Driving Is Dangerous (Closed for TieMeTightly)

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Frank Jr. Delgado was in no mood for red lights, but as a man who had given the police too many reasons to arrest him for a traffic violation he could not simply run them. So he stopped, punching the breaks, and sliding his Ferrari 360 Spider to a squealing halt. The thick shouldered FBI agent behind him looked sad, and Frank smirked, then waved to the "undercover" agent before shaking his greased head full of hair and puffing lightly on the Cuban hanging from his mouth. He tapped the leather encased steering wheel with his gloved hand and glanced anxiously at his watch; he was going to his lawyers office to talk about the case that the FBI was building against him and his family. Frank was the under boss of the Delgado Crime family, second only to his father Frank Sr. The old man was in the hospital at the moment fighting off another disease, one of many, and for the past few years Frank had been running the family with impunity as the FBI dug it's head out of it's ass trying to figure out who was running the family during Frank Sr. sick years. They'd finally figured it out about a month ago, and ever since Frank Jr. had been dealing with these completely "inconspicuous pricks" as he called the federal agents that followed him.

It just meant that he had to obey the law more smartly, because they wouldn't hesitate to pull him over for the slightest offense as a reason to search his car or person for anything illegal, or just to harass him in general. That didn't mean he had to drive like an old lady though, not with his two hundred thousand dollar Ferrari. The moment the light blinked green, his foot was on the gas and the light sports car leaped into the intersection. The FBI agents and ten other witnesses were forced to admit it hadn't been his fault, it was the other car that had ran the red light and clipped the front of his beautiful red car, spun the light thing around several times, and given Frank a violent head jerk. Thankfully he always wore his seat belt (another reason for the police to NOT pull him over), and to be honest he was more concerned about his car then himself or even the other driver. "What the fuck!" He yelled, while climbing out of his car to look over the damage and give the windshield of the other car an angry glare, "You sonsofbitches! Look what the fuck you did to my car!" His hands came out for emphasis, with all but one finger on either hand curled into a fist. "Fuck!" He slammed the door shut and stalked around his car, heading for the driver door of the other car with a purposeful stride and dark scowl embedded on his features.

 

[TieMeTightly]

Alright so she ran a redlight. From what she had seen when looking was no one coming. It was a straight shot - perfectly safe. However she hadn't anticipated a car skidding from the press on the gas pedal. She of course attempted to turn but ended up clipping the front of the car, sending the other car into a brief spiral, her own spinning only once before coming to an abrupt stop.

The airbag was deployed and she cursed quietly, buckled into her seat, pushing at the airbag as she struggled with the buckle, forcing the door open.

She was a good bit stunned as she got out of the car, in little dress shorts and lace tights accompanied with heels and a rather deep v-neck tshirt.

"Are..are you okay?"

She had to squint in order to actually see him at the moment, her vision somewhat blurred - and what was worse was that she had hit her head on the window, leaving a wonderful cut from her forehead to her temple, a bruise already forming on her fair skin.

She was young, perhaps eighteen, and what seemed worse was that while she was visibly shaken by the little accident she seemed to be actually injured from her own fault.

Lifting her hand to the cut she touched it briefly before wincing, eyeing the damage done to the other car before reluctantly focusing back up on Delgado.

"I..ran the light I didn't see you there..fuck my head.."

She turned away briefly, reaching in through the drivers seat only to grab her phone, blinking repeatedly as though to clear her vision before glancing out. "I'll call it in.."

 

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"No," Frank closed the phone against her hand, his strong grip immobilizing her hand entirely, "You'll do no such thing." He smiled pleasantly, but there was a falseness to his smile that he wanted her to see, that much was obvious. He removed his own cell phone, "I'll have the trucks towed. I know a guy," He gave another pleasant smile and slight shrug of his shoulders, like it was no big deal. He had other plans for this little pixie, besides he knew if the cops showed up he'd never hear the end of it, and perhaps they might even find a way to blame it on him, plus he'd never see this cute little thing again. He wanted to see her again.

"Johnny, hey, come to the corner of Robinson and Eleventh, two cars... Thanks," Frank hung up his phone and finally let go of her wrist, "He'll take you with him to his shop, and I will see you there." Carefully he touched her chin and gave her a smirk that was sure to be slightly unsettling. He quickly removed a handkerchief from his pocket, "Where are my manors, I am so sorry..." He placed the cloth against the gash on her head gently, and let her take hold of it.

