"City Lights" Part 1

A lot like a woman does, the city loses her ordinaryness at night, and
slips on her lights like a pretty evening dress.

A lot like this woman, I thought, as I put on my city lights. I slipped on
a long red beaded halter dress with a high slit. Stepped into red leather
high heeled sandals. Sprayed a few puffs of perfume on my neck, felt the
wet spots turn warm. Felt the silky caress of red diamond-shine lipstick as
I applied it, bringing out my full pouty lips. A pair of diamond-stud
earrings completed my look.

My red dress went perfectly with my smooth milk chocolate-brown skin and
clung to my curvy and somewhat busty build. My blue eye shadow brought out
my deep black eyes. My nails, disappointingly short, I left unpolished. My
long straight black hair, which went down almost to the small of my back, I
wore down and natural.

I was all glittery and sparkly. Like the city. City lights glowed and
sparkled all around me as I drove to the club. Green lights. Red lights.
White lights. Even blue lights. The city lights glistened and sparkled,
lending a romanticism to the city.

My long slim fingers felt burdened tonight by my rings, by all the jewelry
Antoine felt the need to buy for me. I suppose he thinks that with an
Assistant Manager office in the firm where I work, I suddenly don't need
him any more. Maybe I don't. What a stupid man he can be sometimes --
insecure, too.

I took them all off when I got in my car, except for a gold bracelet and a
gold watch that I bought.

My girl friend Dawn and I met for dinner and drinks at the Blue Parrot,
which sits at the apex of where two streets meet like a triangle. Even the
lighting in the club was a pattern of sparkles on deep black night, with
candles on the tables, for the late diners.

We both got all dressed up. Dawn wore a long slinky black beaded slip
dress, matching heels and all, that went well with her pale brown skin and
curly brown hair. It was a girls night out for both of us. No significant
male others. In Dawn's case, a babysitter with her two kids.

We sat in splendour, laughing quietly at all the guys staring at us and
practically drooling all over themselves. Not openly, though. It doesn't do
to laugh out loud at brothers and others who show their appreciation for
two beautiful sisters. Men's egos are as delicate as egg shells, I swear.

But there was these guys at the bar, obviously out on the town together,
just like us girls. And one of those guys kept looking at me. I could see
the longing in his face, no, something more than longing...

He was about medium height, with short scruffy blond hair, sparkly hazel
eyes, with a look about him that just made me want to spread my legs and
invite him over to find out what's in between. He wore blue jeans, a white
t-shirt, and wire-framed glasses with small rectangular lenses. And he was
white.

What would my boyfriend say? No, I already know what he'd say!

I deliberately shifted away and recrossed my legs. Shifted away from his
eyes.

Dawn and I gave each other little looks and giggled through our hands.

We ate, drank, toasted, laughed. Had a good time.

Then the waiter put the bill on our table. I just knew we had racked up
close to, if not over, a hundred dollars on the bill -- dinner, dessert and
a bottle of good, expensive wine. But I wasn't worried, because Dawn said
dinner was "on her" and she'd take care of it. So I didn't bring anything
with me but some petty cash. Just out of curiousity, I picked up the fancy
leather folder, opened it, and glanced at our bill. It was just over ninety
dollars. Not bad.

Dawn was rummaging through her purse like she'd forgotten something.

"Shit," she whispered.

"What's wrong?" I asked her. But I had an idea.

"I forgot my credit card," she whispered.

"You're kidding," I said, my face in my hands, looking over the table. I
should have worried. "Please tell me you're kidding."

"Don't you have yours?" she asked me, whispering desperately.

"No," I shook my head. "Because you said it was your treat."

"Shit," Dawn said again, candidly this time. I wanted to sink through the
floor. A big red stop light was blinking on our ladies' night. I visualized
myself doing dishes late into the night, wearing a little white apron over
my fancy red dress, until our men rescued us.

All of a sudden the guy from the bar comes over to our table, takes out his
wallet and puts a hundred dollar bill on our little leather folder.

We looked at each other, then I said, politely, "Thank you, but--"

Dawn stopped me. "What she means," she said, nervously, "is that we really
appreciate you helping us." She looked at me. "Right?"

I swallowed my first reaction. I smiled instead. "Right."

There was a moment of awkward silence. Then the guy said, "Well. I hope you
lovely ladies have a good night."

"Thank you," we chorused, smiling. The guy grinned, then stuck his hands in
his pockets and ambled back to the bar. But my pussy still felt all tingly,
especially as I watched him stride his way back to his buddies at the bar.
After he left, I looked at Dawn. "You sure are one lucky lady tonight."

