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This is it for the series, at least for now. I don’t want to come right out and say ‘never’ because everything I do from now on may flop and it’d be nice to have at least a modest hit to lean back on, but this Richie’s final bow for the time being. It’s been fun to write, but all good things must eventually come to an end. I hold no delusions of this series being remembered in a few months, but I’d like to think it did it’s job while it was around. Big thanks to Rich and all who gave me a pat on the back when I was still fumbling around trying to find a way to actually do this shit. Rich is the only one I’ll actually name because he’s the one who really dug his heel in my back and forced me to get better with his taunts of getting to see Liz Phair in concert. I expect my usage of The Datsuns in the story to draw a reaction along the lines of “Oh fuck yeah!” from you Rich. There also blatant references to ‘JOA’ and ‘The Big Time’ to be found, as well as a rather subtle nod to the Natalie Incident.
Any resemblance to events, real or imagined, is entirely coincidental. All characters, even those based on real people are entirely fake. If you feel like you’ve been wronged over the course of this series, then fuck you. Now sit back, watch Richie take his last bow, and please remember to turn off your cell phones so you don’t bother the other people in the theater you insensitive prick.
“I’ve thought about it for a while and I’ve thought about the many miles, but I think its time that I’ve gone away. The feelings that you have for me have gone away its plain to see, and it looks to me that your pulling away.” – The White Stripes ‘I’m Bound To Pack It Up’
Adventures In Radio #12 – New York, New York
“That’s the end of the show for today. I’ll be gone tomorrow and Friday, so Matt will either have to fly solo, or Craig will be filling in for me. I guess you’ll be finding out tomorrow when you turn on your radios, won’t you?” I said into the microphone. “I’d like to thank Sarah Wynter for coming in and giving me hints about what the new season of ’24’ holds. I’d also like to thank her for letting me think that I have a shot with her, but we all know that I really don’t.”
“It’s usually the other way around,” Matt chimed in, thankfully choosing to be discreet by saying it directly into my headphones rather than on the air. “I usually think you have no shot when you actually do. I stopped betting against you after the time Liz Phair was in here.”
“In the producer’s chair today and every day is the guy who grows weed in his basement, Matt Miller. He’s also single now that his girlfriend dumped him for a football player if any of the ladies listening are interested. He’s got a good job, and I’ve been told he looks cute enough. Send him a picture and I’m sure he’ll get right back to you. If he doesn’t, then you’re just not hot enough for him,” I said, glancing over to see Matt giving me the evil eye for bringing the whole topic up on the air. “Well, time to go, so be good everyone. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, and remember to stop drinking after throw up for the third time in one night. The final request of the show comes from Steve over at UCLA. He wants to hear some old school hip hop, so I think I’ll give him some Run DMC. How does ‘Tricky’ sound to you Matt?”
“I think he wants something that he’s not going to hear on another station, so go with Public Enemy,” Matt said.
“Good old Chuck D. I’d play ‘Bring The Noise’ with Anthrax, but Kenny keeps telling me this isn’t a rock station. So I think I’ll give you ‘Fight The Power’ instead,” I said as I loaded the CD.
Pulling my headphones off when the microphones were off, Mat opened the studio door and asked “Why did you bring up my ex-girlfriend on the air? I asked you not to.”
“That’s the problem. If you hadn’t told me, I wouldn’t have been able to use it. Never tell a radio guy anything,” I said, cracking a grin. “Can you give me a ride to the airport later?”
“Yeah, what time?” Matt asked.
“Plane leaves at 5:30, so I’ve got a couple hours to finish packing. Drop by whenever you want. If you’re early, you can drink a beer and bitch at me for not being faster,” I said, patting him on the back as we walked towards the front door of the building.
“I get beer and I get to complain? I just might follow you home to get a head start on the bitching,” Matt said, his mood lightening somewhat from the somber tones of earlier when he’d revealed that his girlfriend had dumped him.
“You can come over any time, but you need to be halfway sober to drive me to the airport. That means I’ll be watching your beer consumption, and you won’t be able to bitch if I’m spending valuable packing time taking beers away from you,” I told him.
“I’ll drop by about 3:30, that way I’ll have plenty of time to bitch and drink your beer. We’ll also be sure to have enough time to get there with the traffic,” he said.
“Sounds like a plan, now I just have to get home and pack,” I said, waving as we went our separate ways to out cars.
Walking in the front door, I thought about how nice it was not to have the cast on any more for the ten millionth time since it’d been taken off. The warning beating and Elisha walking out on me had combined to make me take stock in my life. I had decided that my troubles stemmed from the fact that I couldn’t keep my dick in my pants. Other than the party/orgy at Liz Phair’s house, I had managed to keep my hands to myself and keep little Richie in his hangar. I’d also decided that staying in LA was just going to get me in even more trouble, so I was looking for a way out. I just wanted to put some distance between my troubles and myself.
As I packed, I was flooded with memories of the various celebs that I had somehow conned into fucking me. The way Elisha liked to cuddle or the way that Ashley Scott screamed out her enjoyment. Natalie in my AC/DC t-shirt or Liz Phair in a battered Led Zeppelin shirt after she’d cranked up the volume of her moans so Matt could hear them on the other end of the phone. Mandy deep throating me in an alley in Vegas to the fuckfest of just a couple weeks ago. They all left me with great memories, but I had come to the realization that they were just hollow memories about nothing but lust.
I was heading for a very melancholy state of mind, so I took a break to grab a beer out of the fridge. Popping the cap off of a bottle of Heineken, I took a long swig of beer and went back to packing. Rummaging through my closet, I found the heaviest coat I had and tossed it into my suitcase. I was probably going to freeze my ass off anyway, but it was better than the flannel shirts I was used to wearing in the winter.
The final piece of clothing, a pair of black jeans, was being tossed into the suitcase when the phone rang. Picking it up, I asked “Hello?”
“Hi Richie, just calling to make sure you’re still coming to see me tonight,” came a woman’s voice on the other end.
“My flight leaves here at 5:30,” I answered. “Remember to pick me up.”
“I’ve been trying to get you to come visit for months, I’m not going to forget,” she pointed out.
“Just making sure to remind you Anna,” I said, grinning.
“That’s Ms. Paquin to you,” Anna responded, deepening her voice to make herself sound more authoritative.
“I don’t call anyone that watches Kevin Smith movies more often than I do by their last names,” I replied.
“You’re just jealous that I can recite large chunks of ‘Jay And Silent Bob Strike Back’ and you can’t,” she said, rubbing my nose in it.
“Talk to me when you can tell me what’s in the briefcase in ‘Pulp Fiction’, then I’ll christen you geek queen,” I retorted. Hearing a knock on the door, I covered the mouth piece on the phone and hollered “Come in.”
“You ready to go yet butt munch?” Matt asked, walking through the door.
“Yeah, grab a beer while I finish this call,” I told him.
“I can wait just as long as you can,” Matt said, reverting to whistling ‘Ring Of Fire’ by Johnny Cash as he grabbed a beer out of the fridge.
“Who’s that?” Anna inquired.
“That’s Matt. He’s driving me to the airport,” I answered.
“I guess I’ll let you go then. I was just making sure you didn’t forget about me,” Anna said.
“I don’t think anyone has ever forgotten about you,” I said honestly. “You’re the kind of woman that lingers in a guy’s soul for years whether he wants you to or not.”
“I bet you say that to all the girls,” she said, and I could tell by her voice that she was blushing on the other end of the phone.
“Only the ones that really deserve it,” I quipped. Glancing over, I could see Matt sitting on the couch rolling his eyes at me.
“I’ll see you in a few hours,” she said.
“OK, see you then,” I agreed and then hung up.
“Dude, I was about to be sick listening to that shit,” Matt said.
“That’s funny cause I was about to be sick a couple weeks ago when you were doing the same thing with your ex,” I cracked.
“Fuck you,” Matt said, letting me know that I had hit a very sore spot.
Walking into my bedroom, I grabbed my bag off the bed and walked back out. “Lets go so we make sure the traffic doesn’t tie us up any longer than necessary.”
Tipping his beer back, Matt drained the last of it in one big gulp. Burping loudly, he said “Shit, I needed that.”
“The beer or the belch?” I asked, opening to door to get outside in case he decided to let out another ear splitting belch.
“Both, but mostly the beer,” he answered, following me outside.
“Then take the rest of the beer with you. I won’t be here for a few days, and you obviously need it more than me right now,” I offered.
“I never pass up free beer,” Matt said, going back into the house. He emerged a few seconds later carrying what was left of the twelve pack that had been in the fridge.
Locking the front door, I stopped to think that my time there was just about up. Turning on my heels, I followed Matt to his car. Sliding into the passenger side seat, I set my bag on the floor between my feet and watched my house slip away into memory.
“So you’re leaving?” Matt asked pulling into the unloading zone out front of the airport.
“I’m just interviewing for a job in New York, but yeah, probably,” I answered.
