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Money is changing hands here I can smell it, Daniel tightens the grip on my hand, fearful or simply affection, I can’t tell, and leads me to one stand in particular.    A tiny old Japanese woman looking like a walking well-preserved date, leathery dark skin, shrivelled and old, sits on a tall stool the only one in the entire event smoking.   A narrow black cigarette with a slim band of metallic gold between her twisted lips.  There are two men working her stand I guess are her sons, there’s a similarity in the darting nervous expression. Her fingers dark like a fine layer of brown rubber is loosely draped over a foundation of delicate bone, her nails very long and tobacco stained.

She nods almost imperceptibly at Daniel, and he returns the gesture. They know each-other.  Slipping off her stool, far too high up for her, I expect one of her sons helps her up there. She crouches under the table my eyes follow her, no there’s a little set of steps for her back there. She takes out a bag pauses with it tight against her body for a moment and hands it to Daniel with care, or is it pride I can’t tell.  The smell inside the room is a mixture of strong colognes: potent and combined and cotton twill fills the air.  A drama unfolding at every table, the passion with which the denims are being traded is incredible. There’s a loud throng of demanding voices raised in a cacophony, it’s like static as it carries energy.  

I feel enlivened and my brain is taking in every detail, its sketching the scene for future reference.   Its moments like these that start the creative cascade.  It’s how trends begin, always as a whisper or a brief moment where an idea can begin and flourish, it’s never a flash or a light bulb, it’s more like a seeping feeling, subtle and quiet.  You must be ready always to listen, because it’s easily
miss able.  Often it’s not until the voices are loud and obvious that most people take note of an emerging trend, but of course for me, it’s already spent by then.

An original Levis from circa 1900 just exchanged hands for $120,000dollars.  Undoubtedly heading for a glass case display in the house of a wealthy denim merchant or mill.  A confection of qualities lays before us, multiple sources of jeans are handled and revered.    I hold the jean Daniels has handed to me, it’s come from inside a pressure sealed foil packet with a pull tab opening.  
I hold it to my face and smell it.   This denim with the most incredible soft hand-feel and dry touch, a culmination of the ancient genealogy in indigo dying a processes created by artisans a thousand years previously, but the provenance of this jean is much newer.  It’s hard and stiff to look at, but soft and light to touch, it has the appearance of tough raw denim but stretches nearly 100%.  I look surprised at Daniel, my face says it all, this is the holy grail of jeans, it is everything but as light as nothing.

KAF collected canter.  “Well?” He asks me.

My face flushes hot, what I think about this must be obvious to anyone. All I can manage however, is a nod.

FX half-pass to the left.

I spew a few indiscernible utterances finally, still moved by this garment, it’s what happens when the ripple of a trend begins for me, it’s a denim thing.  I can’t bring myself to hand it back. Daniel just nods at the woman, hands her a black plastic wallet filled with U$Dollars.   She places the money on a digital scale, and totally without emotion repacks the layers of paper and hands the packet to one of her sons.  He takes the item from me with little reverence to its inception, folds it in a static free coated paper, lays a folded sheet of handwritten paper.   I take to be a note of covenance or a numbered receipt of provenance, between the folds, and slides it into a calico bag sealed with a drawstring at one end with what looks like a heavy metal seal as a slider.

I am handed the packet, and I lovingly handle it as if it were delicate, whilst Daniel answers a text message, it makes him pause and frown.  Still surprised by its total lightness, once he’s done I reverently hand it back to him.  Daniel places the calico bag into his canvas hold all, looking around him furtively as he does.  “Let’s get out of here” he’s in a rush, his eyes flicking nervously around the room.

“I’d like to look around some more if that’s OK,” I answer.
Looking dubious and with a final sweep of the room Daniel agrees, “Please, be quick.” He’s anxious, I can sense it.     I take his hand this time squeezing it with an understanding smile, “come on, let’s go.”

His relief is obvious, he lets out a lungful of air as if he’s been holding it there for too long, and pulls me hard to the door.  Eyes
are on us from all directions of the room, they watch us leave.  I’ve got an uncomfortable feeling and I don’t like it.

