Reckless (14 page)

Authors: Lizbeth Dusseau

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Kelly came out of the bathroom dressed as she had been the night before, though there were a few alterations in her make-up, and her hair hardly looked as hot. Then again, she wasn't putting her heart into it. Now her heart was trying to stay calm while she realized that she could be experiencing her last minutes on earth. She only hoped they'd be quick when the time came, though she had a feeling that they had something much different in mind.

As much as she would liked to spend some time contemplating her end, she wasn't afford that privilege. She had to keep her wits. It was no time for musing, and it was no time to panic. Her only hope was that by now, Tad had discovered her missing and was somehow going to figure out where they'd taken her.

Kelly was a sexual woman, but being commanded to perform, it wasn't in her nature to willingly comply, and yet, her back was against the wall. What else could she do?

"You probably want this," Juno said, as she returned to the room dressed in her leathers. He handed her the drink. Looking at him disdainfully, she downed it in one gulp, hoping it might work miracles.

"So show us what you have baby," Juno said, leaning back against an old chest of drawers in the tattered bedroom. "Show us what you were going to do in that get-up last night."

Seeing his leering expression and the evil in his eyes, Kelly couldn't imagine what had turned her on about the pimp. Moving her gaze from one man to the next, she was searching for some way out of the place, and yet she was no match for four strong men with guns. "I was just going to dance," she finally told then.

Juno smiled, pleased. "Then dance, Miss Kelly," he said. "You just dance your heart out, show us what a slutty tramp you really are, Miss High and Mighty Reporter. Probably think you're better than my girls. But we all know different, don't we?" Juno moved to the only chair in the room and sat down. "Put on a little music for her, Chuck. We'll see how she performs."

Someone flipped through a dozen stations on the radio finally finding some noisy rap music. At least it had a decent beat that would making moving easier. Even so, she could hardly start, fear choking the sensuous flow of energy her dance required.

"A little more booze perhaps?" Juno asked. Someone handed her a glass and she drank it fast.

Waiting for the liquor to do its job, Kelly remembered the dancers at the Blue Lady, and how she'd danced for Juno. She let the pictures of them float through her head and she began to sway her hips and push her ass towards the men's watchful gaze. It might have been supercharged moment. In fact, somewhere in the midst of getting ready to die, she was actually feeling sexual. The more she moved, the more she felt the desire in her loosen. Though she hated how her body betrayed her, it was probably good for her survival.

You just keep swaying that ass of yours, Kelly," Juno said. "Let's see your ass." She listened, and began to raise her skirt. "How about those tits of yours, open up those zippers." She tugged at each, exposing her nipples. "Pinch them," Juno ordered. She did just that. "Now go bend over the end of the bed, so we can have your ass." As before she obeyed him, strutting artfully to the foot of the mattress and leaning over it. All the while her ass end swayed, and her cunt below looked as if it was beckoning the cocks to follow.

One song on the radio over, another began, and she had to change her movements to match the new beat. She was glad the booze was having the desired effect sending her mind away. She thought of nothing but letting the music take charge.

She knew eventually they'd begin their assault. They wouldn't care how hard they used her, how much they made her hurt, what pain they might inflict on her. Especially since her survival wasn't necessary. Her imagination began to fuel her darkest desires. All the sleazy and bizarre fantasies she'd been toying with for months came back to haunt her, as she moved downward into a world as rough and dangerous as her reckless thoughts.

Kelly let herself go numb feeling a man's fingers at her pussy. Without thinking, she was moving on them as they pried her open. Trying to empty her mind of every purposeful thought and all her fear, putting every bit of her will into the task, she forgot the world around her. With the first erection about to strike, she bore down expecting the worst assault of her life.

"Police!" The word came out of the blue, followed by a commotion of noise and shouting voices. She felt a hand on her shoulders, a firm, purposeful hand pulling her to her feet. When she finally opened her eyes, she was looking at a strange man in a tweed sport coat and tie, thinking she'd suddenly changed lifetimes or planets, his appearance seemed so absurd. She stood paralyzed in her place.

