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From: Diola Dragontail <dioladragontail@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Lo and Behold (Chapter 9) [Asian, f, No Sex, Exhibition]
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Date: Thu, 20 Apr 2006 19:10:04 -0400
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Lo & Behold
by Diola Dragontail
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Chapter 9: The Bus Stop 

Cat felt a pang of guilt as she shoved the twenty into
her pocket.  She hadn't been entirely truthful with
her father.  She didn't really mind lying to her
mother, but it never sat well when she did it to her
father.

It was true, she was going to the mall alright, but
she wasn't planning on meeting Brandy or Jane.  She
hadn't even talked to them this morning.  She had no
idea what they might be up to and she really wasn't
thinking of it much.

She had more pressing matters to deal with and since
they all stemmed out of her father, lying to him
didn't seem quite as bad.  

This morning with her father, what they did.  Having
his cock in her mouth, the look on his face as she was
suckling on it.  Feeling him cum in her mouth and on
her face.  All of it left an ache in her, crying out
for action.

That's what she was in search of dealing with.

As she walked down the street away from her house, she
went over her thoughts of the morning.  She had
thought about staying home, going back to her father
for more.  But she quickly dismissed that idea.

What the hell was she going to do?  Walk up to him and
beg him to fuck her?  That wasn't her style.  She
liked being in control.  And she be damned if she was
going to beg for anything.

With her mother home, all of that was probably not
even a possibility anyway.  She wasn't even entirely
sure her mother knew what was going on.  She wasn't
planning on being the one to tell her either.

So with Dad out of the question, the only dick left in
the house was Ben's.  It was hard to admit to herself
that she had seriously considered this too.  He'd be
easy to control, not too much of a challenge there,
that was already a negative.  She also didn't really
feel the need to play teacher this morning either. 
Double negative, two strikes against Ben.

Besides, all things considered, he was still her
brother.  Fucking with Dad was fun and all, but Ben
was another matter entirely.  Years and years of
calling each other names had left a distaste to the
idea.  Three strikes, Ben's out.

She shrugged as she reached the bus stop and glanced
at her watch.  The bus should be along soon enough and
she might just manage to get a little fun in before it
got here.

She hopped onto the bus stop bench, but she didn't sit
in it.  Instead she hopped up onto it and planted her
butt on the top of the back rest, placing her feet
firmly on the seating level.  

She had picked her clothes intentionally for this, the
most important piece being her short black skirt.  It
was almost see through, in just the right light
anyway.  It was a detail she was sure of, because
she'd used it to her advantage on many occasions.

To this she complimented her legs with black
stockings.  She liked the way they felt on her skin,
but she didn't wear them often.  They were like her
sign that she was intentionally out for no good.

Underneath her leather jacket she had a rather plain
white t-shirt.  Which would have seemed out of place
to this ensemble, except for the fact that it was two
sizes too small for her.  Tight against her skin and
hugging every last curve.

She watched the cars as the passed by on the street,
but also watched the streetlight out of the corner of
her eye.  Gree.  Green.  Green.  Green.  

Then it finally clicked and the yellow light came on. 
She glanced down the street to see what was coming her
way.  No sign of the bus, so she looked the oncoming
cars over.  Who might make a suitable target?  Another
glance at the light and she saw it was red, just like
she expected.  

She frowned as the cars slowed to a stop.  There
weren't many on the road at this hour, and none of
these fit what she was looking for.

The light cycled again and off the cars went.  She
just continued to wait, growing more and more
impatient with each passing second.

As the light started to change again, she smiled to
herself.  Still no bus, but she spotted a car coming
that was just what she was waiting for.  The most
important bit was the non-local license plate.

Her eyes glanced over the car now, a shiney bright
blue sports car.  Looked freshly washed too.  This was
just sounding better and better.  She secretly hoped
her luck would hold out.

She narrowed her eyes as the car approached, trying to
make out the occupants.  No one in the front pasaanger
seat, just a guy behind the steering wheel.  Good.

She couldn't see him yet, but by the look of the car,
it was probably s guy with something to prove. 
Probably Mr. Mid-Life Crisis or Mr. Wannabe Lawyer. 
She gave them all names, she'd have to wait until she
got a look at him to give him his.

