Tricking Astrid (ch 12)

Astrid liked spending time alone after so much stress. Tuesday she slept in, then went jogging for a long five miles. She didn't have to rush like usual, liking the freedom. Her bank statements said she could go without work for two months if she spent wisely. She didn't plan on not working for more than a few weeks. She'd go crazy not keeping busy. Although, between Remy and Calder she was sure keeping busy would not be a problem. She liked both men immensely and felt a little odd when contemplating them both sexually.

Remy had spent three months doing nothing but take her on wonderful dates, showering her with compliments and long talks. Their relationship HAD started on a deeper level. Now, all Remy did was hump her until she cried for him. Remy in bed had been a total surprise. She liked it. More than she ever thought she would because he was rough. He could be rougher. She saw it in those dreamy hazel eyes how he could be cruel and make her cry in pain instead of joy.

Calder, on the other hand, could be just as hard-handed or gentle as a butterfly. The last time she'd been with Calder he'd shown such care. His touches had softened in a way that had her almost crying from the unadulterated passion in which he worshiped her body. She really liked Calder. He was funny, attentive, smart and willing to be with her. Calder hadn't once brought up Remy as if he just accepted the situation.

Wednesday afternoon Astrid was at the corner store buying a bottle of Coke when Remy walked in. She hadn't noticed at first, looking down at a magazine. She was walking, looking at the cover when she bumped into him.

"Sorry," she looked up, saw it was Remy and gave him a grin.

He smiled back, his sandy-blonde hair covering his eye, "Hello, babe. Is that magazine interesting?"

She was glad to see Remy, although she hadn't planned on calling him until Thursday, "Well, not as interesting as you."

He chuckled, moving aside for a young boy, "Is that a compliment? I stopped in because I saw you as I drove by."

She walked to the cash register after discarding the magazine. The young blonde cashier smiled at Remy instead of her. She paid for her soda, then walked out into the sunny afternoon as Remy followed her, not paying any attention to the girl.

"Why are you in my neighborhood?" she softly asked, avoiding his stare.

"A job," he truthfully answered, "I have to go. Do you want a ride home?"

Smiling tightly, she shook her head, "No, I like to walk. It's a nice spring day after all."

Remy took her left hand, pulling her forward so he could kiss her lips. She liked the way he pressed his body towards her, bending his tall frame to commit to the kiss. She slightly opened her mouth, which he quickly filled with his tongue. She brought a hand up, touching his stubbly cheek. He smelt and tasted so good it made her head swim.

"Astrid," Remy pulled back, giving her a sexy leer, "You really are a minx, you know that? Can I suggest something?"

Astrid stepped back, although he still held tightly onto her hand, "What?"

"I would like to take you to my apartment tonight," he casually stated, "My roommate is dying to meet the girl I have kept all to myself. He's a bit of a flirt."

She smiled, "That sounds... great. Sure."

He brought her hand up to his warm lips, kissing it hard, "I'll pick you up at seven. We'll hang out at my place. Have some beers."

Astrid felt her belly flip-flop, "Sounds fun. Hey, what 'job' do you have around here?"

Remy let her hand go abruptly, backing away as if remembering he needed to hurry, "A client who hates it when I'm late. I'll tell you about it later if you really want to know."

"I'll hold you to that!" she laughingly called out to his retreating figure.

She turned, quickly walking up the street towards her house. Would she really want to know what kind of client he was seeing? What he did to other women that he may do or not do with her? She hoped he wore condoms. She didn't need an STD on top of everything else going on in her life.

It was already three when she got home. She kept busy, checking her email, eating a late lunch, cleaned a few rooms. Astrid was excited to meet Remy roommate. To see where he lived. He must have realized that in order for Astrid to trust him, he had to open up those private doors of his.

She hoped she could deal with the life Remy lived. He had said he had been afraid she would leave if he completely opened up. She wanted to prove him wrong. She cared about Remy a lot.

Astrid hadn't a clue of the type of work Remy did. Did he play fantasy games with rich, bored housewives? Did he hurt them because they liked it like that? How could she listen to the truth, knowing SHE was the one he wanted to be with? Not those women who had money to pay for his attention. Did Remy ever like any of them? See them without being paid? Did she want to know the answers?

At seven, Remy pulled up, right on time. She was already outside, not wanting him to chicken out in case it had been a ploy to see her. He looked surprised when she got into his car.

"Hi," she leaned over, kissing his cheek.

Astrid wore blue jeans with a light blue cotton top. It was tight, low cut, giving him a nice shot of her cleavage. He had changed also, she noted, into black slacks and a nice white polo shirt. He looked too sexy.

Remy put a hand on the back of her neck, keeping her face close, "You ready to see what I've kept hidden? You look excited. It's nothing to be excited about."

She grinned, keeping her disappointment from showing, "I'm just glad to see you."

Remy kissed her hard, shoving his tongue inside her mouth. She gave into the passion in which he kissed. It wasn't a simple hard kiss, but one meant he was turned on by her very presence.

"Yummy," she sighed breathlessly when he let her go, "We better get going before you pop a tent."

