The Little Red Notebook: The Batman and 4E
THE LITTLE RED NOTEBOOK: THE BATMAN AND 4E
That night back in my apartment:
“Meow.”
“What is it, Salem?”
My sexy black cat is pawing the book on my bedstand. The one I can’t stop reading about the witches of the 17th century in New England.
I walk in from the living room in my underwear and t shirt holding a glass of red wine. Castle Rock Pinot Noir. The label reads: Our Pinot Noir is elegant and medium-bodied, offering aromas of cherry, tea and herbal spice. On the palate, the wine gives flavors of black cherry, plum and spice. Meow.
I set the long stem glass down on my bedstand, climb into bed and pick up the book and begin reading to Salem.
“It says here, our favorite witch Nona has the ability to cast unlocking spells. Now what exactly does that mean?” I ask my cat. Salem just looks at me with her green eyes, then over to my smartphone.
It rings.
To the sound of Sarah McLachlan singing Promise in her soft, sultry voice:
Listen as the wind blows
From across the great divide
Voices trapped in yearning
Memories trapped in time
I reach for my phone.
10:05 pm?
“Meow,” I curiously answer.
“Did you just answer your phone with a meow?” Jenny laughs.
“I think that was Salem, my super intelligent black cat,” I purr.
“Hmmm. Where are you now?”
“In bed.”
“Being naughty?”
“Maybe.”
“What is your right hand doing?”
“Waiting for you to move it where you want it,” I respond.
“Move it over your bare tummy.”
“I’m wearing a White Stripes t shirt.”
“Oh, a fan of Jack White?”
“Who isn’t?”
“His band wasn’t that big in Australia. Though his solo career and the group The Dead Weather he formed later seemed to be a hit.”
“That’s odd,” I remark.
“Well, we are upside down, Down Under,” and we both laugh.
“Now where should my hand go,” my breath getting short and I feel a slight buzz of excitement.
“Lower, between your legs, my sexy feline,” Jenny’s voice so inviting.
“I feel my panties.”
“Describe them,” she orders.
“Calvin Klein grey tanga style with rainbow waistband.”
“Umm. Snap the waistband.”
I put my thumb under it and pinching with my forefinger the elastic rainbow band lifts up a few inches and I let go: Snap!
“Did you hear that?” I ask giggling.
“Oh my god! Yes! Do it again!” she demands.
Snap! Snap!! Snap!!!
We can’t stop laughing now.
“Why did you call?” I ask.
“To play with your kitty,” Jenny answers.
“Ok,” I purr.
“Now move your hand inside those sexy grey tanga briefs and touch yourself.”
Silence. More silence.
“Uhhh,” my voice indicates the pleasure I’m feeling.
“That’s a good kitty. Now don’t stop till you are nice and wet for your courier.”
After a few more minutes my labia folds are wet.
“I wish you were here to lick me,” I whisper dreamily.
“I am, baby. Now dip a finger in and let me taste you.”
My long middle finger goes in and I wiggle it around for a few seconds. Then I pull it out and loudly suck on it so Jenny can hear me on the phone.
“Tell me, Jenny, how do I taste?” I close my eyes waiting for her response as my tongue moves up and down my finger.
“Like tangy kiwi hidden by tanga briefs,” she laughs.
“You’re silly,” I softly respond.
“Sarah?”
“Yes, Jenny?”
“Let’s go to the movies tomorrow and see The Batman.”
“Ok,” my eyes are closing again.
Morpheus has arrived, and I quickly enter dreamland. Salem purrs beside me.
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My phone wakes me up to the sound of Sarah McLachlan:
Oh you speak to me in riddles and
You speak to me in rhymes
My body aches to breathe your breath
Your words keep me alive
My eyes pop open and my hand reaches out and bumps into Salem.
“Meow!” she protests and jumps off our bed.
I find my phone under my sheets. Hmm, I vaguely recall talking to someone last night. But who?
I see Jenny is calling me. Oh, yes, we did talk last night! I think? Meow.
“Hello.”
“No meow?” Jenny’s voice comes across cheerful as always.
“Sorry, what?” I giggle.
“Oh, last night. Never mind. Are you ready to go see The Batman?”
“Uhhhh, shit! Sorry. I mean, yeah! What time is it at?”
“Don’t worry, it doesn’t start in like another two hours. You fell asleep talking to me last night, so I thought I would check to make sure you remembered. And I was right, it seems your self-induced orgasm made you forget,” I can hear the mirth in her voice.
“Wait! I think you made me do it!” I shout back.
“Uh huh. Maybe. So are you going?”
“Of course! I’ll meet you there!”
Jenny tells me she already bought the tickets online and what theater I need to meet her. We end the call.
“I have a movie date with Jenny!” I happily exclaim to Salem. I pick her up and dance around my little apartment.
I set her down on the kitchen counter, next to the coffee maker and tell her to brew some coffee. She watches my body quickly disappear into my bedroom and soon the shower turns on. Nice and hot. To wake this kitty up. Ummm. I finish cleaning and drying myself then quickly sort through my clothes. Pink bralette, pink socks, and… a nice sexy pair of pink tanga briefs. I smell them. Yes, they are clean! Giggles. I go with an olive ribbed Henley and a pair of high waist, skinny leg jeans that fit slim and tight.
