Lady Pheonix Reborn

[Veroe]

((Closed for Myself and Yeishia))



IC: Cole Bradley

It was getting late in the little town of Gupton. The fireflies were out so were the mosquitoes, and crickett's were chirping a lazy song in the dark light of a new moon. It was a humid Tennessee summer night. The air was hot and sticky, and anyone who spent any time out in it would be drenched in sweat and suffering under the oppressive humidity.

Cole removed his Dale Junior cap to wipe the sweat from his brow. Raising up from over the engine he was installing and walked over to his workbench laying his sweatsoaked hat on the table he picked up one of the shop towels he had been using ever since getting home from the garage earlier that evening to wipe some of the grease and dirt from his hands. He pulled the sodden T-shirt off too leaving him in only his worn wranglers with holes at one knee and one of the back pockets and his wolverine boots.

Cole was lean and fit with broad shoulders and the muscles of a man who's spent his entire life outdoors and active, playing baseball or football in old man Jenkins' field, fishing at the creek, mudding, and frog-gigging, and racing bikes to cars-hell if it had wheels he'd race it. He was by no means a couch potato save when Nascar was on TV.

Cole leant against the bench admiring the twisted hulk of scrap metal he had salvaged from his buddy at the dump for a song. It was the beaten twisted body of a 72 Camaro. It had no driver-side door its passenger side door was dented and stuck in place. It's rear axle was a bent and rusted mess. The wheels were flat. The top was caved in and the hood was nowhere to be found, but it was a gem atleast after he would be done rebuilding it-it would be. He could almost see it now. A real beast on the track painted navy blue with white racing stripes, or perhaps classic red with yellow flames, or solid black polished so well it would shine. Cole hadn't decided on the paint job, but one thing he had decided on was the number he'd paint on the side of his machine: a number 3 in memorium to Dale senior.

It was going to beautiful. Cole picked up his cold beer that had gone warm and flat since he had put on his workbench earlier and so absorbed in the work he had forgotten it. He could go inside and grab a fresh one from the fridge and some of the leftover chicken there too since he had forgotten supper as well. But he couldn't just leave just yet. So Cole raised the half full can in a mock salute to the car he was going to resurrect out of this demolished hulk. It was going to be beautiful.

He placed the can back on the workbench and stepped outside of his garage to the side of the house and his garden hose he placed it over his head and turned on the water dousing his head and shoulders under the cool water. He turned off the hose and shook the excess water from his hair. There that was cooler-now he could get back to reviving his baby.

He made sure it was all connected right. This engine had costed him a percentage of his paycheck for two months, but he had all in place and it would be worth it to hear it roar tonight. He could've saved it for last and worked on some of the body, but Cole was of the oppinion the engine was the soul of a car. If he was going to revive this machine from death he needed to start with its soul.

Soon he had it sounding out its new found life in the sleepy quiet Gupton neighborhood. He worried about disturbing his neighbors, but Joe Beaman on his house's right side was a pretty heavy sleeper. He hadn't met whoever moved in on the house to the left, but he'd only be disturbing them for a minute.

Then the engine whined to a halt. Cole was over it in a heartbeat flashlight in hand looking for what the problem was, after a moment he didn't find anything and decided to run the engine again. It roared to life a beast in the quiet sleepy night and then died again.

"C'mon girl," Cole said checking the carborator, the sparkplugs, and wiring. "Tell me what's wrong so I can fix it." He tried it again and again searching for whatever problem was causing his baby to stutter like this. Hours passed by with him oblivious to the passage of time. The camaro roared to life only to stutter back into a state of death.

 

[yeishia]

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IC: Agnes Jones


She silently watched him work from behind the drab netting of her bedroom window, which unfortunately looked over the yard in which he was working. She barely registered how handsome he was, her mind drifting back and forth between her past and what had transpired since she had moved to Gupton. Just the name made her cringe with distaste. Oh how the mighty have fallen, she thought moving from the window to the worn dresser with the antique, no the old, gilded mirror perched above it.

She hardly recognized the woman staring back at her; she was a shadow of her former self standing there in serviceable white cotton briefs and bra. The general Delivery store in town was ran by an older couple and she counted her self lucky she wasn’t left wearing granny panties and a Playtex Cross Your Heart bra! She had lost her confidence since her arrival unsure of how to fit in, unsure that she wanted to, she felt adrift, abandoned! The only recognizable thing about her was her Fiery Red hair which at the moment was hanging in glorious unfettered waves to the middle of her back. She had steadfastly refused to dye or cut it, wearing a blond wig instead as she made good her escape on that fateful night barely 2 weeks ago.

Pressing her fingers to her temples she raised herself to her full height of 5 foot 2 inches and looked closer at the image in the mirror and was taken backwards through time; into another mirror, another moment …..

The Lady Phoenix stood looking at herself with dissatisfaction not happy that the stilettos she was wearing measured only 5 inches, she had ordered 8 inch heels. Standing there she looked every inch the queen of her domain as she prepared for the private meeting she had been invited to. Not wearing her usual attire, her hair had been coiffed into a smooth chignon and although the black silk knee length gown molded her body like a second skin it was discrete, alluring, deceptively innocent. She grinned, a little honey never went unrewarded, she was to meet a very powerful man tonight and it wouldn’t do to play her hand to early. She knew of his darkest, innermost weakness, he however had no knowledge yet of whom he would be really meeting and what she could truly offer him.

Her mind was pulled back to the present by the horrific screeching of her neighbor’s car, it sounded like it was at the receiving end of some vicious punishment. Drawn once more to the window she watched as he bent over the hood of his car, corded muscles covered in a thin film of sweat, the tight contours of his ass clearly outlined as his jeans tightened as he leaned further under the hood. Her eyes narrowed, he needed punishment. She clearly saw herself removing his jeans and skivvies. If his carpentry skills were better than his car skills she would have him build his own stocks, she would confine him there and personally take the skin from his delectable ass for daring to disturb her rest!

Curling her nails into her palms she stepped back banishing the image. “Lady Phoenix enough!” she admonished herself, her voice sounding like a single whiplash. The dog that had been sleeping at the foot of her bed dutifully padded over to her and licked her toes.

Kneeling down she relaxed and petted the dog’s head. “Yes my darling it is you who are the Lady now and I ….I am merely Agnes Jones!” Her hand moved to the old Sheltie's neck and she ran her fingers over the smooth leather of its collar, stopping at the exquisite cameo set in its center. It housed a graceful image of a fiery Phoenix. From the collar hung a golden circle on which was inscribed, “Property of My Lady Phoenix.” Her mind drifted backward once more as she petted the dog…...

She had never physically met her potential new client; everything had been conducted through an intermediary. When she had arrived at his hotel suit she had slipped her key card into the door and silently entered. Casually placing her coat on a chair she had moved self assuredly into the main salon to find herself in the middle of what had appeared to be a massacre, blood was splattered everywhere; the walls, the carpet and of course the man lying on the floor with a huge gaping hole in his chest! The burly male holding the gun had turned in her direction saying nothing. His blue eyes had impaled her looking deep into her soul, they were like chips of demon ice, he would kill her she knew that instantly! For the very first time in her adult life she lost control and simply ran!

Back again in the present her eyes flicked to her reflection once again, talk about being in the right place at the wrong time! Hardly believing this was real, she still expected to wake up to find that it has all been a bad dream. That of course was not to be and the rest was history, inadvertently she had witnessed a mob killing and from that moment onwards she had been marked for death whether she testified or not. After the trial she had nervously waited to be placed in the witness relocation program to finally end up in the backwater location in which she now reluctantly found herself. The night they had finally come for her was etched in her mind almost as clearly as the evening of the murder she accidentally witnessed…..

Roused from her bed in the middle of the night she had hastily pulled a shapeless dress over the silken teddy and panties she had been sleeping in and picked up the one bag she had been allowed. Almost as an after thought she had gabbed one of her signature black collars from a secret drawer in her vanity and thrust it down the front of her dress. "Fuck them; she would have a single memento from what had once been her life! "

Coming back to the present her fingers still curled in the dog’s now sleek fur she sighed bemoaning the agent who had assigned her to this place for his lack of imagination, both in his choice of location and her new name. Agnes, she shuddered with distaste, the man had simply had no taste.

She was however, happy to have found her new companion on one of her many walks; above all else she was so very lonely, the slow leisurely pace of her new life did not suite her tastes at all. The dog seemed to have chosen her, following her home and refusing to leave, it was her only companion, except for the intermittent din coming from her next-door neighbor. What did he see in that beaten up contraption he seemed intent on raising from the dead? She had previously bathed and brushed the dog and she had to admit the old girl had cleaned up quite nicely. It was with a perverse sense of satisfaction she had named her Phoenix. The dog had arisen from the ashes and so too one day again would she!

Standing she stamped her small foot. She would stay here a year and not a minute longer! The former Lady Phoenix had been a busy while awaiting her relocation, preparing her own contingency plan. She had sewed thousands of dollars into the lining of her single bag and organized her finances so that a hidden offshore bank account would be accessible to her upon her return, and she did plan on returning! With a final pat on the old dog’s head she returned to her dresser absentmindedly opening a drawer and fingering the silken fabric of the teddy and panties she had arrived in, now both hidden beneath a bulky sweater. No way am I staying in this godforsaken back water for the rest of my life, surrounded by morons and rednecks who work on their cars all hours of the day and night with no consideration for another. She felt out of her depth for the first time ever, she felt impotent, she was frustrated, she was angry at the circumstances which had brought her to this new existence.

“I do not deserve, nor do I desire this," she told the alien image in the mirror huge teardrops welling up in her beautiful emerald eyes. “Look who I have become? I am drab, ordinary, boring. I can envisage nothing in this place that could ever persuade me to endure this life longer than I must!” Dragging off the offensive underwear and throwing them viciously into a corner she piled her hair haphazardly onto the top of her head and stomped off to the bathroom. Turning off the taps she wrinkled her pert nose as the smell of lavender assailed her nostrils, an old woman’s scent! The woman at the store had assured her it was good for migraines and besides it was the only bubble bath they stocked. Sinking into the heavenly water willing away her migraine she once again allowed herself to drift backward in time…..

