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The Locket of Love  Chapter. 9 part 3 of 4

The Locket of Love
Chapter. 9 part 3 of 4


As Melody dragged Mike onto the dance floor, she gazed seductively into his eyes and whispered to him, “Got to get you loosened up for later… when the real dancing begins.”

For the next fifteen minutes, they enjoyed dancing with each other to a bevy of famous jazz standards. Mike was pleasantly surprised by the quality of the band; the vocalist was quite good, easily capturing the old-school style and smoothness of the old Rat Pack. Soon, the band slowed their groove, working seamlessly into My Funny Valentine. As Melody drew close to him, Mike managed to catch a glimpse of Darcy and Stuart out of the corner of his eye; they were slow dancing very intimately, her head on his shoulder. He was not sure, but he could have sworn he saw Darcy’s lips move to the words “I love you.”

“Do you think it’s strange or obsessive for me to feel so much pride in helping Stuart and Darcy find each other?” Mike asked Melody quietly.

“Not at all, I feel the same way,” she replied, lowering her head as they danced, touching her forehead to his. “Those two are completely in love. While I do not know the future, I truly cannot envision a scenario in which they won’t be together for the rest of their lives. And I suppose it is comforting knowing that you have done an enormous amount of good in another person’s life. Especially since we accomplished all of this without using my powers to push them together; they are together because they genuinely want to be.”

Mike kissed her forehead, nodding in agreement as the slow song finally came to an end. As the crowd applauded the band, Mike felt a tap on his shoulder; one of the trumpet players in the section asked for his help with something. Excusing himself from Melody for a few minutes, he joined the rest of the section in the greenroom to see what was going on. In the meantime, Melody milled around outside the dance floor, snacking on appetizers that looked appealing.

Taking a break from the dance floor, Darcy approached her, asking about the new necklace Melody was wearing. She beamed as she showed Darcy the locket, opening it to reveal Mike and herself, perfectly captured in all their goofiness. When she told her that Mike had given it to her that day as a gift, Stuart sarcastically muttered under his breath about Mike making him look bad, eliciting giggles from the girls. Darcy kissed him on the cheek, whispering that he had nothing to worry about. As they chatted, the vocalist suddenly made an announcement before their next song.

“Ladies and gentlemen, our next number is a special request from the Atlanta Symphony Orchestra trumpets, dedicated especially to the great Ray Velazquez.”

Robert started the piano softly, with a steady beat from the bass and drums. As the vocalist entered, within the first few words, the entire crowd cheered at recognizing Frank Sinatra’s most famous song, My Way. Listening to the words of triumph, Melody glanced across the room and saw Ray, smiling and in tears at the touching gesture from his section, though his manly pride certainly would not have let those tears actually escape his eyes. When the vocalist neared the final climax of the song, Mike and the rest of the trumpet section joined in, accompanying the final chorus with the distinctive fanfare made famous in Sinatra’s many performances of the song. Cheers and whistles erupted from the audience even before the final notes went silent, and the trumpets were immediately greeted by an ecstatic Ray, who grabbed each of them individually into a manly bro-hug.

Rejoining Melody, she and Mike continued to meander around the room leisurely, enjoying each other’s company; each couldn’t keep out of their mind how hot the other looked in formal settings. After subtly groping each other a few times, they knew it would not be long before they would have to get home, as they wouldn’t be able to keep from ripping each other’s clothes off. While Melody fondled Mike’s ass again, she noticed something odd across the room.

“Mike, look over there, near Darcy. Does that guy… look familiar?”

“It sure does… he is clean-shaven, but there’s no mistaking what looks in his eyes; it’s Stephen. What the fuck is he doing here?”

Melody closed her eyes momentarily, searching Stephen’s intentions. “He thinks he is showing Darcy how classy he really is, and that she’ll see him in his suit and fall swooning into his arms. He’s had… issues with his equipment since she broke up with him, and he thinks getting her back will magically solve everything.”

“I gave him too little credit,” Mike mused sarcastically. “He is dumber than he looks! Um, do we need to intervene here, or can Darcy handle herself?”

Giggling with a mischievous look in her eye, Melody replied, “Nope. This time, she has got it covered.” She gently slipped her arm around his waist as they watched the scene unfold in front of them.


