The Spice of Life (The Transformation #1) (9 page)

"Jake! Oh my god, Jake! I am so close. Keep fucking me, right there. Please, fuck me harder!" 

Glancing at the clock, I saw it was 7:50am. I kept fucking her until she was at the edge. Then, just before she came, I stopped. Completely.

She was totally bewildered. "Jake, what are you doing? I'm so close, why are you stopping?"

"Beautiful, it's 7:53am, and your
BLIND
date, Mark will be here soon to snuggle and watch movies like old times," I said sarcastically.

She bowed her head. She knew exactly what was happening: she lied to me about her date.

"Serve him breakfast and talk to him. Tell him the truth," I told her firmly. "When you are ready to be honest with me, call me and let me know. I have a flight out to Vegas this afternoon from Philadelphia airport, so you can call me when I am out there. BDSM is not a game. There is no room for lies or side stepping issues. It's about being honest and trustworthy. If you lie to me now, how will I know you won't lie to me again so you can sleep with another guy? Understand?"

She nodded her head in understanding.

It was 7:55am, I grabbed my belongings, and left her place feeling disgusted. Almost immediately, my phone lit up with a new message from her, "I'm sorry, I want to be with you." I didn't respond back, I needed to get home and get ready for my trip to Vegas.

“Impressive,” said Kelli. “It’s good to know that you can speak your mind so clearly and stick to your beliefs.” Jakes story was making her feel warm all over. She couldn’t believe how strong he was, and she felt moved by what he told her.

She pulled herself together and realized that he was gazing at her intently. He was waiting for her to say something.

“So, uh, that was what happened from the charity event. What about the trip to Vegas?”

“Well, driving home to pack for the trip, my phone kept prompting me of new messages from Megan. I wasn’t responding but they just kept coming:

"I'm sorry"

"Please talk to me"

"Hello, Jake"

"I need to talk to you, to explain"

"Please don't hate me. I know what I did was wrong"

"I need to talk to you"

"Don't hate me, please"

"Call me"

All the messages were coming in about 10 seconds apart. I just let it sit for a while. She needed to get worried and really think about what had taken place. I wasn’t going to be another one of these guys that she could lie to.

In between messages from Megan, I got a new text from an old friend. It was someone that I’d had a casual fling with in the past. I had actually wanted to go deeper with her, but it had remained casual.

"Hi" was the message. My heart raced fiercely. Our paths crossed several times, and I wasn't sure if I was ready for them to cross again after the last time. She had hurt me a lot. I thought it was over and buried by now, but obviously, it's never over. It's never finished business, always unfinished.

Kelli smiled again. “It’s good to know that someone can get through to you,” she said. “I see that you have a heart, after all.”

Jake nodded and continued with his story.

"Hey V, how r u?" I responded.

"Talk? Are you alone?" she said.

"Kinda getting ready to pack for Vegas, can I call you in a bit?"

"KK," she responded.

I knew something had to be wrong. V had only ever texted me when she felt lonely or wanted to talk about something going on in her life.

By this time I was home and packing quickly for my short trip. Already the drama was rolling in.

I thought about the events of the past 24 hours.  I did like Megan, a lot. I felt bad about leaving her in such a state of despair and arousal, but I didn't appreciate being lied to or misled.
Maybe I should give her a second chance?

In the meantime, I had to figure out what do I do about my old friend. It occurred to me that I would have to open up to Megan a bit more, make sure she knew everything about me, and let her know that I cannot commit to any relationship right now.

Finally, I sent her a text to explain myself and put her mind somewhat at ease.

"Megan, I am upset, but I understand why you did what you did. I've been there before, afraid of the truth. I'll call you when I am at the gate, as I'll probably have 30 minutes or so to kill, OK?"

"OMG, thank you Sir xo," she replied.

As I drove to the airport I thought about the fact that V was texting me. It had to be something major; she usually only reached out to me when she was in significant pain.
What could it be?
I knew that she had recently been involved with a guy that I knew was a complete player. I had tried to warn V about him, and knew that she might get hurt, but she’d been obsessed with winning him over. I knew that it was really about the chase on both sides, and that it wouldn’t last, but she was determined to pursue the relationship.

I called her and within a few minutes, she had broken down in tears. He had left her, just like I had predicted. I gave her some words of comfort. It really bothered me to see her in pain. I tried to give her the support that she needed, and she eventually calmed down. I told her that when I got back from my Vegas trip that we could get together and talk about things.

After I checked in and got through security at the airport, I decided to give Megan a call. I figured that I would at least give her a chance to explain herself. She was incredibly grateful and told me over and over again how sorry she was for having deceived me. I told her that I liked her a lot but that I needed for us to be completely transparent with one another from this point forward. There could be no room for any lies.

Megan immediately agreed, and I told her that I was going to be very busy on the Vegas trip, particularly as I was planning to participate in several poker tournaments. However, I also told her that I wanted to take her out for dinner when I came back from Vegas, so that we could get to know each other better.

Kelli felt approving. “Good for you!” she said. “I think second chances are important.” She thought of how many times she had given Paul a second, third, and fourth chance. It had been the right thing to do at the time, even if those days were coming to an end.

“So, you still haven’t told me about Vegas! What happened when you got there?”