“What about Elisha?” He asked.
“It seems I fucked that up, so there’s nothing really holding me here other than family. The job in New York would be a step up the ladder for my career, so there’s no point in saying ‘no’ if they offer it to me,” I said.
“You’re gone then,” Matt said.
“What?” I asked.
“I’ve heard through the grapevine that just about every station in the company has an eye on you. They haven’t approached you directly because of company politics. They don’t want to be accused of raiding one of their own stations, you know,” he explained. “They’ve been sitting back waiting for some sign that you wanted a change, and now you’ve supplied them with that sign. They want you, so they won’t let you come back here without doing everything they can to make sure you take the job.”
“How do you know all this?” I asked, not sure if I liked being the center of such attention.
“Like I said, I’ve heard some rumblings. Why else would stations in Boston and New York make sure that we got a listing of jobs available there? They sure as hell don’t want Craig,” he said, making a very valid point. Giving me a hug, he said “I’ll miss you man.”
“Dude, not in front of the cult members,” I said, nodding my head at the guys in robes selling flowers and passing out pamphlets by the doors.
“Sorry, I forgot where we were,” he apologized.
“I’ll be back in a couple days. Even if they hire me on the spot, I’ll still have to come back and get everything packed up. You can hug me goodbye then,” I said as I got out of the car and headed for the entrance.
“I’ll hold down the fort for you while you’re gone. I’ll even try to sleep with a few of the guests like you would,” he called after me.
Waving at him, I made my way to the security checks. Standing in line to go through the metal detectors, I cursed the idiots who were running them. After several attempts at walking through the metal detectors myself, they finally figured out that one of those idiots running it was sticking his watch through every time I stepped through and setting it off. Collecting my stuff, I made my way to the gate.
Boarding the plane, I found myself sitting next to the window right behind the wing. This, of course, immediately brought Liz Phair’s ‘Stratford On Guy’ into my head.
“I was flying into Chicago at night, watching the lake turn the sky into blue-green smoke. The sun was setting to the left of the plane, and the cabin was filled with an unearthly glow. In 27-D, I was behind the wing, watching landscape roll out, like credits on a screen. The earth looked like it was lit from within, like a poorly assembled electrical ball as we moved out of the farmlands, into the grid. The plan of the city was all that you saw, and all of these people sitting totally still as the ground raced beneath them, thirty thousand feet down. It took an hour, maybe a day,” I sang quietly to myself to take my mind off of the plane’s take off.
Touching down in New York, I grabbed my bag out of the overhead compartment and got off the plane. I even managed to suppress the urge to beat the shit out of the flight attendants standing there saying ‘Buh bye, buh bye” like David Spade in the old ‘Saturday Night Live’ skits.
Stepping out into the airport, I looked around and spotted Anna off to the side. She was standing there wearing a chauffeur’s uniform complete with sunglasses, holding up a sign that said ‘TOZIER’. She didn’t have the hat, but her dark hair was pulled back into a pony tail. Smiling at her sense of humor, I decided to play along with the joke.
“I’m Mr. Tozier,” I said, standing in front of her.
“Follow me sir,” she beckoned me, pulling her sunglasses down her nose and giving me a wink.
Nodding, I followed her, trying to keep a straight face at having a celebrity pretending to be my driver. When we emerged from the building into the rain, she made her way over to a stretch limousine and I thought for a minute that she had gone the extra mile and was actually going to drive me around. Instead, she opened the door for me and then climbed into the back after me.
Picking up the phone on the wall, she spoke into it “Lets go.”
“Do you make a habit of picking everyone up like that?” I asked her when the limo pulled out into traffic.
“No, I just thought I’d mess with you a bit,” she said, grinning.
“Did you tell the driver to take me to my hotel?” I asked.
“No, because you’re staying with me. You came to visit me, so I’m going to monopolize as much of your time as I can,” she replied, taking off her jacket.
“Well, you’ve managed to kidnap me, you’ve got me in a limo, now what are you going to do to me? Are you planning on sexually assaulting me while you’re at it? Because that would be sweet,” I said.
“I was thinking about it,” she casually said.
“You better hurry up and decide, because I just might resist,” I said, looking out the window at the lights as the city rushed past in the dark.
“You’d resist me?” She asked, draping one leg over mine.
“I’ve done dumber stuff than that,” I answered, putting a hand on her knee.
“Then I should make sure you don’t get the chance to resist,” she said, grabbing my chin and turning my head to face her. Her other hand was unbuttoning her shirt and I could see the cleft of her cleavage peering out at me over the buttons that she’d already undone.
“I’d help you, but I’m supposed to be resisting,” I said, unable to take my eyes off the smooth skin being unveiled before me. Another button came undone and I could see a light green bra hugging her ample breasts.
“I like a challenge,” she said, undoing the last button and pulling her shirt apart.
Her flat stomach looked so inviting in the light inside the car. Arching her back to lift her butt off the seat, she unzipped her pants and slid them down over her hips to reveal a pair of panties that matched the bra. Kicking off her shoes, she pushed the pants down over her feet.
“How much time do we have?” I asked her, idly stroking the inside of the thigh that was still draped over my legs.
“Why, are you done resisting already?” She asked, pressing her tits together. Easing the pressure on them, the clasp on her bra came apart.
“No, but my will is certainly weakening,” I answered, moving my hand further up her thigh until my fingers were pressed against her panties.
“Then maybe this will break you,” she said, pulling the cups of her bra away from her breasts.
Nodding silently, I worked a finger along her slit through her panties. She gasped as I pressed inward and felt the lips of her pussy wrap around the sides of my finger.
Sliding off the seat, she pulled her panties down and told me “Come on, we don’t have much time.”
Watching her lie down on the floor, I kicked on my shoes. Without wasting any time, I pulled my pants down to my knees and slipped onto the floor between her legs in one motion.
“Give it to me,” she said softly, lifting her legs up into the air.
“It’s been a couple weeks, so don’t expect a marathon,” I warned her, grabbing my cock. Guiding it towards her cunt, I dragged it along her slit to moisten the tip.
“I don’t care, just fuck me,” she said breathlessly.
With that, I pressed my dick against her. I could feel her pussy opening up to my invasion as I worked my way into her. When I was all the way in to the hilt, I grabbed her legs and draped them over my shoulders.
Hunching down over her, I pulled out of her. When drove back into her, she let out a whoosh of air. The car was soon filled with the sounds of passion as I fucked her with reckless abandon.
“Oh yeah,” she moaned, her mouth forming an ‘O’ of pleasure.
The sight of her writhing underneath me was almost too much for me to take. I had to slow down to keep from blowing my load in under a minute.
“Don’t slow down,” she hissed. “We’re almost to my place and I don’t want to have the door open while I’ve got my tits out.”
Picking the pace back up, I grinned to myself about the absurdity of having a beautiful woman begging me to cum as quickly as possible. Even during quickies they generally want you last.
After a couple minutes, I could feel the tightness of her pussy taking it’s toll on my recently dormant sex drive. Driving myself into her one last time, I grunted as I came deep into her pussy.
“Fuck,” she gasped, a minor orgasm coming over her at the same time.
“You really know how to break down a guy’s defenses,” I said, pulling out of her.
“We’ll have more time later,” she promised me, buttoning her shirt back up. “This was just to take the edge off a little.”
“Who’s edge were we taking off, mine or yours?” I asked, pulling my pants back up.
“Both,” she answered, kissing me on the cheek.
By the time the car stopped, we had both gotten our clothes back on and straightened out. She was cozying up against my shoulder when the driver opened the door for us.
Stepping out, I reached back and took her hand to help her out. Anna opened her purse and tipped the driver before leading me up to her apartment building. The moment I saw a doorman open the door, I knew I wasn’t going to be walking into any ordinary building.
Stepping inside, I could see that everything was done very lushly yet very tastefully at the same time. From the red carpet and hanging chandeliers in the lobby to the quaint antique looking elevator, it all screamed expensive but wasn’t gaudy enough to make the head of a commoner like me hurt just looking at it.
Taking my hand, she led me to the elevator. Closing the iron grate, she pushed a button and the elevator moved up with a soft hum of chains and machinery. The elevator looked old, but the low noise level exposed the fact that it was painstakingly well maintained.
When the lift stopped, she opened the doors and led me out into a long hallway with only four doors, two on each side. While she dug in her purse, I took the time to gaze dumbly at the luxury all around me. The walls were painted a deep, almost crimson, red in contrast with the spotless white carpeting that covered the floor of the hall.
I was snapped out of my trance by Anna tugging on my hand and pulling me towards the second door on the right side of the hall. Slipping her key into the lock, she turned it and opened the door.
Stepping past her into the open doorway, I was greeted by the sight of an apartment that belonged to a true geek. Movie posters lined the walls with the occasional music poster mixed in. There were posters for everything from old movies like ‘My Fair Lady’ and ‘Psycho’ to newer movies like ‘Mallrats’ and ‘Army Of Darkness’. Most of them were framed, but a few were tacked to the wall without any covering.
