Chrissel's Fire - Don't Waste My Fruit (7 page)

“Well let us consider this a business arrangement, you get the other 50% payment after your performance on the weekend,”  Jillean interjected as she wrote a cheque for USD 2000.00 payable to Chrissel Parks.

“
So where do we rehearse?” Chrissel enquired as the offer she had gotten was too good to be real and even too good to be turned down notwithstanding how risky things could turn out to be as she really began missing Thames.

“Chrissel, we’ll meet at 6:00 pm at my company’s boardroom; I hope those scratches on your right hand and legs disappear by this weekend,”  Jilean remarked as she abruptly excused herself from Chrissel’s office, leaving her in a state of astonishment as she looked at the bruises and scratches that happened when she tried to escape from Sally Joe while intruding on the Snowy’s residence.

Chapter Seventeen

“
Honey, you are home quite early, this is so unusual and hmmmn you are looking unusually great.”  Thames remarked as he noticed his wife sitting topless flaunting her firm protrusions on their marble top kitchen counter; she sat fitting herself perfectly between two glasses of red wine. She kept focusing on the
pouted mouth
of the blue jeans pants he was wearing.

“Are you gonna make me ooze or not?” she questioned while uncrossing her legs to the slow paced saxophone solo track that was playing in the background.

“Oh my Jilean, you are so beautiful,” he responded as she stood before him wearing only a piece of black garment which did a very poor job of concealing her fruit of passion.

“
I've got to hurt this low down dirty cheater that is standing before me, I only have one problem – he happens to be looking so hot –especially since he has been tampered with.”
Jilean said to herself as she noticed the way his cute pair of lips trembled when she moved towards him. 

“
Gosh! His lips are so hot – I could use those,”
she continued while she fiddled the contours of his abs whose pulsating movements were as a result of his heavy breathing.

“
Oh not so fast!” Jillean reacted as she prevented Thames from touching her body.   “ We are going to play my way!” she continued  while tasting the red wine that she allowed to spill on his chest.

“Oh Jill, you are getting wicked.”

“Thames you ain’t see nothing yet,” she replied as she covered his face with her firm topless protrusions which were flavored with the red wine.    She forced him to the chair in the hallway from the kitchen and started a set of sequential twists and turns on his thighs, dancing to the slow pace of the saxophone solo track that continued to play in the background. The slow sax tempo became irrelevant as her body and soul started responding to the fever of his rhythmic creativity.

“So who is better, your wife or her?” she asked.

“Honey, you are the best a husband can have!”

“
I really need to hurt this low down cheater who happens to be my husband, but can I tell you? - I really enjoyed him,”
Jilean thought to herself after waking up and seeing Thames beside her on the floor still asleep.

“
I am really hurting and I really feel betrayed by my husband.  How could he do this to me?  Anyways, the show must go on.”
She murmured to herself while grabbing the camera to take pictures at the rehearsal as she headed off leaving Thames still unawakened on the floor. 

“
You are not going to betray me and get away with it, I swear am gonna  hurt you but I really need some more of you first - mr big guy.”

Chapter Eighteen

Thames woke up and found himself on the floor.

“
What happened?  Jilean where..?”  
Every thing started coming back to him; he smiled to himself as he started gaining an unblemished recollection of what had happened an hour ago.

“
I can’t believe this; my wife was so hot, what has really gotten into her, what more could a husband want?”
he asked as his cell phone rang.

“Hi Pleasant-tasting.”   It was Chrissel on the other end of the line.

“
What more can a husband handle?”
Thames asked himself as he immediately fell in hypnotism upon hearing the charming voice of his ladylove.

 
Chrissel just had the correct antidote to induce paramount tension and desire as his blue jeans suddenly became too tight for his body.

“I know you are home alone Mr.enjoyable.”

“Darn, Chrissel how do you know that?”

“Well your wife is on her way to have a little meeting -
with me
,” she chuckled.

“What kind of meeting?” Thames snarled.

