Red K Summer

TITLE: Red K Summer AUTHOR: Midknight CHAPTER: 6 of ? FANDOM: Smallville SHIP: Clark / Other / Chloe... RATING: NC-17 CATEGORY: Erotica SPOILERS: A couple, Season Three UNIVERSE: A look at how Clark spent his summer between the end of Season Two and the beginning of Season Three. DISCLAIMER: None of these characters belong to me. They belong to The WB and whoever else does. I pay homage to them and I make no profit from this story in any fashion, way or means. AUTHORS NOTE: I apologize before hand and hope you will forgive any errors or blatant discrepancies. FEEDBACK: Yes Please. It helps. It really, really helps. - midknight_tales@yahoo.com CHAPTER SIX He climbed out of the shower, dried off and wrapped a towel around his waist. He stepped out of the bathroom to find Chloe sitting on the edge of the bed, tying her the buckle on her sandal. He walked up to her and without saying a word, slid his up along the inside of her thigh and then lightly caressed her naked pussy, making her gasp. She looked at him in shock, even as she let out a little moan when his fingertips slid through her intimate folds. "Just checking to make sure you hadn't decided to put your panties on while I wasn't looking." He explained before licking the light coating of her cream of his fingers. Her expression changed from shock to something between thoughtful and sheepish and they both realized that she hadn't even thought of putting on her underwear, even though he hadn't been there to enforce his previous command for her to go without them. He chuckled and then went to his closet, selected a pair of dark jeans and a dark shirt. He took his time dressing, feeling Chloe's eyes on his naked body although she always seemed to be studying something else when he looked at her. He caught her once or twice in the reflection in the mirror on the inside of his closet door. Dressed comfortably, he finished off his ensemble with a tailored sport coat and boots. He made a call on his mobile and then called down to the lobby before they left and when they stepped out of his building there was a cab waiting for them. "Where are we going?" she asked. "A friend of mine owns a store and we're going to pick up a few thing for you, and in a sense me, before I take you somewhere, interesting. But, first breakfast." He explains without really telling her much. He is being deliberately mysterious, knowing that if nothing else, Chloe would always be a slave to her curiosity. He sees her squirm slightly in her seat and hides his smile behind a hastily raised hand as he guesses that she is having a little trouble adjusting to not wearing any underwear under her thin skirt. He takes them to a little cafŽ he knows, a block or so away from the store he is taking her to and they sit outside and enjoy a hearty breakfast. He deliberately keeps their conversation light, deflecting her questions and steering her away talking about his reasons for leaving Smallville or his apparent wealth. Her frustration, as he stymies her attempts amuse him, but they were a bit taxing and irritating in their persistence. Deftly countering another of her lines of enquiry he shifts his hand forward under the table and quickly slides it along the inside of her thigh. His fingers are about an inch from her naked sex before her thighs snap together, trapping his hand and he sees her eyes widen as she says his name in a shocked, scandalized whisper. He chuckles. "Stop asking questions and finish your breakfast, Chloe. We're expected." He tells her, wriggling his fingers against her smooth skin. She glares at him and he stares calmly back at her until she lowers her eyes and fixes her attention on her plate. He squeezes her thigh before he removes his hand. They finished their breakfast in silence. He checked his watch. He'd told Monique they'd be there by eleven and it was quarter to. He held her chair for her when she rose and with a hand. Lightly on the small of her back he guided her in the direction they needed to go, acting the perfect gentleman. The street was fairly empty and he was feeling mischievous, so after a while he let his hand slip lower and lightly fondled her butt. She jumped as if goosed and spun on him, eyes blazing and his reply was to flash her a wolfish grin. "We're here." He told her before she could break in the tirade he could see almost dripping from her lips. "Take it as a compliment, Chloe. Your ass is so fine I can't keep my hands off it." He whispered to her as he brushed past her and knocked lightly on the door of the up market boutique he'd brought them to. After a moment the door opened and Monique ushered them in with a broad smile. She greeted Clark warmly in French accented English, with a hug and he felt her give his ass a playful squeeze and he returned the favour. He was sure Chloe could see everything. "Monique, this is a friend of mine, Cindy. Cindy, Monique." He introduced the two women. Chloe stammered a greeting, obviously thrown by Clark's subterfuge and not quite knowing what to make of the tall, elegantly dressed woman she had just been introduced to. "Cindy here had her bags lost by the airlines, so she just simply doesn't have a stitch to wear and I'll be taking her to Antoine's later and I thought you might have something... suitable." He explained. Monique's eyebrow shot up when he