Misty (33 page)

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fter a barrage of voicemails and text messages from her former nurse, Audrey, Misty finally allowed the desperate woman to visit her at the hotel. With David and the hunky bellhop taking care of her sexual needs, she didn't have any use for Audrey, and she made it clear to the nurse that there'd be no lesbo action between them in the future. If she wanted to massage Misty's feet or rub down her back, that was fine, but no more cat-licking. Misty had lost her desire for girl-on-girl activities. She'd only used Audrey when she was in a sex-bind, but she had plenty of good dick at her disposal, now.

“Hey, Four-Eyes, long time, no see,” Misty taunted when Audrey entered her suite. Audrey ducked her head down, self-consciously, and when she recovered from the slur, she began showering Misty with compliments.

“You look more beautiful than ever,” Audrey said worshipfully.

“I know, right. I was looking in the mirror this morning and thought to myself that I get prettier and prettier every day,” Misty bragged, flipping her wavy hair.

“I missed you, Misty. Why'd you make me stay away? I did everything you ever asked me to do. I don't understand what I did wrong.”

Misty sucked her teeth. “If you get all mushy on me, you're gonna have to leave. I was nice enough to let you come visit me, so don't start whining and acting ungrateful,” Misty scolded.

“I'm sorry; I didn't mean to sound ungrateful,” Audrey said, her face composed in humble contrition. Then her expression brightened, and her eyes scanned Misty from head to toe. “That blue nail polish looks good on your pretty feet.”

“Well, that shows that you don't have any taste whatsoever,” Misty said contemptuously. “I hate this polish and plan on getting a different color later on today.”

“You're right; that's not your color at all. Do you want me to paint your nails for you?”

“No, I don't have time for that right now. One of my fans—a dude who works here at the hotel, is gonna stop by for a quickie. You can help me get out of these clothes and get ready for him. I want to be naked when he gets here, and I want my body glistening with this handmade, scented lotion I picked up when I was in Mexico.”

“You've been to Mexico?” Audrey asked, looking dejected.

“Mexico and Hawaii. Girl, I'm so famous and in such demand, I've been traveling all over. I'll be flying out to Japan soon to spend some time with a new fan,” Misty boasted.

“I wish I could go with you.”

“If you play your cards right and do the things I need you to do, you might get to take a trip with me one of these days. A working trip, of course. You won't get to sit back and chill; I'll expect you to take care of me.”

“I love taking care of you.”

“You'll have to prove your worth.”

“I can start by helping to get you ready for your fan,” Audrey said, swallowing down a knot of jealousy as she followed Misty into the bedroom. Misty sat on the bed as Audrey kneeled down to remove her sandals. Misty stood while the nurse tugged off her
tight jeans and top. Misty giggled derisively when the nurse pulled off her panties with trembling hands, her tongue darting out and inadvertently licking her lips.

“What's wrong, Ms. Peabody? Why're you shaking and licking your lips? Does seeing my coochie make you nervous and hungry?”

Audrey looked at Misty with a pitiful expression. “I miss what we used to have,” she uttered in a squeaky voice.

“Damn, you're a needy bitch.” Misty flopped down on the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide open. “Come on, and eat some of this pussy, with your dyke-ass self. But remember, I got shit to do, so don't get too comfortable slurping between my legs.”

Audrey removed her eyeglasses and squatted between Misty's legs. She worked hard to please Misty, stretching her tongue as far as she could.

Simply for the sake of being spiteful, Misty repeatedly yanked on Audrey's bang, pulling her head forward and causing the nurse to groan in pain. With each groan, she released a rush of hot breath that warmed Misty's sensitive pussy in a freaky, new way.

In the midst of receiving oral sex, Misty made a sound of annoyance when a knock came at the door.

Audrey yanked her head up. “Is he here already?”

“Probably so. My fans are always so anxious to get with me.”

Audrey nodded in understanding.

“Go get the door and tell him I'll be with him in a second.”

“Do I have to leave now that he's here?” Audrey asked, looking gloomy as she put her glasses back on and tried to smooth down the front of her hair that was sticking out in different directions from all the tugging Misty had done to it.

“You can wait around if you want to.”

“I want to very much,” Audrey said eagerly.

“All right, you can watch TV in the other room while we're in here smashing.”

“Are you gonna let me finish what I started after your fan leaves?”

Loving the idea of Audrey getting sloppy seconds, Misty gave her a big smile and said, “Absolutely.”

•  •  •

The bellhop had beat the box up to such a degree, Misty could barely move. All she wanted to do was sleep. And when Audrey came in the bedroom, trying to lick on her tender pussy, Misty berated the nurse, calling her all kinds of perverted names.

“Do you want me to leave?” Audrey asked unhappily.

“Actually, I want you to run an errand for me. I'm sick of this hotel food and I'm weary of the nearby places that deliver. I'm in the mood for an authentic cheesesteak from Jim's on South Street.”

“What do you want on it?” Audrey asked enthusiastically.

“Extra cheese, fried onions, hot peppers, salt and pepper, and ketchup.”

“Anything to drink?”

“No, I have plenty of juice in the fridge. Now, get a move on. That bellhop wore my ass out and I'm starving.”

“I'll be as quick as I can. Oh, can you call the steak shop and see if you can place an order for pickup?” Audrey asked.

Misty looked at Audrey as if she'd lost her mind. “I know you don't expect
me
to call the steak shop.”

Audrey smiled sheepishly. “No, I don't know what I was thinking.” She laughed nervously and said, “I'll call them right now.” After finding the number online, she made the call and inquired about pickup. She hung up and wearing an apologetic smile, she turned to Misty and said, “They don't take orders over the phone.”

