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***a note to readers.
Widower’s Walk isn’t going to be ad long a series as my other work, The Eros Plague, and should be wrapping up in the next 2-3 chapters. I love constructive feedback, and I’d love to hear people’s takes on the characters surrounding Wyatt if your muse strikes you to let me know what you think of his ladies.***
The next week, I’d taken Tuesday off to meet with my agent and the prospective publisher. I hadn’t told anyone about it because I’d learned from a long string of disappointments that this was probably another one. We went gone for lunch armed with a stack of pitches, but just one real favourite.
The meeting itself was short, but the lunch was long. The publisher was a young executive at a local house, and she wanted some new blood. The market was overflowing with folks in their seventies and up, and the senior execs were starting to realize that their cash cows would be filling graves and not page counts soon.
And so, a short story writer in his thirties who’d been picking up some steam the last year was an appealing option. A known, but largely untapped quantity whose voice had been drowned out by the presence of bankable modern masters whose decades of bank were starting to look like risk.
I gave her my three favourites, each a five page document outlining the story, its arc and characters, etc, and ran her through the 2-minute pitch on each. She leafed through each and smiled at the right one. “I’ll take these back to my team and let Seth know if we’re interested.”
My agent, Seth, turned to me. A small man with a gigantic personality, and smiled all ears. He was smitten with the publisher, you could tell. I didn’t blame him. She was a looker, reminded me a little bit of Camilla in her visible drive.
Her name was Elsa, a transplant from California if her accent was anything to go by. Her skin tone was a rich light Latin brown, but she had green eyes and Caucasian bone structure, complimented by long hair that was straightened, but was dark, faint highlights in it. I guessed early thirties.
Elsa hadn’t stood up yet, but I clocked a fairly sizeable pair of breasts, a tasteful amount of cleavage peeking out between the undone buttons at the top of her shirt. “Does that sound good,” she asked.
I’d drifted, listening to she and Seth go back and forth, and fallen into my thoughts. Perking up, I pulled my attention back from the space in the wall near her head I’d fixated on, and nodded.
“Sorry, thousand miles away,” I admitted. Seth grabbed my shoulder and laughed.
“All the best ones are a little spacy,” laughing politely, a little too boisterously.
Lunch finally wound down and I headed home after standing silently with Seth to watch Elsa walk out of the upscale restaurant we’d eaten in, wide hips and generous breasts swaying as she walked to the door in a dress that was a scootch too close to evening wear to be appropriate. Seth drooled.
I pushed any fantasies of Elsa from my mind and headed home to write. I had two weeks to brush up manuscripts and send in sample chapters for the three books I’d pitched, and all three needed work.
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The escort next two weeks disappeared. If I wasn’t working, I was writing. Heavy rewrites, artful punch-ups, whole new chapters to connect scattered notes and scraps. All of it.
Baxter and I would go for long walks, working out dialogue and details as he snuffled around, and I let life pretty much fall off for the time being. I put in my hours at work, I managed to scrape by with meetings. Cam eventually pulled me aside the following Wednesday.
“Are you okay? You’ve been a space cadet all week,” genuine concern was etched on her face, and she watched me carefully as I dragged myself into the present. “Wyatt, seriously,” she insisted.
Realizing I was busted, I told her what was going on. She smiled, “why didn’t you tell me, dumbass?”
So I had Thursday and Friday off, something I should’ve done anyway, and I wrote straight through, putting in fourteen hour days as I feverishly worked up sample chapters for three novels.
I knew there was no way in the world that I’d publish all of them, one was a long shot, but this was my chance. I had to try with everything I had. Kay would’ve wanted me to, she would have tied me to my desk.
Seth was calling me non-stop as I printed out the last pages, assembling them into packages by noon on Friday. I finally picked up the phone and pressed it to my ear.
“Wyatt, why aren’t you here with the pages?”
He wasn’t shouting, but he wasn’t asking. He was fully panicked, I could hear him pacing around his office.
“I’m five minutes from my door, Seth, five minutes.”
He insisted on staying on the phone with me the whole ride downtown to his office. Seth faded out as we hit the subway. Baxter leapt into my lap and made eyes at the women on the train while I fought to focus.
Finally, the pages were in Seth’s hands. It would be a couple of weeks until he’d hear back, he assured me, but he had an excited, nervous, air of confidence to him that. I left his office with Baxter prancing happily after being spoiled with attention by Seth’s office, and we wandered through one of the downtown parks surrounded by business suits and startup wonks, and felt painfully alone.
My phone buzzed in my pocket and I glanced at it, Cam checking in. ‘How’d it go? Did you get your chapters in?’
As if he knew it was her, Baxter wuffed at me and put a paw on my foot. I scooped him up and sat down on a bench.
‘Oh yeah, just did. I’m just leaving now. Thank you again for giving me those days. Might not have made it without them.’
Baxter cuddled into my jacket, the November chill catching us both. I watched the three dots pulse on my screen.
‘That’s so great! You must be so excited. You should go celebrate!’
Baxter licked my chin, the three day growth shaved down to the start of a beard that I imagined would make me look more of an author.
‘I was thinking that too.’
I thought about it for a moment, should I chance it? I felt invincible, charged. Fuck it.
‘I’m just over at Adelaide and Spadina, all the patios are heated now, let me buy you a drink to thank you and help me celebrate.’
The pips pulsed escort bayan for a while. Stopped, pulsed again, stopped and went away. Finally, they came back.
‘I’d love to, but I’m meeting Paulo after work at Y Are you married,” Adele asked, clearly looking at my left hand.
