Goin' Crazy on Caroline Street

[chanaud]

There's a woman goin' crazy on Caroline Street
Stoppin' every man that she does meet
Sayin' if you'll be gentle if you'll be sweet
I'll show you my place on Caroline Street

Talks about the men she's known and then some
She's seen them in her dreams and on the street
She slides her dapper legs from beneath the table
As if to reveal some kind of treat
- JB



“What are you in the mood for?” The young, blonde bartender winked at the redhead sliding onto the barstool.

“Dunno, anything, just make it strong.” She answered; her fingers pushed the sparkling locks away behind the ears, and started rubbing the temples, trying to smooth the hangover from last night.

“Redhead’s Nipple? Sex on the Beach? An Orgasmic Scream?”

She perked at his suggestions. “Hey, let’s start with Sex on the Beach, and then graduate to Orgasmic Scream, k?”

“I like a woman who knows her mind.” He said with a wink, and turned to start mixing her drinks.

Elle turned in her seat. The Bull n’ Whistle was empty, probably because it was still early, and it was off the beaten path of Duval Crawl. The man next to her was nursing a draft, noticed her looking and smiled broadly. Handsome, she thought as she smiled back. Her eyes, the color of espresso gave the once over. He was well dressed, clean cut in his pressed khaki’s and white polo shirt. Obviously, a tourist, Elle decided immediately and obviously on the prowl, looking for some action, just her kinda man.

“Here ya go, darlin’.” Elle turned back to what was more important at the moment. She threw her head back, and swallowed the contents down her parched throat. When she slammed the shot glass down, the other shot glass was already waiting for her.

“Wunnerful!”

Her senses came alive, and life was starting to make sense. She turned to the Mr. Clean Cut again, eyes brimming with hopes of something exciting.

“So what brings you here on Caroline Street?”


OOC: For Darrenfate!

 

[darrenfate]

Ethan

Ethan looked hard for the kind of bar that the locals would frequent. After all, starting today he was one. It was an unwritten rule with him to always seek out so called colorful places and this dive certainly qualified.

Instantly he knew two things. One, this was exactly the kind of place he was looking for and two, he was horribly overdressed. He had fit in at Smokey Joes, but here he stuck out like a sore thumb. Oh well. Ar least he had left his Polo logo shirt behind. He made a mental note - when in Rome ... dress down. That old saying ended something like that.

Ethan slid onto a stool, left inpleasantly warm by a former patron. Still he wanted this particular seat. He was very attracted to this loud redhead who sat lounging around the square corner of the bar. From here he could hear what was being said and not be too blatant about it. Be careful, that inner voice warned. The redhead probably dates an ex-Cane linebacker who is the jealous type. Still, Ethan thought as he looked over her delicious curves, some things deserve a risk.

His eyes widened as he saw Red down the two shots without a pause. Impressive. A woman after his own heart! Ethan froze for a split second as she addressed him :

“So what brings you here on Caroline Street?”

In his past life Ethan would have been much smoother than he was right then. Uncharacteristically he stammered -

"I needed to meet some real people, too many peroxide blondes with botox induced perfect faces out there for me. "

Gathering speed, Ethan hurried on, growing more confident, signaling the bartender ....

"Two more shots please. Kamikazes. Drink with me. "

Raising his glass he made this toast -

"Destiny is not a matter of chance, it is a matter of choice; it is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved."

And with that they both slammed the shots down.

Please accept my apologies, but that just seemed like the right thing to say. Any advice for a stranger new to town? I'll be trying to figure out this place for a while. You look like someone who knows all the ropes

Ethan looked at her eyes intently as he spoke. She was bored until he said one special word. At the mention of "ropes" Red looked up at him sharply and unconsciously rubbed her wrists. Well, well well Ethan thought. A woman on the edge. He was liking it here more and more. Things are not always as they seem to be ...

 

[chanaud]

Elle

He was coming on strong, quoting William James Bryan, in hopes to lure his bait. A typical sales guy, Elle thought. She’s heard the cookie cutter lines before, she used to quote them herself. For she used to be one, a damn good, some would even say she was the best in her field, but that was too many moons ago.

So he wants advice. It sounded like he wanted a tour guide. Yet what was he doing here? Writing his great novel? Or was he just looking for some action? Whatever it was, Elle wasn’t interested. She wanted some action. She needed it. It was what helped her survive each day.

“What kind of advice are you looking for?” Her voice trailed as her eyes flickered around The Bull and Whistle for better action. The only other patron was a large, burly guy sitting in the back, hugging his draft. He was not to be bothered, not only that, his tattoos scared her.

“Let’s try the Redhead’s Nipple.” Mr. Clean Cut ordered, catching her attention again.

