The Wrong Room Ch. 04

Part four of the flash fiction storyThe Wrong Room. Thanks for choosing to read another one of my stories. If you are unfamiliar with this story it might be best to go back to the beginning to understand this relationship, but that's your choice. -Dreamweaver594...

Mike walked into the hotel room Wednesday night and flopped onto the bed. Allison was sitting in a chair thumbing through a magazine she picked up in the lobby.

"Word on the street is your in the clear, beautiful. Yusuf called me this afternoon and told me that Gleason was pissed when he heard that you skipped town but he's decided that you're too much of a pain in the ass to pursue."

"Does that mean I'm coming back to help you tomorrow?"

"I hope you're still interested."

"It sure beats what I've been doing, and besides, the pay is good," she added with a grin.

"What pay? We haven't discussed any salary yet."

"No, but the fringe benefits package is awesome," she said climbing onto the bed and grabbing him into a hug and kiss.

"So, you're on top."

"I am," she said, her eyes twinkled.

He kissed her gently then rolled her off to lie by his side. He propped his head up on an elbow and looked at her with a serious expression. This began to worry her. "Allison...where's home for you?

She sighed. "Why? I thought you said two nights ago you didn't care about my past."

"I did, but now I want to know everything about you. If it bothers you, you don't have to tell me, I'll respect your privacy."

She gazed into his eyes then she began to tear up.

"Hey, hey, I didn't want to upset you, I'm sorry," he said wiping tears from her cheeks.

"No, it's okay." She dried her cheeks with the back of her hand and smiled meekly. "Tell me the truth, Mike, you're not leaving me after Friday are you?"

"What? Where did that come from? No, definitely not."

"It's just that as soon as a guy begins to ask questions like that he's already packing his bags."

"No sweetie, no bag packing. I just wanted to know more about you. You simply fascinate me and well, I wanted to...look," he sat up and took her hands. "I've been thinking about this for a couple of days now and uh, here it is. After we're done with the law firm on Friday, I want you to come to Cincinnati with me, as my partner, of course. I have three more clients lined up starting in two weeks, which is more than enough time for you to settle in."

"I'd love to! Your place?" she asked then her expression filled with doubt. "Or am I staying somewhere else?"

"I'd love to have you stay with me but you may not like the living arrangements," he said, looking a bit troubled.

"Why, are you married?"

"No, God no, nothing like that. Look, I haven't told you this because, well, I didn't have an opportunity and I was sort of afraid of how you might react."

"Why?"

"I have a daughter, Marissa, she's six years old. She stays with my sister, Madison, when I'm away on business. She's cute and adorable, and I love her to death."

Allison paused and looked at him with a curious smile. "And?"

"That's it, I come with strings attached, a package deal, father and daughter, an incomplete set."

"What will she think of me?"

"Knowing Marissa, she'll think you're cool."

"Even if she knows about me?"

Mike nodded then shrugged his shoulders. "She's six but incredibly level-headed. She sees through bullshit with laser vision. But you're someone special to me and she'll recognize that...I hope."

"And if she doesn't?"

"Then I guess we'll cross that bridge if we have to come to it, but we won't cause she'll see how much you mean to me. Besides, I really want you to stay with me."

"I want that too."

"Okay." Allison kissed him and sat up. "Here goes, Allison's life story." She took a big breath and let it out slowly. "I'm from a little town outside of Boise, Idaho."

"Idaho?"

"Yeah, it's a far cry from here isn't it? Anyway, my life choices and the western way of living don't mix very well so I left for Chicago to live with a cousin of my mom's when I was seventeen. My Mom didn't want me to go but with so many other mouths to feed I guess she saw it as the best option. My dad was an over the road truck driver and he wasn't around all that much. But when he was he didn't like what I was becoming in his eyes."

"Did he beat you?"

"No, not at first, and then just a little. From what I've heard from other girls, I was lucky on that account. He just didn't like to see me when he was around so I laid low and hid out in my room."

Mike nodded. "So, Chicago?"

"Yeah, I was there for about a year until mom's cousin, Serena, got a new boyfriend and I was obviously the third wheel. Serena called a friend of hers, Marcie, and arranged for me to go with her on a road trip to Atlantic City. Marcie was working at the time as a showgirl in a casino outside of Chicago and she got a gig in New Jersey. Apparently, it paid a lot better. She was willing to take me along and try to set me up."

"As a showgirl?"

"Yeah, I guess..." Allison shrugged her shoulders and smiled meekly. "I was a year into my transition at the time and she told me I had a chance, so I went for it."

