Their first session was not a long one, as he was so aroused that he ejaculated quite soon. In that time, she had experienced at least five orgasms, so was reluctant to allow him to withdraw.
He rolled off her, taking the condom off. They lay close for a while, with her head nestled on his chest.
No words were needed, so she simply held him. Both dozed off, only to awaken some half an hour later. Her hands sought him out, finding him ready and willing to start again.
Three times they made love and, at four pm, they showered and dressed.
“I want to get some new clothes,” she announced, and so like a slave he dutifully followed her out of the hotel into the stores, as she bought some wonderful outfits. He insisted on paying, so she felt like a kept woman, and loved it.
He bought her jewellery and even paid for her to have her ears pierced.
She insisted that he buy some clothes too, and they had a wonderful time. They returned to the hotel with many bags, but he was several thousand dollars poorer.
She changed into one of her new dresses, and as soon as she put it on, he wanted to take it off.
They went down and enjoyed a delightful dinner together, during which he held her hand for most of it. They had a brisk walk in Central Park and then went to bed. They made love four times during the night, and Michelle felt as content as she could ever remember.
Michelle woke up and saw that her lover was already dressed. She frowned at looked at the clock.
“Morning, Honey, why didn’t you wake me, it’s gone eight?” she asked.
He leaned over and kissed her.
“You looked so peaceful that I didn’t want to disturb you. I’ve a meeting with the financial people this morning, so there is no need for you to be there, and then I thought we could meet up at lunch.”
“Okay,” she said, stretching, so the sheet fell away revealing her perfect breasts. Gordon experienced a sexual pang, as he gazed at her. There was something of a large feline about her; graceful, athletic, beautiful, but with a hidden and almost dangerous power lurking behind her exquisite eyes.
“You are so beautiful. It’s a crime that someone can look as good as you at this time of the day.”
She smiled at him, rolling over onto her tummy.
“Have you time?” she asked, wiggling her bottom delightfully.
He looked at his watch.
“Regretfully, no, but I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” he said, and she pouted, swung her legs off the bed and stood up. She walked over to him, placing her arms around his neck.
“I miss you already,” she said, kissing him.
He held her for a long time, but then had to force himself to let go.
“Stop it. You drive me wild. I’ll see you here at noon, be good,” he said.
He kissed her cheek, picked up his briefcase and left.
Michelle went and ran a bath, and spent half an hour lying in the water. Relaxing in the warm water, she allowed her fingers to explore her vagina, and she brought herself to orgasm several times. The feelings she experienced were so much more than those she recalled having as Mike. She lay there, just enjoying doing nothing. She had breakfast in the room, seated in her robe and painted her nails.
She dressed in her smart but warm leather trousers, with a thick black roll neck sweater. She pulled on her knee length boots that fitted inside or outside the pant’s legs. The boots were cowboy style, with low heels. The leather jacket finished it off, and she looked in the mirror.
Makeup was an area in which she was still a beginner, and her long hair was beginning to piss her off. She adored how it looked, and had always liked long hair on women, but the time and trouble it took was something else.
She applied her usual minimal amount of make up, just some mascara, eye shadow and lipstick. She found that her complexion and natural colouring was such that she didn’t really need very much.
It was a cold November day, and the Christmas decorations were in all the shops and businesses. Only a couple of days to go to December, and so Michelle wrapped her new charcoal grey cape around her and stepped out into New York.
She had no plans, so she had left her shoulder bag in her room, preferring a bum-bag (fanny-bag) in which she had her wallet and a few essentials. She had not been in New York for over ten years, so she wanted to revisit old haunts.
She took a cab to her old precinct on 53rd, and looked at the tired building with the patrol cars outside. She had loved her old job, but did not miss it as much as she thought she might. Life was exciting enough at the moment, so she just enjoyed the pleasures and wonders her new life introduced to her each day.
She simply walked slowly down the same streets that she once patrolled, noticing that the neighbourhood was remarkably similar. Some of the shops had changed hands, and the bums’ faces were different, but it was almost as if she had never left.
As she turned a corner, she saw a Hispanic youth of around sixteen grab the purse from the shoulder of an elderly black woman. The woman tried to grab it back, but he pushed her to the ground and ran off laughing.
Michelle felt burning anger well up inside her, and before she knew what was happening, she was running after the youth. The noise of her boots as they hit the sidewalk caused the perpetrator to turn and look.
As he saw a woman giving chase, and an attractive one at that, it caused him to frown and slow down. She was big and very fast, with a look of grim determination on her face. His expression changed to one of fear, so he speeded up as he went round the next corner.
Michelle was sufficiently clued up never to rush round any corner blind, so she took it wide and cautiously. She had been right, for the man was waiting with a knife in his hand.
“Fuck off – bitch!” he said, rather wary now she had not fallen into his trap as he had anticipated.
“That’s not very nice,” she said, her natural New York accent free of any disguise now.
“Who are you, a cop?”
“I’m your worst nightmare, Luis. I know all your secrets. I know about Camilla and the baby, and I know about you and the football player. Do your friends know you give head for money?”
Luis looked very worried now, as she was saying things that no one knew about. His bisexuality was something he hid carefully from everyone. He had to be macho and straight, otherwise his brothers would not treat him well.
“Who are you, bitch?”
“I’m the Avenging Angel, and you, you little son of a bitch, have crossed the line,” she said and, in a blur of movement, Luis found himself disarmed and lying face down on the pavement. He watched as she simply snapped his blade between the fingers and thumb of her left hand. She threw the broken pieces into a trashcan that was nearby.
With his hands tied with packing tape, the woman literally carried him back to the scene of the crime, dumping him like a sack of meat on the sidewalk, handing the bag back to the old woman.
“Here you go, I think it’s all there,” she said, and the woman looked blankly at her.
“Hey, the big broad caught the son of a bitch!” said a shopkeeper, so a small crowd gathered.
She heard the sound of police sirens, so smiled at Luis.
“I gotta go, so you just be good and tell the nice cops the truth. Otherwise, I’ll be back, and everyone will get to know everything about you. And I mean everything,” she said, and with a swirl of her cape, she strode off, away from the small group.
“Who the hell is she?” she heard someone say.
“I heard her say that she was the Avenging Angel,” said another.
“Shit, you mean like Batman or Superman?”
“Don’t be dumb, they’re comic book heroes. She’s real.”
“Man, she is stacked!” said a young male voice, and Michelle smiled as she disappeared into the Subway.
She had two more encounters before returning to the hotel, and each had been almost surreal.