Then he turned to the crowded sidewalk, "Anthony!" He walked towards a huge, hulking, bald-headed man, "Where is your car?" The large man pointed and together they drove off.

Johnny was a greasy little man, but he brought a truck and quickly had both cars off the road. Allowing the little princess to sit next to him in the cab, he was pleasant enough asides from his appearance.

Frank was waiting at Johnny's garage, "Thanks Johnny. How is that?" He pointed to her head, "Anthony, bring the first aid kit..." The large man left silently, Frank stared with that little smirk on his face, "So... What is your name missy?" He finally asked, before puffing on his cigar and blowing the fumes straight up in the air.

 

[TieMeTightly]

She tensed when he grasped her hand, eyes wide as she looked up at him - easily seeing the smile that was far from kind. Immediately she realized that he wasn't going to let this go, but frowned somewhat as though upset he wouldn't just let insurance and everything take care of such a thing.

It took him too long to let go of her wrist and she rubbed it briefly only to flinch at the touch - obviously not expecting his hand to be anywhere near her face but the action made her look back up at him.

Everything seemed to be happening far too quickly and he pressed a handkerchief against her temple which merely caused her to wince, reluctantly putting pressure on the wound as it was obvious she would rather just leave it and not have anything to do with touching the thing.

Really she was somewhat shocked that he didn't really look even phased by the hit - whereas she was visibly shaken by the entire thing, watching his man just walk off to meet her at the garage.

Her heels clicked against the ground as she walked, the handkerchief balled up in her fist as she frowned somewhat, simply stopping a few feet in front of him, trying still to obviously comprehend what he wanted though at the question she seemed to hesitate.

"..I really think that I should let my insurance cover this..I appreciate the gesture but..I don't know it makes me nervous when things are dealt with differently.."

By differently she obviously meant a way that could seem improper.

At the realization that she hadn't answered his question - giving him her name, her cheeks flushed scarlet.

"Oh I'm so sorry..I'm Annabelle Thomas..but..you can call me Anna."

 

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"Well, Annabelle," Frank's grin matched the slight accent in which he spoke, it was smooth and hardly discernible, but once noticed you could not help but keep noticing it. "I enjoy doing things on a more personal level, you might say, and to be quite honest my dealings with the law, and insurance companies, to this point have been less then agreeable. Quite less... I would prefer if we could settle this my way, since, after all, you were the one at fault."

Her silence was golden at that moment, since it was obvious she wouldn't counter such an accusation. Frank nearly licked his lips when she said nothing, but he was able to refrain and instead he simply puffed once on his cigar, "I need someone to take care of my dog a few times a week. Just for an hour or so, walk him, feed him, give him a bath. I'll have Johnny fix both our cars if you will take care of my dog for six months..."

Raising an eyebrow Frank looked her over as she thought about his suggestion, "I can promise you that your car will be back on the road in two days at the most... And no one, not even your parents, will hear about it. That is, so long as you make sure you are at my home three times a week, right on time." Another easy smile and it was obvious there was no way Frank would be told no, "Do we have a deal, my dear Annabelle?"

 

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She watched him cautiously as he spoke, her lips parting briefly at the accusation. It was obvious that she wanted to say something, perhaps about how incredibly wrong the entire situation was - and that she could just have it all handled the proper way but it was obvious he didn't want to listen - or just didn't care.

He mentioned something about caring for his dog and simply stared up at him in obvious disbelief. "Just..watch your dog.."

It didn't seem right, nor did it seem like it was the whole truth. She watched him cautiously, eyes narrow as she attempted to figure out what was really going on, frowning up at him before glancing around the garage cautiously as though maybe they had some sort of idea of what was happening - or if this was natural.

"..Okay..j..just three times a week.." It was obvious she was nervous about the situation, shifting her weight from one foot to the other before nodding slightly.

 

[The_PG]

"Good, I'll write down my address," Frank did so and handed the napkin over to Annabelle. Her hand was limp and he carefully rolled her fingers over the napkin before giving her one more gentle squeeze. "Very good Annabelle, I will see you tomorrow night, around seven." Leaving her standing with the napkin balled into her fist Frank walked out of the garage and slipped into a car with Anthony before disappearing. He'd gotten what he wanted; Annabelle had the most delectable name and underneath her plain clothing he could easily see the ripe body that was waiting to be plucked by a man like him. He hoped for a virgin, but prayed only for the nervousness he saw in her eyes the entire time, for that was what really mattered to him.

