Kellie and Brad Ch. 08

"Stay with the nice nurse, honey," Anita said. "I need to speak with the doctor."

"Can I have ice cream?" Johnathan asked.

Anita laughed for the first time in a long time. "Yes, you can, Johnny."

"OK," he smiled weakly, which made Anita's eyes fill with tears.

After they left Johnathan's room, Cathy said to Anita, "First thing we'll have to do is remove those stitches of yours."

Anita groaned. With all that had happened, she had completely forgotten about that.

"Don't worry," the doctor reassured her. "The area looks to have healed well. There might be some discomfort during the removal, but nothing too serious."

Anita took her seat and Dr. Wainwright made all the necessary preparations. When Cathy was ready, she asked, "Since you're here, do you want to tell me how your son got his injury?"

As Dr. Wainwright removed the stitches, Anita told her the whole story, all of the sordid mess, not holding anything back. Cathy fought the urge to blurt out 'I told you so'.

Instead she asked "Are you now ready to do what you need to do?"

Anita took a deep breath. She reached back to skills she learned from being the skip of a curling team. She decided she was going to lean on the bold decision-making, the ultra-confident demeanour, and, if she was being completely honest with herself, the manipulative bitchiness she exhibited as an athlete and as a champion. Only this time, her powers were going to be used for good rather than "evil". She refused to let her fear of Paul control her any longer. Her face was a study in steely determination.

"Yes," she said, her reply cool and confident.

Dr. Wainwright nodded. "Come with me," she said.

Cathy led Anita into an area marked "Staff Only", but activity in the hospital was light so no one was around to notice. From there they entered the small staff women's change room. The doctor locked the door behind her.

"No cameras or curious eyes in here," she explained. "Much safer this way."

Anita nodded.

"Before I go any further," Cathy spoke in hushed tones, "in order for this plan to work, you'll need to go back to him one more time. Can you handle that?"

"What are my alternatives?" Anita asked, not out of worry, but simply a desire to know.

Cathy paused. The pause was as much an answer for Anita as the doctor's eventual spoken words were. "There is a plan B, but we very much prefer not to use it, except in extreme circumstances. And as difficult as your situation is, it's not quite extreme."

"Fine," said Anita. Again, determination best described her current appearance and mood. "Tell me what I have to do."

Dr. Cathy Wainwright opened her locker and produced what she referred to as the "care package". Anita listened intently to all the doctor's instructions, and committed them to memory as if her and her son's lives depended on it.

Which, she supposed, they probably did.

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He arrived at the bar.

It was a fancy-looking martini bar, across the street from the hotel. Brad stood in front of the door for a moment and drew in a deep breath. 'Well, here goes nothing,' he thought to himself, before going inside.

The bar was roughly half full with patrons; two large groups of friends laughing loudly, a number of couples, some holding hands and some not, and a few single people scattered throughout. Brad spotted chair at one of the few unoccupied tables in the middle of the room and took a seat. He ordered a light beer from the young, attractive waitress roaming the area. She eyed him up and down and smiled seductively. Brad politely returned her smile and watched her carefully. Her short skirt swished back and forth as she strutted to the bar, shamelessly putting her smooth legs and her barely-covered pert ass on display. She delivered his order to his table, and as she left she lightly trailed her fingernails across the back of his neck. Brad smirked and took a long drink from the bottle. He quickly shook his head in disbelief over her bold actions. He then relaxed and divided his attention between the Yankees-Blue Jays baseball game on the big-screen TV and the front door of the establishment.

A half-hour later, just as Brad started on his second light beer of the evening, discreetly fending off the attentions of the enamoured waitress in the process, that front door opened. In walked a beautiful woman, strutting into the bar like she owned the place. Her dark hair was styled nicely and framed her face just right. She wore a tight, robin's-egg-blue blouse and an even tighter black skirt which showcased an ass to die for. He watched her take a seat at the bar and get the attention of the bartender. Moments later the smiling young man handed her a glass of red wine.

Brad was content at first to admire the woman from afar. He savoured both the taste of the cold beer and her beautiful, sexy body, imagining what she would taste like. But just as he was about to make his move, he watched with some horror as another man approached her. He quelled the urge within him to race forward and pummel the man into submission, instead for now deciding to remain still to watch what unfolded.

