The Tempted and The Temptress

Chapter 4

The Tempted and His Temptress

Chapter 4: Tamara

            I had gotten what I wanted.  That was all I could think of as I can back to my house, moving slowly, I might add.  I had relived the experience of a lifetime and got even more that I bargained for.  I was bubbling over at the mere thought of how my anticipation was not only satisfied beyond reason, but I spoke to my soul.  Oh, sweet night.  Blessed journey.  Everything was going my way.

That was until the next morning when I couldn’t get out of bed.  I felt nauseated, with a pounding headache.  I didn’t now what was going on since I hadn’t drank in years, and since I’d moved out by the ocean, I hadn’t been sick.

            After about 7:00am, Playboy came by the house for the usual cup of coffee and I still hadn’t felt any better. I was still lying in bed when the doorbell rang.

            “Tammy!”  I could hear him calling. I didn’t want to mover but I had to do something because I didn’t want him waiting.  So I got up slowly and went down.  I had made it all the way to the door, opened it even when I felt my stomach boiling and ran to the bathroom.

            “Tammy, what’s wrong?”  I could hear Playboy asking after me.  He had followed me down to the bathroom where I was vomiting.  I had just made it.

            After about ten minutes, I was sure that I was done, so I sat on the floor.  Playboy had a wet cloth, wiping my face.

            “Do you think you can walk?” he asked.  When I didn’t answer, he picked me up and took me to my room.  Then he left the room only to come back with toast and tea.

            “Sit up,” he said.  I obeyed although I didn’t really want to.  “Eat this, it will settle your stomach.”

            I followed directions like a good girl.  I just couldn’t believe he was in my room, although I had definitely pictured the circumstances differently.

            “Now lay back and rest a bit.”  I nodded and closed my eyes.

            It was noon when I woke up next, and feeling considerable amount better.  I saw Playboy still beside the bed.

            “Oh, I feel better,” I said.  My headache had definitely subsided and I had a lot of energy.

            “You do?” he said. “Good.  What do you think caused it?  Did you eat something bad?

            I tried to think.  “No.  Maybe something I smelled at work.  We were doing paints and they are known to have a delayed reaction.”

            “You need to go to the doctor?”

            “Why?”

            “To make sure the paints aren’t affecting anything else.”

            “I don’t –“

            “You are going to the doctor and that’s final!”  Playboy said.  I’d never heard him use that tone of voice on me so I could do nothing but stop.

            “Okay, I’ll go.”

            “Good, now get dressed. Your appointment is at one.”

            “What?” I said, sitting up to quickly only to have to lay back down.

            Playboy’s eyes seemed to analyze my body.  I was about to give him some retort when I felt a draft and realized I was completely naked.

            “You act like you’ve never seen a naked woman before,” I said and proceeded to put on a robe.  I turned around to tie up the robe when I realized not one or two but several passion marks.  I tried to make nothing of it and went to the bathroom.

            As soon as I got there, I surveyed my body.  I had two on my neck, blotches where fingers had been, and on my n*****s and a star around right below my belly button.  In a rush, the night before came back, especially how the control slipped in just an instant.  I could still feel him nipping me on my back, smacking my thighs, and the way he pushed inside me, each stroke somehow different than the one before.  I leaned up against the wall and looked at the marks again.  Thank goodness he only saw my chest.

            Moments later emerged from the bathroom prepared for the day.  It just so happened that I wasn’t due until later that afternoon for the pre-show opening, which would be at midnight.

            “You know, I really need to be going into-“

            “The doctors office to get checked out.”

            “Since when –“

            “Since you became my friend,” he said. “Now let’s go.”

            So we made it to the doctor’s office, fussing all the way. And about i***t stuff. I think he’s come onto my game a little because for a moment the conversation became deadly.

            “I see you’ve been working the late shift,” he said.

            “Yeah,” I replied.  I got a night job.  Been keeping it under wraps.”

            “Secret missions?”

            “Sort of.  It’s only part time, though.”

            “Why not make it full time?  You got a day job too?”

            “No, are you planning on auditioning.” I said.  It was silent for a moment.

            “Well,” he said.  “Tell me about it.”

            “If you must know, it’s by foot.”

            “Oh, but it entails a lot of riding?”

            “True.”

            “Horses?”

            “Big ones.”

            “That good, huh?”

            “So good I got to walk it out.”

            He paused, his expression unreadable.  “Well, you might want to be careful.”

            “Why’s that?”  I asked. He was trying to delve too deep.

            “Your horse bites.”

            I smiled.  “That’s okay. He can eat me up any day.”

            You know I had to have the last word.  Even if he did want to say something, he didn’t.  We had pulled up to the office by then.

            Apparently, he’d made an appointment for me because as soon as I arrived it was