Illicit Obsessions
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"Speaking about women," Antonio interrupted, "Guess who's been leaving those steaming messages?"
"Who?" Greg asked.
"Remember the client who bought my painting for 10 grand?"
"Who, she?"
"Yep."
"Get out here!"
"It's her, I'm telling you."
"You expect me to believe something like that? Why the hell would she have an interest in you?"
The bidder continued. "Do I see $5050?"
A voice all of sudden emerged with in the back of the audience. I bid $10 000."
Every body in the room began to turned their head to the voice and began to gasp.
Antonio at first jumped in excitement of the amount some stranger had bided. But something did sound right. Antonio began to screw his face. The voice, he thought. That voice. It sounds familiar. No. No. It couldn't be? he thought. But deep down Antonio knew who it was. The words "$10 000" began echoing in his mind as the seductive voice began whispering in his mind, "Bye artist boy." Antonio swallowed real hard and slowly turned around to the direction of the voice. There stood a silhouette in the back of the room of a tall woman with long hair. Antonio felt anxiety penetrate every pore in his body. It was Simone.
Antonio opened his mouth saying the only words that came to mind, "SHIT!"
And Now, For Episode Three
"What? What happened?" Greg said tapping Antonio on his shoulder.
Antonio quickly turned his head. "It's her."
"Who?"
"The woman who left those messages on my machine," Antonio said pointing at Simone's direction. "Look!"
Everybody in the room began whispering and pointing at Simone.
Simone, as domineering as she looked repeated herself. "I bid $10 000 for that painting."
Bewilderment had struck the bidder's face. "Uh.....okay....uh, I've got .....well...$10 000. Going once, uh going twice...uh, sold to that woman at the back for $10 000."
Everybody began to applaud as Simone walked up to the front to collect her painting. As she passed Antonio, she gave him a seductive wink.
Greg impatiently began tapping Antonio on his shoulder. "That was the girl I was pointing at. That's the girl?"
Antonio shook his head in bewilderment.
"She must be rich," Greg began as he continued staring at her. "She look's fit too."
Antonio continued to stare at Simone as she continued walking towards the back. He shook his head in confusion. He did not know what to do. He felt almost stalked. Stalked? Antonio thought to himself. This women is really interested in my painting that's all......I think.
Throughout the whole entire evening, Antonio felt uneasy. Simone seemed to make him a bit uncomfortable. She bided almost all Antonio's work. Greg kept hassling Antonio to talk to Simone but Antonio felt too scared.
"Greg, if I approach her God knows what she'll do?"
"Stop talking shit Tony! She likes your paintings and she likes you too." Greg said stuffing his mouth with appetizers.
"Greg, this is too weird for me." Antonio said eyeing Simone from across the room. She was talking to some people. She quickly turned her head in time to see Antonio watching her. Antonio tried to turn his head but it was too late as Simone already noticed. She gave him another wink and whispered something to the gentlemen she was talking. The gentlemen turned around and walked towards the food table as Simone began advancing towards Antonio's way.
"Oh God," Antonio said, "She's coming."
Greg quickly turned his head to see Simone walking towards them.
"Greg," Antonio said turning to Greg with a look of worry on his face, "Why me?"
"Stop your complaining." Greg said. Before, you use to bitch about you not having anybody and now when the first women pounces at you, you wanna brush them aside."
"Greg, the women has bought almost all my paintings which some I thought were garbage. She's been leaving so called secret messages on my machine, god knows how she got my number and......"
"Well save your complaining for Jerry Springer 'cause here she comes." Greg said turning his head.
Simone approached the both of them.
"Well good evening, gentlemen," she said looking at each one individually. "Antonio, who's your friend?"
"Oh, this is Gregory Brownstone."
"Hi, Mrs. Jackson." Greg said. "You can just call me Greg."He quickly glanced at Antonio.
Antonio stood there half frozen. Greg said something underneath his breath and Antonio spoke.
"Hi, Simone how are you this evening?"
"Great."
"Uh, the paintings," Antonio began. "You really shouldn't have. I'm not the great."
"Are you kidding me?" Simone said. "Your paintings are terrific."
