The Fabulous life of K.Wilson part -16 – Closure

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LL - Hi ladies - thanks for waiting all weekend for me to finish this! Hope you enjoy!

Kay picked up her cell and dialled the number. She’d been thinking about Frank for the past week and decided to ask his counsellor how her ex was doing in the therapy sessions. Kay figured she may as well check up on Frank, since she was the one bank-rolling his path to being free of his destructive addictions. Stephen Price-Matthews was probably the best specialist in the city when it came to helping people deal with such matters and Kay had paid him almost double his normal fee in exchange for bumping Frank to the top of the list of new clients. Stephen of course, was more than happy to hear from her when he learned she was at the other end of the line.

“Kay…what a surprise!” Stephen said. “How are ya? You’re lucky you caught me this early cos my first appointment is in half an hour.”

“Oh that’s great then. I’m usually in the office from about 8.00, so that’s when I start making calls and all that. Anyway, this isn’t gonna be too long Stephen. Just wanted to ask you about Frank; how’s he doing? Is he responding to treatment?”

“Well, I can’t really go into the details of what we talk about….”

“No of course. Just give me an overview. I’ve known Frank for long enough to know that he can be a stubborn bastard when he wants to be. I just wanna know that I’m not wasting my money.”

“Sure, I can understand totally. He’s doing fine. Slowly but surely…he’s getting there. He’s talking and that’s a good thing. And I’ve not had to call you to report any no-shows either, so I say everything is on track.”

“Good. I’m happy to hear that Stephen…ok then, that’s all. We’re both busy people so I’d better let you go.”

She put her cell back on to the table and set about checking the flurry of emails that were showing on her inbox when Melanie came through on the office line.

“Hi Melanie,”

“Hi Kay. I’ve just literally gotten to my desk when the phone rang; it’s Harman Marmaduke on the line. Can I put him through?”

Kay paused for a moment; a vision flashed through her mind of her last encounter with Harman. While it had been only six months prior, it seemed like a lifetime away since she’d shared her body with a man other than Jack. But did Harman really count? They’d both used each other for their own respective motives and at the end of the day Kay had only fucked him for the sake of winning a contract. Now that she had a serious boyfriend, could she really continue with her old way of doing business? It was a question that would gnaw away at her soul until she reached a resolution.

“Thanks Melanie. Put him through.”

“Kay, it’s been far too long.” Harman remarked. “Hope you’ve not been avoiding me?”

“Harman would I do that to you?” she replied. “Anyway, I’ve just been busy that’s all. Busy putting your brand at the top of the pile with the new ad campaign. But what can I do for you?”

“Mmm…that depends. I think we need to have a strategy meeting soon; but not over the phone. I need a face to face. I need you to come to New York.”

“Really Harman? But we already have a meet with you and some board members in the schedule for the end of next month.”

“No I need to see you sooner than that Kay. Just you and me…as usual.”

“This is a really hard time for me to travel that far,” she said. Kay cursed to herself that there was no real excuse she could think of that would throw Harman off, but she hoped that citing a heavy workload would get him off her back.

“Come on Kay. You own your own company dammit; you can get any of your flunkies to hold the fort while you hop over here. Just stay for a day and then go back. The place isn’t gonna crumble without you.”

“Okay Harman, you got me. But seriously, I need to get things in order before I can promise anything. Gimme till the end of this week to come back to you.”

“Fine miss boss lady. Just don’t keep me waiting too long.”

Great, thought Kay as Harman ended the call. This is all I need…and I don’t wanna lie to Jack. How do I explain a situation like Harman?

****

Frank looked at himself in the mirror; he re-focused his vision again and really looked. There he was Frank Paul Hurston, 45 years old, single, broke and washed up. Who else was there to blame for his life? He knew that he had spent his entire adult life shirking responsibility and never admitting to any living soul that he was wrong about anything. Frank’s pride and arrogance had caught up with him and whist he was busy frittering away his pay checks on booze, slimeball bookies and women, Kay had been cultivating a future for their son. Kay Wilson, the wonderful, strong-willed and enchanting woman that had captured his heart so long ago. Losing her had hurt him, even though back then he could never bring himself to admit it. All the other nameless women in between had only been fillers. At that moment, Frank realised the enormity of what he’d known all along. He’d given up on life from the moment Kay walked out the door.