Adam, her first, was seated behind her in the enormous clawed tub, messaging her temples with one of his most special concoctions. Sebastian was nestled between her long slender legs, one of which was leisurely draped over the side of the tub. Her other ankle was resting on his shoulder, while he, both hands supporting her rounded derrière worked his magic using his potent tongue between the soft petals nestled at the juncture of her thighs, in an effort to distract her from her pain. “Mmmm this is heaven, perfection,” she told them in sensual purr.

The heavenly smell of her favorite bath oil infused the room with its heady evocative scent. Imported from the orient and made especially for her it was an sensual combination of Saffron and Crocus Sativus, both of which were blended with a sweetly exotic honey fragrance which comprised a fabulous blend of cardamom, clover, and musk finally rounded out with smooth, milky notes. Exotic, mysterious, alluring, complex and sophisticated all at the same time it represented the essence of whom she was.

Breathing in the heady fragrance she relaxed smiling contentedly, she could feel her headache receding as her pleasure increased. The feel of his tongue curving around her swollen nub, sending waves of pleasure deep into her belly was superb, she pressed her smooth vulva closer to his mouth “Yesssss!” she purred languidly raising her arms to place them around Adam's head to draw his sensual lips to hers.

Chug, chug, cough, screech!!!!

The noise of the manic engine spluttering to life once again to disturb the stillness of the night, dragged her abruptly from her heavenly reverie, causing blinding pain to slam once more hard behind her temples!

"Enough!" she exclaimed. Storming from the tub scattering bubbles helter shelter over the tiled floor. Not bothering to dry, not bothering with underwear, she dragged on the while blouse and pants she had been wearing earlier, stomped down the stairs and strode to her back door, “Stay,” she admonished the dog. Who ignored her and padded silently in her wake.

Flinging open the door she glowered at the man. “Do you realize what time this is?” The engine died once more as she spoke and her voice traveled across the sudden stillness like a bullet from a gun.

She watched as the tall intimidating male slowly straightened to his full height turned and took a step in her direction. He was all rippling muscles from which rivulets of water dripped, an Adonis in the moonlight on this humid Tennessee night. The sexy image was lost on her…..

She raised her hand palm forwards and uttered a single softly spoken command, “Stay where you are.”

Contrary to the dog, who had ignored her command, the imposing man stooped dead in his tracks.

The former Lady Phoenix had been well used to being obeyed, it had been expected in her previous life. Little did she know the picture she presented standing there; flushed fresh from her bath, innocence and blatant sensuality combined. Her flame colored hair was coming free in places from its knot, the Medusa like tendrils falling around her slim shoulders as if they were some wild live things wantonly intent on exploring her luscious form at will. Her cotton blouse was haphazardly buttoned exposing an indecent amount of cleavage; the fabric transparent in the places where it seemed to lovingly cling to as a result of her not bothering to dry herself. The pants likewise molding her contours like a second skin clearly outlining the soft curves of her secret places.

Oblivious, she spoke again. “Well, cat got your tongue Sir? I asked you a question.”

She crossed her arms beneath her breasts and tapped one daintily naked foot on the stoop upon which she stood. An auburn muzzle pressed through her legs and a deep growl could be heard, a dangerous backdrop for her flashing eyes and accentuated breathing as she impatiently awaited his reply.

 

[Veroe]

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IC: Cole Bradley

Chug, chug, cough, screech!!!! Chug, chug, cough, screech!!!!

Cole was beside himself. His car, his baby was suffering and for the life of him he couldn't understand why. It wasn't the carborator, or the sparkplugs, the starter seemed functional, everything he could think of was fine. So why was it not working?

Chug, chug, cough, screech!!!! Chug, chug, cough, screech!!!!

Cole knew it was getting late, and he should head to bed so he could sleep for work tomorrow, but he couldn't. Not yet. He just could not leave his baby like this.

Chug, chug, cough, screech!!!! Chug, chug, cough....

The sound of a screen door screeching open and a woman's voice, “Do you realize what time this is?”

...Screech!!! The car engine died for the last time.

It was the fact that it was a woman's voice that surprised him. No, it was the fact that the woman's voice in question didn't have that twang to it a southern accent carried. Cole rose up and spun around to see the woman in question.

The first thing he noticed about her was that she had the reddest hair Cole had ever seen on anyone. The second was that her clothes were damp and the white shirt she wore was fairly transparent when damp. She was definitely a babe. Cole wondered what she was doing here. She deserved on TV or the movies anywhere but little old Gupton Tennessee.

she had her blouse unbottoned so she showed a good deal of freckled flesh between the hillocks of breasts. Cole tried to look away. His Ma would come back from the dead and tan his hide if she knew he was ogling this woman.

He nodded to her, "I'm sorry ma'a-"

Her hand raised and she glared interupting his apology, “Stay where you are.”

Cole stopped dead in his tracks in disbelief. Did this total stranger just tell him what to do like he was her fucking dog? He had heard that northerners were rude, but he had never actually experienced it before. Of course he'd never been farther north than Cadiz Kentucky in his life, but people who've just met eachother shouldn't treat eachother so coarsely, that was for damned sure.

“Well, cat got your tongue Sir? I asked you a question.”

He ignored the dog peeking through her legs and growling at him and glared over to her, " I'm sorry about how late it is and keeping you up, but I'll do what I damned well please on my time with my property, ma'am."

 

[yeishia]

It was her dog’s growl coupled with the comical expression on the stranger’s face that brought her abruptly to her senses. She was no longer in her own domain, she was no longer, The Lady Phoenix, she was just someone who would be soon working in a backwoods bar. She made a deliberate effort to soften her gaze as he spoke.

“I’m sorry about how late it is and keeping you up, but I'll do what I damned well please on my time with my property, ma'am."

She nodded, saying nothing; beyond the ruckus he was making she cared not a whit what he did on his, she glanced around with disdain.....property.

She turned on heel, closing the heavy door to her kitchen behind her with a firm thud, wondering what one did with unruly neighbors in this part of the country, she knew with certainty what she would do if it were in her capable hands.

Back in her bedroom she rummaged in the bottom of her bag and took two of the oxycodone she had hidden in the folds, she needed her migraine gone and she needed sleep, tomorrow night she was to start her new job at the dance bar she had been assigned to. She racked her memory, The Roadhouse it was called, how original!

She had the directions and yesterday taken the dilapidated bike she had found in her yard and had rode out to take a look. She shivered in remembrance at the clientele she had seen coming and going; drunken cowboys, scruffy rednecks with a smattering of what looked like bikers thrown in for good measure. They probably had line dancing and a band playing boring country tunes; she felt as if she had been sucked down a rabbit hole into a totally alien world. She had returned home thoroughly demoralized, she would never fit in.

Unscrewing the cap off the vodka bottle sitting on her night stand, she poured herself a shot and washed her pills down with it. Stripping her damp clothing off she crawled between the rough sheet comforted by the fact Lady was at her side. Just her luck to have neighbor who considered himself to be gods gift to womanhood. She had seen the way he ogled her, uncouth, was the only word that came to mind. When she got out of these back woods she would send someone to fetch him and show him his true place in life!

Soon she was drifting off remembering the sarcastic agent who had given her the book, Bartending for Dummies “If you’ve never been a waitress you’d better learn the drinks, we told em you were experienced, no job; no cash and no more pretty cloths for you madam.” He had smirked at his own joke. Another one for her stables, someone to practice torture on……....

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She had memorized a multitude of drinks, though she assumed she would be serving mainly beer; forgoing the ancient bike she had decided to walk to work, at a brisk pace she had estimated it wouldn’t take her more than 30 min to get there.

Dutifully, she had presented herself and signed the necessary documents. The proprietor Hank someone or other had handed her a box, a very small box. "Your uniform is in here." Looking her up and down he had commented, “if you want your tips, I suggest you put some more make up on that pretty face of yours, the package is everything around here.!”

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Entering the staff closest, a 4 by 4 hole in the wall with a toilet, she had taken out her ..her uniform and her jaw had dropped! “Jesus Christ, what the fuck is this place?"she exclaimed out loud! She knew that she needed this job for now and dutifully changed, pulling on the bits of rawhide and the western cowboy boots that completed her skimpy ensemble.

Standing back she stared at her reflection, it wasn’t that she was a prude but fucking hell it seemed the cowboys here about liked their woman half dressed and posing as natives! The fucking agent must have known this and had a good laugh at my expense,she thought tugging down her skirt.

Well screw him she didn’t give a damn! She held back tears of frustration and added some make up. Her warpaint she had called it in her former life; little had she know then her words would come back to haunt her!. Grinning at her reflection, her sense of humor resurfacing she tied her auburn hair into two long braids; taking a piece of rawhide from the box had tied it around her forehead.

"Perfect," she told her reflection glad that knowone knew her here, even if they did, no one would ever believe that his apparition was the Mighty Lady Phoenix. Turning she struck a pose. “Well at least the boots are comfortable Ms Aggie” she told her reflection, wishing the outfit had been perhaps a size larger in the bust.

The first half of her night passed in a bit of a haze; between serving drinks, avoiding groping hands and dealing with the flirtatious come-ons of the regulars who frequented the earlier hours, the time had flown by.

Taking a few moments between customers, to her surprise she felt a sense of pride, she wasn’t doing to badly at all, Hank had called her a natural realizing early on that someone had lied on her application. Except for the fact she couldn’t pull a pint of beer for the life of her she was doing way better than she had expected. After all she was a people person, especially when it came to the male of the species; or at least she used to be the men here were cut from a different cloth entirely, I am learning, she reassured herself!

Hank nudged her, she had customer, she turned and froze…..

There lounging at a table as if he owned the place was no other than her neighbor, a smug grin on his rugged face as he beckoned her over. Aggie glanced around but all the other waitresses were busy with customers.