“Well, now you know,” Misty said with a shrug. “Oh, I thought
of something else I want. While you're on South Street, stop by that cupcake place called Scandalicious, and get me two Passionate Kisses.”

“Two what?”

“Passionate Kisses; it's the name of a cupcake. All of the bakery items have sexy names; I love the ambience in Scandalicious.”

“A cheesesteak and two sexy cupcakes coming right up for the beautiful lady,” Audrey said in a cheerful voice, seeming to somehow think that Misty's desire for a cupcake with a provocative name was a reflection of the kind of evening they'd spend together.

Misty rolled her eyes at Audrey. “Would you please stop running your mouth and get your ass moving!”

Audrey pushed her sliding glasses up the bridge of her nose and grabbed her purse before swiftly departing.

A few minutes after she'd gone, Misty's phone rang. Seeing Gavin's name on the screen, Misty scowled. Gavin was drinking a lot lately and she had begun to consider him unnecessary to her fast-growing business. She'd gotten a call from Jacob Mendelsohn, telling her that the doctor had given his wife a clean bill of health, and that she was now cancer-free. Thanks to Misty's magic hands, of course. Mendelsohn wanted her permission to refer her to one of his associates, a wealthy Japanese businessman. With word-of-mouth business from her satisfied clients, she definitely didn't need Gavin anymore. And it was time to let him know that his services were no longer necessary.

“Hello, Gavin,” she said in a curt tone.

“You lying bitch!” he exploded.

“I beg your fucking pardon!”

“You told me you foresaw a future where Randolph and I ended up together and happy.”

“I did,” she lied.

“Then explain to me why Randolph is back in town. He's out of the closet, openly gay, and has asked his wife for a divorce.”

“That's what you wanted, isn't it?”

“He's planning a commitment ceremony with a twenty-one-year-old. A vegetarian, Rollerblading, beach bum he met at Venice Beach in Los Angeles, while he was there trying to find himself.” Gavin spat the words with cold contempt.

With Gavin being in such a foul mood, Misty determined that it wasn't a good time to fire him. Attempting to calm him down, she soothed him with more lies.

“He's only trying to make you jealous, Gavin. He's given up so much for you, and he wants to find out if you feel he's worth fighting for.”

“How do I do that when he's hosting a dinner party tonight to introduce his boy-lover to
our
friends at
our
favorite restaurant. The restaurant where we shared our first meal together. It's so demeaning. Such a horrible slap in the face.”

“You should crash the dinner party and declare your undying love for Randolph in front of everyone. That should do the trick,” Misty said, laughing to herself as she imagined Gavin making a fool of himself. “Call me tonight and let me know how it went,” she said sweetly, though she planned to ignore his calls and possibly move to another hotel under a fictitious name. Though she could afford to buy an elaborate home, and pay cash for it, she hadn't taken the time to look at any places, yet. At the moment, hotel living more than suited her needs.

Still, Gavin was behaving like a loose cannon and she didn't want him stalking her and seeking revenge after he publicly disgraced himself. Misty had no choice but to find an alternative living situation.

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n bed all day and into the night, Brick and Anya shared the most intimate details of their lives during the time they'd been apart. Anya sobbed as she recounted the horrifying specifics of Sergio's execution-style murder, but she became deadly calm as she described her brutal method of revenge against Natalie.

“Do you think I'm a monster?” she asked Brick.

“No, I think we're very much alike. We love hard and we're trusting to a fault. When that trust is betrayed or if someone we love is harmed, we become ruthless killers.”

Brick proceeded to tell her how Misty had deceived him into believing she'd changed; how she'd pretended to be a wiser and more loving version of her former self. But it had all been a guise. She was the same self-involved Misty that she'd always been. Maybe worse. He admitted that he still had a soft spot for Misty, but no longer had romantic feelings for her.

“Our relationship is sort of like sister and brother. She's like a stubborn little sister who thinks she knows everything, but always manages to get herself in trouble,” Brick said, shaking his head. “I agreed to be her bodyguard because I genuinely want to protect her. And the money she pays doesn't hurt. My son's school isn't cheap.”

Anya frowned. “What are you protecting her from? Seems to me that she's a danger to others.”

“She's not dangerous. She's egotistical and she uses people, but she's not a killer,” Brick said, defending Misty.

“Does that make her better than us?” Anya asked.

“No,” he admitted. “We're passionate people. Maybe too passionate, whereas Misty is pretty much heartless.”

“I want you to stop working for her, Brick. There's no future for us if Misty is in your life in any capacity. You don't have to worry about money. I have plenty of it.”

“You did enough for me already. You spent a lot of dough helping me track down the dude who hurt Misty. I have to tell you, it blew me away when I discovered you had slipped a chunk of money inside my bag before we went our separate ways. It touched my heart that you were still thinking about my well-being even though I broke your heart.”

“My love is unconditional, Brick. I don't give love in order to get something back.”

“That's a new concept for me.”

“Well, get used to it. I can pay for your son's school and I can take care of anything else you need.”

Brick shook his head adamantly. “I can't let you spend any more of the money your mother left for you.”

“My mom's money is in the bank, accruing interest. I have Sergio's money. Millions in cash. I have more money than I could ever spend. Aside from taking care of Sergio's incarcerated uncle and his house- keeper's family, I plan to give a lot of the money away to various charities.” Anya looked Brick in the eye. “It's time to part ways with Misty. I don't know her, but I can feel her negative energy, Brick.”

“It's a wrap, babe. You don't have to worry about me working for Misty anymore. I'll give her a call first thing tomorrow.”