Chantal- Part Three

Part One
Part Two

Chantal heard from neither Lila nor William for two weeks. For those two week she found herself tense with anticipation. She was afraid to go to work, fearful that one of them would be there. Fearful that she wanted to see either of them again. She was starting to relax back into her normal life. Flirting with the new bartender, masturbating without William's face coming into her mind.

But then two weeks after that erotically bizarre night, William showed up in the middle of her show. He sat down at the center table in front of the stage, which somehow had remained empty despite the nearly full house. When she noticed him sit down, Chantal momentarily forgot where she was and what she was doing. She caught the next line but ended the set early.

Stepping off the stage, she made a beeline for the bar and ordered a whiskey before William caught up to her. Chantal closed her eyes with a deep sigh, silently praying for help.

"Lila was right. You are incredibly sexy up there. Well, you are anywhere. Sorry, I should have stayed in the back until you were done. I wanted a close up. Again." He spoke directly into her ear with his hand resting on her back.

She shivered involuntarily. Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me her heart beat out. She turned to scowl at him when he grabbed her whiskey as the bartender set it down in front of her. "Hey, if you're giving your friends drinks you have to pay," Fred, the new bartender said.

"Whatever," Chantal said, waving him off. "Where's Lila?"

"At a spa weekend. She said I should come and watch you."

"I thought she was leaving you." He smiled over the rim of the glass as he sipped her drink. Chantal glared deeper.

"Don't act like I don't turn you on, Chantal, love." He caressed her arm. She was flooded with warmth and she couldn't pull away. "As for my Lila, we're going to try once more. She's really a good girl."

"Pretty sure she's a woman," Chantal snapped. "Give me my drink."

William rolled his eyes and leaned close again, as he pressed the drink into her hand. She could smell it on his breath which made it far more appealing than from the glass. "Do you deny when I pressed your head between my legs? Were you turned on?" He breathed on her. "I held you there a long time, but you complied." HE pressed his lips against hers and she melted, kissing him back fully.

He let her go just as quickly; smiling a knowing smile. Chantal felt her face heat. She glanced around for an escape route. "I have to - stage. Uh, sing soon." She took a breath to gather herself. "I have to go back on stage." She emptied the glass and then glanced up at him where he stood beside her. That was a mistake. The warning flashed too late.

He kissed her again. She responded again. Then, pushed away and practically ran backstage.

She took her next break outside without even going upfront for a drink. As she stood in the cool air, she was tempted to hail a cab and get the fuck out. To just run away from him.

"Hey, look, it's the hottie from the club. The singer." Two moderately drunk guys were walking by and noticed her. Chantal soared. She could flirt with them, promise to take them both home and she'd have protection from William's advances.

"Hi boys," she called, deepening her voice the seductive quality. "Come on over here and talk to me."

"Hi honey," one of them said as they lumbered over to stand in front of her. Easy pickings. She smiled at them while biting her lower lip.

"Hi, what are you doing out here?" she asked. "Leaving my show."

"No, hey, never. We were just getting some fresh air. Y'know," the taller one said. They were both blonde and hot as hell. Not handsome or sexy, like William, but plain hot. They stood close enough that she could smell their alcoholic breath.

"So, what's going on with you guys tonight?"

"We thought your show was over," the short one said.

"So we left. But, now, we can have our own private show. If you know what I mean."

Chantal smiled and stepped closer. "I have to get back in there in a few minutes. But, stick around." She ran her hands over one broad chest and then another. "We'll see where things take us."

The tall took advantage of her suggestion to run a hand over her breast. And then he was yanked away by an unknown force. The second guy started backing away.

"Back off guys. She's with me."

"Hey we didn't know," the short guy said, backing away with his hands up. He glanced nervously from Chantal to William to his friend. "She was being friendly with us."

"She's really friendly. With a short memory. You can go," William said. And the guys scrambled off to avoid tangling with William.

Chantal put on a good pout. "Come on, you chased away my evenings fun," she said.