Plastering a smile on her beautiful face she sashayed over to where he sat. Pretending as if they had never met she asked him sweetly,

“What can I get you this evening?”

 

[Veroe]

IC: Cole Bradley

“I’m sorry about how late it is and keeping you up, but I'll do what I damned well please on my time with my property, ma'am."

She didn’t respond which only upset Cole more. She looked around his backyard and saw the lawn needing a mow he kept neglecting, the rusted twisted hulk of his camaro sitting in the middle of it on cinderblocks, his house with the paint peeling off the siding, and with a look that could only be called turning his nose up at him she reentered her own house shutting the door behind her.

He caught a glimpse of the way those snug jeans moulded to her rear end. It was almost enough to make Cole forget he was angry at her-almost.

He looked back over what she had looked at. Sure he needed to mow the lawn, and sure his baby was an eyesore right now, and he really needed to repaint the house. And to be fair it was awfully late, and he had probably kept her from sleeping tonight. Also she might have been talking to the mutt rather than him when she told him to stop.

Damn it, Cole hated, hated, hated having to apologize for anything, but when he saw that he needed to do so he did it without whining over it. Still it was pretty late and she would probably not appreciate him keeping her up even more in order to apologize to her. He’d tell her tomorrow.

He went back to bed his brain still on her. Who was she? Where was she from? That accent of hers, he couldn’t place it. He thought it was Yankee, but it was the strangest accent he’d ever heard-sounded like a foreign one like English or Australian-Hell, Cole was by no means an expert on that. The only time he’d heard either was on TV and that was the cliché “allo’ Govna’” or “G’day Mate” accents not at all anything to what cole would bet was how they really talked in London or Sydney. Hell if it was he’d have to start saying “Yall” or “Shucks” or any of the other things any Yankee that stopped in Gupton thought he should talk like.

Then there was the small matter of how hot she was. A grade A fine piece of woman. He slept with those snug jeans and damp blouse and fiery red hair on his mind.

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Hank’s was a rough and tumble bar just outside of Gupton on Highway 32 with floors that hadn‘t been swept since the University of Tennessee had last won the SEC football championships and creaking wooden chairs booths with chunks of upholstery worn off. A long mahogany bar was at the back wall. Hank was pouring glasses of beer behind it.
Cigarette smoke hung thick in the air. The place was packed full, with people talking or laughing or drinking or leering at the scantily clad waitresses or trying to sweet talk them into heading home with them for the night.

The waitresses knew the game. Tease, titillate, divert, and deny. It was all just a game to keep the longnecks being bought. Though he had been an item with Sue Ann Holiday who was serving as bartender with Hank tonight. It hadn’t ended too well. Sue Ann had wanted to change him, and Cole didn’t like anyone being the boss of him. They had parted but over time had formed atleast a civil relationship with each other now.

Then he caught a glimpse of the newest waitress here. The reddest hair he had ever seen. It was her. His new neighbor. It surprised him. Somehow she had struck him as the type that would not be caught dead in a dive like Hank’s. She was a fine woman with class, not some drunk redneck’s floozy. This kind of place was beneath her. But why in hell was she here then?

“Man, I tell you boys what,” Earl Kreasey proclaimed, “Am I glad I’m out of that house. That nagging wife of mine back home was at it again, I-” He stopped, “Cole, you listening to me?”

When Hank directed her attention to them Cole smiled he hoped reassuringly and gestured her over to them.

Earl turned to see the redhead walking over to them. “Woohoo, Cole, I see why you aren’t listening to me. Check out the hot new thang.”

She came up to the table and looked at the four of them, and Cole felt kinda bad that he hadn’t tried to clean up for her. He shook his head of that out of the blue thought.

“What can I get you this evening?”

“Well, Sweet thing,” Earl began, “You can start by sitting that cute little ass of yours right here.” He patted his lap.

“Shut up, Earl,” Cole told his friend. He looked up at the woman, “I’d like to apologize for last night. You were right to be mad at me.”

“First off fuck you, Cole,” Earl said belligerently, “You aint the boss of me. If I want to flirt with Hank’s new girl I will.”

Cole ignored him looking at his neighbor. “The name’s Cole, Cole Bradley, ma’am.” He held out his hand for her. “I’d like to get off on the right foot this time with you.” She had deep eyes. Cole felt like he could dive in them and never stop discovering a new mystery hidden within them.

“Cole,” Earl bellowed.

“I, uh…” He said blushing a little as he moved his gaze from hers, “Four bottles of Bud please, ma’am.”

She left then to fetch the beers and the conversation between the four of them meandered to football. They were talking of the Volunteers’ chances come fall when she brought them the beer. He reached for his bottle as she was setting it down in front of them. His fingers brushed hers. Hers were dainty and clean his was smeared with stains from motor oil and transmission fluid, but a wildfire raced up his nerves at the incidental contact.

She left then his eyes followed her even as the others were laughing at what a money pit his camaro was.

What was a woman like her doing in a place like this. Not just Hank’s, but Gupton in general. She didn’t belong in a place like this. She must feel so alone here.

More beers followed, delivered to them by her. And atlast Cole got up from his seat and approached her. “Excuse me ma’am, but I’d like to ask you for a dance.” He nodded his head to the dance floor where people were line dancing. “Would you like to try it out with me?”

 

[yeishia]

“Well, Sweet thing,”

Aggi looked at him along the length of her pretty nose, if I hear myself called that one more time, she thought, I will quite literally throw up. Sweet thing, she… was… not… sweet!

“You can start by sitting that cute little ass of yours right here”

She looked at him astounded, I'll place my ass on your greasy lap when hell freezes over you baboon. For a single instant she thought she had spoken aloud and was relieved when his expression remained the same.

She kept her smile firmly in place and started mentally counting to 10 for the umpteenth time that night, she would never get used to this course familiarity.

Surprised at her neighbors words she pulled her attention back to him mentally dismissing the other males. Mad at him? Now this was amusing she hadn’t been mad she had been furious, sparks shot from her emerald eyes as she remembered the night before. With super human effort she reigned in her emotions the last thing she needed was for a recurrence of her bloody migraine.

Cole Bradley would like to get off on the right foot with her would her pompous ass! She allowed her eyes to travel down the long lean length of him, wondering if he know what she was, used to be, would he be as eager to get off on such a foot. She sincerely doubted it, still cleaned up he wouldn’t look half bad...

A brief image of him naked hand cuffed to her bed flew through her mind. Aggi mentally shook herself, Jesus stop it, not your type Ms Phoenix, you've had no sex in ages... careful he is a absolute no no!

Ignoring his outstretched hand by simply holding her tray in both of hers she smiled again. “Four Buds I’ll be right back.”

As she waited for her drink order she did gave herself a talking to. No way was she messing with this stranger she would bide her time until she could escape and build herself the life she wanted, a life where she was in control of every single facet of her world. Aggi had felt off balance ever since she had arrived, she looked him over once again her eyes dilating as she automatically ticked off her mental checklist; much as she would were she evaluating an acquisition for her personal stable.

Nope he was off limits even if……

She shook her head firmly as her order was delivered. Turning from the bar Hank stopped her in mid stride. “Looks like that neighbor of yours has taken a shine to ya lassie, he’s not taken his eyes off of you since he ordered his drink. Make this your last table, you did good for a novice, enjoy have a drink tomorrow you’ ll have full shift to pull.”

Aggi would have argued but she was feeling tired, she was unused to being on her feet for so long. She would give the back woods boys their order have that drink and then walk home, she had no intention of getting to know her handsome neighbor. With alacrity she delivered their drinks pulling her hand back as it briefly touched his. My life has been destroyed but not my libido, she thought with dismay as she returned her tray and slipped onto a vacant bar stool a quiet end of the bar.

Sipping the drink she had ordered, Good Lord what kind of bandy is this. she caught a glimpse of herself in one of the mirrors as she tried not to choke on the fiery liquid. I look like…I…. Aggi had no adequate words to describe the scantily clad apparition sitting one long leg across the other panties peeking from beneath the skirt she was barely wearing.

That is not me…No!

In panic at what she had become, tearing her startled eyes away from her reflection she downed the remainder of her drink in a single gulp and jumped off her chair straight into a wall of steel. Her huge eyes alarmed, her cheeks flushed from her hastily downed brandy, hands splayed intimately across his taught stomach she looked up.

Him!

God hated her... she was pinned between him and the bloody bar.

Shit he was tall!

“Excuse me ma’am, but I’d like to ask you for a dance.” He nodded his head to the dance floor where people were line dancing. “Would you like to try it out with me?”

Uncomprehending at first she followed his gaze to the dance floor.

“Me do that! With You!” Realizing her voice had risen she tried to still the unaccustomed sense of panic that has over taken her. Damn she wanted nothing more than to curl into his broad chest and cry her heart out.

“Thank you I… well I was…maybe a drink and then we can dance…err I have never done that kind of dance!”

Realizing she was babbling she shimmied back up onto her bar stool being careful not to touch him further while doing her best imitations of a...wow I am honored you asked because I find you attractive kind of smile.

I am going insane, this is a dream after one more drink surely I will wake up?

She knew of course that this wouldn’t be so, she was stuck here in this hell which by the looks of the way they danced here was going to get a whole lot worse, that couldn't possibly be fun...

 

[Veroe]

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IC: Cole Bradley

She looked frightened when he approached her. He saw her press back against the bar to gain some distance. He took a step back to give her some more space.

“Excuse me ma’am, but I’d like to ask you for a dance.” He nodded his head to the dance floor where people were line dancing. “Would you like to try it out with me?”

She followed his glance to the dance floor. “Me do that! With You!”

“Why not its easier than you think,” He smiled, “I’ll bet you’ll be a natural at it.”

“Thank you I… well I was…maybe a drink and then we can dance…err I have never done that kind of dance!”

“Like I said I bet you’ll catch on quickly at it,” He sat down on the stool beside hers, “But I wouldn’t mind another beer first.”