I grab my blue Asics and lace them up. Salem knows I’m leaving and begins to rub my ankles.
“I know Salem. I keep leaving you. But you get the apartment all to yourself,” I bend over and kiss her.
Zipping up my hoodie, I head out into the cold afternoon. Gray winter skies and gusts of wind follow me to the bus stop.
Inside the movie theater I spy Jenny in line at the concession stand. I slip in behind her and casually squeeze her butt.
“Oh!” she turns around. Our lips accidentally (well, maybe not) meet and we kiss.
“So, it’s going to be one of those dates,” she smiles.
“No. That’s all the touching I will do,” I wink.
“Did you want something?”
“Yes. Butter fingers,” I innocently request.
“You Americans have the silliest candy bars,” she laughs.
“And tell me some of yours, pretty Jenny.”
“We have Chokito, Curly Wurly, and Violet Crumble,” she responds.
“Umm, I would love to crumble some chocolate on your violet petals,” I meow.
Another long kiss follows and we are interrupted to make our order. Then we carry our snacks and drinks to our seats.
We have a few minutes to talk before the previews start.
“So you got a babysitter for Liza?” I ask.
“Yes. A teenager who lives in my apartment complex. Her name is Chloe. She’s so cute. Always wears purple lipstick which blends well with her brown skin. And her hair! So long and frizzy! Curls everywhere! And she already has a collection of tattoos on one arm.”
“Oh. What are they?”
“She has a lovely butterfly. And a snake that wraps around her wrist.”
The lights dim and the movie screen comes to life. 30 minutes later, the Warner Bros. logo finally appears. The Batman begins!
I’m impressed by the expansive visuals, so haunting and daring. Robert Pattinson is excellent as the new Batman, almost exceeding Christian Bale. But I came for Catwoman.
“God, she’s hawt!” Jenny whispers too loudly.
“Shh! I know!” I reply in a hushed tone.
“Who is she?” Jenny asks.
“Zoë Kravitz,” I answer.
“Zoë is hawt!!” Jenny teases me, again too loud for a movie theater.
I sink lower into my seat. Jenny just giggles and reaches over to take my hand. I feel her greasy fingers from all that buttered popcorn she keeps munching. I bring her delicate hand up to my mouth. A few cat licks won’t hurt.
Lick Lick Lick…
“Stop it, I’m trying to watch Catwoman and Batman kiss,” she hisses.
“I’m your Catwoman,” and I lean over and kiss my inviting Jenny on her full lips.
We sit through the end credits and try to decipher the green question mark that pops up. We look at each other and smile. As we approach the exit, Jenny invites me back to her apartment.
“You just want me to see Chloe.”
“Yes, so you two can discuss what tattoo you should put here,” and Jenny reaches around and softly but suggestively squeezes my left butt cheek.
“Umm, you’re so naughty in public,” I purr.
Thirty-five minutes later after hopping from one bus to a second bus, we arrive at her apartment. Chloe is on the couch studying her iPhone. Her long frizzy golden amber curly hair moves over her shoulders as her head slightly bounces to hidden, unheard music.
“Hello, Chloe!” Jenny softly shouts as we enter the living room.
Chloe looks up and removes her earbuds.
“Oh, hi!”
“This is my… friend, Sarah.”
Chloe springs off the couch and shakes my hand. My eyes look at her arm. A long snake coiled around her wrist makes its way up and around her forearm to her elbow.
“That’s cool,” I remark.
“Thanks! Would you like to see my butterfly?”
I look into her face. Light brown skin with so many freckles. She is starting to look like Zoë. I’m getting wild thoughts. Maybe she has to take off her shirt to show me the butterfly. Sarah!! Meow.
“Definitely,” I reply trying to control my thoughts but studying all those cute dots covering her cheeks and nose.
She quickly rolls up her sleeve and there, I witness the beautiful lepidoptera. The left side represents an accurate image, but the right is made up of flowers in the shape of a wing.
“Wow. Impressive,” I smile.
“Chole, could you stay for a while longer?” Jenny asks.
“Sure.”
“Has Liza been sleeping long?”
“Yeah, she never woke up, hah hah. She’s been napping all day,” Chole informs us.
“Good. Let me wake her up and you two can play for a bit,” Jenny suggests.
I talk with Chole some more as Jenny brings Liza into the living room with some of her toys. Then Jenny takes me to her bedroom and closes the door.
“What are you doing?” my voice sounding slightly alarmed.
“I think you know. And I’m sure Chole is smart enough to figure it out too. Don’t be worried. Remember, I’m not the one who sucked melted butter off my fingers in public.”
“But that was in the dark!” I try to make it sound like I’m hesitant, but my expression is very inviting.
“Just take your hoodie off and unzip those tight jeans,” Jenny orders.
As I do, I watch her remove her top and loosen her jeans as well.
“Now get on my bed, you little kitten,” as she pushes me back onto her soft mattress.
She climbs over me as her swollen breasts sway. Like pendulums. My eyes match their movements. Back and forth.
“You are obsessed with my milk jugs!” she hisses, but not too loud so Chloe might hear.