Daniel, motions to the car and it pulls up quickly and the door flies open by remote control it was the car he was texting.  He pushes me in head first like he’s protecting me from something, or he's just trying to see the tops of my stockings, I feel his hand graze over my cunt in a second and then he stops, teasing me is something he enjoys, a control freak!

Daniel gets in behind me, slams the door...it doesn’t close by remote, he thumps his fist on the headrest of the front seat and our driver spins away. Daniel is tense. Blimey, this isn't the Sweeney!
“What was all that about?” I ask, a nervous feeling creeping inside my gut...or was it just lack of tea?

He doesn’t want to talk about it I can tell, but I maintain my glare and make him, he doesn’t remove his attention from his phone however, hum, rude boy. 

“Several parties want this jean,” and finishing typing his phone goes away. He pats the bag now sitting on the floor between his feet. “They still want it.”

“You mean they will offer you money for it?” I ask naively, “you'll sell it?”

“No Tharie,” he smiles awkwardly, “I mean they’ll take it from me without asking.” Eyes forward, thinking, Daniel, has a masked look on his face, fixed and hard. 

I decide to answer the call of my phone as it alerts me a welcome distraction.

HC: “Sis, how’s Japan” so transparent.

TC: “Your new single is on sale here, posters all over Harajuku” see? I did remember to look.

HC: “How amazing is that?” It really is.

TC: “And there’s a photo of you in all the papers with a model on your arm too” he is such a slut.

HC: “A boys got to do what a boys got to do” apparently so.

Back to the inside of the car, Daniel is still sulking.

Damn, I forgot to bring my hip flask.

Chapter ten, Thursday
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24thoctober2013, the Humvee

“Blimey Daniel!!” I answer still shocked at the dramatic way he answered my question, “surely you’re overreacting.” I clasp his hand in mine, he visibly relaxes a little, glaring at me, and plants a soft quick kiss on my knuckles.  Deciding to initiate some intimacy to help with his mood, I remove my seatbelt and lean over and kiss him, he responds by putting his fingers in my unbrushed hair, the tangles hurt me, he palms the top of my head, pushing my head down...  I unbuckle his belt and unzip the fly of his jeans, not taking my eyes off his, his eyelids open wide in appreciation, and with my warm hands I gently tease out his now hard cock. “I’ll help you relax Daniel” I whisper, and using his own phrase against him, “always ready for me” I wink.

“Oh baby,” he hisses through clenched teeth.

“We're in a car, this is all you're getting.”  My fist is gripping the end of his cock and my thumb rubbing over its tip, he is definitely not relaxing.  My lips graze his ear and I breathe hot air over his cheek “I’m going to make you cum.” I breathe. “I love you in my mouth Daniel” plus, I was beginning to feel peckish again.  My tongue flat I lick the underside of his penis like a lolly and groan like a porn-star.  I run my tongue slowly around his ridge like I would if my ice cream cone were melting and I am licking up the drips. I flick my tongue over the end and blow cool air over it, Daniel wriggles under my head, as if he can't control himself.  I let his cock enter my mouth finally and take it in slowly, very slowly in a tease, all the way in, and gently massage his balls at the same time.

“I’m going to cum Tharie” he can hardy utter anything and his words come out as a gasp of air through clenched teeth.  I close my lips around him and with firm massage techniques from my tongue slip him in and out in a steady rhythm, I fist the shaft at its base to heighten his experience, the guttural sounds he makes prove Cosmo was right about that tip too.   Trashy and compulsively readable, and educational magazine.  He grips my hair tightly as if guiding the speed, I suck harder and mover my head faster and faster.  He pushes himself further into me, I hear a gasp, feel a spasm and his hot salty ejaculate slides down my
throat.  I have made him forget his strange life for five minutes, and thoroughly enjoyed every moment of it. I lick the end of his cock finally, with a degree of satisfied fullness, “hmmmm. I enjoyed that.” I whisper.  He does up his jeans and belt and looks at me with a great smile, “you're incredible baby” he closes his eyes, “where did you come from?” He seems so sincere, and that’s red rag to a bull to me and I can't resist, well I’m only human.