The next day he was lounging on his six acre estate wearing a robe and some swimming trunks. His cigar was half smoked, but he still held it like always in his right hand between his index and middle fingers. The doorbell rang and one of the many maids and servants went to open it, "Mr. Frank," No one called him Mr. Delgado, that was what his father was called, "Is out back. That way," The heavy nurse pointed through a set of thick double doors.

The inside of the mansion, for that was what it was, was decorated in dark colors. Rich brown leather, deep maroon marble, deep green window drapes, all contrasted white walls violently. Deep carpets with swirling designs were the only thing to cover the polished floor, "Hello Annabelle." Frank didn't even look up from the paper he was reading, "Meet Roger." He nodded, again without looking up, to the sleek chocolate brown Labrador at his side, "All of his stuff is over by his house," Another nod to the small house that had 'Roger' printed over the top in big letters. "Just be his friend... And when you're finished, come talk to me inside, I'll be in the kitchen."

 

[TieMeTightly]

Annabelle stared at him stupidly obviously in confusion at the entire situation, looking down as his hand squeezed hers only to then just..disappear. Walking away from her and driving off.

The girl had gotten there on time, her slight height being made up for with the heels she wore, today in a little skirt and tank top that didn't leave very much to the imagination. When she reached the mansion she was simply staring up at it before reluctantly ringing the bell. A woman answered and she swallowed hard, nodding somewhat and following the directions given.

It all happened so quickly. He wasn't even looking up at her as he nodded toward the dog, to which she merely nodded somewhat, rather hesitantly moving to the dog house and getting what she needed for the dog. She was extremely confused by the entire thing - but did her duties, walking and feeding the dog, playing with it for a good bit of time until the thing was following her around, apparently taking a rather large liking to her.

She was smiling brightly when she moved into the house, having to look around for the kitchen though when she found it she bit her lower lip. "..All done...so I'll see you then...in two days?"

 

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"No no, first... Try some of this," Frank pulled a steaming spoonful of red sauce from a pot and after blowing on it he placed the edge to Anna's mouth before tipping it over for her to taste it. "Good, yes, it's good. A family recipe..." He caught her eyes beginning to water, "Ah yes, it's a little spicy. Here, drink," He handed her a glass of sweet wine that he had been sipping on. She seemed to enjoy it, and instead of putting it right down she fidgeted on her feet, "Want to taste again, try it with some of the fresh baked bread, delicious, truly, try it." He held the bread out, almost forcing it into her hand and then waited for her to dip it in the pot of bubbling sauce, of course then she would need to taste her wine again, but that couldn't be helped.

Once she had tasted nearly everything in the kitchen and finished a glass and a half of the wine, Frank said sadly, "I guess you should be getting home, but Annabelle, before you go... I must say, you look astounding in that outfit, very beautiful..." His hands slowly stretched to touch her waist where the tank top had ridden up to reveal her midriff. Before she could move he'd pulled her closer so that she was nearly pressing in to him, his eyes captured hers and did not let them go. "Two days, you can wait that long? I don't think Roger can... Goodbye Annabelle," He carefully leaned in and pecked either side of her cheek then, and once again he touched her chin before turning back to his sauces and cooking.

 

[TieMeTightly]

The thought of trying something from his spoon made her shake her head somewhat but he was already in front of her, tipping the spoon until she parted her lips, quite obviously having very little choice in the matter of tasting it. Almost immediately her eyes began to water, widening somewhat to the point where she was waving her hand in front of her mouth until he held out the wine, to which she immediately took to her lips.

The next hour or so went the same way, him pushing something into her hands - little tastes followed by wine - leaving her with little in her stomach besides the alcohol, her cheeks flushed somewhat.

By the time he stepped up to her she flinched, looking up at him as though in confusion only to have him pull her closer, immediately drawing a gasp from her lips as he tugger her closer, the girl looking up at him as she stood in her heels, her hands raised as though she would push him away but that quickly - after the guilt trip of course - he had turned back to the cooking, leaving her standing there rather dumbfounded.

