The "Stylist" | Book I in a Series of Mistaken Identities

BOLONEY PONY

Melissa

It never seems to stop. I was in dad's office catching up with him about the new vision for the New York property when I got a call from Brenda telling me about the Charlie/Debbie incident being all over the tabloids. Of course, she filmed it, hell, she was probably going to do hold it over Charlie's head for money. It wouldn't surprise me one bit if she was in on some big plan with Charlie's father. Yes, my opinion of people can get rather low, but they keep proving me right. Like now.

I stare at the grainy stills taken from the video. With Charlie being so out of it that night it must have been easy for Debbie to set the phone up before going to town on his peen.

Dirty laundry will always find a way out, that's why I try to keep my nose clean. Keyword being try. I had my fair share of drama exposed for the world's entertainment. To be honest, it doesn't really bother me, why should it? My rather flippant attitude and responses to these things made me a smaller target over time, I was dealing with that shit since birth. Charlie, however, he's a whole different story, and I feel an overwhelming urge to go fight in his corner, and that's a problem.

Do I like him? Yes.

Do I want to ride his boloney-pony? Hell. Yes.

Therein lies the problem. If I step in and use my contacts to keep helping him, like I did with Archie, I'm inviting trouble for not only me but my family. I only helped with Archie because there was a kid involved. Charlie's going to have to handle one on his own. I'm sure his lawyers are going to be all over it. Deborah may have committed the crime, but whoever distributed that video is profiting from her questionable and highly illegal actions.

I tried to Zen out the rest of the day. Andrew wasn't joking when he booked me in for a half day at the spa. I came of there more relaxed but hornier than ever which just added to my frustration. It was the massage, it was bound to happen. The whole time I kept thinking about Charlie in the shower. The way the water rolled down his rippling body, with those tattoos, and the way his eyes locked onto mine when I caught him, it was as if he was daring me to get in there with him. I practically moaned and felt my masseuse pause for a tiny moment.

By the time I made it up to my room at the hotel it was as if I had never been to the spa at all. I should call Charlie and see how he's doing? Yeah, because the sound of his voice will definitely help you fell less horny and frustrated. Genius.

My fingers dialed his number. My brain was yelling out for me to stop but her voice was quickly silenced and gagged by my vagina.

The phone rang for so long, I almost started to think he might not answer. When the call connected, he had his phone over the microphone and a moment later finally spoke, "Yes?"

He sounds pissed. Perfect.

I pinch my nose, change my voice and accent a little, "Hello?" I ask.

"Yes, who is this?"

"Uh, you called me. Who's this?"

He hangs up.

Round two.

I call him again, this time he answers instantly, "Yes?" he asks even more gruffly and furious than before.

I drop the voice and turn up the smolder, "You know that penile inspection you said I was free to conduct any time I wanted?"

Charlie lets out a long sigh and chuckles. I can practically hear the anger melting away from him and he seems to instantly relax, "I remember. Why, are you back from L.A. and waiting outside my door?"

I slip my hand into my yoga leggings and start to touch myself through my panties, "No, not exactly. I was at the spa today, and during my massage," my eyes flutter closed on their own as I imagine Charlie in the shower again, that image is permanently seared into my mind's eye. "I was imagining they were your hands on my skin."

I hear Charlie moving on the other end, "Christ Mel, give a guy a heads up before you give him a hard on in the living room when there's a toddler sleeping nearby." I hear a door close and assume he's gone somewhere more private.

I can't help but chuckle a little, but a moan quickly takes over, "I'm already wet just thinking about it, about you in the shower."

"Do you think about that often?" His voice is so deep right now it just sounds like pure sex igniting my body all over.

"M-hm. You know Charlie, I've been winding myself up all day, I just need your help for this last part."

"Turn on your camera," his commanding voice does something to my insides, making it difficult to resist him.

"You know why I can't do that."

"I know," he sighs audibly. His tone changes almost instantly, as if he's shifting gears to get this started, "What are you wearing?"

"Yoga tights, sports bar and a crop top."

"Take off your tights, what's underneath?"

I put Charlie on speaker and put the phone next to my head as I shimmy my leggings off, "A thong."

I slip my thumbs into my thong to take it off, "Leave it on." I think I like bossy Charlie.

I smirk at his perceptiveness. "Tell me Charlie, if you were here, what would your hands be doing right now?"

"They'd start on your ankles, and glide all the way up... your thighs, your belly, past your breast-"

"Past?"

"For that interruption I'm taking your sight, blindfold yourself, I'll wait."

I chuckle and look around for something to blindfold myself with. I grab the little silk scarf draped across the back of a chair, tie it around my eyes, and lie back onto the bed, "Okay."

"Are you blindfolded?"

"Yes."

"Good girl." I stifle a giggle unable to keep my brain and body alike from turning into putty in the grip of Charlie's husky and commanding voice. "If you interrupt me, I will punish you again, do you understand?"

"Yes." I thought I was ready earlier, but Charlie has me so tightly wound up I can feel my core practically throbbing between my legs, and we've barely even started.

"As I was saying, my hands would glide up that silky skin of yours, you'd barely feel it, past your breasts to lift your arms, one after the other above your head, and there they would stay while I had my way with you. Are your arms above your head?"

I nod, "M-hm" is all my mouth could manage to moan as I lifted my arms overhead.

"I know you'd want me to kiss those gorgeous lips of yours first, and I will, but only if you do as you're told," it's a good thing he can't see the smile playing on my lips, because I'm loving being submissive to him.

Without his even being here, without his even touching me, I know that when he finally does, he's going to be the best lay of my life.