Carol and Dee entered the lobby of Gemmer’s Paradise Hotel. The staff greeted them as prime guests of the night because they had collected the most ample credits at casino and in return, got a free suite reservation.
After dining, the duo stepped inside the master bedroom. It was spacious, heavily carpeted, and air-conditioned. There were wall mirrors and nightstands at both sides of the upholstered bed. The cotton bed sheet, plush cushions, and silk drapery had contrasting colors. Fancy luminaires and downlights illuminated the entire room.
“Oh, how lovely,” Dee exclaimed joyously as she looked around.
“This suite is yours,” Carol said.
“No! It’s ours.”
Carol walked toward a nightstand, carrying her white glossy bag; she put it there securely. Dee frowned, discerning on the things it might contain. The bag was seemingly empty. In fact, Carol had taken it out of her wardrobe when Dee was enjoying a shower bath.
The cross-dresser turned around. Dee’s eyes fell on the big bulge in her pants.
“Betting on the princess was your idea,” Carol said, walking back in her direction.
“Erm… yeah, but you chose her willingly and won against the house,” Dee replied.
Carol laughed gently and placed her hands on Dee’s waist. “You are right,” she spoke delicately.
Dee snaked her arms about Carol’s neck. Their lips met in a soft demanding kiss. Carol reached up; she unknotted her halter neck and opened her back zipper.
The spandex material fell in a mess at Dee’s feet. Carol led her to the bed, pushed her gently as they lay down, and smiled. “When you encouraged me for betting on Jasmine, I felt you talked like someone I used to live with,” she said.
“Humm… and her name was Bonnie!”
“I’ve slept with scores of girls. Why are you saying her name?”
“I think she’s still with you. The swing dress belongs to her, right?”
“Oh, I chose it because she had your measurements.”
Dee grinned. “I knew you were appraising my body at Big Bro’s bar,” she said.
“Yeah…” Carol paused as she fixed her eyes on Dee’s bust. “It’s 32H-25-40,” she remarked flippantly.
“That’s pretty close,” she said, looking back at her face. “I wonder what your name is.”
“DEE, as you already know!”
“You aren’t the first call girl I’ve hired, sweetie! They never give their real names in business.”
“How astute of you, but I won’t reveal my name without receiving an extra credit!”
“What do you want?”
“Suck my tits.”
“It is a deal to which I can’t say NO.”
Dee laughed. Feeling Carol’s hands and mouth on her resilient melons, she moved her arms around the pillow and succumbed to the sensation that raised goose bumps on her skin.
Carol squeezed her tits and began sucking her nipples. After releasing each sensitive nub in a smacker, she captured them again in her mouth and licked them playfully. Then she looked up and asked, “Does that settle the tab?”
“Right, tell me your name!”
“Okay. It’s Darlene Roosevelt,” she said empathically.
Carol smirked. “Using the first letter of your name to live incognito is not a silly idea for you,” she said and kissed Darlene on her mouth.
“Thank you. I’ll take that as a compliment. You are the first person who’s asked me something personal.”
“Well, call girls generally fabricate names to ensure their anonymity,” Carol said before licking her neck.
“But I won’t do that!”
“Cause I can’t tell you lies.”
“Oh, really! You only have known me for two days. I’ll never blame you for lying.”
Darlene’s lips quivered as she let Carol kiss her stomach and groins. Feeling the pressure on her crotch, she sighed and opened her legs willingly.
Carol splayed Darlene’s thighs, held them apart, and smelled the very aroma she had inhaled last night. Then she glued her mouth to the engorged pussy lips and sucked the moisture that leaked from her cunt.
Darlene laughed as carol’s tongue trekked on her inflamed pussy. She closed her eyes and acceded to the escalating lust.
Carol licked Darlene’s twat and vaganus. She moved up, kissed her hood, went down again, and teased her asshole. Darlene trembled as her o ring contracted; the wet feel of Carol’s tongue on her back door was rewardingly pleasant.
Carol rimmed Darlene until she lapped up some love juice on her asshole. Then she resumed licking her pussy lips, parted them with her fingers, and ogled at the gaping cunt. The wafts of feminine essence excited her, and she kissed the wet orifice.
Darlene stretched her arms and wrenched the bed sheet in her hands. Something soft and fleshy was penetrating her cunt; she knew it was Carol’s tongue.