“Oh my god,” I said, my eyes widening as I took the whole thing in.
“You like it?” She asked, tossing her keys in a dish on the table next to the door.
“Are you kidding? I think I’m in the middle of a wet dream,” I answered, trying valiantly to not let the place overwhelm me in it’s geekiness. “You’ve got the kind of place I’ve always wanted.”
When I saw the shelves of movies, I felt dizzy and almost passed out from seeing literally thousands of movies in neat alphabetical order just waiting for me to watch them. Flipping through them, I recognized most of the titles but there were some that were obscure enough that I was almost sure that she was one of only a handful of people that knew they even existed. Most of them were on VHS, but a large chunk were on DVD with some duplicates that she’d probably bought on video and liked enough to upgrade to disc.
“Thanks, I just moved in a few months ago. I saw the place and started picturing where my posters would go and knew I had to have it,” she said, straightening one of the posters on the wall.
“I didn’t know ‘Citizen Kane’ was available on DVD,” I said, pulling it off the shelf.
“I’ve got my sources,” she said in a conspiratorial tone.
“I could watch movies in here for months without having to repeat anything,” I marveled, turning away from the shelves before I got overly excited.
“If you got the job here, then you’d be able to drop by and watch them,” she pointed out.
“Don’t say that. If I start, I won’t be able to stop. Next thing you know you’ll have a sleep deprived DJ sitting on your couch for days on end muttering ‘Hail to the king baby’ in his movie induced daze,” I said.
“I’ve been known to do that too. In between movies I like to plant myself on the couch and watch Audrey Hepburn movies until I pass out from exhaustion,” she said, grinning at me.
“Crap,” I said, looking at the clock on the wall. “My interview’s at 10 in the morning and it’s almost midnight. I really should be going to sleep.”
“The bedroom’s through there,” she said, pointing to a door on the opposite side of the room. “The door next to it is the bathroom.”
“You coming, or should I start without you?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I’ll be there in a minute,” she said. “I just to clean up a little.”
Looking around, I could see that the place was almost spotless. Yawning, I said “OK, but don’t take too long. I’m starting to feel the jet lag.”
“I won’t be long,” she promised, heading into the kitchen.
Yawning again, I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth and go to the bathroom. When that was done, I grabbed my bag and went into the bedroom. Turning on the light, I noticed posters from Anna’s own movies adorning the walls. Glancing around, I noticed that she had pictures of people that she’d worked with taped to her mirror. Perusing them, the one that made me laugh was one of Anna and Rachael Leigh Cook making faces at the camera.
“Must have been from the set of ‘She’s All That’,” I muttered to myself.
Stripping down to my boxers, I crawled into her big bed. I tried waiting for Anna, but the bed was so comfortable that my eyes closed and I fell asleep almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.
+ * + * +
“Wake up Richie,” I heard through the fog of sleep. Opening my eyes, I felt Anna shaking me awake.
“What?” I asked, still half asleep. Rolling over, I saw her wearing just a long t-shirt and holding onto a towel.
“I thought I should wake you up before I took my shower. I brought you some coffee if you want it,” she said, smiling down on me as she pointed at a cup sitting on the night stand.
“Thank you,” I said, sitting up. Picking up the coffee mug, I took a sip and felt my body already responding to the caffeine.
I heard the shower start in the next room as I climbed out of bed. Still holding onto the mug, I felt the chill of the morning settle onto me despite the warmth of the apartment.
“I’m going to freeze my ass off this winter if I get this job,” I grumbled, pulling on a pair of sweat pants.
I was taking the last sip of coffee when Anna bounded back into the room, entirely too chipper for being so early. She was wearing a green silk robe that hung down to her knees and really complemented her dark hair. The smile on her face must have been contagious because I felt my own mouth start to curl into a grin.
“Your turn in the shower,” she said cheerfully, rummaging around in her closet.
“What’s your plan for the day?” I asked her.
“I’ve got classes this morning, and then I was thinking about doing some shopping,” she answered, still far too jolly for morning.
“Want me to call you when I’m done with my interview?” I asked, walking to the bedroom door.
“Sure, we can shop for movies together,” she said, untying her robe.
I wanted to tell her that she already had enough to make a Blockbuster outlet look understocked, but I decided that you don’t tell a movie geek that they already have enough movies. Instead, I took a lingering look at her naked body, almost shimmering from the thin layer of moisture clinging to her skin, before leaving the room.
I was in the middle of my shower when Anna opened the door and said “I’m leaving. I left a key on the table by the door for you. Make sure to lock up when you go.”
“Okay, have fun at school,” I replied.
When I was done with my shower, I toweled myself off. Wrapping the towel around my waist, I sauntered out of the bathroom feeling much better since I’d had a cup of coffee and a nice hot shower. Walking into the bedroom, I pulled a pair of black slacks and a solid white button down shirt out of my bag. Getting dressed, I looked myself over in the mirror and was surprised that I didn’t look half bad.
Leaving the apartment, I made sure to lock the door and made my way down the stairs since I didn’t feel like taking the elevator. Entering the lobby, I was struck once more by the appropriateness of everything.
“Good morning,” the doorman greeted me, opening the door for me.
“Good morning to you too,” I returned. Holding out my hand, I introduced myself “I’m Richie.”
“I’m not really supposed to say much to the tenants or their guests,” he said.
“I won’t tell anyone. I have to wait for a taxi, so you’d just be keeping me company,” I told him.
“In that case, my name’s Brian,” he said, finally taking my extended hand with a firm grip.
“Good morning Brian,” I said, shaking his hand. “You must get to meet a lot of beautiful women working a building like this.”
“Most of them don’t talk to me very much, but I love the summer. You see all these hot pieces of ass walking around in tube tops and short skirts. I’ve seen quite a few tits pop out right in front of me,” he replied, grinning.
“I’m from LA, so I get to see women dressed like that almost all year,” I said. Pulling my thin coat tighter to me, I shivered from the cold. “I’m not sure I can handle this weather.”
“This is pretty light actually. Wait until winter when the storms start piling snow on. A Californian like you would probably feel like someone dropped him into the Arctic circle,” he said.
“Shit, don’t tell me that,” I said, wincing at the thought of snow.
“That must be for you,” he said, nodding his head at the cab that was pulling up to the curb in front of the building.
“If it’s not, I’m taking it anyway,” I said, moving quickly toward the curb. Opening the door of the cab, I called back “Nice meeting you Brian.”
“Nice meeting you too,” he responded, waving as I climbed into the back seat of the taxi.
As the cab pulled away from the curb, the driver asked with an Italian accent “Where to?”
I gave him the address of the station I was going to be interviewed at and watched with nervous anticipation as the buildings moved past. My entire life was on the verge of a major change, and I felt a certain sense of relief that it was almost done with.
When the cab stopped in front of the station, I got out. Stepping up to the window, I counted out the money for the ride and then tossed in an extra bill for a tip. Before I could step back from the car, someone else jumped in and the cab pulled away.
“Can I help you?” The receptionist at the front desk asked as I walked into the building.
“Yeah, I’m here to see Mr. Johnson,” I answered.
“And your name is?” She asked.
“Richie Tozier. My appointment’s at 10,” I supplied.
“Oh yes, he’s expecting you,” she said. Pointing down a hallway, she said “First door on your left.”
“Thank you,” I nodded, and walked over to the door she had indicated.
On the door was a nameplate that read ‘Robert Johnson, Station Manager’. I knocked on the door and a tall, thin black man that looked to be in his early forties opened it.
“You must be Mr. Tozier,” he said.
When I nodded that I was, he shook my hand and motioned me into his office. Sitting down in the chair on the other side of his desk, I felt my nerves about ready to burst.
“Can I get you something to drink?” He asked, sitting down at his desk.
“Maybe some water,” I answered.
“Delores, can I get a cup of coffee for me and water for Mr. Tozier?” He asked, speaking into the intercom.
“As you probably already know, we’re a talk radio station. The format is called ‘General Talk’, but that just means that we deal with more than just one format. Some stations like to call themselves ‘News and Information’ or whatever, but I don’t put much stock into format titles,” he said.
Already I could tell that I liked him. He didn’t seem like the kind of guy that would bullshit you and speak in euphemisms. He was the kind of guy that would tell you to go fuck yourself to your face if he had a problem with you. I always preferred that kind of person.
“Our entertainment DJ just left for another company, so I’ve got a hole in my schedule to fill as soon as possible. Everyone I’ve talked to says that you’re my kind of guy,” he said.
“Thank you,” I said, blushing slightly at the compliment.
Just then the door opened and the receptionist came in with a bottle of water in one hand a cup of coffee in the other. She smiled at me as she handed me my water.
“Thank you Delores,” Mr. Johnson said, smiling warmly at her when took the coffee from her.
“Can I get you anything else?” She asked both of us. When we both shook out heads, she turned and walked out the door.
