49 3/7 Smudges Of Spicy : Chp. 1 By Icy Hotdog. :D

(PS, I still blame you all for this.).
(PPS I am sorry it is readable).


49 3/7 Smudges Of Spicy : Chp. 1 By Icy Caliente

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I sat on the edge of my roomies bed, holding up two pair of pumps as she blew her nose in a tissue.

“So the white...or the black?”

“Go with the black,” Danni was nasally congested,” Why are you making such a fuss about doing this interview with Mr. Bond for me?”

“Oh no reason,” I exchanged the shoes for dresses,” Blue and sophisticated, or...red and tempting?

“Maria, why are you asking me all these questions?”

“You know,” I turn my eyes to the right with a grin,” I could be the next Anastasia Steel.”

“Ugh,” Danni rolled her eyes,” Mr. Bond isn’t that attractive for a rich guy.”

“Yeah, well I’ve never seen him. He might be... caliente,” I wriggle my brows at her.

“Well you know what they say,” She hands over a fancy upper crusty magazine to me.

“Girl you crazy,” my eyes linger up and down on the page,” Sure the unibrow is a bit much, but I can fix that.”

“Sure if you’re into rich, hairless, muscular men, with exotic accents.”

“Whaaaa?”

“Oh yeah, didn’t I mention he is from London.”

“Shut up, that is so spicy,” my thong dampens considerably, and I slip into unreality. I can feel my tongue running up those rock hard abs, mmm, yummy!

“Uh...Maria...you’re kinda licking the page...”

“Oh, sorry,” I hand over the soggy magazine back,” I was wondering why his abs tasted like a photograph.”

“You sure you can handle this, Maria,” She tosses the slobbered on magazine to the bed with a look of disgust.

Yeah, bestie, I won’t let you down,” I salute her,” So blue or red?”

“The blue.”

“Ooooh, I agree. A bit of sophistication, that makes my curves look good. Panties or no panties.”

“Really,” Danni facepalms,” I cannot believe you just asked me that.”

“Ok, ok, I figure that one out later,” I set the dress aside,” So how did you get so lucky to land this interview with the smoldering...Mr. Edward Bond?”

“I happen to impress him with my paper on freelance reporting. Though he was nice enough to meet with you, though it took quite a bit of convincing, and he really wants me to do well with my vocation. So please, please, please, use the questions I wrote down for you to use when you meet him.”

“Hey chica, I will be chill, and professional.”

“Lord I hope so.”

“Oh c’mon,” I pout,” I will be on my best behavior. I swear.”

“You had better be. Cause this is huge for my future as a journalist.”

“I know, Danni,” I hug her, and fantasized about all the freaking things to do and be done to me by the handsome Mr.Bond. It didn’t help that I was wet as hell just thinking about all of those things.

“Ooh, Edward, can I call you Edd-”

“Whoa! Yeah, um, you might want to take this,” She hands me the magazine,” and get it out of your system.”

“Oh, roomie, I don’t need that anymore,” I licked my lips and lay down beside her,” I will only be satisfied when and if I land such a spicy guy.”


I cruised on the freeway from UofA in Tuscon to Phoenix, and I listened to this ‘50 Shades” audio book that my roomie loved so much. And if I wasn’t impressed with story telling, characters, or well any of it. I kinda sorta pitched the CD in the backseat, and let the lower fans from the air-conditioning give me an icy thrill, as I drove in the blistering heat of the desert.

My mind torn between why my roomie thought that that Grey Guy was so fucking cool, when he sounded like someone my cous would set straight in a hurry. I fell back into thinking about my Mr. Edward Bond, so mysterious and sexy with that accent of his. Though when I think about him, he has normal eyebrows, and not that furry worm running across his brow. Oh, mi Edward, vengo a ti mi amor.

Mind you at 75 miles an hour, but I am coming. I wonder how many kilometers an hour that is, since he is used to metric and all that kinda stuff.