“I just don’t want you spilling any on my clean olive Henley. It would show,” I giggle.
“What silly thoughts you have! Now be quiet,” Jenny instructs me.
Her right hand goes inside my unzipped jeans. Over my tanga briefs. Cupping my warm, inviting mound.
“I can feel some dampness,” she hisses.
“Sitting for several hours beside you in the dark theater, it was too much, honey,” I confess.
Her other hand disappears inside her loose jeans. She brings it back out and presses it against my thin lips. I feel her wetness. We don’t say anything. She returns it back inside her jeans as her other hand continues to massage my kitty through my pink tanga briefs.
Liza screams with laughter from the living room. Her toys whistle and ring.
We silently stare intensely at each other. Both her arms moving rhythmically between our legs. I hold my breath, like I don’t want to get caught. The stimulation is almost unreal. Jenny begins to breathe deeply in and out as she silently climbs her orgasmic ladder. I let out my held breath with a gasp and resume breathing.
“I want that one!” we hear Liza gleefully exclaim.
“Yes, you can have it!” Chloe laughs.
Jenny freezes and then I watch her upper body shake, like an earthquake with an epicenter between her legs.
“Jenny,” I urgently whisper, as I try to sit up and hold her.
Jenny holds me down with one hand between my breasts and raises a finger to her lips to keep me quiet.
“I want to make you cum now. Can you take off your jeans, they look super tight on you?” she asks me.
“No,” I whisper back.
“That’s ok.”
She looks around her room for a moment. Chole makes Liza scream with laughter again. Then Jenny decides to pull hers down. Once past her butt she sits back and pulls them down to her knees.
Liza is yelling and playing with her toys. Just down the hallway. With her babysitter. Chole. And her purple lipstick. And her golden amber hair. And her suggestive tattoos.
I watch Jenny frantically try to extricate herself from her restrictive jeans and I almost laugh. She pleads with me to help and lifts her legs in my direction. I reach and yank them off her ankles. She moves up over me.
“Fuck. I want you so bad. If I can’t eat you, then eat me!” she whispers fiercely.
I look up at her swollen wet labia and the light brown patch of pubic hair. I obediently lift my head and kiss her sex. My lips are covered in her nectar and I lick them like a dutiful cat.
My tongue wastes no time in case Liza needs her mother. Jenny helps by spreading her lips for me. I look up further seeing a jeweled fairy on a silver necklace swinging between her big jugs. The fairy is bouncing from one breast to the other as my licking makes her body tremble.
“Is that another fairy like your earrings?” I ask between licking.
“Yes, it was a matching set. Now stop talking!” she quietly hisses.
Again, I comply and collect her pockets of sweet elixir on the tip of my tongue and swallow. I repeat for several heated minutes. Soon Jenny’s breathing is back to normal and she sits beside me.
We hear Chloe chasing Liza down the hallway. Their footsteps right outside the door! We hold our breath and hold hands like we are ready to run. But their footsteps return to the living room.
“Are you ok?” Jenny asks.
“Yes. This was totally unexpected. You’re such a bad mother. Maybe I should report you to social services.”
“That’s not funny. Hey, sorry your jeans are so tight. I really want to see you naked. Maybe I can get Chloe to spend the night some weekend and I could stay at your place.”
“That would be cool. So when I leave here, I’ll tell Chloe I was petting your kitty.”
“I don’t have a kitty,” and we both laugh.
I watch Jenny reassemble her jeans and pull them on as I zip up my hoodie. In the living room Liza runs to me and I stoop down and say bye. I stand up and wave to Chloe who doesn’t give any indication as to what she is thinking. Finally, I say bye to Jenny and exit.
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Monday was hectic at work. Ellen was busy reading and signing documents all morning and taking calls all afternoon. I was completing supportive tasks and taking some phone calls with potential clients to determine if the firm should consider setting up a prospective interview.
I couldn’t even find time to go down to the mailroom and say hi to Jenny!
Just before lunch I get a text message on my phone. It’s from my gf Nova. It’s a selfie. A naughty selfie. She’s standing in her bathroom aiming the camera at the side of her body. I see her gray undies tight against her butt crack and her bottom cheeks exposed to my eyes. She’s pulling up her shirt which provides a profile view of her left boob. AND her plump nipple is protruding. That’s where my mouth should be. Meow!
I text back:
You’re HOT!!! Are you free for lunch?
NO! Busy. I have maybe 15 minutes.
Let’s meet in the breakroom
Ok
At 11:05 am the microwave dings and I pull out my meal. I watch my gf arrive and scan the vending machines as I pick a table for us and sit down. Then Nova joins me as I struggle to open the packet of soy sauce. I look up.
“You’re having Reese’s and Coke for lunch?” I gasp.
“Shut it. They are heart shaped for Valentine’s Day. If they had pumpkins, I would’ve got those.”
We both giggle. Nova always wishing it were Halloween.
“What about you, eggrolls? Thinking of Justine our Chinese delivery specialist?” Nova counters.
“Ummm, yes,” as I bite into a soy drenched eggroll thinking of Justine’s ginger hair and succulent strawberry vagina.
“So, tell me what you did on the weekend?” Nova asks.
