossed unless it was my hand between them. I lost my virginity when I was seventeen in college. All I knew was that I was ready. I didn’t know who or when or where. I was available for the first guy who asked, the first one who tried anything. That was anticlimactic…”

Ronda giggled at the pun.

“Thanks. It was anticlimactic but at least I knew enough about sex to keep up with the other girls in the dorm. Anyway, I never did like it much. I didn’t have any special feelings for any of the guys. They were just guys. It was like a game the girls played. Who’s fucking who. Keeping score.”

Angela was silent as she sipped her wine. “But there was a girl on the rowing team. The coxswain, the boss of the boat?”

“She’s the little one that tells people what to do?”

“Yeah. She invited me to her place one night and it was just like being twelve again. It was pleasant, nice, innocent, but entirely sexual and wonderful. Almost as good as when I’m with you. Much better than any man.”

“Say that again.” Ronda refilled her glass.

“So that’s when I knew it wasn’t just a childish fluke. And I was hearing all this stuff about lesbians in college. But I knew I wasn’t like the lesbians I knew.”

“You were still doing guys?”

“Yeah. Too many. And I could tell what they were thinking. Half the time they were fantasizing about some other woman while they were fucking me. That ruined it. I couldn’t come like that. It made them mad when they couldn’t make me come. So lots of times it would go bad.”

“Were you married when you had the kid?”

“We’re coming to that. Then there was a guy who was madly in love with me. A lot of girls are never sure about that, but I was lucky enough to be able to tell. He was totally into me. That I couldn’t resist. I married him when he asked at the beginning of our senior year. I had the baby just after we graduated.”

“It didn’t last?”

“Drunk driver killed him.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“Even though he was crazy for me physically and every other way, I still felt incomplete. It was like the sexual part wasn’t quite right. He’d look at me, get hard, fuck me, we’d come.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

“Nothing. That’s the way it’s supposed to be. At its best, I guess. But I still felt something missing. Even when it was at its best.”

“So there you were with a kid to raise?”

“Yeah, I got through college early. I was twenty when the baby was born, twenty-five when Robert died-was killed. That coxswain? She called me up one day. Said she wanted to see me. Said her husband was cheating on her.”

“Oh, she got married?”

“Yes. But her husband was cheating on her, she thought. She remembered our talks about my psychic abilities and asked me to see if I could learn anything. She invited me to supper. And sure enough, through supper he was thinking about fucking another woman. Vividly. So after supper, he made some excuse and left.”

“You told her?”

“Sure I did. I could even describe the woman. She said, ‘Let’s go’. We went to her best friend’s place, and there they were, hard at it.”

“Wow, what happened?”

“She divorced him. But that’s when I figured I had a talent that could help me make a living. So I moved out here and set up shop.”

“The kid?”

“Mona? She’s grown up and finished college now. Working as an accountant.”

“You could see that much detail in the guy’s…whatever…?”

“I call it a mental image. Yes. I can see as much detail as there is. For instance, if you could have seen what Jeff was imagining when we had supper the other night, you’d have known that he’d never seen me naked.”

“Why’s that?”

“He was envisioning me with thick, dark pubic hair.”

“You think he likes that?”

“Yes. If he didn’t, he’d have imagined me like you are.”

“So, you think I should grow it out?”

“Worth a try.”

“I never enjoyed getting my hair pulled out by the roots anyway. I think I will do just that. I’m going to let it grow.”

“Good for you, girl. Are you ready for bed yet?”

“I’m almost always ready for bed when you’re this close.”

The two went hand in hand to the bedroom.