“You had better be finished in that damn bedroom if you’re sitting on your ass out here drinking one of my beers.”
“Go see for yourself.” I said.
She came back three or four minutes later a different person.
“Dev, thanks, it looks great. I’m sorry I was so bitchy, but you can see how it would make anyone wild. I mean, what were you thinking? That Gary person is crazy, absolutely nuts.”
“No argument from me,” I said, thinking Gary’s not the only one.
“Stay for dinner?”
A little voice inside my head warned me to leave, right now for my own safety, just run.
“Look, let me finish this beer, then run out and replenish your gin supply, grab a shower. What was it Gary drank up?”
“Bombay Sapphire,” she said.
It figured, expensive stuff. I finished my beer, raced home to shower, then returned with a fifth of Bombay Sapphire, a fifth of Jameson and a case of beer.
“Wow, how long you planning to stay?” she joked.
“How long can you stand me?”
“Long enough to teach bad puppies new tricks,” she giggled.
Oh, oh, I thought and then tossed my Saints cap on a kitchen stool and poured myself a Jameson.
I would like to brag and say we had sex before and after dinner, but we never ate, at least that I can recall. Kiki insisted on being ‘hostess with the mostess’ as she referred to herself and kept my drink glass full and the sex nonstop.
I groaned awake sometime just before noon the following day. I was tied to her bed, unable to move. She was leaning against the door frame, sipping coffee. Her hair was pulled back tightly. She was wearing a black garter belt and sporting a matching black eye.
“Oh God,” I groaned and then blinked a couple of times as I attempted to focus and think.
“How’s the head, bad doggie?”
“God, its pounding, feels like it’s going to explode. What the hell is this?” I asked pulling against the restraints, they looked like nylons.
“I don’t know, when you want to get kinky I guess you go all out. You made me do it.”
“Made you?”
She brushed her cheek, tenderly.
“What happened? I, I didn’t do that. Did I?”
She nodded, casually sipped more coffee.
“Said it was just the beginning then really worked me over. I’ve never been treated like that before.”
“Look Kiki, I, I’m not sure what to say, how much did we drink last night?”
“You drank quite a bit, got really rough, you had me frightened, well and excited.”
“That just doesn’t sound like me, I don’t know what… Look, if it’s not too much trouble, could you untie me?”
“You’re not going to do anything crazy are you?” She said it dead pan, almost like a memorized joke, but I wasn’t laughing. She climbed onto the bed, straddled me for a long moment looking down before she began to untie me, I looked away.
“Oh, so now you’ve had your fill, I get it.”
“Kiki, I hit you? Are you sure? I just have never, ever done anything like that. Are you sure?”
“Oh yeah, it was really scary,” she said as she untied my arm, but she didn’t look scared. She didn’t even seem concerned, she almost gave the impression of just going through the motions.
She climbed off me, ran her nails down my chest and stomach, raising welts on my skin. Then she groped me for a long moment, before she ran her nails hard, along the length of my thighs.
“Ouch, hey don’t,” I cried out.
Okay, suit yourself, tough guy,” she said, before reluctantly rolling off the bed.
I sat up, untied the black hosiery from my ankles.
“God my head is killing me, it’s really pounding.”
“Look bad puppy dog, how about a long shower, I’ll get breakfast going for us, take thirty minutes in the shower, you’ll feel a thousand percent better.”
“Kiki, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what to say. Maybe I should just go and let you get…”
“No, no, don’t do that. I want to cook you breakfast, serve you, go on, promise me you’ll stay in there for a half hour, you’ll feel lots better.”
“But your eye, I mean, God I just can’t believe I…”
“Not another word or I’ll tie you up again and keep you for the rest of the day. Come on,” she said slapping me across the butt, “get going, I’m making breakfast.” She strutted out into the hall, gave a quick seductive smile over her shoulder then headed for the kitchen.
Chapter Twenty-Three
I’d been in the shower for some time. Not the half hour Kiki suggested, but at least twenty minutes. The air in the room was steamy, moisture running down the mirror. I felt a little better, but still had a long way to go. I was confused, still a little dizzy and mortified about her black eye. I had never done anything like that in my life. It just didn’t make sense. But, then, neither did the complete black out or making her tie me up. Something just didn’t seem right.
I was trying to remember something, anything from the night before and failing miserably when there was a knock on the bathroom door. God, the poor thing was probably bringing me coffee.
“Momentito, my precious,” I called, trying to be funny.
I turned off the shower, grabbed a towel and wiped my face, then went to open the door thinking I may have really misjudged her. Amazing how sometimes you can get off on the wrong foot.
“Hey gorgeous, you’ve got…”
The jolt from the officer’s Taser gun knocked me to the floor. Writhing around on a wet, ceramic tile floor in electronic shock as thousands of volts jolted through my body did nothing to help matters.
When I stopped sizzling three of them were on me, one stomped my right hand, I was pretty sure he broke a couple of fingers, but that was the least of my problems. Someone was sitting on my head, not Kiki, while another pulled both arms up behind my back and pinched on a pair of handcuffs. There was a lot of yelling from the hallway and the bedroom. Somewhere a woman was screaming. I was attempting to breathe after being tasered, hyperventilating.
“Bring that bastard out here,” someone yelled.
I was pushed and pulled out the bathroom door. Someone bounced my head off the door frame. A knee narrowly missed its target and slammed into my hip. I found myself handcuffed, standing naked in Kiki’s hallway, surrounded by a mob of blue uniforms, all wearing badges.
“You sick son-of-a-bitch.”
“What, what the hell?” I stammered.
“Too bad you ran out of time, not to worry, you’re gonna have a good long time to think about it. Read him his right’s.”
“What the hell is going on here, where’s Kiki? Kiki, are you okay?” I called.
“Don’t let that animal near me,” a female voice I didn’t recognize howled from the bedroom.
Kiki suddenly appeared, at least I thought it was her, she looked completely different. The woman I saw twenty-five minutes before wearing a black garter belt and a hop-on-me smile, now stood wrapped in a terrycloth robe cowering behind two police officers.
Bright red lipstick was smeared across her lips and chin in a hideous clown-like grin. Tear stained mascara underlined her eyes and ran down her cheeks. Her hair was messed and bedraggled and it looked like the word “slut” was written with some sort of marker across her breasts. And then there was the black eye.
“Don’t let him near me, don’t let him near me, please, please,” she stepped behind a large patrolman.
He looked at me with very cold eyes and moved a hand toward his weapon.
“Read him his rights, get his pants on and get him out of my sight,” this from a thin bald guy in an ill fitting brown suit.
“What the hell is going on?”
“You have the right to remain silent…”
“All right, this is a crime scene, people. I want everyone out accept the site team. And don’t touch anything! Misses Barkwell, if you would let us take you to the hospital, Officer Christine Jenkins here will be with you at all times.”