“Well, I had sex with a stranger at The Bowery Hotel on Saturday, and sex with Jenny on Sunday,” I casually answer as I dip another eggroll in the puddle of soy sauce on my plate.
“Wow! So, tell me about Saturday first,” Nova requests as she sips some Coke through her straw.
“I called her the librarian. She was petite with raven hair and glasses.”
“You did it in a room?”
“No. It was in a sitting room near the lobby.”
“You did it there?!!??”
“No. That’s where I met her. Then without talking she led me to the bathroom.”
“Wait. What do you mean ‘without talking’?”
“She was deaf. It was part of my next dare from the little red notebook. I was told to look for someone reading a particular book.”
“No way! I heard they can have super heightened senses with the loss of one or more. Was that true for her?”
“Oh, yes. I asked. She confirmed.”
“Totally amazing! When did you find out she was deaf?”
“Not till we were in the bathroom!” I laugh.
“Did she moan?”
“Oh, yes! Rather profoundly. I was shocked and amazed. I had to cover her mouth,” again I giggle.
“Lucky you! I just whimper and bite my lower lip when you eat me.”
“Shhh!!! And what you do is plenty, Nova. You know I love you.”
“Just teasing. And what did you do with Jenny on Sunday?”
“First, we saw The Batman, and it was excellent!”
“Well, it has your alter ego, Catwoman.”
“Meow,” I say and we both laugh.
“Did you have sex in the movie theater?”
“I just don’t have sex anywhere in public,” I say as we both laugh. “She made her babysitter stay.”
“And watch?” Nova’s eyes light up.
“No, silly! Jenny has a daughter, Liza. Chloe, the babysitter, was with her in the living room while we…”
“You had sex when her babysitter was there?!!??”
“Yes, down the short hallway, in her bedroom!” I say in a hushed tone.
“Fuck. The risks you are taking. So bold. When we first me, you were just happy to masturbate in the bathroom stall,” Nova recalls and we both laugh out loud. Other employees look up from their heated frozen meals and snacks and wonder just what we think is so funny on a hectic Monday. We catch their quizzical looks and laugh some more. Just two girlfriends talking about casual sex in the lunchroom. Meow.
Before the day ends, I check with our office manager. I’m told that most meetings are usually scheduled for later in the week, and that there will be none tomorrow. So with that piece of information, I am relieved that the conference room 4E will be vacant for Tuesday. My “private” meeting with clue girl. Meow.
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Tuesday, 9:05 am
I walk into Ellen’s office with a steaming cup of coffee in both hands. I kick the door shut.
Bang!
“Oh, sorry,” I quietly say.
“Morning, Sarah. Thanks for the coffee. You didn’t have to, but thanks,” as she accepts the cup.
I sit down and sip mine.
“I hope today isn’t like yesterday,” I say as I adjust my butt in her chair.
“Don’t worry, yesterday was unusual. I see smoother sailing today. Though you never know with the senior partners. They change gears so rapidly sometimes.”
“Are there any important objectives today?” I ask.
“No, whatever I sent you in the email this morning should suffice. I will let you know if something comes up.”
I get up and exit her office. This time the door closes softly.
Click.
Tuesday, 9:30 am
I’m sitting at my desk typing on my laptop. My mind starts thinking about room 4E. 10:00 am. It’s approaching quickly!
Tuesday, 9:35 am
I feel perspiration form on my forehead. I look around. I take a few deep breaths. I open a roll of Ice Breakers, wintergreen flavor and pop one in my mouth. In case I need to kiss clue girl, I want to be prepared. Give her a blast of freshness. What am I thinking? She may not even by my type!
Tuesday 9:40 am
My desk phone rings.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Sarah. You have a visitor down here on the first floor.”
Hmmm. I tell the caller I will be right down and hang up the phone. I better clear this up before my “private” meeting. I get on the elevator and punch the number 1 button.
Ding!
The doors open. I walk out and over to the receptionist in the lobby. He looks up and smiles at me and points to the waiting room around the corner.
“She’s waiting in there for you,” he says.
I thank him and walk around the corner. Empty. No one is waiting. I decide not to bother the receptionist. My meeting is approaching. No time to waste. I get back on the elevator and punch the number 4 button.
Tuesday, 9:50 am
Ding!
The doors open. I walk out and down the hallway lined with doors. All conference rooms. My feet stop in front of a door. I look at the sign. 4E. I take another deep breath and open the door…
I walk in and it’s empty. I breathe out. Good. I will sit here and wait for her. Only a few minutes before our meeting.
I walk around the large oval table and pull a chair out. Before I sit down, my throat gets real dry. I turn to the tray by the wall for some water. As I walk to it, I notice…
The Little Red Notebook!!!
Fuck! She has already been here and left! That sneaky cat!!!
I can only guess that was her trick to get me down to the lobby as she climbed the stairs and deposited the notebook. This cat and mouse game is delightfully amusing. Meow.
I open the little red notebook and read her latest entry:
The Stranger you met at The Bowery informed me that she was very satisfied. You passed that test.
But I am not ready to reveal myself. We are both adept a laying traps. Are you my equal? Maybe.
My next dare for you, my Cheshire, is a test of courage.
