TheNiteSiren
Virginal Temptress
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Cyrene had taken a chance on trying that dating site and that was where she met Xane. He was supposedly a firefighter in California. Over a period of about 3 months, she developed a sincere affection for him. When Cy told him that she would be in his area to go to ComicCon, he got excited. Xane had a tendency to talk too fast when he was amped about something. He gave her address of the station house since he would on shift that day and said that she could stay with him. There was a separate bedroom so there was no pressure where that was concerned. She put her trust in a stranger who had charmed her all the way across the country.
She giggled at the cute text messages he sent to her during the bus ride there. Cyrene daydreamed about their first meeting. The cab driver at the bus station was very nice, hard to understand but nice. She flipped off twice for catching that particular cab before they could. “Well that is just plain rude.” The river opened the door for her. “That is often the case, madam. Manners are just not anyone’s priority anymore.” She smiled at the older man. “What’s your name?” That caught him off guard and hit the brakes suddenly. “Piccolo.” That was unusual. An Italian name for someone who is clearly Indian.
Once they got to the station house, Cyrene tried to pay but he just shook his head. “I was sent to pick you up specifically for Xane. He takes very good care of those important to him. I was paid in advance so you can put your money away. You will like him.” Obviously Xane had more pull in this town most guys do. It was definitely very impressive. Piccolo helped her with the bags, putting them inside the station house door. “Hot damn! Look at that little beauty.” The accent that came with that voice was thick Texan. “Ummmm…Thank you?” The guy had bright blue eyes and blonde hair, the dimples in his cheeks said that he loved to laugh. “Do you know where I can find Xane?”
The blonde did an overly dramatic expression of hurt and pointed to an office in the back. “He’s on a call though. Should be back soon.” Cyrene decided to wait inside Xane’s office over waiting out there with Mr. Flirty. About 20 minutes later she could hear the fire engine pulling up to the garage. She trotted along to meet up with the man she traveled to meet. There was a huge black man carrying something. “Will someone help me with Xane? Damn Lunkhead weighs a ton.” Cowboy man came running and had Xane up in two seconds. “Will he be alright?” Big black dude replied, “He’s fine. Some idiots were running from the cops so they decided to burn the evidence. The evidence happened to a very large amount of pot. This lunkhead stood too close to the smoke before we figured this out. The fumes got to him and got him high as a kite.”
As if on cue, Xane opened his own baby blues and studied Cyrene. “Is this an angel that stands before me?” BBD finally got curious. “Who are you?” She cleared her throat and tried not to look nervous. “Xane and I met on a dating site. My name is Cyrene Foti, from Baton Rouge. Maybe you should lay him out on that couch he has in his office. I will keep an eye on him.” They stripped him of the uniform first and laid him out on the leather couch. Cowboy tipped his head towards her. “Take good care of our boy here. He’s one of the best we got.” When everyone left, she kneeled next to the couch and studied him. He was so handsome that she could mistake him for one of those underwear models you see on television.
Cyrene must have been daydreaming a little too much because she didn’t catch on when Xane’ grabbed her face. He kissed her fiercely and she liked it, kissing him back. The attraction was viciously potent and she could already feel the dampness between her legs. He pulled her on top of him and next thing she knew, something had placed around her neck. Cyrene pulled away from him to see the collar around her neck. “What is this?” A beautiful blue stone hung from the collar, it glowed eerily. She tried to take it off but something came out from nowhere and slapped her ass. “What have you done to me?”
She giggled at the cute text messages he sent to her during the bus ride there. Cyrene daydreamed about their first meeting. The cab driver at the bus station was very nice, hard to understand but nice. She flipped off twice for catching that particular cab before they could. “Well that is just plain rude.” The river opened the door for her. “That is often the case, madam. Manners are just not anyone’s priority anymore.” She smiled at the older man. “What’s your name?” That caught him off guard and hit the brakes suddenly. “Piccolo.” That was unusual. An Italian name for someone who is clearly Indian.
Once they got to the station house, Cyrene tried to pay but he just shook his head. “I was sent to pick you up specifically for Xane. He takes very good care of those important to him. I was paid in advance so you can put your money away. You will like him.” Obviously Xane had more pull in this town most guys do. It was definitely very impressive. Piccolo helped her with the bags, putting them inside the station house door. “Hot damn! Look at that little beauty.” The accent that came with that voice was thick Texan. “Ummmm…Thank you?” The guy had bright blue eyes and blonde hair, the dimples in his cheeks said that he loved to laugh. “Do you know where I can find Xane?”
The blonde did an overly dramatic expression of hurt and pointed to an office in the back. “He’s on a call though. Should be back soon.” Cyrene decided to wait inside Xane’s office over waiting out there with Mr. Flirty. About 20 minutes later she could hear the fire engine pulling up to the garage. She trotted along to meet up with the man she traveled to meet. There was a huge black man carrying something. “Will someone help me with Xane? Damn Lunkhead weighs a ton.” Cowboy man came running and had Xane up in two seconds. “Will he be alright?” Big black dude replied, “He’s fine. Some idiots were running from the cops so they decided to burn the evidence. The evidence happened to a very large amount of pot. This lunkhead stood too close to the smoke before we figured this out. The fumes got to him and got him high as a kite.”
As if on cue, Xane opened his own baby blues and studied Cyrene. “Is this an angel that stands before me?” BBD finally got curious. “Who are you?” She cleared her throat and tried not to look nervous. “Xane and I met on a dating site. My name is Cyrene Foti, from Baton Rouge. Maybe you should lay him out on that couch he has in his office. I will keep an eye on him.” They stripped him of the uniform first and laid him out on the leather couch. Cowboy tipped his head towards her. “Take good care of our boy here. He’s one of the best we got.” When everyone left, she kneeled next to the couch and studied him. He was so handsome that she could mistake him for one of those underwear models you see on television.
Cyrene must have been daydreaming a little too much because she didn’t catch on when Xane’ grabbed her face. He kissed her fiercely and she liked it, kissing him back. The attraction was viciously potent and she could already feel the dampness between her legs. He pulled her on top of him and next thing she knew, something had placed around her neck. Cyrene pulled away from him to see the collar around her neck. “What is this?” A beautiful blue stone hung from the collar, it glowed eerily. She tried to take it off but something came out from nowhere and slapped her ass. “What have you done to me?”