Moving her head back and forth, Carol fucked Darlene. She was good at tipping the velvet. The call girls always enjoyed being with her. She could easily lead them to multiple orgasms in a single bout of cunnilingus.
Darlene strained her torso as Carol slobbered her pussy, pushed a finger into her cunt, and sucked her throbbing clit. She squealed in delight, receiving a series of thrusts and reaching a swift plateau. Her stomach muscles contracted, and the juices flowed into her love canal. She screamed, shuddered, and cummed eventually.
Carol released her clit and sucked her cunt out. Darlene reached down, grabbed her head, and squirted into her mouth. The cross-dresser swallowed her juices with relish.
Darlene lay quiet but gratified after the loss of her vitality; Carol was still licking her pussy. She sighed, fingering her hair tenderly. ‘Yes, Carlos! I know you desire me for now,’ she deduced, ‘and I won’t ever leave you if…’
Carol closed her lips on Darlene’s clit. ‘I must arouse her before unzipping my pants,’ she thought.
Darlene hissed. She pulled Carol’s hair as the pleasure ignited her cunt. “Ahh… fuck, yess…” she quavered.
Carol hummed into her pussy and kept up the good work. She clutched her big ass cheeks, circumscribed the engorged clit with her tongue, and sucked its glans fervently.
Darlene lifted her hips and settled down at once. Carol’s mouth and tongue were driving her delirious. She chanted, “Ahh… ahh… ahh… mhh… ahh…”
Carol got her chin wet as she moved down, sucking the juices on Darlene’s pussy. Then she rose on her knees, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Now we are going to do it,” she spoke, unbuckling her belt. “Are you ready?”
Darlene thought of giving an affirmative reply but she said nothing.
Without waiting for an answer, Carol opened the fly and took her pants off. Darlene stared at the big bulge in her jockstrap, and she exclaimed. “Wow!”
Carol grinned and pushed the briefs down her legs. Darlene gasped as some beige-colored object tumbled from the jockstrap and fell on the mattress at her right.
Carol laughed, bent forward, and took her packer. “My Pea-Cock gave you a start,” she said, resuming her posture.
“PEA-COCK, the prosthesis that I often use to pass as a man and fuck girls in the hotel rooms.”
“Fine, but it looks flaccid!”
Carol smirked. She got out of bed, opened her bag on the nightstand, extracted a thin rod, and said, “This will help us. Watch closely!”
Darlene frowned as Carol inserted the rod into her Pea-Cock. To her astonishment, the shaft immediately stood out like an erect phallus.
“Gosh, that’s INCREDIBLE,” she spoke up.
“See, I told you so!”
“Yess… I like it!”
“Next,” Carol said, taking the harness out of her bag, “I’ll fix my strap-on and be a MAN to fuck you.”
Darlene rolled on her side and spoke lasciviously, “Mmm, I can’t wait to feel your Pea-Cock in my pussy.”
Carol slid her packer into the cock ring and set it firmly in the harness. Then she secured the strap-on around her hips, pulled the straps through her legs, and fastened them with the waist band. “There, now I am ready,” she declared, smiling.
Darlene rolled on her back again. She batted her eyelashes as Carol undid her shirt and men’s compression vest. “I won’t say you aren’t a man,” she quipped.
The smile faded instantly from Carol’s face. She cogitated on Darlene’s words, deduced a gist, and scowled at her.
Darlene felt a bit uneasy at her displeased countenance but she composed herself and spoke up, “Come to me, baby! My pussy is aching for more attention.”
“You knew it,” Carol spoke coldly.
“You knew about me ALREADY.”
“I knew about you, but what?”
“You knew everything when we met at Big Bro’s bar.”
“What do you mean?”
“Being a call girl, you can never miss the chance to serve any client for 72 and line your pockets in return. Of course, that’s your business but I am sure Sienna purposely recommended you as her substitute.”
“Yes. She had to consult the gynecologist.”
“OKAY. She might not have something up her sleeve but in your case, it was a pretext!”
Darlene sat up. She stared wide-eyed at Carol.
“Sienna is your friend, right? She can confide secrets to you,” Carol said. “When Big Bro informed her that I wanted her back for another GFE session, she bowed to my demands. I have a hunch that she met you sometime before yesterday, talked about the deal she made with him, and also marked me as a transvestite who liked women. The news surely piqued your interest. Realizing an opportunity to make a good amount of money, you urged her to fabricate a story and call Big Bro.”