If you want to continue this mystery game and find out who I am,
please go to The Green Room on Friday at 7 pm and ask for Sade.
That night back in my apartment:
“Meow.”
“What is it, Salem?”
My sexy black cat is pawing the book on my bedstand. The one I can’t stop reading about the witches of the 17th century in New England.
I walk in from the living room in my underwear and t shirt holding a glass of red wine. Castle Rock Pinot Noir. The label reads: Our Pinot Noir is elegant and medium-bodied, offering aromas of cherry, tea and herbal spice. On the palate, the wine gives flavors of black cherry, plum and spice. Meow.
I set the long stem glass down on my bedstand, climb into bed and pick up the book and begin reading to Salem.
“It says here, our favorite witch Nona has the ability to cast unlocking spells. Now what exactly does that mean?” I ask my cat. Salem just looks at me with her green eyes, then over to my smartphone.
It rings.
To the sound of Sarah McLachlan singing Promise in her soft, sultry voice:
Listen as the wind blows
From across the great divide
Voices trapped in yearning
Memories trapped in time
I reach for my phone.
10:05 pm?
“Meow,” I curiously answer.
“Did you just answer your phone with a meow?” Jenny laughs.
“I think that was Salem, my super intelligent black cat,” I purr.
“Hmmm. Where are you now?”
“In bed.”
“Being naughty?”
“Maybe.”
“What is your right hand doing?”
“Waiting for you to move it where you want it,” I respond.
“Move it over your bare tummy.”
“I’m wearing a White Stripes t shirt.”
“Oh, a fan of Jack White?”
“Who isn’t?”
“His band wasn’t that big in Australia. Though his solo career and the group The Dead Weather he formed later seemed to be a hit.”
“That’s odd,” I remark.
“Well, we are upside down, Down Under,” and we both laugh.
“Now where should my hand go,” my breath getting short and I feel a slight buzz of excitement.
“Lower, between your legs, my sexy feline,” Jenny’s voice so inviting.
“I feel my panties.”
“Describe them,” she orders.
“Calvin Klein grey tanga style with rainbow waistband.”
“Umm. Snap the waistband.”
I put my thumb under it and pinching with my forefinger the elastic rainbow band lifts up a few inches and I let go: Snap!
“Did you hear that?” I ask giggling.
“Oh my god! Yes! Do it again!” she demands.
Snap! Snap!! Snap!!!
We can’t stop laughing now.
“Why did you call?” I ask.
“To play with your kitty,” Jenny answers.
“Ok,” I purr.
“Now move your hand inside those sexy grey tanga briefs and touch yourself.”
Silence. More silence.
“Uhhh,” my voice indicates the pleasure I’m feeling.
“That’s a good kitty. Now don’t stop till you are nice and wet for your courier.”
After a few more minutes my labia folds are wet.
“I wish you were here to lick me,” I whisper dreamily.
“I am, baby. Now dip a finger in and let me taste you.”
My long middle finger goes in and I wiggle it around for a few seconds. Then I pull it out and loudly suck on it so Jenny can hear me on the phone.
“Tell me, Jenny, how do I taste?” I close my eyes waiting for her response as my tongue moves up and down my finger.
“Like tangy kiwi hidden by tanga briefs,” she laughs.
“You’re silly,” I softly respond.
“Sarah?”
“Yes, Jenny?”
“Let’s go to the movies tomorrow and see The Batman.”
“Ok,” my eyes are closing again.
Morpheus has arrived, and I quickly enter dreamland. Salem purrs beside me.
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My phone wakes me up to the sound of Sarah McLachlan:
Oh you speak to me in riddles and
You speak to me in rhymes
My body aches to breathe your breath
Your words keep me alive
My eyes pop open and my hand reaches out and bumps into Salem.
“Meow!” she protests and jumps off our bed.
I find my phone under my sheets. Hmm, I vaguely recall talking to someone last night. But who?
I see Jenny is calling me. Oh, yes, we did talk last night! I think? Meow.
“Hello.”
“No meow?” Jenny’s voice comes across cheerful as always.
“Sorry, what?” I giggle.
“Oh, last night. Never mind. Are you ready to go see The Batman?”
“Uhhhh, shit! Sorry. I mean, yeah! What time is it at?”
“Don’t worry, it doesn’t start in like another two hours. You fell asleep talking to me last night, so I thought I would check to make sure you remembered. And I was right, it seems your self-induced orgasm made you forget,” I can hear the mirth in her voice.
“Wait! I think you made me do it!” I shout back.
“Uh huh. Maybe. So are you going?”
“Of course! I’ll meet you there!”
Jenny tells me she already bought the tickets online and what theater I need to meet her. We end the call.
“I have a movie date with Jenny!” I happily exclaim to Salem. I pick her up and dance around my little apartment.
I set her down on the kitchen counter, next to the coffee maker and tell her to brew some coffee. She watches my body quickly disappear into my bedroom and soon the shower turns on. Nice and hot. To wake this kitty up. Ummm. I finish cleaning and drying myself then quickly sort through my clothes. Pink bralette, pink socks, and… a nice sexy pair of pink tanga briefs. I smell them. Yes, they are clean! Giggles. I go with an olive ribbed Henley and a pair of high waist, skinny leg jeans that fit slim and tight.