He wiped the few tears from his face and smiled at the beauty of God’s mercy; the same woman that he still loved was doing as much as she could to drag his ass out of the gutter. The least felt that he could do was co-operate. The re-hab program was actually going better than he had initially dreaded it to be. Talking about his problems in the meetings with the other recovering addicts had liberated him somewhat; Frank was beginning to see a new perspective on life. There was still so much to life for and still so much that he hadn’t done, hadn’t seen. Most importantly, there was Troy.
Frank had broken down in one of his AA group sessions when he described his near death experience from alcohol abuse and the implications it had on his son. What if he did die that night? How could he even have done that to Troy? The healing process wasn’t pretty but it was a necessary step to Frank’s new outlook on the world. Once the clarity of being sober had taken over his life, Frank knew there was so much to live for.

He was about to sit down and write some thoughts in his journal when the door bell rang; when Frank opened the door he didn’t know whether to be happy or not. Sam had decided to drop by uninvited as usual; in fact he walked into the place like the house was his.

“Ayy buddy!” Sam beamed. “How you doin? Still going to the stupid meetin’s?”

Frank ignored his closest friend’s mockery as he shut the front door.

“Okay Sam…what gives? I though you’d have been watching the game by now at the bar. I ain’t got that on cable so….”

“Well I thought I be a good pal and come and pick you up for a good night with me and the guys. I know you gotta pretend to do this re-hab thing, but you can still come out on the weekend and enjoy yourself. Come on? I’ll even make sure you only have a couple o’ beers….”

“Sam…look I appreciate it and all, but….” Frank bit his bottom lip nervously before continuing. Friday night used to be his favourite day of the week because it used to signify the beginning of his famous weekend drinking binges with his boys. It was part of the destructive pattern that he’d sworn in hospital that he would leave behind. Frank had to admit that it wouldn’t be easy with friends like Sam around. Even though they had been tight since he’d started working at the call center decades ago, Frank was bothered a little by the fact that Sam didn’t even come to visit him when he was recovering from his suicide attempt and had only called him at home about two weeks after the fact. Could he even really call Sam a friend? At the end of the day the only thing they had in common used to be their mutual love for drinking until they passed out.

Frank could already see it; Sam would promise to heaven and earth that he wouldn’t let Frank drink too much and then eventually coax him into the loosest pack of females in the bar to a “shots” contest. Then, the bookies would expect him to bet on the game since he was a regular customer…and it would just go down hill from there.

“But what?” Sam interjected. “Let’s go man…I know you’re not gonna tell me that you’re letting your ex control your life? You told me yourself that she ain’t shit; don’t kill yourself trying to go cold turkey. I’m tellin’ ya it ain’t gonna work. I know you too well.”

“Sam, it ain’t got nothing to do with Kay. I’m not going ok…so see ya later man.”

“What you a pussy now Frank? I never thought I see the day man; you of all people. You even drink more than me….”
“No Sam, I used to drink more than you. Shit has to change now.” Frank walked to the door and opened it to let his friend out.

“Oh it’s like that?”

“Yeah,” Frank replied. “It’s like that. I got love for you man, but I can’t do that anymore. I’m done.”

Sam shook his head and headed for his pickup truck parked just outside the house before delivering his parting shot.

“When you get fed up of all this re-hab, de-tox mumbo jumbo, I’ll have your favourite stool at the bar watin’ for ya man.”

Frank felt a sense of relief as he watched his old sparring partner speed off into the night. Spending time in a bar without giving in to the temptation to drink was something that he knew he wasn’t ready to deal with just quite yet.

By the time that Sam had consumed his first few initial beers, Frank had found a better substitute for the bar. He decided that it was high time that he joined a gym.
It was definitely a healthier way to occupy his time….