“You seemed a little surprised when I answered the door. Was it the fact that I’m black that got you?” He asked, catching me off guard with the question. Breaking into a laugh at my discomfort, he said “Not too many brothers make it this far.”
“Truthfully, I was shocked that you opened the door yourself. Every station manager I’ve met likes to pretend to be working hard when they hear a knock on the door. That way they can act like they’re being inconvenienced by you,” I said.
“I remember that from my days as a DJ,” he nodded. “I’m not going to dance around the issue like most of my colleagues would. The job is yours if you want it.”
“Can I take a day or two to think about it?” I asked him.
“Certainly, but I need to know by Sunday. I’ve got someone filling in for the time being, but I’d like to have you in and ready to go as soon as possible,” he said.
“What about salary?” I asked.
“We can talk about that when you accept the job, but I think it’s safe to say that it’s more than you’re making now,” he answered.
“I’ll think about it and let you know,” I said, standing up.
“That’s all I can ask for,” he said, standing and holding out his hand.
I shook his hand and left his office seriously thinking about whether I wanted to be in New York or if I was just trying to run from my problems in LA. Stepping outside, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed Anna’s cell phone number.
“Hi, this is Anna. Please leave a message and I’ll call you back,” came her voice mail message on the other end.
“Hi Anna, it’s Richie. I just got done with my interview. I guess I’ll go back to your place. See you later,” I said, hanging up the phone.
I caught a cab, but stopped at the store to buy some beer before going back to Anna’s building. I waved at Brian as he opened the door for me and I was in such a good mood from the interview that I slipped him a beer on my way past. He looked surprised, but winked as he thrust it into one of the pockets in his jacket.
Upstairs in the apartment, I put all of the beer except one in the fridge. Cracking open the beer I’d kept out, I wandered into the main part of the apartment. Flipping through Anna’s movies, I pulled out an old kung-fu movie that I’d never even heard of. Popping it into the DVD player, I sat down on the couch to drink my beer and watch the movie on her big screen TV.
“Gotta hand it to you Anna, you got taste,” I said to myself, raising my beer up as the action unfolded. I was impressed that she had a subtitled version instead of one of the all too prevalent dubbed versions.
I was in the middle of a scene where a bunch of guys were kicking the crap out of each other when Anna walked through the door. Turning away from the screen, I looked over just as she was setting her purse down on the table by the door looking tired. She had on a pair of jeans and a gray turtleneck sweater.
“Hey there,” she said, leaning over the back of the couch. “How’d your interview go?”
“You mean other than the part where they offered me the job?” I sarcastically asked.
“They did? That’s great,” she said, giving me a hug. “Did you take it?”
“He gave me the weekend to think about it, but I’ll probably take it,” I answered.
“This calls for a celebration,” she said, still hugging me from behind. “Lets go out to lunch and then we can have some hot sex.”
“How about we have the hot sex first, and then go out to lunch,” I countered, pulling her over the back of the couch so she was laying on her back with her feet up in the air.
“Put a coaster under that beer and we’ll talk,” she said, pointing at my beer dripping beads of condensation onto her coffee table.
“Where are they?” I asked, looking around. By the time I looked back over at her, she was holding one out to me. Taking it from her, I lifted my beer up and slipped it under the bottle. “Is that better?”
“Much,” she agreed, a grin spreading across her face.
“Now where were we?” I asked, leaning down so my face was inches from hers.
“I think there was talk of hot sex or something like that,” she answered, grabbing the back of my head and pulling me down for a kiss.
Breaking the kiss, I grabbed her legs and pulled them across me so she was fully laying down on the couch except for her legs across my lap. Before she was fully settled into her new position, she was reaching up to grab the collar of my shirt and pull me back down. Feeling her tongue pressing against my lips, I parted them and drew her tongue into my mouth.
Her hands were running through my hair as her tongue explored my mouth. She was attacking my mouth with urgency as the passion built up inside her.
Sliding my hand down her side, I reached her waist and searched for the button on her jeans. Finding it, I deftly unbuttoned with one hand. Slipping my hand under the waist of her jeans, I felt the warmth of her pussy through her panties. Moving the material of her panties to the side, I slithered a finger along her bare slit.
“Uhh,” she moaned into my mouth, arching her back to press her crotch against my finger.
“Are you sure you don’t want lunch first?” I asked, breaking the kiss. Seeing the look of desperation and lust on her face, I said “I’ll take that as a no.”
“Lunch can wait,” she said, her voice low and husky. Her chest was heaving under the sweater from her arousal.
Unzipping her pants, I tugged them down over her hips and watched a pair of dark green panties come into view. When I had her pants around her ankles, I pulled them the rest of the way off and tossed them over the back of the sofa.
Lifting up her legs, I slid out from under her and off the couch. Running my hands over her smooth stomach, I hooked my fingers into the waistband of Anna’s panties and tugged. As I pulled them down her legs, I watched her bite her lower lip in anticipation. Smirking down at her when I had fully removed her panties, I held them up in triumph.
Sitting up, she grabbed her panties out of my hand and tossed them over the back of the couch where her jeans had disappeared to. Grabbing the bottom of her sweater, she pulled it up. It seemed to catch on something because she struggled to get it over her head. Fighting the sweater hard, she finally got it loose and tossed it away.
I sat back on my feet and watched her take off her bra, leaving her naked in front of me. I drank her body in with unfettered lust as I looked her over. Her dark hair hung down in front of her shoulders and covered her breasts as she reached out for me.
Grabbing the front of my shirt, she frantically tried to unbutton it. That not being quick enough for her, she yanked it open in her haste sending buttons flying in all directions. She giggled when she heard one of the buttons bounce off my beer bottle with a dull plink.
Shrugging off my shirt, I stood up and unfastened my pants. Kicking off my shoes, I dropped my pants to the ground. Before I could step out of my pants, Anna reached out and grabbed my boxers. Being pulled towards her, I kicked my way out of my pants so I wouldn’t trip on them.
When I was standing in front of her, Anna unceremoniously tugged them down. My cock sprang out at her and she reeled back slightly at the unexpected movement. Sliding her legs off the couch, she turned so she was facing me.
Stepping out of my boxers, I suddenly felt like a jackass standing there in just my socks. The feeling was fleeting though as Anna grabbed the base of my cock and slowly stroked the length of it. Leaning her head forward, she took the head of my dick in her mouth. Still stroking the shaft, she sucked and swirled her tongue around the head.
Running my hands through her hair, I reveled in the feeling of her mouth on my cock. Applying gentle pressure to the back of her head, I coaxed her to take more of my into her. As more of my cock disappeared into her mouth, I groaned.
Drops of her saliva were coursing down my shaft as her blow job got sloppier by the second. When she had as much of my cock in her mouth as she was going to get, she worked her way back up to head. Anna increased the speed of her mouth sliding up and down my shaft so fast that my knees were starting to feel weak from the pleasure.
When I stopped her, she looked up at me questioningly. Before she could speak, I dropped to my knees in front of her. Parting her legs, I traced my fingers up the inside of her thighs. Reaching her pussy, I traced the outline of her lower lips with my index finger. Spreading her cunt lips apart, I delighted in the sight of her juices already leaking out to signal her arousal.
“Ooh,” she moaned when I slipped the tip of a finger inside her.
Pulling the fingertip back out, I ran it along her slit to gather up some of the moisture. Locating her clit, I rubbed it drawing a low rumble from her throat. Sliding a finger of my other hand into her, I worked her over with dexterity that I only seem to be able to get when I’m performing on a woman
“Uhh,” Anna groaned, scrunching her hips at my hand.
Seeing that her climax was close, I slowed down to prolong her climb as long as possible. Just before her orgasm hit, I stopped completely and pulled her down onto the floor with me.
She had been so close to release that she pushed me down onto my back and clambered on top of me. Without even waiting for me to get comfortable, she grabbed my cock and lined it up with her opening. Dropping herself down on to my cock in one motion, her body shuddered at the intrusion.
“Fuck,” I groaned at the sudden penetration. Her pussy was wrapped around me like a glove and it was all I could do to stop myself from grabbing her ass and driving upward like a hammer over and over again.
Instead, Anna leaned over me and started fucking herself with my cock like a mad woman. Pressing her chest to mine, she covered my mouth with hers. Her nipples felt like bullets poking me as she slid her cunt up and down my cock.
The intensity of her movements was mind blowing as she sought her elusive orgasm. When it finally hit her, her whole body shook and I could see her eyes roll into the back of her head with it’s power.
Gritting my teeth, I somehow managed to stave off my own climax. When she started coming back down, I made soft thrusts up into her.
Straightening up on top of me, she started to ride me much softer. The heated passion of a few moments earlier was suddenly replaced by a more delicate intimacy. The contrast was almost enough to make me wonder if it was the same woman.
With this new pace, I was better equipped to last. Finally after about fifteen minutes, her pace picked up once more as she approached another orgasm. This time, when the release washed over her she moaned her contentment.