The man, who looked to be middle-aged, impeccably dressed and, Brad supposed, handsome in his own way, began to engage the beautiful woman in conversation. He talked for a while as she slowly drank from her wine glass. Brad frowned when the man leaned in, put a hand on her back and whispered in her ear, but he soon smiled when he saw her lean away and shake her head no.

The rejected suitor briefly pulled away before trying again. He used more hand gestures, seemingly imploring her to go along with his demands. Then he put his arm around her shoulder and tried again to whisper sweet nothings in her ear. She was unmoved, saying nothing and staring at him until one apparently well-placed sentence saw him take his arm off her, a mortified look spreading across his face. Brad couldn't help but laugh when the woman took her wine glass and swiveled in her bar stool until her back faced the man, effectively dismissing him.

Satisfied, Brad turned his attention back to the baseball game just in time to see the Blue Jays' best player hit a home run to tie the game. He gave a quiet little fist pump at that development. As he was about to take another look at the woman at the bar, he saw someone out of the corner of his eye and heard that person clear his throat.

Brad turned his head to find that it was the man who was at the bar, still smarting after being turned down by the beautiful mystery woman. His suit was definitely well-tailored and his hair well-coiffed but Brad couldn't help but think he looked like a conceited, pompous bore.

"Mind if I sit here, buddy?" The man made the token gesture of asking the question but went ahead and took the seat anyway.

Brad looked around and noticed the bar had filled up in the last several minutes, without his realizing it, so that the place was nearly full, while he had been watching this man's attempt to pick up go down in flames. He shrugged and said, "Suit yourself."

"I need a minute to cool down," the man said, apropos of nothing. He struck the table with one fist and clutched at his cocktail glass with the other, exclaiming, "Dammit, I still can't believe it!"

Brad cocked an eyebrow and debated whether or not to ask the question. In the end, he couldn't help himself.

"What can't you believe?"

"That the chick at the bar is such a damn ice queen!"

Brad looked at the bar and made a show of scanning the people there, acting as if he had no idea what his new drinking partner was talking about. "The one in blue?" he asked.

"Yeah, her."

Pretending to appraise her, Brad whistled softly and remarked, "She looks pretty hot from where I'm sitting. Don't you think?"

"Oh sure, she looks hot, but she's cold as ice. I'm telling you. I used my best lines. I told her how I could treat her right because money is no object with me, since I'm a very rich and successful businessman! I promised her I would rock her world in bed! All that, and nothing. Not even a sniff! Well that's too damn bad for her! She'll regret it when she's all alone again tonight!"

'Wow', Brad thought to himself, 'this guy's an even bigger jackass than I thought.' Outwardly he said nothing and did not react to the man's words, instead waiting for the right time to one-up him.

When the waitress approached their table again, Brad asked for another light beer. Just as she was about to turn, he added, almost as an afterthought, "Oh, and please give the lady at the bar, the one in the blue blouse, another glass of what she is having. With my compliments."

The waitress nodded and smiled, though this time it was forced. Brad couldn't help but feel his ego swell a bit, knowing the pretty waitress had been totally flirting with him all evening. A shame he had to disappoint her, but some things just couldn't be helped.

The other man just shook his head. "Man, you are wasting your time and your money! Didn't you hear a word I just said?"

Brad shrugged. "Ah, I don't know. She just... she intrigues me, you know? Plus, I enjoy a good challenge. It keeps the spirit young and the mind sharp!"

"Suit yourself," was the man's reply, and Brad just chuckled. 'Not even original enough to come up with his own material,' he thought.

Both men watched the bar intently. The waitress talked to the bartender, who went to work immediately, pouring another glass of red wine. The waitress then spoke to the woman in blue. They turned, and the woman followed the eyes of the waitress as she pointed in Brad's direction. The beautiful woman looked thoughtful for a moment, and then she said something to the waitress, who nodded her head. Brad felt a crooked little smile on his face when the waitress returned his way, and it grew a little wider when he looked over and saw the man on the other side of the table silently fume.

"The lady for whom you bought the wine requests the pleasure of your company," the waitress told Brad. He stood up and she bowed her head. He heard her whisper, "I wish she were me. I want to be the one you make love to tonight."

