《Fierce》


 Chapter Two

    Chapter Two


    Homing


    I chased her across town into a posh residential district. Before long she slowed her car. I saw she was


    turning into a driveway with a stone wall with an automatic gate. As the gate opened, I couldn¡¯t help but


    notice a sign that read: ¡°This estate under constant video surveince.¡± When the gate was fully open,


    she eased into thepound of a beautiful home. Since it was dark, I couldn¡¯t see all the details as I


    followed her in, but I could see this was a beautiful home. To my left, Alexa pulled to the opening door


    of her 3-car garage. She pointed to the circle driveway that looped around an ornate water feature


    directly in front of the entry double doors. As Alexa entered the drive, I pulled off to the front doors and


    parked my truck. Getting out, I looked at the home and waspletely awed. The home was all stone


    in front and appeared to be an estate. Pirs up in front of a rounded entryway with broad rounded


    steps. The steps lead to a generous porch arrayed with chairs, a couch, and a table. The front exterior


    had carriage lights that provided a soft, warm inviting light. I was very nervous as I waited for Alexa to


    invite me in.


    I heard the garage door close and noticed lightsing on in the home. Alexa opened the door with a


    big sweet smile on her face. ¡°Wee to my home James,¡± she said stepping aside to allow me to


    step in. Upon entering the foyer, I noticed the tiled floor was a pink marble. Looking forward It was clear


    this home looked smaller from the front as it extended back as far as I could see. To my left, I noticed a


    closet presumably for coats and to my right a formal sitting room. Alexa cut my gawking short as she


    took me by the arm and ushered me forward. I followed her into the home passing a hall I assumed


    went into the garage as we emerged into a beautiful kitchen. Arge center ind with a dual sink


    central, cabry all around and to my right arge breakfast nook with a table. The entire kitchen


    richly appointed with custom cabry and granite. The color scheme was subtle as the dark flecks in


    the pink granite counter tops tied the dark mahogany cabry in perfectly. I looked towards the back


    of the home and saw therge family room open to the kitchen.


    Alexa let go of my arm and invited me to help myself to a beer in her refrigerator. ¡°James pour me a


    ss of wine too, please. I need to go change and I will be back in a few. Please make yourself at


    home.¡± She left the kitchen headed into the family room and made a sharp left into a hallway. ¡°Ok,


    thank you.¡± I called after her. I opened her refrigerator thrilled to see she had my favorite craft beer. A


    Scottish ale. It was not surprising that her favorite wine, Moscato was also in there. I went to her


    cab and quickly located a wine ss and a bottle opener. As I poured her wine, it urred to me


    that Alexa does not like beer. Why would she have a six-pack of beer? My countenance dropped a bit.


    She may very well have a boyfriend. I noticed I was shuffling my feet and gently biting my lip as I


    pondered this likely truth.


    I was so preupied that I didn¡¯t hear her return. As I realized she was back, I tried to straighten up


    and smile. She cocked her head and moved towards me and her winess. She was wearing a white


    satin robe and some cute strappy, t sandals. The open toes allowed her deep red toes to peek out.


    My face broke into a smile and for a moment I forgot about my recent musing.


    ¡°James, you are a good boy. You got my wine and found a beer quickly, well done.¡± She teased as she


    closed the distance to me and her wine. I could smell that she applied a tantalizing perfume. She took


    her ss in her left hand and ced the other under my chin. Lifting my chin up slightly to look directly


    in my eyes, she asked. ¡°What is wrong are you not happy to be here with me?¡± Oh my gosh my band of


    wild butterflies came crashing back. How can I ask her if she has a boyfriend? We were very close in


    college, but many years have gone by since then. Besides, I am not the jealous type. Alexa should live


    her life any way she sees fit. My insect buddies were making me very tense. I knew if I asked her if she


    had a boyfriend, my mouth would betray me.


    She was so patient in allowing me to ponder my next question. As I considered telling her a lie about


    some problem at work, she dropped her hand to my chest. I looked down thinking perhaps I spilled


    some beer or had a little stain on my shirt. Then she gently flicked my nipple with her fingernail, and I


    smiled back at her. My butterflies melted under her touch as did my defenses. ¡°James are you going to


    tell me what¡¯s wrong or shall I tease it out of you?¡± ¡°Well I am so d to see you Alexa and I missed


    you so much. You look better than ever and I can¡¯t believe what a beautiful car and home you have.¡±


