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goddess transformed into the
equally alluring but darker complexioned Global Girl. Her seductive
features drew ever closer. Cheek to cheek with Trent, she crooned, “I’ll wait for you, forever.”
    Trent wanted to speak, but no words would
come out. With increased effort, he tried again, but still nothing
vocalized. Finally, with Herculean exertion, he forced it out.
“Susie!”
    Trent realized he was dreaming and began to
stir, but the velvety voice of Susie Q purred into his ear,
“Ssshhh, it’s okay, baby, go back to sleep.”
    He didn’t. It occurred to Trent that he was
flat on his back in a comfortable bed, and he was wearing no
clothes. The next thing he recognized was his body in a state of
sexual arousal. Not sure if he was half awake or half conscious,
Trent opened his eyes to a sliver and viewed the beautiful,
dark-skinned woman through his eyelashes. Sitting on top of him,
trying not to put her weight onto him, the exotic dancer was also
nude and had him completely inside of her while moving her pelvis
in slow revolutions. He was genuinely amused and flattered to
discover Susie making love to him while he was sleeping!
    Unsure of the circumstances, Trent continued
to feign sleep and let Susie ride out the experience. After all,
she most likely saved his life when he passed out at the club. If
this was how she wanted him to repay her, he was content to
cooperate. He hoped she wouldn’t notice that he was awake and
enjoying it every bit as much as she.
    “Mmmmhhh,” she moaned as her hips danced a
rhythm above him. Her knees, straddling his waist, braced most of
her weight, and her arms, anchored astride his head, suspended full
breasts mere inches from his face.
    “Mmmmhhh...” The movements quickened and then
slowed, and she tensed for an approaching climax. Finally, she
increased the pressure and, “Oh! Oh!” made it happen. The
impassioned woman preserved the position for a few more seconds,
and then concluded the act with “Oh, Jesus.”
    Easing from the bed, the ebon beauty slipped
into a pink baby-doll nightie and sat at her dressing table to look
in the mirror. Trent watched through the corner of his eye as she
brushed her thick flowing locks.
    The doorbell sounded. Susie threw on a
bathrobe and walked out of the bedroom. Shutting the door behind
her was Trent’s cue to look around. He sat up, but a swell of
vertigo reminded him to move slowly. Now lucid and alert, he
wondered just how long was he out. Weakened muscles suggested it
surpassed a good night’s sleep. Was it a full day? Perhaps even
two?
    Glances over both of his shoulders revealed a
typical woman’s bedroom, well decorated, with pink walls trimmed in
white. The furniture appeared new and overtly luxurious. Trent
looked through the window and learned he was on a high level floor,
and the morning sunlight was only now silhouetting the New York
skyline. The clock on the nightstand had yet to strike six.
    In front of Susie’s vanity mirror, Trent
studied his image. There were two bandages on his face, one on the
bridge of his nose, and one on his forehead. Removing them exposed
healing lacerations, but it was nothing that concerned him.
Something else occupied his mind—the awkward feeling of being naked
in an unfamiliar bedroom.
    Trent began a search for his clothes, but
loud voices diverted his quest, and he cracked open the door to see
what was happening. At the end of the hall, there was another woman
berating Susie with a litany of foul words.
    “You lying bitch!” the visiting woman
shrieked.
    Trent made her out to be a variation of
Hispanic. Her cropped hair was topped in a pompadour, and the
sleeves of her shirt, rolled up to her shoulders, propped a pack of
cigarettes on one side. She was stocky and short, and not at all
feminine, either in her appearance or in the way she moved. In
fact, she swaggered like the men he fought in Japan.
    “Leave me alone,” Susie inveighed. “I had to
help him.”
    Trent commandeered