He raised his hand to get the bartender’s attention and froze. Sue Ann Hollister stood behind the bar. He and Sue Ann had been a long time item, mostly because she put out like a Hemi engine puts out horsepower, but eventually the fact that she was a controlling bitch couldn’t be ignored. She always tried to tell him what to do, what to wear, who to talk to, whom to be friends with, what to think…finally he had just had enough when she was trying to steer him towards marriage (Marriage!) and he could not imagine spending the rest of his life chained to her. So he had broken up with her and it hadn’t really been an easy break up.

He tried to avoid her as much as possible now, but now here he was and here she was.

“What do you want,” She glared at him.

“A Bud, please,” Cole told her.

She sniffed, “I don’t suppose you’re going to pay for it this time.”

“Hey, I pay my tab here,” He growled, “Besides Hank owes me for banging out the dents in his Cadillac his ex-wife took a baseball bat to. I didn‘t charge him then, and in return he lets me run a tab here.”

She rolled her eyes before looking at his new neighbor, “Some advice honey, don’t waste your time with him. Sure he has a cute smile, and Cole’s a great roll in the sack, but that’s as far as he goes. He’s too wild and rambunctious and likes it that way for any woman to stand for long. In the end he’ll hurt you.”

“Just get me my beer, Sue Ann,” He told her angrily, When she left to do that he looked over to his red haired drinking partner. He smiled that cute smile Sue Ann had referred to and told her, “Sorry, about that. Sue Ann’s an ex-girlfriend of mine. It didn’t end well.”

There was an awkward pause between them. He drummed his fingers on the bar’s surface. “So…uh…Where are you from?”

 

[yeishia]

“Why not it’s easier than you think,” He smiled, “I’ll bet you’ll be a natural at it.”

She looked directly at him thinking. I know I would be if I were the least bit inclined to do so, I excel at everything I choose to do, but tonight her feet were aching and all she really wanted to do was get out of this smoke filled bar and wash the smell of tobacco from her skin and hair. Thank goodness for the city where smoking wasn’t allowed in civilized bars.

Aggi had picked up on the tension between her neighbor and the barmaid but paid no real attention to their conversation her eyes were riveted on the dance floor where she was busy memorizing the step sequences, determined not to look an ass should she decide to actually give it a whirl. As she watched she realized that she had in fact done something similar in the form of a Samba line dance, the only difference being that in this dance each step sequence was performed facing all four walls of the room in succession instead of only two. All she had to do was memorize a series of eight steps. They weren’t as sexy or complicated as the Samba in fact they were pretty basic, soon she had them fixed in her memory and turned back to the bar to finish her drink

She had missed most of what the barmaid had said to her catching only her final sentence “In the end he’ll hurt you.” Aggi gave her a vague dismissive smile and turned back to the dancing stifling a snort of mild annoyance; she had no idea what the girl had been going on about but knew that she always held the reigns and that the hurting if there were any to be done would be hers alone to control for she wouldn’t allow it to be any other way! The girl was an imbecile.

His next words brought her attention squarely back to him “Sorry, about that. Sue Ann’s an ex-girlfriend of mine. It didn’t end well.”

Sue Ann, Aggi remembered now, Hank had introduced them at the beginning of their shift, one to steer clear of she had thought at the time. Her neighbor had certainly set his standards low, his problem not hers thank goodness.

“My condolences, if it bothers you I would suggest you find another watering hole,” her tone made it very clear that she had no interest his love life whatsoever. If it wasn’t working fix it, discipline it, or simply get rid of it...that had always been her philosophy in life.

There was an awkward pause between them. He drummed his fingers on the bar’s surface. “So…uh…Where are you from?

She speared him with the intensity of her direct gaze treating him to the full impact of her beautiful deep green eyes. "Cole I am thinking, you did say your name was Cole right?"

At his nod she continued,

"If you really insist on wanting to do this dance then lets do it quickly because to be brutally honest I am tired and all I really want to do is sleep.

Your ex girlfriend is looking daggers at the both of us, and while ordinarily I would not really give a rats ass...

Aggi counted off her points with the fingers of one slender hand as she spoke never breaking their eye contact for a second.

One, I barely know you and I am really thinking that perhaps it should stay that way.

Two, I really need the security of this job at least for the next year.

Three, your nasty ex girlfriend is a co-worker who has seniority here."

Smiling she finished her drink and slipped from the stool tilting her head and looking at him quizzically.

“Well what is it, the damn dance or may I leave?”

 

[Veroe]

IC: Cole Bradley

“Sorry, about that. Sue Ann’s an ex-girlfriend of mine. It didn’t end well.”

“My condolences, if it bothers you I would suggest you find another watering hole,” She used a tone that suggested talking about his previous relationship was the last thing she wanted, which suited Cole just fine since he didn't want to talk about it.

Cole shrugged, "That sounds like good advice, but this is pretty much the only watering hole in town, besides I'm not the one that's bothered by it." He shot a withering glare to Sue Ann.

There was an awkward pause between them. He drummed his fingers on the bar’s surface. “So…uh…Where are you from?”

"Cole I am thinking, you did say your name was Cole right?"

He nodded lifting the bottle of bud to his lips.

"If you really insist on wanting to do this dance then lets do it quickly because to be brutally honest I am tired and all I really want to do is sleep. Your ex girlfriend is looking daggers at the both of us, and while ordinarily I would not really give a rats ass..." She raised a finger as she began to tick off reasons to him, "One, I barely know you and I am really thinking that perhaps it should stay that way. Two, I really need the security of this job at least for the next year. Three, your nasty ex girlfriend is a co-worker who has seniority here."

She placed her empty glass down on the bar table. Cole noticed she had feminine nails: Long, well-kept, smooth, and elegant-the kind worn by ladies from far off places from rural Tennessee-ladies with class and grace and beauty. The way her fingers moved over the glass made him wonder how those nails would feel against his skin. "I...uh..." He stammered inneffectively imagining those fingertips playing over the length of him. The crotch of his jeans was beginning to get a little tight and uncomfortable.

He shook himself out of such thoughts reminding himself that his new neighbor was a classy woman not the usual sort of hussy that Hank normally hired like Sue Ann.

She got up off the bar stool and looked at him asking, “Well what is it, the damn dance or may I leave?”

There was a hint of fire to her eyes behind the weariness and annoyance there veiled, hidden, but shining through like a lamp behind a curtain swaying in the breeze of an open window. She was no hussy, no woman out to be used by whatever man catches hold of her. She was something else entirely, wasn't she? Cole didn't know the answer to that exactly. He only knew he wanted to find out.

He took another swig from his Bud before rising up from his stool. "I tell you what, you decide. Go home and sleep, even forget all about what a horribly rude neighbor you have. Or give me a chance to show you I'm not all that bad and have some fun dancing with me." he placed the beer back onto the bar top. "Well, you're the boss tonight, what do you say?"

He held out his hand for her to take.

 

[yeishia]

Aggi refrained from tapping her foot impatiently as she waited for Cole’s response noticing with mild amusement the tightening of his form fitting jeans. She was a good judge of male flesh and thought his attributes might well pass muster under closer inspection. She was dragged from her wayward thoughts as he descended from his stool and spoke, his voices laced with wiry amusement.

"I tell you what, you decide. Go home and sleep, even forget all about what a horribly rude neighbor you have. Or give me a chance to show you I'm not all that bad and have some fun dancing with me. Well, you're the boss tonight, what do you say?"

She looked up at him hiding her own growing amusement as his correct assessments not only of himself but herself as well, perhaps there was more to him than met the eyes.

The Lady Phoenix glanced at the dance floor it would be so easy to take his hand lead him onto it and complete the dance she had memorized, or for her to decline his offer and simply leave with a few scathing words as to how she really felt.

Her eyes clouded this was her world now and deep down she knew she would have to make an effort to fit in at least for the year she planned to stay here. What the once proud woman would not admit to herself was that quite simply she was lonely.

If fitting in here included a cat fight with the care worn Sue Ann at some point down the road so be it.

Straightening her slender shoulders she placed her hand in his. To her complete surprise she felt a fission of electricity at their casual touch, her eyes flew to his; relaxing she smiled, perhaps fun wasn’t an entirely bad idea...

“Lead on please.” She invited him in a low husky voice. " you'll have to teach me the steps I hope you are up to the challenge."

 

[Veroe]

IC: Cole Bradley

"I tell you what, you decide. Go home and sleep, even forget all about what a horribly rude neighbor you have. Or give me a chance to show you I'm not all that bad and have some fun dancing with me. Well, you're the boss tonight, what do you say?"

He held out his hand for her to take watching the play of emotions on her face as she considered it. Her eyes narrowed for a moment as if looking to see him in a closer light. It was inspecting him, like she would a peice of meat or produce at the grocery store, and then it was gone-decision made.

She straigtened standing a little taller, more elegant, more in command of things than the slumped depressed posture she had before. Her hand was placed in his. It was small, dainty, graceful, clean compared to his. Cole liked holding it and like it even more as she said: “Lead on please” in a sexy low husky tone. " you'll have to teach me the steps I hope you are up to the challenge."

"Oh I‘m up for it," He said leading her to the dance floor and lining them up with the other people. "Okay this has about seven or eight steps, but learning those are easy. The hard part will be doing it at the same time with everybody else so we won‘t worry about that you just try to keep up with me.”

The classic “Boot Scootin‘ Boogie” began to play. “Okay whichever direction your facing is called a wall. This dance uses 4 walls, and is considered easy for beginners to pick up. Just pay attention to my feet, and don‘t worry about anything else. Just you and me.”

He began the dance stepping right diagonally and then left with her, pleased that she was able to keep up with it. He stepped right again and touched his left foot on the floor. Cole had been a little worried about teaching her, since this would be the first time he had ever tried to do it, but she seemed to be picking it up fairly quickly more due to the fact that she had a lot of talent to it.

They vined right then left touching left again. Stepped right forward. Then left and right backward and holding for a moment to begin with a step back to the left and right together then left forward then pivoting to face the right wall so she was directly behind him and they touched right together. He looked over his shoulder at her hoping she was finding this fun. “How‘s your memory,” he asked her, “’Cuz, now we repeat the steps all over again.”