    Oh no here I go again my mouth is running with no filter. How did I be such a hot mess? Alexa


    moved her hand to my left nipple and continued to arouse me. ¡°James, I appreciate thepliments


    but are you going to tell me what stole your smile a few moments ago?¡±


    She stood close to me her face just inches from mine. Her nails continued their magic, and I lost all


    inhibition. I became putty and to my horror my mouth started back up. ¡°To tell you the truth, my problem


    is you have the beer!¡± ¡°James this doesn¡¯t sound like a problem since you like beer.¡± ¡°Well that¡¯s a good


    point but you don¡¯t like beer Alexa!¡± Alexa cocked her head and smiled her smile. Then sweetly she


    said. ¡°That¡¯s why I asked you to pour me wine. I am confused where the problem lies can you be more


    direct?¡± Before I could try to regain myposure, my mouth opened and out flew 800 butterflies. ¡°Do


    you keep beer here for your boyfriend? Do you have a boyfriend?¡±


    As soon as the words left my mouth, I felt relieved and foolish. Her nipple attention halted, and I was


    sure she would ask me to leave. My countenance fell noticeably. She still wore the curious smile but


    her hand slid up to my cheek. ¡°Oh sweetie, I understand now why you were sad. You thought the beer


    was for my boyfriend. No, James I do not have a boyfriend. To be honest, the beer is for my girlfriend.¡±


    When she said she didn¡¯t have a boyfriend, my mind felt the fourth of July was beginning and I almost


    broke out in dance. Then she finished by admitting the truth and I kept myposure, but I felt


    crushed inside.


    ¡°Alexa, I never knew of your attraction to girls. I mean, I understand, as we have discussed men can be


    such a bore. So great, I am d you are happy. I can¡¯t wait to meet her.¡± ¡°Oh, you know her well,


    James. But let¡¯s move to dinner I am hungry, and I assume you are too. Does steak, baked potato and


    broli sound good?¡± ¡°Sound good?! That sounds great!¡± At that, Alexa took me by the hand and led


    me to the refrigerator. Upon opening the door, she pulled me next to her. Our hips touched, and she


    pointed at the drawer. ¡°James, be a dear and grab that stuff in the drawer.¡± I reached in and grabbed


    the food as instructed. She led me back to the ind. ¡°Just put the food there for now. I need to grab an


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    apron.¡± Said Alexa as she headed to what appeared to be the pantry. I took a moment to sip my beer


    and admire the steaks and broli.


    Alexa spent a minute selecting potatoes and grabbing the apron. I looked at the apron she held as she


    moved back towards me. It was powder pink and trimmed in ck. It looked super cute. It had writing


    on the front, but I could not see it as she had the apron gathered in one hand. I was getting excited to


    see how it would look on her. She saw me eyeing the apron. ¡°Its super cute is it not?¡± I just nodded as


    she set down the potatoes near the other food. ¡°I really can¡¯t wait to see how it fits!¡± I said honestly


    paying Alexa close attention. ¡°That¡¯s the spirit James and I too am curious.¡± She turned the apron and


    spread it deftly flipping the strap over my neck. She quickly grabbed the waist ties and hugged me as


    she tied the apron on me. She startled me and I just startedughing. She moved her hands near my


    armpits and moved them down, smoothing the apron, and then I could read the front as she stepped


    back to admire the fit. It fit perfectly and read, ¡°Kitchen Bitch¡±. She just did a little whistle. ¡°You look cute


    in that.¡± Then she took my hands and gave me a little peck on the lips.


    Looking into my eyes with a sweet smile she asked, ¡°Did you notice the beer is your favorite?¡± ¡°Yeah, I


    meant to tell you it is my favorite. But it¡¯s not avable here where did you find this?¡± ¡°James, I was


    expecting you, so I had some shipped from Florida. But we can catch up over dinner. You know where


    the food is, get familiar with your kitchen and your grill is out by the pool.¡± She pointed at the sliding


    doors past the spacious living room. ¡°I have a bit of work to do while you cook my dinner, then we


    should have the entire evening.¡± She reached up and tweaked both of my nipples and gave me another


    little kiss. Then she walked into the family room to a reclining loveseat and I could see aptop


    fill up my wine and bring it over, please.¡± Commanded Alexa in a very sexy tone. I walked into the


    family room with her wine and set it next to her chair. She looked up at me, smiled and winked. ¡°Alexa,


    do you really want me to wear this apron?¡± ¡°James, are you kidding? You might ruin your work clothes


    if you don¡¯t. Besides, I had it made special for you and it looks so cute. Make sure you get a peek in the


    mirror.¡± ¡°Alexa, are you sure?¡± ¡°Sweetie do you remember our long conversations in college. Have you


    forgotten our hard work in the Female Empowerment Movement (FEM)? You asked who the beer was


    for I answered honestly, my girlfriend. Did you forget so much? Now please I have some work to


    aplish and I do not want my workload increased by having to find another girlfriend, ok?¡± With this


    she smiled sweetly, and I leaned over for another kiss. ¡°Off ya go James ve in the kitchen cause I¡¯m


    hungry!¡± I smiled and turned toply, and, in that moment, I got a pat on the ass to hasten my return


    to the kitchen and Alexa¡¯s dinner.


