wake up
The sound of crockery startled her awake. She groaned, and buried her face in the pillow, until the waiter left.
Tracy crawled onto the bed; “Oh, honey, I dreamt about you,” he cooed. ”Did you dream about me?”
”Who are you?” she demanded. ”And where am I?” He laughed, and crouched over her.
”I’m your baby,” he said gleefully. ”I’m the only man you’ll ever love.”
Stella rubbed her eyes sleepily. ”All I remember,” she told him ”Is something about a restaurant, and a limo, and then I don’t remember anything at all,” She yawned. ”Did I ball you?” He laughed. ”Wait,” she said. ”Something’s coming back to me now… Are you the boy who made me come twenty times last night?” He nodded. ”Didn’t you share your best friend with me?” Stella heaved under him, rolling him over, wrapped him in the bedclothes, and kissed his laughing face while he struggled, tangled in the sheets.
”Oh, Mother,” she said. ”Oh, Tracy, my sweet boy, you really want me? You think so?”
”I haven’t changed my mind that I love you,” he got out, between gusts of laughter.
”I’m the luckiest fucking bitch,” she said softly. ”I’m yours, baby — You’re mine, mine, mine.”
”Yours, yours, yours, baby,” he agreed. She yawned again.
”Shower,” She stood up stiffly; Tracy laughed.
”Tony was limping, swear to god — Oh, lord, Stella…”
”Hey, Tracy,” she said suddenly. ”What’s my name?”
He blinked, and paused. ”Well, you told me Karen… But your real name is Stella,” He smiled at the glare she shot him. ”Ain’t it,” She folded her arms. He got up, came to her, playfully menacing; ”Ain’t it, baby?”
”All right,” she said crossly. ”If that’s the way you want it,” She turned for the bathroom. He watched her naked little ass try to be dignified all the way, and gloated. Last night, it was humping the bedspread, while she was doing Tone. –Mine, mine, mine — Blackness filled his mind, his familiar vision. Blackness, streaked with webs of light.
Stella sighed in relief as the hot water began to sluice away the fog. She couldn’t have had more than four hours sleep, by her rueful estimation. She shampooed her hair. Her cunt still felt sticky. She slipped two fingers in to wash it out… The memories of the night returned in an overwhelming rush; she fingerfucked herself under the running water. Resting her head on the tiled wall. –Goddess, Goddess, I’ll sacrifice to thee — She saw movement out of the corner of her eye, and looked up.
The glass door was wide open, Tracy poised just out of reach of the water splashing over the floor. Black leather clad his wide-stanced legs. His Edwardian lace shirt was tucked in, but hung unbuttoned. His glossy black hair was half pulled back for a ponytail. His clasped hands hid his mouth. He looked up at her eyes before dropping his gaze once again to her hand, frozen between her legs, while the moment stretched itself unbearably. She was caught, dizzy with guilt, the blood rushed through her ears… And his hands dropped to his sides.
”Just how nasty are you, anyway.”
The question had no inflection. His eyes had nothing she could read. She pulled her hand out of her crotch and shot water at him, and he jumped laughing out of range. She grabbed the towel he threw at her as she stepped out, used it vigorously on her hair, and caught the satin bathrobe he next tossed her way. Deep green and ruffled, she recognized it as the one Tony had worn at the beginning of the evening. She sat down to study her reflection.
”You can’t have Tony,” Tracy said. She met his eyes in the mirror, surprised.
”Can’t?”
”Well,” he hesitated. ”He can’t have you,” He tried to be stern; ”I get jealous, baby, I do, and I don’t want you with any other man but me.”
”Oh, yeah,” she said. ”I could tell how you’re jealous, by the way you dragged him in here. Over my screams of protest.”
”That was you?” he said in deep contentment. ”I thought those were my screams,” He wandered out of the bathroom.
”Ooh-whee, that looks fine on you!” Tony was seated at the breakfast table when Stella came out; There was a large area of devastation at his place, and Tracy was about to wreak further havoc. Stella joined them, and gulped greedily at a mug of steaming coffee. She looked up to find both men watching her, and smiled.
”Feed that body, baby,” Tracy said, and ducked into his scrambled eggs. ”I sent your dress down to the cleaner,,” he added. ”But it won’t be back till tonight.”
”Thanks,” She bit down on her grin. ”What do you want to do today?”
Tony leaned towards her. ”Whatcha gonna wear, baby?”
She shrugged and went to the phone, to hide her smile. She called her own number.
”Karen, it’s Mom, call about when you want to have dinner this week–,”
”Karen? We want to hear all about it,” Glenn’s voice, insinuating and comedic,” Tim says you owe him more than just dinner. And if you don’t call us before the day is out, honey, he’s going to call the cops,”
”Hello Princess, Ricky here. Um, signing off.”