mentioned Antoine's and he gave an imperceptible shake of his head and a slow wink. She frowned, but when she turned to Chloe, any sign of confusion was gone and she was all smiles. "For, such a lovely friend of yours, Kal. I'm sure I do." She looked Chloe up and down with a practiced eye. He saw Chloe's cheeks blush rosily at the openly appreciative and calculating once over Monique gave her. Had Chloe not already been so stunned and out of her element she might have reacted a bit more violently when Monique cupped and weighed her breasts, but as it stood all she did was gasp, her eyes going wide. Monique removed her hands before Chloe could do anything else. "I'll select a few thing and we'll see if they work. I won't be a moment." She told them and head to the back of the store. Chloe turned on Clark. "What the hell! She just felt me up. Why Cindy and who's Kal? What are we doing here and what's Antoine's and who is she." She asked, her questions tumbling out of her lips. "You look like a Cindy, so be one. I'm Kal to her and everyone else here in Metropolis. Antoine's you'll find out about soon enough and Monique, well she's a good friend." He answered her succinctly. Chloe looked at him suspiciously. "You slept with her." She half stated, half asked almost accusingly. "No, Chloe's. Actually, we are friends, who've fucked a couple of times. She's really good at it and her tastes are quite... broad. You could even learn a thing or two from her, I just don't think you're limber enough." He corrected her watching her jaw drop in surprise at his answer. "Now pick your jaw up off the floor and just go with the flow. If you don't like it, the deal stands you can leave whenever you want, just remember that if I see you again after that I'll disappear for good." He continued without pause, putting steel in his voice. She looked as if she wanted to say something, but couldn't quite find the words, but he smiled brightly over her shoulder as Monique returned. "Why don't you come through?" she suggested, gesturing to curtained doorway she had just emerged. Clark made a shooing motion and Chloe preceded them through the curtain. He whispered his intensions to Monique as he passed and she gave him an appraising look before chuckling softly and slapping him lightly on the shoulder. He lagged behind for a moment to appreciate her tight ass in the black pencil skirt she wore before following. Monique was tall, only an inch or two shorter than him, slender and shapely with high, pert breasts perfectly proportioned for her body type, legs that reached for the heavens and an ass you could bounce quarters off of. Her strong, lightly tanned features boasted full, pouty lips, bright, hazel eyes and smoothly defined cheekbones were surrounded by a mane of dark, chocolate brown hair. He'd met Monique a few weeks after getting settled in Metropolis. In, her early twenties, she was an ex-runway model and she owned her store outright and most of the clothes in it were of her own design. Behind the curtain there is a spacious, well-lit room. One end is slightly raised stage with a curtained off area at its back and a rack of dresses off to one side. There were also Large, full-length mirrors dotted around the room and two on the stage area. There is a comfortable looking chair set to face the stage and without a word Clark slid into it while Monique guided Chloe up onto the stage and to the rack of clothes. Chloe keeps glancing over at him and he smiles reassuringly. Monique flipped through the rack for a moment and then hands Chloe a deep green dress. After a moment Chloe took the dress and headed towards the curtained off area. "Where are you going?" he asked her and she stopped, turning to face him. "I'm going to change." She answered, her tone also asking if he were stupid or blind. She must have seen something in his face, because he can see a little worry slip into her eyes. "No need to go anywhere to do that. We're all friends here and you have nothing to be ashamed of, Chloe." He told her with a smile and a quirk to his head. He finds her utterly adorable as he sees her eyes widen and little rosy spots appear on her cheeks. "But... but, I'm not wearing any..." she almost squeaked and he shrugged to say: "So what." Monique rested her hand lightly on Chloe's shoulder, making the petite blonde jump slightly. "Relax, Cheri. It is nothing I have not seen before." Monique told her and then leaned closer. "Enjoy it. You are a beautiful woman. Kal is playing a game with you, no? Well why don't you play a game of your own?" the French woman whispered before moving away. Clark sat passively in the chair as Chloe shifted her worried gaze between him and Monique. "Had he pushed her too far? What they had done before had been between them alone. Would this be where she drew the line?" he wondered, as she stood unmoving. He knew when she made her decision, because her chin came up and her shoulders straightened and she handed the dress to Monique and began to unbutton her blouse. He thought she would try to be more modest and attempt to slip on the dress before removing her skirt, but instead she stripped nude before accepting the dress from Monique. Clark let his gaze roam over his blonde friend's nude form with appreciation and adjusted his growing cock for comfort as he sat back. Monique's study of Chloe