I grab my blue Asics and lace them up. Salem knows I’m leaving and begins to rub my ankles.
“I know Salem. I keep leaving you. But you get the apartment all to yourself,” I bend over and kiss her.
Zipping up my hoodie, I head out into the cold afternoon. Gray winter skies and gusts of wind follow me to the bus stop.
Inside the movie theater I spy Jenny in line at the concession stand. I slip in behind her and casually squeeze her butt.
“Oh!” she turns around. Our lips accidentally (well, maybe not) meet and we kiss.
“So, it’s going to be one of those dates,” she smiles.
“No. That’s all the touching I will do,” I wink.
“Did you want something?”
“Yes. Butter fingers,” I innocently request.
“You Americans have the silliest candy bars,” she laughs.
“And tell me some of yours, pretty Jenny.”
“We have Chokito, Curly Wurly, and Violet Crumble,” she responds.
“Umm, I would love to crumble some chocolate on your violet petals,” I meow.
Another long kiss follows and we are interrupted to make our order. Then we carry our snacks and drinks to our seats.
We have a few minutes to talk before the previews start.
“So you got a babysitter for Liza?” I ask.
“Yes. A teenager who lives in my apartment complex. Her name is Chloe. She’s so cute. Always wears purple lipstick which blends well with her brown skin. And her hair! So long and frizzy! Curls everywhere! And she already has a collection of tattoos on one arm.”
“Oh. What are they?”
“She has a lovely butterfly. And a snake that wraps around her wrist.”
The lights dim and the movie screen comes to life. 30 minutes later, the Warner Bros. logo finally appears. The Batman begins!
I’m impressed by the expansive visuals, so haunting and daring. Robert Pattinson is excellent as the new Batman, almost exceeding Christian Bale. But I came for Catwoman.
“God, she’s hawt!” Jenny whispers too loudly.
“Shh! I know!” I reply in a hushed tone.
“Who is she?” Jenny asks.
“Zoë Kravitz,” I answer.
“Zoë is hawt!!” Jenny teases me, again too loud for a movie theater.
I sink lower into my seat. Jenny just giggles and reaches over to take my hand. I feel her greasy fingers from all that buttered popcorn she keeps munching. I bring her delicate hand up to my mouth. A few cat licks won’t hurt.
Lick Lick Lick…
“Stop it, I’m trying to watch Catwoman and Batman kiss,” she hisses.
“I’m your Catwoman,” and I lean over and kiss my inviting Jenny on her full lips.
We sit through the end credits and try to decipher the green question mark that pops up. We look at each other and smile. As we approach the exit, Jenny invites me back to her apartment.
“You just want me to see Chloe.”
“Yes, so you two can discuss what tattoo you should put here,” and Jenny reaches around and softly but suggestively squeezes my left butt cheek.
“Umm, you’re so naughty in public,” I purr.
Thirty-five minutes later after hopping from one bus to a second bus, we arrive at her apartment. Chloe is on the couch studying her iPhone. Her long frizzy golden amber curly hair moves over her shoulders as her head slightly bounces to hidden, unheard music.
“Hello, Chloe!” Jenny softly shouts as we enter the living room.
Chloe looks up and removes her earbuds.
“Oh, hi!”
“This is my… friend, Sarah.”
Chloe springs off the couch and shakes my hand. My eyes look at her arm. A long snake coiled around her wrist makes its way up and around her forearm to her elbow.
“That’s cool,” I remark.
“Thanks! Would you like to see my butterfly?”
I look into her face. Light brown skin with so many freckles. She is starting to look like Zoë. I’m getting wild thoughts. Maybe she has to take off her shirt to show me the butterfly. Sarah!! Meow.
“Definitely,” I reply trying to control my thoughts but studying all those cute dots covering her cheeks and nose.
She quickly rolls up her sleeve and there, I witness the beautiful lepidoptera. The left side represents an accurate image, but the right is made up of flowers in the shape of a wing.
“Wow. Impressive,” I smile.
“Chole, could you stay for a while longer?” Jenny asks.
“Sure.”
“Has Liza been sleeping long?”
“Yeah, she never woke up, hah hah. She’s been napping all day,” Chole informs us.
“Good. Let me wake her up and you two can play for a bit,” Jenny suggests.
I talk with Chole some more as Jenny brings Liza into the living room with some of her toys. Then Jenny takes me to her bedroom and closes the door.
“What are you doing?” my voice sounding slightly alarmed.
“I think you know. And I’m sure Chole is smart enough to figure it out too. Don’t be worried. Remember, I’m not the one who sucked melted butter off my fingers in public.”
“But that was in the dark!” I try to make it sound like I’m hesitant, but my expression is very inviting.
“Just take your hoodie off and unzip those tight jeans,” Jenny orders.
As I do, I watch her remove her top and loosen her jeans as well.
“Now get on my bed, you little kitten,” as she pushes me back onto her soft mattress.
She climbs over me as her swollen breasts sway. Like pendulums. My eyes match their movements. Back and forth.
“You are obsessed with my milk jugs!” she hisses, but not too loud so Chloe might hear.
“I just don’t want you spilling any on my clean olive Henley. It would show,” I giggle.
