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 AN UNLIKELY PAIR (part 1) Written 04.06.02 (C) Rogue 2002

   A woman with a long curtain of tangled black hair sat in the corner of a
poorly lit coffee house, her fingers rapidly clicking away at the keys on
the laptop on the table in front of her.  Her face reflected the faint glow
of the backlighting of the computer screen, her brows knitting together as
she thought of the right words.

   ...His turgid member flounced out of his pants with the quickness of a
striking cobra.  It swayed back and forth in a mesmerising rhythm as her
bosom heaved in great swells.  She reached forward and gripped his
tumescent appendage, slowly choking it until a drop of opalescent white
fluid appeared on it's tip, like the head of a great white whale breaching
the surface of a flesh ocean...

   "Damnation...," she muttered to herself, unhappy with her phrasing.  It
was becoming downright impossible to find decent representative words or
phrases for cock, cunt, pussy, and dick.  But now she'd become all to
familiar with the pitfalls of being an 'erotic writer'.  She'd been pumping
these damned things out for several months now, and while the money was
good, she had to admit that she was getting really tired of all the empty
sucking and fucking.

   She'd be damned if she could remember the last time she'd been laid, and
was honestly unable to recall if she'd ever enjoyed the activity.  It had
been far too long, and she gave a soft sigh as she turned to watch a group
of kids who were obviously rolling on ecstasy.  They seemed so happy as
they grinned idiotically at one another, preening and petting.  It had been
said that the chemical forged an intense bond between two people that
quickly dissipated as the effects of the drug wore off.  She'd never
touched the stuff herself, not finding it interesting enough to dabble
with. A young tow headed boy with ill kempt hair and a truly tragic outfit
looked over at her, his grin widening as a girl with bone straight, long
auburn hair wearing a pair of jean overalls stroked his chest in slow
circles, her jaw clenching and unclenching.  She raised an eyebrow at the
display, wondering what the was seeing when he looked at her.  Obviously
something that entertained him, she thought as she watched him turn to look
up at the girl, saying something that she couldn't quite catch and laughing
softly.  Her breath caught in her throat as he slid out of the girl's
embrace and stood up, looking back over at her again.  He began heading
over to her and she quickly slammed the laptop shut, jamming it into a
black backpack and zipping it up before he called out, "You look lonely."
His eyes were relaxed, his expression genuine as he smiled at her and
added,

   "You wanna come join us?"

   "No thank you...," she stammered, gathering her backpack into her arms
and quickly sliding past him.  The boy turned to watch her go, shrugging
before heading back to his friends.  She stepped out into the night air,
her throat tight as she searched through the side pocket of her backpack
for her inhaler.  Her hands fumbled around, finally touching the metal
cylinder and pulling it out, shaking it and taking a huge puff of it.

   Her glasses slid down her nose; and gathering the inhaler in the palm of
her hand, she pressed against them with a pinkie as she looked around,
hoping that nobody had seen her.  Most people didn't even notice her, on
good days.  She blended in with the shadows, most of the time.  Black was
the only color of the clothes in her closet, her only shoes ratty combat
boots back from when she was still in high school.  Baggy pants and shirts
hid her from the eyes of those who would bother her if they knew what she
really looked like under all this fabric.  It was easier that way.  Her
hair was a tangled mess of raven colored strands that rested against her
back.  She hadn't bothered cutting her hair in years, so it had gotten
nearly down to her waist.

   The glasses were too big for her face, giving her an owlish appearance;
but at least they kept her from bumping into things.  She clutched the
backpack to her as she realized that there was one other person out here
with her.  He looked at her as if studying her, his brown eyes scanning her
frame in a slow pass before he caught her gaze and gave her a slight nod.
He was an older man; in his fourties, she presumed.  The years had been
very kind to him, and his closely cropped hair was a flattering combination
of salt and pepper that added a distinguishing touch to his overly
masculine features.

   She quickly looked away, and walked stiffly to the furthest part of the
patio away from him, placing her backpack down and digging around for her
laptop, eager to get back to something familiar and comforting.  She was
never too good at dealing with people directly, and much preferred
interacting with them in other forums; preferably online.  Things went much
easier and much more smoothly if she had time to gather her thoughts,
editing them before typing them in response to her internet friends.  She
also tended to ask questions that were either entirely inappropriate, or
pointed.  The man raised an eyebrow, then shrugged and brought the book
he'd been reading back within view.