With her second climax, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold off. Grabbing her ass, I drove myself into her as hard as I could. Each thrust prolonged her ecstasy until I pushed in one final time and shot my load into her hot pussy.
“We can go to lunch now if you want,” Anna murmured, still laying on top me.
“We could, but it’d be kind of hard for me to get up with you on top of me like this,” I replied, stroking her hair.
“Does that mean you want me to get up?” She asked.
“No, but we do need to eat,” I answered.
“Then I should get up now or we’ll be here all day,” she said, still making no move to get off of me.
When she felt my stomach rumble hungrily underneath her, she finally slid off me. Moving around the couch, she gathered her clothes and started pulling them on. When she was dressed, I sat up and grabbed my own clothes.
“I think you’re going to need a new shirt,” she giggled, watching me try to button my now button-less shirt.
“Yeah, but it was worth it to watch you tear it off me,” I said, taking the shirt back off as I walked towards the bedroom. Stopping in the doorway, I turned to her and said “Let me grab a different shirt and we’ll go.”
“I need to fix my hair anyway,” she said, patting her tousled hair.
“I think it looks great, but that may be because I know how it got that way,” I said, breaking into a grin before turning and closing the door behind me.
Digging around in my bag, I pulled out a black button down shirt. I was buttoning it up as I walked out of the bedroom. Glancing around the room, I didn’t see Anna any where. Picking my beer up off the table, I took the last couple drinks while I waited.
“Ready?” Anna asked, emerging from the bathroom.
“Yeah, where do you want me to put this?” I asked, holding the bottle up.
“Put it in the bag of bottles and cans in the kitchen, silly,” she answered. “It’s under the sink next to the garbage can.”
“Okay, let me get rid of it and we can go,” I said, already moving towards the kitchen.
Opening the cupboard under the sink, I saw that everything was neatly arranged in alphabetical order. Depositing the bottle in the bag, I moved the carpet cleaner over by the spot remover just to see if she’d notice.
“You did something in there didn’t you?” She asked, seeing the grin on my face when I emerged from the kitchen.
“What makes you say that?” I asked, trying to put on a straight face.
“That stupid grin on your face,” she answered, her eyes narrowing as she tried to read me.
“I just had sex,” I stated matter of factly, pulling my coat on. “You should know, you were there. You’ve got a stupid grin on your face too in case you hadn’t noticed.”
“That must be it,” she said, the look on her face letting me know that she wasn’t fully convinced though.
As we rode the elevator down to the lobby, she kept studying my face still trying to figure out what I’d done while I was in the kitchen. Opening the gate of the lift, I said “You’re not going to figure it out.”
“Figure what out?” She asked, pretending that she wasn’t working on some grand mystery.
“Whatever it is you think I did,” I answered, grinning extra big for her benefit.
Grabbing my arm, she led me to the front door and said “I’ll figure it out, and then I’ll make you pay.”
“Sounds like fun,” I said, rubbing my hands together at the thought of what she had in store for me.
Laughing, she said “It’ll be fun alright. Maybe not for you, but for me it definitely will be.”
“So, where are you taking me for lunch?” I asked, changing the subject.
“There’s a nice restaurant around the corner,” she answered, whisking me down the street.
When we reached the corner, she turned and dragged me down the new street. A couple blocks down, she stopped me. Looking at the building in front of me, I noticed that we were standing in front of an Italian restaurant that looked very quiet and subdued from the outside.
“It looks nice, good thing you’re paying,” I said, holding the door open for her.
“I paid last time. I thought it was your turn this time,” she said, sweeping past me into the restaurant.
“Yeah, but you make more money than I do,” I protested.
“It’s not my fault you chose radio over acting,” she shrugged.
Seeing the hostess, Anna held up two fingers. As the hostess led us to our table, I saw that the place was dimly lit and very elegant. The tables were filled primarily with couples talking in hushed tones over plates of pasta.
“Can I get you something to drink?” The hostess asked, sitting us at a table in a dark corner. The only light seemed to be coming from the candle sitting in the middle of the table.
“We’ll take a bottle of wine,” Anna answered, sliding into her chair.
“This is going to cost me a fortune,” I whispered to her.
“It’s not that bad. It’s pretty reasonable for the atmosphere,” she replied, grinning at me. “This makes us even for whatever you did in the kitchen.”
“You don’t even know if I did anything in the kitchen,” I reminded her.
“Oh, I know you did something. I just don’t know what,” she said, leaning forward.
When the waitress appeared with our wine, she popped the cork and poured a little in my glass. Looking up to see the waitress standing there expectantly, I looked at the small amount of wine in my glass and then glanced at Anna as if to ask what I was supposed to do.
“She wants you to taste the wine,” Anna supplied.
“Oh, right,” I said, picking up my glass. Trying to recall movie scenes that I’d seen of people tasting wine, I ran the glass under my nose. Swirling the wine around in the bottom of my glass, I took a sip and immediately knew I wasn’t sampling cheap wine. I’m not a wine connoisseur by any stretch, but I know when I’m tasting quality.
When I nodded my approval, the waitress filled both of our glasses. Setting the bottle in the middle of the table, she went off to check on one of her other tables.
“This is good,” Anna said, tasting the wine.
“I’m going to have to take out a second mortgage on my house just to afford this lunch,” I groaned, picking up my menu and seeing the prices.
“I’ll pay,” Anna offered, picking up her own menu.
“No, you paid last time,” I said, waving off her offer.
“Then stop complaining,” she said, taking another drink of wine.
“I’m a born complainer. It’s what I do best,” I said.
“No, I’ve seen what you do best,” she said, giving me a wink just in case I might have missed her implication.
I opened my mouth to respond, but the waitress came back to take our orders before I could speak. Anna ordered the vegetarian lasagna while I went for the fettuccine alfredo.
“Can we get some bread?” Anna asked before the waitress could get away.
“Thank you, I’m hungry now and I’ll be ravenous before our food gets here,” I told Anna after the waitress had returned with the bread. My stomach growled it’s thanks as well as I tore into a piece of bread.
“You looked like you were ready to eat the tablecloth,” Anna said, tittering at my plight.
“Buy the lady a rose?” A woman asked from out of nowhere.
“I would, but she’s being stubborn right now,” I said, shooting Anna a look of mock exasperation.
“Maybe she wouldn’t be so stubborn if you bought her a flower,” the lady persisted.
“This better work,” I said, paying for a rose. Grabbing a red one from the lady’s basket, I handed it across the table to Anna.
“You’re so getting lucky tonight,” Anna said, lifting the rose so she could smell it.
“Works every time,” the flower lady said, apparently satisfied that she’d saved me.
When she was gone, I asked Anna “Do you think we should let her know that I was going to buy one anyway?”
“No, let her think she saved your hide,” Anna replied. “Thank you for the flower. Red means passion.”
“She only had red and white,” I shrugged. “White means friendship if memory serves, and you don’t want to be my friend. Just ask Matt what being my friend gets you. It just means I rub your nose in the fact that I’m going to spend the weekend in New York with one of the X-Men.”
“It better not be Hugh Jackman, because he’s mine,” Anna said, giggling as she set the rose down next to her plate.
“Mental note to self: Don’t let Anna anywhere near Hugh Jackman without me being there to chaperone,” I said to myself.
“You can have that chick who played Rogue,” Anna said, smiling sweetly.
“Well okay then,” I said. “I just hope she doesn’t kill me with her mutant powers.”
Just then the waitress showed up with our food. While we ate, the conversation seemed to take an even geekier slant than before. When the conversation goes from super heroes to classic rock with stops at classic cinema and the best uses of music in movies in between, it can only be classified as one of the geekiest discussions ever held. That kind of thing happens when you put two people like us together.
“And that’s why the Beatles are the greatest band ever,” Anna said, finishing off the last of her lasagna.
“The Beatles were great, but I stand by my assertion that AC/DC is the best ever,” I said defiantly.
“You’re lucky I like AC/DC or I’d stab you with this fork for saying that,” Anna said, holding up her fork to show me that she meant business.
“In the town where I was born lived a man who sailed to sea, and he told us of his life in the land of submarines,” I said, reciting the opening lines to ‘Yellow Submarine’ to show her that I knew my share about the Beatles.
“So we sailed up to the sun till we found the sea of green, and we lived beneath the waves in our yellow submarine,” Anna said, reciting the next the next lines without missing a beat.
“Holy crap. It took you like two seconds to know exactly what song that was and to come up with the next lines,” I said, shaking my head in disbelief.
“Next time don’t use the Beatles, and don’t use something off Revolver,” she quipped. “It’d be like me quoting lines from the Back In Black album at you.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I said, motioning for the waitress to bring the check. I was reaching for the check when Anna grabbed it out from under my hand.
“I’m paying,” Anna told the waitress, handing her the check and a credit card.
“Should I get the tip, or do you want to get that too?” I asked.