“Well she hired me to flaunt my stuff (
you know the stuff I flaunt for you)
in one of her newest clothing line.  I think I might be a little late for the appointment with your wife as I have an overdue appointment with her husband.”

“Chrissel, don’t do this!”

“Thames sweetheart, I’ll let you in on a little secret – I ‘m outside; please control your little pup, I don’t think she is too fond of me,” she informed as she hung up.

Thames headed outside as he heard the angry growling of Sally Joe and much to his surprise Chrissel was really there.

“
Hi handsome.”

“Chrissel what the heck are you doing here?”

“Are you coming to get me or what?”

“Chrissel we shouldn’t be doing this anymore.”

“Thames, I know you want this; my fruits are ripened, are you going to make them go to waste?”

“Wow Chrissel you just look irresistible in red, how does one tell you no?

“Thames, I’ll let you in on another little secret – I am wearing all red.”

“Ok then, red riding hood.”

“And what big teeth do you have?”

“Big enough to..” Thames jested as he aggressively freed her of her red jacket unveiling her pair of caramel puffy pastry adorned in fiery red satin.  “
She was so right- she is all scorching red,”
he said to himself.

“Oh not so fast you Big Bad Wolf!” she stopped him after placing her on his shiny dark colored brown Mullϊier FRiech and Sons Concert Grand piano which stood as an ornament in the glassy cabin hallway of the Snowy’s residence.

“What’s wrong?” Thames Snowy enquired as he watched her slowly moving her red velvet heels on the higher octaves of the instrument that was overloaded with black and white keys hammering raindrops-like sounding notes. 

“In all decency, I have to make a phone call.” Chrissel responded.

“To whom?”

“Hi Mrs. Snowy, this is Chrissel, I am running a bit late for our meeting this evening as I have a burning issue
at home
that I really have to take care of.”

“Really sorry to hear Chrissel, I hope everything works out just fine.” Jillean Snowy replied at the other end of the line.

“I will be there in an hour Mrs. Snowy as I am getting the help of a pro to deal with my issues.”

Thames Snowy looked at Chrissel Parks in astonishment and awe as he sat there on his piano stool totally dumbstruck.

Notwithstanding his shock he really found her a bit too irresistible while resting her curvy hips on top of his Concert Grand piano as she rid her left foot of the red suede heel revealing her all glittery red nails which she placed on his shoulders while the right foot (still cladded in red suede boot) was placed on his left thigh.   The well groomed beard that rested on his chin was so course that it started causing her ultra-thin red mesh stocking to reel and peel apart as it glided from her toes straight past her thighs.  Someone was becoming real crazy as this was so evident from the aggressive and disorderly strums that came from the weighted black and white keys of Thames Snowy’s Mullϊier FRiech and Sons Concert Grand.

“
This guy just knows exactly how to…. Where has he been all my life?”
Chrissel slurred to herself as shivering body was more than enough warning sign of an impending volcanic over flow, thanks to the ever so gifted and well fitted Thames Snowy.

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Meanwile…..

“
Well, if this Chrissel girl is going to be late for our appointment then I think I may have some extra time to fix a burning issue at home too.  I am going to give my naughty little husband round two.   I really enjoyed him this morning; he has me thinking only about him since I left him home.  By the way why am I feeling so much affection for my dirty low down cheating husband?  Well I can only assume, I really don’t have much proof apart from the scars I recently found on his body.”

Jilean Snowy headed into her shiny dark blue SUV as she hurried home.

Chapter Nineteen

“Come on Thames are you going to let me leave like that without the kiss of life?”  Chrissel requested while moving from room to room as she picked up her pieces of red garments which were scattered all over.   Thames knew he definitely had a lot of cleaning up and repairs to do as the ram sacked rooms, broken vase and the broken keys on the dark colored Mull
ϊier FRiech and Sons Concert Grand piano all told a tale of the passionate massacre that transpired at the Snowy’s residence a few minuites ago.

“Chrissel you need to go now – right now!” Thames exclaimed.