The Mistress - an Erotic Noir Novel (4 page)

“When have I ever not been all right, hm?” she grinned
teasingly, taking some time to pull a compact from her purse and fix
her lipstick, “That man sure does think a lot of himself
though, I can tell you that.”

Looking after Russell for just a moment he sipped his tonic water
then laid the cup down on the shelf just inside the door. “They
all do,” he said, “you’d be best off keeping a
distance with them,” he offered unsolicited.

“You’ve said that about every man in my life,”
she chided, clasping her mirror and pushing it away. “Now, are
we going to stay here all night or are you going to be a gentleman
and take me home?”

Nodding to her without hesitation he took her own coat off the
hanger and helped her get it on, “Sorry,” he said in
apology, as if he should have anticipated her need. “I just
worry for you is all,” he intoned so familiarly.

“It’s fine, Martin. I know how to handle guys like
him. Come on, this is my third year, it’s not like it’s
new to me,” she slipped her arms through the silken lining of
her winter’s coat. “Now, did Turing seem fine? I’d
rather not have him trying to sabotage my efforts at graduation.”

With a sigh the young man slipped her coat on and got her scarf
before retrieving his own. “He was stewing about Dr. Russell,
that’s all really,” he said. “The two obviously
don’t like one another,” he offered. “But then none
of them do. That’s the sort of people they are.”

“That’s the kind of people we love and surround
ourselves with,” she pat his chest before moving and exiting
the room, “besides, it’s so hard to like them. Really
like them, I mean,” she looked at her friend, giving a small
shrug. “They’re so egotistical they barely know how to
interact with others.”

With his own brown coat on he moved to get the door for her, ready
to guide her along the familiar path to her apartment across the
dark, snowy campus.

One Week Later

The first day of classes was also the last day of the week, which
came as a great relief to many. Though as Eva made her way down the
hall towards her final class of the day—the introduction to her
fourth year psychology class with Dr. Sinclair—she saw the
familiar visage of the smartly dressed man, his coat on and tying his
scarf into place, heading towards the exit rather than away to the
class itself.

“You lost, young man?” she called out cordially, her
smart pea coat buttoned down to her thighs. It was a royal blue which
perfectly complimented the navy of her skirt, her dark stockings and
calf high, button up boots completing the look. A matching hat was
affixed to her dark hair, and her red lips were obviously freshly
made up.

His attention caught immediately, he turned towards her and she
saw a flash of recognition, not only for her but her lovely attire,
and the care she went through for her appearance. “Eva,”
he said, smiling as he approached her. “How lovely I got a
chance to see you before class,” he said, so soft spoken and
formal around others.

“I’m afraid I shall have to miss today’s class,”
he said, some other worry seeming to creep into his handsome,
movie-star good looks. For that’s what he reminded her of, some
strikingly dashing elder gentleman that belonged with his silver hair
upon the silver screen.

She frowned, looking truly disappointed. There wasn’t any
wryness or cleverness to the look, her brown eyes instantly turning
to one of concern as she stared, “What’s wrong? Surely
you wouldn’t miss the first day for no good reason. It’s
not like you’re a first year professor.”

With a light laugh he looked to her and gave a comforting smile,
finishing doing up his jacket. “It’s just the
introductory class,” he explained, “but no, I wouldn’t
blow it off for just anything. However,” he hesitated just a
moment, “something’s come up. I have to go home and
resolve something before tonight’s party with Mrs. Sinclair,”
he said, the topic shift perking his interest, “You
will
be there, won't you?” he asked, and she could make out a little
twinkle of something in his gaze as he tilted his head at her. Always
so subtle.

“I wouldn’t miss it,” she smiled brightly,
looking relieved that he didn’t seem terribly troubled, though
concern still knitted her shoulders, “Well, I suppose that
means class is cancelled. Did you need my help with whatever it is?”

Waving his hand he said, “Nonsense. I have my assistant
filling in for me,” he said and as her eyes peered down the
hall to the class door she could see it was Martin carrying in an
attaché case and looking ready to fill in. “Though, of
course, he’ll only be saying a few things I have prepared, and
outlining the syllabus,” he explained.

