A Slow Descent Pt. 03

"I had to continue my schooling while in detention and I was lucky that they had a really great music teacher. He gave me a basic grounding then just let me express myself. I was drawn to rap because of the word play. It reminded me of Shakespeare, the way they played with words and their meaning."

"What?"

"No seriously, I wrote an essay in my final English exam for school that argued that if Shakespeare was alive today he wouldn't write plays, he'd be a rapper. He was anti-establishment. He used humor to point out the hypocrisy and decay of the ruling classes. Rap and hip hop would be the perfect vehicle for him today."

"I'll take your word for it. So how did you become 10K? Famous rapper, DJ, and producer."

"10K was my room number in detention. I used it as a name in a couple of talent shows. After I got out, the name stuck. I was doing a guest DJ spot at a nightclub on Wednesday nights. I'd slip in a bit of my rapping with the mix. It was just dumb luck. A producer was in town to see another performer at the stadium. He left early and happened to come to the club on a Wednesday night. The rest is history."

I was quiet. I didn't have any more questions. Ezekiel chuckled and I pressed him as to what he had found so amusing.

"10K, it had a double meaning for the guards at the lock up. Every now and then the guards would do a search for contraband and pull apart our rooms and sometimes do a strip search. The guards made me strip when they had a new female officer come on their shift. They would make a crack about ten kilos of cock."

"Were you embarrassed?"

"At first but I got used to it. Besides it did end up having a silver lining, one of the female guards became my lover."

"So, you're a regular Casanova?" My voice betrayed my insecurities.

"That was years ago, I'm different now. I'm looking for something other than meaningless sex."

Ezekiel rolled towards me and wrapped his other arm my body. His last statement hung in the air between us. If this wasn't meaningless sex then what was it? I buried my face in his chest so he didn't notice the tears that had suddenly appeared in my eyes. Why did life have to be so complicated?

Thankfully Ezekiel changed the subject when he inquired if I was hungry. We ordered from the menu in the suite, and then I went to find some clothes to put on, picking up the ones thrown around the entrance. I saw my phone flashing and checked my messages. I'd completely forgotten about meeting the others for a drink. There were a series of texts, becoming more concerned as I moved through the list, asking where I was and if I was alright. I replied apologizing for not contacting them and explaining I wasn't feeling well so I went to bed. A message quickly returned asking if I needed anything and I sent back that I would be fine and I would see them in the morning.

I closed the messages section and when my home screen came up my heart sank. I was staring into the eyes of two adorable children, one laughing and the other making a funny face. It was a picture I'd taken last summer at the beach. My stomach churned and I felt sick. Ezekiel had come out of the bedroom and was walking behind where I sat. He must have seen the phone screen and my shaking hand. He touched me gently on the shoulder but didn't say anything.

After he moved away I composed myself and shut down my phone. Standing I went back to the bedroom intent on getting dressed and out of this place. After a quick shower I was dressed and carrying my bags back to the bedroom door. I paused, steeling myself for a potential confrontation as I tried to escape. Opening the door I was confronted by a table for two in the middle of the room with the lounges. Complete with candles, flowers, three types of wine glasses and seemingly overflowing with cutlery. Ezekiel saw the bags in my hand and smiled sheepishly as he sat in one of the seats...

"Please, stay for dinner. You can go after that. I've ordered the degustation menu, seven courses with matching wines. There is sure to be something you like." As he spoke a waiter pulled out a chair on one side of the table for me.

I was surprised and trapped and confused and... I sat down. It was awkward at first, but as the meal continued it just seemed normal. The waiter hovered filling our glasses, removing used plates and placing new dishes in front of us. We talked and laughed then talked some more.

Two hours later we were sitting on the lounge. The table and the waiter were gone. Ezekiel sat at one end, turned slightly so I could lie back against him my feet propped up on the other end of the lounge. He stoked my hair and lightly massaged my forehead and temples. Just before I fell asleep I made a decision.

Getting to my feet I held out my hand, "come on."

Ezekiel raised his eyebrows so I continued. "Quick, before I change my mind."

He stood up and taking my hand followed me back to the bedroom. We slipped between the sheets and I fell asleep in his arms. I didn't wake until early the next morning but something had woken before me. Pressed in the crease of my buttocks was a very hard cock. From the deep breathing coming from behind me it seemed it had woken up before its owner.