****


Troy arrived to pick Genny up in a BMW Z4 Coupe that he had rented specially for the occasion courtesy of Jack’s Amex black card. He’d followed the instructions that Jack had given him almost to the letter and after Genny had received a bouquet of flowers delivered to her desk three days in a row, she began to see Troy in a very different light.

When he’d left abruptly on the night of their initial encounter, Genny was burning inside from feelings of inadequacy and confusion. She’d even asked herself why on earth she had to fulfil her ‘black man’ fantasy in the first place. When Troy didn’t call for the entire week following that, Genny had already made up her mind that there wouldn’t be a repeat performance. Well at least that was until he surprised her. Never in a million years did she think that Troy was the one sending her flowers until he called to apologise to her for his behaviour. Then he invited her to dinner at Scala to make up for it. She had to admit that she was pleasantly surprised; most men under 25 didn’t even know what Scala was, let alone have the clout to get a table there. The restaurant was one of the most exclusive spots in town, and bookings had to be made two weeks prior in order to guarantee a table.

Genny had been so impressed that she did a little homework on Troy. She was intrigued to discover that his mother was the omnipresent Ad queen Kay Wilson. Well that explained everything; Troy was obviously doing a good job of spending his mother’s millions. Not that Genny blamed him; after all, isn’t money there to be spent?

Once they arrived at the restaurant, Troy felt good when he tossed the car keys over to the valet. Having a taste of what Jack’s life was probably like was making a lasting impression on Troy. It was something like being a movie star, but without the fame. Even though he was content with living his simple life, Troy guessed that being wealthy and privileged was a very attractive prospect. In fact, Jack was fast becoming his new role model. Troy didn’t blame his mother for falling for such a man.

Everybody in the room paused to check out Genny and Troy as the waiter led them to their table. The young couple sparkled in comparison to the other diners; the men tried to stare at Genny in her slinky red dress and long legs without being caught by their wives. The women gazed dreamily at Troy who looked like something out of a Hugo Boss billboard while their men were distracted. Once the two eventually sat down, their audience all went back to enjoying their respective meals.

“So Genny,” Troy began. “What do you think? Is this nice enough for you?”

“It’s perfect Troy…but how in the hell did you get a table in here? Last time my dad wanted to book one for my birthday last year, they said we had to wait three weeks for a table.” She replied.

“I pulled some strings. I know a guy, who knows guy….” He winked.

“Well tell the guy that I said thanks. I’ve always wanted to eat here; I hear that they do the best sea bass in town.”

“Okay then, let’s check out the menu,”

Troy almost choked on his spit when he found that that sea bass Genny mentioned was $40.00. Thank God this is on Jack’s tab, he thought.

They ate, had a little wine and talked until the waiter asked if they wanted some coffee. Genny looked at Troy at that moment and he knew exactly how to play his card.

“No thanks. We’ll have the bill please.” Troy said.

Genny smiled. The evening had been wonderful so far; she only hoped that he wouldn’t end up ruining it like the last time.

They eventually left Scala and Troy drove them to the Mandarin Hotel. The suite that Troy had booked was painfully expensive at $1000.00 a night. He was about to make sure that he got his money’s worth. As soon as he shut the door behind him, Troy turned into a man on a mission. He grabbed Genny from behind and turned her around to face him before she could even kick off her shoes. The subsequent kiss that Troy gave her rendered her panties pointless; they quickly became soaked through as Genny became wetter and wetter with every passing second. He took his lips and kissed her neck softly, thus sending a shiver of desire down her spine. As the kisses became more urgent, Troy held her tighter and caressed her body slowly. Genny gasped as he found her zip and pulled it down; after that, her dressed seemed to just slide off her body. When he eventually unhooked her bra, she reciprocated by unzipping his pants and pushing his jacket off his shoulders. They both staggered to the bed in desperation and Troy was about to enter her when he remembered what he had to do.

It seemed to Genny that everything was moving in slow motion when Troy got on his knees and pulled her wet pussy to his face; she certainly hadn’t expected him to go down on her. It was a very pleasant surprise. His tongue licked her in places that hadn’t seen any action in months. Troy began to get more creative as she called out his name huskily; she pulled his head closer when he sucked her clit lightly, so he figured she liked that a lot. Troy sucked it rapidly and increased the pressure; Genny moved her hips in response and guided him to slide one of his fingers inside her.

