The Spice of Life (The Transformation #1) (18 page)

“Um,…uh…yes. Ok.”  Kelli could feel her cheeks flushing hot and bright red.

Jake nodded approvingly. “Good girl.”  Then he was gone.

Kelli left work and got into a cab. She was about to give the cab driver her home address when she suddenly changed her mind. “Secret Closet, please,” she told him instead.

The Secret Closet was only ten or eleven blocks away, but traffic was slow and sticky, so Kelli let her head rest against the back of the seat and quickly became lost in thought.

Part of her, the part that had wanted to go straight home, was annoyed with Jake. Annoyed because he was so damn bossy.
Who does he think he is?
,
she asked herself.
And I already have vibrators at home, anyway. What does he think I am, some sex-starved, needy nympho?
  Then she found herself wincing internally, because really,
wasn’t
she sex-starved and needy? Who was she kidding? Yes, she did have vibrators at home but they were fairly pathetic. One was a little vibrating tube, shaped like a lipstick that she’d won as a door prize at a bachelorette party a few years ago. She’d never even used it. The other one…she did use, but it was just a little egg-shaped bullet. She used it from time to time, and it did the trick well enough, but she knew that there were better ‘toys’ out there.

She had always felt self-conscious about having them at all. What if Paul found them in her underwear drawer or on the side of the bathtub? She used to care, but now, with Jake’s cologne still in her nose and the feeling of his fingers burning on her cheeks, she realized that she didn’t care at all about Paul finding a vibrator.
Let him find twenty! What difference does it make? None.
She was ready to take control. In any case, it’s not like using a vibrator was cheating, so why should she care what Paul thought? Paul already knew that she got herself off from time to time; he’d even walked in on her before. So now was the time to really let loose. About Jake being too bossy…well, another part of her didn’t seem to mind it one bit. Why else did she obey him so readily?
Because I want to. That’s why.

She had made up her mind what to buy before she even entered the store.  She marched straight up to the clerk and said, “I would like to buy your bestselling vibrator. You know the one I mean. The famous one, with the little vibrating ‘ears’.”

The clerk looked at her with a bored expression, snapped her gum and said, “Uh, huh. The Rabbits are over here.” She walked Kelli past a shelf full of XXX videos and a rack of racy thigh-highs and suspenders, then pointed to a huge cabinet full of dildos and vibrators. The model that Kelli wanted was prominently displayed and available in five colors. Kelli chose red. Glancing around the shop, she felt incredibly alive and sexy. She spotted a pair of fuzzy white handcuffs and on a whim, picked them up as well.
Why not? A girl can dream.
She took the handcuffs and the vibrator to the front and paid the bored clerk, who wrapped up her purchases in a non-descript paper bag. 

Kelli arrived home to find the apartment dark and empty.
Oh, right
, she thought.
Monday night football.
With a certain amount of glee, she realized that Paul would be gone for at least another two hours, if not more. He’ll probably be drinking, she realized, and for the first time in years, that thought made her smile.

She considered dinner, but realized that she wasn’t at all hungry. Not for food anyway.  She knew exactly what she wanted.

She walked to the master bathroom, and with a growing sense of anticipation, began to draw a bath into the huge whirlpool bathtub. She collected some tea lights from a bedroom drawer, lit them around her bathroom strategically, and poured some scented bath salts into the steaming water. Dimming the lights so that the candlelight flickered and cast patterns on the walls, she carefully unwrapped her new toy. Feeling grateful for its waterproof properties, she set it to the side on the bath tiles.

Then she slowly stripped naked, removing each piece of clothing inch by inch, and stepped slowly and deliberately into the bath water. She felt her muscles relax and unwind and as they did, she also felt raw, primal desire take hold of her body, running lines of fire up between her legs. Her sexual need was suddenly intense and overwhelming.
My god, Jake is so fucking sexy
, she thought, running her hands through the water.
This has never happened with a client before.  Not like this. I want to fuck him. To be fucked by him. Christ, how I want to be fucked by him.