was as appreciative as his as she helped her into the dress. The dress was long and flowing and clung to her form, accentuating her curves and assets to perfection with a plunging neckline and open back with a slit at its side up to mid-thigh. The dress revealed, almost as much as it covered and he could see the uncertainty in Chloe's eyes. Monique adjusted the dress on Chloe, her hands lingering before she turned the shorter woman to face the mirror. Chloe studied her reflection and self-consciously tugged at the front of the dress to diminish the ample cleavage it showed. Monique brushed her hands away and resettled the dress and then turned Chloe to face him. "TrŽ Fantastique, No. and I have just the perfect pair of shoes to go with it." she stated. He had seen a certain glimmer in Chloe's eyes when she looked at herself in the mirror that said she wasn't displeased with what she saw. He smiled to himself. "Yes, truly beautiful. Why don't you try on a few more, Chloe." He suggested, steepling his hands and resting his chin on them watching her speculatively. He had caught Monique's whispered suggestion and was keen to see what Chloe would do. The blonde looked over at the rack of dresses and with a shrug removed the dress she was wearing and handed it to Monique and then actually flounced over to the rack and began looking through it, presenting him with a superb view of her ass. Monique tossed him a side-long glance and he gave her another slow wink. Chloe's attempts at teasing him and feigning indifference to her nudity in front of him and Monique started to war with her desire to see herself in the designer dresses Monique had picked out for her. She even stopped flinching or shifting away from Monique's intimate, lingering touches which were having less and less to do with adjusting the dresses to the desired fit. Clark shifted in his seat and had to adjust himself again as he continued to harden in response to the exotic, erotic striptease / fashion show going on in front of him. She tried on several more gowns, modeling them for him and herself while talking animatedly with Monique. Clark wanted to see more of this Chloe, confident, vivacious and sexy. She looked stunning in everything, but the deep, green, silk dress she had tried on first was still his favourite. He asked her to try it on again and made no attempt to hide the fact that he was stroking his cock through his jeans while he watched. Chloe arched her eyebrow playfully at him and reached for the dress. Monique left for a moment, returning with a few boxes. The boxes contained a pair of high-heeled strappy sandals that matched the hue of the dress perfectly. Another held a dark green velvet choker with a dark red stone set in a silver oval at the base of her throat and two, small matching earings. The last held a dark, red silk shawl. The overall affect was breathtaking and Clark stood up and walked over to where Chloe stood. "Choose whichever of the others you like, but tonight, you wear this." He told her, his voice husky, his mouth suddenly dry. The height of the 'stage' left them nearly face to face and with out another word he hooked his hand around the back of her head and pulled her into a hungry, exploring kiss. She melted against him, her hand going to his hair and his hand cradled her ass through the smooth material of the dress. "Would you two like me to leave?" Monique asked and Clark broke their heated kiss, but did not take his fondling hand off Chloe's ass. "But, I thought you liked to watch, Mon?" he asked playfully. "True." She answered after a moment of feigned consideration. "But I fear I might be tempted to do more than watch and I do not want to ruin my fledgling friendship with Cindy here by doing something she might not be comfortable with." Monique continued. Clark turned back to look at Chloe who seemed to have trouble meeting his eyes. He smiled. "Maybe next time." He said his smile becoming a grin as he once again noticed Chloe blush and Monique let out a bright tinkle of laughter. "Maybe." She acknowledged, still chuckling. Chloe rested her hand lightly on his shoulder. "Clark? Are you serious?" she asked gesturing at the rack. "Yes. Pick whatever you want." He reassured her and frowned as she worried at her lower lip. "What is it?" he asked. She swallowed hard. "Monique said she has... she also has an amazing collection of lingerie and sleepwear. Could I, maybe?" she asked after a hesitant moment. He considered her request, deliberately drawing out the moment, having already made his decision. "As long as you don't wear it under your clothes or when I tell you not to." He stipulated. She nodded her acceptance of his terms and smiled. "Would you like me to model them for you as well?" she queried. He smiled. "My aren't we getting saucy." He told her pinching her bottom and making her jump. "Maybe back at the apartment. I'm sure we can trust Monique to choose what would suit you and me best." He told her and Chloe nodded. He turned to the French woman. "Is that okay with you?" he queried. "Sure, Kal." She replied. "We'll take the one she's wearing and all the accessories with us and you can have the rest delivered to my apartment?" he suggested and Monique nodded. "Why don't you change back into your street clothes, Cindy?" He continued and Chloe did as he asked almost