Dawn had her face in her hands, totally embarrassed. But she had the nerve
to look at me and say, "Not lucky. Just fortunate." Then she stood up. "I
would say let's stay late and see the band. But I should check on the
kids."

I also stood. I wouldn't show it, but I was very relieved. "Yeah," I
sighed. "I have to leave soon, too. It's getting a little late."

Dawn smiled, then she gave me a short hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I
enjoyed dinner," she said, not looking at me. "Good night." Then she left.
I sat back down at the table, and slowly drank the rest of my wine as I
finished my dessert.

The waiter came over and picked up the check, with the hundred dollar bill.
"Will there be anything else tonight, miss?"

"No, thank you," I sighed. We'd had dinner and dessert, and wine. What else
could I want, besides that man at the bar? I gestured to the check. "Keep
the change."

The waiter brightened up. "Have a good evening, miss."

I smiled at him. "Thank you." I finished my dessert and drained my wine
glass in one swallow. Then I went to the bathroom to hide my embarrassment.
I went into the stall, hiked up my dress, pulled down my panties, and
noticed how the slit of my neatly groomed pussy was oozing love juices.

I was embarrassed and amazed. My boyfriend never made me this horny! And we
made ourselves wait a few weeks before sex. But now, this gorgeous man that
paid the dinner tab, made me wet as a wash rag -- and I didn't even know
his name!

I did my business, then collected myself as best I could. I leaned on the
counter, both hands placed firmly on the edge, eyes closed, repeating to
myself, "I'm in a relationship."

"I'm in a relationship."

When a sister asked me if I was okay, I put on a perky smile and said,
"Yes, thank you. I'm fine." I started to put on fresh lipstick. But that
only made me wish that man was standing in the doorway to watch me.

Stop it, Maxine! I told myself. Like that would do any good.

By the time I put the tube of lipstick back in my purse, I was as wet and
ready as I've ever been in my life.

And then, as I left the ladies' room to make a bee-line to the valet, he
approached me. I nearly fainted as he came up and said, "Hope I didn't
embarrass you back there."

"No," I smiled, running my fingers through my hair. "My friend did. We were
very lucky you came along."

The guy grinned. God, he had such a sexy grin. "I kind of got the feeling
someone wasn't prepared for the night. This place gets a little expensive."

I rolled my eyes. "Don't I know it! But the embarrassing part was that my
friend said dinner was on her, and then she goes and forgets her credit
card."

My new friend rolled his eyes. "Well, I'm glad I came along at the right
time."

I laughed. "Did you ever!"

He looked at me shyly. "What's your name?" he asked quickly.

I smiled at him. "I suppose you deserve that much," I said. "My name is
Maxine." And I put my hand out to him, palm down.

He took my hand in his, raised it to his lips and kissed it. "I'm Billy."

When he kissed my hand, every part of me tingled. "Nice to meet you,
Billy," I said softly. But then I saw my watch, a slim gold watch, and saw
that it was very late, indeed. "I'm sorry, Billy. I need to be going. It's
a little late."

He looked more than a little disappointed. I knew just how he felt. But he
said, "Can I walk you to the door, at least?"

That's when I smiled a real smile. "Yes. That would be nice," I said. I
took his hand in mine and began walking with him towards the door, and
outside into the night. I gave the valet guy my claim ticket and he quickly
vanished. I turned back to Billy. "Thanks for waiting with me," I said.

Billy said, "No problem. Hope the valet guy takes a while."

I laughed. "Oh, do you?"

Billy grinned a shy, nervous grin. "I was kind of hoping I might get to
kiss you good night."

"I think we can arrange that," I said softly. "Why?"

Billy faltered a little at that. But he slowly said, "Well, because you're
a beautiful woman. And I've had my eye on you ever since you walked in the
door."

"Really?" I asked him softly. God, this white boy was so damn romantic.

"Really," he nodded. "From the second I saw you."

I smiled a very serene smile. I quickly dug out my mirror to check my
lipstick. It was fine, but I still applied more. And then I reached out my
arms to him.

"Don't just stand there," I said so softly. "Come here."

He stepped into my space, I put my arms around his neck and started to kiss
him, soft and light. I couldn't believe I was doing this, but it felt so
right. Kissing this man in my arms made more sense than anyting I've ever
done.