Her eyes, doing a 360 degree of the room, her attention finally focused on Tad's face. Without having to figure out what was happening, she was scooped up in his arms and carried away from the old house. Sirens, police cars, flashlights, frenetic agitation swirled around her. But she was safe. She was in Tad's arms safe. Juno and the others were no longer around them. That was all that mattered. She didn't even think until later that her leather skirt was pulled up so high that anyone bothering to glance at her could see her exposed puss. Apparently modesty wasn't important. But being safe was.

Tad sat with her in the squad car and held her close to him. He held her as they waited, as they drove back to the station, and was just inches from her while she gave her testimony to the official looking sergeant looking down his nose at her as though he was talking to a real whore. Tad stayed with her while they waited for the taxi and then took her to his apartment.

"I really want to go home," she said, seeing where they were headed.

"You can do that tomorrow, Kel," he answered her. "You're going to stay here tonight with me."

Though she wanted to go home, she also liked the thought of Tad taking care of her. Funny, they'd hardly spoken in the confusion. Now his voice was welcome.

Taking her to his bedroom, he opened the comforter so she could climb inside. But before he let her under the covers, he removed the leather clothes.

"Why don't you lay down for awhile," he suggested.

"Only if you lay next to me," she said. "I don't want to be alone."

Kelly hadn't remembered his bed being so comfortable. But once her limbs hit the soft surface she thought it was the most comfortable place on earth. Her body was aching everywhere for something she couldn't give herself. She needed Tad. And climbing in on the other side, he moved close, though he didn't touch her.

"You going to be okay?" he asked, reaching out, as if he was afraid to lay his hand on her. She took his hand in hers, and laid it against her cheek, so she could feel the warmth.

"I'm going to be fine," she said. "Thanks for saving me."

She was close to tears, and for a moment thought he was too.

He stroked her shoulder and her face ever so gently. "I thought I'd lost you," he said.

"Me, never. I'm too tough for that," she answered him. She liked hearing the sound of her voice become stronger. "You know what I really want right now?"

"What's that?" he asked.

"I want you to make love to me. I want you close. I need to forget all that ugliness." She was regaining her confidence and her control. But there was still a vulnerable piece of her that needed more than confidence and control.

Permission given, Tad began to caress her. However despite the rawness in them both, neither one was after a warring, raucous body confrontation. It wasn't particularly slow or fast; but it was thorough. Their hands were grabbing as forcefully and as well as they had the night before, except now, they both knew something they hadn't known then.

They were exhausted when they finished as much from the tension of the day as from sex. Naked together, his well used cock lying limp between them, that felt good. Being together in his bed, that felt good too.

They stared at each other for a while, as they listened to the lazy ceiling fan go round and round above them. They didn't speak for the longest time—though they both knew that it was time for words.

"It is more than physical," Tad said at last.

"I know," Kelly agreed.

"And that's okay with you?" he asked.

"Yes, it's fine with me," she said. She stroked the hairs of his chest. "I know that I was never so glad to see anyone, as I was to see you today."

"And I was so glad to see you alive," he said. "I'm not used to hurting the way I did."

"And I'm not used to caring," Kelly replied.

They weren't used to awkward moments of the heart, but they were finally ready for this one.

"I guess we both have a lot to figure out," Tad said. "Maybe we could figure it out together?"

She smiled at him and then snuggled close. Wrapping an arm around him, she tucked her head into his chest. She wholeheartedly agreed with him, but she wasn't quite ready to say so. She'd tell him later. For the moment she simply liked the fact that she could feel his heart beating next to hers, and that they were so close she could smell the aroma of coffee on his breath, and feel the way her body liked their cozy fit. She imagined they'd remain like that until they fell asleep, and until the sun woke them in the morning. Then they'd find the words they needed to express what love they'd come to share. For the moment however, she was just glad to be alive and safely resting in his arms.

Pink Flamingo Publications

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