"I am your evenings fun, Chantal," he growled stepping closer to her. He pressed his body fully against hers, trapping her between the cool brick wall and his warm, hard body. What a fun place to be, she thought, wiggling against him. He bent down his head and nipped at her ear. "You like playing the whore don't you."

The squirming stopped. Chantal hesitated while she considering deny the charge. Instead she raised her head. "Yes."

"Tonight you're going to be my whore." He pressed harder into her, squeezing the breath out of her chest. "Got it." He ran his hands down her sides and grabbed her ass, pulling her against him. She gasped for air, struggling against his binding touch.

"Fuck, don't do that again," she panted out when he moved back enough to let her breath again.

He put his arm around her and moved her towards the door. "You better get back to work." Then he pressed his mouth against her ear. "Every sway of your hips, twist of your body, is for me."

My whore, the declaration rattled through her head the rest of her performance. She went through on auto-pilot.

As soon as she was off-stage, William was there with an arm around her. They went out to this car. Rushing through the night to his house.

The room he took her to was different. The furniture was darker wood. No frills here. It was a male room, William's room. The bed was merely queen sized. The head and foot boards slated.

"Wine?" he asked, as he poured two glasses of deep red liquid.

"Maybe the whiskey I was denied earlier."

"Better to be clear headed," he replied, picking up the glasses. Chantal walked past the bed. She fingered one of the restraints tied to the bed corner. "I had Lila tied there a few nights ago. Made her come over and over. Until she was in tears."

Chantal sat on the bed. The image of Lila's naked, writhing body flooded her pussy. "Here I thought it was for me."

William crossed the room to stand before her. His crotch near eye-level. He started undoing his belt. "Maybe later. You've kept me on edge all night. Actually for weeks I've been thinking about you. Where I want to come in you first." He dropped his pants and underwear. "I finally decided tonight as I watched your mouth move." He stepped forward brushing his cock against her lips. Chantal leaned forward. She took his cock into her mouth. She lathed her tongue over his hard length and swirled around the pulsing head. She bobbed her head, while she took him in and out of her mouth.

He grabbed two fists of hair. William held her steady while he thrust into her mouth. She kept her focus on breathing and relaxing as he thrust deep into her mouth. He groaned and grunted and then held deep in her mouth as she came.

Chantal sputtered. "Swallow sweet slut. Quickly. Drink my cum." Chantal gulped while she wiped her chin with one hand. "You look beautiful like that. Dripping, shocked."

"Wine please," Chantal managed."

William obliged, shoving the glass he still held in his hands to her. He watched as she emptied in two swift gulps. He refastened his pants and picked up the second glass, still full. "So many things I want to do with you. What do I start with tonight?"

Chantal waited, staring at the remains of the wine in the glass she held.

"You have five minutes to use the bathroom, undress and have yourself offered to me on this bed."

"And if I don't?" Chantal countered, lifting her eyes.

"Then I'll call you and cab and you can leave. And you won't see Lila or myself again. I suggest you go, the timer is going."

"Where is the closest bathroom?"

William pointed her to one off the bedroom. Chantal closed the door and stripped down, leaving her clothes in a pile on the floor. She used the facilities and then splashed cool water on her face. Maybe she should just get dressed, go home and forget about luscious Lila and her Master.

Not seeing Lila again wasn't palatable. Neither was not fucking William.

The dominance and submission was intriguing as well. She was used to being in charge. Most guys were willing to let her direct things. She could let of control.

Maybe.

She could try to. She just wasn't going to tell William that yet.

His back was to her when she exited the bathroom. She arranged herself on the bed.

William turned around. "Ten seconds. Testing me some more?"

"Don't rush a woman in the bathroom."

His frown turned to a smile. "I think you could be a good Slave." He moved to stand next to the bed. "On your back whore. And relax. I was saying, you could be a good slave with some training."

"Training how?" Chantal turned to her back and stared at the light blue ceiling. She tried not to tense as wonder at what was happening next filled her with anxiety.

William caressed her arm while pulling it upwards. He secured her limbs to the restraints while answering her question. "Learning my rules and expectations. Having your insolence beaten out of you." He smiled at her. "You'd have to learn not to argue with me. I suspect you'd enjoy pain. It wouldn't be too much of a punishment."