reluctantly removing the exquisite gown and putting on her skirt and blouse once more. While Chloe dressed Clark followed Monique back through the curtain to the front of the store. "Could you throw in some everyday stuff for her as well?" he asked. "You like this one. She is different from the others I have seen you with. So... I am curious why you would take her to Antoine's. She does not quite seem the type, but I might be mistaken." She commented after nodding and wrapped the dress and it's accessories. "It's an experiment of sorts, a way to broaden her horizons, and I think, she'll surprise you. How much do I owe you?" he asked. "I'll send the bill with the delivery. I know you're good for it." She told him and he nodded. They chatted of other mutual acquaintances until Chloe appeared from behind the curtain. Clark grabbed the packages Monique had wrapped and bagged for them and Monique ushered them to the door. Clark bid her farewell with the customary air kisses to each of her cheeks, but when Chloe leaned forward to do the same, the French woman cupped the Blonde's cheeks in her hands and kissed her fully on the lips. Chloe tried to pull a way for just a moment and then let Monique draw her into a passionate kiss. Monique broke the kiss, releasing and Clark was amused to see that Chloe's eyes remained closed and lips remained puckered searchingly for a moment after the kiss ended. "I am sorry, Cindy. It looked so good when Kal did it, I could not help myself." Monique apologized. "It's Okay." Chloe responded a little shakily. Clark was coming to the conclusion that he thoroughly loved the way Chloe blushed. "Maybe we'll see you at Antoine's. I was thinking after nine." He informed her. She shrugged and smiled. "Wait a moment." She told them and went back into the shop. She returned after a few moments with another package and pressed it into Chloe's hand. "I will only be able to have your things delivered in the morning, so you may have this with my compliments, Cindy. "Thank you, Monique." Chloe thanked her and they left the shop. Clark hailed a cab, with a piercing whistle and ushered Chloe into it. He smiled to himself when she didn't even try to pull down her skirt when it rode up to reveal a fair amount of her smooth, shapely thighs. He gave the cabbie his address and then after a moment added: "Take your time and try not to crash into anything. There's a fifty in it for you above and beyond the fare." "What is this Antoine's you keep going on about?" she asked, her natural curiosity overcoming his previous warnings. "It's a dinner theatre, of sorts. You'll find out exactly what this evening." He answered a bit more fully than before and it seemed to satisfy her. He still had a throbbing erection in his pants and the images of her dressing and undressing in his head and the flash of her smooth, pale thighs were too inviting to pass up. He placed his hand on her thigh and then slid his hand up along the inside of it while at the same time shifting forward and leaning across her. He expected her to clamp her legs on his hand as she had at breakfast, but his fingers found her folds, swollen and wet, unimpeded as he pressed his lips to hers and with a moan she parted hers under his so that their tongues could fence. It seemed the impromptu fashion show striptease and possibly Monique's parting kiss had aroused his blonde friend to the point that she didn't care that the cabbie was watching them in the rearview mirror. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans before capturing one of her hands and guiding it into his boxers and his throbbing erection which she started stroking, unbidden. They shifted until he was lying on top of her, sprawled on the backseat of the cab. The packages from Monique's ended up on the floor. He broke their kiss with her breathing heavily and his cock oozing lube onto her hand as it traversed his length; and his fingers rubbing up and down between her folds and over her clit. "You want to fuck me right here, don't you? While he watches?" she panted, her fist slowly twisting around his thick shaft on a slippery layer of his lube. "I'm going to fuck here right here, Chloe. I can ask him not to watch, If you like, but I doubt if he won't." he informed her, two of his fingers delving into her and sawing back and forth while his thumb massaged her clit. She groaned, whether in response to his words of his fingers he didn't care. "I hate you, Clark." She moaned breathily, but without any real conviction and he smiled as she spread her legs wider while he lowered his lips to her neck to nip and suck at her skin. He dragged his fingers free of her clutching sex and hitched her skirt the rest of the way up as she fished his cock out of the fly of his boxers. She drew up her legs, placing her feet on the seat and shifting until she could guide his cock head between her folds and to her entrance. He thrust forward and her hips rose as he ploughed into her tight, hot, wet flesh. "Oh Fuck!" she hissed as he drove into her core with a single unrelenting flesh. Her tight sex resisted him, but was unable to stop him sending an equal mixture of painful and pleasurable friction sparking through her channel, the latter being more prevalent than the former. Her sex was a molten, velvet gloved fist around his shaft, clenching against him, trying