She turned away from him, placing a hand upon her hip before clearing her throat, trying to regain her composure. She didn't say anything more, however as she moved away from him, tugging down her shirt and moving out the door. Of course once in the car the girl was again struggling to comprehend what exactly happened, rather quickly putting the car in reverse and pulling from the drive, not certain if she was going to enjoy visit number two.

 

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The next visit began with Frank opening the door, this time dressed in a loose fitting Hawaiian shirt and khakis with no shoes or socks on. The shirt was unbuttoned and revealed a white tank top that fit snugly over his hard chest and stomach. "Hello Anabelle," There was no sight of the cigar and his breath even smelled a bit minty, "Welcome back... Your choice of clothing is very fine, I love it," He smiled, or rather smirked, a bit before placing an arm around her shoulder and leading her through the house out back. "Roger has been looking forwards to this all day," He leaned a bit closer so his lips were close to her ear, "So have, of course. I have been cooking again, when you are finished come visit me in the kitchen for another testing, your opinion was spot on the other day..."

She had dressed much more plainly, he could see, and while it hid most of her slim figure it also exemplified her cuteness and innocence. He gave her chin a gentle brush before returning to the kitchen (presumably) to continue on his cooking. Today he had let her come earlier, and he could see the sweat forming on her brow after the active "walk" Roger led her on. "Next time bring your bathing suit, you can swim after, now come inside I have some chilled coolers..." He broke one open and handed it to her, "Tonight I make Shrimp Scampi, garlic, onions, lemon juice, butter, try," He proffered the spoon and smiled a bit.

This time he didn't force her as much, and since it was right before dinner he really didn't have to. She was soon eating out of his hand, for the most part, and drinking several coolers as well. So when a splash of the garlic sauce spilled on her cheek Frank leaned over and pecked it off, "Dirty little girl..." He whispered gently, before going right back to feeding her whatever she might like.

 

[TieMeTightly]

She actually tensed somewhat when he was there standing at the door, lips parting somewhat due to her sheer shock at the situation. Where were the maids to point her in the correct direction? He greeted her politely enough, immediately commenting on her clothes. Today she simply wore jeans and a white tank top. It was warm out, but not hot to the point where she might be uncomfortable.

Roger quite easily pulled her around and when she had come back from it she brushed her fingers through her hair, moving into the kitchen for what was apparently becoming ritual.

The girl was literally eating out of his hand as the food was offered, and as his lips found her cheek she couldn't help but freeze momentarily, however as he so quickly went back to feeding her she seemed to shrug it off as though it had been completely innocent.

The coolers did well to keep her relatively calm, following him around and tasting everything that he offered her, commenting here and there but mostly just tasting and smiling rather happily in response for the food.

The cut on her head was already looking better, a purple bruise around the cut itself but it looked healthy enough - and seeing as it was just after two days it was a good sign.

 

[The_PG]

Things were going much more easily then Frank had anticipated. It was only their second meeting and she had allowed him to kiss her, but rather then press his good luck Frank ended the meeting with the same simple kisses to her cheek before allowing her to leave. He left the kitchen and sat on the large chair that dominated his living room while flipping on the TV, he didn't watch it though, his mind was fully concentrated on Annabelle and all the things he would be doing to her in just a few short months. The possibilities were endless, he couldn't wait to begin, but he knew patience was the key. Soon his small eccentricities like kissing her goodbye and touching her without regards to any privacy would be ignored and she would think of him as just being a strange, lonely man, perhaps.

As the weeks flew by Frank slowly began to up the ante. However, this was only after Anna had caved in and brought her bathing suit one extremely hot midsummer day. That day he had simply rubbed in her lotion, but only on her back. It took her some time to work up the courage to again wear the suit, but that time he managed to lotion her entire backside. So too did other things increase, the kisses on her cheeks slowly slid inwards towards her lips, and the alcoholic beverages became more complex and more... Well, full of alcohol. Soon she would be the one kissing him goodbye, and when that happened he would know it was nearly time.

This particular day was amazingly hot, and Frank had smiled when Anna came walking out in a new suit that was much more revealing then her previous one. "How pretty," He said with a grin, "That is very nice... Do you need help with the lotion?"

 

[TieMeTightly]

The weeks went by quickly and she seemed to get more used to the rituals. She really did see him as someone lonely who just wanted company - and though she tried her damnedest to keep her distance the alcohol seemed to always win and she barely even flinched as his lips pressed to her cheek, not even seeming to notice how in the weeks they had moved closer to her mouth.