I took a moment to revel in my silken cocoon. A thick black arm encircled my waist and a burly chest supported my back. I blocked out everything else and concentrated on the here and now. Wiggling my butt caused my bedmate to stir and his hand moved up to cup my breast. I shuffled up a little, lifted my leg and was rewarded by his dark meat sliding along my pussy lips. Instantly horny I trapped it between my legs. Sliding backwards and forwards I coated it with the juices now flowing from me.

A groan from behind me signaled Ezekiel's appreciation and caused me to increase the tempo. His hand moved from mauling my breasts down to my clit. When his fingers found my button I was putty in his hands. Bending away from him a little and lifting my leg gave his now slippery cock access to my dripping hole. He needed no more encouragement to work the first couple of inches inside me. Damn it felt good.

"Oh fuck me," I gasped, "fuck me!"

With his finger still on my clit Ezekiel pumped his thick cock in and out of me. As the pressure built inside me I played with my own breasts.

"Yeah baby," he encouraged me, "work that ass."

I tried but a massive orgasm overtook me. Ezekiel rolled me onto my stomach while still planted deep inside me. I opened my legs wide while he lifted his upper body off me. Our bodies only touched where his hips pressed against my ass. I lifted my hips a little to let him know I was ready and he resumed fucking me. Hauling his thick cock back then ramming it back deep inside me. Each time he battered my cervix it forced a grunt from me. It was so animalistic ...it was so hot.

He seemed to last forever. I could feel drops of sweat from his forehead splattering on my back as he worked himself into a frenzy. I waited patiently for my prize until with a growl, he came. I felt the warmth as he poured his essence deep into my womb. After one final thrust he collapsed on my back and lay there, still. His full weight on my body was somehow comforting. I stayed still not wanting to break the spell.

Ezekiel rolled off onto his side and I rolled with him, keeping my back pressed to his chest, desperate to stay close. His arm once again encircled me after he had pulled up the covers. With a smile on my face I closed my eyes and let my mind drift with the euphoria I felt. Ezekiel's cock had deflated but the fat head remain firmly ensconced within my silken walls.

Sometime later I woke with a start. The tourist expo! Ezekiel stirred but remained in bed as I made my way to the bathroom. Checking the time on my phone I saw it was ten thirty.

"Shit," I muttered under my breath and turned on the shower.

My phone also displayed three missed calls and four messages. I'll get to them after, I thought as I climbed in under the hot jets. Ten minutes later I was drying myself while trying to think of an excuse for being so late. In the end I fell back on my "illness".

>Still not feeling great. Will have a shower and be down later.<

I wandered back into the bedroom with a towel around me. Ezekiel was still in bed, propped up on three pillows fiddling with his phone. He looked up and smiled.

"Hmmm, I'm not sure why you got yourself clean because I intend to get you dirty again."

I gave him my best school mistress look as I opened my suitcase. "Some of us have to work."

"Come on, take the day off." He put his phone on the bedside table and then pulled the sheets back to reveal his naked body.

"You're not that irresistible." I informed him before turning around and grabbing some underwear.

I was in the process of putting my panties on when I was seized by two strong arms. I squealed in delight, shocked that he had moved so quickly. He lifted me off the floor and swung me towards the bed. I kicked my legs and continued squealing. In the process of getting me on the bed he removed my towel. I ended up on my back with Ezekiel straddling my chest. I tried to push him off but he grabbed my wrists and leaning forward held them above my head.

"You're not going anywhere today except with me."

"I can't stay in bed all day." I countered.

"I've got a sound check later and if you're good I might take you shopping after."

"When is this... sound check?"

"Two o'clock this afternoon." He replied leaning down closer so he could kiss my neck.

"And what do you propose we do until then?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

He sat back up and looked down. His fat black cock was rapidly inflating as it lay in between my breasts.

"How about I give you a hint." He said shuffling forward so the head of his dick touched my chin.

"What do you take me for?" I asked with mock indignation.

"A woman who knows what she wants." He replied with a wicked smile.

I tipped my head down so I could reach his dick with my tongue. Slowly I ran it around the tip.

"What do you want?" I asked quietly between licks.