I pulled my Toyota Camry up to the large glass building, and pulled up into the semi-circle looking for a place to part. I rolled down the window when I saw a guard walking the grounds.

“Hey man, where do I park around here?”

“Go back out onto the main road there,” He leans into the passenger side door,” Then you head right for a little ways, and the parking structure in on the right. Guest parking is level 5.”

“Thanks,” I flash a smile, I hate paid parking.

I sucked it up, and reminded myself to charge Danni later for back pay on parking, as I drove up the dry musty structure too find a parking space. It took a good while to find a spot, but it was between to great big SUVs. I really hate trying to back out of such tight spaces.

I locked the car up, and with my purse comfortably around my shoulder, resting on my killer right hip. I crossed the desolate, inferno of a parking lot to the main building.

“Whoo, 123 hot enough for you guys,” I wiped my soaked brow at the high desk in the climate controlled building.

“Quite,” The no nonsense woman on the other side looked me over,” Do you have an appointment with someone today.”

“Yeah,” I catch my breath, and put away the moist hanky soaked with sweat,” I am her to meet Mr. Bond. 2:45 I believe.”

She looks at something on her side of the counter that I cannot, and back at me with a steely gaze.
“Ah, Miss Vasquez, you are a bit early. You are welcome to take the lift up and wait, if you prefer.”

“I think I shall,” I strut past her with a grin to the lift.”

WOW! Cold fish up in here! I enter the elevator...err...’lift’, and push the button for the top floor.

Lady like, Lady like, Lady like....I’m doing this for my best friend, and need to put her before my...deep...smoldering...passions...of...kinky...nasty....sexxxx.

I managed to conatian my inner diablo cachondo, well at least keep it busy milling about, so I can take care of the more important matters at hand.

Stepping off the lift with a semi-loud clack from my heels, I flushed embarrassed.

“Oh, Miss, It happens to me every day I come in,” The sharply dressed secretary chimes in, easing my feelings in the moment,” Can I interest you in a tea, coffee, or water perhaps?”

“A coffee will do nicely,” Damn I was tired after the drive, a grueling 113 miles or so in the scorching heat.

“Right, sugar or cream?”

“ A little cream and 4 sugars.”

“Like it sweet, huh?”

“Yes, really cuts the bitterness.”

“I understand, Miss,” She hands me the cup on a saucer,” I enjoy it sweet as well. Not really a fan of tea myself. Not much pep, you know?”

“Sure,” I chuckle with her as I sit on the comfortable red couch in the echoing room,”Mmm, this is quite the blend.”

“Yes, only the best arabica beans imported fresh weekly from Vietnam.”

“I had heard they have a strong brew from there,” I take another sip.

“Yes, it is only rivaled from the finest beans out of Brazil.”

“You don’t say,” I marvel at her knowledge of coffee beans.

“But I just did,” She cocks her head sideways,” The beans from South America are quite fond amongst Espresso aficionados.”

“Thank you,” I take another sip on my coffee, and it is caffeine heaven.

“My pleasure.”

Yeah, ok lady. All I know is that this is the best damned coffee I have ever had! Slipping into my own little world, while I wait. Is Eddie a flowers guy? What brings him some 5000 miles away from his home? Is he single? Does he like pizza and horror flicks? My mind swims with millions of questions, and my cream thong begins to absorb my womanly secretion, as I wonder.

A while later, I check my phone for the time. Not long after a set of French doors opened to my right. Then I saw the dreamy Mr. Bond with his unsightly unibrow, but to hell with that. I can fix it for him.

Indeed he looked like a ‘Bond’, in his suit and bow tie, as he strode across the large room towards me. I hoped I wasn’t hiding behind my small purse squealing like a fangirl. Spoiler: I was totes squealing like a fangirl.

“Are you alright Miss...Vasquez?”

“Si, estoy bastante bien, gracias,” I flashed a smile up at my future spicy husband.