She paused, gazing into Darlene’s eyes and resumed, “You are prettier, sexier, and more beguiling than Sienna. Sending you as a substitute would let her get an ample share. Hence, she told him about you and her sham appointment with the gynecologist. Then you called him and fixed the high price for your services.”
“Oh Carlos, please! I never pushed Big Bro to ask you for a raise. Yes, I told Sienna to call him and decline your offer because I wanted to be your girlfriend.”
Carol laughed. “Are you telling me that Sienna stepped back for your love? Baby, I know call girls. They just want money and NOTHING ELSE,” she said caustically.
“Perhaps you see them as unchaste and filthy self-seekers who have no feelings!”
“Feelings, huh! This GFE session has nothing to do with tender emotions.”
“You will never understand this, Carlos,” Darlene said, bowing her head. She bit her lip, batted her eyelashes, and placed a hand on her thigh. Then she looked up and spoke in a soft tremulous voice, “I… I am sorry.”
Carol frowned as she perceived anguish on her face. “Darlene,” she said, “are you ok?”
“I am s-sorry… I just wanted to be free… to be with you… I… I…”
Darlene stammered. She could not contain herself any longer and burst into tears.
“Hey, girl! Stop crying,” Carol admonished her and sat down promptly.
Darlene covered her face in her hands and wept persistently. Tears seeped between her fingers.
Carol waited for a while. Then she reached up, took Darlene’s hands off her face, and wiped her tears. Darlene sniveled, without meeting her gaze.
“I’ve never seen a call girl cry before,” Carol said. “May I ask what was that for?”
Darlene said nothing in return, but she snuggled her head against Carol’s shoulder and closed her eyes. Carol sighed and held her warmly.
They sat in silence, embracing each other. After a while, Carol placed her hands on Darlene’s shoulders and pushed her gently. She gazed at her, then smiled, and touched her chin to lift her face.
Darlene looked into Carol’s eyes. Her lips quivered but she uttered no word.
“I don’t like girls who shed tears to move their lovers emotionally,” Carol said. “They just turn me off; but you…” she kissed Darlene’s eyes, and added, “I feel something, different. In spite of that, I can terminate this session right now and…”
“Noo… Don’t do that, please,” Darlene implored.
“Hmm, I’ll change my mind if you tell me the whole story.”
“I met Sienna ten months ago at Four Seasons Luxury Hotel,” Darlene said. “She escorted a middle-aged capitalist. My client was a young man who knew him already. They wanted to confer something confidential in the dining hall. Hence, they told us to cool our heels and enjoy the cocktails they had ordered. We sat at a table and began talking freely. Our conversation grew so pleasant that I almost forgot the man who had hired me for one nightstand. We told each other nothing personal but our names and cell numbers. Inwardly, I believed she was an outcall worker like me.”
“Precisely, and that was the beginning of your friendship with her.”
“Yes. She also surmised me as a girl of her type. We rejoiced in sitting, drinking, and laughing together until the capitalist rose from his seat. He departed, taking Sienna with him. I escorted my client to a room booked under his name. He fucked me there and eventually zonked out. On the contrary, I did not care whether he got off or not!”
“You weren’t romanticising him of course. He hired you just for having sex, and that’s all!”
“Oh, yeah! Men spent their money to abuse me sexually and I let them touch my body. They took advantage of me and gratified their own lust even though I never liked what I did to make a living.”
“Nonetheless you cummed whenever they fucked you.”
“No, they could not arouse me in bed; I never craved men!”
“Really! Whom did you crave while having sex with them?”
“What! Are you kidding?”
“Do you still suspect I am telling a lie, Carlos? That night, I cummed just thinking about Sienna. Her arm touched continually with mine when we sat and laughed together in the dining hall. I knew I was attracted to her instantly, and I couldn’t just help it! Yes, I must admit that men are the part of business-only ventures for me; but girls are completely different… warm, cuddly, and yes-too adorable for me to ignore.”
“What do you expect from a girl? Are you asking me to believe that she should love you in return on the presumption that you open your heart to her?”
“Yes, that is exactly what I am saying! I don’t want to live as a sex receptacle for men. I do not desire to be an object for them to plug and play with their cocks. I deserve to be loved and crave to love someone who adores me truly!”
“Okay. When did you call Sienna and chummed up with her?”
“She was the one who called me after a few days. We began visiting each other twice a week. The friendship and mutual affection soon bonded us as confidantes.”