”Karen, it’s Alegra, where are you? It’s been almost two weeks, girl, don’t you miss me?” the voice giggled, and went on; ”My job for this weekend got cancelled? So I don’t know what to do today… Like I’m totally spacin’ out. So call, I don’t know… Bye,” The voice drifted away, and then the phone buzz began.
”Aargh,” she said, coming back to the table. ”My mom called, and my agent didn’t. What the hell am I supposed to wear now, thank you very much?”
”See, that’s what I want to know,” Tony agreed. ”You wear what you came in in, they gonna be riots caused, everywhere you go.”
”I thought maybe I’d send the rest of your things down, too,” Tracy purred. ”Mmnn… Keep you a prisoner all day, baby…”
”Well, I thought about that,” she announced. ”I’d borrow your pants, except that you wear everything so tight, none of it would fit me. So, I’m going to take Tony’s pants, and a shirt. And a belt.”
”What?” Tony complained. ”I need my clothes, man. All the time, the dames they try to take your stuff from you. You just want ‘em cause I’m a superstar,” He preened, and Stella giggled.
”Please, Tony?” A thought struck her; ”I know. You lend me some clothes, and I’ll get you laid,” Tony looked at her in some surprise.
”Excuse me?” he said. Tracy began to grin.
”Alegra –,”
”Excuse me?”
”She’s a model, friend of mine. She’s smart, legs for days… black.”
”What color black?” Tony was suddenly interested; Tracy’s grin widened, as Stella mimed shock.
”Does it matter?” she asked, and Tony looked sheepish;
”Well, I like it if she’s lighter than me, that’s all.”
”That’s about everybody, Blood,” Tracy interjected.
”Well, her momma is Creole, like from New Orleans. And her dad was Chinese — no, Japanese. She’s real light. Freckles… Brownish hair, with a nap to it, you know?” Tony’s eyes gleamed. She added; ”She’ll fuck you raw… I taught her how to kiss, back when.”
Tony threw back his head in a wolf howl. ‘,” Take me to it, take me to it!”
”If you lend me some clothes,” she reminded him. He wolfed the remains of his toast, and stood up. ”If you will allow me,” He held out his arm in courtly fashion; ”Perhaps you’d best come along, and make your own choice… I know how you ladies is.”
”I just wanted to get you alone, get some sugar off you,” he said, as he closed his door. Stella returned his embrace.
”I dug it, last night,” she said, when he freed her mouth. ”What a fantasy come true, Tony, do you realize how happy you made me?”
”Oh, yeah?” He opened a suitcase. ”That your fantasy, baby? You pretty freaky, huh,” He laid a stack of folded pants on the bed. ”These pair, they a little tight for me, so they might fit you just nice.”
”You looked pretty freaky yourself, baby,” she said, and held up a pair of charcoal pleated slacks. ”Nice… Did you dig it?”
”Oh, yeah,” he rumbled.
”Not your normal style?” She selected a pair of green dyed jeans, and pulled them up. ”Ooh, these fit good…”
”Naw, that ain’t my normal style,” he said abruptly. ”You coming with us to San Francisco?”
”Oh… Were you guys serious about that?” She couldn’t catch her breath, suddenly. Tony turned away, then back.
”Look — he began, then subsided again. ”Look, Stella, whatever your name is…”
”Yeah… My name is really Karen,” she said, dryly. He grinned;
“And Stella be Cuz’ name for you? Well, look… He’s serious about you. He don’t do this so much, neither, taking dames along. Well… I can’t share a dame so much, so… I’m out of the mix, pretty much, and it ain’t ‘cause I don’t dig you, okay, just… Want a tour shirt? You can keep it.”
”Oh boy,” she said lightly; ”a Riddem Generators shirt all my own. Now I know I’m really a fan!” She pulled it on. ”Yay…”
”See, Tracy, he’s freaky,” Tony went on. ”Like you, I guess…. Um, If you come along? If you give him any grief, I’ll yank you off the tour. You have to understand that, okay? I know dames they have they own minds, but on tour like this, he’s the star. I got to keep him going, that ain’t always so easy, dig? If it gets too rough for you, come tell me quick. ‘Cause he gets kinda… Like his freakiness gets worse… there’s been some ugly scenes — I mean, he won’t try to hurt no one… You can’t…”
”What — are you worried about me getting jealous? I don’t. And I’d be stupid to try, with Tracy Bell. I’m not really the first woman you’ve been with since the tour started, am I.”
”Hell no,” he snorted. ”But –,” he added, in a different mood; ”You made it seem that way, baby…”
”Well, you know what, Tony? I never thought to get this much respect in the morning. If I call my friend for you, you better show her a good time, okay?”
”Just you go call her, baby, and let me worry about the good time.”
