Mindy chuckled. “That’s right,” she said. “Your little makeup girl from So Others May Live. She ended up being my little makeup girl on my last project before Us and Them. Small world, isn’t it? Anyway, she and I got to be close with each other... very close, if you know what I mean.”
“Uh ... no, actually, I don’t know what you mean,” he stammered.
“Maybe Jake told you about my little fetish,” she said. “I like girly hands on me sometimes. Cheryl likes to put her girly hands on other girls on occasion. She almost got her entire fist up inside of me once, but, alas, her hands weren’t quite small enough.” She shrugged. “What can you do? Anyway, she told me about the conversations you used to have with her ... as well as what the two of you did that infamous night in Alaska. Poor girl. She blames herself for the whole thing.”
Greg was now beyond flabbergasted. Yes, Jake had told him about Mindy’s fetish when he had warned him about how devious she could be, but to actually hear her talk about it so casually, to envision Cheryl trying to put her fist up inside of Mindy’s body ... Jesus Christ!
“Anyway,” Mindy went on. “Back to the blowjob discussion. I like to suck a nice dick. In fact, I love it. And, unlike your wife, I quite enjoy the sensation of a man coming in my mouth while I suck him. I love the way his body trembles, the tensing of the muscles, the blast against the back of my throat. Mmmm, I’m soaking wet just thinking about it. Why don’t you pull that thing out for me so I can suck it, Greggie? Pretty please?”
“Mindy,” he said, almost pleased, “I can’t do that.”
“Can’t is such an overused word,” she told him, stepping closer to him. He did not back away. Slowly, deliberately, she sank to her knees before him. She looked up at him. “I notice you’re not running away from me.”
“Mindy ... I ... we...”
“Don’t worry,” she whispered, reaching out with her hands. “I can be discrete. No one will ever hear about what we do here.”
Her fingers entwined around the buckle of his belt. She slowly pulled the end free and then tugged on it, releasing the tension. She then unbuttoned the snap on the front of his trousers. When he continued to make no attempt to stop her, she slid the zipper down, tooth by tooth, revealing his dark blue underwear, which were bulging with his erection.
Stop her from doing this! a part of Greg’s mind screamed at him, but he made no move to obey. Another part of his mind kept thinking about those lips, and that mouth, and how she said she liked men to finish in her mouth, and how she said that no one would know what they did here. If no one knew what they did, was there really any harm done? His drunken, confused mind thought not. And she was right there in front of him! On her knees, ready to do it! Mindy Snow! On her knees about to suck his cock!
He felt his pants drop down around his feet. He felt feminine fingers inside the waistband of his underwear, pulling them downward. They slid down his legs and his turgid erection sprang free into the air. He looked down to see Mindy staring at it, smiling lasciviously.
Her head came forward, her mouth opening. And then he felt warm, wet lips sucking him in. Felt her tongue swirling around his head, wetting it thoroughly, felt her suddenly plunge down on him, taking his entire length into her throat.
“Ohhhh, God,” he moaned, letting his hand drop down onto her shoulder. He slid it around to the back of her neck and pulled her tighter against him.
“Mmmm,” Mindy moaned. She then went to work in earnest, bobbing her head up and down upon him, her hand stroking the shaft at the same rhythm.
It did not take very long. Between Greg’s hair trigger status and Mindy’s considerable skill at the act, it was just a little more than a minute before Greg felt the machinery of orgasm kick into gear. His legs began to wobble and he had to hold onto the side of the bar to keep from falling down. His breath began to tear in and out of his throat. Drops of sweat formed on his forehead and dripped down, landing in Mindy’s hair. And she continued to suck and jack at him, increasing her speed.
“I’m going to ... going to ... come,” he groaned.
“Mmm hmmm,” she encouraged, increasing her efforts.
The orgasm exploded through him, one of the most powerful he could ever remember having. He shot a pent-up load of semen directly into Mindy’s sucking mouth, blasting out shot after shot, seemingly forever. She moaned with delight as he did so. She did not spill a single drop.
She licked him clean and then stood up before him, her smile still on his face, his pants and underwear still puddled around his ankles. “That was fuckin’ fab,” she said. She leaned forward and kissed him softly on the lips. He could taste the essence of himself there. She then stepped away from him. “Hopefully, that will help you sleep tonight.”
“Uh ... yeah,” he said softly. Now that he had released the tension, guilt was starting to worm its way in. Had he really just let Mindy Snow suck his dick? Had he really just come in her mouth?
Mindy turned and walked to the door of the suite. Just before leaving, she turned and looked back at him. “See you in the morning,” she told him. “Maybe we’ll catch some breakfast down in the café before we head to the airport.”
“Yeah,” Greg said. “Maybe.”
Mindy gave him one last smile and then she stepped through the door and was gone.
Greg stood there for a moment, still trying to make sense out of how it had all happened. Finally, he pulled up his pants and underwear and headed for the bedroom, hoping that getting some sleep would lend a little perspective.
Greg got perspective, but not the kind he really wanted. He received his wakeup call at 8:00 AM and slowly sat up in bed. He was nude and he felt absolutely horrible on multiple levels. His head throbbed with the beating of his heart. His mouth was dry, his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. Nausea rippled through him, making him feel like he was going to simultaneously defecate and vomit. Most of all, however, the overwhelming feelings of guilt, doom and shame competed for top billing in his mind.
Though he had been about as drunk as he ever got, he had horridly clear memories of what had happened between he and Mindy. He could not even begin to tell himself it had been a dream, or a drunken delusion. Mindy had opened his pants, pulled down his underwear, and sucked him to orgasm last night. And he had not made even a token attempt to stop her. He had just stood there and let it happen ... had ... truth be told, enjoyed it immensely.
“I’m a scumbag,” he told himself as he painfully stood to his feet. “An absolute scumbag.”
He looked at the phone on the stand next to the bed. It would be six o’clock in Los Angeles. Celia would still be sleeping for another hour before getting up and starting to get ready for tour setup duties. He wondered if he should call her right now, confess what had happened. True, it would not be news she would be thrilled to wake up to, but he had to tell her, didn’t he? Didn’t he?
He decided to put that decision off for a bit. The last time something like this had happened, he had confessed his sins and it had devastated both of them. She had flat out told him on one occasion that he should have just kept his affair secret, that his confession had actually been detrimental. Could that be the case here? But if it he did keep it secret, would he be able to face her? To talk to her like nothing was wrong?
“What a goddamn mess I’ve made,” he said, shaking his head sadly as he headed for the toilet to relieve his straining bladder. All because Mindy told him she would let him come in her mouth—something his wife did not allow him to do. Had it really been as simple as that to slip up?