“Close friends do share personal thoughts, likes, and dislikes with each other. Did you open your heart to Sienna, shortly after befriending her?”
“I did, and she expressed her tender feelings for me as well. We made love in her bedroom but that was just a one-nighter!”
“Oh, I thought you two had it off repetitively!”
“No! we never effed again. In just few days that followed our lesbian venture, she came to my house. When I tried luring her to bed, she simply declined. I was at a loss to understand her response. Hence, I asked her the reason for her denial. She affirmed about her fondness for me. Moreover, she clarified that I was the best person she ever befriended but it was nearly impossible for us to get along with each other as lovers; while I desired to love a girl and be loved by her equally, Sienna was too happy with her sex work to come out of the closet.”
“Well, I guess she is a bi who prefers men to women.”
“She doesn’t give a damn about her clients’ genders. They are always acceptable if she can make them pay her good for a full-time service.”
“I agree,” Carol said, grinning broadly. “She was utterly astonished as I unveiled my crotch, but she let me eat and penetrate her cunt willingly.”
Darlene gave her a faint smile.
“I dismissed Sienna after an overnight session, and called Big Bro to procure her once more,” Carol said. “He gave his consent immediately and assured me that she would come to his bar on Saturday. Hence, I went there last night and found him at his table. Since he was upbeat, I deduced he had planned something to his advantage. As I approached his table, he feigned hospitality and tersely stipulated a 10% raise in exchange of hiring the call girls for 72. Then you showed up and explained the reason for Sienna’s absence before he put forward the same proposition. I was about to contradict him but you touched my hand and distracted me.”
“Yes. I feared you’d rebuff the deal and won’t take me with you.”
“Cause you expected to earn good money for your services.”
“No! I just desired to stay with you.”
“Sugar, you’ll be my girlfriend for one more night! This GFE session is not supposed to be a lifelong agreement.”
“I know. Sienna told me the same thing, yet I beseeched her to decline your offer and send me as a substitute.”
“Hmm… when did she tell you about my offer?”
“Last Monday, we were purchasing some party dresses and cosmetics in She & She Mall. Sienna’s cell phone rang up suddenly and she answered the call. I could perceive the excitement in her voice as she talked, laughed, and assented to go somewhere. After ending the call, she declared that Big Bro had informed her about your wish to hire her for another GFE session. Then she grabbed my arm, pulled me closer, and whispered that you were a lesbian who passed as a man. The news astonished me and I asked her more about you. She explained how you welcomed her at Big Bro’s bar, took her to your home, and revealed your true gender before pleasuring her. That instant, a desire welled up in my heart to see you personally.”
“So you told her outright to step back.”
“What was the reason for her to give up a chance of making money in your favor?”
“I yearned to get away from the despicable lechers! That has been a desire of mine to feel the depth of a woman’s love. Sienna knew this and as my co-conspirator, she blatantly agreed to decline your offer if I’d give her all the earnings after the conclusion of this GFE.”
“Good gracious,” Carol exclaimed. “What a greedy girl she is!”
“I gave her my consent willingly, and that’s why she sent me as her substitute.”
Carol stared at her for a while, and then she spoke, “I still can’t believe my ears! You are different, just totally different from the call girls I’ve slept with. None of them ever followed their dreams, let alone their hearts.”
“I never thought of verbalizing my feelings but you asked me to tell the truth. You touched me, danced with me, kissed me, and ate me out! And I must say, you are the only one who pleasured me as a lover.”
“What will you do if this session comes to an end?”
“What will I do? Well, I… I’ll just go away and live with the hole in my heart you will have left.”
“Don’t let me realize I’m hurting you like Bonnie!”
Darlene smiled. “No,” she said, shaking her head. “Doing that would be cruel, and I am not a vindictive girl.”
“I hope nothing will go wrong again,” Carol said, placing her hands on Darlene’s shoulders. She pulled her closer; their lips met in a soft kiss.
Darlene closed her eyes. The feel of Carol’s lips on her mouth was not of just a kiss but it conceded tenderness and fondness.
The duo bussed noisily until Carol assisted Darlene to stretch out. She hovered above her, gave her a deep kiss on the lips, and went down to suck her nipples.
Darlene sighed and fingered her client’s hair affectionately. A tingling sensation stirred in her as Carol licked her tits, stomach, and crotch. She withheld an urge to moan; Carol’s tongue instantly flicked on her engorged nub and then her pink, quivering lips. She laughed and strained her torso lasciviously.