Finally we finished our kiss and he just held me, rubbing my bare back with
his hands, my head on his shoulder. Right then the valet guy pulled up in
my car, got out and held the door open for me. I pulled back a little from
Billy. "Well, baby," I said. "Thanks again for rescuing us."

"No problem," he grinned. "Thanks for the kiss. It was awesome."

I winked at him. "Oh, no. Thank you, baby." I blew him another kiss over
the top of my car, then got in, giving the valet guy a tip. I put the car
in gear and drove away.

I saw Billy in the mirror, standing there.

I drove back to my house, feeling my wet pussy soak right through my lacy
thong panties.

God, the more I thought about that gorgeous man, the wetter I became. His
shoulders were so firm, so broad, his arms so strong, his hands so sure.
His lips were so soft.

I stopped at a convenience store so I could get some milk and a soda -- and
take off my soaked panties. Pretending to be cool as a cucumber, I went
into the little store and bought a carton of milk and a large soda. I'd had
some wine with dinner, but on a full stomach. Then I walked back out to my
car. Oh so casually.

Checking to make sure nobody was looking, I reached under my dress and
quickly tugged my panties down my smooth chocolate legs, then I finally
stepped out of them and climbed back into my car. I flung my little
back-pack purse on the other seat, and my glass dildo rolled out and rested
against the milk carton. I took a long pull off the cup of soda, and licked
my lips, tasting my passion along with the soda.

I couldn't take it any longer. I had to scratch this itch. I reached over
for the dildo.

I sucked on the dildo hungrily, easily imagining the artificial cock was
Billy's. The glass was soon marred by a ring of red lipstick. Then I spread
my legs and slipped the dildo in my wet pussy.

Now, usually I can masturbate for half an hour before I make myself come,
moving the dildo slowly to tease myself. But I was so intoxicated with lust
over this white man that I fucked myself silly and came in minutes.

I licked and sucked all my juices off the dildo, then put it back in my
purse. As I did so, I saw all the rings in the bottom of my purse. I
reluctantly slipped them back on.

My boyfriend Antoine was waiting for me at my home. In the driveway.

He was scowling, like he was my daddy and I had stayed up past my curfew.
But that was why we called it a late dinner. I know. My bad.

I pulled up into the driveway and got out. My pussy dried up like a dry
lake bed the second I got out of my car and saw him standing there.

"You're late," Antoine said in that daddy tone. "Where have you been?"

I kissed him on the cheek. "I'm glad to see you, too," I said, ignoring his
question. None of his damn business that I was masturbating in my car
because I had been kissing another man.

Antoine was tall, dark, and handsome, not quite as dark as me but his skin
was still a smooth dark ebony. He liked to keep his hair short-short, and
he also liked to keep a goatee. I hated the damn thing cause it tickled me.
But that man looked smooth.

Unfortunately, his smooth exterior hid a rough interior. He was suspicious,
easily jealous, and a little possessive. Inside his grown up adult
exterior, he sometimes behaved like a college fraternity pledge. And he was
37. I was only 33. We've been together about four years. We've been seeing
each other exclusively. For all the good it does me.

"Okay, okay," he said, raising his hands palms-out to me. He turned his
hands so he was holding them out to me. "I'm sorry, Max. I was worried
about you."

I walked right past him. I hated it when he called me Max.

"What's the matter with you tonight, Max?"

I stopped and gave him my best turning smile. "I need to turn in. Like you
just said, it is kind of late. Good night, boo." I blew him a kiss. Then I
went inside, locking the door behind me. I didn't care whether he followed
me or not.

I changed into a flowery night-shirt and climbed in bed. I could feel my
tears wet my pillow when I realized I would probably never see Billy again.

* * * * *

The next day, I was at work. In my office. Daydreaming. Not about my
boyfriend, but about Billy.

Like the song said, the very thought of him made me want to get undressed.
Lord knows I dreamed about him last night. A lot.

I looked out the window of the office building. My office was large and
roomy, thanks to my recently acquired partner status. As I came in, my desk
was directly ahead. Behind my desk and all along the wall were floor to
ceiling smoked glass windows. To the left was a book case, and to my right
was a black leather couch with a coffee table.

The view, as good as it was, only made me wonder where in the city Billy
was. Baby, I had it bad. My boyfriend couldn't hold a candle to that man.

Tell me again, why was I seeing Antoine?

The reason I was daydreaming instead of working, was because the work I was
supposed to be doing was on my computer -- which was, at this moment,
totally frozen. DOA, not A-OK. I could have used my laptop to do the work,
but I would much rather daydream about Billy.

