Friday, September 27, 2013

The Good Girl - Chapter Four

If this happens again, I'm going to spank you. How could one simply uttered ultimatum throw my world into absolute chaos?

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.

Read Chapter One - Here
Read Chapter Two - Here
Read Chapter Three - Here

The Good Girl
By Fiona Summerville

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-fiancĂ©. 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."