He slid back and leant down again. His lips found mine and we kissed.

"You." was his simple response.

At one thirty we dragged ourselves out of bed and into the shower. I had never been fucked so thoroughly, not even on my honeymoon. I threw on a pair of jeans and a t shirt while Ezekiel put on his uniform. Baggy shorts, basketball shoes, oversize t shirt, cap and bling. The transformation was startling even without the dreads, 10K was back. His phone chirped to tell him a car was waiting for him outside the lobby.

Inside the elevator I started getting cold feet. What if I ran into someone I knew? I contemplated letting Ezekiel go himself and going back up to the suite. He must have noticed my nervousness and he placed his arm around my waist. It was comforting. The door slid back and to my relief the lobby was relatively deserted. We were soon out the front doors and a driver opened the back door of a hired car. I scooted inside glad to be out of public view and almost sat on Jeremy's lap. If the record company executive was shocked he hid it well.

"Hi Helena, how are you doing?" He said with a cheerful smile.

I could feel the color rising in my face as I struggled to think of a reply.

"Great." was all I could manage.

Jeremy moved over and I shuffled across so Ezekiel could get in.

"Heh, 10K,"

"Yo, J," it was amazing how he slipped into character. "Helena is in town for a tourist promotion. I ran into her last night and invited her to come and see what we do."

"Great," it was Jeremy's turn to be lost for words.

We travelled downtown and pulled up in front of a nondescript warehouse. The only thing identifying it as a club in the daylight was the unlit sign over the door and the railed off area stretching off to the right of the front doors for patrons to queue to get in. Inside it was no more impressive, the odor of sweat and stale alcohol hung in the air. Two people moved around with vacuum cleaners on the carpeted area while another had a leaf blower sweeping the dance floor.

Ezekiel took my hand and led me out through a side door marked 'Staff Only.' We followed a dingy corridor that ran beside the dance floor then took a sharp left turn. After going up two short flights of stairs we were on the stage at the front. A skinny man was squatting behind a bank of electrical equipment plugging in various leads.

"Yo, Pete," Ezekiel called as we walked towards him.

The man stood up and turned around, "Heh, Z, good to see you."

"Pete, this is Helena. Helena this is Pete, he's my roadie, sound engineer, and very good friend. Been with me since we were holidaying at the governor's pleasure."

We shook hands. My initial impression was wrong; he wasn't skinny. Wiry would be a better description. I guessed around six foot with straggly blonde hair. Angular features and acne scars didn't help his appearance but his smile was warm and genuine and extended to his piercing blue eyes.

"Nice to meet you, Helena." He said shaking my hand. "How did you hook up with this reprobate?"

Once again I was lost for words.

"Easy with the abuse, man," Ezekiel interrupted. "Me and the boys leased a mansion from her to record last month. How is the set up going?"

"As usual it didn't all turn up but I think we can make it work."

"As long as I've got my magic box I don't care." Ezekiel said stepping into the mess of leads and steel cases.

They began sorting through the equipment, chatting amiably while I stood and watched. They were so engrossed in what they were doing I was forgotten. I found a stool just off stage and sat down while I continued to observe the boys and their toys. I didn't know anyone was behind me until a large pair of hands clamped over my eyes and a familiar voice whispered in my ear.

"Guess who?"

"Jamal?" I spluttered as I tried to remain upright on the stool. I must have jumped six inches off the seat such was the shock.

When I turned around Jamal and Isaiah were falling about laughing.

"We really got you good," they continued laughing.

The commotion got Ezekiel and Pete's attention so they came over. After greeting each other in their own testosterone fueled ways they turned to me. I was still sitting on the stool trying to get my heart rate under control. Isaiah asked about why I was there and once again Ezekiel used his line about running into me at the hotel. The boys were keen to get the sound check done so they all went back to work and thankfully left me alone.

With everything in place, Pete went down the back of the room to a little booth I found out later contained a mixing desk and lighting controls. The guys on stage tested the microphones and then they played a number. Pete stopped them a couple of times and came to the stage and fiddled with the equipment before returning to his booth. Eventually he gave the thumbs up and Isaiah and Jamal left.

