My name is Maxi McConnell and I live a double life. Don’t worry. It’s not nearly as nefarious as it sounds. It’s more a simple case of perfection vs. reality. The Perfect Maxi is just that… perfect. Impeccable clothes, immaculate hair and make-up, topped off by a sparkling personality. The Real Maxi…not so much.
I’ve happily played the role of Perfect Maxi for Thomas Graham, my sexy attorney boyfriend over the last several months. But something happened recently that sent our relationship careening into uncharted territory. It seems Thomas doesn’t want Perfect Maxi, he wants Good Girl Maxi. The only problem is I’m not sure how Real Maxi fits into the equation, or if she does at all.
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The Good Girl
By Fiona Summerville
Chapter Four
Chapter Four
“What’s your problem, Maxi?” Kendall asked, as she sipped
her Chardonnay. “You've got a guy who’s so into you that he wants to fuck you six ways
'til Sunday, AND he’s cool with your quirky personality. Hell, he told you
himself he's falling for you."
"But Kendall," I corrected her. "He hasn’t
really seen my quirky personality. He's seen Monday Morning Maxi. Not Closing
Time on Saturday Night Maxi. You know she can be pretty scary."
"Ugh…I just don’t get that about you, Max,"
Kendall said, resting her chin in her hand. "The real you is so cool. Why
do you put up a facade?”
I shrugged and sipped my wine. She’d known me long enough to know the answer.
"Maxi, not all guys are like Douche Bag Dave."
I sighed and felt my brow furrow as I pretended fascination
with the condensation on my wine glass.
Dave was my ex-fiancé. A gorgeous blonde Adonis of a man who
had seen and, I thought, loved the Real Maxi. That was until I caught him playing
kissy face while walking hand in hand through the mall with my co-worker and
supposed best friend at the time. There I sat, staring out the window of the
hair salon, foils in my hair, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. I was
hurt and angry, but unable to do anything about it without looking like even
more of a fool than I already was by storming out of the salon in full cape and
foils. His betrayal was what convinced me that in order to never be hurt, it
was necessary to playact. Why? Because I knew for a fact that Cassie, the girl
he dumped me for, did exactly that. She was pretty as picture in public, but a
hot mess when she was on her own time. I
decided I would become Perfect Maxi, the pretty bit of fluff the guys could
wine and dine for a few months before she grew bored and broke it off. Doing that assured me that while someone
else might have a dark night of the soul, it wouldn't be me, because she wasn’t me.
"Trust me, Maxi. They’re not. He’s not," Kendall said.
I snorted softly and took another sip of wine.
Kendall sighed. "I want you to come home with me, Maxi."
I shot her a questioning look. "Why?"
"There's something you need to see."
***
Kendall's place was a funky
duplex style condo on a narrow winding road in a remote part of the San Fernando Valley. Eclectic pieces
of art took up every inch of wall space, her mantle and bookshelves were places
where books and knickknacks went to gather dust and her kitchen sink held at
least two days’ worth of dirty dishes. She didn’t care that her place wasn’t
spotless, and I loved that about her.
"What time is it?" she asked, tossing her handbag
on a nearby chair.
I checked my phone. “8:40”
"Damn, we're late! Come on.” She took me by the hand, and
practically dragged me up the stairs to her bedroom and through the French doors
that opened onto an enormous patio deck.
"Sit here," she said, patting the back of one of
two lounge chairs. I took my seat and watched as she retrieved a pair of
binoculars from beneath a lap rug on the other lounge chair, and then handed them
to me. I was confused. Granted, it was a beautiful night, but I didn’t know how
star gazing was going to help make up my mind about whether or not to let
Thomas spank me. I stared at her, my mouth slightly agape.
“There, look,” she said putting the binoculars up to my
eyes, and turning me to face the houses across the street. “The big chalet
style house across the road, focus on the big picture window downstairs.”