    I have been a bachelor for many years and like good food, so it was no big deal for me to cook the


    meal Alexa requested. Her kitchen was well stocked and organized, but my biggest eye opener was


    her back patio. I went back to grill the steaks and was awestruck by the patio area. It had a pool and


    full outdoor kitchen. The patio was ready for entertaining arge group and tastefully set up. I became


    more and more nervous the further I got into Alexa¡¯s home. She was extremely sessful.


    I set two ces at the kitchen ind and called her for dinner. She smiled and set her work andptop


    aside. Sauntering in the kitchen she said, ¡°Oh my, what a lovely meal you prepared, and it smells so


    delicious.¡± Refilling her winess, I smiled and sat down beside her. ¡°James, I am so d you have


    warmed up to your apron but perhaps you can take it off while we dine.¡± ¡°I forgot I was wearing it.


    Where shall I put it?¡± ¡°You can hang your pretty apron up in the pantry for now. I will expect you to wear


    it when you clean up after dinner.¡± ¡°Alrighty then I will be right back.¡± I said with an ironic smile. We


    chatted during dinnerughing and catching up. I cleaned up the kitchen and Alexa went back to her


    loveseat and theptop. Then I walked over and sat next to her. She set aside herptop with a sweet


    smile and started telling me her story.


    ¡°When I left Ohio, I found a group of empowered females here in Das. They were looking for a strong


    woman to promote and groom. Most of thedies in the Female Leadership Association (FLA) were


    widows of wealthy men. Being retired and fabulously wealthy, they formed the association to create


    mechanisms for downtrodden and/or battered women. They wanted a young ambitious woman to be


    their instrument of change. I interviewed, and they epted me for the evolving position.¡± ¡°Did they


    hire you for a specific position in the organization?¡± I asked. ¡°No, they are all of retirement age and


    wanted help in figuring out how they could empower women to sessful careers. Many of the women


    were of the generation where men kept their wives at home barefoot and pregnant. Some had


    husbands who cheated or physically abused them.¡± ¡°Damn why would thedies put up with such


    treatment, it seems so depressing and unfair?¡± ¡°That is a great question, and I think the answer is


    twofold. First, they had nowhere or no one else to go or turn to. Second, they loved their husbands.


    Some had educations and skills other not so much.¡± ¡°Do you think that generation had trouble leaving


    their spouses because of the old culture?¡± ¡°I think that is part of it. In the past, society valued women


    less than men. Men found themselves as leaders because life required strength and ruthlessness


    before technology evened the ying field. Now I believe woman are making changes for the positive,


    but it is a slow process because men are reluctant to give up their positions.¡±


    ¡°You know Alexa, my family was the old school. My father and mother both worked, but Dad never


    helped around the house or changed a diaper! He wasn¡¯t an egotistical male by any means, and it


    seems Mom enjoys serving him. It¡¯s almost as though society and culture expect women to serve men.


    If she was bitter about it, I never really got that vibe.¡± ¡°People chose independence or dependence and


    I assume your Father was the breadwinner.¡± ¡°Yeah, he made more money than Mom his entire career.


    In fact, if Mom had ambition, I never really saw that either. She was a demure and beautiful woman in


    her care of him and us kids.¡± ¡°Did you ever consider that society never gave her better options than


    menial positions with low pay? In that culture, society only views women as glorified servants to their


    husbands, so why would an employer risk an important position to a woman. Imagine a key employee


    ¡°Holy crap I never thought about that! It would also be hard toe back to work and manage taking


    care of a baby.¡± I added. ¡°Exactly, without childcare, the family may find itself in a difficult financial


    position. Also, in that culture masculinity finds it impossible to admit if the woman is better suited to be


    the provider. So, the macho man may insist his wife stay home and rear the baby. I admit men of that


    culture were not trained to be domestic, but it¡¯s a big problem.¡± ¡°Are thedies of FLA trying to address


    this cultural issue?¡± I asked. ¡°Yes, in part, we need to reinvent men and provide support to women who


    need equipping for sess. However, our mission includes providing real support to emotionally and


    physically abused women. Theyid out their vision, and it excited me they chose me to lead their


    phnthropic endeavors. In fact, I recruited Tiffany, and she has provided great insights into reinventing


    men. I started apany with FLA support called Distinctive Developments. It¡¯s funny that people


    know us as Double D now. I think because Tiff and I have generous bodice, this is a male way of trying


    to downy our sess. We are sessful and we have designed and built manyrge-scale


    projects. One of our projects is the Center for Women.¡± Intrigued I asked, ¡°What is the Center for