“Dagenham originally” I answer.

He rolls his eyes at me, “that’s not quite what I meant.” I roll my eyes back, subtlety not appropriate at this time, but please leave your message, and we’ll get back to you when it can be fully appreciated.

“I know that silly,” just deflecting your romantic tirade.

“Where baby,” he looks at me laughing, “where did you come from, into my life?” He bites his lip to stifle a thought, to keep some words behind his teeth.  “No one has ever done anything like that to me,” he takes my hand, “in a car before,” and adds playful wink.

“Glad I could help with your mood Daniel” I reply with a fake professional tone, you know the kind of thing? Like you'd hear from a pencil-skirt wearing PA.  I buckle myself up again and sit looking out of the window. Silence falls over us briefly then.  Daniel leaves his seat and kneels between my legs on the floor of the car, well, it’s only fair.

Here we go again, there's lots of room in a Humvee I notice, I wonder if the designer built-in enough leg room for this purpose? Tit for tat.  “I want you to look out the window,” he tells me what he wants me to do, “I want you to watch the people watching you” he waits for his instructions to sink in.

“Don’t look at me or close your eyes baby.”  My skirt hem is up again, thank goodness for jersey miniskirts eh?  And my panties are around one ankle, Daniel moves fast.  He eases both hands under my buttocks to lift my hips to his face and flicks me with gentle kisses all around my belly and at the topmost of my legs, teasing me, such a sweet tickle, wanting his lips on me, and he takes his time. Bloody hell again.  I try to concentrate outside the car as were stuck in traffic our car barely moves forward a few feet before stopping and I can look right into the faces of the people, crowds of them, outside. I feel guilty, but that’s the point isn’t it? Suddenly hoping the windows are suitably tinted.

Daniel licks me from my vagina to my bellybutton in one long movement, nibbling my folds and lips gently on the way, “you are ready for me.” His pupils dilated and dark in the pool of pale, “always ready and waiting.” Determined to obey, I watch the people waiting to cross the road. “We'll let’s see how long I’ll make you wait this time.” And hums to himself.

“Do, please Daniel,” I gasp as the end of his tongue flicks fast over my little wet and tender swollen mound, sucking on me gently, driving my swollen sex insane, faster and faster, flicking and licking.  My body sends beautiful shiver all through me and my nerves begin their countdown to climax. Faster and faster, I’m getting very hot, “you taste so good baby,” he gasps for air.  His tongue adds pressure where I need it most and my hips almost jump out of my seat. 

Grinding gently into his face I can’t help it, it's sweet, sweet agony he is making me wait. “Please Daniel, please.” I beg.  He slides a hand out from under me and slips a finger inside, quick little movements in and out, then its three fingers then four, faster and harder, it's ecstasy, and his tongue flicks over my clit harder and quicker.

“Cum for me now baby, eyes open.” His fingers slide out and his tongue goes inside, it’s an incredible warm soft feeling and I love it, he is eating me, it’s a feeling I should write to Cosmo about.

Bloody hell.

Then suddenly, I fall around him, a deep crashing incredible fall, the bliss of orgasm leaves me feeling heavy and my mind has a warm fuzzy feeling, I am soaking between my legs. “You taste so sweet baby, I could lick you up all day.” And he tongues me in one long slow sweep.

“And I’d let you.” I look down at my lap and smile to myself.

“We can’t seem to stop fucking each other.” He slides my panties back up my legs to help me, clearly I don’t have the energy to help myself.  I wiggle my skirt straight, and try to make myself look presentable.  Daniel kisses me then buckles himself back into his seatbelts just as the traffic clears and the car goes speeding off.

Daniel gets a text, he reads the glowing face of his phone and his mood alters instantly. He takes a deep breath and pats the bag on the floor containing the jeans. His mood has chilled the atmosphere inside the car by a few degrees and healthy, boy/girl banter is dead between us. Back to serious, Daniels mask is back on. I don’t want to be involved. I've done all I can do, for now.