   She sighed and placed the computer in her lap, opening the top and
beginning where she left off.

   ...She brought a hand down to the cream filled valley between her
thighs, stroking her clitoris like an eager pet desirous of attention.  Her
voice was thick with desire as she said, "I want to suck that bratwurst of
yours until your eyes roll back in your head, baby!  Oh yeah!" Her
companion's engorged sausage of love twitched and jerked in anticipation as
she leaned forward and licked the tip, savoring the taste as if were a
particularly flavorful meat treat.  "OH CHRIST, Candy!  Wrap your lips
around it!  Suck me off until I lose consciousness!  UNGH!" With a hitching
moan, she encircled his lap lollipop and began bobbing back and forth along
his jerking meat puppet...

   She laughed, despite herself, wondering how the hell any of these books
made the amount of money that they did.  It's not as if her writing style
mattered - just as long as the old suck and fuck were chuggin' right along.
That's what the fans paid for.  What did it matter to her if the only
published works she'd ever produce would have pages that were permanently
stuck together?  Her eyes narrowed, and she glanced back over at the man
across from her, annoyed that he was smiling at her obvious enjoyment of
her own deluded genious.  She frowned, and turned back to the glow of the
screen, typing furiously.

   ...She rode her hand as she sucked in her cheeks, wanting to get as much
of his delicious pork sword in her mouth as possible.  "Oh GOD, baby, SUCK
THAT GIGGLE STICK!" She worked her lips in a feverish pitch as her fingers
parted her beef curtains, sliding in the slickness of her cream filled sex
tunnel as she careened headlong towards the jarring impact of orgasm.  "Oh
you beautiful whore!  Suck it FOR DADDY you BITCH!!!"....

   Another short bark of laughter escaped her lips, and she quickly brought
a hand to her mouth, her gaze moving back over to the stranger across from
her.  He was now watching her intently, a engaging grin curling the edges
of his lips.  He was actually quite attractive, she realized.  Flustered,
she quickly saved and slammed the laptop shut, getting ready to jam it into
the backpack when he called out to her.

   "I'm sorry...it's just that," he paused for a moment, his expression
becoming a little sheepish as he continued, "you looked like you were
having entirely too much fun."

   She gave him a thoughtful look before slowly sliding the computer into
it's pocket in the backpack and quietly answering, "I...ah...entertain
myself far too easily." Her lips twitched into the semblance of a grin and
he laughed, his voice warm and deep as he got to his feet and said, "You're
really beautiful behind that wall you throw around yourself, you know?"

   She blushed furiously and zipped the backpack up, getting to her feet
and turning away from him.  An apologetic tone entered his voice as he
said, "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to embarrass you.  But it's the truth." He
was walking towards her.  She could hear his footsteps on the wood planks
of the patio.  She gave a slight turn, looking back at him and brushing a
tangled drape of hair behind her ears as she quietly asked, "No bullshit?"

   He nodded, smiling again.  His eyes danced with laughter as he looked
over at her.  He stepped up to her, his voice matter of fact as he repeated
her words back to her.  "No bullshit."

   He looked a little like someone's dad, dressed in an inocuous black
sweater and grey Dockers.  For a moment, she thought to herself that if
this man had kids, they'd be gorgeous.  He looked fairly harmless, for the
most part, and he seemed honestly interested in conversing with her, so she
turned around, clutching the backpack in front of her as she pushed her
glasses back up her nose in a nervous gesture.

   She gave him a brief nod, her tone appreciative but clipped as she
replied, "Thanks."

   He seemed to inspect her for a moment before saying, "You hungry?"

   The moment he said it, she realized that she was ravenous.  She'd been
writing for about five hours straight without a break.  It was always
difficult to remember to eat when she was in the flow of the story, no
matter how tepid or silly it became.  Her publisher once told her that she
had a 'flair for words'.  It took everything she had not to burst out
laughing in the nebbishy man's face before leaving his office that day. 
Now the idea of food sounded entirely too appealing and she found herself
nodding and saying, "Actually, yeah."

   He gave her a warm, honest grin and said, "Good.  What'cha in the mood
for?"

   She gave him a sidelong glance, replying, "You're awfully hip for a
daddy type."

   He laughed and shrugged, his tone relaxed as he answered, "The kids are
long grown and gone.  Besides, I was never much for playing the happy
suburbanite."

   She found herself smiling at this unusual man in front of her, chuckling
and interjecting, "Meat.  Red.  Rare."