I focused the binoculars on the window and a couple sprang
into view. Woah. The man wore dark slacks and a white shirt with a ruby red tie. His
tie was loosened and the top few buttons of his shirt were undone. He wasn't wearing a jacket. He looked as if he’d just gotten home from the office. I’d seen Thomas
sporting that same look many times. I even fantasized about it. Right down to
the sleeves rolled up just below the elbows. Oh yeah, Mr. Ruby Red had his
sleeves rolled up, too. The
woman, a tiny blonde, was bent over the dining room table. She had on a silky
white blouse with a black skirt and was wearing a pair of the most amazing Come
Fuck Me pumps I’d ever seen. Her arms were outstretched, the fingers of her
left hand grasping her right wrist. Her eyes were closed, and her expression was
serene as the man methodically lifted and folded her skirt until it sat neatly
just above her hips. Oh my God. This
was one of the sexiest things I’d ever witnessed. I could feel dampness gathering between my legs, and they hadn’t done anything, yet.
“They do stuff like this every night. I've been watching
them for the past month," Kendall whispered, as if she thought the couple
might hear. “They come home, have dinner and then have some incredibly kinky
sex.”
"Jesus, Kendall. How did you find out about them?"
"Well, remember when my AC went out during the heat
wave last month? I had to sleep with the windows open and one night I heard noises.
Moaning, sighing, even a growl. I looked out the window, but couldn’t see
anything. It wasn’t until I stepped out onto the deck that I saw them. They
were on the second story balcony, there in the middle. She was draped over the banister. He was standing behind
her, one hand on her shoulder, the other on her hip, and her was just driving into her. I tried to look away, but I just couldn't . They
were so fricking hot. I grabbed my binos from the storage bin and zoomed in on
them. Her face was so pretty. Glowing, almost. I've never seen a woman look like that before.
Not in real life, not in porn. Not ever."
"How did you find out they do this every night?"
Out of the corner of my eye I saw her shrug. "I just started
watching."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
I glanced away from the couple and lowered the binoculars. Even in the darkness I could
see Kendall was blushing.
"Right. What was I supposed to say? Hey Maxi, why don’t
you come over tonight? We’ll pop some popcorn, crack open a bottle of wine and
watch the neighbors have kinky sex. You would have thought I’d lost it."
I shrugged and snorted softly. "I love popcorn and wine."
She giggled, and I turned my attention back to the couple. He
now held a paddle in his hand. I shifted in the lounge chair. I had a sneaky
suspicion that things were about to get a little more interesting. The man leaned
down and whispered something in the woman’s ear, then lowered her panties. He
spun the paddle twice before delivering the first blow.
I gasped as the paddle made contact with her ass. God, that
was sexy. Kendall was right, the woman was pretty. With every blow of the
paddle, her eyes fluttered back in her head for a moment, and then she would
smile. She loved what he was doing to her…so did I.
The man was magnificent. I couldn’t see his face, but it didn’t
matter. It was all about his attitude. He was pure, raw power and sex. His
moves were hypnotic. My pussy clenched each and every time he brought the paddle
down. One cheek and then the other. I wanted to be in that room with them. To hear
the sound of the paddle connecting with her skin, to hear her cries, and hear
his hissed commands.
I couldn’t believe how turned on I’d gotten just watching
them. My entire body was on fire. Had I been by myself, I would have quickly
taken care of the need that had built up over the last few minutes. But I
wasn’t, so I did the only thing I could do. I clenched my thighs together and
prayed the friction from my slacks didn’t send me headlong into an orgasm in
front of my best friend.
My heart was pounding, and my breath (when I actually did
breathe) was shallow. I watched the woman’s face contort in ecstatic pain. I want to be her, I thought. Now I understood
why Kendall had insisted I come.
"Do you want that, Maxi?" Kendall whispered, leaning
forward, her hand gently squeezing my knee.
Lowering the binoculars, I turned away from the beautiful
couple and stared out into the darkness. “Yeah, I think I do."
Another well written chapter!
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