“Well, I was ready for a swim, so I got my swim trunks on and headed for the pool. A bunch of my poker buddies were already there and having beers, so I joined them. What immediately caught my eye was the fact that all the guys were sitting in a row, and there was one empty chair. Next to the empty chair was an extraordinarily beautiful woman. Of course I sat in the empty chair.

I sat for a while making small talk with my buddies, but eventually the woman turned to me and struck up a conversation. She asked about the tournament and we got into a great conversation. I can always tell when a woman is interested or available, and this was definitely one of those situations. We started to talk more intimately, and she told me that her boyfriend was also in the pool bragging up his poker tournament prowess. She confessed to me that she traveled all over the country with him, but that she never actually got to spend time with him.

“What do you mean?” I asked her.

She replied, “Well, it’s just that he’s always gambling or sleeping, or out drinking with his buddies! I hardly ever get to see him.”

I leaned in and gazed into her eyes. “Do you get lonely?”

She nodded, slowly. “Yes, yes I do. I just want to be able to spend quality time with the man I love.”

We talked for a few minutes longer before she turned to me. “Jake, I know this might be a lot to ask and you might be busy, but would you be able to just hang out with me for a while? Just dinner and talking?”

I agreed. I was still thinking of both Megan and V, but it seemed like a little friendly company with a beautiful woman couldn’t hurt.

She stood up, and I admired her gorgeous, svelte figure, as she told me that she was going to her room to get ready for dinner.

After she left, a guy came out of the pool and approached me. It turned out that it was her boyfriend. He’d seen me talking to her and felt threatened, I suppose.

He asked me what I’d talked about with her and I told him we’d just chatted about various things. Then he proceeded to tell me that he had met a different girl just hours before and planned to “tap that” during the evening.

Kelli was horrified. “What? He actually TOLD you that?”

Jake nodded. “Yeah. The guy was that arrogant and that stupid. I couldn’t believe that he had such a stunning girlfriend and would treat her like that. I decided right then and there that I was going to teach him a lesson, somehow.”

Kelli nodded in agreement. “I don’t blame you. So what happened next?”

Jake continued, “I asked the boyfriend what his plans were with this other girl. He told me that he was going to wine and dine this other woman before going to her hotel room to fuck her. Without giving him any hint of my motives, I asked which restaurant he was going to take her to, which he told me immediately. The guy was a pompous asshole, who enjoyed bragging about his cheating habits. I had a plan in mind, though.”

I left the pool and headed up to my room to shower and change. On the way, I texted the beautiful girl, Rachelle, and told her to meet me at a famous restaurant inside one of the nicest casinos on the Strip. What I didn’t tell her was that this was the same restaurant that her boyfriend was going to, and around the same time.

She agreed, and we met as planned. She looked even more beautiful, wearing a sexy metallic dress and heels. We went inside and as we were waiting for our table, we chatted. Just then I saw what I had been waiting for. Her boyfriend was across the room, holding hands and stroking his date. I didn’t hesitate; I immediately told Rachelle to look. She gasped, and then she began to cry. She was crying hard, clearly distraught, and I didn’t want her to be embarrassed by drawing attention to herself, so I cradled her head against my chest and rocked back and forth a little, comforting her.

She eventually calmed down and looked up at me. “How did you know?” she whispered.

I kept holding her, and said in a soothing voice, “I just did. I have a good grasp on human nature and I just knew he wasn’t a good guy.”

“What am I going to do?” Rachelle said. She wiped her face and stared up at me with beautiful blue eyes.

“I know exactly what you are going to do. You are going to get revenge. Your boyfriend was actually talking to me earlier. He told me that you are bisexual. Is that true?”

She nodded. “Yeah, it’s true.”

“Well, what he said was that sometimes after he cheats on you with another woman, he doesn’t even bother to shower or clean up before coming home and fucking you. He figures that it doesn’t matter much if you smell or taste another woman’s juices.”

Her face drained of color. She was starting to look furious. “That fucking pig! I knew it! I fucking knew it!”

“Yeah, well this is what you are going to do now. When he gets home tonight, don’t even give him a chance to shower or whatever. Grab him, and go straight for a French kiss. Lots and lots of tongue. Then stop, and tell him very calmly that you saw him with the other girl at the restaurant. After that, proceed to tell him that you immediately hooked up with another man. You can pretend that it was me. Tell him that you let me penetrate every part of your body, and that you swallowed a huge load of my cum. We know it’s not true, but tell him that anyway. Tell him that you didn’t rinse or brush your teeth. Then ask him how he likes the idea of drinking down another man’s juices.”

She looked slightly horrified. “That’s…really gross,” she said.

“Yeah, I know. And that’s the point. You aren’t really going to do that but making him think that you did will teach him a lesson.”

She seemed to take this in, and nodded.

We enjoyed a pleasant dinner together, and then I told her that I needed to go back to my room to get ready for my flight out the next day.

Early that morning, about 2:00am, I got a text message from Rachelle. “OMG, Jake, thank u soooooo much!” it said. She had tried my plan and it worked like a charm. He admitted to having cheated on her dozens of times and they broke up. She was sad, but relieved overall. She thanked me again and told me to stay in touch. “If u ever need anything or just want to talk, please let me know!” she said. “Can I give you a hug, before you leave?”

“Sure, I’m packed and just waiting for my cab, it arrives at 4:00am, so I have some time to kill. I’ll be up to your room in a few minutes.”