I grew up and still live in the great state of Texas where everything is bigger, where we have warm weather and a central location. I love my state, my town, and my family, which includes my four sons, my significant other, and many friends as well.
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Sarah felt foolish as soon as she stepped onto the bus, with the
eyes of the other passengers upon her; ‘I look like a hooker,’
she lamented. Not daring to sit down in the short skirt, lest she
give anyone a peep show, she stood and held onto the bar that
ran down the center aisle.
‘Of course, I can’t go home,’ her thoughts continue to turn. ‘I’ll
go to the bar and drink a coke. I can sit in a back corner and
hide for a couple of hours.’ She adjusted her grip nervously,
knowing it was a bad plan; ‘that’s the rule… we never go out
alone.’ It was dangerous to say the least, and images of all the
horrible ends she could come to haunted her.
Shaking off her ominous foreboding, she climbed down the
steps of the transport and listened to the click of her heels as
she strutted down the walk. Several of the men she passed
turned to watch her sway, and a devilish grin curled her lips;
‘come on, you like being bad.’ Arriving at her chosen spot, she
The club itself dimly lit, the music thumped loudly and vibrated
her organs as soon as she entered. Moving through the crowd,
she made her way to the bar, where she realized the doorman
had allowed her to pass unscathed. Having thought she would
have a coke, she heard herself mutter the word rum along with
it, and a few minutes later, she hovered next to a tall table at
the side of the dance floor, sipping the liquid through a tiny
About the time her drink needed to be refreshed, one of the
men who had been watching her sidled up and placed one
before her without saying a word. Her devious streak renewed,
she didn’t bother with the sipping, and hoisted the glass to
guzzle about half of it, before lowering it to give him a grin.
“You got a name?” she asked coyly.
“I’m not really into names,” he sneered, looking at the others
who were eyeing his target. Leaning closer so he could peer
down her cleavage, he noticed the silver amulet nestled there.
“You looking for a friend tonight?”
“Maybe,” she swirled her icy beverage, then finished it off. “Are
you a friend?” she cut her eyes up at him and blinked a few
“Sure,” he took her hand, rubbing it roughly between his, “You
in the mood to dance, or find us some place outta the way?”
Giggling loudly, Sarah leaned forward, the alcohol clouding her
thoughts. When her face was within range, he met her, eagerly
exploring the inside of her mouth with his tongue. Deciding she
needed another, he pulled away, and waved at the waitress,
who produced more drinks for them while Sarah began to
wriggle around in time to the music.
“You don’t say much,” the girl screamed to be heard over the
thump of the sound system.
“I didn’t come here to talk,” he replied, putting his hand on her
hip and giving her a squeeze.
“What did you come here for?” she lay against him, placing her
words next to his ear.
Grinning, he didn’t back down, “I’m gonna take you out back
and fuck the hell out of you.”
Sarah burst into a loud laugh, “I’m not doing shit with you…
without knowing your name first.”
“Alright,” he pulled her against him, pressing his hardness
against her belly while his hand rode up the crack of her thinly
covered rear end, “I’m Chase.”
“Chase,” she repeated, feeling the bulge of him, and sliding her
hand around to right her skirt. “Stop that,” she said more softly,
and he kissed her instead, then put his fingers back where they
“Let’s go find some place a little more private,” he pulled her
“I don’t know if I’m ready for that,” she snickered again.
“Oh, you’re ready,” he guided her through the crowd.
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