Greg interjected. "Yeah, he paints damn good."
Antonio gave a sarcastic look at Greg.
"Thank you Greg, you don't have to big me up now." he said speaking through his teeth.
"Antonio, you mind if you can meet me outside the gallery in fifteen minutes? I want to speak to you." Simone said.
Antonio froze. He felt mesmerized. Oh god, she's gonna ask me out Antonio thought. He began to shake.
Greg quickly recognized Antonio's state of shock and loudly cleared his throat.
Antonio snapped back. "Uh, fine sure."
"That's great." she said. "Nice meeting you Greg." Simone walked away giving Antonio another wink.
Antonio turned to Greg. "Do you know how many times Simone has winked at me?"
"Simone? You call her Simone, not Mrs. Jackson?" Greg inquired.
"She told me to call her that. Problem?"
"Uh, yeah." Greg said. "Obviously the women likes you more ways than one. She wants you to call her Simone, not Mrs. Jackson. Not that many women I've been with never gave me that obligation."
Antonio was going to say something but held it. "I'm not going to say it."
"What?" Greg asked.
"I was going to say something regarding what you said, but it's best I lock my jaw."
Fifteen minutes passed and Antonio nervously waited outside the gallery anticipating Simone's entrance. He then heard a pair of heels clicking against the floor as someone was approaching the corner.
Antonio quickly turned around and looked. It was Simone.
"Hi," he said nervously.
She smiled at him. "Tony you wanna go outside, where it's more quiet."
Antonio began sweating bullets. "Uh sure." He replied.
The both of them walked outside into the entrance of the building.
Antonio turned around to see Simone leaning against a pole. Antonio's conscious began to bother him. He deeply wanted to know why was she leaving those messages on his machine. What was so attractive about him that Simone could not resist? Why me? he thought. Why not Greg? He's the estrogen crazed freak, not me! Antonio quickly rolled up his pride and swallowed as hard as he could.
"Simone, I wanna ask you something?"
"Shoot." she said.
"I hope you don't mind me asking and if you find this rude, I apologize because this has been on my mind for days. Do you have my phone number?"
"Why do you ask?" Simone asked.
"Well lately, I've been getting messages from some anonymous woman, and she kinda sound like you."
"Oh does she?" Simone inquired approaching Antonio.
Antonio noticed Simone's close presence but ignored it.
"Yeah she sounds in fact a lot like you."
Simone stood in front of Antonio and stared down at his feet. She then looked up and laughed. "Yep, I'm busted. I'm that crazed woman you've been hearing on my machine. Was I that obvious?"
"No, in fact you kinda hard." Antonio said staring at her.
"So how did you know?"
"In one of your messages, I heard you say 10 000 to someone in the background."
"Is that it?"
"Well I've also noticed the way you've been looking at me."
"Exactly how have I been looking at you?"
"Well you wink at me a lot." Antonio began. "And you flirt with me."
"And you don't?"
"What?" Antonio said in surprise.
"You don't think I've noticed you looking at me too?" Simone said.
"When?" Antonio asked interestingly. Antonio never recalled a moment of looking at Simone. Wait a minute? I have Antonio thought. But that was because she looked at me first. Antonio quickly changed the subjected. "Exactly, why did you bring me out here.?"
"I'm having a cocktail party next week at my house. Friday that is. The same day you're suppose to deliver my painting." Simone said as she began pacing.
"Uh, that's great." Antonio said. "Uh what time do you want the picture delivered?"
"Four o' clock." She said.
"Fine. I'll have the couriers bring to your......"
Simone quickly interjected.
"I want you to bring it."
Antonio gaped his mouth. "Me? Why Me?"
"I like personal deliveries." Simone said coyly.
"Are you sure?" Antonio asked hesitant of his new job.
"I was not sure about anything in my life." Simone said.
"So it's next Friday?" Antonio asked.
"Yes, the party begins at six o'clock. Bring your friend too."
Antonio felt some relief when Simone said that. He definitely would the need the support. If it was anybody, it was definitely Greg.
"Great," Antonio replied. "Wait I have one more question."
"Go ahead." Simone said.
"How did you get my phone number?"