With that he began to step right diagonally and then left and then right….soon he had forgotten she was brand new to this and was just dancing with her. Though he was concentrating on not screwing up in front of her, he was beginning to see a little bit of a smile growing on that beautiful face of hers. Maybe she was actually starting to have fun tonight.

Then they pivoted for the third time facing the left and fourth wall repeating the steps with her directly in front of her, and Cole was absorbed with watching the flex of muscles under that tiny skirt Hank made his waitresses wear, the long elegant legs moving gracefully to the music, the flutter of glorious red hair over her back with each motion.

He was so enthralled by her that he lost the steps and when she turned to complete the dance she bumped directly into him. His arms wrapped around her to keep her from falling back to the floor.

“Sorry,” He told her with a breathless smile, “Maybe you should be the one schoolin’ me?”

 

[MsAphrodite]

Sorry to interrupt I know that Yeishia wont mind. I wanted to thank you for you comments Veroe with regard my thread with M13 .They mean a lot coming from such a great writer as yourself.

 

[MsAphrodite]

Double post Lit is fucked

 

[yeishia]

OOC: *giggles* Are you trying to steal my writer MSA???

 

[MsAphrodite]

Prehaps I am, what Ya gonna do about it

Seriously I don't know many the lounges so felt... Fuck you I asked permission!

* Tries to look innocent and fails badly*

OK buggering off now!

 

[yeishia]

OOC: Only for you my friend....

I am posting now

IC:

Aggi tried to listen patiently while he explained the steps she had already memorized, mentally going over the million small things that would have to be done before she could relax in her bed and finally escape into her dreams.

”Just pay attention to my feet, and don‘t worry about anything else. Just you and me.”

She smiled at his instructions she had no intention of staring at his feet, however the idea of just him and her some where isolated, him at her tender mercy while she...

Aggi actually blushed as she reigned in her thoughts and grinned at their wickedness.

“I’m ready it’s now or never!”

The once proud Dominant was happy that none of her friends could see how now, they would laugh their heads off; behind her back of course in her former life they would not have dared do so to her face. As a new song began to play she grimaced wondering which barrel they dredged up their music from. The only thing going for it was that it had a definite beat and so would be easy to follow along to.

Aggi soon lost herself in the dance and to her own amazement actually began to enjoy it, there was something almost primal, hypnotic about the complex movements. No thought was necessary and she began to relax for the first time in months a genuine smile lighting up her beautiful face.

Freedom!

Aggi felt free as she abandoned herself to the step sequences. She smiled when she and Cole came close together and he spoke not really paying attention to his words but dutifully nodding as if she were; even the music was growing on her. Damn it, I am being assimilated into this primitive corner of the world. As soon as the thought surfaced her concentration wavered and Cole chose that very moment to misstep and they were brought up hard together where she found herself plastered to the male length of him as his arms instinctively wrapped around her to keep them both upright.

The unexpectedness of such close proximity to this virile make Aggi’s heart miss a beat and for a split second she relaxed into his hard form. She could feel his heart thudding in his chest, his male harness pressed to the soft flesh of her under belly as if it belonged there, his whipcord thighs, her own nipples' response to his closeness as they hardened in response…

She lowered her head to his shoulder nonplussed at her body’s traitorous reaction and her nostrils were immediately assailed by the pure primal smell of him!

Panicked she splayed her small hands across his chest and pressed, although he did not release her it gave her space to breathe, regroup. What is wrong with you, 3 months without sex has reduced you to a horny teenager who cannot control her libido, get a grip!


“Sorry,” He told her with a breathless smile, “Maybe you should be the one schoolin’ me?”

Maybe I should, she thought her eyes darkening as she looked up at him fighting the urge to place a hand around his neck and simply kiss him and drag him to a corner of the room and show him the kind of dancing she truly preferred, it wasn’t the vertical kind, unless of course it was the Rumba or a steamy tango her eyes sparkled with mischief at her wayward thoughts.

“If you are good boy maybe one day I shall instruct you, my tastes however run to something entirely different.” Her voice was sultry and full of promise. She released herself from his arms her eyes never leaving his, hers smoldering with thoughts better left unspoken.

Then as Aggi took a few step backwards it was as if another had replaced the woman who had just spoken; her demeanor changed, gone was the sensual temptress Cole had been given a brief glimpse of just seconds before. It was almost as if a physical mask had dropped over her features, and once again she had became the oddity who seemed out of place in this noisy country bar.

Agnes Jones did not belong she jarred with her surroundings, it begged the question why?

A confused Aggi tried to smile as she placed her fingers at her temples unconsciously trying to rub away the worries which has returned unbidden to haunt her once again. “Cole this was lovely but I am tired, could we leave? I have along walk home.”

She hadn’t realized her subconscious use of we, the Lady might have controlled her physical responses to the man before her but her mind had other ideas as to what should happen next…

 

[Veroe]

OOC: thanx for the attention MsA, and you're very welcome, though what I said in the appreciation thread is well-earned on your writing talents.

IC: Cole Bradley

Cole was surprised by how good she felt against him, like jigsaw puzzle pieces, they were made to fit together. Her tits against his chest. Her sex pressed against his hardening cock pitching a tent in his jeans. Those few layers of clothing were the only things keeping the contact from being skin on skin. His hands had her one on her arm just below the shoulder, and the other supported her holding her up at the small of her back, both making contact with her flawless skin covered with a beguiling array of freckles.

He could feel the beating of her heart against him, the pressure of nipples hardening sticking into his chest. Her arousal triggering the quickening of his own hardness engaging like the cocking of a shotgun in his pants.

This was nice. Cole was torn. He never wanted this moment to stop yet at the same time he wanted it to progress to see how far this new road would take them.

Her head lowered onto his shoulder and Cole could smell the body wash she used, lavender, which seemed all wrong for her. His arms tightened around her pressing her closer to him. It was still too far away for his desires.

Her hands pushed away from him. He didn’t want to let her go.

“Sorry,” He told her with a breathless smile, “Maybe you should be the one schoolin’ me?”

“If you are good boy maybe one day I shall instruct you, my tastes however run to something entirely different,” She said that in a suggestive tone that held a world of hidden meaning behind them. Her eyes never leaving his suggesting it was not just talk.

It startled him but also thrilled him too in an odd way. There was a confidence, a brazenness to her now that stirred so many things with in him. “I’d like to take you up on that someday, Ma’am.”

Reluctantly he let her go and with that distance she began to shrink the fires of heat and life he had seen in her before withered to just embers. She looked like someone who was out of her element, a fish on dry land gulping desperately for water to breath. Cole wanted to help in some way, but was unsure how.

“Cole this was lovely but I am tired, could we leave? I have along walk home.”

“Walk,” Cole asked raising a brow, “You walked here. Don’t you worry. I’m going to give you a lift home in my truck, and don’t you worry about imposing on me, afterall your house is on my way to mine.”

But she wanted to leave…no she wanted to run from him…why? Cole couldn’t let that happen now that he just met her. He took her hand. “But first one more dance, I showed you mine, now show me a dance you know, okay? If you do I’ll make a deal with you. I know from your house’s previous owners, the Johnsons, that there’s plenty of small things like that doorknob to the bathroom that needs fixing. So since tomorrow is Saturday I’ll come by and will fix each of them for you, okay?”

He waited for her answer.

 

[yeishia]

One more dance, what could it hurt? as he took her hand in his she allowed herself to be lead back onto the dance floor to be shocked back into reality by the arrival of his friend Earl, the man was drunk and obviously not thinking clearly.

The red faced male was determined that it would be his turn to dance with the new bar maid or sweet thing as he called her slurring his words as he delivered them. He took her in his arms one meaty distasteful hand sliding up under her minuscule skirt to squeeze her almost naked bottom.

What happened next did so in a whirlwind of accelerated movement but for Aggi it appeared as if time had slowed down to a crawl.

Dropping her escorts hand she took hold of the hand that Earl had placed on her shoulder warning Cole to back off with a look that spoke volumes. Within seconds she had locked his wrist and was pressing hard into the sensitive flesh between this thumb and forefinger yanking back on his pinky hard.

“Kneel,” she rapped out her voice a whiplash as she quite literally forced the big man to his knees at her feet. Aggi had gone from being a fish out of water to a woman totally in control of herself and her environment.

The bewildered man stared up at her and she spoke again her voice low and full conviction, “If you ever place your filthy hand on my flesh again I’ll cut it off.” She pressed one pointed boot into the soft flesh of his groin. “Or perhaps I’ll take these instead.”

“Understood?” she pressed back harder on his finger and pressed her boot closer to his sensitive testicles.

“I said... do... you... understand... Me?”

His nod and whispered, “Yes,” inflamed her more.

“Yes what?”

She leaned forward and whispered into his ear so only he could hear her. “The correct mode of address is, Yes Mistress.”

“Yes I understand you Mistr ahhhhhhhh!”

Realizing what instinctively she had done she pressed his finger back harder and his Mistress turned into a yelp of pain midway through its utterance.

Aggi released him pushing him disdainfully away with a shove to his chest watching as he tumbled to his back clutching his injured hand.

“Cole I suggest you find your friend a ride before I have him thrown out. I will wait for you at the bar I need a drink!”

She glanced around at the onlookers suddenly embarrassed and grinned. “I’m from the big city we ladies all take self defense, never thought I'd need it here though Cole said this bar was friendly.”

Smiling sheepishly she straightened her skirt and sashayed back towards the bar slipping back into her role of ditsy barmaid as if nothing untoward had even happened. " A double Brandy please and put it on Earl’s tab.”

She sipped her drink the fiery liquid helping steady her nerves; she had almost given herself away she would have to be more careful in the future. Aggi watched with amusement as Cole took charge of his bemused friend. He would have quite the sore hand come the morning and hopefully his alcohol consumption would cloud his memory of events somewhat!

The ex Lady Phoenix almost left by the side door to quietly take herself home, but something made her stay and wait for Cole. When she had looked down at the man kneeling at her feet it had been the face of Cole that she has seen with absolute clarity and not that of his drunken friend.