He smirked, "Already have babe."

They talked while he drove into the city. She hadn't asked about his work day, but he opened up without prompt. Astrid hadn't expected Remy to tell her but eagerly listened.

"I went to a house that belonged to a couple this afternoon," he said casually, not taking his eyes off of the road, "They paid me seven-hundred dollars to spend two hours with them. They actually live close to you."

Astrid turned red, glad he didn't notice. She kept silent.

"The couple are not married. In fact, he told me if they could get through a threesome and stay together he would propose to her. He was very sweet, she a little on the bitchy side. Opposites attract, you know," he chuckled, "Anything else you want me to tell you about it?"

Astrid swallowed hard, "Um, how old are they?"

"I think she is nineteen. He is twenty-nine. He told me he sort of rescued her from an abusive home at seventeen. She likes it rough since that was all she knew. I showed him some moves. I think they might get married after all."

"So... you helped their relationship?"

Remy turned onto a street she had never been on before. The street leads to the downtown district where seedier things happened. Astrid had imagined him living somewhere nice, with all the money he apparently made.

"Yes, I do help sometimes. It's nice when I get that out of a job instead of the other. The other side where I ruin relationships by wives cheating."

"Did you fuck that girl?"

"Yes."

"You use protection, don't you?"

"All clients are screened by doctors beforehand. I always use protection. Always. All clients are free of diseases. Me as well, Astrid. You're the only woman I've ever not used protection with."

"Good. Good," she let out a nervous giggle, "Just wondering."

"By waiting three months with you, I knew you would ask that," he smiled at the road, "We're almost there. Arlo may have friends over."

"Arlo? He works with you right?"

He slowed the car for a light, "Yup. Arlo got me into it. He's a wonderful lover, so I'm told. Just to warn you, he may approach you."

"Meaning?"

He hit the gas on the green light, "He'll probably want to fuck you, Astrid. He always wants to fuck. I told him you may or not be into it."

She looked up at the building he turned the car towards. The small parking lot was behind the short, dark four-story brick building, "What?"

He shut the car off, giving her a funny look, "I have shared with him twice before. I figure since you want to see other people, you may find him doable."

"Doable?" she choked out, "Remy, WE have a relationship. Calder is... not a relationship."

Remy sneered at the mention of Calder name, "Whatever. Let's go."

Remy waited for her to walk by his side, leading her to the locked building. He used a key, held the heavy door open to a dimly lit corridor. She was nervous, following him all the way up to the fourth floor. The stairs were dirty but quiet. Remy opened the first door on the left, letting the loud punk metal music hit them as he ushered her inside the apartment first.

The apartment was quite large. Astrid gazed around, noting the typical male furnishings in the open floor plan. The wall along the hallway sported several frames of rock bands. The polished wooden floor area had two long couches, a wooden table and an impressive stereo set up along the back wall next to a large window. There was also a large TV mounted in one corner with two gaming chairs.

Two men and one woman sat on one couch laughing with each other. A man with black spiked hair, olive skin, and sensual light brown eyes stood quickly.

"Arlo," Remy greeted him pleasantly, "Meet Astrid."

Arlo was just as tall as Remy, Astrid noted. He was just as handsome too, with pierced eyebrow, tongue and tattoos scattered on his bare arms. His chest was waxed, buff and extremely touchable looking. Astrid blushed as Arlo sauntered over, hand outstretched.

She offered her own, "Nice to meet you, Arlo."

Arlo took hold of her hand firmly, "Same here. Come on, " he tugged her to the couch he'd been sitting on. His voice was just as sensual as his eyes. He sat her beside him, introducing the girl as Rose and the other man as Jay.

Rose was dressed punkish, her hair rosy red. She looked snottily at Astrid but said hello. Jay was a stoned out man, grinning under heavy lids. He held a pot pipe in his hand. Remy disappeared down a dark hall. Astrid awkwardly looked at them, not knowing what to say.

"You want some?" Jay asked, holding the pipe out.

She shook her head, "No thanks."

"Want a beer?" Arlo asked, turning on the cushion so he could gaze down at her, "I have vodka too." Smiling under his intense gaze she nodded. "Rose," he snapped at the girl, "Go get us beers."

Rose immediately jumped up, her tight blue Capri pants jingling from the heavy chair she wore as a belt. Rose shot Astrid another look before she exited the room as if she thought Astrid was up to something. What was it with that girl?

"So, what's up?" Arlo asked, placing his arm on the back of the couch near her face.

She squirmed on the seat, "Nothing much. You?"

"Remy told me you have great legs," Arlo blurted, "And you run?"

She flushed, "Yeah, I run."

"Me too," he winked, "We have shit in common."

Remy laughed, entering the room, "Arlo stop flirting. Come on Astrid."

Grateful, Astrid jumped up, hurrying to follow Remy out the living room. She heard Arlo say, "Come on Rose! How long does it take to get a beer you stupid cunt?"

Astrid followed Remy into his bedroom. She had actually pictured his room right. Nicely made twin bed with dark sheets and throw. Clean, uncluttered dresser. No clutter whatsoever actually. She knew Remy to be efficient and clean but where was the picture of them she had framed a few months ago?