Again she was back to wearing her little outfits, though this was simply due to the fact that it was horribly hot out and she couldn't bear to wear jeans. Mostly it was jean shorts or little skirts and simple tshirts that did little to conceal the fact that the only support her breasts had was the thin material of a bathing suit top, which really was nothing at all.

The grins didn't seem to even phase her, his little comments, smirks, gentle touches.

She pulled her shirt off as she walked out to the pool only to unbutton the incredibly short shorts, letting them fall to the ground as well before nodding slightly at his question. Instead of standing for help with the lotion, however - she lay herself down on the towel-covered pool chair outside, shutting her eyes easily and waiting.

She could hear him get up and walk over to her but the heat was already doing well to lull her into a slightly dazed state.

 

[The_PG]

As Frank walked over to get the sun lotion he could hardly tear his eyes from Annabelle's back, "You are developing the most beautiful tan," He commented as he approached. Carefully he placed a knee between her legs while his other leg remained on the tile flooring, then he leaned over and began applying the lotion evenly along her back. "Do you want me to untie the strap?" He asked, while his fingers were already working on the loose not, her muffled reply seemed to be a yes so he went ahead and did it. Running his strong hands overs her back felt like heaven, it was so smooth and firm; there was not an inch of extra skin anywhere on her body it seemed. His hands slid up her shoulders and around her neck after moving her hair to the side. The nape of her neck was tenderly soft and just as mouth watering as the rest of her body, Frank could feel his cock hardening underneath his shorts, 'Not now boy...' He thought to himself as he continued to work the lotion in.

He rapidly made his way down her back and sides until he came to her legs, probably his favorite part of this whole ritual. Not only were her legs perfectly shaped, but each was smooth and unblemished all the way up to her perky butt. It wasn't an ass, it was a cute butt. There was a slightly curve in her bikini bottom, but it was not outrageous like the ass's that one saw in the music video's on MTV.

This was typically where Frank felt his shorts were much too small, and yet it again it happened. The last time he had applied lotion here he could have sworn Annabelle was breathing heavily by the time he was finished, he hoped the extraordinary heat today and the wine she had already drank might let her inhibitions out a bit more.

He started from the base and worked his hands around her strong calves and smooth hard hamstrings, slowly pushing the lotion up her legs; making the gleam in the hot sun as he did so. His thumb was on the inside of her legs, working up, and since his knee had been between her legs earlier to support him; they were already spread slightly. He could see the vaguest impression of where her private region pressed against the thin material of the bathing suit. That too had his shorts feeling even smaller. Slowly his thumbs slid upwards, further, and further, and further they went until they were resting against her bikini bottom. Then, just to make sure she had felt his fingers he applied more lotion to his hands and moved them back to that same spot just below the fabric, he twisted at the wrists, sliding from the tip of his thumb to the tip of his index finger just underneath her bikini bottom. He didn't touch anything but her cute butt, nothing closer, but his fingers were underneath her clothing. He continued doing this, before stopping to listen and apply a bit more lotion to his hands. His ears strained, searching for a sign of arousal that he hoped he would hear.

 

[TieMeTightly]

Annabelle opened her eyes slightly at the words, but closed them just as quickly as he hovered over her, already ready for their little ritual.

She seemed completely content with him untying the strap on her bikini top, sighing quietly as he massaged the lotion onto her legs, causing her to relax almost immediately.

He worked slowly upwards and she didn't seem to mind it in the slightest, simply becoming more and more relaxed beneath the touch, her brow knitting slightly as he forced her muscles to lose practically all tension, her breath quickening somewhat as he moved upward.

She swallowed hard, shifting somewhat as though she was actually getting uncomfortable for the somewhat probing hands. They weren't really overstepping any boundaries, but she couldn't help but feel her cheeks flood with colour, inhaling sharply as he twisted his wrists, the muscles in her legs tensing somewhat before she cleared her throat, reaching back and re-tying the bikini top before propping herself up on her elbows, looking back at him.

She had done well to move rather quickly, and the colour in her cheeks darkened as she saw a very obvious bulge in his shorts.