“I...umm...,” He turned to the overly brainy secretary looking awkwardly, and she flashed a small smile and a thumbs up.

“Right then, shall we,” he gestures to the door way he came from.

“Si, tal caballero,” I manage with a husky tone and narrowed gaze. My brain said focus, remember we are here on a specific goal to help our dear sick friend and roomie. My throbbing clitoris said to seduce this man, and give him the most mind blowing experience he could ever imagine. Me, caught in the middle was torn between such thoughts as to what to do. So I took the middle ground...

I rolled my hips, knowing that he could see how wonderful my ass moved in the low cut dress. The heels only added to the effect.

“I am sorry, that I must be here in Miss Blaskowicz’s stead, sir. She is so down trodden with the flu, and it pains me greatly not being there to take care of her.” Wait what? Did I just say that, while trying to hypnotize a rich Englishman with my ass? Well I guess I did, but damn I look good in this cobalt old thing. Great for my ass and hips, and ho boy, better buy ticks to the gun show! The girls are not exactly shy, nor petite.

“My don’t you look rather...ravishing,” Edward Bond exclaims closing the doors behind him, sealing us in his spacious office. All alone.

“Thank you,” I sultryly slink down to the couch,” There is more than just an eyeful”

Oh shit! Did I just say that!? Yep! Awkward.....

“I am sure there is, Miss Vasquez,” He seated himself with an odd expression behind his large desk,” I am sorry that Miss Blaskowicz could not come. Poor thing, must be suffering. All alone, running nose. Vomiting, aches and pains, fever...” He trails off looking at the ceiling tiles, droning on about the flu for a while.

“Yes, terribly awful stuff Mr.Bond. However I am here to conduct the interview on my poor ill friends behalf..” I fumble in my purse for the tiny notepad with all the pre-written questions on it.

“And what are you in school for miss-”

“Maria. You spoil me with your eloquence Mr.Bond.”

“Alright, What are you majoring in, Maria?”

“Surgical Nursing, sir,” I flush hotly bringing my thighs together, as if it will hide my excitement of merely being in his presence.

“Fascinating! That has to be a tough vocation to pursue,” His chin rests on his hands, and he leans toward me on his desk top.

“Oh it is,” I beam back,” Though I enjoy it..” My gaze narrowed and my girls blushing brightly, my nipples erect, and I know that he can see them through the padding in my bra and dress,”bones crunch under the hammer and chisel, flesh parts at the merest of touch of the scalpel, and the sound of the breast plate as it parts under the pressure of a-”

“Yes, yes, Maria. Save the randy talk for later.”

I shake my head a few seconds, and peer up at the unibrowed man in confusion for a few seconds.

“You are here to help out your friend with an interview,” He says matter of factually,” Rest assured, seniorita, I have been quite smitten with you since I laid eyes on your, smoking, Latina, mystique.”

“Really,’” I look at him puzzled.

“Yes quite, though I have one last test,” He tosses a pencil onto the floor.

Shit, it is happening like that shit story, but this guy is buying.

“Let me get that for you.,” I go to recover the pencil with his company logo on it. I Present my backside, bending at the waist to show off my ‘heart shaped” posterior.

“Mmmm, perfect,” He whispers as I display my goods to him.

“You dropped this, sir.” I hold it out duskily, smoldering temptress.

“Japanese White oak, a fine hard wood indeed.,” He meets my gaze.

“I...bet...it...is,” I put it between my incisors..

“Y-y-your-Miss Blaskowicz has an emial right?”

“Si, Senior.”

“And you have a week available.”

“Si...senior...”

“Most excellent, shall we go somewhere much more-,” He labors for the word I lean across the desk, making a show of my girls too him.

“Private.,” I flick my tongue around the pencil suggestively with a soft moan.

“Yes that,” He undoes his perfectly tied bow tie.

“Whatever you want....mmmnnnnn.....Mr. Bond..”