"I've enjoyed a few spankings." She was strangely cheerful despite being tied up to a bed and threatened with beatings.

Chantal felt William's eyes on her. She closed her eyes to avoid his gaze. Once she was securely tied his touch disappeared. She heard scraping to her right. She dared a glance. He was sitting on a wooden chair, holding a glass of wine and staring at her. Heat suffused her at his gaze and she closed her eyes again.

After a long while, she opened her eyes and found him still staring. His glass was half-full. "How long is this the plan?"

"Till I get bored."

"I might fall asleep."

"That's fine. I can wake you." Chantal had never felt more exposed. Usually she liked being the center of attention, this was just making her self-conscious. She closed her eyes and tired to fall asleep.

William put his hand over the breast closet to him. He kneaded the soft, plump flesh. Then he plucked her nipple. He flicked it. He pinched, twisted and pulled. With each touch her pussy clenched and flooded. She couldn't touch the fire between her legs or even rub them together. She stiffened her resolve not to beg.

He bent his head and pulled the nipple into his mouth. He teased in every way he could think of. Suck, lick , bite, blow. Until she was moaning and squirming unable to stay still.

His fingertips scraped down her abdomen. She wiggled her hips, feeling his fingers parting her sticky vulva. "So wet already." His quiet murmur caused her eyes to fly open. She met his cool gaze. "You really are quite the little whore. How often do you pick someone up? In a month?"

"Are you always so unaffected?"

He scowled at her, while giving her a sharp slap between the legs. A whimper escaped and he slapped her a second time. "My question first whore. How often?"

"Oh, at least twice a month. Average. Depends when I work and if I'm on the rag." Her answer was rewarded with a gentle rubbing of her clit with his thumb. "And my question?"

"Is not important. I told you tonight you are my whore, my slut." He pushed two fingers inside her body. Distracted by the pleasurable invasion of her pussy, Chantal didn't reply.

Her moans started deep in her body when William started thrusting his fingers. As her climax built, her tone got higher until she felt ready to break. So close. "Yes, yes. A little more," she called out. Her body arched and strained against the restraints.

His hand stilled. Chantal gasped in protest, her chest heaved for air. "Fuck."

"Not tonight, whore."

"But-" He silenced her by pressing his dripping fingers into her mouth. She sucked eagerly at her own juices. "As close as you can get to eating yourself out." He removed his fingers.

Chantal closed and opened her fingers. "I suppose."

"You aren't used to being out of control are you?"

"Not really." She paused and chewed on her lip.

"You pick partners you can dominate."

"I suppose."

"And Lila is used to being dominated. But would like to dominate as well," he mused. "And I think you'd like to be submissive."

"If anything I've learnt I'd rather not."

"You're afraid to give in. To let go."

"Why are you insistent on controlling women?" Chantal challenged.

William raised his eyebrows. Then he dragged a finger across her still sensitive clit.

She shuddered. "Avoiding the question?"

"I'm seeing just how much you can take. Before you give into it. Before you give up control."

I"m hardly in control." She pulled an arm to demonstrate that she was still tied.

"You fight your body's reactions as much as you fight me playing with you. Or calling you a slut."

She did hate that label. She resented the implications. She resented that he could take her as far as he wanted. She wanted to come, she ached for release.

He thrust into her again. And again, he took her to the edge of climax and left her without relief.

"You want to come so badly that you don't enjoy each shudder and movement. And I don't want to control you, slut. I want to show you what you are capable of." He put his hand on her stomach and rubbed a slow gentle circle. "Close your eyes and just feel now."

When her breathing relaxed, he thrust his fingers into her again.

Chantal kept her eyes closed. She could feel every millimetre of his finger stroking her inner walls. She felt her inner body clenching around him. The pace of her breath increased with his thrusts.

The build to climax was slower. Even as he pressed his thumb to her clit, rubbing vigorously. And when she came she saw stars.