 

[The_PG]

Frank knew she wasn't ready yet, but that crimson red blush on her face was so delightful it was certainly worth the weeks it would take to gain back some of the trust he had lost. He stood and turned to wipe his hands and took several deep breaths to calm himself and his dick down. It was quite so obvious when he turned back, "Maybe you should do your front." He said graciously before sitting on the chair next to Anna and handing her the bottle of lotion. He wondered if she would bring his erection up, or simply not show up the next time, but a quick stroll down memory lane reminded him that she had been enjoying it just as much as he had, and guilt more then anything would bring her back in two days.

Sure she might be a bit more shy, and she would only want him to do her back, not her legs, and she probably would keep her bikini shorts on over the bottom. But Frank had plenty of time to play this game, and he relished it. "Annabelle do you have any pets, any animals?" He knew he was throwing her off, changing the subject, but that was the whole point. He wanted to find out more about her, so as soon as she answered that question he had several more for her, "What do your parents do? Any siblings? What school do you go to?" Just general chat that would calm her mind down, though he was certain at the same time her body would remain just as heated as it had been before.

 

[TieMeTightly]

Despite the flush of pink that adorned her cheeks she very slowly rolled to sit on the chair as he turned away from her, more than certain that he was attempting to calm himself down. All the while, she stayed perfectly aroused, doing well to avoid eye contact.

A slight nod was given at the comment that perhaps she should finish with her frontside, rather easily but perhaps not as vigorously coating her front.

She didn't seem to mind the questions so much, actually happy that he was distracting her from what had just happened - trying to ignore a seeming dampness between her legs.

"..No pets..I used to have a dog when I was little but it's my parents really so when I moved out there wasn't much say in whether or not I could take her. My dad is a neurosurgeon, and my mom is a cardiologist. Two doctors in the family.." She sighed quietly before forcing a smile. "Not around very much..they sent me out here to study..the little private school just up the road. It's really expensive but they pay my way well enough."

She shrugged somewhat in response to her own answers, laying back down on the chair on her back and shutting her eyes, drawing one leg up. Her breathing was visibly uneven perhaps from arousal? But it was obvious she was trying to hide it.

 

[The_PG]

Could he have chosen a better target? Busy, well to do parents who paid her little mind and sent her off to boarding school, she was probably bored to death the entire day, no wonder she had begun to show up early for her appointments with Roger. Frank almost laughed aloud once again, but instead he smiled and nodded because he understood her just a little bit better now. He caught on to her uneven breathing and still flushed face, she was feeling it, wasn't she? He'd started the fire between her legs and now she had no idea how to put it out. "Any boyfriend?" He now asked with a little smile, and it wasn't a very innocent question at all like the others.

He watched her begin to debate her answer, if she said yes maybe he would lay off her a bit, she might think, but was it worth lying to him if she didn't have one? And if she did have one, should she tell him, because he might stop doing these things to her and she might not feel like this ever again. Watching the battle was erotic enough in itself, try as he might Frank could not make his hard on go down, so it remained partially concealed in his crotch, raging and ready just beneath the surface of the thin swimming trunks.

 

[TieMeTightly]

She was debating the answer and it was an interesting thing to watch, but in the end she simply smiled up at him before getting to her feet, walking past his chair and moving to the edge of the pool.

She stood there, toes curled over the side, looking down cautiously in the water. It was heated, a perfect temperature for how warm the day was and after a few moments she glanced back at him over her shoulder.

"No boyfriend. Kind of hard to find one in an all girl's school. And no, I haven't become a lesbian because I'm in a school full of girls."

With that that dove into the shallow water, disappearing briefly beneath the water before surfacing, brushing her hair out of her face. That did it. It calmed her down enough - certainly working well to 'put the fire out'.

 

[The_PG]

A grin quickly flashed over Frank's face, so she wanted to play funny games now? Tell jokes even, good. That just meant she was loosening up. He watched her swim around a bit before standing, his crotch had gone down and he was again smoking on a cigar, "Come into the kitchen before you go. I have something for you," He gave a small smile and took one last look at her breasts, barely hidden under her top, before walking off the deck and into the house.

The kitchen was hot with bubbling sauces, sizzling steaks, and slowly roasting chicken. By now Anna simply walked to the fridge to get her own drink, and came up to him with her mouth open, slightly parted at least. He spooned some sauce, and pushed a small piece of steak into her mouth, "Good, yes? Annabelle I bought this for you..." Frank turned and picked up a small black case, he opened it and plucked out a small silver necklace with a peanut sized pearl on the end. "I think it matches your skin perfectly, here, allow me," He held the necklace open and placed it around her neck as she leaned forwards. Before he was even done fastening it he placed his lips against hers and kissed her gently, then he finished the snap and stood back. "Quite beautiful, it is perfect for you."