   His eyebrow crept up on his forehead, his tone conspiratorial as he
said, "I know just the place.  It's not far from here."

   "OK." She hefted her laptop on one shoulder and followed him out the
back entrance, her eyes scanning the street in a natural reflex.  She
started a little when he asked, "If you don't mind me asking, what exactly
was it that had you in stitches?"

   She quickly changed the subject, asking, "Are we walking or taking the
bus?"

   He pointed to a flat black Hummvee at the corner.  "Driving...if that's
ok?"

   She shied away from him, her tone hurried as she quickly replied,
"Ah...I'd really prefer to take the bus."

   He stopped and gave her a thoughtful look, seeming to turn something
over in his thoughts before saying, "The bus it is." His relaxed smile was
back as he began walking past her towards the bus stop on the corner.  She
blinked and made to follow, catching up with him and breathing, "Thanks.  I
appreciate it."

   As they stepped up onto the sidewalk he shrugged and grinned.  "It's
only two stops from here." He looked over the bus schedule on the post and
said, "Man, it's been years since I rode any kind of public transporation."


   She relaxed a little, letting herself smile as she looked over at him.
"A HummVee, eh?  You must be pretty well off."

   He turned to meet her gaze and shrugged slightly, his tone noncommittal
as he replied, "I do ok."

   She gave a sharp bark of laughter and said, "Nice and vague.  Are you a
salesman?" It surprised her how easy he was to talk to.  In previous
face-to-face conversations, she'd always stumbled verbally along, positive
that she came off sounding like an idiot.  For some reason, this guy was
just...comfortable to talk to.  Before she could stop the train of thought,
she blurted out, "You're really easy to talk to."

   He gave a dark chuckle and replied, "It's all part of the package.  What
you see is what you get."

   She raised an eyebrow at his response, not quite certain whether or not
she should be annoyed at how cocksure he was.  He wasn't being a brash
asshole, though...just extremely secure in who and where he was.  It
intrigued her.  She found herself wondering what kind of psychological
baggage he was hiding from her.  He shook his head slowly, and as if
plucking her thoughts directly out of her brain, said, "Do you usually
psychoanalyze people in your head like this?"

   She took a step back from him, stammering, "How...?"

   He gave a soft laugh and answered, "I used to be a shrink.  I have since
moved on to more...satisfying pursuits."

   Now she was really curious.  "Like what?"

   His tone was playfully chiding as he murmured, "You show me yours,
and..."

   Blushing furiously for the second time that night, she cleared her
throat.  She found herself wanting to shock him, and she straightened up a
little as she answered, "I write dirty books.  Really bad ones."

   His lips curled into an amused grin as he asked, "So, what exactly would
be your definition of 'bad' be?"

   She winced a little, not really expecting him to have inquired further.
Porno usually made most people really uncomfortable, but she couldn't help
noticing the intent look in his eyes as he waited for her answer.  She drew
a long sigh as she saw the bus coming towards them, and said, "I'll explain
on the bus."

   He nodded as the bus rolled up, his expression amused as he replied,
"Please do." The bus doors opened, and they climbed on, depositing change
into the dispenser beside the driver.  It clinked loudly as it mixed in
with the rest of the change in the till.  They walked to the third row,
sliding into the seat next to one another.  The bus was strangely empty for
this time of night, but she didn't really notice as she pulled the laptop
out.  She took a breath, pausing before she turned to him and said, "This
is the new story that I'm working on...it isn't finished yet." She felt
oddly elated to be sharing her work with him for some reason, and she again
cleared her throat as she opened the laptop up and began scrolling through
the text as he peered over to look at it.

   He stayed silent for a moment, then broke out in laughter, covering his
mouth with his hand and quickly apologizing.  He didn't want to hurt her
feelings.  She looked back at him, beginning to grin as she shook her head
and said, "No, it's ok.  It's supposed to be funny.  For some reason this
tepid shit is flying of the shelves.  My publisher thinks I'm a goddamned
genius." By now she was giggling, and he joined in, laughing heartily as he
pored over the ludicrous lines of text.  He shook his head slowly in
disbelief as he breathed, "This is fucking hilarious!" He caught her gaze
and asked, "People seriously jerk off to this?"

   She nodded at him, brightening as she said, "Oh yeah.  I'm apparently
the number one porn writer in this region, although I'll be damned if I
know why."