“Yes, lets!” She agreed wholeheartedly. Now he was talking to her.

Mr. Clean Cut reached for his wallet, and pulled out an American Express card skillfully, making sure the logo caught at her before setting it on the counter. It did. The alcohol effected her motor skills, she was staring boldly, and practically salivating. Elle used the opportunity to slither next to him, making sure her thigh was rubbing against his. She reached for the card, and read the name aloud.

“Hmm..Ethan F. Colton.” Her eyes peered over at him.

“In the flesh.” He grinned, grabbing the card from her, and setting it back on the counter.

“I seee.” She caught his innuendo.

“Two Redhead’s Nipples.” The bartender set the shots down, and winked boldly at Ethan before turning with a knowing smile.

Elle giggled. “I’ve never tasted a Redhead’s Nipple before, have you?”

 

[darrenfate]

ETHAN

Elle.

Ethan repeated her name softly as he stood beckoning for their drinks. She sidled up to him, exuding an air of personal confidence and physical sexuality that made Ethan's knees weak. She would be too overpowering to many, many guys that he knew but for him she was exactly the challenge he needed.

He glanced at a faded quote etched in the wall above the bar -

When the good times come around, they gallup in like wild horses. You just try to stay on them for as long as you can. And when they throw you off....you just wait in the shade until they come around again. Jimmy Buffett

How true that was, and as he turned to Elle the last of his reticence vanished. This filly was just itching to be ridden and he was just the man to do it!

Two Red Headed Nipples ready to be sucked down!

As Ethan caught her eye he said huskily ...

Now, that sounds just perfect to me. I crave two red headed nipples, only instead of pounding them I want to swallow and bite them. What is it you want?

He let his hand run up her exquisite thigh. He felt her move to allow his hand free reign.

It was getting hot in here ...

 

[chanaud]

Elle

“What is it you want?”

The questioned surprised Elle, almost to the point of sobriety. This is the first for her, the question that is. No one had bothered to ask her that before, not even the more important men in her life. So surprised she didn’t know how to respond. She knew the answer. She just wondered if he was the man who could deliver.

Elle didn’t feel his hand at first, she was comfortably numb. When she did, her body responded immediately, her thighs opened allowing him access to warmer, more humid parts of paradise. Then like a breath of fresh air, realization hit her. Her legs closed immediately, trapping his hand. Surprised Ethan looked up, the word tease sprung from his eyes.

Elle leaned in close to Ethan. She didn’t realize how close the proximity was between them, her head fell on his shoulder, sparking a hysterical giggle.

“Do you know whas I wans?” She slurred through half closed lids. Her drunken breath tickled his neck, she smelled sweet, her nipples were forming tents in her black tank top.

Ethan smiled back, he wasn’t as drunk, but then he didn’t just slammed down 4 shots within a short 15 minutes.

“Hhmm.. I think I have an idea.”

His hand dared to crawl up the insides of her thighs again. She let him.

“I wans to see the green light. Have you ever seen it?”

“Wha?” He wasn’t expecting that.

“I wans to see the green light. You know, the green flash.” She said impatiently. His face still remained perplexed.

“Come on.”

Elle grabbed his hand, and dragged him out of The Bull and Whistle into the early afternoon sun.

 

[darrenfate]

ETHAN

The green flash. Now what could that be? Before Ethan had time to think the bright low tropical sun dazzled him.

Damn, we went in that bar early. So tell me Elle, what is this "green flash" you were talking about?

Elle grinned a catlike grin and although her answer was just a slurred ...

Youul see

She was going to say something else but impulsively Ethan pulled Elle into his arms and kissed her. They had one of those long rapturous kisses that stopped just short of sex on the sidewalk.

Its way too light out here. C'mon we have to get out of the sun. This way ....

Ethan took her hand and led her down the hard pan street past a huge cemetary. Huge palms swayied gently in the warm breeze casting there considerable shade to the ground below. It was dominated by crumbling headstones and graves in ill repair. All but the landscaping that is. A small Chinese gardener was pruning a fig tree. He had a notion to duck in with Elle.

Then he saw a naked woman sitting yoga style amidst fresh flowers on a grave. No tan lines on this beauty she had obviously done this before. The chinese gardener spotted her and wagged his finger in dismay. All of this she ignored, and seemed at peace within herself.

Giving her a wide berth Ethan and Elle went past her farther in. They were not alone even then. Two naked men were going at it, one of them bent over a headstone.

Ethan's eyes grew wide.

Welcome to Key West, midwest boy!

Elle started laughing hysterically at his obvious discomfort.

Well, I thought this was a good idea, my hotel is just two blocks. I think it might be safer there, or should we just grab our own headstone?