“You can get that if you want. I figured I should pay for lunch since you bought me a rose,” she said, picking up the flower.
“I think I owe you a bunch of roses for what that lunch cost,” I said, grinning over getting out of paying.
“I just might hold you to that,” Anna returned.
When the waitress brought Anna’s card back, we stood up to leave. I counted out the tip and set it down in the middle of the table. When Anna elbowed me, I grudgingly added more. I looked at her to see if she was satisfied with the tip and she nodded.
“I have an appointment with my agent in about an hour, but you should be fine at the apartment,” Anna said, leaning against me as we walked along the sidewalk.
“Is Damon in town?” I asked, putting my arm around her.
“No, but Dean is. He’s been handling that stuff for me since I moved out here,” she answered. “He left the business to Damon, but he still does some of the odds and ends when Natalie lets him. He’s kind of like the east coast representative.”
Noticing a glint of light out of the corner of my eye, I turned my head and saw a guy in a parked car pointing something at us. My first thought was that someone was about to take shot at us or something. Fighting the panic, I looked closer and saw that it was only a camera in his hands. Calming myself down, I thought that it was kind of funny how I was actually glad it was a member of the paparazzi.
“Don’t look now, but there’s a guy with a camera sitting in a car across the street,” I said.
“I wonder what he’ll think of this,” Anna said, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk. Pushing me against the wall, she raised up on her tip toes and kissed me.
Looking at the car across the street, I could see the guy with the camera smile broadly as he snapped off picture after picture. When Anna broke the kiss, the cameraman seemed disappointed but wasn’t ready to give up just yet. He had his camera poised and ready to take more pictures if the action heated back up again.
“I think he’s wishing he were me,” I said, grinning down at her as she hugged me.
“I really should be going,” she said, reluctantly letting me go. “You know how to get back don’t you?”
“Yeah, it’s just around the corner,” I said, giving her a light kiss before she turned and hailed a cab.
When she had gotten into the taxi and pulled away, I looked across the street and saw the photographer putting his equipment away. Waving, I grinned as I mouthed the words ‘Enjoy the show?’ at him. Not getting any response from him, I turned the corner and headed for Anna’s building.
“Good afternoon Brian,” I said, nodding at the doorman on my way into the building.
“You too,” Brian said cheerfully, holding the door open for me.
As I opened the door of the apartment, my phone rang. Picking it up, I answered “Hello?”
“Hey Richie,” came Matt’s voice from the other end.
“Hey there, what are you up to?” I asked.
“Just calling to see if you’re leaving or not,” Matt said.
“Yeah, I’m leaving,” I answered. “I should be back on Sunday to start packing.”
“That sucks,” Matt said, obviously bummed.
“So, what happened on the show today?” I asked, wanting to change the subject.
“Alyssa was on,” Matt answered. Immediately I knew where the conversation was going. “I tried to get her to tell me the truth about the rumors about you two.”
“What’d she say?” I asked.
“She pretty much evaded the question. Finally she said that whatever you said was the truth, but I could tell that she was lying,” Matt answered.
“You want the truth? You think you can handle the truth?” I asked, knowing that the answer was going to be an enthusiastic yes.
“I’ve been waiting for the explanation for a year and a half, so of course I want to know,” Matt answered.
“The tabloids reported that Alyssa and I were spotted getting cozy in a restaurant, which was completely false. Like I said, we ran into each other and spent maybe five minutes talking while I waited for a table. The part that everyone seems to focus on is that the tabloids stated that she was seen leaving my place in the middle of the night a few days later. You remember that part don’t you?” I asked Matt.
“Yeah, that’s the part that never really rang true,” Matt answered.
“The night that they said she was seen leaving my place was the night that a bunch of us from the station went bar hopping. Remember how we wound up passing out at Craig’s house because he lived closest to the last bar? I couldn’t have been home sleeping with Alyssa if I was passed out with you guys,” I explained.
“So it really was all just lies?” Matt asked, seeming disappointed that he wasn’t learning some great secret.
“Not really. Alyssa was seen leaving my place, I just wasn’t the one that she had slept with,” I said.
“Huh? What do you mean that you-,” Matt said, cutting himself off. I could hear the gears turning in his head as the realization hit him. “You don’t mean?”
“Yeah, Jen was the one that Alyssa was sleeping with. She only told me because she was afraid that I’d read the tabloids and put the pieces together. I didn’t set the record straight because I didn’t want to put Alyssa in the position to have to answer questions about a lesbian love affair,” I clarified. “No, that’s not true. I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want Jen to be known as the woman that taught Alyssa the joys of girl on girl lovin’. She would’ve liked that too much.”
“Holy shit. It all makes sense,” Matt exclaimed.
“You said you wanted the truth, so I gave you the truth. I’m going to need a producer out here, you interested in the job?” I asked him, wanting to get away from the subject of Alyssa and my ex-girlfriend.
“It’s tempting, but I like LA too much. Besides, I might get your job,” Matt answered. “Should I tell Kenny that you’re leaving, or should I?”
“If you’re still at the station, then you do it. If not, then I’ll call him in the morning,” I said.
“Okay, I’ll let him know. You should still call and tell him yourself, but I’ll break the news first,” Matt said.
“Thanks man. Talk to you later,” I said.
“Later,” Matt said before the line went dead.
The rest of the afternoon passed in a haze of movie after movie. I gorged myself on Anna’s seemingly endless supply of videos. Feeling my eyes about to burst, I decided to give them a rest by popping in Anna’s copy of Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap.
I was in the middle of ‘Ain’t No Fun (Waiting Round To Be A Millionaire)’ when I heard the door open. Spinning around, I saw Anna standing in doorway the with a look of amusement on her face.
“You don’t have to do that,” she said when I turned the music down. Crossing the apartment, she grabbed a CD off the shelf and said “You should listen to these guys.”
Grabbing the CD, I looked over the cover and said “The Datsuns. Who are they?”
“They’re an Australian band that my friends back home in New Zealand were raving about the last time I was there. I picked up the CD and it’s pretty good. Angus and Malcolm Young were even spotted in the audience at one of their shows,” she answered.
“I’ll have to give it a listen,” I said, nodding my head. “How was Dean?”
“He’s fine,” she answered. “Natalie says hi by the way.”
“Did you tell her I was here, or does news just travel that fast?” I asked.
“I told her. Why, didn’t you want me to?” Anna asked, puzzled.
“I don’t care,” I replied, grinning. Hearing the end of the song coming, I said “Wait, I love this part.” Switching to my best Australian accent, I said ” ‘Oh yeah, get your fuckin’ jumbo jet off my airport.’ ”
“Am I going to have to take the CDs away from you?” She asked, suppressing a laugh.
“If you do, I’ll just have to go home early so I can listen to AC/DC all I want,” I threatened.
“I guess it could be worse. You could be singing ‘Love At First Feel’ at the top of your lungs,” Anna quipped.
“You never told me where you came from, you never told me your name. I didn’t know if you were legal tender, but I spent you just the same. I didn’t think it could happen to me, but I fell in love in the first degree. It was love at first feel,” I sang from memory.
“When am I going to learn to keep my mouth shut?” Anna sarcastically asked, rolling her eyes.
“Probably about the same time you learn not to complete the lyrics whenever I quote from a Beatles song,” I answered anyway. Noticing for the first time that she had a rolled up poster in her hand, I asked “What’s that?”
“Oh, Natalie gave it to me,” she said gleefully as she unrolled the poster. The first thing that popped out at me was the picture of Kirsten Dunst in front of Wrigley Field in the middle with the title ‘Chicago Style Romance’ scrolled across the bottom.
“Is that Kirsten’s new movie?” I asked.
“Yeah. This is a spec design poster that the production company decided not to use. Kirsten gave it to Natalie and Natalie gave it to me because she knows I’m a sucker for this kind of thing,” Anna said.
“Be sure to tell Natalie that I’m hurt that she didn’t give it to me,” I said, twisting my mouth into a frown.
“I will, but first I have to hang it up,” Anna said, hurrying into the kitchen. I was about to turn the music up when Anna’s voice rang through the apartment “RICHARD!”
My whole body instinctively stiffened at hearing my whole first name used. Heading towards the kitchen, I muttered to myself “At least she didn’t use my middle and last names too.”
“You moved my carpet cleaner, didn’t you?” She asked, holding up the can I’d moved earlier. Her face had a stern look to it that made me want to slink away quietly. Finally her face broke into a grin and she said “At least now I know what you did.”
“When you yelled my name like that, I thought my neck was about to be wrung and I was going to be on someone’s Thanksgiving plate like a dead turkey,” I said. “The only thing would have struck more fear into me if you had yelled my whole name like my mom does when she finds out I’ve broken something.”
“I would have, but you haven’t told me what your middle name is yet,” Anna said, giggling as she put the carpet cleaner away.
“Is that your way of telling me that you want to know what it is?” I asked.