   He chuckled as they continued to read through the story, finally howling
with laughter as they reached her current stopping point.  She honestly
couldn't remember the last time she'd had this much fun.  As she wiped
tears out of her eyes, she prompted, "Ok, now 'show me yours',.  as it
were."

   He raised an eyebrow, knowing the answer he wanted so badly to give her,
but kept it light, replying, "I'm a professional Dom."

   She blinked, unfamiliar with the term.  "You're a what?"

   His heart skipped a beat as he realized that she'd probably never had
anything but vanilla sexual experiences.  This was becoming very promising.
He wanted to provide her with the least threatening explanation, thinking
that the best way to put it would be in a clinical definition.  He leaned
back into the seat and said, "A professional dominant or top.  I help
people explore their limits, both sexually and psychologically."

   She frowned for a moment, mulling the idea over in her head.  "So, do
you still use a couch?" She remembered that her childhood psychologist used
to make her sit on a couch and talk about extremely uncomfortable issues.
She found herself wondering if she would've turned out less fucked up if
she hadn't had that kind of intervention at such a young age.

   He chuckled softly, brown eyes glittering as he replied, "Sometimes.  It
depends on the situation.  Or the person."

   She nodded, now wondering what his office looked like.  "It pays that
well?" she asked, knowing exactly how much baseline HummVee's went for, and
knowing that she'd never see that much money in one place in her lifetime.

   He nodded slowly, his lips curling into a satisfied smile as he leaned
over and breathed, "You have no idea." Before she could pull away, he sat
back in the seat again, his voice becoming a low rumble as he added, "Plus
there are so many other...fringe benefits."

   She opened her mouth to respond and he cut her off, saying, "Ah, we're
here.  If you like, I can explain once we get inside."

   She quickly closed the laptop, sliding it back into the confines of the
bookbag as he stood and offered a hand down to help her up.  She stared at
it for a moment, then cautiously took it, hefting the bookbag on her
shoulder again as they headed towards the driver.  She looked around,
trying to find a good restaurant and blinked several times.  They were in
one of the higher priced food districts; places with dinner tabs that
usually ran fifty to a hundred dollars.  For ONE person.  There was no way
she could afford this.  She made to protest as they stepped off the bus but
was brought up short when he pointed out their destination.

   She quickly grabbed his sleeve, stammering, "I can't possibly aff..."

   He turned and gave her a look of disdain as he said, "Do you really
think I'd invite a lady out to dinner and not accomodate her?"

   Her face fell, and she immediately went to apologize when he held up a
hand and said, "It's ok...Just relax and enjoy yourself." He grinned, and
she felt a flood of relief.  She hadn't meant to insult him, and the look
he'd given her...She was certain that she didn't want to see it again.  She
found herself warming up to him, honestly beginning to like him as he
offered her a hand.  "May I escort you inside?"

   She blushed for the third time that night; a new record!  She placed her
hand in his, wondering if there was a dress code.  If so, they were going
to get thrown out on their asses.  A man dressed in a sharp, charcoal grey
business suit opened the door for them, nodding at her companion and waving
them inside, saying, "Your table is ready, sir.  Just follow Jaenette up
the stairs."

   Her new friend gave a brief nod to the man at the door, and smiled as a
stunning woman with brilliant red hair swept up in a bun stepped forward,
her outfit demure, yet not too chaste.  Her green eyes sparkled as she
acknowledged them and quietly breathed, "This way, please."

   She had to admit that she was more than a little surprised when he kept
talking to her, instead of taking the opportunity to chat up a much more
appealing woman who was now swaying her hips a little more than necessary
as she walked in front of them.  "This is easily the best steak dinner
you'll get in the city, and they'll prepare it exactly the way you want
it."

   She allowed him to lead her through the restaruant, continuing to hold
his hand as they walked through a door off to the side.  Inside was a
tastefully decorated staircase going both up and down.  The redhead turned
to him and asked, "Up or down?"

   He smiled and pointed to the ascending staircase.  The woman nodded and
gave him what looked like a card key.  It had the number seven on it in
what appeared to be raised, gold leaf lettering.  The hostess then gave
them both a curt nod and said, "Enjoy your meal."

   Peering at the key in his hands, she quietly asked, "So...I guess you
come here often?"

   He walked towards the stairs, gently pulling her along as he nodded
slowly.  "You could say that I bring them a lot of business."

   She followed him up the stairs, nodding sagely.  "Mmm-hmm.  So what's
the difference between the upstairs and the downstairs?"