Brad softened his eyes and regarded the waitress. She really was quite pretty. He pulled some money out of his pocket and folded it into her hand to pay off his tab, plus leave her a generous tip.

"Thank you for your service tonight," he spoke quietly into her ear. "I'm flattered by your interest in me, but you and I are not meant to be. Take heart, though. You are young and very beautiful, and surely you will have your pick of men to choose from. I hope the man you choose treats you like the lovely young woman you are and gives you the respect you deserve."

"Thank you," she answered, now smiling but still with sadness in her eyes.

"Oh, one more thing," Brad added. "May I give you a friendly suggestion?"

"Sure."

"Stay away from mister businessman here," he said, nodding his head towards his defeated rival. "He's not nearly good enough for you."

The waitress giggled and said, "OK." With that, Brad took his leave and joined the woman in blue, the target of his attraction, at the bar.

But they didn't speak at first; instead, she silently stared straight ahead, while he alternated glances between his drink and the exposed skin of her shapely legs. Finally, the woman took a sip from her wine glass and said, "I noticed you talking to the waitress. Looks like you two had a lot to say to each other."

Brad shrugged. "I wanted to thank her for her service tonight."

"Really? Was that all?!"

Her tone of voice surprised Brad, but the smallest hint of a smile that tugged at her lips set him back at ease. "Well, I also felt obliged to warn her away from the man who joined me at my table... who, I couldn't help notice, you spent a lot of time talking to."

'Ha,' Brad thought to himself, 'two can play that game!'

"Oh. Yes. Him." She sniffed derisively. "You were wise to do that. He was completely self-absorbed and rude. He needs a good slap in the face."

'He needs a lot worse than that,' Brad thought, 'and I almost gave it to him!'

She then swivelled her seat and faced Brad down. "I have to ask... why did you allow him to sit with you?"

"Fair question," he replied. "He didn't give me a whole lot of choice, to be honest. He just helped himself to the chair. But despite his arrogance I did feel just a little bit sorry for him."

"Why?!" she asked indignantly.

"Well, your rejection of him was rather ruthless, was it not?"

She laughed before speaking, "Deservedly so! He might have been the biggest jerk I've ever had the misfortune of meeting!"

She then placed her hand on one of Brad's and focused her gaze directly on him. He felt a flush of heat course through him.

"Enough of him. Please, call me Lynne," she said, by way of introduction.

Brad almost slipped out of character and said his first name, before remembering just in time that they were using their middle names to pretend to be other people, complete strangers passing in the night, as part of the fantasy. "I'm Joseph, but please, call me Joe," he said. He took hold of her hand, the one she placed on his, and kissed it gently. It made her smile, and that made his heart race with excitement.

"Well... Joe... I'd like to know more about you," she said. Once again, Brad took note of that maddening trace of a smile crossing her face, especially when she paused before saying his 'name'.

"What's there to know?" he asked, smirking himself as he stuck to his role as best he could. "I'm just your average man, hoping to catch the attention of a pretty woman and enjoy the pleasure of her company for the evening, while doing everything within my power to ensure her desires, her needs, are all satisfied." Again he took her hand and kissed it softly, this time without breaking eye contact.

She blushed softly before speaking. "Mmmm, a lovely coincidence. I was also hoping to have a romantic evening tonight, with a strong, handsome gentleman. But Joe, please answer me this. Do I meet your standards?"

"Are you serious?!" he said. "You exceed them, by far. You are an absolute goddess. I don't know if I deserve the privilege of being in your company, Lynne, but I would love to spend the night with you, and I would be honoured to please you in a way that only a goddess such as you deserves."

She blushed softly for a second time. It made her feminine features look even more beautiful in Brad's eyes. But as quickly as she showed vulnerability, she just as quickly reasserted control.

"You underestimate yourself, Joe," she said in response, using a tone of voice that got his manhood to stand at attention. "You've already proven yourself to be a perfect gentleman. And you are, without a doubt, a gorgeously sexy man!"

She leaned forward; the scent of her perfume and her womanly essence was a slice of heaven to Brad. She whispered in his ear. "The sight and feel of you, the power and virility you exude... it excites me. It makes me curious to see what other... attributes you possess."