Today, my outfit was much more conservative, this being for work -- a black
skirt, white blouse, black jacket and black stockings and garters with
black patent-leather pumps, my hair pinned up. Only I knew that I was
wearing a bra, but no panties. I had slipped off my panties on the way to
work, put them in my purse, thought about Billy at every red light and felt
my pussy glow like a neon sign.

I looked at my watch. I gathered up my purse and left my office. I passed
my secretary's desk, saying, "Sweetie, I'm going to have lunch downstairs.
If anybody calls for me, take a message."

"Yes, Maxine."

I took the sky-way across to the lunch room. I checked my makeup before I
went in. My lipstick was still red, but a proper matte color, and my
eyeshadow was a nice grey blended with lavender. I click-clicked my way
down the hall and finally into the cafeteria.

I got a tray and went down the line, having the spaghetti today. I took a
seat with some of the other female managers and we started girl-bonding. It
was about half-way through my lunch that I noticed the CEO of our firm, Leo
Baker, was making his rounds, introducing some guy. Leo was, of course,
wearing a three-piece gray suit, but the other guy was only wearing khakis,
a white shirt, black shoes, and a navy blazer. He carried a cell-phone
clipped to his pocket.

Leo came over to our table. "Ladies," he smiled. "Sorry to interrupt your
lunch, but I want to introduce, Billy Francis. He's the representative for
a new client."

Billy shook each ladies' hand in turn. When he came to me, I smiled at him
like the was the best thing to happen since sliced bread. "And this is
Maxine James, one of our partners."

Billy extended his hand to me and I took it. "Hello, baby," I said warmly.
"Welcome to the company." Through the corner of my eye, I saw the women
mouth 'baby' to each other.

"Thank you," Billy said. He reached into his wallet and gave cards to
everyone, including me. "If anyone has any questions, that's my office
extension and cell phone number."

"I have a question," I said. "When do we get free passes?"

All the other ladies echoed my question.

Billy chuckled. "Not to worry, ladies," he said, calming us down. "My boss
gave me free day passes for everyone."

"That's very generous of you," I observed.

"Thanks," Billy grinned. "But I have to go to the car first and get them."

My already wet pussy started to dribble. "Aren't you going to join us for
lunch?" I asked, mainly to stall.

Billy smiled slightly. "I've already had lunch, thank you," he said. "I was
just about to have some dessert."

Oh, lord. I had to consciously keep myself from spreading my legs instead
of crossing them. Slowly and studiously, I crossed my legs tightly.

Oh, if he wanted dessert, he was more than welcome to some of the chocolate
cream pie between my legs.

*******

I was back in my office, chastising myself for making such a public fool of
myself, when the intercom buzzed. "Yes, Tina?" My blazer was draped across
the back of my chair so I could be more comfortable.

"The guy from the day spa is here to see you about your day pass."

"Great," I replied. "I'll be right there." I got up, went to my door, and
opened it...

...And met Billy's eyes as he stood there.

I collected myself with a deep breath. "Billy. Please come in." He followed
me into my office, and I closed the big wooden door behind him.

"I got your day pass," he said before I closed the door.

"Great," I smiled. "Now I can get my nails fixed."

Billy smiled back. "Your nails, hair, anything you want," he assured me.
"We're a full-service day-spa."

"What other stuff you guys have there?" I asked.

Billy handed me a brochure. "All kinds of amenities. Aerobics, Tai Chi,
yoga. Swedish massage. Even got a swimming pool in back."

"I used to be an aerobics instructor," I said.

"Really?" Billy said, leaning on my desk. "What made you turn to this?"

"Family pressures," I evaded him. "Boyfriend pressures. You know."

Billy nodded. "I know about that. A day at our spa will make all that
pressure totally go away."

"Great!" I smiled back. My smile turned into a little frown. "My computer,
on the other hand..."

"What's the problem with your computer?" he asked me.

I sat at my desk and gestured to the monitor. "Look, it's completely
frozen."

"How long has it been like that?"

I glanced at my watch. "About an hour."

"Did you try re-booting?"

"Actually, no," I smiled, sheepishly. I picked up the power strip under my
desk and flipped the power switch off. The computer went dark. Then I
turned it back on.

As I sat there and waited, Billy said, "Long way from the Blue Parrot,
aren't we?"

I blushed. "Yes," I said softly. "We are."

"Didn't know you were involved," he said, gesturing to my left hand.

"I'm sorry," I said softly. "I didn't mean--"

"Of course you did," he said quietly.