   He looked back at her, his brown eyes glittering as he grinned and said,
"On the above floors are located exclusive dining suites.  It'll be easier
to discuss our relative professions without being interrupted that way.  As
to the downstairs...well, that would be telling."

   She was reminded of a line of Lewis Carroll's as they stepped into the
hallway at the top of the stairs, and repeated it softly under her breath,
"Curiouser and curiouser..." She hefted the backpack a little higher on her
shoulder because it was slipping, and he quietly asked, "Would you like me
to carry that for you?"

   She gave him a look of pure embarrassment and stammered, "I'm a little
leery of handing it off to anybody."

   He nodded, understanding her hesitance as they walked up to room number
seven.  Each door looked as if it had been carved out of mahogany, every
door having it's own individual characteristics.  This one had an intricate
dragon design carved out of the wood, and she stared at it, fascinated by
the detail.  It's eyes seemed to shine with a dark intensity, the globes of
moonstones in it's eyes reflecting the low light of the hallway in eerie
fashion.  "Whoa." she breathed, looking up at him to see his reaction to
the door.

   He gave her a warm smile as he slid the key into the lock, then back out
again.  "Beautiful, isn't it?" The door made a clicking noise as the
electrical lock disengaged and he reached over to turn the handle, pushing
inwards.  He hoped that she wasn't too discomfited by the opulence of the
room.

   The door opened into a sitting area with a fireplace and a black marble
table that had veins of green running through it.  It looked just large
enough to seat two people comfortably.  The chairs appeared to be carved
out of the same wood as the doors, and they had elaborate dragon designs
carved down the sides of them as well, their feet ending in scaly claws. 
There was a very comfortable looking black leather couch that sat across
from the fire, end tables on either side had marble that matched the dinner
table.  The walls were decorated with red and black brocade cloth that
looked inordinately expensive.  She stood at the edge of the room, not
wanting to step inside and get it dirty.  He saw the look on her face and
laughed softly, bowing and waving her into the room.  "After you."

   She gave him a nervous look and took a tentative step inside, asking,
"Shouldn't I take my boots off, or something?"

   He closed the door behind her, his voice a warm purr as he answered, "If
you like." He then walked over to a sideboard on the left, picking up a set
of menus with gold leaf lettering and handed her one.  "So, what do you
feel like eating?"

   She looked at the menu, then back at him and ventured, "You pick." She
gave him a shy smile as she set her backpack down by the couch.  Hell, he
was footing the bill.  It somehow felt right to let him order.

   His grinned and took a good, long look at her before saying, "You look
like the kind of woman who appreciates a good cut of Filet Mignon."

   She nodded appreciatively, her smile becoming a little more relaxed as
she said, "And you'd be right.  Not bad."

   He shrugged, his voice a warm rumble as he said, "It's a gift." She gave
a sharp bark of laughter as he walked over to the phone and called in the
dinner order.  When he finished, he turned back around and asked, "So. 
What made you want to get into writing pornography?"

   She thought about it for a moment as he headed to the couch and sat
facing her.  "It's a little embarrassing...," she answered, moving to sit
on one of the chairs at the dining table.  "I...ah...let's just say that I
prefer writing about sex to having it."

   He nodded knowingly, his voice gentle and warm as he asked, "Bad
experiences?"

   She gave a short, sarcastic laugh and looked at the fireplace; her tone
bitter as she responded, "You could say that." In the back of her mind, she
wondered why she was telling a complete stranger all of this.  It was
noticed with more casual interest than alarm, though.  He did say that he
was a shrink, after all.  They tended to be unusually adept at getting
people to open up.

   He frowned, a sad expression entering his eyes as he said, "I'm really
sorry to hear that.  It's most unfortunate."

   She shrugged and looked back over at him, her expression empty as she
replied, "Ah well.  We all have our own private little hells to go
through." Her face brightened a little as she changed the subject.  "Why
did you get into...what you do now?"

   He relaxed back against the arm of the couch and answered, "I guess you
could say that it was a calling of sorts.  It's just one of those things
that I felt really strongly about, and once I embraced it and started doing
it full time, it turned out to be incredibly rewarding."

   Her father had sounded the same way when he decided to drive the family
into bankruptcy by indulging in an inane pyramid marketing scheme.  It was
sickening how 'sweetness and light' he became about it, when he'd spent the
rest of his time making sexual innuendos and passes at his own son and
daughter and neglecting his wife who had quickly spiralled into alcoholism.
She gave him a suspicious look and asked, "You're not going to try to sell
me anything, are you?"