As the car slowed, she found the right name for him. 
Mr. Toupee.  He wasn't bad looking, probably a stone's
throw away from an office retirement party.  Probably
spends most of his week days in a cubicle.  He really
needs to do something about the bad rug though.

As she studied him, Mr. Toupee's head slowly turned to
look at her.  Almost like he was flirting with her,
the expression on his face was the typical "Hey, look
at me" sort that she expected.

She just smiled back at him, returning the flirt.  The
immediate reply she gave him didn't seem to surprise
him at all, as if he didn't expect her to have any
other reaction.  She knew she was about to change
that.
 
She shifted her feet on the bench, drawing his eyes
down her body as she spreadher legs.  Her skirt pulled
tight, the top hem of her stockings coming into view. 
Pale skin slowly being revealed.  

His eyes locked on her body as the expression drained
from his face, a look of surprise dawning quickly on
him.

"Yeah, smart ass."  Cat thought to herself as she
smirked.  "You like that don't you.  You dirty old
man...  Trolling the bus stop for teenage girls."

She kept moving her legs apart, she didn't want to be
too obvious.  She didn't want everyone to be able to
see what she was doing.  This was a private show. 
Just for Mr. Toupee and herself.

She stopped when her knees were just about a foot
apart.  Just enough to let him see her thin, dark
bush.  And maybe just the slightest hint of something
more.  She hadn't worn panties, of course.

Mr. Toupee just continued to stare.  She could tell
that he wanted to look away, that he knew this was
trouble.  That she was trouble.  All his perceived
superiority that he had been trying to ooze out, all
gone.  With just a flick of her legs.

The sound of a car horn blaring jarred the both of
them out of the moment.  The light had turned green
and the car behind Mr. Toupee was wondering what the
delay was.  Mr. Toupee jolted back into reality, his
car lurching forward a couple of feet with a
high-pitched screech.  A couple of more feet and he
was driving normally.

Cat closed her legs and smiled to herself.  It didn't
fulfill her, but it was still quite enjoyable.  She
reached for her coat pocket and pulled out a clove
cigarette and her lighter.  She lit up the smoke and
exhaled happily as she watched the light change and
the cars cycle by.

The next few sets of cars got by her without incident
and she didn't expect Mr. Toupee to come back around. 
He was probably too scared that the cops were waiting
somewhere to jump out and nab him.

She was about half way through the cigarette when she
spotted the black town car slowly crusing down the
street.  She didn't really feel the need to do more,
but this provided more temptation than she could
possibly withstand.

A local license plate, not her usual choice, but then
she recognized the car.  She knew who owned it and she
knew they lived just a couple of blocks away from her
own home.  She wasn't totally sure of their real
names, but she knew them all the same.  And she knew
where they were on there way to church this morning.

The old retired couple were supposed to be the
perfect, God fearing pair.  But Cat knew a secret
about them.  Cat knew what Mr. God Fearer really
liked.

She knew she had to play this one differently, a
little more carefully.  She took another puff from her
cigarette and turned her head to look down the street.
 Away from the town car as it stopped.  She imagined
herself looking the atypical, disaffected youth. 
Totally unaware and uncaring about their presence.

In reality, she watched the passenger's out of the
corner of her eye.  She watched as the older lady
glanced at her for a second.  Then said something to
her husband.  She could see the older man still
looking.  Just like she knew he would.  And that's
when she gave him something to look at.

It wasn't a lot.  It was just a shift of her hips.  A
quick glance.  Letting his imagination carry the
glimpse into a full blown image.

In the midst of this, she heard the groan of the
approaching bus.  Giving her a chance to shift again. 
Another glimpse and this time the chance to look
directly into the town car.  The older lady still
staring ahead.  The older man still staring at her. 
His eyes glancing up, meeting Cat's eyes for a second.
 The deep red blush hitting his wrinkly pale cheeks
just before he turned away.

She tossed the cigarette away with a smirk.  Hopping
back onto her feet as the bus slowed to a stop.  She
walked forward, straight towards the town car.  She
could see the nervous old man clutching the steering
wheel tighter.  His hands shaking, probably praying
with all his might that the light would change.

At the very last second, Cat turned and headed towards
the door of the bus.  

"I'll let you off with a warning this time, the old
man."  She thought to herself with a bigger smirk. 
"I'll probably let you off next time too, but one day
I'm going to get you off personally."

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