I walked over the Ezekiel who was still standing in his DJ area playing with nobs and buttons. There was a bench with three turntables in front of him. Under the bench there were plastic crates filled with vinyl records. To his left a keyboard and to his right two large black metal boxes covered in dials and buttons and flashing lights next two a computer. I put my finger on one of the turntables and gave it a spin.

"So this is where you work your magic?" I asked.

"A little bit," he replied looking at the turntables. "They are mostly just for showing off, the guts of the show is contained in here." He tapped the hard drive of the computer to his right. "Thousands of bass lines, beats and samples at my fingertips."

"What's so difficult about it then? You could just pre-program the whole thing."

It was the first time I'd seen Ezekiel look annoyed.

"That's like saying anyone can sell a house. You just have to put an ad in the paper." He could see my surprise at his reaction so his demeanor softened. "Sorry, I get defensive sometimes. It's my job, you know, but some people treat it as a joke. Every night is different. Sometimes as soon as you start there is energy in the room other times you have to create it."

I looked at him blankly so he continued his explanation.

"You've heard the saying, dancing is like making love with your clothes on?"

I nodded.

"Well, my job is two hours of foreplay with an orgasm at the end. That can be easy if the crowd is in the mood but if the room is flat with lots of wall flowers then it's hard work."

I must have still seemed skeptical.

"You'll see tonight. Come on let's go shopping."

"Whoa, what am I doing tonight?"

"Coming here to the club."

"Umm, this is the sort of place my kids would love to sneak into but I don't think it's for me."

"What is it with you? You're a beautiful woman, why do you put yourself down? How old are you?"

"I don't have to tell..." Ezekiel cut me off.

"Yes you do, you are the one making a big issue about how old you are."

"I'm... I'm," I considered lying, "thirty five." I said finally deciding the truth was the best option.

He stepped close and put his arms around me. "I'm thirty one, thirty two next month," he nuzzled my neck then whispered in my ear. "Looks like I'm not the boy-toy you thought I was."

It was true. I would have thought he was no older than mid-twenties.

"I'm still a married mother of two children." I whispered back.

"Not tonight." was his reply before he kissed me long and deep.

When he finally broke away, he took my hand and led me outside into the sunlight. The driver of the hire car opened the door for us again but this time we were alone.

"Back to the hotel, sir?" He inquired.

"No, head downtown. Corner of Brook and Vine Street."

For the next two hours he squired me around various shops. We started with lingerie, moved to dress shops, and finished with shoes. Back at the hotel, we strolled through the front doors loaded down with bags and boxes. The strains of the Big O singing Pretty Woman flashed through my mind as I strutted towards the bank of lifts. Waiting for the doors to open, I remembered the profession Julia Robert's played in the movie, and I wasn't as upbeat.

Once the doors closed, and we were once again sealed off from the rest of the world and reality, my hormones took over. Two hours of dressing and undressing for my lover on top of no limit spending, I was primed. I attacked him with my lips then sunk to my knees in front and pulled out his half hard cock. The lift stopped and the doors opened but it wasn't our floor, I kept sucking even though I heard an audible gasp. Ezekiel muttered an apology to whoever was waiting and hit the door close button.

"You're fucking crazy, girl," he admonished me, but he didn't try halting my actions.

The next time the doors opened we were on our floor and I released his straining member. Getting up I wiped the drool from my chin. Picking up our shopping we went to inside our suite. Dropping the bags, I grabbed Ezekiel by the tool and led him to the bedroom. Pushing him back on the bed I dropped my panties before climbing onto the bed then onto his cock. Still fully clothed I rode him like a demented jockey.

Bouncing through two orgasms I didn't stop until I felt him swell and release his hot seed inside me. Exhausted I collapsed on top of him. He stroked my hair with one hand and caressed my butt through my new dress with the other. I could feel some of his cum dripping out but he was still planted deep inside me. He began rocking a little, moving in and out slightly.

"Easy baby, I need a minute." I cautioned, and he stopped.

Instead he pulled my dress up exposing my bare bum. He kneaded my butt cheeks, pulling them open and exposing my little rosebud to the cool air. His finger snaked down and wiped up some of our combined juices clinging to his cock before transferring it to my ass. I stiffened but didn't tell him to stop. My thoughts returned to Cindy, out on the terrace by the pool at the Tyler mansion. One guy pumping her pussy, the other behind buried deep in her bowels.