She had glanced briefly across at him expecting to see repulsion at her actions, most men didn’t like strong woman but instead had glimpsed a flash of something else, he had looked…..intrigued, perhaps?

In any event he belonged at her feet .

Taking another sip of her drink she continued to watch him her eyes now those of a predator, could she, could she really?

Perhaps this town wouldn’t turn out to be as dull as she had anticipated; be careful Agnes Jones this isn't in the plan, she cautioned herself smiling softly feeling alive again for the first time in a very long while, she liked the feeling and refused to relinquish it just yet...

 

[Veroe]

IC: Cole Bradley

Cole took her by the hand when she offered and began to lead her back towards the dance floor. "So what dance do you have in mind. Keep in mind that other than the line dancing we did before I am pretty hopeless at dancing."

He was suddenly stopped as Earl Kreasey came up waving a half-empty bottle of bud in the air. "Hey sweet thang, couldn't help but see you dancing over thar," he slurred.

"Earl," Cole told him, "You obviously had one too ma-Hey!"

Ignoring him Earl reached out and slipped his hand under Agnes' skirt to cop a feel of her buttock. "Cumm'on, Sweetness, let's you and me do some dancin'." He placed his beer on the table the people there looking up curiously at the drama going on they were suddenly a part in. Earl then placed it on Agnes' shoulder. "Then we'll see where thangs take us from there."

"Earl," Cole growled beginning to see red with violence swiftly becoming an inevitability.

"Fuck offt, it's my turn to dance with her, Co---Aaaargh!" In a startlingly quick and fluid motion Agnes took him by the hand and twisted the hand on her shoulder wrenching the jowels of Earl's face into a rictus of pain.

Cole would have reacted but the look she was giving him had him riveted there on the spot. It was like she had been wearing a mask and it had suddenly slipped off and revealed a wildcat underneath.

“Kneel,” She commanded in a tone as undeniable as a crack of thunder or the freight-train roar of an on-coming tornado. As she did she spoke her hand shifted slightly twisting Earl's to an even sharper angle and forcing him to his knees to alleviate the pressure on his wrist.

"Jesus," Cole muttered in shock. He was shocked, but there was more to it not just the surprise at the sudden change in manner and body language in Aggi, but his reaction to it. It was hypnotic, riveting his attention like the classic workmanship from Detroit's finest car companies. Before she had seemed so sad, alone, and out of her place, but now in a flash she was supergirl, Wonder woman, Xena warrior princess.

Everyone was taken aback. Conversation ceased even the music stopped, hanging on what she would do next. The tension in the air was thick. Those that were close inched back instinctively like when the went to the circus and got too close to the lions' cage. All but Cole who was inexplicably drawn closer to her.

“If you ever place your filthy hand on my flesh again I’ll cut it off.” She pressed one pointed boot into the soft flesh of his groin. “Or perhaps I’ll take these instead.”

Cole's eyes shot up wide at that. He got the sense that she meant it in every sense he cared to think about. That was no empty threat.

“Understood?” She pressed her point making Earl groan out again. “I said... do... you... understand... Me?”

With gritted teeth Earl nodded and whispered, "Yes."

This seemed to anger her even more. “Yes what?”

"Uh he got the point," Cole suggested, "Maybe you should let him go now-"

She leant forward in whispered something in his ear.

Earl looked away in shame as he said, “Yes I understand you Mistr ahhhhhhhh!”

She pushed back and earl despite nearly weighing twice as much as her Earl fell limp like a rag doll onto Hank’s hardwood floor.

“Cole I suggest you find your friend a ride before I have him thrown out. I will wait for you at the bar I need a drink!”

Cole blinked, “Sure.”

Was this the same woman he had danced with?

When she went over to the bar Cole watched her in that tight skirt. He shook his head when he helped a groaning and complaining earl up from the floor and over to where his other two friends were.

“Somebody call the sheriff I wanna press charges. Look at what that bitch did to my hand.” Earl bellowed.

“You call the sheriff and you’ll have to explain it to the Missus, Earl,” Cole told him firmly, “Do you think she’ll be understanding when you tell her what a fucking dumbass you just were. She already hates it when you come here for a drink with us.”

“That was funny as hell,” Joe Dermett laughed, “You shoulda seen your face, Earl.”

Charlie, Joe’s brother, nodded, “We should tell your wife, just so she can break the other hand.”

"Quit makin fun of me," Earl snarled, "This really hurts."

“She didn’t actually break it,” Cole informed them taking Earl’s hand to get a good look at it, “She just sort of pulled his little finger outta whack.”

“C’mmon, you guys, don’t tell my old nag, I’ll never hear the end of it.”

“Would serve your dumb ass right,” Cole told him taking the pinkie finger and wiggling it a bit to see how much motion it kept.

“Ayowch,” Earl snapped, “Cole you somnabitch, that hurt, and you just stood there while that bitch-”

“Stop calling her that,” Cole growled his free hand taking hold of Earl’s collar and jerking him up against the back of the booth. “This was your doing, and you got what was coming to you, you hear me, Earl Kreasey? She gave you exactly what you deserve.”

Cole let him go. Joe and Charlie looked at him dumbstruck. They were used to Earl being a dumbass, but Cole’s reaction was out of proportion. Cole had a temper like anyone else, but he rarely got that mad at Earl being Earl.

“You poor dumbshit,” Joe laughed, “She’s got you bad, doesn’t she?”

“It’s not like that. She’s my new neighbor,” Cole told them, “And Earl-”

“Just be careful where you put your hands,” Charlie suggested and both of the Dermett boys broke into laughter.

Cole grimaced, “Well, tell me she isn’t…something else?”

“Yeah, you got us there, that she is,” Joe nodded casting an appreciative glance over to Aggi. He began to slide out of the booth, “Well we better get Earl to the clinic. It’s already starting to swell. Charlie go ask Hank for some ice. That should help on the drive over.”

“Wait Marjorie’s working at the clinic tonight, and I haven’t figured out an excuse for this.” Earl complained. “It’s all that bi-” He stopped glancing at Cole then amended, “-that woman’s fault.”

Cole turned and left them then. Joe and Charlie would take care of Earl, hell even Marjorie would, while at the same time tanning his hide seven ways to Sunday. And he didn’t think he could stand Earl being Earl for long tonight.

He came upon her near the side door of the bar where Hank took deliveries. “Don’t worry about him. He’s an ass, but when we were growing up he was the best one around to have at your back in a fight, still is, just too much beer in him makes him an even bigger ass. Plus where he‘s going he has another even scarier woman to worry about tonight.”

He looked back at the dance floor, “Guess we ruined the mood for any more dancing tonight, huh?” He shrugged, “Well, if you want to head home, I’ll still give you a lift.”

 

[yeishia]

Her eyes narrowed as she saw Cole making his way over to the side door, her mind still in a Dominant mindset she was irritated that he couldn’t follow even a simple set of directions, she had clearly told him to meet her at the bar. Well, he would simply have to wait she was having another drink. Sipping her second Brandy she wondered if perhaps he was shocked that his dancing partner had took down a male with such ease, had she embarrassed him causing him to want to squirrel her out of the back door. Perhaps she had misread the look he gave her?

Her thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of Hank, she slid off her stool to greet him thinking, great I’m probably going to be fired! That wasn’t the case however, he seemed relieved that she could stand up for herself, especially that she was slated to work the weekend shifts once her training was over. Weekends shifts he told her drew a different crowd, rowdy out of towners seeking a diversion which often turned into trouble. Hank give her some valuable tips, insisting that most of the regulars were harmless including Hank.

“Boys will be boys,” he told her as he departed with a friendly pat to her behind. Aggi grimaced at his retreating back.

Boys will be a boys.. That was fine with Aggi as long as they didn’t put their unsolicited hands on her person. If it happened again fuck the federal agent, she would pack up her few possessions and damn them all she would leave! She’d rather be on the run… at least it would be on her own terms. She wouldn’t have to pretend to be some docile little nit whit with no mind of her own. Slamming her glass on the counter top she was scowling as she made her way to the side door, in no mood to listen to Cole extol the virtues of his childhood friend.

His, “Guess we ruined the mood for any more dancing tonight, huh?” and subsequent offer “Well, if you want to head home, I’ll still give you a lift.” had her seeing red again.

Still give her a lift, spoken as if he had some doubts, but would honor his obligation. She had ruined the mood he was right about that and now he couldn’t seem to wait to get her out of there. What was it with men they stuck together no mater what. It didn’t matter city or country they were all of the same mentality!

Curbing her tongue she smiled sweetly up at him. “The choice is yours Cole but seeing as you are already half way out of the door I shall assume it is your wish to leave. And for the record, I have no problem with finding my own way home should you prefer to remain with your friends."

Stepping closer she ran a single polished fingernail down his sternum following the fine hairs that disappeared into the V of his checkered shirt innocently causing one button to unloosen as she did so. She looked up at him her eyes provocative.

"Perhaps you are afraid to be alone with one such as I.

Have I scared you off…Cole? ”

His name rolled off her lips like a small and palatable caress hovering in the small space between their bodies, the heat she was giving off an almost a physical entity.

“Moonlight walks even alone, stimulate my senses and right now I find myself in need of such stimulation.”

Not waiting for his response she pressed briefly up against him, a contact so fleeting, so subtle it might well not have happened at all, before she turned on heel and exited the bar not bothering to check if he would follow her or not.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Cole Bradley

Cole let her talk with Hank undisturbed, then finish her drink. Once done she rose and stalked over to him. And stalked was the word to use for the way she walked, like a lion or tiger, all graceful and light but with a ferocious power behind ever step.

He supplied, “Don’t worry about him. He’s an ass, but when we were growing up he was the best one around to have at your back in a fight, still is, just too much beer in him makes him an even bigger ass. Plus where he‘s going he has another even scarier woman to worry about tonight.” He thought to say more but the intense expression on her face halted anything else to add except. “Guess we ruined the mood for any more dancing tonight, huh?” He shrugged, “Well, if you want to head home, I’ll still give you a lift.”