Chantal- Part Two

Part One

They didn't touch until they'd arrived at Lila's grand home. Both feeling too tipsy to drive, they'd shared a silent cab ride.

Once inside the house, Chantal's body was tight with anticipation. She couldn't stand it so she grabbed Lila's shoulders and kissed her, hard and chaste. Lila was rigid with surprise but she gradually softened into Chantal's body, who kept the kiss from turning heated. The last thing she wanted was to seduce the sexiest woman in the world in the entry way of her soon-to-be ex-husband's house.

"Do you want, uh, something to drink?" Lila asked breathlessly.

Chantal shook her head. "All I want is you." She could feel a buzz in her body. The promise of mutual pleasure.

Lila leaned in and kissed the younger woman, catching her lower lip between nipping teeth. Chantal moaned and squirmed against Lila's lithe body.

Lila pulled away quickly and grabbed Chantal's hand. They walked briskly down a hall, up a flight of stairs and to another hall. Chantal opened a wide door and flicked on the light.

The room was larger than Chantal's whole apartment. And the centre piece was a four poster bed. The head boar was hidden behind hundreds of pillows. Chantal kicked off her shoes and jumped on. She relaxed into the pillows and gave Lila her best "come hither" look.

Lila locked the door without explanation and then followed the invitation to the bed.

Along with her shoes, she also removed her jacket to reveal a thin, lacy camisole stretched over her breasts. Chantal reached her hand out and caressed one. The nipple tightened and puckered beneath her stroking palm. She bent her head and tongued the tight bud through the material which caused it to tighten even more. She gave the same treatment to the other nipple.

Lila pushed Chantal's hands away. She slipped the straps of Chantal's dress over the soft skin of her shoulders. Lila quickly divulged Chantal of her dress. She took in the youthful body, though there was only six, maybe eight, years between them.

Chantal's bra and panties, matching black scraps of lace fell to the floor. She stretched out on the blue satin bedspread. It was cool and slick on her skin. Lila's mouth, on her skin, was the direct opposite sensation from the bedding, causing a deep shiver to run through Chantal's body. A heated tongue lapped over each nipple. Mouth and teeth teased, leaving Chantal squirming and pulling at the bed clothes.

"Stay as still as you can. Very still," Lila said in a light voice. Despite the lightness, there was a commanding virtue to it. Lila slipped down Chantal's sleek body.

Chantal nodded and bit her bottom lip with resolve to please Lila with her stillness. Lila's hands pushed her legs open. Lila pressed a kiss to Chantal's cleft, then her fingers parted the delicate folds hidden within downy curls. She sat back slightly to take in the dusky rose shades. Lila kissed gently, then in long, slow laps of her tongue she caressed Chantal intimately.

Chantal shuddered with each stroke. And, when they stopped, Lila pressed harder or faster. Then she slid her fingers into Chantal's slick depths. Chantal's inner walls sucked her in, deeper and harder.

All t he while, Chantal concentrated on keeping her body still. Her hands clenched and released the blankets and Lila's shoulders. Her moans raised higher and higher until she climaxed. Chantal couldn't stop shaking, even when Lila stopped touching her.

"Did you give her permission to come?" a male voice asked politely.

Lila groaned and buried her face in her hands. "Not that kind of night," Lila replied with an edge in her voice.

"Pity. Well, it can change. Come here." Lila glanced at Chantal before leaving the bed. At the man's guidance, she sat on his lap. What the hell was going on? Chantal's mind clamoured to know.

Lila's movement left Chantal to study the man holding her. He was by far the most attractive man she'd ever seen. Long, dark hair, deep blue eyes, a goatee framing beautiful lips. He was dressed in black dress pants and a white button up shirt. No tie on now, but his shirt wrinkled like he'd been wearing one. Chantal felt an unwanted jolt of desire as his eyes combed over her. His eyes acknowledged he'd seen that and he smiled at her.

"Who is this?" Chantal asked finally finding her voice.

"My husband, William," Lila replied.

"And you obey him even during the divorce?"

William answered. "Our bond goes deeper than marriage. Lila is- struggling with her place."