   He gave her a strange look, unable to trace her path of logic on the
question.  "Not at all.  What made you ask that?"

   "My dad used to talk the same way about something that almost destroyed
our family." For some reason, now that she'd mentioned it, a torrent of
memories poured into her mind, making her cringe as she continued, unable
to stop herself.  "He was a total jackass, obsessed with 'fixing himself'
and self-help groups.  He also tended to fall for the same bullshit that
Amway, and companies like it, were peddling." Her voice was thick with
anger as she spat, "He's a weak, tyrannical asshole."

   The man on the couch frowned, realizing that there were some pretty
nasty fundamental issues that this woman was fighting against.  Taking his
silence to mean that she'd somehow misspoken and angered him, she quiety
said, "I guess I'm just a little touchy about some things.  Sorry about
that."

   He shook his head, his expression becoming concerned as he replied, "No,
not at all.  It's obviously something that you feel really strongly about."


   Eager to divert the topic off of her family life, she asked, "So, what
does your office look like?"

   He smiled gently, his voice warm as he answered, "Actually, my work
doesn't involve an office.  Well, a stationary one, anyway."

   She cocked her head to the side, her brows knitting slightly as she
asked, "Are you saying that you do 'house calls'?"

   The smile turned into a wide grin as he replied, "In a manner of
speaking, yes."

   She shook her head in disbelief, saying, "No wonder you're rakin' in a
ton of cash."

   He slipped his shoes off, dropping them to the floor as he placed his
feet in front of him and responded, "Believe me when I say that it isn't
the money that's important.  It's the experience."

   Surely he was joking.  No job was THAT rewarding.  She was about to say
so when a quiet knock interrupted them.  He quickly got up and strode
towards the door, letting a steward with an enormous rolling tray full of
covered food plates on it.  'Just what the hell did he order?' she wondered
as she looked over the sheer amount of covered dishes.  She had the
distinct feeling that she was going to leave this restaurant stuffed to the
gills.  Her dinner companion joined her at the table as the steward began
opening dishes and placing them on the table in front of them.  Her eyes
widened as she saw the size of the cut of meat on her plate.  It was
obscene.  But it smelled so delicious.  He grinned over at her and said,
"Bon apetit."

   Dinner preceeded in silence, and she found herself in heaven as she
popped the first tender morsel in her mouth.  The rest of the meat was
slowly consumed as they watched one another, alternately smiling and
sighing at the delicacies before them.  She found herself thinking of it as
a strange sort of 'food bonding', and although no words were exchanged, she
felt that they were somehow saying more to each other than in their
previous conversation.  After the majority of the meal was gone, There were
still a couple of trays left.  She frowned and asked, "Dessert?"

   He reached over and collected a plate for her, putting it in front of
her and removing the lid.  Her mouth watered, even though she was fairly
full from the entirety of the meal.  "Creme Brulee...," she breathed with a
soft reverence.  She'd only had it one other time in her life, and she
remembered that it was as close to ecstacy as one could possibly achieve
with food.  For himself, he'd selected a dish of cheesecake smothered in a
strawberry sauce and fresh strawberries.  Now she was impressed.  He had
known exactly what she wanted to eat, and had provided the best possible
faire for her.

   He saw the look on her face and said, "I can't help but get the feeling
that I've passed a test of sorts."

   She nodded quickly, looking over at him with genuine appreciation as she
replied, "Oh yeah.  This has been the best meal I've ever eaten in my life,
and you seem to have gauged exactly what I wanted.  Not bad at all."

   It thrilled him that she was pleased.  He was usually eerily accurate
when reading people, and he was happy to know that he'd hit it this
closely. Establishing trust was the most important, and usually most
difficult part.  He wondered when he'd be able to get her to indulge in
other things as well, and the thought made his cock hard.

   He spent the rest of their time together that night getting to know her,
and trying to feed her information about himself that wasn't overly
obvious. It sounded like she definitely had issues with both intimacy and
sexual contact, so anything overt would probably spook her.  This was
something that was going to take some time, but he was nothing if not
patient.  He was certain that the reward when she finally submitted would
be well worth it.  By the time they headed back outside, she was laughing
easily.  She was almost startled at how much more relaxed and comfortable
she felt with him, and found that she was going to miss talking to him.  As
they headed back to the bus stop, he asked, "I'd really like to do this
again.  You're delightful company."