It was all just talk of course. In his mind he was still trying to straighten out what the hell had happened to her. First she seemed timid, vulnerable...and now she seemed like to rip his head off for even looking at her wrong. He didn't know what to think about it. At the one hand it was strange, the other it was alluring in the scariest way. Alluring and scary like a venus fly trap.

She smiled sweetly up at him in answer. “The choice is yours Cole but seeing as you are already half way out of the door I shall assume it is your wish to leave. And for the record, I have no problem with finding my own way home should you prefer to remain with your friends."

"Uhh...well, I..." He said suddenly unsure what to say.

She stepped up close to him so close he could smell the shampoo or lotion or whatever she wore that smelled like lavendar. She raised her hand extending a finger. Time seemed to slow as that single fingernail came closer and closer to touching him. Finally after years of anticipation it made contact with his skin

Cole shivered at the contact. The way she dragged it down made a certain something downstairs sit up and take notice. If she looked down she'd see a rather embarassing bulge in his pants. Then the nail began traveling down and Cole hung suspended right there unable to do anything as Aggi lowered it to the first button of his shirt. She looked up at him those deep eyes promising sin and wantoness as the finger slipped the shirt free of that first button.

"What happened to you," He asked through a voice suddenly very husky, "I-"

"Perhaps you are afraid to be alone with one such as I," She suggested,
"Have I scared you off…Cole?”

"And just what are you," He asked, "I mean I've never met anyone like you before. You're different, more....more...well more...of something dangerous. Something tells me if I don't back away right now, I'll be snapped up and devoured, but my feet don't wanna go. I don't wanna go. Not one step back." He shook his head. "Who are you?"

Instead of answering she said, “Moonlight walks even alone, stimulate my senses and right now I find myself in need of such stimulation.”

she pressed up against him, the bulge in his pants obvious to her now. Then she turned and left through the door.

"Hey," He called after her, "Where you going. Don't...." He came after her then. "...Don't go. Don't leave..." Cole couldn't finish the phrase. He didn't understand her. He didn't understand why he was chasing after her. It was crazy. He had practically just met her, but he felt if he let her go now he would never have another chance for...what? He didn't know, but whatever it was, he wanted it and more and more of it. He looked up at her, "Who are you? What are you?"

 

[yeishia]

"What happened to you?"

Good question, she thought as she left the bar some deep seated need was propelling her forward, she could no more stop what would happen next than she could deny her inner nature anymore.

He followed her into the parking lot his words echoing in her ears. "Who are you? What are you? Like a twisted refrain. She would find out what this empty husk she lived in was still capable of and tonight would be the night!

The ex Lady Phoenix turned abruptly on heel and stopped holding one splayed hand in fount of her palm outwards stopping his forward impetus just inches from her scantily body. "Shhh you talk too much just feel, I will have the dance you promised me."

As if on cue the heavens opened big warm liquid drops of rain quickly soaking them both as they landed sizzling on the sun baked ground causing a warm haze to envelope their booted ankles.

Aggi raised her beautiful face to his unmindful of the rain or the drops glistening on her long eyelashes before they fell. Her eyes were as stormy as the night itself twin pools of turbulent emotion. She slide her hands slowly up his strong arms her hips moving subtly to the rhythm of the sudden storm until they were at the buttons of his shirt where she released 3 more. Smiling softly she peeled his wet shirt down over his muscular shoulders until it was at his elbows, the pressure of the sodden material effectively binding his strong arms by his sides.

Mine! she thought her eyes darkening further.

Aggi pressed closer her hands now at his hips guiding him in the rhythm she required she could feel his heat pressed into her soft belly, she wanted him she would have him. All the while she had been guiding him toward his truck her eyes never leaving his her nimble finger extracting the keys from his pocket as they danced.

It was she who opened the door and pressed him firmly between it and the cab making no move to enter her hands splayed across his chest her tongue going from one exposed nipple to the other teasing and torturing them with her wicked teeth. She looked up at him one hand running down his torso to press against the hardness clearly outlined by the soaking denim “I want to fuck you Cole, here, now!" She unloosened his belt the sound of his zipper load even against the back drop of the pounding rain and freed his raging hard-on. It was long, thick, liquid steel, and begging to be deep inside her.

Aggi was fast in an instant she had wound down the window ripped off her panties and using the cab for leverage had impaled herself without ceremony on his rampant cock. One leg on the window ledge the other around his waist she clung to him like some voracious vibrant beast as she took her pleasure thrusting hard against his rock hard belly. She was one with the elements some primal goddess perhaps even some apparition conjured by his fevered brain, not real at all! She rode him mercilessly until she came screaming her out satisfaction to the elements, her head thrown back her sex continuing its devastating assault on the cock buried deep within her. Finally she raised her smoldering eyes to his. “You may cum now Cole.” A few move clever pulsations of her inner muscles and he too shot his load.” As if on cue the rain stopped suddenly and she slid from him. She leaned against him for a second their twin heart beats the only sound in the sudden silence.

The ex Lady Phoenix had taken this man because she wanted too uncaring of the world around them or that they may have been seen by others. She tucked his now flaccid cock carefully back into his jeans redid his belt and walked sedately around to the other side of the truck smoothing her skirt down as she went before climbing into the passenger seat.

She leaned across the drivers side and spoke again. ”Cole you had better get inside in case it rains again, do you need some help with your shirt? Leaning further towards him causing the wet fabric of her now transparent top to pull hard across her breasts clearly outlining her still fully aroused nipples she unloosed the rest of the buttons of his shirt thus freeing his arms.

“Hurry up Cole I have an old dog that needs walking before I can settle for the evening.”

Aggi settled back into her seat fastening her seat belt patiently waiting for him to collect himself. It was as if nothing untoward had happened at all, gone was the apparition that had quite literally fucked the life out of her still stunned neighbor!



OOC: Correct truck terminology to be edited in when I get hold of Veroe

 

[Veroe]

IC: Cole Bradley

Cole walked out into the gravel parking lot of Hank's bar after Aggi. The weather man on Channel 5 from over in Nashville had forecasted scattered showers for the area, and Cole could smell the moisture in the night air. Looking up he could see an overcast sky blotting out the stars. A breeze was picking up and if Cole was to place a bet on it he'd lay good money that any minute now the bottom was going to drop off and they were in for a short but hard deluge. Folks around here call them gully-washers, dump a hell of alot of rain in a matter of just a few minutes and then go on like nothing at all had happened.

"Who are you? What are you?"

She stopped there in his tracks at the questions and turned sticking her hand in the center of his chest stopping him there a step away from her. He looked down at her hand then back up to her eyes, catching a glimmer of something else, something he hadn't seen before in those eyes, or maybe something that had been there under the surface all the time that was just now coming up for air.

"Shhh you talk too much just feel, I will have the dance you promised me."

He glanced around them. Most all the customers of Hank's was still inside, the relatively early hour and the coming rain made most of those who would leave early stay inside a little longer.

Then the rain began to fall, a little at first but just as he thought within seconds the bottom dropped and the raindrops began to fall fat, heavy, and cold. Steam from the ground still warm from the summer sun rose up, and Cole glanced over to the door back inside the bar. "Maybe we should go back-"

Her motions the trailing her hands up his arms and most especially the swaying of her hips almost accidentally grazing it against the tent rapidly rising in his pants. She freed three of his buttons then leading directing them back, but not towards the door inside Hank's but over towards his truck. He glanced over towards it then back down as she freed the top half of his shirt and pulled it down over his shoulders down to just above his elbows. He tried to move his arms but found the wet fabric of the shirt pretty much keeping his arms' range of motion down to practically nothing.

"What are you doi-"

That look in her eye darkening as they raked over his bare and now soaked chest kept him from finishing his question.

She pressed closer leading him, pushing him closer towards the driverside door of his truck. The sensation of her hand slipping into his front pocket made him jump. Then it was gone as she pulled his keys out of his pocket. She opened the door and pushed Cole within it wedged against the open cab and the door. Her dainty hands spread over his chest making him inhale deeply, and even deeper as her head bent down and took one of his nipples between her teeth.

"Ouch," He exclaimed as she briefly bit down on it, "What's gotten into yo-"

Her eyes froze him in mid-question once again as she atlast spoke what she was about to him, “I want to fuck you Cole, here, now," She told him frankly, as if that was that about it. Her hand had snaked down and was tracing over the outline of the pitched tent in his jeans and Cole was suddenly more ameniable to the idea. However he did look over to the door of the bar glad that the door was in the way of seeing just what was going on, especially as she undid his belt and began to loosen the snap and zipper of his wranglers. The zipper came down loudly, and he glanced again to the door convinced someone was coming to discover them.

Her hands running over his hard length brought his attention back to her. Her fingers warmed him up even as the cold raindrops cooled him down.

"At least get into the tru-"

She wound down the windows, reached down under her skirt and with a tearing sound ripped her underwear free. Cole's jaw dropped as she climbed up angled him to her and swiftly lowered herself onto him.

"Oh, Jesus," He exclaimed as she gripped him tight and rocked her hips up and down on him. "Oh god." She was tight and gripping him like some sort of gloved hand was jacking him off. It felt like nothing or no onw he had ever experienced before. If heaven was real this was what it must be like.

Her head was hanging back so she was facing the heavens heedless of the rain splattering down on her face. Cole was intently watching her breasts as the subtly bounced under the soaked transparent material before his face with rising and falling motions. He could almost count the freckles.

Aggi was an angel, a demon, a vampire or something-certainly not human-atleast not normal. Cole had never met anyone in his life like her. This was driving him crazy. The muscles in the back of his thighs were seizing. His toes were curling in his wolverines. He was getting close to popping his load right there.

She suddenly tensed and crying out the evidence of her passion flooding out and around his cock. She panted leveling her gaze onto him. “You may cum now Cole.”

Then she squeezed without moving, once, twice, three times, and he came shaking barely able to keep them both from falling over.