She scrunched her nose and shrugged her shoulders. "It didn't last long. About six months into the gig I was dancing in a club. One night, when one of the regulars got a little too handsy, he discovered something he didn't expect and went crazy. He beat me up pretty bad. I was in the hospital for two days until my manager told the hospital he wouldn't pay for anymore treatment because, he claimed, I lied to him about who I was. Which was true, I suppose, although it shouldn't have mattered. Anyway, I was fired. So, I gathered up all that I had, which wasn't much, and stabbed my finger on a map, and came here to start over. That was six months ago and then I met you."

Mike rubbed his hand across her back and she leaned down and kissed him.

"Now it's your turn, sweetie," she said with a smirk.

"Hmm. Well, I'm twenty-six. I met Reggie, Marissa's mother, when I was a junior at Bowling Green University in Ohio. I was a computer science major and Reggie was a Goth.

"A Goth?"

"Yeah, you know, black everything, death and destruction. She had a crazy lifestyle, which was probably why I was attracted to her at first. I mean I wasn't into Goth, but there was an aggressiveness about her that intrigued me."

"So, that's why you like me, my aggressive nature, huh?" She reached around him and tickled his ribs.

"That, and a whole lot more, sweetheart. Hey!" He grabbed her hand and looked at her nails. "You trimmed your nails."

She held up both hands and turned them to admire them in the light. "Yeah, they were too long for what we are doing...not really business appropriate I guess."

"True. Those talons looked like they could draw blood before."

"They still can with a little shaping if my boyfriend doesn't finish his story." She held his face in her hands and kissed him seductively on the lips.

"Okay. Anyway, Reggie was a Goth, right? We sort of hit it off and after a couple of months we started living together. Ten months later Marissa was born. Reggie sort of forgot to mention that she was off the pill."

Allison began to play with Mike's hair as he continued.

"We did the mommy/daddy thing until Marissa was one and no longer nursing. I came home from a night class one night and there was this girl I hadn't seen before who told me she was a friend of Reggie's. She said Reggie got a call from an old friend in New York and left a couple of hours ago. She handed me a note."

"At least she left a note," Allison muttered.

"Yeah, I suppose," he shrugged his shoulders. Reggie said she was not into the mommy thing and that Marissa was more mine than hers anyway. I could put her up for adoption or whatever she said she didn't care. Then she said it was fun while it lasted. She signed it with a simple, bye. After that, I did the court thing to make sure I had total custody, and that was it."

"Does Marissa miss her mother?"

"Like I said she's a pretty level-headed six-year old. By the time she was 18 months she knew that it was going to be just her and me, at least for a while."

"So, how do I fit in?"

"I can play the role of 'Father Goose" for only so long, sweetie. Sooner or later, probably sooner, Marissa is going to need a woman's touch to help her through what's to come."

"But, what about your sister?"

"Madison has five kids of her own, mostly girls, and if you count my brother-in-law, six. She's got her hands full." He turned to look at her pleadingly. "How 'bout it, partner?" He flashed her a sheepish grin.

"Michael," she said looking at him seriously. She always called him Michael when she was being serious. "I love kids and your daughter sounds like a delight, but it's really all up to her. Whether she accepts me as her big sister or a crazy aunt or some weird girl who drops in from time to time is up to her. But...I'll always be your partner, if you'll have me."

He grinned and leaned forward. "A kiss to seal the partnership?"

She planted a tender and loving kiss on his lips. "Deal."

"Now...about this lovely thing that's come between us." His eyes twinkled as he reached down and caressed her shaft. "What exactly are your plans?"

"I have been rock hard waiting for you for hours, my sweet, and as soon as I can get your clothes off I'm going to have my way with you until dinner...maybe later."

"Hmm," he said nuzzling her neck. "I'm all yours."

A few minutes later Allison slowly pushed her condom covered cock through Mike's sphincter and settled her lovely nipples against his chest. "You know, one of these nights you're going to have to learn to prepare yourself for me. I really hate rubbers."

"I hate rubbers too. Oh God, you fill me up so much, sweetheart."

She waited a moment for him to adjust to her girth then slowly began to move inside of him. "I love how it feels to be inside of you. I've only done this a couple of times in the past but when you wrap your legs around me and crush my body to yours, I feel so loved."

"You are," he said softly.

Tears began to well up in her eyes.

"Hey, what's with the waterworks?"

"They're happy tears, my love," she said as she moved to fill him up again, and again, and again.

A NOTE TO THE READER:

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