With this thought in her mind she picked up the vibrator and turned it on, hoisting her hips up slightly so that the warm water lapped at the sides like a tongue. Her pussy was exposed and ready to be penetrated; the thick, nine-inch vibrator slipped inside of her effortlessly, gyrating and throbbing, massaging her sweet spot. Kelli moved it in and out of her aching lips and the slick patch between her legs, her breath coming faster and faster. The feeling of the firm, solid rubber dildo filling up her pussy, pushing against the walls of her flesh was satisfying beyond belief. She could feel the top of it tickling and stimulating her hard, swollen clit, sending waves of pleasure throughout her whole body.

She thought of Jake sitting in her office.
Jake, in his designer suits, with his green, green eyes, his cologne, his incredible smile, his hand touching her face. The smell of his skin and his commanding presence telling her to obey. Then naked, his bare chest, her hands bound in the fuzzy white cuffs and his hard cock thrusting inside her, and…and…
within just a few short minutes she felt the ultimate wave of her climax crash over and through her, and her whole body spasmed hard, arching upward, her thighs clenching helplessly around the still-buzzing vibrator as she came and came, convulsing helplessly eight, ten, twelve times.

That was just the beginning. Paul wouldn’t be home for a long time. Kelli’s body was limp against the warm, slippery porcelain of the bathtub and the vibrator was silent. She rested there, for just a moment…then flipped the switch back on, and started again.

{ 5 }

Over the remainder of the week and into the weekend, Kelli couldn’t stop using her new toy, the Rabbit vibrator, and she couldn’t stop thinking about Jake and the story he had told her about his encounters with Marci Lopez. She felt restless and horny, so much so that she almost considered approaching Paul and trying – for the thousandth time – to initiate sex. She thought better of that idea, however, and found herself dialing Nina’s number instead.

“Kelli, babe. What’s up? Are you fucking that client of yours yet?”

“God, Nina. You are so amazingly crude sometimes. NO, I’m not fucking him.”

“You’re crazy, girl! That’s some hot shit right there!”

“Yeah, well there is this little thing called professionalism. Ever heard of it?”

“Whatever. You know you want him. So, what’s going on, for real?”

“Well, I actually…I was thinking…want to go out again? Maybe tonight?”

“Of course I do. Actually, I was already planning to hit up the XXXXX club. A few other girls are going to be there too. Kind of a ladies night out. Want to join?”

Kelli did want to join, very much. The two made plans to meet and Kelli spent the rest of Saturday afternoon figuring out what to wear. She remembered Jake’s description of Marci and her curves, and she felt inspired to show off her own assets. Men had always lusted after her shapely ass and mile-high legs, which were complemented by her willowy waist. She often wore skirts and heels to show off her legs and butt, but she decided that tonight called for something special.

She combed through the selections in her wardrobe and finally pulled out a slinky, deep royal purple dress. She hadn’t worn it in a while; the plunging v-shaped neckline and asymmetrical cut of the hem were slightly on the racy side, yet managed to be elegant, rather than trashy. She removed it from the garment bag and held it up to herself in the mirror.
Yes, this should do.
It would look perfect if she pulled her hair up into a long, tousled pony tail and completed the ensemble with some gorgeous dangly gold earrings.
Not too bad
, she thought as she looked at herself.
Not bad at all.

That night, the club was heaving. As was often the case, Nina knew the owner of the club and was able to secure a table in the VIP section for Kelli, Nina and the other women who had joined them. As Kelli sipped her dirty martini and sucked the bleu cheese out of her olives one by one, she surveyed the bar and had flashbacks to the time that she had first laid eyes on Jake. She felt herself get a little wet just thinking about the calm, confident way that he had stared her down, and his dominant manner during their sessions. The chatter of the women around her didn’t even sink in, as she thought back to the stories that Jake had told her.
He must be such an amazing lover.