    Women?¡±


    Alexa smiled huge and I could tell she was d I asked the question. ¡°It was my first real project. We


    bought several acres ofnd outside Das and constructed buildings. There are dorm rooms,


    ssrooms, social rooms, ygrounds and exercise rooms. We designed theplex to be an oasis


    for women and their children victimized by men. Not only do we offer a ce for them to live but they


    receive college type sses and/or technical trade style training. We encourage them to better


    themselves and are wee to stay until they can get a career type job capable of supporting


    themselves and their children.¡± She sat back and took a sip of wine with a very satisfied look on her


    face. ¡°So, you said they can stay until they get the education necessary to rejoin the working world?¡± I


    inquired. ¡°Yes, and depending upon the path they chose, it can be a four-year degree, so some stay for


    4 years. We have our first crop of women with a bachelor¡¯s degree ready to graduate next spring.¡±


    ¡°Thising spring marks the first group to leave the Center for Women?¡± I asked, astonished. ¡°No,


    we have had some attrition and also some who got certificates and left to pursue their independence.¡±


    ¡°Wow, Alexa, that is amazing. You have really been busy since we parted ways in Ohio. I have a


    question though.¡± ¡°Shoot.¡± ¡°This facility could not have been cheap and teachers, food, utilities, etc.,


    can¡¯t be cheap.¡± ¡°Your question is, who pays for all of this? Great question one we are still looking for


    an answer to.¡± ¡°You must kid the Center for Women is borrowing money to survive?¡± ¡°No heavens no,


    we teach our charges to never go into debt. Most just left a life of oppression, and we want them to be


    free and independent. The answer is the FLA. The association considers this an investment into the


    future of womankind.¡± ¡°If the FLA has deep enough pockets to fund such a venture and is willing why


    did you say you are still looking for the answer to funding?¡± ¡°Because my pretty James the cost of this


    venture is staggering and about to be more so. We have far too many women who need help and


    far too little space. In addition, the FLA are fabulously wealthy as a group, but their wealth is not infinite.


    Our goal is to use the Amway model in a way. Our model is to create amunity and develop the


    want them to be so sessful that they will dly give back a small amount of their ie to the


    Women¡¯s Center. The FLA is patient, but they too would like to scale back their contributions to match


    those of the graduates. I hope to pay back their initial investments in time.¡±


    ¡°Alexa, I know we talked of ways to empower women in college, but this is much grander than I could


    have conceived. You really are amazing and know no bounds.¡± ¡°I wish I could take all the credit James


    but it¡¯s really a beautiful team effort. The FLA made it possible and they are women of distinction. Their


    lives were opulent mostly but unfulfilling because they did not have rtionships with their husbands


    that were healthy. Now that their husbands passed, they want to provide a path of wealthy


    independence for any woman who wants to work for it.¡± ¡°Do some women get kicked out of the


    Center?¡± ¡°Yes, but very few. Our highly motivated staff work diligently. Unfortunately, there are some


    women who just don¡¯t want to work for their future.¡± ¡°Well it appears you have done rather well for


    yourself at Double D.¡± ¡°James make no mistake Tiff and I have high expectations from the board of


    directors. They are all FLA and do not want to waste their money. If Tiff or I do not meet their


    expectations, they could easily rece us.¡± ¡°Wow they sound ruthless!¡± Alexa stiffened, and I noticed


    her eyes narrowed in extreme concentration. ¡°They are not ruthless in any way; In fact, they are


    extremely nurturing. That is why I believe we are so sessful. In our approach to business and life,


    we have eradicated all toxic masculinity and refuse to get ahead using the dog eat dog tactics that men


    negative¡­. It just sounded like they were ruthless if they would turn over a star like yourself.¡± Alexa


    rxed a little and took a breath. ¡°James, I didn¡¯t mean to lecture you. I know you are a feminist and I


    should give you the benefit of the doubt. I still remember your boundless enthusiasm and energy at the


    Female Empowerment Movement (FEM) meetings in college. Did you know I fell in love with you? Your


    courage in the sexist¡¯s face¡¯s, deluded men and women was inspiring. I have missed you so much!¡± I


    slumped a little as she reminded me of our college days and the innocence of wanting to change the


    world. I didn¡¯t spend much thought on Female Empowerment over thest few years. My face must


    have turned red as I wondered to myself if my enthusiasm was more about Alexa and less about the


    movement.