Carol sucked her clit, continued tasting the love juice that oozed from her cunt, and eventually rose upright. She altered her own posture to touch the glans of Pea-Cock with Darlene’s pussy.
“Ahh…” Darlene exclaimed as the shaft probed her orifice and penetrated her cunt. It glided against her G-spot, thereby igniting the throes of her passion.
Carol pushed the entire shaft into her love canal, withdrew it in a while, and made another insertion. She fucked Darlene, fortyfying her tempo gradually.
The flush soon intensified on Darlene’s face and neck; she moaned warblingly and hugged Carol, clawing her back. Her voice muffled only when she received a fiery kiss on her mouth.
Carol let her lips go and groaned; the harness was hitting her own pussy. She clenched her teeth and kept on jamming the shaft into Darlene’s cunt.
Darlene screamed; she shook her head feverishly and humped her hips to match Carol’s thrusts.
Carol knew her own orgasm was inevitable; keeping a vigorous cadence, she went on sinking her tool to the hilt.
Finally, they howled in unison. Marshaling her strength, Carol pounded Darlene’s pussy until her juices oozed from under the harness. Darlene shuddered; her eyes rolled back in her head as she reached a mind-blowing climax.
Their chests heaved in exhaustion; Carol managed to pull her shaft out of Darlene’s cunt and lay down beside her. She cuddled her and planted a kiss on her forehead. Darlene laughed dreamily, and Carol smiled in return. The warmth and tenderness of that hug consoled them right away. They drifted off into a sound sleep, forgetting that the clock ticked and the termination of GFE would ensue after one more night.
Amy looked anxiously at the wall clock. It was ten seventeen and Carol had not returned home yet. Sighing, she fingered a black curl behind her ear and vacuumed the floor to alleviate her trepidation. Then she entered the kitchen with an intention of doing the dishes. Suddenly the doorbell chimed, stratling her. She headed toward the front door, and opened it. To her relief, Carol and Darlene stood in the doorway.
“I hope things went well after we departed yesterday,” Carol said, stepping inside. “Did you eat breakfast?”
“Yes, Mr. King,” Amy replied. She let Darlene follow Carol, and then closed the door.
“Good,” Carol said, grinning broadly. She took Darlene’s hand and added, “Make sure the lunch is served at one o’ clock.”
Amy bowed her head.
The duo resumed walking toward the stairs. Amy’s eyes fell on the white bag that Carol was carrying. She smiled ironically and went back to the kitchen.
“You were right! This place is so lively and full of fun,” Darlene said delightedly. Having her locks bound in a bun and sitting comfortably next to Carol on the beach blanket, she watched people making boisterous merriment. The cold sea air caressed her skin soothingly. She was aware of the furtive glances men cast at her; Bonnie’s hot pink bra and chiffon pareu wrapped around her waist like a skirt, enhanced her tempting looks.
“Yes it is,” Carol replied, gazing at the clouds that drifted in the sunny sky; she was dressed in men’s beach jacket and shorts.
“I’ve always dreamed of living in a beach house. You are very lucky to own a residence here.”
“May be,” Carol said as her eyes fell on the tides, which angrily hit the coast and ebbed away.
Darlene turned her head in Carol’s direction. “Well, I mean it,” she said.
Darlene frowned for an instant, and then she asked, “Are you missing her, Carlos?”
Carol looked at her quizzically.
“I am talking about Bonnie,” Darlene clarified her question.
Carol turned her eyes to gaze at the sea.
Darlene perceived the gloomy expression on her face. “Erm… I am sorry if I asked you something very private,” she added nervously.
“You don’t have to make an apology,” Carol said. “Yes, I am missing her.”
“I understand,” Darlene said as Carol’s avowal provoked a subtle envious feeling within her. “She is your lover.”
“Yes! She was my girlfriend.”
“She WAS… oh,” Darlene said, biting her lip as she withheld an urge to smile. “Why did she leave you?”
“She just wanted to follow her dreams but being selfish I failed to understand her. We had a quarrel one night because I was angry and afraid of losing her. The harsh words that I spoke disheartened her, and she broke up with me.”
“Did you call her and tried to assuage her excruciation?”
“I did, but she texted me about her and Jerome being happy together.”
“Jerome! Who was he?”
“He was the one who made me argue with her.”
“Was she infatuated with him?”