"I cannot be wholly submissive anymore. I need to assert myself," Lila protested. With his hard look she added, "Sir."

"Maybe I should go," Chantal said as she moved toward the edge of the bed and looked for her clothes.

"No," the couple said. William spoke, "Are you into S and M? Domination?"

"Tying each other up?"

"More than that. Lila said, a few years back, that she'd be wholly submissive to me. Now she wants to go back on that." He looked at Lila with steel in his gaze. "What do I do with her now? She didn't even introduce me as her Master." He caressed her cheek with his palm and then slapped her lightly. "what do I do now, my love?"

Chantal watched in stunned silence while the couple kissed deeply. She sat half off the bed watching intently when an unwelcome pang of jealousy hit. She wanted to kiss William. The submissive part might be a problem.

William continued to hold Lila captive while he undressed her. He caressed her bare breasts lightly and briefly; his fingers dipped between her legs. He raised his head to gaze at Chantal. "Do you wish to take care of this part?"

Chantal didn't hesitate to join them. She suckled at Lila's breasts, teasing in the same way she had been teased. William pushed Chantal until she was kneeling on the floor between Lila's lax legs.

He set them further apart which exposed her bare pussy. Chantal looked up at him. Questioning, submitting. He stroked her hair. "I worried you'd be wilful, demanding. You're a natural submissive." He eased her head forward until she could smell Lila's arousal but her attention was still on William. "Go ahead. Lick her until she comes. Then I'll fuck her. She won't deny me tonight."

He spread Lila's labia for Chantal. She grabbed Lila's thighs with her hands. She lapped sloppily at Lila's cunt, smearing her face. Lila jumped, her first reaction since Chantal sat down. Lila's thighs clamped against Chantal's head, making Lila's cries and Williams words muffled.

What came through was Lila's reaction. Her full body tremors as she came. Chantal wanted more but William pushed her back.

He was naked, his erection at attention from a dark patch of hair. Chantal's haze of lust urged her to lunge for it. She met Williams eyes and his gaze held her back. He stroked Lila's cheek. "Come my pet. Sit on my lap, take my cock."

Lila eased her body onto his cock. Chantal, still on the floor, had an eye level view of cock into pussy.

"Good girl," William said in a tight voice. "Fuck me, my little slut."

As Lila began moving over him, he took Chantal's hand. He guided it between his legs to stroke his ball sac. She stroked while she watched his cock slide in and out of Lila. She only raised her head, when he stiffened and grunted. She felt his balls tighten and then release.

He stilled Lila's body. "Darling, clean yourself." Lila raised herself and headed for the door. "Oh some wine. White, sweet. Three glasses."

Lila felt the room, closing the door behind her. William turned his attention to Chantal. "What's your name lovely? And what's your story?"

"Chantal. I met Lila at the club I sing in. Last Friday, I sang 'Me and Mrs. Jones'. She and I talked. This week she brought me here."

He nodded. "And you want what I've given Lila" Chantal must have looked confused because he added, "My cock. I think you'd have preferred that."

Chantal tried to feign disinterest. "I got off before you interrupted."

"Well, you can clean it off for me. But I won't fuck you tonight. Another time."

Chantal didn't move. He had no claim on her and she wasn't going to submit to his will. Well, submit further, she realized thinking back. She wasn't going to give him anything when she wasn't going to get anything in return.

"Oh, don't do that darling. We both know you want it." She met his gaze steadily.

He dug his fingertips into her hair and pressed her head into his lap. "Clean." She sighed. She could argue further, but she would only be denying herself what she wanted. Either way she'd go home with a hungry ache in her pussy. Besides, if she complied she might have the chance for another orgasm. She opened her mouth and licked him. After she was done lapping, she took his cock into her mouth. She pulled it in and out of her mouth, trying to get him hard. He remained soft despite her best efforts.

She heard Lila return. "Pour us each a glass, my pet. Bring mine here. Chantal will have hers in a moment. Then I think she'd like to be taken home." He patted her head as she continued to caress him with her tongue.