    Alexa may have picked up on my unspoken personal rebuke as she said. ¡°James don¡¯t worry about the


    past, let¡¯s concentrate on the present and our future. I know that you have a good heart and


    tremendous self-confidence and courage. I told you, I fell in love with you and I never lost that feeling!¡±


    Alexa watched me carefully waiting for a response, but I didn¡¯t know how to respond. She rose to the


    asion. ¡°I know this, and I can overwhelm, and you will have lots of decisions to make. You will need


    all of your courage if we will work. But I promise the rewards will be so delicious if you trust me.¡± ¡°Alexa,


    I trust you because I know your character. But I am still curious about what you meant when you said


    they could rece you or Tiff.¡±


    ¡°Let me give you an example. The FLA is bidding a new bigger better Center for Women. They could


    easily have just handed Double D the contract, but they are making uspete.¡± ¡°Did you win the


    and ourstpetitor Monday morning. You know how much I hate to lose! Here I would lose to a


    sexist man named Bert. So, I think we need to set aside business and move to what I really need.¡± ¡°Ok


    sounds great. What do you really need?¡± ¡°I need to getid! Do you know anyone who might help?¡± I


    just about fell off the loveseat. ¡°Yes, I could probably find hundreds but choose me.¡± I nearly squealed


    raising my hand high and bobbing on the love seat. Alexa took my raised hand and moved closer,


    locking her lips on mine. Her tongue prated my mouth and gently explored. I returned her kiss,


    making little moaning noises. She leaned me back and continued to drive me crazy with her


    unorthodox kissing style. I was swooning never had she or any other woman made me feel so


    vulnerable.


    She pulled away from my lips and looked me deep in the eyes. I could see the smoldering lust and felt


    like a hunted animal. Oddly enough, I was afraid to move and break this incredible spell. She snickered


    at my obvious confusion and moved her lips to my neck. She began kissing my neck gently. Her hand


    moved to my crotch, and she gave me a little squeeze. My penis was fully erect, and she made a noise


    simr to a growl. She quit kissing me and looked me straight in the eyes and stated factually. ¡°I will


    own this!¡± Once again, she gave my very erect penis a squeeze to ensure I understood her statement.


    Then she stood up and said, ¡°I need you to take a shower you had a long day and taste salty. I like


    salty ok, but you may remember I prefer sweet.¡± ¡°Sounds great!¡± I followed her to the hall that led to the


    bedroom. I was disappointed because she had my temperature near red line and now, I would have to


    wait.

 Chapter One（1）

    Chapter One£¨1£©


    Reunited


    I pulled into the bar and put my truck into park. Life is funny you never know when it¡¯s about to change


    forever. I had no clue but in mere moments I was about to find my life taking a new and unexpected


    turn.


    I got out of the truck and headed to the door of ¡°Cues and Pockets¡± a little pool hall dance bar. I was


    new to town and a co-worker introduced me to this little watering hole. The prices are good the


    bathrooms are clean, and it attracts a crowd in my age range. Besides, I figured after my Friday work


    schedule it was the perfect way to chill out for a bit before heading to my lonely apartment. Walking up


    to the doors, I saw my reflection in the mirrored windows, and I slowed a bit to make sure I looked


    good.


    Looking back at me was my 6-foot frame, thick sandy blond hair wavy and parted to the side. I was


    d to see my grey button-down shirt was slightly tight emphasizing my shoulders and stocky build.


    Brown face made my blue eyes and white teeth pop out. As I turned to enter, I got a glimpse of my long


    legs in my slightly tight Levi¡¯s. I grinned because even though I am closing in on 30 years old my body


    is still much the same as it was in high school. Yep, I smiled to myself d I started learning Karate so


    many years ago it helped me stay in great shape.


    The door swung open, and some people left the bar. A bit embarrassed, hoping they didn¡¯t notice my


    self-appraisal I slipped right into the open doors. I made towards the bar, allowing my eyes to adjust to


    the dim light. My mood began to elevate as I noticed the crowd was good and at first nce it looked


    like there may be a good ratio ofdies. I finished my casual survey of the dance floor and tables and


    made a beeline to the bar. I leaned up against the bar trying to look cool and carefree.


    ¡°What can I get you sweetie?¡± inquired a cute girl bartender. ¡°I think a draft Heineken would go down


    good.¡± ¡°You got it.¡± I casually nced around the bar while I waited for my beer. I cut my survey short.


