Insatiable Excerpt

Bursting with excitement at the thought of getting the elusive Dr. Kenneth Harding back in her bed where he belonged, Kai cruised into the Old City section of Philadelphia and pulled into a parking lot on the corner of Third and Market Streets. Before exiting her Benz, she sat with her thighs squeezed together as she waited for the sexual throbbing to subside.

Two Haitian parking attendants smiled widely. "My eyes are having a feast," the taller man said loud enough for Kai to hear.

Kai interpreted his words, intended to compliment, as disrespectful. The whites of the man's eyes were discolored, rather yellowish and she was offended that eyes such as his were feasting upon her. Her tight lips twisted into a disgusted smirk as she tossed her car keys to him.

"A beautiful woman steps out of such a fine-looking automobile," the man continued, unaware that he repelled her. "I must be in heaven." Both men chuckled good-naturedly, expecting a smile or some type of acknowledgment from Kai.

Kai, however, wanted to slap the insipid smiles off their primitive faces. Remembering she had no time for justifiable violence, she haughtily flipped her hair from the back of her coat and strode past the disappointed attendants. The slender heels of her black calfskin boots clicked purposefully across the asphalt parking lot.

"Dinner?" the hostess of the upscale restaurant asked.

"No, I'd like to sit at the bar." Kai walked across the room and perched atop a barstool. Music played softly in the background. She ordered an Apple Martini and impatiently watched the door.

Working Dinner at 8--Cuba Libre Restaurant, Old City was what she had copied from Dr. Harding's daily planner. She wondered with whom he had planned to dine? Some pharmaceutical salesperson? His accountant? It didn't matter; Kai was prepared to display her anguish publicly. She'd shed buckets of tears, fall into his arms, cling to him and beg his forgiveness. She'd do whatever was necessary to get Kenneth to forego his dinner plans and leave the restaurant with her. They could pick up something to eat on the way back to her apartment.

And once she had him inside her boudoir, she would dig deeply into her ample bag of sex tricks so that Kenneth would be left with no choice but to forgive and forget. This was an excellent plan, Kai decided. This plan had the element of surprise on her side. It was a brilliant plan, in fact, though it hadn't been her first choice. She would have preferred having an opportunity to appease his anger over the phone, but he hadn't returned any of her calls. Pity. Kenneth detested public scenes and would go to any lengths to avoid drawing adverse attention.

Well, he was about to get a doozie of a scene! As soon as her theatrics commenced, Kenneth would whisk her out of there and then she'd have him in her clutches--in private. He'd be nothing more than putty in her hands.

Kai had just turned the glass of the second Apple Martini up to her lips when she head Kenneth's baritone voice. "Dinner for two." She whirled around so quickly, the green-colored drink splattered down the front of her white chiffon blouse.

"Oh, Kenneth!" Kai shrieked. She leapt from the barstool, knocking her coat onto the floor. As she bent awkwardly to retrieve it, she twisted her ankle, slid into a semi-split and broke the heel of her left boot.

Gazing up helplessly at the handsome, distinguised, blond-haired and blue-eyed Dr. Harding, who's normally pale skin now glowed with a recent Carribean tan, she realized that his dining companion was a black woman. A regal, statuesque woman with her natural hair in fashionable twists. The woman had flawless dark skin that resembled black satin. Adorned with ethnic attire and jewelry, the woman who was older than Kai, but much younger than Dr. Harding's wife, held his arm possessively.

Kai wondered if her involvement with Kenneth had uncovered some hidden yearning for women of a darker persuasion? Was that how he had perceived her? Not as an equal, but as an exotic mulatto--someone to dally with behind closed doors?

Though distracted by the presence of this majestic and mysterious woman who obviously knew Kenneth intimately, Kai refused to change her game plan.

Unceremoniously, Kai picked herself up. Dragging a broken heel, she advanced with outstretched arms, limping and whimpering his name. A far cry from the dignified young lady who'd entered the restaurant, Kai was now rumpled and unkempt. The hostess looked at her in horror. Dr. Harding's date shrank back in fear and bewilderment, while Dr. Harding looked frantic and ready to bolt for the door.

"I'm so sorry, Kenneth," Kai sobbed, clutching the lapel of his coat and then resting her head on his chest.

Dr. Harding stiffened, shot his date an uneasy smile, and cleared his throat. "Kai, this is not the time or place," he said removing Kai's resistant hands.

"It's never the right time! You go off on vacation with your withered wife and now that you're back in Philly, you don't even have the decency to return my calls." Kai reached for him again, expecting to be comforted.

Dr. Harding backed away from her grasping tentcles. "You're creating a scene. Please leave; we can discuss this tomorrow."

"Tomorrow!" Kai screamed.

The buzzing conversations of patrons seated at the nearby bar ceased.

"Perhaps I should leave," Dr. Harding's companion suggested. "Can you get me a cab?" she asked the hostess.

"No. We'll leave together." Dr. Harding took his frazzled date's arm and turned her toward the door. Looking back, he apologized to the hostess with a weary smile.

Hot on their heels, Kai exited the restaurant also. "What's the matter, Kenneth? Am I too fair-skinned for you now?" She heckled. Despite the broken heel, she hobbled closely behind the couple determined to keep pace.

"Huh? What's the problem, Kenneth? Does she suck your dick better than I do?"

Dr. Harding waved his hand, anxiously beckoning the parking attendant to hurry and get his car.

"Let me tell you something, Ms. Nubia or whatever your name is," Kai continued, "you're going to have to suck his little pencil for damn near an hour before it comes to life."

The woman gasped, but Kai was relentless. "And after all that sucking, I can guarantee you that the little bugger is going to deflate the second it touches your nappy pussy!"

Dr. Harding race-walked his appalled companion toward his Jaguar and away from Kai's scorching words.

"Are you prepared for the worst sex of your life?" Kai screamed as she stumbled up to the Jag and banged on the passenger side window.

Dr. Harding started the ignition; Kai did a hasty shuffle to his side of the car and pulled frantically on the door. It was locked.

The Haitian attendant, who only a half hour earlier had been snubbed by Kai, pulled her away, using the soothing tone one would use if trying to calm a dangerously insane person. "Miss, please let go of the door. You're going to hurt yourself." The attendant managed to pry her fingers from the door handle as Dr. Harding screeched away.

"Take your grimy hands off me." Kai yanked away from the attendant, turning her fury on him. "Where's my fucking car? Go get it...and it better not have one scratch on it. Do you hear me? Not one scratch, goddamit!"

"Yes, Miss. I'll get your car, but do you think you're able to drive safely?"

"Fuck off; who asked for your concern! Just get my car and mind your damn business."

Kai bent down and angrily ripped the broken heel off her boot, then flung it across the parking lot, aiming at the head of the retreating attendant.