Interlude (33 page)

Cal failed to suppress a smile at her
complimentary warning. With a wink he said, “Don't worry babe. I'll
be on my best behavior.” Karen looked into his deep blue eyes and
groaned inwardly. He's doing it already!

As he sat there oozing male sexuality like it
was a chemical accident, Karen rolled her eyes and motioned up and
down with her hand. “This is exactly what I'm talking about.” She
said. She took one last deep breath and stepped out of the car. Cal
came around to her side and offered his arm. She smiled demurely
and took it, realizing that she was holding onto him a little
tighter than usual as they made their way to the large
entryway.

Even standing outside the house, they could
hear the sounds of a rather boisterous get together as he rang the
doorbell and waited. After a few seconds, a small woman with a maid
uniform opened the door. Cal asked her in Spanish where Aamina
could be found. The woman pondered his words and responded back in
her own rapid-fire prattle of rolled syllables.

He leaned over to Karen and said, “I guess
she's in her study?”

Karen led him into the large house. She had
been here a few times before. Aamina was always changing houses
every couple of years, so it was hard to keep her address up to
date.

As Cal looked around the swank house, he had
to admire the woman's taste. The two-story house had a light, open
floor plan that showcased the amazing hilltop view from large sets
of windows on each wall. The blend of modern and old European
architecture as just understated enough to be beautiful and
imposing. There were large Palm trees outside that were blended
into the layout of the house, giving it a feeling of even
transition as it opened up the large pool out in back. Most of
Aamina's guests seemed to have congealed in the large room opening
to the pool. The group of about thirty or so men and women were
alternately dressed in everything from skimpy swimsuits, all the
way to formal dresses and black ties. Cal could feel eyes on Karen
and him as they maneuvered around the group to head upstairs. As he
stole a glace back, he saw at least three girls looking at him like
he was a bowl of chocolate ice cream. The weird tension from the
anonymous group charged Cal up in a way that he was having a hard
time understanding.

“Do you know where you're going?” He asked
her. His mind traveled to other places as he watched her hips sway
back and forth up the stairs. Every step she took pushed her calves
out in high relief. Her tight little ass moved just in front of his
face as she took one precarious stair after another. His worries
and fears melted away under her influence. He only knew that he
wanted her then and now! He was still lost in her reality
distortion field as they came to a dark, wooden door.

Karen turned to him before she knocked. “Just
follow my lead and don't be too, um, enticing.” She said.

Cal gave her his famous, boyish smile and
shrugged quietly in the dark hallway. He had no clue that he was
making her heart melt right now!

“Ugh, never mind!” She hissed at him.

The door suddenly swung open, startling both
he and Karen as they conversed quietly. The young woman standing
before them had to be Aamina. She was wearing a maroon sarong that
wrapped around her hips, and jingled with the sound of little brass
beads that ran along the asymmetrical hem. She was wearing a
matching swimsuit top, and a large necklace that plunged into her
voluminous cleavage. Cal couldn't help but follow her body from her
bare feet all the way up to her pouty lips and round face. She had
light brown eyes that shone with a sort of glimmer that was hard to
read. He was most taken aback by her eye makeup. He eyelids were
highlighted in a shimmery light blue color that swept back towards
her temples in a teardrop shape. She looked more like an Egyptian
goddess than a dangerous weapons seller. Standing slightly shorter
than Karen she looked up to the both of them and said, “Karen,
darling!”

Karen looked over Aamina's shoulder at Cal as
she was pulled into a long hug. Cal gave her a quick smile before
she moved over to him and pulled him into a hug of his own. Karen's
eyes narrowed ever so slightly as Aamina held the embrace just long
enough to smell his cologne on his neck.

“Karen, it's not nice to bring treats if you
don’t have enough to share.” She teased. Cal's eyes widened at how
bold this woman was!

“Oh very funny Aamina,” Karen said
lightheartedly, adding, “Don't you have some little piece of man
candy you could be snacking on?” Her subtle mix of cattiness and
friendly sarcasm was hard for Cal to read. He hoped she knew what
she was doing.