“Yes,” Carol replied frigidly; her face distorted with disgust.
“How could she be so callous even though you loved her?”
“Jerome was more affluent than me, and she chose him because he could raise her to eminence in a short time.”
“Was he into some business?”
“Yes. He was the proprietor of Filly & Dove Studios. Being a shrewd connoisseur of art and beauty, he discerned Bonnie’s photogenic looks and cajoled her to work in his movie studio as a starlet.”
“Accepting his offer, she made a wrong choice. There are lots of people who work in the show biz just to hold the front page, get married to promote themselves, and criticize one another after getting divorced. The film industry promises them riches at the expense of long-term relationships. I wish she may realize this and get back to you.”
“Cause she DIED in a car crash!”
“What,” Darlene exclaimed.
Carol gazed deeply into her eyes. “Sometimes one may not easily accept the truth,” she spoke in a soft, unwavering tone. “Often, it is hard to see the uniformity in life. Bonnie’s death utterly dispirited me; it traumatized my soul and shattered my dreams. I decided to live without ambition and rejected all possibilities of happiness. Hiring the call girls and having sex with them transiently gratified my gynephilic desire. I presumed that no girl would be able to win my heart like Bonnie but you… you came along and proved me wrong!”
“I proved you wrong! What do you mean?”
“To explain this, I must tell you more about her,” Carol said. She sighed ruefully and resumed, “I was the member of Finart Reflections LLC, a nonprofit art school, where instructors taught different forms of the visual art. Our primary focus was to train the students for figure drawing, figure painting, photography, and sculpture. Bonnie worked there as an art model. I got attracted to her because of her radiant face, alluring smile, and voluptuous curves. Posing nude against the real or abstract backgrounds, she represented natural beauty and I could not take my eyes off her. The other female models weren’t as vibrant as she was. I felt high in her presence, and thought persistently about her after she returned to White & White Rooming House every evening. At the school, I feigned touching her unintentionally. In spite of knowing why I did that over and over again, she neither felt uneasy nor rebuked me.”
“Perhaps she took a liking to you as well.”
“She fancied me because I owned the school. We began dating each other once a week and eventually, I confessed my love to her during a dinner party at an instructor’s home. Then I kissed her, but she did not accept me as her romantic partner until a few days had elapsed. Her affirmative response elated me, and I offered her to be my housemate. She acquiesced to my proffer instantaneously as it was hard for her to reside much longer in the rooming house.”
“I think she had no family.”
“You are right! She did not know her father, and her mom committed suicide because she could not handle everything by herself and take care of her only daughter.”
“So you supported Bonnie, to allay the suffering she went through and express the tender feelings you had for her.”
“Yes. I inferred she got all the things, deemed necessary by a woman to enjoy her life. On the contrary, my overoptmisim led me astray; I failed to realize what she still missed in spite of being properly sheltered, eating favorite foods, wearing beautiful dresses, and going frequently out with me.”
“Did she continue working as the art model after moving to your house?”
“I thought so,” Darlene said. “Jerome probably met her at the school.”
“No,” Carol riposted. “He visited Florale Art Museum where we organised the Halloween Day Special Exhibition last year. Ruth, his sister and one of the instructors at Finart Reflections, accompanied him. The painting that portrayed Bonnie as a fairy caught his attention and her beauty fascinated him like a shot. He wanted to see her in person, and so Ruth led him to us while we supervised the event. After introducing himself and admiring the painting, he cast a meaningful glance at Bonnie and gave me his calling card.”
“If Jerome gave her a look that manifested some amorous intent, why did you accept his card?”
“I thought he was just a fop to her and she would never choose a fop over me.”
“Yes, it’s hard for one not to trust a lover.”
“Some weeks later, she told me that Jerome had asked her to audition for a bit part in his upcoming action movie; moreover, he assured her for a bright future and long-lasting renown if she succeeded in her first trial performance. I was astounded by her excitement and declaration. When I asked how he knew her cell number, she made a candid affirmation of calling him.”
“Naturally, she took his card from the calling card holder on your desk. Did you reproach her for doing so?”
“No, I just asked her the reason for calling him. She replied that it was her heartfelt desire to be a celebrity. Hence, I gave her my consent; her exultant gladness was evident as she kissed me gratefully.”
“She was a lucky girl! If I were Bonnie I would turn down Jerome’s offer. The fame can never be preferable to a caring mate.”