"That's for me to know, and you to find out." she purred. Simone then approached Antonio right to his face. "Wear something good." she said as she took Antonio by his hand.
Antonio gulped. His heart began beating on first gear. He felt like he was hyperventilating but at the same time, he seemed cool. This in a way, scared Antonio.
Simone moved towards Antonio's cheek and kissed him gently. She then began the turn the other way and walk.
"See you next Friday artist boy." she replied as she walked towards the entrance lobby.
Antonio stood. I don't believe this? She kissed me, he thought. She's kinda hot still, but should I? Why does this always have to happened to me. He continued to stare at Simone as she walked towards the entrance door. Her ass moved in such way that made Antonio nearly choked. It swayed from side to side in a sexy manner while it protruded itself outward. Antonio thought of her ass as ripe peach, perfect in all corners. For a 42 year old, Simone really looked good. Too good.
Chapter Five
Antonio woke up to hear his phone ringing. Yawning out loud, he reached to answer the phone.
"Hello?"
"You're not up yet?" Greg asked.
Antonio looked at his alarm clock.
"Greg, it's after nine in the morning. Why are you calling me so early?"
"Larry's treating us to lunch." Greg exclaimed.
Antonio paused. He then began to groan. "Let me guess. Him and Monica broke up?"
"Yes Antonio Madison, you are correct." Greg said sarcastically.
"This is ridiculous. Why is it, that every time Larry breaks up with his girlfriend, he has to celebrate being single again? What an idiot!" Antonio got up from his bed and headed towards the bathroom.
"That's Larry for you." Greg began. "One minute he's engaged. The next minute he's single."
"So where's he treating us, and what time?"
"The Olive Garden, and at twelve."
"Is he picking us up?"
"Yes, as always."
"Fine I'll see you later than."
"Yeah, later buddy. Wait a minute, what happened between you and Simone last night? When you arrived back at the art gallery, you didn't say anything about her."
"I'll tell you at lunch."
"Guy, come on. Don't do this to me. Give me at least chapter one of what happened."
"I'll tell you at lunch I said. Geezz, just can't wait for gossip eh?"
"What do you expect? I'm single and I'm desperate." Greg said sarcastically.
* * * * * *
"In your bed?" Greg asked.
Larry looked down on his plate of lasagna ashamed. "Yep."
Antonio shook his head. "I don't believe that slut. The women sleeps not with one man but two men in your bed, yet she still alive?"
"Guy, I was stoned." Larry said.
"Trust me," Greg began. "If that was my woman, and I saw her in my bed with two men, the only tears you would see in my eyes is when after the judge gives life imprisonment for second degree murder."
Antonio gave Greg a high five. "For real!"
Antonio turned to Larry. "What did you do after?"
"Well after beating the crap out of the two guys, oh by the way one of them was Mark,"
"MARK?" Antonio and Greg asked enthusiastically.
"Yep, Mark." Larry said unenthusiastically.
Antonio dropped his fork. "I don't believe this. Mail boy Mark, in bed with your girlfriend plus some other guy. That's deep shit. Wait a minute! Mark. That explains his black eye Wednesday morning."
Greg put down his drink. "Yeah, I remember too. Tony you remember you asked him what happened, and he said some bull shit about him hammering and the hammer hit him in his eye or something?"
Larry began to laugh. "Yeah, I hammered him good though eh?"
"You wanna talk about hammer shit, guess who Tony boy here's dating?" Greg instigated.
"Greg, shut up. I'm not going out with her." Antonio defended.
"Who?" Larry asked.
"Remember that women who bought Antonio's painting for $10 000 not to mention the others?" Greg asked.
Antonio began to clear his throat in desperation that the two would change the subject.
Larry turned to Antonio. "Her? You're dating her? My god Tony!"
"I'm not dating her!" Antonio said getting exasperated. "Who said I was dating her?"
"I heard people talking about her last night. That women is loaded with cash." Larry exclaimed woofing down on his last piece of lasagna.
"Gee, I couldn't tell." Antonio said sarcastically as he began to play with his spaghetti.
"So, you ask for her digits?" Larry asked.
"Didn't have too. You already have it, don't you Tony?" Greg interjected.