“I’d love to know if you want to tell me,” she answered, trying to sound casual. Her eyes however, betrayed the fact that she was dying to know.
“It’s Edward,” I answered.
“Richard Edward,” she said quietly to herself. “I like it.”
“Richard was my grandpa on my mom’s side and Edward was my grandpa on my dad’s side,” I explained. “Everyone called me Richie because every time they called me Richard when my grandpa was around, we didn’t know who they were talking to. The only time anyone called me Richard was when I was about to find myself grounded for a couple weeks.”
“So that’s why you looked like you were about to shit your pants when you came in here,” she said, laughing.
“It’s reflex. Whenever someone screams ‘Richard’ at me, I immediately start looking for somewhere to hide,” I said, grinning.
“I won’t do it again unless you really are in trouble,” she said. Holding up the poster that was still in her hand, she said “Let me hang this up and we can get something to eat.”
Reaching under the sink, she grabbed a small plastic case of thumbtacks. Sweeping past me, she gave me a quick kiss on the cheek on her way into the living room.
I stayed there for a moment or two wondering if I was in trouble, or if she was just fucking with my head. Shrugging my shoulders, I turned and followed after her. When I got into the living room, Anna was staring at the wall intently, trying to figure out where to hang the poster.
“Should I hang it next to ‘Spider-Man’,” she said, pointing it at an empty spot on the wall, “Or over here next to ‘Shakespeare In Love’?”
“Well, it has Kirsten Dunst in it like ‘Spider-Man’, but it’s probably closer in tone to ‘Shakespeare’,” I answered.
“You’re no help at all, you know that?” She said, faking a look of exasperation.
“It’s your apartment. I’m only here for the weekend, then I go back to LA to pack. After that I need to start looking for my own place,” I pointed out.
“Why don’t stay here?” She asked, taking me completely off guard.
“Are you asking me to move in with you?” I asked, turning to look at her.
“Yeah,” she said, leaning her shoulder against my chest.
“In that case, hang it next to ‘Shakespeare’,” I said, pulling her into a hug.
With a broad smile, she hung up her new poster. When she was done, she looked at it and nodded approvingly.
“Are you hungry?” She asked, moving towards the kitchen to put the tacks away.
“Not really. We only had lunch a few hours ago,” I called after her, looking around the place that I was soon going to call home.
“In the mood to watch a movie then, or have you had too many already today?” She asked, emerging from the kitchen with a beer in each hand.
“I’ve seen quite a few today, but I’d be willing to sit through another one with you,” I answered, taking a beer from her.
“What do you want? Action, comedy, horror, martial arts?” She asked me, flipping through her movie collection.
“Want to watch ‘Pulp Fiction’? You might be able to figure out what’s in the briefcase,” I suggested.
“Fine, but you better not get queasy when they’re in the back of the pawn shop,” she said, pulling ‘Pulp Fiction’ off the shelf.
“The only time I’ve gotten sick over a movie was when my sister let me watch the first ‘Nightmare On Elm Street’ movie. Even that was only because I was like eight at the time and it was my first horror movie,” I said, feeling the need to defend my honor while she loaded the movie. “Well, I did get kind of nauseous seeing Kathy Bates naked in ‘About Schmidt’ but that was for completely understandable reasons. I mean, it was Kathy Bates naked. There’s not a man alive that could take that without getting a little squeamish.”
“Freddy must have been a hell of a way to be introduced to horror movies,” she said, sitting down on the couch next to me.
“Yeah, it was a baptism by fire alright,” I laughed. “It was easier on my stomach than ‘Hellraiser’ probably would’ve been, but it still gave me some nightmares”.
“My first horror movie was ‘Night Of The Living Dead’,” she said, her eyes glazing over at the memory. “It was the original black and white version too. Scared the shit out of me so bad I couldn’t sleep for days.”
Just then the movie started, the opening credits rolling just before the diner scene where Tim Roth and Amanda Plummer plot the robbery of the coffee shop. Throughout the movie Anna and I took turns supplying lines to Jules, Vincent, Marsellus, Mia, and Butch. Anna even managed not to do the typical chick thing of cowering during the infamous needle scene where Vincent has to give Mia a shot of adrenaline to the heart.
“Did you figure out what was in the case?” I asked her when the movie was over.
“No,” she admitted, shaking her head. “What’s in it?”
“As far as I know Tarantino has never come right out and said what it is, but the speculation among the geeks is that it’s Marsellus’ soul. First piece of evidence is the Band-Aid on the back of Marsellus’ neck. A lot of cultures believe that the soul leaves through that point of the body, so the Band-Aid is there to cover up the hole left when the soul was removed. Second piece of evidence is the fact that the combination to the case is ‘6-6-6’. I’m not exactly clear on who exactly the guys in the apartment that Jules and Vincent get the case from were working for though. My guess is they’re either supposed to be couriers for the devil or they were hired by Marsellus to get the soul back and then reneged on the deal, thus bringing Jules and Vincent after them,” I explained. Seeing the look on her face, I added “Now that you’ve seen just how geeky I am, I understand if you no longer want to sleep with me.”
“Come on Richie, you saw how I reacted to one poster for a movie that probably won’t even be remembered six months after it’s release. I can’t condemn you for being a dork when I’m an even bigger dork,” she said, smiling.
“We both know who the bigger geek in this room is, and it’s sure not you,” I said, turning it into a competition.
“I’m a much bigger geek than you,” she said, playfully poking me in the chest.
Hearing a phone ring, I asked “Is that me or you?”
“You think you’re a bigger geek than me and you don’t even know what your own phone sounds like?” She asked, getting up off the couch. Grabbing her purse, she said “It’s me by the way.”
“I haven’t had the phone long,” I protested as she walked out of the room to take the call.
“Oh my god,” I faintly heard Anna say while I was taking the movie out of the DVD player.
“What’s wrong?” I called after her. I looked over and I could see her talking on the phone just beyond the bedroom doorway, her face a portrait of anxiety.
“Okay mom, I’ll be there,” she said into the phone as she walked out of the bedroom a few minutes later.
“What’s the matter?” I asked.
“That was my mom. My dad’s in the hospital,” she said, her voice trembling. She looked like she was on the verge of tears. “The doctors say he’s going to be fine, but she’s going home to New Zealand tomorrow and I’m going with her.”
Hugging her tightly to me, I stroked the back of her as the tears burst forth. “When do you leave?”
“In the morning. She said she’d been trying to reach me for a couple hours but just now got through,” she said between sobs. Lifting her head from my chest, she looked up at me and asked “Is it wrong that I’d almost rather stay here with you?”
“No, but you should be with your dad. I can go back to LA tomorrow after you leave and pack,” I told her. She looked so delicate and helpless that all I could was just clasp her to me even tighter.
“Can you come with us?” Anna asked when she had her emotions a little more under control.
“Don’t you want to be with your dad?” I asked, kissing the top of her head.
“Yeah, but I want you there too. I want to show you off, and I want you there in case I need someone to hold me like this. I just need someone who’ll make me happy,” she responded.
“I need to make some calls in the morning, but I’ll see when I have to start my new job. If I can get some time before I have to start, then I’ll catch the first flight to New Zealand that I can get,” I said.
“I should pack now because I won’t have time in the morning,” she said, still clutching at me.
“You’re going to have to let go of me to pack,” I reminded her, moving both of us towards the bedroom.
“I know,” she said, still not letting go.
With a final squeeze, I let go of her. When she still didn’t let go, I pulled her away and said “I’ll sit on the bed while you pack. If you need another hug, I’ll be right here. Okay?”
“Okay,” she agreed, wiping her eyes.
True to my word, I sat down on the edge of the bed and watched her pack. A couple times the tears broke through again, but she was quickly comforted with a hug. By the time she was done packing, she seemed to have herself under control.
“You’re taking a lot of shorts for November,” I observed as she was zipping up her bag.
“The seasons are backwards in the southern hemisphere,” she pointed out, breaking into a real smile for the first time since the phone call. “It’s actually spring there.”
“Even when you’re feeling down, you find a way to make me feel stupid,” I said playfully.
“You’re not stupid,” she reassured me, setting her bag next to the door.
“I’m supposed to be the one cheering you up, not the other way around. Come on, lets go to bed,” I said, wrapping my arms around her again.
“I’m not really in the mood,” she said. “I just want you to hold me, Okay?”
“Anything you want babe,” I said, pulling us towards the bed. Reaching it, I leaned back and we both of us fell back onto it, her on top of me. We moved around until our heads were on the pillows, her back pressed to my chest.
“Take off your shoes,” she said, kicking off her own shoes to the floor.
“Yes ma’am,” I said, kicking my shoes off and using my feet to push them off the bed onto the floor.
“This is nice,” she murmured quietly, pressing herself back against me.
“That it is,” I agreed, feeling my eyelids droop.
+ * + * +
The smell of coffee was the first thing to hit me when I woke up the next morning. Noticing that the bed was empty, I wondered if Anna had already left.