“Nope, modeling shoot in Barcelona. He'll be
back next week.” She said in a fake, mopey voice. She straightened
her sarong, the fabric parting to show her bikini bottom as she
looked up at Cal with a quick smile.

Trying to break the odd, boisterous tension,
Cal stuck out his right hand and said, “It's good to meet you
Aamina. My name is Calvin Johnson, but everyone calls me Cal.”
Aamina took his proffered hand, and returned his warm smile with
something much more assessing and predatory. Her hand rested in his
in such a way that showed he was supposed to kiss it. He held her
petite hand to his lips and kissed it quickly. As her hand
retracted back to her hip, she looked him slowly up and down. Cal
could feel her eyes on him, even in him, as her blazing golden
irises seemed to push unwelcome into his very soul.

Moving to break the odd tension, again, Karen
put her hand on Aamina's shoulder and said, “I hate to mix business
with pleasure, but didn't we have some transacting to attend
to?”

Aamina forced her little mouth into a playful
frown as she led them both into her “study”. The room looked like
something out of Arabian Nights. Cal listened to both of the girls
distantly as he took in the decor of the large room. Cream-colored
linen paneling draped from the ceiling. It seemed to move like
waves as the evening breeze stirred them from the open windows. The
room had more of a tent feeling than anything else. Light from
small, recessed lamps cast animated shadows overt the white walls.
Small vases and other assorted pieces of art stood on random
pedestals around the perimeter of the room. Cal made every effort
to nod politely to the other guests that had deposited themselves
in the room. They were a grouping of other women, some in evening
dresses and some in two-piece bathing suits. There were also a
couple or two grouped together in various states of embrace.

Cal's attention turned back to the two women.
Before he knew it, the little weapons baroness had suckered them
into having drinks with her amongst the other guests in her odd
study. As she ordered drinks brought to them, Karen and Aamina
caught up and discussed local politics and gun stuff. Aamina made
no effort to conceal her occasional stray glances at Cal. If he
caught her looking at him, she would only look in his eyes and
blink slowly. Karen would occasionally clear her throat to try and
get the woman's attention when she caught on to what was happening.
Aamina passed around a tray with cut strawberries and other
assorted fruits. As Cal took a strawberry, she watched intently as
he bit into it.

Everything the woman did oozed sexuality. She
would tuck her legs up underneath herself every so often, causing
the little brass beads to jingle in the muted silence of the odd
room. All of her sentences, no matter the subject, seemed to be
punctuated by little sighs and purring giggles. Karen had started
acting weird as well. Her two martinis only served to make her
bolder in her claims to Cal. Instead of acting like her normal and
reserved self, she had taken to rubbing Cal's leg or curling up
next to him on the couch as Aamina would break to attend to her
guests. He had been with Karen long enough to know what her actions
meant! He couldn’t help it either. The setting, this weird room and
their charged up hostess only made things worse for him as he
struggled to reposition his growing manhood. This was going to be
torture if it lasted much longer.

Karen's phone beeped twice. He knew that it
was Soren notification tone, and that she would probably have to
take the call confidentially. Karen looked to him, the whites of
her eyes visible as she struggled with the thought of leaving Cal
alone with this mantrap. She shrugged apologetically and mouthed,
“I'm sorry”, as she got up to go out on the balcony. Just as his
luck would dictate, right as Karen left Aamina came back and sat
right next to Cal on the couch.

She wiggled her little tush around on the
spot Karen vacated and cooed happily, “Ooh, your girl's a warm
one!”

Cal's cheeks reddened at her odd comment. He
knew he would have to say something to her, but he couldn't be too
“enticing”.

“You have a very lovely house. What you've
done in here is wonderful.” He said, turning to face her on the
couch.
Crap!

The little woman scooted closer to Cal, now he could
feel her leg pressed against his as she offered to refill his wine
glass. She reached behind her to set the bottle down as she gave
him a wry little smile. Her chest was only an inch from his nose as
she struggled to reach the table behind the couch. It only took her
necklace bouncing off his face to finally make him grab the bottle
out of her hands and set it down himself.