    Close to the bar were a few tables set off to the side, making a loose ring around the dance floor. At


    one table near to me, I spied 2dies having an animated discussion. Onedy was sitting with her


    back to me. Her blond hair spilled down her shoulders in waves that looked soft as silk. Her clothing


    looked of an expensive cut and she had very shapely legs jutting out from the table at a right angle.


    She was wearing nice cks and ck heels. Her friend was facing me, and I could only really see her


    face. ck hair framing her face very straight. Her skin seemed fair and her full lips were shiny with


    bright red lipstick.


    She and the blond were oblivious to anything around them as theyughed and spoke in a


    conspiratorial and animated way together. I wanted to glimpse the blonde¡¯s face. I figured if she was


    half a pretty as the ck-haired girl, I might need to introduce myself.


    ¡°Here¡¯s your beer, sweetie,¡± said the bartender as she plunked the pint on the bar. The momentary


    distraction was good as the ck-haired girl started to pick up I was paying her and her friend a lot of


    attention. Reluctantly I turned away and towards the bar and my cold beer. I sat there sipping my beer


    trying to hear thedies¡¯ conversation. They were too far for me to hear the words, so I looked in the


    mirror behind the bar and continued to study them as covertly as possible.


    As I sat, watching the blonde¡¯s hair sway and bounce with her animated head movements, I got a funny


    feeling. I started to think her movements were in some way familiar. I silently chided myself for


    dreaming. James, I said to myself; you are a hopeless optimist. Do you really believe it possible that


    you know one of the two most beautiful girls in this bar? Iughed out loud at myself.


    I just moved here less than one month ago. After I graduated college in Ohio, I moved to Miami to work


    as an estimator for argemercial HVAC equipment firm. That was 4 years ago and then I took a


    transfer to Das just recently. I literally knew one person, a male coworker named Jeff. Snapping


    myself back to reality I tried to survey the room and decide if I would drink or maybe pluck up the


    courage to mingle and y pool or strike up some conversation.


    Like a fish to a worm Blondie¡¯s bouncy, wavy hair drew my eyes back to her. Then I saw her push her


    hair back behind the right ear. Oh my God, the way she did that was so familiar! My mind drifted to my


    first love back in college. Alexa was blond, witty, athletic, and beautiful. We met during my senior year.


    We had so much fun but when I graduated and went to Miami, we just lost touch. Waking from my


    daydreaming of Alexa I noticed the ck-haired girl was vaguely gesturing towards me. I quickly turned


    my head away towards the bar so not to get caught gawking. In my peripheral vision, I saw the blond


    turn towards me. Holy crap why did I turn away?!


    I whipped my head back around, but it was toote Blondie was once again facing her friend. My


    nagging feeling was making me crazy. As I turned away, I was thinking she looked like Alexa. To my


    horror, I noticed their conversation seemed to g! Desperate to find out if my long-lost love sat just


    yards away and terrified to crush this fantasy, I got up and hurried towards the men¡¯s room. My path


    would take me directly by their table and then I could drown my sorrows in my beer since the likelihood


    of that being Alexa was like a zillion to one!


    My heart began to pound as I drew closer to thedies. I was afraid they would hear it and call an


    ambnce. I was doing my best to keep from making a misstep as I really found it difficult to walk. My


    breath was bing short as if the oxygen had just escaped the room. What in the hell is wrong with


    me? I am martial arts expert I told myself silently and will master this, fear, excitement¡­.feeling?! Did I


    really miss Alexa that much?


    Mere steps away I began to hear Blondie¡¯s voice as she was finishing up an obvious anecdote. Her


    voice was right in so many ways, but her confidence was striking. Before I could decide if this was


    Alexa¡¯s voice, I registered what she was saying. ¡°Trust me Tiffany I will drop his pants, bend him over


    and spank that ass red in front of his colleagues!¡± Thedies busted upughing as I skidded to a halt


    just before getting close enough to see Blondie¡¯s face.


    The friend noticed me standing awkwardly just behind Blondie trying to figure out what to do. She


    absently pointed at me and Alexa turned her head to see me standing right there face flushed, heart


    pounding, legs shaky and startled. It was her! I could not believe my eyes. Alexa Fiera was right here in


    the same bar as me. I felt like I was wearing the ring of power. All I could see was her beautiful face. As


    if a veil blocked out all else in sight. Sparkling blue eyes, impossibly long eyshes, a button nose and


    full red lips. Her mouth seemed to move as if she was speaking but her beauty captivated me. She was


    saying something as my mind began to clear of the shock; I realized she was saying my name. ¡°James


    Rose is that you?¡±


    I¡¯m not sure how many times she asked before my sense of hearing and power of speech dialed back


    into the present dimension. But I further embarrassed myself with my answer. It¡¯s hard to imagine that


    so many systems of biology that have worked perfectly for nearly 30 years failed me all at once!