"Greg, you're acting like I told you this already. I didn't tell you anything what happened last night."
"Last night?" Larry and Greg asked enthusiastically.
Antonio shook his head. "Okay fine Larry and Moe, I'll tell you what happened."
"Okay, spill the shit to us." Greg said paying attention.
Antonio began. "Well it all started on Thursday afternoon when I had a meeting at one o'clock appointment with this mysterious women. About five minutes after I get down to the gallery, she entered. She had these two bodyguard type guys at each side of her. Well anyway, we began talking business and she saw one of my paintings. You know, that painting I did with the two naked people?"
"Gee, it's kinda hard Tony, because most of all your paintings are of naked couples." Larry said humorously. "But anyway, continue."
Antonio continued. "Well, when she saw that painting and she claimed that she had to have it. Then the women offered me $10 000 for the painting."
Larry nearly choked.. "She bought another of your paintings for 10 000 bones?"
"10 000 bones." Greg exclaimed. "But, wait. There's more."
Antonio continued. "Well after accepting her offer, we settled the deals and blah, ,blah, blah. Well later that night, I check my machine for messages. Then, there's this one mysterious message. This seductive message on my machine, saying how that I'm all that, and she has to have and me and some other stuff."
Larry shook his head in disbelief.
"Larry, the woman has been leaving messages on my voice-mail. At first I thought it was Greg here, pulling another fast one on me but it wasn't. It was Simone Jackson."
"So how did she get your number?" Larry asked.
"That's just it. I don't know. And she won't tell me. Oh, and check this out."
"What?" Greg asked.
"The painting she bought. She wants me to personally deliver it to her place."
Larry was astonished. "Why do you always get the girls, while me and Greg get shit?"
"Hey, I don't get shit!" Greg protested.
"Well after the auctioning was done last night, Greg and I were talking and then she approached me. She introduced herself to the both of us and told me that she wanted to speak to me in private in the next fifteen minutes outside at the front."
"Yeah, go on." Larry said.
Antonio continued. "Well in fifteen minutes I was outside waiting for her. I then heard her walking from around the corner of the entrance." Antonio felt like he was replaying the entire scene but giving a word for word description. He continued on to the point where Simone kissed on him on his cheek.
"On the cheek?" Larry asked.
Antonio nodded his head.
"That's it?" Greg asked unenthusiastically. "She just kissed you on your cheek?"
"Yeah Greg, that's it. What did you want her to do? Go down on her knees and suck me off or something?"
Greg and Larry smiled at each other.
"You guys are just too horny for my purpose." Antonio said.
"What's her name again?" Larry asked.
"Simone Jackson." Antonio said.
"Simone Jackson? Wait, I know that woman, I've seen her name elsewhere. I just can't remember where?"
"I know where I would like to see Simone if I were Antonio." Greg said grabbing his crotch for fun.
Antonio gave Greg a disgusting look. "Yeah, you're funny Greg."
"What does she do?" Larry asked.
"I don't know." Antonio said. "I'll find out on Friday when I go out to her cocktail party."
"She invited you to her cocktail party?" Greg asked.
"Yes, Greg." Antonio said turning to Greg. "She also said you're invited?"
Greg had huge smile on his face. "I wonder if she has any sisters?"
Larry continued to scratch his head. "Where have I seen her name before?"
Chapter Six:
This weekend decided to take its pace nice and slow. This weekend for some reason decided to drag on and on. Usually for Antonio it goes fast. Was it because he was thinking of Simone a lot? Antonio would have been ashamed to admit that to anyone, especially Greg. After Larry and his depressing sob story, Antonio dashed home to get his things ready for his parents. Antonio's parents were very civilized individuals. Antonio's mom was especially outspoken. If she saw something that did not look right she just had to comment, regardless of the situation.
"Well you're a bit late." Antonio's mom said as she stared at Antonio on the front porch.
"Sorry mom," Antonio said as he kissed her on her cheek, and let himself inside the house. He dropped his things in the middle of the hallway. "Dad, what's up?"
"I'm upstairs." he yelled.