“Morning sleepy head,” Anna said, opening the bedroom door and seeing that I was awake. The robe she wore was cinched around her waist but showed off a fair amount of cleavage. She seemed to be in a better mood than the night before, but nowhere near as cheerful as the previous morning.
“I was beginning to think you left without saying goodbye,” I said, sitting up in bed My mood brightened considerably upon seeing her.
“I have to leave in a few minutes, but I was going to wake you up before I left,” she said, kissing me. I could see that her eyes were red and puffy from crying some more, but she seemed to have it under control at the moment.
I suddenly became keenly aware that I was still in my clothes from the night before. They were crumpled and made me look like a bum who’d slept in an alley. Getting up, I began stripping off my wrinkled clothing.
“Oh, a free show,” Anna said, clapping as she sat down on the edge of the bed.
“I don’t do anything for free,” I said, tossing my shirt at her.
“I can give you dollar bills like guys do at strip clubs,” she offered, parting her legs enough for me to get a view of her inner thighs all the way up to the pair of light blue panties she had on underneath her bathrobe.
“I was thinking of something a little more risqué,” I said, pulling off my pants.
“What might that be?” She asked, eyeing me up and down as I stood in front of her in just my boxers.
“That depends on how much time you have before you have to go,” I said, my boxers tenting as she ogled me.
“I’ve got about fifteen minutes before I need to be in the shower,” she answered. “Is that enough time for what you had in mind?”
“No, but I’m sure I won’t have a problem speeding myself up a bit,” I grinned, stepping in front of her.
“OK, but you better make it good and quick,” she said, grinning as she lay back on the bed.
“I can’t promise both. I can promise quick, but I can’t promise good without taking my time,” I said, pulling down my boxers. Running my hands up her thighs, I hooked the waistband of her panties and tugged them down as I continued “Sometimes I’m able to be both quick and good, but not often enough for me to be able to promise it.”
“I’m sure it’ll be good,” she said, grabbing my arms and pulling me on top of her.
My hands fumbled with the sash of her robe. Getting it untied, I parted the folds of the thin fabric revealing her luscious breasts to me.
Grabbing my cock, she aimed it at her opening. As I slid into her, she wrapped her legs around my waist and buried her heels into my buttocks.
When I bottomed out inside of her, we both groaned and I held still for a moment. Locking eyes with her, I pulled out. Driving back in, I watched as her eyelids fluttered and she let out a soft moan.
As I picked up speed, her moans got louder and her hips bucked to meet my thrusts. After about ten minutes, she announced her orgasm. Her cunt locked around my cock as her pussy flooded with girl cum.
“You want me to cum in you?” I hissed, feeling my own orgasm boiling inside me.
“Yeah. Let me feel your cum,” she panted, still feeling the after effects of her climax.
“Here it comes,” I warned her, letting myself go.
“I told you it’d be good and quick,” she said as I slid off of her.
“You must be my good luck charm because I’m never any good when I have to be that quick,” I said as she got up off the bed.
“That’s twice now that I’ve made you be quick and you’ve been good both times, so you must be better than you think,” she said, slipping her robe back on.
“No, I think it’s just that you make me better,” I called after her as she left the room to take her shower.
Picking up my phone, I quickly called and made a reservation for a flight to LA just after noon. With that done, I decided that it was a good time to call Mr. Johnson and let him know my decision.
“Johnson,” came the voice on the other end of the line.
“Mr. Johnson, this is Richie Tozier,” I said, suddenly nervous.
“Ahh, Richie. Please, call my Bob,” He said, trying to put me at ease.
“OK, Bob. I’ve made a decision, but I’d like to know what I’d be making before I finalize it,” I said.
The number he quoted me was enough to make my eyes bulge. Not only was it more than I was making in LA, but it was more by a significant margin as well.
“That’s just the tip of the iceberg too,” he added. “The company wants to keep a close eye on you for the first few months to see how you do. If you do well, there’s been talk of syndication. It won’t be Howard Stern money right away, but it’d be enough to make even the salary I just quoted you seem like peanuts.”
“Wow,” I said, completely speechless.
“It’s not a certainty, but if things break right, you could be the next big thing in this business,” he said. “So, what’s your decision.”
“I’ll take it,” I said, seeing dollar signs in my mind’s eye.
“Good, can you start on Monday?” He asked, sounding pleased that he’d been able to hire me.
“I really should give notice first,” I said.
“You’re not quitting the company, you’re just moving to a different position. I’ll take care of everything,” he said.
“That’s great, but do you think I could take a week off? I need to move and I’d like to spend a few days spending my new money,” I said.
“Of course. Be here a week from Monday so we can introduce you to New York, and then the rest of the country if things go right,” he said.
“Thank you,” I said, my hands shaking as I hung up the phone.
“Who was that?” Anna asked, walking into the room with her robe on and a towel wrapped her head to dry her hair.
“That was Mr. Johnson,” I replied. “I called to ask him for some time before I have to start.”
“Did he give it to you?” She asked, her eyes widening with expectation.
“Yeah, I start a week from Monday,” I said.
“That means you’re coming to New Zealand,” she reminded me.
“I still have to go home and pack my stuff so the movers can move it here,” I pointed out.
“I guess I can wait a couple days,” she pouted, grabbing a pair of jeans and a sweater to put on.
“It’ll give you some alone time with your family before I get there. Once they meet me they’ll want to disown you, but I’m willing to take that risk,” I grinned.
“They’ll love you,” she assured me, getting dressed.
“Just wait until I start singing ‘Big Balls’ in front of everyone,” I said, smirking.
“My dad would sing right along with you,” she retorted, grabbing her bag and heading for the front door.
“I can just picture your dad and I singing ‘I’ve got big balls, oh I’ve got big balls’ in a duet,” I said, breaking into a laugh as I followed her.
“I have to go now,” she said, giving me a hug. When the hug broke, my phone rang. “Tell Matt I said hi.”
“I will,” I said, not bothering to tell her that it had to be someone else because Matt was definitely still asleep.
When Anna shut the door, I answered my phone “Hello?”
“You’re leaving?” Came Elisha’s voice on the other end.
“Hi Elisha, long time no talk,” I said, wondering why she was calling.
“You’re leaving?” She repeated.
“Yeah I’m leaving. I’m sure Matt already told you, so I don’t know why you’re asking me,” I said.
“I just needed to find out for myself. Were you even going to say goodbye?” She asked.
“What do you think I’ve been trying to do for the last month or so? Every time I call, either your machine cuts me off after a couple words or you answer and then hang up. I know when I’m not wanted, so I gave up,” I snorted.
“Come back to LA and we can try to work it out,” she begged. “You were right. You shouldn’t have slept with those other women, but I can’t blame you because I didn’t make my feelings clear.”
“I don’t have a job in LA any more. I’ll be unemployed if I go back,” I pointed out.
“You can find another job in radio,” she said, the hope in her voice starting to fade into desperation.
“I have to come back to pack up,” I said.
“When? I can pick you up at the airport,” she said, her hope reenergized.
“What brought this sudden change of heart on?” I asked her.
“Sarah said that you seemed kind of broken up when you had her in on Wednesday,” Elisha answered. “I’d been thinking about you quite a bit, but that just kind of made me rethink the whole thing.”
“I hate to cut you off, but I have to pack my stuff up if I want to catch my flight out of here this morning,” I told her.
“Okay, give me a call when you land,” she said.
“I’ll do that,” I said, hanging up the phone. On the way to the bedroom to pack, Anna’s CDs sat there on the shelf calling out to me. Shrugging, I grabbed a couple and muttered “Anna won’t mind if I borrow these for couple days.”
Stuffing my clothes into my bag, I made a quick inventory of the room to make sure I got all of them. Not seeing anything of mine left in the room, I zipped up my bag and slung it over my shoulder. Making a quick stop at Anna’s phone to call a cab, I left the apartment.
Walking out the front door of the building, I was going to stop and talk to Brian but a cab pulled up. Instead, I nodded at Brian and got in the cab.
“Where to?” The driver asked.
“The airport,” I said, popping The Datsuns into my portable CD player. I listened to the CD as the car zoomed through the traffic.
On the way to the airport I came to the realization that I wasn’t going to be able to set foot in LA without seeing Elisha. If I saw Elisha, I knew I wouldn’t be able to say no to her.
By the time I got out and walked into the airport, I was facing a major decision. Either I went to LA and stayed there with Elisha or I stayed in New York. It wasn’t so much New York versus LA, or even my old job versus my new job, as it was Anna versus Elisha. I had to choose one and let the other one slip away.
By the time I stepped up to the ticket counter, I had made a decision. Ticket in hand, I made my way to the gate. I sat there waiting for the plane to load knowing that my life was about to change forever.
“No looking back now,” I muttered to myself, handing my ticket to the flight attendant.
“Have fun in New Zealand,” she said warmly.
“I’m sure I will,” I said, taking my stub and boarding the plane.