   Her answering grin was enormous, and her cheeks became flushed as she
nodded and said, "I'd like that.  You're pretty entertaining yourself."

   The bus pulled up to the curb, opening it's doors as he chuckled and
asked, "Can I drive next time?"

   She nodded quickly and stepped onto the bus, taking a moment to look
back at him as she said, "Why the hell not?"

   When they got back to his car, they exchanged contact information and
set a date for their next meeting.  "I'd be happy to give you a ride
home...," he offered, pulling the keys out his pocket and pressing a button
on them that made the Hummvee chirp.

   "I live within walking distance, actually...," she replied, "but thanks
for offering.  It's really cool of you.  And thanks for dinner.  I had a
great time."

   He nodded and smiled, thinking that if he could convince her to cut the
split ends out of her hair and change her clothing to something that was a
little more form flattering, she'd be a knockout.  His cock twitched
slightly as the brief image of her naked, bent over a whipping horse
flashed through his mind.  If he groomed her just right, she'd make an
amazing sub.  "And I thoroughly enjoyed your company as well.  It occurs to
me that for some strange reason, I never asked you what your name was."

   She winced and stammered, "Jupiter.  Mom and dad were hippies, and I get
to suffer for it."

   He grinned and responded, "It was wonderful spending time with you,
Jupiter.  I'm Edward.  You are welcome to call me Ted, if you like.  That's
what my friends call me, and I'd really like us to be friends."

   She blushed and brushed a strand of hair back behind her ear as she
nodded and said, "I'd really like that, Ted."

   "Good.  I'll pick you up at your place friday at 8, ok?"

   She nodded again, grinning as she replied, "'Night Ted.  See you
friday."

   As Ted slipped behind the wheel of the Hummvee, he pulled his celphone
out of his pocket and turned it on.  The voicemail light was blinking, so
he checked his messages.  One of his clients, a dazzling italian woman with
classical features and lips that god himself seemed to have blessed wanted
to see him tonight.  He began punching in a number as he closed the door.
It rang twice, then a honeyed purr came through the earpiece, "Yes Master?"


   He adjusted himself in the seat, feeling his cock jerk to life at the
sound of her voice.  His voice dropped an octave as he said, "Tonight I
want to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours.  Meet me at the door
wearing nothing but a smile.  I'll be there in five minutes." He could
almost feel her shudder through the phone as she breathed, "Please hurry,
Master.  I need to cum so badly."

   He smiled and growled, "You'll cum when I feel that you've earned it. 
Is that CLEAR?"

   There was an eager moan on the other side before the woman answered,
"Ohh...y-yes Master.  I promise to be good."

   'Damn right you will', he thought to himself as he turned the engine
over and snapped the phone shut.  God he loved his job.

   When he arrived at her apartment, she opened the door, eyes downcast. 
His eyes swept her body and he grinned with approval.  Her hair spilled
over her shoulders in a shining wave of chestnut brown, barely touching her
nipples.  He reached out to slid his hand gently between her legs and was
delighted to find her soaking wet.  He stepped inside, his finger sliding
up inside her as he guided her before him, closing the door behind him with
a free hand.  She groaned and bucked against his hand, her face contorted
with the effort of keeping herself from cumming at the touch of his finger
as it slowly slid across her clit.  With a sigh, he put the finger to his
lips and took a deep breath.  She smelled amazing, as usual.  "Look at me,
whore." The tone of his voice was soft but firm, and her head snapped up to
meet his gaze, her eyes full of lust and fire.

   He placed the finger on her lips and gave a soft moan of pleasure as she
quickly slipped it between her lips, licking it clean.  When she was done,
he slowly pulled the finger out of her mouth, pointing in a downward motion
with it.  Nodding silently, she dropped to her knees and began unbuckling
his belt.  He quickly slid off the sweater, revealing a remarkably defined
physique with a haze of salt and pepper colored fur on his chest.  He
tossed the sweater behind her as she unzipped his pants, freeing his now
extremely sensitive penis.  Before his pants hit the floor, she wrapped her
lips around him, lubricating him as she slid down to his base, then back to
the tip.  He grabbed a handful of her hair and held her head in place,
growling as he slowly forced her back down to the base.

   She groaned around him, and the vibration zinged through him.  He began
slowly fucking her mouth, wanting to take his time.

   To be continued...
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