to hold him in place and failing as he knifed into her, her flesh dragging a tingling, fiery trail of friction along his length. She let go of his shaft and her fingers scrabbled at his t-shirt, finally collecting fistfuls of the material as his cock filled and stretched her and their pubic bones met. He ground down on her his weight resting warmly across her entire length. He felt her wrap her legs around him as he started to pound in and out of her, drawing his hips back and then thrusting forward. She grunted or gave little cries in his ear as he fucked her with long, hard strokes. She undulated beneath him, trying to match his pace, but he was racing to his own completion. It wasn't about her. He wanted to come and using her sweet, tight body was the best way to do so. He could see her grimace in pain at the rough force of his pounding, her sex flooding wet, almost in self-defense and didn't care as he felt his balls start to boil and tighten. His cock zinged and tingled with pleasurable friction and pleasure snaked up his spine that arched as he drove into her with heavy grunts of his own. The hard pebbles of her nipples raked across his chest through the material of her blouse and his t-shirt. He slammed into her hard and she cried out, throwing back her head as his pointed head drove through her cervix and he pumped his seed into her. He felt the back of his t-shirt rip in her hands and her legs lock around him as his back muscles locked and he bellowed his release at the roof of the cab. His hips continued to thrust as he pumped thick ropes of semen into her. Her snatch clenched tightly around him, pulsing sporadically. He didn't know if she had cum, but he could feel her cream, thick, and warm around him. He raised his head from the juncture of her neck and shoulder, noting the red blossom of a hickey he had left there. His cock delivered one last twitching spurt and he rested his forehead on her heaving chest. The material of her blouse clung, damp with sweat, to her skin and he could see the dark circles of her nipples through it. He felt her hands slide off his back and her legs unlock and limply slide to the side. His cock slowly shrank out of her and he finally lifted his sated weight off her as he popped free. He pulled down her skirt to cover her as he rose and tucked himself away before zipping up his jeans and buckling his belt. He looked at Chloe, who hadn't moved or said a word since he had slid out of her. "Chloe... Chloe, you okay?" he asked, a little concerned at the dazed expression on her face. He watched her lick her lower lip. "Give me a moment." She told him softly and groaned as she pulled herself into a sitting position. Her breathing was still a little ragged. "Damn, that was rough, it hurt, and he watched the entire time, I could see him in the mirror watching me, watching him watch and... and still I came, hard." She said softly, her tone incredulous almost as if she were trying to process what had happened with words to make it make sense. "I liked it, Clark. Why did I like it?" she asked suddenly. "Because it was new, different and thrilling. Because you could let yourself enjoy it by telling yourself I was making you do it. Or, maybe it was just something you wanted to experience but didn't know it until it happened. Or, maybe you were just so horny any kind of sex, intimate, rough or otherwise would have got you off. We could conjecture for hours, but why don't you just enjoy the fact that you liked it and I am sure you will find the why eventually or realize you don't actually need a why. He could see the vacant expression leave face as he spoke and she smiled almost shyly. "Okay." She agreed after a moment and then leaned against his shoulder. "Sorry if I hurt you." He said softly, the words leaving his lips without him consciously thinking them and she just pressed slightly more firmly against his side. He toyed with the ring on his left hand, feeling the hard facets of the red stone that adorned it. He looked up to see the cabbie still watching them and gave him a dark glare which made him decide to keep his eyes on the road for the rest of the silent and thankfully short cab ride. He paid the cabdriver along with his promised fifty and then added another hundred as he noticed the dents his heels had put in the door. He gathered up the packages while Chloe started to climb slowly out of the cab via the curbside door, but Clark came around and swept her into his arms, slamming the cab door shut with his foot. "It's okay. I can walk." She told him. "And I can carry you." He countered as he swept through the lobby with a nod to the doorman and into the elevator. Had she been a bit more alert she might have wondered how he could carry her and the packages with such ease, but she didin't. "I tore your t-shirt." She told him, her voice surprised and he looked over his shoulder to see two long rents in the dark material in the reflection of the mirrors that lined the elevator. "So you did." He said as he carried her out of the elevator, into and through his apartment to the bathroom. "Why don't you take a nice hot bath and I'll order us up some lunch." He suggested and the idea of warm water caressing her tired, stiff and slightly sore body sounded like heaven to Chloe and she nodded her agreement and he left her to it. TO BE CONTINUED