He finally pushed her away. "That's enough. You are quite good at that. Another time I would have enjoyed coming in your mouth. Not tonight. I suspect you don't do well with delayed gratification. Help yourself to a glass of wine." He patted her cheek.

Chantal downed the glass of wine in three swallows. "Clearing my mouth of the taste," she said, looking at William with hard eyes.

He laughed. "Am I right? Are you ready to go home? I'll give you a ride."

"I'd prefer a taxi," she replied. He shrugged.

"Get dressed then. I'll call." He walked over and picked up the phone on the side table. His eyes remained on Chantal as she dressed.

He left the room undressed. "Why do you go along with this?" Chantal demanded of Lila.

"He's charismatic. He's beautiful. And he loves me. I love him too, you know," Lila stayed on the sofa, naked, while she sipped her wine.

Chantal shook her head. "He is persuasive. And beautiful. I don't think I believe he's capable of love or being loved."

"It's there. Being dominant. It's just who he is. I have to learn to accept that. I will try to see you next week."

The door reopened and William appeared. He stuck his head around the corner. "Lila stay here. I'll return shortly." Lila nodded.

"Good bye," Chantal said.

"See you soon," Lila replied, raising a hand to her lips and then outward.

Chantal shook her head again, the surrealism of the evening washing over her. William put his hand on the small of her back as she walked by. He guided her to the front door again. He kissed her cheek. "Thank you for stopping by." As if she was a family friend who just happened to drop by for coffee. "Lila and myself will see you again soon. It was a very lovely morning." He grinned.

Chantal didn't say anything as she reached for the front door to open it.

"Wait," William said. He pressed some bills into her hand. "For the cab ride home. Sorry if you felt uncomfortable. Next time will be better for you. I'll give you what you wanted."

He opened the door and pushed her out into the cool morning air. There was a few hours before the sun was due to come up. Lila climbed into the waiting taxi and gave him the address to her apartment. Then she laid her head back against the seat of the cab with a deep sigh.

Second Chance Romance

I've decided to use my semi-own webspace for the novel (instead of Lulu) and if you like my stuff please donate. Only the first few chapters are up. Second Chance Romance.

The start is more like a young adult, but it moves forward quickly into the relationship of adult Mandy and Kip, once high school sweethearts and their second chance for their first love.

12 years ago Kip Turner let the girl of his dreams go to pursue his dream of playing hockey.

Kip and Mandy were opposites in high school. He was popular and good looking. She was unathletic and shy. Despite their differences they fall in love.

A year after high school, Kip is drafted into the NHL. He’s going to a play across the country. Mandy is pursuing her dream of becoming a teacher and she refuses to go with him while insisting that Kip follow his own dream. Kip goes to follow his dream and they break off their relationship.

12 years later ...

They come into contact again. Mandy is a single mother and Kip has been playing hockey. But fate has moved them to neighboring Albertan cities.

Could they renew their old relationship and have a successful end? Or is Mandy going to let him go all over again?

Over the next few weeks I'll post some excerpts.

Chantal - Part one

Chantal was sweating as she stepped off stage. Her heart was pounding against her ribs. She'd been channelling her best Michael Buble. Totally nailed "Me and Mrs. Jones."

She sat down at the bar and ordered a glass of wine. "Great song," the bartender, Sam, placing her drink before her. "But, isn't that usually one the guys do?"

Chantal smiled and sipped her wine. "I felt inspired to do it. Probably because the girl who picked me up last week was such a big fan of his work. And that got me listening to it in the shower."

Sam grinned, clearly interested in the girl on girl, which made Chantal roll her eyes. Reasons not to sleep with the bartender at the club you sing at regularly. The singing part, she amended in her mind, she didn't sleep with Sam on a regular basis. Just that once. "Don't you have orders to fill or glasses to polish or something?"

Sam grinned wider, but walked away, since there were other people waiting.

Chantal watched as a woman in the three piece suit sat down beside her. She sat her drink down in front of her, something fancy and pink. "Hello," she said, her voice sounding as polished as her look. Her hair was short, spiky. Chantal could imagine her fingers buried in that hair, as the beautiful red lips were pressed between her thighs. "I am Mrs. Jones."