“What silly thoughts you have! Now be quiet,” Jenny instructs me.
Her right hand goes inside my unzipped jeans. Over my tanga briefs. Cupping my warm, inviting mound.
“I can feel some dampness,” she hisses.
“Sitting for several hours beside you in the dark theater, it was too much, honey,” I confess.
Her other hand disappears inside her loose jeans. She brings it back out and presses it against my thin lips. I feel her wetness. We don’t say anything. She returns it back inside her jeans as her other hand continues to massage my kitty through my pink tanga briefs.
Liza screams with laughter from the living room. Her toys whistle and ring.
We silently stare intensely at each other. Both her arms moving rhythmically between our legs. I hold my breath, like I don’t want to get caught. The stimulation is almost unreal. Jenny begins to breathe deeply in and out as she silently climbs her orgasmic ladder. I let out my held breath with a gasp and resume breathing.
“I want that one!” we hear Liza gleefully exclaim.
“Yes, you can have it!” Chloe laughs.
Jenny freezes and then I watch her upper body shake, like an earthquake with an epicenter between her legs.
“Jenny,” I urgently whisper, as I try to sit up and hold her.
Jenny holds me down with one hand between my breasts and raises a finger to her lips to keep me quiet.
“I want to make you cum now. Can you take off your jeans, they look super tight on you?” she asks me.
“No,” I whisper back.
“That’s ok.”
She looks around her room for a moment. Chole makes Liza scream with laughter again. Then Jenny decides to pull hers down. Once past her butt she sits back and pulls them down to her knees.
Liza is yelling and playing with her toys. Just down the hallway. With her babysitter. Chole. And her purple lipstick. And her golden amber hair. And her suggestive tattoos.
I watch Jenny frantically try to extricate herself from her restrictive jeans and I almost laugh. She pleads with me to help and lifts her legs in my direction. I reach and yank them off her ankles. She moves up over me.
“Fuck. I want you so bad. If I can’t eat you, then eat me!” she whispers fiercely.
I look up at her swollen wet labia and the light brown patch of pubic hair. I obediently lift my head and kiss her sex. My lips are covered in her nectar and I lick them like a dutiful cat.
My tongue wastes no time in case Liza needs her mother. Jenny helps by spreading her lips for me. I look up further seeing a jeweled fairy on a silver necklace swinging between her big jugs. The fairy is bouncing from one breast to the other as my licking makes her body tremble.
“Is that another fairy like your earrings?” I ask between licking.
“Yes, it was a matching set. Now stop talking!” she quietly hisses.
Again, I comply and collect her pockets of sweet elixir on the tip of my tongue and swallow. I repeat for several heated minutes. Soon Jenny’s breathing is back to normal and she sits beside me.
We hear Chloe chasing Liza down the hallway. Their footsteps right outside the door! We hold our breath and hold hands like we are ready to run. But their footsteps return to the living room.
“Are you ok?” Jenny asks.
“Yes. This was totally unexpected. You’re such a bad mother. Maybe I should report you to social services.”
“That’s not funny. Hey, sorry your jeans are so tight. I really want to see you naked. Maybe I can get Chloe to spend the night some weekend and I could stay at your place.”
“That would be cool. So when I leave here, I’ll tell Chloe I was petting your kitty.”
“I don’t have a kitty,” and we both laugh.
I watch Jenny reassemble her jeans and pull them on as I zip up my hoodie. In the living room Liza runs to me and I stoop down and say bye. I stand up and wave to Chloe who doesn’t give any indication as to what she is thinking. Finally, I say bye to Jenny and exit.
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Monday was hectic at work. Ellen was busy reading and signing documents all morning and taking calls all afternoon. I was completing supportive tasks and taking some phone calls with potential clients to determine if the firm should consider setting up a prospective interview.
I couldn’t even find time to go down to the mailroom and say hi to Jenny!
Just before lunch I get a text message on my phone. It’s from my gf Nova. It’s a selfie. A naughty selfie. She’s standing in her bathroom aiming the camera at the side of her body. I see her gray undies tight against her butt crack and her bottom cheeks exposed to my eyes. She’s pulling up her shirt which provides a profile view of her left boob. AND her plump nipple is protruding. That’s where my mouth should be. Meow!
I text back:
You’re HOT!!! Are you free for lunch?
NO! Busy. I have maybe 15 minutes.
Let’s meet in the breakroom
Ok
At 11:05 am the microwave dings and I pull out my meal. I watch my gf arrive and scan the vending machines as I pick a table for us and sit down. Then Nova joins me as I struggle to open the packet of soy sauce. I look up.
“You’re having Reese’s and Coke for lunch?” I gasp.
“Shut it. They are heart shaped for Valentine’s Day. If they had pumpkins, I would’ve got those.”
We both giggle. Nova always wishing it were Halloween.
“What about you, eggrolls? Thinking of Justine our Chinese delivery specialist?” Nova counters.
“Ummm, yes,” as I bite into a soy drenched eggroll thinking of Justine’s ginger hair and succulent strawberry vagina.
“So, tell me what you did on the weekend?” Nova asks.
“Well, I had sex with a stranger at The Bowery Hotel on Saturday, and sex with Jenny on Sunday,” I casually answer as I dip another eggroll in the puddle of soy sauce on my plate.