Leaning in he whispers, though mostly just for effect, “If
you care to skip it, don’t feel bad. You can just get the
sheets from me later,” he smiled. “I really should be
going though, Miss Perkin’s,” he said all formal, though
the smile he gave was just for her and somewhat personal. “Have
yourself a lovely day.

She nodded, taking a step back, “Well, I’ll be seeing
you shortly. Best of luck with your secrets,” she teased, the
double entendre slipping through with an easy, simple smile. “I’d
hate to miss the chance to catch him at the podium, but I’ll
expect a refresher from you later. Just to make sure he did it
right.”

With a light laugh he waved and headed off out the door.

Before she could reach the classroom to listen to her meek friend
outline the semesters agenda, however, another familiar face turned
up. Three years her senior and nearly a foot taller, the brown haired
behemoth gave her a gleaming smile. Never one for over dressing, the
muscle bound jock she’d known since middle school approached
her in a tight short sleeved shirt and pants, looking like he’d
not bothered to change much from his time at the track that day.
Typical.

“Eva,” he said her name in a groan, his deep voice so
familiar after all these years. “I need to get out of here,”
he said to her as he approached, leaving her able to make out all the
ridges of hard, stony muscle beneath that thin white cloth as the
brown eyed man gazed at her. He had a wide jaw and was clean shaven,
the stuff of every girl’s fantasies, but he was remarkably
humble considering, at least around her.

For an instant she was transported back to being that small, shy
girl who spent so much time lusting after him before she returned to
being the adult that had helped him get into the school in the first
place.

Her smarmy grin teased her lips as she stared up at him, “Your
first day back and already you’re blowing off classes?”
she tut tutted. “You’re going to get yourself in trouble
again, and who’ll bail you out, huh?”

Brushing against her shoulder he circled around her, his head bent
a bit. “C’mon,” he said in that deep voice of his,
“I need you to rescue me again, teach.” He’d long
ago began referring to her as ‘teach’, and not only in
the heat of the moment, though that’s how it began. “I’ve
got some tryouts this evening and if I don’t have a clear head
I’ll be toast,” he said, though he managed to make even
whining sound appealing with that brutishly husky voice of his.
Ducking his head down nearer to her level he implored again, “C’mon.
I’ll make you sing.” A wry grin formed on his face filled
with promise.

He forced a smile to her lips, though she tried to hide it beneath
a scowl and a sigh, “Fine, well. My Professor can’t come
anyways, so I guess there’s no harm in helping an old friend
out. After all, it seems pretty dire.” She could smell him, and
she knew it was doing strange things to her mind, the way he always
did.

With a toothy grin for her, the large man reached out, taking her
hand. “C’mon then, teach. Your place or mine?” he
said with a cheeky grin as he led her back towards the door into the
light snowfall outside. “I was thinkin’ about you all
damn day,” he said, and she knew he was being honest. The man
had no grace with flattery, nor any desire to lie; he could get most
anything he wanted without it, so it was just not a talent he
developed. He simply had some amount of respect and adoration for her
that had developed over their time together.

“Your grades fall, you think of me! You need a quick lay,
you think of me!” she teased as she stayed with his steps, “And
we’ll go to my place. I’m not in the mood to run into
your little roommate.”

The snow fell lovingly around her shoulders and hair, giving her
quite a lovely pink glow to her cheeks.

With his broad grin he looked down at her as they walked side by
side. “Damn,” he began a bit breathily, “you’re
somethin’ else for a dame, y’know that?” Her place
wasn’t far, it was an upstairs apartment rented from a little
old lady that was near deaf and blind, and never heard her come or go
as such.

Still, she was careful not to be spotted as she ushered him in,
making her way through the rather homey little spot. It was clean and
bright, if it weren’t for all the books strewn everywhere.
Bookshelf after bookshelf stuffed with leather tomes and half trashed
paperbacks as she went into the kitchen and immediately put on the
kettle. Taking off her gloves, she set them aside and began
unbuttoning her jacket, “So what are you auditioning for?”

Allen dumped his books haphazardly onto a pile of her own, thereby
nearly guaranteeing he’d forget or lose them. With a shrug of
his heavy set shoulders he leaned over the counter top and looked her
over as the jacket slowly came undone, “Wrestling,” he
said absentmindedly. “They had to put it off late because the
weather’s kept other teams using the gym spaces.”

