Chapter 14
Jim Fowler was busy at his desk when the door to his private office flew open. A very nervous young thing preceded Christine in.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Fowler, but I told her that you were too busy to see anyone," she blurted out on the verge of tears.
He assured her it was all right and she left the office.
Jim rose and smiled at Christine. He looked quizzically at her, there was something different but he couldn't put his finger on it.
"Aren't you gong to offer me a chair?" she asked.
"By all means," he offered as he pointed to a leather arm chair beside the desk.
She crossed her legs as she sat, deliberately exposing her scantily covered crotch.
"How have you been?" he asked as he sat down and lit a cigarette. The glimpse of her soft "V" distracted him, it forced his mind to wander back to that one wonderful night they had spent together.
"Wonderful," she smiled in answer to his question. "
"Are you visiting in Chicago?"
"No." She answered coolly.
Her aloofness intrigued Jim. She wasn't the same girl he first talked to in that hotel room in San Francisco. He was anxious to know why she was in Chicago.
"Am I supposed to guess?" he asked.
"No. I left New York without having fulfilled my contract with you. I'm here to meet my obligation."
He was shocked. "You mean you're willing to go back into the chorus?"
"I didn't say that. I want my five minute spot back-just for tonight." It wasn't a request, it was a demand-said as a prelude to a following and more important sentence.
"I can't do that," he protested.
"Yes, you can-because you know and always knew that hidden inside of me was a star of the first magnitude. You'll give me the five minutes-then we'll tear up the contract and draw up a new one."
"What about a rehearsal?"
"No. You still have the musical arrangements-give them to the orchestra-I'll do the rest." She rose, so did he.
"Now, if you'll excuse me Jim-I have things to do."
As she opened the door, Jim stopped her.
"Chris-Is Dan with you?"
"I'm alone-and that's the way it's going to be from now on. You once told me to be a selfish cunt. Well-the biggest one you ever laid eyes on is going to stop your show tonight."
Jim sank limply in his chair as Christine floated out of the office.
Christine found out where Patty was staying from the nervous office girl.
Patty's eyes bugged open when she saw Christine standing in her doorway.
"Hi, roommate-aren't you going to ask me in?"
Patty threw her arms around Christine and pulled her into the room. Tears welled up in her eyes as she kissed Christine on the cheek. "Oh, Chris-I'm so happy to see you! I've been sick wondering where you were-how you were."
Christine returned the embrace and the kisses. She held Patty's trembling body next to her and soothed her. "Relax baby-I'm going to be around for a long time."
They walked to the couch and sat.
"You're not coming back in the chorus-I won't let you," Patty said with finality.
"No, honey-my chorus days are over. Tonight I'm doing my old five-minute spot-tomorrow I'll be the star of the show. I've already seen Jim."
Patty's face was wreathed in smiles.
"Still want me as a roommate?" Christine asked.
"Do I?" She reached out for Christine.
"But one thing must be understood. I may not be here too often-no questions-no answers. I have a lot of living to catch up on."
"Oh, yes-anything. Just so I know you're near and well."
"Good-now, come here-I've got something for you."
Patty scooted over. Christine took her in her arms and pressed her mouth to Patty's eager lips. Her hand cupped over Patty's firm, aching breast.
"Oh, Chris, I've missed you so. I've ached for you so."
"I know baby-I've missed you, too. Come to bed and I'll ease the ache."
Patty had little on to take off. She was nude in a flash and lay on the bed, waiting eagerly, hungrily for her love. Christine stripped, got on the bed and lay between Patty's spread legs. She crushed her body against her willing partner as she put her hot mouth over Patty's. Her hands cupped the firm, large titties.
Patty pushed and twisted her black-haired pussy into Christine's golden bush, as Christine sucked her way to the angel tit, with its taut, pink nipple. They worked cunt against cunt, they're rapture rising rapidly to a crescendo.
"Oh, darling, I love you-I love you," Patty groaned as she grabbed Christine's ass and pulled her tight against her aching cunt.
"Don't love me-just take the pleasure we give each other," she warned Patty, slipping down to the black, luxuriant bush, nuzzling her face in the warmth.
"Oh, God," Patty moaned as Christine's hot breath sent shivers up her spine.
She moved her ass up. Christine sunk her mouth into the wet, musk of the eager cunt.
"Suck it lover-suck it! Make me come! It's been so long!" Patty groaned ecstatically as Christine's tongue and lips grabbed the sensitive nub. Patty convulsed and spewed forth her love, letting the unbearable tortures of her love-starved body out in a staccato whine-Yes-yes-yes-yes-I'm coming-coming-my wonderful pussy-sucking lover-I'm coming-OooHHH!"
They continued making love to each other the rest of the afternoon. It was wonderful, tender love. They had orgasms together and separately-giving unselfishly to each other-taking selfishly from each other.
The time passed too fast. They had to leave their bed of love for the unromantic atmosphere of the Chicago Sports Arena.
Once more, Christine stood in the wings watching Jix and Jax go through their inimitable antics. She didn't look to see if Jim was there-she knew he was-she knew he and Pete were waiting in their front row seats. Tonight, she was going to show him what it was all about-he would tell his grandchildren about the night he saw the greatest figure skater of them all.
Jix and Jax slid to their pratfall ending and received their usual ovation.
The lights went out, the magenta spot picked Christine up as the orchestra swept into the intro. On her musical cue she sped onto the ice-the second spot picked her up as she zoomed twice around the rink. She picked up momentum and lifted up into a leaping half spin, landing on one skate going backwards.
She twisted into a blurring spin and came out in a flying axel. Again, she threw away the book. She was enjoying herself. Attempting things she had done never before-and they came off to perfection.
She was a perpetual motion of fluid beauty. Her lithe body catapulted, spun, split to an ever increasing tempo. She was lost to the world-she was skating with surging power and exquisite grace. As the drums began the final roll, she drove into a spin of unimaginable speed. The drum roll crashed to a climax and she stopped simultaneously. She was now motionless, her arms extended above her head.
There was complete silence. Not a person stirred-not a person breathed. Then as one they rose and the applause thundered. They wouldn't let her off the ice. Twice the orchestra started the introduction for the jungle number, and twice they had to stop so she could come out for more bows. They finally allowed the show to continue.
In the dressing room, Patty waited, her eyes brimming with tears. She threw her arms around Christine's neck.
"Oh, Chris-Chris-I was never so proud of anyone in my whole life." She began to cry unashamedly.
Those who were still in the dressing room surged around her, praising the magnificence of her performance. She accepted the kudos graciously.
Jim stepped into the knot of admirers.
They looked at each other.
'At least I saw it first-even before you," he boasted, as he took her contract from his pocket and tore it up. "Have dinner with me tonight and we'll discuss your new contract."
"Why waste time with dinner-why don't we go straight to your suite?"
He was definitely agreeable.
They entered his suite and he removed her coat. He poured her a drink of brandy as she sat on the arm of the divan.
"I'll be right back-I want change into something more comfortable-it's still a switch, isn't it?"
He went into the bedroom and took his clothes off. As he was stepping into his pajama bottoms, Christine entered the room, wearing nothing but a provocative smile.
"Don't bother," she said and he threw the bottoms to the side.
She slithered up to him and felt his rapidly swelling cock.
"My skating isn't all that's come to life-but take advantage of it-it may be the last chance you'll get."
The lights went out and they disappeared into the blackness. Only agonized groans and moans split the stillness as Christine fucked him and fucked him and fucked him and fucked him-on and on into the night.
When he was finally seen the next day-everyone would swear he had lost fifteen pounds, but he was a man who was content.