“Wow! So, tell me about Saturday first,” Nova requests as she sips some Coke through her straw.
“I called her the librarian. She was petite with raven hair and glasses.”
“You did it in a room?”
“No. It was in a sitting room near the lobby.”
“You did it there?!!??”
“No. That’s where I met her. Then without talking she led me to the bathroom.”
“Wait. What do you mean ‘without talking’?”
“She was deaf. It was part of my next dare from the little red notebook. I was told to look for someone reading a particular book.”
“No way! I heard they can have super heightened senses with the loss of one or more. Was that true for her?”
“Oh, yes. I asked. She confirmed.”
“Totally amazing! When did you find out she was deaf?”
“Not till we were in the bathroom!” I laugh.
“Did she moan?”
“Oh, yes! Rather profoundly. I was shocked and amazed. I had to cover her mouth,” again I giggle.
“Lucky you! I just whimper and bite my lower lip when you eat me.”
“Shhh!!! And what you do is plenty, Nova. You know I love you.”
“Just teasing. And what did you do with Jenny on Sunday?”
“First, we saw The Batman, and it was excellent!”
“Well, it has your alter ego, Catwoman.”
“Meow,” I say and we both laugh.
“Did you have sex in the movie theater?”
“I just don’t have sex anywhere in public,” I say as we both laugh. “She made her babysitter stay.”
“And watch?” Nova’s eyes light up.
“No, silly! Jenny has a daughter, Liza. Chloe, the babysitter, was with her in the living room while we…”
“You had sex when her babysitter was there?!!??”
“Yes, down the short hallway, in her bedroom!” I say in a hushed tone.
“Fuck. The risks you are taking. So bold. When we first me, you were just happy to masturbate in the bathroom stall,” Nova recalls and we both laugh out loud. Other employees look up from their heated frozen meals and snacks and wonder just what we think is so funny on a hectic Monday. We catch their quizzical looks and laugh some more. Just two girlfriends talking about casual sex in the lunchroom. Meow.
Before the day ends, I check with our office manager. I’m told that most meetings are usually scheduled for later in the week, and that there will be none tomorrow. So with that piece of information, I am relieved that the conference room 4E will be vacant for Tuesday. My “private” meeting with clue girl. Meow.
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Tuesday, 9:05 am
I walk into Ellen’s office with a steaming cup of coffee in both hands. I kick the door shut.
Bang!
“Oh, sorry,” I quietly say.
“Morning, Sarah. Thanks for the coffee. You didn’t have to, but thanks,” as she accepts the cup.
I sit down and sip mine.
“I hope today isn’t like yesterday,” I say as I adjust my butt in her chair.
“Don’t worry, yesterday was unusual. I see smoother sailing today. Though you never know with the senior partners. They change gears so rapidly sometimes.”
“Are there any important objectives today?” I ask.
“No, whatever I sent you in the email this morning should suffice. I will let you know if something comes up.”
I get up and exit her office. This time the door closes softly.
Click.
Tuesday, 9:30 am
I’m sitting at my desk typing on my laptop. My mind starts thinking about room 4E. 10:00 am. It’s approaching quickly!
Tuesday, 9:35 am
I feel perspiration form on my forehead. I look around. I take a few deep breaths. I open a roll of Ice Breakers, wintergreen flavor and pop one in my mouth. In case I need to kiss clue girl, I want to be prepared. Give her a blast of freshness. What am I thinking? She may not even by my type!
Tuesday 9:40 am
My desk phone rings.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Sarah. You have a visitor down here on the first floor.”
Hmmm. I tell the caller I will be right down and hang up the phone. I better clear this up before my “private” meeting. I get on the elevator and punch the number 1 button.
Ding!
The doors open. I walk out and over to the receptionist in the lobby. He looks up and smiles at me and points to the waiting room around the corner.
“She’s waiting in there for you,” he says.
I thank him and walk around the corner. Empty. No one is waiting. I decide not to bother the receptionist. My meeting is approaching. No time to waste. I get back on the elevator and punch the number 4 button.
Tuesday, 9:50 am
Ding!
The doors open. I walk out and down the hallway lined with doors. All conference rooms. My feet stop in front of a door. I look at the sign. 4E. I take another deep breath and open the door…
I walk in and it’s empty. I breathe out. Good. I will sit here and wait for her. Only a few minutes before our meeting.
I walk around the large oval table and pull a chair out. Before I sit down, my throat gets real dry. I turn to the tray by the wall for some water. As I walk to it, I notice…
The Little Red Notebook!!!
Fuck! She has already been here and left! That sneaky cat!!!
I can only guess that was her trick to get me down to the lobby as she climbed the stairs and deposited the notebook. This cat and mouse game is delightfully amusing. Meow.
I open the little red notebook and read her latest entry:
The Stranger you met at The Bowery informed me that she was very satisfied. You passed that test.
But I am not ready to reveal myself. We are both adept a laying traps. Are you my equal? Maybe.
My next dare for you, my Cheshire, is a test of courage.
If you want to continue this mystery game and find out who I am,
please go to The Green Room on Friday at 7 pm and ask for Sade.
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