    Instead of gathering myself and trying to calm my heart, I wanted to say several things all at once and


    what I hearde out of mouth was, ¡°OOFDAH!¡±


    Bothdies just startedughing and Alexa bless her heart stood up and gathered me into arms. ¡°I can¡¯t


    believe it¡¯s you!¡± She said holding me tight. ¡°Oh my gosh, Alexa, what in the world brings you to


    Das?¡± We just held each other for several heartbeats and Alexa recovered as I was still tongue tied


    and fighting back tears of joy. ¡°James Rose, may I introduce Tiffany Modus my business colleague.¡±


    ¡°James is it? Is this your friend from college?¡± Alexa smiled in response. ¡°So, this is the James who


    was brave enough to join the ¡®Female Empowerment Movement¡¯ at your college with you.¡± Tiffany


    extended her hand, and I stepped slightly forward to shake it. Unfortunately, my knee gave out, and I


    stumbled into Tiffany. I brushed her breasts as they strained her white blouse. All the time fighting to


    remain upright. Both Alexa and Tiffany were quick and kept me from face nting on the sticky bar


    floor. With the help of thedies, I regained my bnce and shook Tiffanies hand.


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    Alexa moved around from behind me, so she and Tiffany were shoulder to shoulder facing me. Both


    Empowerment Movement, Alexa liked to say things like this to men when they did or said silly things. I


    just dropped my head and chuckled. Bothdiesughed as Tiffany was knowledgeable about our


    college experience. Tiffany gave me a smile as if to say I can feel your pain.


    ¡°Alexa, I am about ready to head home unless you want me to hang out for a few.¡± Offered Tiffany. ¡°No,


    that¡¯s cool I think James and I have some catching up to do. If I don¡¯t see you this weekend, have fun


    and I will catch you Monday,¡± Replied Alexa. Tiffany turned back towards me with a sly grin. ¡°James,


    turn around for a minute.¡± Tiffany Commanded. I did as she said; figuring she wanted to check with


    Alexa to see if it was safe to leave her alone with me. I stood with my face towards the bar and


    expected to hear whispering, but after a long quiet pause, I felt the proximity of Tiffany behind me.


    She cupped my ass cheek with her hand. This was surprising, and I really didn¡¯t know what to say or


    do. Then I felt her warm breath in my ear as she spoke to me quietly. ¡°Alexa told me what a fine ass


    you have. Too bad I already have a mate, or I might take you ces you¡¯ve only dreamed about!¡± She


    patted my ass and turned her head to Alexa. ¡°You weren¡¯t kidding He is pretty, and this ass is to die for,


    doing, Tiffany had her fingertip on my lips and with a wicked smile she said, ¡°Later doll!¡±. She sashayed


    away shaking her bottom in a most provocative way. Alexa stepped up next to me and called after


    Tiffany. ¡°Don¡¯t y in my backyard unless you ask permission!¡± Tiffany shot a nce back and the


    good friendsughed as they parted ways for the weekend.


    Stunned by what just urred. My eyes followed Tiffany out the door, but she never looked back. She


    was beautiful with a great figure, but I don¡¯t think I have ever had a woman treat me like she did in such


    an obvious way. Tiffany made me feel cheap, perhaps. As I tried to get my mind around my feelings


    regarding being treated like a cheap slut Alexa spoke up, ¡°James snap out of it we have a lot of


    catching up to do!¡± I slowly turned my head and noticed Alexa as for the first time.

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    Alexa stood before me almost my height because of her 4 inch heels. Dressed in a silky light blue


    blouse that buttoned. The shirt was snug, and it really entuated her ample perky breasts. She had


    nicely cut ck Capri pants with a ck patent belt that matched her ck patent heels. Around her


    neck was a silver heart pendant and a little silver key that naturally drew my eyes to her deep cleavage.


    Her blond hair slightly longer than shoulder length and wavy framed her beautiful face. As I took a


    moment to appreciate her amazing feminine charm, her subtle fragrance filled the air.


    Once again, my body betrayed me as my mouth went renegade. In horror, I heard myself say ¡°Oh My!¡±.