Brad closed his eyes and groaned. His engorged member felt like a hot steel bar about to explode through his pants. He took a moment to compose himself before speaking again.

"Please forgive me for being so presumptuous, it's not my way to act like this around a beautiful lady such as you. But I cannot lie, I have been told that my attributes are... shall we say... impressive."

"Is that so?"

"I swear to you, it's the truth."

"Mmmm, and can I assume you know how to use these... attributes of yours?"

Brad playfully scoffed at her challenge, and instead of answering humbly, decided to return fire. "What do you think?" he asked.

She stared Brad down before slowly smiling, obviously impressed by his answer. She took a furtive glance around the bar to ensure no one was watching them. Satisfied, she placed her hand on Brad's chest and trailed it downwards until it was between his legs. She softly massaged and cupped his sizeable package. Her eyes sparkled as he groaned under her touch. She uttered a low, throaty growl of her own.

"Perfect," she purred. She planted her lips on his and initiated a searing kiss. She put her hands on the back of his head and pulled him deeper into her web. Forcing his mouth open, her tongue trapped and entwined around his. When the kiss finally broke, Brad's breathing was ragged. He was so hot and ready for her that he was willing to do just about anything she asked him to do.

"I want you, Joe," the woman spoke lustily.

"I want you too, Lynne," came Brad's equally lusty response.

They kissed again. "I think I'm ready to go back to my hotel room," she said. "You'll join me... won't you?!"

Brad didn't argue. He took her hand and they quickly made for the exit. Before they reached the door they both had the same thought. They turned to see the reaction of the arrogant businessman. He was facing away from them, slumped in his chair, looking totally defeated. Just at that moment he looked back at the exit door and saw them together. Frown lines creased his face. Smiling, the woman drew Brad into another scorching embrace. She took one of his hands and placed it directly on her ass, and Brad groaned in pleasure at the feel of her taut cheek underneath her short skirt. The woman nipped at Brad's lips and licked his cheek, turning again so the businessman could get another good look at what he could not have. She grinned at his frustrated reaction, and to Brad that smile looked deviously, dangerously sexy.

Brad let the woman lead him back to the hotel room, nearly having to break into a sprint to keep up with her. She fumbled with the ID card for a moment but finally slid it home, and they heard the satisfying click of the door unlocking. They quickly piled into the room.

"Wait on the bed for me," she commanded. "I'll be right out."

She left a gossamer kiss on his cheek and hustled to the bathroom. Brad frantically undressed, laid out his nice clothes over the chair in the corner of the room and sat on the bed to wait. He could feel his hard member pulse with yearning. He fought the urge to stroke himself and waited impatiently for her to finish getting prepared.

His cock pulsated even stronger when she emerged.

She was down to nothing but a bra and panty set that matched the colour of her blouse. The bra plunged low to offer a deep view of her cleavage. She turned around and seductively bent at the waist to show off her tiny thong. He could easily see so much of her perfect ass on display, and her pussy lips peeked around the slim line of fabric. Those lips were puffy and beautifully swollen, showing the depth of her arousal.

She stood up and put her hand to her mouth, biting the tip of her little finger, groaning at the sight of the massive pole protruding from Brad's groin. It sent a small burst of juices from her pussy, soaking her panties and dribbling down her thighs. Any further thoughts she had of teasing him evaporated from her mind.

Brad watched in fascination as she slowly and teasingly removed her bra, finally dropping it behind her and exposing her perky, shapely breasts. She stripped off her panties and twirled them around her finger as she sat on the bed next to him. She spread the thin undergarment over his nose, playfully giggling at his moan in reaction to her provocation.

"Feel how ready I am for you, baby," she whispered those sultry words in his ear.

Brad felt the panties over his face with his fingers and noticed how wet they were. He inhaled deeply and her sweetly musky scent filled his nostrils. He shuddered and let loose another pleasurable groan. His cock throbbed with renewed vigour.

The woman lay at the head of the bed and spread her legs invitingly. Brad groaned again, even louder this time. Her pubic area was completely shaved bare. He had never seen a woman's private area in that state but he loved the way it looked. Brad was now beside himself with craving, and it didn't take long for him to find out she was just as desperate as he was.