Antonio took off his shoes and followed his father's voice to the vacant room at the top of the stairs. Antonio's dad was in the guest room finishing laying down plastic over the carpet. He wore white overalls that covered his black plaided shirt. He had a nice trimmed moustache and did not exhibit that much wrinkles on his face. His temples were smooth but were spotted with some fine grey hairs that he probably forgot to touch up with his Just For Men colouring. His skin was contrast of his son; his being dark like coca while Antonio's complexion was that of hot chocolate with a tiny bit too much milk.
Antonio entered into the room. "We're making progress."
"You mean, I'm making progress," his father corrected. He got up and gave Antonio a hug. "So what's up with you?"
Antonio's mind instantly flashed to Simone. Her body, her accessories, her voice. He quickly squinted attempting to make the image vanish from his mind. There were some things, that you can tell your folks, but there were some other things you couldn't. Antonio couldn't see himself approaching his dad and saying:
"Yeah paps, you see there's this girl. Well this girl, she's looks great, but I don't know if I should knock boots with her."
Antonio's father would look him straight in the eye and say, "The hell yeah!"
Antonio never saw this scenario happening.
"Uh, nothing. Nothing at all." Antonio said as he turned his baseball cap backwards. "So how are you and mom?"
Antonio's father bent back down and looked up at his face. "The same. You know how you're mother and I are? We're still the boisterous ones on the block saying whatever is on our minds. Tony you would never believe this?"
"What?" Antonio asked enthusiastically.
"Remember the Johnstones who lived a couple of houses down from us?"
"Yeah, what?"
"Well, rumour has it that there son, that they've been bragging about claiming that he was going to be better than everybody else, well the bastard's bankrupt."
"Dad, you're lying." Antonio said walking downstairs for the paint equipment.
Antonio's father rose from ground and followed him to the banister of the stairwell. "It's true. I heard that bastard got himself bankrupt because some woman scandalized him.
"What woman?" Antonio asked as he took the paint brush and pan upstairs.
"I don't know. Apparently that so-called woman had the hots for Johnstone's son and only used him for his assets."
Antonio's mom overheard the conversation that Antonio's dad and himself were having.
"Clarence, you're telling Tony about Matthew?"
"Yes sugar," the father replied.
"Tony, I hope that teaches you a lesson." Antonio's mom replied from the kitchen.
"Uh, what?" Antonio asked. "Don't get bankrupt?"
"No." Antonio's mom got out of the kitchen with her hands on her hips. "Tony, don't get yourself involved with any women. Just because she carries female organs, doesn't make her the best female on the planet you know."
"That's the most stupid thing I've ever heard." Antonio's father replied.
"Do have anything better to say Clarence?" Antonio's mom asked firmly.
"Marla, a woman is a woman." Antonio's father replied. He then turned to Antonio. "Take this from a male perspective." He emphasized the word male loud enough to make Marla hear. "A woman will always will be a woman, and they will do everything to get what they want. You need to recognize these signals. She could be rich, pretty, or even ugly. Don't let them make you into a puppet on their strings."
Antonio looked back at his mother.
"Hey, don't look at me," Marla replied. "Your father says he knows best."
"That's why we're been married for almost 40 years." Clarence replied proudly.
"And he still snores like the first day we met." Marla said under her breath as she headed back to the kitchen.
Antonio, and his father started painting the guest room with the mother joining later on. All three of them worked strenuously on painting the guest room. The guest room was of good size but it still took a lot of work. After four hours of painting, all three of them stood in the middle of the newly painted room and gazed at their hard work.
"Finished at last." replied Antonio's mom.
Antonio's father let out a big sigh followed by Antonio.
Antonio then turned his mother. "I'm tired. I better get going."
"Better get going?" Antonio's mom questioned. "Relax yourself. You've just painted a room and you already want to leave. You young people these days are so weird. Aren't they Clarence?"
Antonio's father ignored her and continued to look at the painted walls that were once covered with dull paint. He let out a yawn.
Antonio's mother shook her head. "Wow. You men really impress me sometimes." She said sarcastically.
Antonio arrived at his home late that night. He and his parents after painting the room (and of course Antonio being forced to stay) began talking and reminiscing the days.