She plopped back down next to him and said,
“Thanks hon. Also, I didn't decorate the room. It was like this
when I bought the house. It is my all-time favorite though.” As she
pulled her legs underneath herself, she grazed Cal's thigh with her
foot. His attempt to inch away from her was just noticeable enough
for her to giggle and move closer to him.

“Where are you going? I don't bite. Unless
you want me too,” She purred at him as she took a drink from her
glass. Her cheeks were flushed and her toes were curling
involuntarily as she spoke with him. He knew where she was going,
and he needed an out. Fast!

Cal knew that he had failed miserably at
trying not to entice Aamina. He tried! Karen looked at him through
the window, her phone to her ear as she watched them both like a
hawk.

Cal breathed a sigh of relief as Aamina got
up once again to tend to her guests. He nearly bolted outside to
Karen, desperate for fresh air and to get away from his entrenched
position on that couch. She gave him a warm smile. He knew that she
understood the weird circumstances related to what she was
seeing.

She held her hand over the phone and said,
“It's okay, just don't let her get too feel-y.” Cal smiled and
touched her waist. He was still trying to make his rock hard
erection go away, but being out here with Karen wasn't helping. She
looked so nice in the up lighting from the pool below. The blue
light setting her eyes ablaze, and making her dress look almost
electric in the dark night. Cal mindlessly trailed his hand down
her body as she talked on the phone. Her startled response to his
touch only made him more excited as his hand trailed lower and
lower still.

Karen was trying to focus on her conversation
with Soren. He was trying to arrange a flight out for him and
Ethan. As she tried to persuade them to stay put, Soren mentioned
the fact that they could help bring back whatever they bought at
the convention. She was still struggling with her aroused state.
Worse yet, she was also trying to keep an eye on Cal as Aamina
closed in on him like a lioness stalking an Ibis. She breathed a
sigh of relief as Cal got up to be by her side. She wished he could
control his Cal-ness. He had been exuding male essence to the point
that it was like catnip to women around him. Girls passing on the
street, the girls in the tour earlier that day, hell even
waitresses that didn't even speak the same language as them were
all drawn in like moths to a flame.

“Cal...,” She protested quietly as he ran his
hands slowly along her body. She could feel him as he took a
position behind her. He continued his slow caress, completely
distracting her from Soren's pleas and arguments.

“You know what? Fine! Just come out here!
I'll see you in a few days!” She finally hissed into her phone. Cal
could hear Soren and Ethan cheering like vindicated teens as she
switched her phone off.

“Are you happy? Now we'll have to deal with
Soren and Ethan the rest of the trip!” She said up to him. He moved
to kiss her, but she wasn't in the mood to deal with his sultry
ways anymore. While she tried to resist, he insistently grabbed her
chin and pulled her into a long kiss that left her little undies
wet and her body quivering with refueled need. When he relented and
pulled away, she grabbed the back of his neck and brought him back
to her. As she turned her head sideways, she could see Aamina
watching them through the glass door. She gave her a quick, teasing
smile over Cal's shoulder as she shoved her tongue into his mouth.
Her hand drifted down his body, pausing to cup his firm ass as she
felt Aamina's gaze on them both. All of a sudden she just didn't
care anymore. She wanted to lay claim to her man, and the sadistic
side of her wanted to flaunt her new toy in front of this bitchy
little rich girl who had tormented her so much growing up.

Cal pulled away from her aggressive kiss.
“Whoa babe, take it easy-” he tried to say.

“Shut up and kiss me,” was Karen's only
response as she grabbed the hair on the back of his head and pulled
him back in. His hands struggled for purchase on her writhing body
as she twisted her head and trailed kisses down his neck and to his
earlobe. She loved how he bucked and grunted a she bit him ever so
slightly on the side of his neck, her dark lipstick rubbing off on
his shirt collar. Her leg began moving up in between his. Her
arousal was leaving her wet and bothered and she needed him, wanted
him, in ways she still tried to understand as the glass door to the
balcony clicked open quietly. She knew who it was. She could hear
the soft padding of Aamina's feet as she moved toward her and Cal.
Karen ceased her audible kissing and looked at their hostess with a
wry smile and fake embarrassment.