Chantal laughed softly. "Chantal." Mrs. Jones raised her hand and Chantal took it, cool, dry skin to skin. They shook lightly and then let go. A moment of regret flashed through Chantal's mind. She should have kissed the offered hand instead of informally shaking it. "Are you really?"

"Just until the divorce. The process doesn't go quickly however."

Chantal hummed, trying to decide if the situation was ironic or not. "Have you been here before? I've never seen you. I sing her on Fridays."

"No, a friend insisted I come out with her tonight. A change of scenery."

Mrs. Jones placed her hand over Chantal's on the wine glass. There was a spark in her eyes. Chantal glanced to the stage feeling pressured. The interim music was winding down. One more song before the next set began. Chantal bit her bottom lip, considering her own spark of interest.

Mrs. Jones smiled with compassion. "You are an amazing singer. The way you move your hips." She stood, holding her drink. "I'll see you next week." She leaned over and kissed Chantal's cheek and then returned to her table.

The following Friday, Chantal arrived thirty minutes before she needed to. She finalized her set list with the stage manager and then sat the bar anxiously. The mysterious Mrs. Jones hadn't arrived early. She probably wasn't coming at all, Chantal decided, trying to convince herself that it wasn't important to her.

She was in need of a stronger drink. She motioned to Sam. "Whiskey." Just one before the show.

"Hey, where's your smile?" Chantal turned towards the face she'd been unable to conjure all week. But, the face was more beautiful than she remembered. "Sorry, I'm late. My husband- ah, never mind."

Chantal's heart fell again. "I thought the divorce was final." Please let it be final. She gulped her whisky, concentrating on the burning feeling down her throat.

"There may have been some exaggeration. I blame your hips." Her gaze fell like a touch over Chantal. "I was going to flirt and then leave. IT was touching you." She put her hand on Chantal's knee. "My only thought after that was getting into your pants." Her eyes glanced over Chantal's dress. "Er, dress."

Chantal finished her drink and thought about a second. "You are getting divorced right?" The stage manager was motioning. Chantal stood. "I have to go. I'll be back between sets."

"I'll be right up front."

During the first break, Mrs. Jones replied to the question. "There's supposed to be a divorce. I"m still living with him." She closed her eyes, her hand clenching her glass. "He sorta seduced me before I left the house."

So didn't want to know, Chantal thought, staring at Monica or Monique, the waitress. She waved her hand and ordered that second whiskey. "You don't have to explain. We- you and I don't have anything."

"Sorry. I just needed to get that out."

They sat in silence for a while, until the waitress brought Chantal's drink. "You look amazing up there," Mrs. Jones said. "Really sexy in that dress. Like a real blues singer." Her hand was on Chantal's thigh.

After the show they'd still gotten no further than small talk. Chantal didn't change or take off her make up as she walked off stage. She sat down across from Mrs. Jones and looked her in the eye. "Two things, Mrs. Jones. Are you going to tell me your first name? And, your place or mine?" She leaned into the older woman, letting her fingers run over the shiny lips.

Read my novel

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I'm playing with Authonomy.

You can read my latest novel attempt there.

It's a slightly erotic romance novel about two high school sweethearts who broke up 12 years ago and are now reunited.

It came from watching Calgary Flames a few times a week and my drifting off to sleep fantasies of what it would be like to be in a relationship with a hockey player. Okay, I grew up in a big hockey town, with a big crush on a goalie. Oh, unrequited teenage crush.

Anyway, this is the first in a planned series of different players on the team. I've started the second one.

I also finally have Slave's beginnings finished. It came to me in those drifting off to sleep moments one night. Master is still named William and Slave was once Chantal, a jazz singer.

If I'm on the topic of fantasies, after I finish the hockey thing, it might end up being a band one. OR well, y'know. Although the band thing does have potential for group sex and multiple relationships. Anyway, I've been listening to far too much Nickelback lately.

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