“Yes…like that,” she whispered. “Finger fuck me and suck my clit baby…yes…mmm….”

It wasn’t long before Genny came quite hard and bucked her pussy up and down on his face. Troy savoured every drop of the pussy juice face mask and then finally stood up to let his dick get some action. He was about to turn around to get a condom, when Genny surprised him by grabbing his hard shaft. She looked up at him smiling, then gave the top of his dick a teasing lick.

“You didn’t think I’d let you fuck me without tasting your juicy black cock did you?” she said. “I just have to after the performance you just put in…it would be a crime not too….”

Troy didn’t argue with her and felt his muscles tense as she slipped him into her mouth. The visual was spectacular from his end as her lips got acquainted with all nine inches of his dick. Genny then drove him crazy as she grabbed his firm ass cheeks and pulled his body closer to her, then proceeded to deep throat him. Troy almost came from that alone but held back with all his will; Genny’s blow-job was filthy at best and saliva ran down her chin from her vigorous sucking technique. It was becoming harder for him to hold back from his orgasm as she continued.

“Damn Genny…I don’t wanna come yet.” He protested. “I still want us to fuck, slow down.”

“Can’t you get hard again?” she asked.

“I can but…tonight is supposed to be all about you. Genny….”

“Then shut up and fuck my face. I wanna feel your jizz down my throat first. Then you can fuck me.” she commanded.

Troy couldn’t bring himself to speak anymore as she guided his hands and put them behind her head, then pulled his body toward her sharply. His dick was deep in her mouth and she looked up at him with determination as he slowly began to slide in and out of her pink lips. He was being careful not to choke her, she smacked him ass and gestured for him to move faster. After enough encouragement from Genny, Troy eventually began to fuck her mouth urgently; soon enough, his breath became rapid and his face contorted. The moment that Genny had been previously deprived had finally arrived.

“I’m gonna come now.” He warned. Genny didn’t flinch at all as Troy’s orgasm took over his body. She stuck out her tongue so he could watch his semen land on it and even let some of it drip off her lips. Once he was done, she swallowed the fluids and wiped her mouth. Genny was triumphant and Troy was in awe. When he eventually got hard again, it would be another couple of hours before he next came. Genny screamed until she was hoarse when Troy fucked her; they changed into more positions than she knew even existed and by the time they were done, her pussy was dry and sore. Troy’s final release of the night was sprayed all over Genny’s tits as soon as he pulled the condom off. As Genny rubbed the fluid into her skin, she knew that she’d just found the perfect fuck buddy.

*****

As she lay on Jack’s chest while they were watching TV, Kay seriously contemplated telling him about Harman. Jack was stroking her hair absent-mindedly as his eyes were fixated on the screen; if he had only looked down at that moment, he would have clocked the worried look on her face.

After the revelation about the entire ‘Mistress Klymaxx’ website, Kay didn’t know if their relationship would survive another one. There was no easy way to put it; fucking for contracts was just as grimy as it sounded. It had gotten her far business wise, but then again, Kay had only done all that because she wasn’t attached to anyone, talk less of being in love.

When Jack eventually reached down to kiss her passionately, her decision was made for her. There was no way she was going to let Harman Marmaduke destroy the thing she had going with Jack. Once she reached New York, Kay planned to let him down gently and explain that she was now taken. Jack didn’t have to know a thing…and of course, Harman was discreet and his reputation meant everything to him. She was confident that he wouldn’t tell a soul.

“Jack…I just found out today that I need to spend a day in New York for an emergency meeting next week,” Kay remarked.

“Really?” he replied.

“Yeah, I know it sucks but, it’s a big client. I’ll have to stay the night too….”

“Okay lady. Comes with the territory doesn’t it?”

“Doesn’t it just….”

Kay locked Jack’s fingers around her own as the continued to watch the screen; she only hoped that the other ghosts from her past wouldn’t come back to haunt her.

Thoughts?


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