She leaned against him then holding him tight in the space between the cab and door of his old white F150. The rain had slowed to a stop like the weatherman on channel 5 had said. A gully-washer.

Slowly eventually she pulled down from him and tucked his spent cock back into his pants. She walked around to the passenger side of the door casually. Cole watched her wide eyed as she climbed inside the truck.

"What just-"

”Cole you had better get inside in case it rains again," She said casually,

cole looked down at his still halfway unbuttoned shirt.

"Do you need some help with your shirt?" She leaned over to unbutton the last few buttons freeing his arms at last. The motion did some interesting things to the top Hank called a waitress' uniform. The rain had soaked through it and made the material practically as transparent as glass over the still-puckered and stiff nipples they were supposedly hiding.

"I-"

“Hurry up Cole I have an old dog that needs walking before I can settle for the evening.” She said fastening in the seatbelt and acting as if nothing untoward had happened at all.

"I-" He looked at her then down at himself. Did that really just happen, or did he conk out and have some sort of pornographic wet dream just now. "-Right." He slid inside behind the wheel and started the engine. He pulled out as the Dermett brothers were escorting Earl out of the bar to their beat up Chevy. He waved at them with an if-you-guys-only-knew-what-just-happened-to-me smile before driving down the highway.

It wasn't a long drive. It was just a little bit down the highway then turning onto 'Ol Hickory Road' then left onto their street, Franklin Street, and their houses. Over all it was maybe a five minute drive. As far as Cole was concerned one of the bonuses of living in his house was how close it was to Hank's. He glanced over to Aggi. It probably took her anywhere between ten to twenty minutes to walk there. Based on how fit she was to do what he had just witnessed he'd place good money on ten minutes.

He pulled into his driveway, and turned off the engine. He looked over to her. "You mind telling me now, what just happened?"

 

[yeishia]

Aggi glanced at her companion in the front-view mirror, he looked perplexed as rightly he should he had just taken his first steps down what would perhaps prove to be a very unusual and provocative road for him. With that thought came the realization of what she was about to do there, would be no turning back for either of them. She had never been wrong before in her determination of who would make a suitable candidate for her special brand of training…ever.

The car pulled into the drive way and out of the sudden silence he spoke the timbre of his confused voice revealing more than his simple question, "You mind telling me now, what just happened?" Aggi quietly undid her seat belt and turned to face him her serious eyes meeting his head on, she would have to handle this with kid gloves he wasn’t anywhere near ready for the truth, or was he?

Placing a single finger over his lips she stilled his next words. “Shhh… you talk too much Cole.” Personally she thought that the male of the species should be seen and of course touched but rarely heard, however this was Hicks-ville she could hardly lean over and slap on a ball gag now could she, the thought amused the former Mistress greatly.

“The question you should be asking yourself is how do you feel about what just happened?”

Aggi smiled softly into his concerned eyes. ”Bare with me Cole and I shall explain but first indulge me please in a small exercise if you will.”

At his barely perceptible nod she pressed him gently back against the seat and using her fingertips gently closed his eyes. “Now isn’t that better I simply want you to feel with this.” She splayed the palm of one hand across his heart.

“I am returning to the house to let out my dog and I want you to sit here for 15 minutes with your eyes closed and play back what happened frame by frame in your mind’s eye and answer the question you just posed to me, what just happened. Better yet I want you to ask yourself how it made you feel. Think beyond the physical Cole."

Aggi watched the expressions as they flitted across his handsome face. She leaned in closer allowing him to feel the tips of her rock hard nipples, to smell the natural scent of her smooth skin as she whispered close to his ear. “How did it make you feel deep down inside Cole to have a female take control of your body, your will? Was it liberating, exciting, did it please your senses?"

The young seductress sat back slightly her strangely soothing voice was filled with quiet authority, “15 minute of introspection Cole then you may return to your own home or join me for a night cap and we shall talk further, the choice is yours.”

Aggi slipped silently from the truck and entered her new home greeting the old Sheltie who was eager to relieve herself. “Your walk will have to wait girl you’re on your own tonight,” as she spoke she opened the back door and let the old dog slip out into the night knowing she would return soon enough.

Quickly she removed her soaking clothing and ran lightly up the stairs freeing her wet braids as she did so. A quick wash from top to toe before finally wrapping her nude form in an over-sized soft terry robe she made her way to the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. Finally sitting on a stool running an antique brush through her long fiery waves, as she waited to see what her neighbor would decide to do.

Her inner voice was telling her what she was contemplating was very wrong that she should simply be content to be Agnes Jones, that The Lady Phoenix was no more. However, The Lady Phoenix knew within her heart of hearts that she couldn’t deny who she was more than the sun could fail to raise each new morning. Tonight’s events had shown her clearly what to do; the genie had slipped from the bottle and she has no wish to put her back. She could either make this new life work for her or simply leave risking certain death or worse were she to return to her old one prematurely.…

Finally she heard the front door open and then suddenly Cole was standing hesitantly in her kitchen door way filling it to perfection with his jean clad form. Her heart skittered in her chest, he belonged at her feet. Smiling across at him reassuringly she held out the brush she had been using.

“Come in Cole, perhaps you could help me untangle my hair while we talk some more, ummm?” She crossed one leg over the other inadvertently giving him a spectacular display of her long sleek legs and the hint of charms hidden by the soft clinging fabric.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Cole Bradley

Cole pulled into his driveway, and turned off the engine. He looked over to her. "You mind telling me now, what just happened?"

She reached down to free her seatbelt and Cole had an almost uncontrollable urge to reach out and touch her. To unbraid her hair so he could run his fingers through the flow of soaking wet red hair to touch her freckled skin and see if she was actually real and not some figment of his perverted imagination.

She turned to face him her brilliant eyes boring into his, and for an awful moment he wondered if he had just conjured what had happened to them.

"Did I just imagine-"

Her fingers placed over his mouth stalling the sentence right there.

“Shhh…" She said softly, "You talk too much Cole.”

He was lost in those eyes, stirring and magnetic, she drew him in and riveted him just by the simple act of locking her eyes with his.

“The question you should be asking yourself," She continued, "Is how do you feel about what just happened?” She smiled a deceptively innocent and inviting gesture at odds with the wild aggressive woman that had pulled his cock free and fucked him in the parking lot in the rain. ”Bare with me Cole and I shall explain but first indulge me please in a small exercise if you will.”

He nodded unsure of what she had in mind. She made him lean back against the seat of the truck and closed his eyes one by one with the same finger that had shushed him. “Now isn’t that better," She said, "I simply want you to feel with this.” He felt her hand on his chest pressing her palm over his heart the touch making it beat faster as if she had commanded it to do so.

Cole was taken places just listening to her voice. There was something sensual and sexy to it. It was sweet like the girl next door (literally) one minute but smoky and exotic the next (like a woman from the other side of the world). It was a vacation and a homecoming with every word she said.

“I am returning to the house to let out my dog," She said, "and I want you to sit here for 15 minutes with your eyes closed and play back what happened frame by frame in your mind’s eye and answer the question you just posed to me, what just happened. Better yet I want you to ask yourself how it made you feel."

The scene in the parking lot of Hank's flitted through his mind. The sight of her nipples through the soaking wet halter top, the feel of her muscles gripping his cock, and...

"Think beyond the physical, Cole." She leaned forward. Her breasts pressing between them. He could feel her nipple on his arm. It was still hard. He could smell her she was so close. “How did it make you feel deep down inside, Cole," She said in that sexy down home and exotic at the same time voice, "To have a female take control of your body, your will?"

His breath caught at her last words.

"Was it liberating, exciting, did it please your senses?"

Breathe. He inhaled and exhaled air laden with the smell of her.

She moved back then leaving him alone when she spoke again the girl next door was gone and she was a queen or general in her tone, “15 minute of introspection Cole then you may return to your own home or join me for a night cap and we shall talk further, the choice is yours.”

He heard the creak of the truck's door as she opened it. He heard it creak as she closed. He was left alone now. In his truck. He heard the music of a hot, humid Tennessee night. The crickets. The secaedas. He cracked open his eyes and saw the lightning bugs making lazy patterns in the air above Aggi's yard.

His fingers tightened on the wheel as he thought back to the parking lot.

“How did it make you feel deep down inside Cole to have a female take control of your body, your will? Was it liberating, exciting, did it please your senses?"

Her words, the questions she had raised haunted him. The truth was he had liked it. It had excited him-she had excited him when she had taken control in the parking lot.

But Cole had been raised to believe that was a man's role in any relationship. women weren't supposed to be so tawdry, so aggressive, so..****.

“How did it make you feel deep down inside Cole to have a female take control of your body, your will? Was it liberating, exciting, did it please your senses?"

It had been fun. It had been exciting. It had awakened and fulfilled something he had never known was missing in his life. And now he was being a big dummy wasn't he? A beautiful exciting woman whom had just given him the most erotic moment had invited him inside her house for the night and here he was sitting in his truck.

He didn't know whether it had been fifteen minutes or five but he swung the door open and slid out. He glanced next door to his house, dark and lonely. To his baby in the back yard. This was the longest he'd gone without working on her for as long as he had her.

But then he turned towards house. The front door stood there waiting for him. Maybe it was time he stop being a big dummy?

He walked up to the door and turned the knob. He stepped down the hall past the stairs to the open door with a light on. It was her kitchen. She sat on a stool at the island of the kitchen. She wore a bathrobe that parted to reveal a good deal of creamy thigh when she crossed her legs and unless Cole was mistaken the fact she still wore no panties.

“Come in Cole," She said holding out the hairbrush for him, "Perhaps you could help me untangle my hair while we talk some more, ummm?”

Cole nodded, and crossed the kitchen towards her. He took the brush and turned it over. "I don't know alot about you, Aggi." He ran a thumb over the bristles of the brush checking the texture. "But I do know that I couldn't go back to my house. I didn't even think about it. I think that this whatever this is is where I belong."

That said he nodded and raised the brush for her hair. "Fair warning, Aggi. I've never done this for anyone other than on myself. So try to bear with me, Okay."