Astrid sat on top of his silky black comforter, "Nice room."

He closed the door, "I hardly sleep here."

"Where do you sleep then?"

"On the couch," he grinned, sitting beside her, his back to to the wall which the bed faced sideways. The twin bed was smaller than Astrid thought he would have. No wonder he slept on the couch.

"Arlo seems nice," she commented, not knowing what to say or do, "Are Jay and Rose your friends?"

"No," he ran a hand over her back since she was hunched over, "They are lovers of Arlo."

She turned, then deciding to make a move, straddled his long frame comfortably. He smiled, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Lovers? He's bisexual?"

"Yes. Surprised?"

"Well, everyone is different," she mused, placing her hands on his wide chest, "He looks like a punk."

"He is," Remy teased, "At least he tries to look the part. You've never been with a girl, huh?"

Astrid bulked, "No. Have you?"

"I've been with lots of girls."

She playfully pushed his chest, "Smartass. Have you done men? Have men done you? What about the couple today? Did you fuck him?"

Remy laughed at her, "You sure do ask bluntly, don't you?"

"Answer the question," she growled, tugging his shirt, "HAVE you?"

Remy gripped her hips tightly. She felt his fingers dig into her hip bones as he forced their crotches together. She felt his erection dig into her and couldn't resist rubbing against it.

"Sometimes I allow a guy to suck my dick," his voice was serious, eyes on hers, "I do nothing else. Nothing. I like women. I sometimes allow men the privilege of my cock in their mouths."

"Privilege?" she whispered, actually a little turned on by the image, "I suppose it would be."

Remy loosened his iron grip, "Take my shirt off," he ordered her in a low, commanding tone. Slowly, Astrid obeyed, pulling the shirt up over his head, tossing it on the floor, "Now you."

Astrid took her shirt off, revealing a pale blue bra, "Okay?"

He stared at the milky skin of her chest, "Stand up, take everything off except your bra."

Grinning, she did as he asked. The animal lust in his eyes made her shiver. She liked his threatening tone of voice like he would force her to comply if she wasn't fast enough. She stood in front of him bare, except for the bra that hid her tightened nipples.

"Take off my shoes and socks," he unbuckled his slacks.

Astrid complied, bending over. He licked his lips at the view. He waited until she went back up before saying, "Turn around, bend over, but put your knees on the bed, between my legs."

Astrid tensed, bending over so her ass was between his knees. Remy slid forward, pulling his pants down at the same time. He pulled her ass cheeks apart, then slid two fingers teasingly back and forth testing her wetness. Her knees shook as she let out a moan of anticipation.

Slowly, Remy eased Astrid down onto his swollen cock. He did it so slowly that by the time she was fully situated she was breathing harder than he was. He reached around, cupping one breast as she rocked, fucking herself on his dick. She let out a cry, jerking in ecstasy.

"Easy," he cooed into her ear as she rested her head on his broad shoulder, "Go, slow baby."

Astrid shivered, her pussy tightening like a vise around his engorged member. She moaned, tossing her head as he used his other hand on her hip to keep the rhythm. She groaned huskily.

"Fuck me," he murmured in her ear, "Go on."

Putting both of her hands on his spread knees, she worked herself up and down on his shaft rigorously. He gave a hard squeeze of her breast as approval as she did her best to get him as deep and hard inside her at every plunge downward.

Astrid gasped, the legs she had worked on for years running coming in handy now as she relied on them to hold her up. She felt Remy grow harder, letting her know he was close. She became a mad woman, grinding down on him. He reached down and rubbed circles on her fat clit. Biting her earlobe, he groaning deep in his chest. The peak of her orgasm was halted instantly by a loud knock on Remy door.

Astrid froze. Remy placed his large palm on her mouth. He deeply penetrated her and when he covered her mouth; it set her off. The sudden arousal by the interruption coupled with his possessive need to quiet her had her coming so hard she shook. She moaned underneath his hand, grinding so hard he hissed as he exploded, their body's jerking violently in a frantic finish.

Luckily, Astrid quieted as quickly as she had suddenly came. Breathing hard from her nostrils, Remy took a ragged breath as another impatient knock was heard.

"Yo!" Arlo banged on the door, "Stop fucking! You have a phone call, man."

Remy whispered in her ear, low and almost threatening, "I'm going to let you go. Lay down on your stomach until I come back."

She nodded, still feeling Remy throbbing inside of her.

He pushed her off of him almost cruelly. She went down on her knees as he quickly stepped around her, holding his slacks up. Snapping his fingers, he pointed to the bed. Astrid saw a hard glint in Remy's hazel eyes causing her to get up and lay down as he instructed.

Remy smiled smugly, then went out into the hall, shutting the door. Astrid felt her legs shaking from exertion. Shit. Remy did not handle her sweet, did he? She frowned, hearing Remy and Arlo argue. What would he do if she did not obey him? She put her face on his pillow, waiting for Remy to come back and do what he wanted with her.