Kelli felt herself becoming even more swollen and aroused at the thought. She squirmed and crossed her legs. In doing so she saw several men staring at her lustfully.
Yeah
, she thought to herself.
You just keep on looking.
She suddenly had an almost uncontrollable urge to part her legs and give them a look at how she had gone commando under her dress, Sharon Stone style. But she thought better of it. Somehow, she sensed that Jake wouldn’t want her to cheapen herself like that, no matter how sexual she felt. The thought of his disapproval was sobering. She demurely avoided making direct eye contact with the various men who were checking her out and soon after excused herself to Nina.

“Nina, thanks so much for inviting me out, but I’m going to take off now.”

Nina was shocked that Kelli was already leaving.

“Girl, what is with you? The night is young, and unless you’ve gone blind, I’m sure you’ve seen the guys who have been drooling over you. What happened to having some fun?”

Kelli winced. “I do want to have fun, Nina. I’m just…just not in the mood. I’m going to head out.”

Nina shrugged. “Have it your way, sweetheart. See you soon!”

Later, Kelli slipped into the bathtub and turned on her Rabbit. Thinking of Jake, she brought herself to climax four times before she finally felt like she could sleep. As she climbed between her satin sheets and tried to shut out the monotonous drone of Paul’s heavy snoring, she had only one thought echoing through her mind and her body:
Monday, Monday, Monday….

The next day was Sunday and it seemed to take a million years to go by. After what seemed like an interminable amount of time, Monday finally arrived. In the morning, as she prepared to go to the office, Kelli was very careful not to apply her usual amount of perfume as per Jake’s request. Instead, she dabbed just the faintest amount on her wrists and behind her ears; just enough to have a slight waft of scent about her.

When he arrived for his appointment, she was sitting, waiting for him. She had left him the big therapist’s chair, the one that he always chose. As he entered the room she looked up and smiled at him. Jake returned her smile, and without saying a word, brought his face close to hers and sniffed her. His smile got bigger.

“Good girl, Kelli. Good girl. I can smell your perfume, but you obeyed me. You are very obedient. I like that.”

He sat in front of her, arms spread across the back of the chair with one leg crossed over the other. Again, Kelli noted his body language: confident, strong, and calm.

She spoke, “So, judging from the story you told me last time about Marci and the threesome, you must have really played around with women.”

Jake grinned. “Sure. As it happens, I had a pretty intense encounter within the last week or so. You wouldn’t believe it if I told you.”

Kelli smiled. “Try me!”

“Ok. So last week, a woman told me at the bar that she wanted to fuck me, and something clicked in my mind. I remembered what had happened between us prior, even if she didn't. She and I had a history together, but she was clearly clueless about it.

With that in mind, I slipped her one of my business cards while her friend that she was with was busy putting on her coat. I didn't say a word to the first woman, just smiled at her calmly. ‘
That should do the trick
,’ I thought to myself.

I said goodbye to both women and told the second one that I would see her very soon. Driving home, my mind kept returning to the second woman. I liked her a lot more than the first, but soon thoughts of the first one overtook me.

It had all happened two years ago, as I was just embarking on my journey of transformation. At the time, I was still significantly overweight and out of shape. It had reached the point where it was profoundly affecting my interactions with women. I had joined the affair site and had been a member for only a few weeks when I spotted this woman. She was sexy and flirty, and responded quickly to my messages, so we arranged to meet for dinner. I told her that I loved sushi and she said she did too. As it happened, there was a great little sushi place, Sushi Yamu, close to where we both lived, so we arranged to meet there.

When she came in, I stood up to greet her, and instantly knew that things were not going to go well. She looked me up and down and didn't even try to hide her reaction. Clearly, I was not what she was expecting.  She sat down abruptly, took up a menu, ordered and ate as quickly as possible. I tried to mask my disappointment; we definitely had a connection online and I had hoped that it would continue in person.