Antonio flung his jacket on the couch as he opened his door. As he slammed the door he began to stare at his answering machine that layed their on the table beside the couch. His conscious began to bother him.
"I bet myself $10 that she left a steamy message on my machine." he said to himself. He began to get a little excited. He rushed over and earnestly depressed the play button
First Call:
"Yeah Tony it's Greg, I can't find that file on the account with the Crocker company. I think I left on your desk on Friday. Tomorrow first thing, can please check if it's still there? Thanks buddy. Oh, how's Simone doing? Has she called you yet? Has she been leaving XXX messages on your machine? Well I 'll find out from you tomorrow right? Anyways, tomorrow. Later."
Antonio smirked as he began to take off his shoes and socks and lay on the sofa. As his hand found the remote control, the second message started.
Second Call:
"Yes, it your mom. Just checking to see if you got home in one piece. Your probably laying on the couch watching TV while listening to this."
Antonio nodded as he continued flipping through the channels.
"Well I'll talk to you tomorrow. Bye."
Third call:
"Hi Antonio, it's your favourite customer," purred the seductive voice.
Antonio sprung up from the sofa like a geyser.
"So how's my artist boy today? Fine I hope. You know, it would be nice to actually speak to you for once on the phone without hearing, 'please leave your name and number after the beep thanks.' If you're not too tired call me, I'm at home, alone. You should have my phone number but hear it is again."
Antonio switched the television off impatiently and grabbed the first pencil and paper his eyes first set on.
"My phone number is 254-5640 and ask for me. If you hear a man answer the phone, don't get intimated, it's my butler."
"Butler?" Antonio asked himself. "Wow, she has a butler?"
"I'll be waiting for your call, later night. Bye."
Antonio looked at his watch.
11:45 pm.
Antonio began to get hesitate.
"Should I call her?" he asked. He began to take two deep breaths. He looked at the phone number he written (in chicken scratch) on the piece of paper that layed in his hands. His heart began to thump harder and faster. He began to sweat, and his knees started to feel useless. He took another two deep breaths and headed upstairs for his bedroom. He quickly took off his clothes and layed their in his underwear. He began to stare up at the ceiling.
"I can't." he pouted.
Just then, the phone rang.
Antonio looked at his watch.
11:55 pm.
"Who the hell would call me five minutes before midnight? Gosh, if it's Greg . . . . "
He reached for the phone on his night table and lifted up the receiver. "Hello?"
"Hi. . . . Antonio?" asked the voice.
Antonio jumped up from his bed.
"Simone?"
Next time on Illicit Obsessions. . . .
(Please note that the next following episode contains explicit sexual content, discretion is advised . . . .if you can't take that type of material.)
She then directed conversation towards to Antonio. "So artist boy, where did you learn to draw like that?"
Antonio paused. "I don't know, probably a gifted talent."
"Is that the only talent you have?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well aren't there any other things that you can do with your hands?"
"And, what? You don't find it a bit weird for you to be talking to a guy who's 18 years younger than you?"
"Do you find it weird to talking to a woman who's 18 years older than you?"
"No, but . . . "
"Case closed."
Simone was right, Antonio thought. She is domineering. Antonio tried to squeeze his argument in.
"But don't you feel uncomfortable?"
"Why should I? I find dating younger men, a big turn for me.
Simone moaned out loud as the touch of his hands on her breast sparked a sensation up her spine. . . . . .. . he moved his way lower towards her breasts.
"Yes, oh yes." Simone replied as she felt his tongue move in the valley that layed between her breasts.. . . . . he began to kiss her breast, gently touching her nipple.
Simone felt as she was going to explode. He wouldn't stop. He used the tips of fingers to tantalize her nipples and Simone felt she had no control.
"Oh gosh, don't stop! Don't stop!" she yelped.
. . . . . .. It was as if he was construction worker who would not stop until he heard the five o'clock whistle.
Simone's legs began to quiver as she flung them around his back and locked them.
Simone stop, and lifted his head towards her face. "Antonio fuck me. Fuck me hard!"
Executive Producer:
Dwight Barrett
Written by:
Kinda Of Obvious.
Directed by:
Pretty Obvious
Produced by:
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