 

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She swam for a good bit of time, to calm herself - do anything really to take her mind off of what had happened just outside of the pool. Almost with reluctance did she actually get out of the pool, pulling on her shorts and tshirt without even drying herself off, apparently not really caring too much about it as he had already seen her in the bikini itself though now the outfit seemed to look somewhat more provocative.

She moved into the kitchen with practiced ease, looking up at him after grabbing a drink from the fridge, eyeing what he was cooking before simply parting her lips, waiting for the taste. He placed the food in her mouth and she took it immediately, glancing down as he spoke to her, holding out a case.

Confusion could so easily be seen on her face, her lips parting somewhat as he moved to fasten it around her neck - but his lips were against hers before she could even react, simply causing her to be silent for a moment, until he pulled back from her.

"..I...I can't accept this.."

Her cheeks were burning from the kiss, fingers touching the pearl cautiously but she shook her head somewhat. "There's no reason for you to give me gifts..th..there's no reason really for you to allow me to use your pool..or practically live here..I come here early..leave late...and now this? I..please take it back.."

She lifted her hands at this point, fumbling somewhat with the clasp.

 

[The_PG]

"No," The answer was as fast and as violent as Frank could react when he was angry, but he wasn't angry this time, he was just making a very overstated point. He saw her start at the force of his answer, "No," He repeated a bit more gently as he moved back until he was right in front of her. "You keep that on your neck Annabelle, it's a gift, friends, they can give gifts, can they not? My house is boring and dreary with out your presence, to many of my friends and smokers and drinkers. It seems like that is all I ever do," He paused then, pretending to catch himself as if he was afraid of revealing something deeper and more terrible. Pretending, because of course all of this was planned. His hands carefully moved around her neck to make sure the necklace was securely in place, then he placed a hand on either of her shoulders. He couldn't help his fingers from tickling at the edge of her shirt, as if he was going to slip his hands underneath. "I will see you tomorrow Annabelle? Roger enjoys your company so much. Why not come in everyday?" He smiled and turned his head slightly as if he were waiting for something, a kiss, maybe.

 

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She tensed somewhat at his response, looking up at him as though completely baffled by the response, obviously wanting to give it back - wanting nearly nothing to do with the necklace. It wasn't that she didn't appreciate it, of course, simply that she didn't feel she could accept it.

Swallowing hard as he made certain the necklace was secure she looked up at him, nodding slowly as he spoke.

As he turned his head her response was almost immediate, lifting a hand and placing it against his chest as she leaned forward, lifting herself on tip toe before pressing her lips against his cheek, rather close to his own lips.

 

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"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Frank smiled and backed away graciously. His hands left with him, but he paused mid turn, "I am going to see you tomorrow Annabelle, am I not?" Her soft nod did not go unnoticed, so he moved on back to the sauces, steaks, and chicken. He also noticed that it took her a strange long while to leave, but she did so eventually. The evening was pleasant indeed, he was extraordinarily pleased with the progress he had made today and couldn't wait to see the result tomorrow. He nearly had Anna lock, stock, and barrel. The gifts were not just to sucker her in, they were not fake things that looked nice either, they were from his private collection and they were also stolen. One word to a police officer or detective and the game would be up, or at least that was what she would be led to believe later on.

The first thing Frank noticed the next day was that she was still wearing the necklace and that pleased his fancy to no end. The other thing, was that she seemed unusually shy around him, but she had kept on with the new bathing suit which tickled Frank's good side to no end as well. So she was nervous, embarrassed perhaps, but she still wanted more. The real icer would come when she asked him to lotion her whole backside. And what would be even more stunning would be her asking to lotion her front as well, but after yesterday Frank was prepared for a setback, so he would take what he got.

As always he was lounging about the pool as she went to Roger's house to take him out. "Good afternoon Annabelle, you look stunning," She was also wearing rather loose clothing again, "A good choice, it must keep you very cool. Today is quite the heat killer isn't it?" He puffed on his cigar and then held it in his hand as he read the newspaper and kept an eye on Anna until she was out of his sight. The anticipation was killing him, what would she do when she got back?