“On the contrary, she yearned to be a star. After making a successful audition, she signed the cast contract. Jerome himself began visiting us regularly, took Bonnie to his movie studio, and dropped her home at night. Soon, I noticed him caressing and kissing her on the cheek. She got out of his Mercedez-Benz, bade him farewel, stepped inside the house, and hugged me. I told her politely to stay away from that buffoon because I did not like his flirtatious deportment. To falsify my objection, she kissed me and explained tenderly that he was an amicable guy but she didn’t love him; however, she had to treat him like a friend for the sake of her career. I accepted her reason as a plausible statement.”
“So Bonnie succeeded in convincing you about her loyalty and devout regard for your love; however, you argued with her sometime later.”
“May I ask what caused that arguement?”
“Jerome invited us for a cocktail party at his house because Bonnie had brilliantly played the role of a rock singer. After toasting her, everybody in the dining hall began waltzing. Jerome took Bonnie’s hand before I could dance with her. They moved rhythmically to the music; glaring at them, I clenched my fist in order to suppress my rage. As he pulled her close for a passionate kiss, my temper seethed instantly and I stormed in their direction. Grabbing Bonnie by the arm, I made her spin and hit her in the face.”
Darlene stared wide-eyed at Carol.
“A hush fell over the dining hall as people focused their attention on us,” Carol resumed. “I clutched her by the wrist and demanded that she go home. She jerked her arm free from my grasp and gazed into my eyes, revealing anguish that filled her face. Warm tears cascaded off her flushed cheeks. I asked her once again to come with me. She fired back, told me to get lost, and the argument ensued. It ended when I rebuked her for hurting me, and Jerome rushing to the scene to soothe her. Bonnie snuggled her head against his shoulder and continued sobbing. Perceiving his hostile countenance, I wheeled around and bolted from his house.”
Carol looked up at the birds, which glided beautifully in the sky. “Bonnie never returned,” she continued. “She and Jerome died in the car crash. After that tragic incident, I sold the house where she used to live with me. Now I own a residence here. Watching people, who come from far and near to enjoy their leisure time at the sea shore, does alleviate the sense of loneliness that nags me as yet.”
“She’s still alive in your heart,” Darlene said. “You can never forget her! This beachwear that I have attired myself in, surely belongs to her.”
“I offered you to wear the clothing, which I bought for her but she never doned them.”
Darlene gave her no reply.
“Last night, you explained the reason for being Sienna’s substitute,” Carol said. “As I realized how much you ached for the committed relationship with a female partner, I compared you with Bonnie. Surely, you have her measurements and looks. Yesterday, I forbade you to wear the open side gown and you spoke up the way she used to wisecrack. She knew how to lift my spirits and so did you when I was furiously leading you to the exit of Big Bro’s bar. I also acknowledge, you encouraged me in the casino just like her when I was continually losing games. She couldn’t keep her true feelings to herself as I hurt her and likewise, you bared your heart to me.”
“I may inadvertently give you her impression,” Darlene said, “but I can’t deny being a worthless call girl.”
“Bonnie and you differ in making choices. She preferred her career and renown to my feelings. On the contrary, you desired to stay with me and experience the depth of my love.”
Darlene didn’t look at Carol until the gentle feel of her hand teased her arm.
“Today is the last day of this GFE session,” Carol said, holding Darlene’s hand tenderly. “I must ask you before it’s too late. Will you marry me?”
Darlene gaped at her.
“Please, don’t say you won’t,” Carol said.
“C-Carlos, I… yes, yes I will,” Darlene stammered. The next instant, Carol’s lips met passionately with hers; holding each other tight, they fell on the beach blanket.
Carol broke the lip lock and burst into laughter. In return, Darlene grinned broadly.
“Darlene, oh Darlene! I love you,” Carol spoke up; she showered her face with kisses.
“I love you too Carlos,” Darlene said affectionately. “Promise me you won’t take any other girl to your bed!”
“I promise you, my love!”
Darlene caressed her cheek, lips, and chin. “Carlos,” she said.
“Yes,” Carol replied.
“I believe you haven’t told me your real name.”
“That’s right, baby! It’s Carol King.”
Darlene giggled. “Carol and Carlos nearly sound alike,” she said.
“Yes, they do! Tomorrow, I’ll send paychecks to Big Bro and Sienna. Then we’ll forget them for the rest of our lives.”
“I agree,” Darlene said. She closed her eyes as Carol kissed her once again.