“Ah,” she smiled, and her mind went far away for a
moment before she blinked away the fog, “Well that sounds
enchanting.” It wasn’t quite the word she would have
normally used, but the way she said it made it sound much filthier.

Placing her snow touched jacket onto the back of the chair, her
navy skirt clung to her stomach and her dark, silken blouse
emphasised her full chest. “So I guess you’ll need help
keeping your grades up again.”

The massively tall man’s eyes were glued to her, watching
her strip away the heavy outer coat to reveal the round curves of
what lay beneath. It took him a moment to snap out of it and realize
she asked a question, “Huh?” he began before it sank in.
“Oh yeah,” he said, nodding and standing back up.

Moving to her he rubbed a hand over her shoulder and its blade,
“Hey, when have I ever not needed your help, doll?” He
asked with a wide, toothy grin, the handsome devil looking his best,
all radiant with joy. “And you’re more than welcome to
come watch me wrestle. Y’know, just don’t flash me or
nothin’ during, because results could get embarrassing,”
for most that would’ve been a joke, but he was serious.

“You’re so crass,” she groaned, but the flush
that rose to her cheeks said far more. “And I don’t think
it’d be wise being seen there,” she teased, feeling his
heated body move against hers.

She removed her hat and primly fixed the waves of her hair, laying
them just so against her forehead. She almost glowed around her old
friend, and it was embarrassing just how much she lusted for him.

Any embarrassment was alleviated by the fact the handsome devil
was utterly in awe of her and equally as lusty it seemed, for he
brought his thick strong arms around her, holding her in the kitchen
and pressing that remarkably large bulge against her hip and thigh.

“Yeah I know,” he said in his deep, loud voice,
leaning down and sniffing at her hair. Whereas she enjoyed his
masculine musk, he enjoyed her feminine scents, getting off on her
more classic, womanly beauty over the boyish flapper style of the
time. “I wouldn’t dream of ruinin’ your reputation,
teach.”

“That’s why this works so well,” she whispered
back in his ear. Her clothing was becoming so uncomfortable, warm and
constraining against her stiffening nipples and her dampening sex.
Feeling him press into her sent that familiar thrill down her back
and her hands ran up his biceps, “You know, you don’t
always need to find me just when you need something,” she
purred. “I need help once in a while, too.”

Her breasts pressed against his chest, and her wide eyes fluttered
close, revelling in the closeness and the intimacy. The anticipation
always drove her wild, and there was more than once that she had
sought him out in high school because she couldn’t concentrate
on her own studies. Lately, however, she’d been too busy to
hunt him down, especially as she enchanted more of the intriguing
older men she was surrounded by.

Something about Allen, however, struck her in a way the professors
did not.

Whereas they personified experience, intelligence and grace, he
was youth, vigor and raw masculinity. With those thick, strong arms
of his around her, it was hard to ignore, especially as he palmed
both of her round ass cheeks in his hands, squeezing and pulling her
skirt up a few inches with his greedy motions.

Brushing his clean shaven jaw against her skin he gave her earlobe
a bite and husked, “How about you gimme a key then so I can pop
in and tend to your needs in the middle of the night?” She
could imagine the man, drunk and horny, paying her many a visit under
such a scenario and her heart quickened with desire.

She was going to make some snide comment, yet she was surprised by
how the offer had stolen her voice. She swallowed the dryness away
and the only thing she could manage out was a moan of delight. Her
skirt was tight around her thick thighs, but the silken stockings
aided it up, and she felt his digits grace across the cusp of her
zaftig behind.

Her hands stroked along his chest more eagerly, her dark lashes
fluttering down over her brown eyes as her cheeks burned with
excitement.

The kettle was whistling its shrill peel as he dug into her. He
could be such a brute, and his groping hands and hard body pushed her
back towards the counter top. He was hungry for her, and didn’t
seem intent to wait upon her to decide anything or direct them, he
wanted her then and there, and as he pushed her against the
cupboards, he was already bending down to scoop her up beneath her
thighs and lift her onto its smooth top as his mouth gnawed and
suckled at her skin.