Shaking my head, I held it up, the indent of the ring I’d only stopped wearing a couple of months ago still just barely visible. “Nope,” I looked between my fingers, “widower.”
The girls exchanged a glance.
Next thing I knew, I’d paid their bill, and the three of us saw were in a cab on the way to their apartment. Adele ran a hand up and down my thigh while Kristina went a more direct route and tickled my ear with her lips.
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The apartment was a condo, an alcove just to the left of the door an office with a small double bed and a curtain across it, and just a little down the hall the and across a large bathroom with a tub and shower.
On the left was a kitchen area that opened into a small, rectangular dining area and then a carpeted living room space with a big comfy sectional couch that ran from the wall-to-ceiling windows over to the dining area, dividing them with the second half of the couch. A tv was set up on the wall next to a large sliding door that led to a fair-sized bedroom. Kristina pulled pillows off the couch and laid them on the floor while Adele poured vodka tonics that turned out to be triples.
I settled on the floor, back to the couch, Adele across from me with her back to the bedroom, and Kristina with her back to the other part of the couch nearby. Both of them looked bright-eyed and excited.
“So what are the rules,” I asked, taking a sip that was a little too big of my drink, “I haven’t played since high school in the nineties.”
They both laughed and took swigs. Adele piped up, “it’s just the same as when you were in high school, for your turn you choose a truth or a dare, and after, you ask one of us which one we want.”
“Just one little twist,” Kristina added, “if you fail a dare or your answer isn’t true or avoids the truth, you have to take off a piece of clothes. If you do a good job, the asker has to take off theirs.”
Looking down at my pants and sweater, I smiled as I looked the pretty young women I. Front of me, “not sure if I should be glad it’s December, or wish it was summer.”
“Oh!” Adele piped up, “no daring to fuck, or for us to do something to you. You have to win.”
“How do I win,” I asked.
“We have nothing else to take off, and you win a question, silly man,” Kristina teased me.
Interesting. “What does the loser between you two get?”
They laughed and looked at each other, “sloppy seconds,” Kristina giggled, “and she had to clean the condo.”
“If I lose?”
They both rolled their eyes, telling me all I needed to know.
They laughed and tossed their hair. “Truth or dare,” Kristina asked me.
“Mmm, truth,” I answered.
“How long have you been widowed?”
“Almost a year.”
Her socks came off and she wiggled her toes at me.
We went around a few times, nothing crazy, a few little bayan escort flirtations. Kristina admitted that she rented the little office space from Adele, Adele dodged if she and Kristina slept in the big bed together, and I managed to dare them to make out for a minute, a double that ended up with me bare chested.
By that point, Adele was in her long sweater and the bra and panties under it, pulling the sweater down over a smoothly curved ass that I wanted to see more of almost as much as I wanted to play with her tits. Kristina was in her bra, the small handfuls behind it pert, her skirt covering her hips and the leggings she’d been wearing long-since gone. There was a palpable sexual tension in the air as Kristina asked Adele the question.
“Mmm,” Adele rolled on her juicy ass to face Kristina, “I’m tired of truth. Let’s do a dare.”
Kristina lit up, an evil smile on her face, “I dare you to deepthroat his cock. One minute.”
“No, that’s double on me, you know I don’t like doing that, Kristina!”
The blonde shrugged back at her angry friend, “fine, I pay a toll first, and she slipped off her bra, letting her pretty A-cups loose. They weren’t mosquito bites, they’d still jiggle nicely, but oh those pink little nipples, damn. “He can play with them while you suck, išmintinga kalė”
“You’re such a whore,” Adele complained, crawling between my knees, her big tits swaying as her ass swung back and forth behind her. The loose cable-knit sweater didn’t hide much, but I was rock hard watching her tits sway under it as Kristina unzipped me and Adele’s cool hands slipped into my fly to find my hardness ready for her as she dragged my cock out of my pants and looked angrily at her friend, whining as she stroked my steel hard rod “I can’t believe you make me suck him.”
Kristina took me by the back of the head and pulled my mouth to her modest breast. “Do you like,” she asked me as Adele’s warm breath coated my cock as she drooled spit onto my head. A pink nipple was shoved into my mouth as liquid heat engulfed my mushroom tip and Adele’s lips closed beneath its ridge. My cock, inspired by the two young women, tingled, leaping in her mouth, and she let out a little squeal as I sucked the pink nipple presented to me as Kristina panted.
“Get to it or he’ll spurt in your mouth before you get it done, Adi,” Kristina admonished her friend as I mauled her chest.
Adele popped her lips from my cock, whining again, “Krissy, don’t tease, you know I hate the taste. Besides, his head is too big.”
My fingers slipped between Kristina’s thighs as my fingertips danced along the damp lips of her cunny. “No, you have to win it,” she smiled though, and turned to her friend as she struggled with my cock, brown curls bouncing lazily as she lowered her head to me again, hot mouth bathing my head as she grudgingly tried to fulfill the bet, gagging hard as my tip hit the band of her throat.
“Fuck,” Adele cursed, coughing as she rose from my cock to sit on her knees. Kristina pulled back from me, her pert diamond-hard nipples wet with my saliva. “Tu žaidi taip nešvariai, Kristina. Aš tave atgausiu,” she cursed in Lithuanian as she pulled her sweater over her head, revealing an impressive pair of double-ds that bounced heavily in the bra that strained against them. Adele looked at demurely, hefting them, showing off the little Cupid’s heart with an arrow tattooed on her left tit.
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