“Come on, babe, you know you miss us. Just gimmie one last shot,” Stephen said, trying to work his silver tongue.

Darcy was not amused. “I thought I told you, in no uncertain terms, that I would call the cops if you ever tried to contact me again. How the hell did you even get in here? This is a private event!”

At this time, Stuart walked up, carrying a couple of glasses of punch. “Hey Darcy, who’s this?” he asked with a slight smile.

Glaring at Stephen the whole time, she simply replied, “He’s Dickhead.”

Stuart’s smile quickly disappeared. “So, you’re Stephen,” he hissed, preparing to lunge at him.

Darcy raised her arm in front of his chest to stop Stuart. Turning to Stephen, she calmly stated. “This is your last chance. Turn around and walk out of here right now, or I’m calling the police.”

Now seething with rage, Stephen stammered, “You… replaced me… with THIS?!”

Telegraphing his moves even worse than in his fight with Mike weeks ago, Stephen clumsily swung at Darcy. She, however, was more than ready, sidestepping easily behind him while reaching her hand into a small purse made of the same material as her royal blue gown. Swiftly pulling out her Taser and aiming directly at his back, she fired, dropping Stephen flat on his face as he yelped and writhed in pain. Mike now rushed forward, helping Stuart to keep him on the ground as Darcy dialed the police. There was a hesitant, yet approving applause echoing from the crowd that had formed, as well as a few calls of “You go, girl!”

The party was now effectively over, with most attendees electing to head home after the latest excitement; the few that remained mainly wanted to see Stephen hauled away in handcuffs. As Mike and Stuart pulled him off the ground to sit him in a chair, he momentarily tried to struggle before Darcy looked him straight in the eye, Taser in hand, threatening to shock him again if he didn’t cooperate. Stephen remained calm and silent after that, seemingly resigned to his fate. Mike and Melody hung around for moral support as Darcy gave her statement to the police. Since he was trespassing on private property and started a fight, they did have grounds to arrest him this time, cuffing him for his trip to the station. The responding officers also gave Darcy the appropriate papers and contact information to begin filing a restraining order, which she promised to fill out in the morning. Despite the intensity of the situation, she was in excellent spirits, smiling and holding Stuart’s hand affectionately. Melody confirmed that subduing Stephen successfully had made her extremely horny.

Looks like he’s getting lucky tonight.

Saying their goodbyes to Darcy and Stuart, Mike and Melody made their way to the parking deck to start their drive home. Grabbing his arm playfully, Melody whispered, “Darcy’s not the only horny girl around here…”

“Well then, I’d better get you home, so I can do something about that,” Mike replied with an excited grin.

Arriving back at their apartment, Mike locked the deadbolt and turned to face Melody, only to see her walking towards the bedroom. She turned to him as she walked, seductively beckoning him with her finger. Following her, he arrived in the bedroom and found that she had transformed it into a wonderfully intimate love nest. Playing with the locket around her neck, she said sweetly, “Had to repay your surprise with one of my own. Like it?”

“Absolutely,” he marveled.

Looking around the room, the only lighting was from small candles scattered on the dresser, nightstands, and chest of drawers. Even so, there was plentiful light for Mike to study every inch of Melody’s adorable face as the candlelight flickered off her smile. As the soft sounds of Chris Botti echoed from a pair of small speakers from the dresser, Mike saw that the normal bed sheets had been replaced with black silk sheets and a black comforter with a deep red inner lining. Melody slowly sauntered up to him, her face beaming with radiance, and locked her emerald eyes onto his light blue ones. He took her in his arms and she ran her hands slowly up his lapel, slowly wrapping her arms around his neck. They stood there for several minutes, gazing into each other’s eyes, never needing to utter a word.

Finally breaking their uninterrupted gaze, Mike slowly moved his lips closer to hers, savoring every second of the tension between them. Her breathing became more labored in anticipation of his touch; she had been lusting after this man all night. After what felt like an eternity, their lips finally met, as he kissed her softly and tentatively at first. Savoring every inch, he explored her lips as thoroughly as he had the first time, he had ever kissed her. Slowly, she escalated the kiss, slipping her tongue into his mouth and allowing her passion to envelop her. With their lips firmly sealed together as their tongues danced, she lightly ran her fingers through the back of his hair and gently stroked his cheek with her other hand.

To be continued
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