    Alexa opened her eyes a little at my strange outburst and cocked an eyebrow expecting an


    exnation. Her hip cocked forward, and a perfectly manicured hand went to it. Her other hand


    absently began toying with a strand of her spun gold hair. I wanted to know who stole my body and was


    making me act like a lovesick kindergartner the first day of school with an attractive teacher. Her stance


    was so confident and sexy. I felt as if I was in the presence of a queen and I really felt I should kneel


    before her. What was my problem I was always the smooth and cool operator? How did I lose my years


    of masculine James Bond like attitude in just 5 minutes?


    Alexa held me in her gaze for what seemed like an eternity as she also took a minute to appreciate my


    figure and youthful good looks. She let a small smile crack her demeanor and moved her finger to her


    lips and pursed them gently. I dared not open my mouth again for fear of another blunder. She saved


    me any further indignities by stepping closer to me. Moving her hand from her lips she touched mine


    gently. I felt a slight moisture from her lips and a host of ambitious butterflies erupted in my stomach.


    My brain screamed, ¡°she kissed me!¡± Before the ruckus of ambitious butterflies could escape my


    mouth, Alexa ran her finger gently around my lips and her face narrowed in mock concentration.


    ¡°I normally don¡¯t take little boys I meet in bars home, but I may just have to make an exception. You


    really have a hot ass and I am guessing you might be hungry.¡± She moved her finger to the center of


    my lips as a mom may do to hush her child. ¡°Before you follow me out of here, know I don¡¯t take no for


    an answer and I get what I want. Are you ready for me to take you out of here?¡± Oh, my gosh I always


    like to be witty and humorous but at this moment I was fighting every nerve of my being not to say or do


    something silly, again. I desperately wanted to go with her and catch up. My stomach, although filled


    with overactive insects, also seemed to have a gaping hole crying for food. I kept it simple. She moved


    her hushing finger from my lips and invited my answer.


    ¡°Well, what is your answer?¡± She smiled a wicked smile, and I just blurted out, ¡°Yes, please.¡± She said


    ¡°good¡± turned on her heels and took two steps before looking back at me. ¡°James be a dear and grab


    my purse,¡± and pointed vaguely towards the chair she vacated a few minutes before. ¡°Ok¡±, was all I


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    could muster and turned to do as instructed. I immediately saw her purse hanging on a small silver


    hook from the table. It was expensive looking, notrge but ck with silver adornments and a


    shoulder strap. I grabbed the hook and the purse expecting to hand it to Alexa. When I turned around, I


    saw that Alexa did not wait but continued to walk towards the door. Once again, my body betrayed me


    as I found myself in a humiliating position.


    I felt strange carrying a purse out of my favorite bar. Not only strange but self-conscious. I was certain


    every guy in the ce was pointing at me saying some derivation of look at that sissy. I wanted Alexa


    toe and get her purse and remove this humiliation from me immediately. Then trying to get her


    attention I blurted out ¡°Hey!¡± Just a bit too loud. Alexa stopped, and that is when I realized all the guys


    and many of the girls in the bar were not noticing me with a purse but Alexa¡¯s elegant beauty. That all


    changed as I blurted out ¡°Hey,¡± as I mentioned, a bit too loud. She stopped and turned now about 12


    steps ahead of me. I was walking towards her and the purse bumped my leg, making me lose my grip


    on one handle. I was almost next to her now but all eyes in the bar were not just on her but also on me.


    I held the purse out to her as I took those final steps to catch up with her. Not only could I feel the eyes


    of every patron in the bar on us, but the bar fell into an eerie hush. I presented the purse to Alexa


    hoping that all the semi familiar faces in the bar would go back to their conversation as my humiliation


    faded with the reunion of purse and woman. Alexa cocked her head and reached for the shoulder


    strap. Gently pulled it up and slid it over my shoulder to my horror.


    Then she said a bit too loud, ¡°Silly if you insist on carrying a purse you should carry it correctly, don¡¯t


    you think?¡± With that she turned on her heels and continued her elegant stroll to the exit. She seemed


    oblivious to the bursts ofughter from seemingly every patron in the bar. My mouth fell open into a


    perfect O and I turned a shade of red usually reserved for the fingernails of exotic dancers. I looked


    slightly to my right and noticed a youngdy sitting with some friends at a table nearby. She seemed


    amused but sympathetic to my plight. She looked me right in the eyes and mouthed, ¡°It really goes nice


    with your outfit yer!¡± Then she made a show of pping her hip and moved her upper body acting as


    if she were sashaying out of the bar purse at side. What the hell? I took her advice, cing my left


    hand on my purse. Struck a pose and stepped boldly towards the door. I shook my ass exaggeratedly


    swinging my hips to guffaws and uproariousughter.


    This was my first runway experience, and the runway seemed long. Closing on the exit, I could see


    through the door that Alexa was watching the whole performance and enjoying it. She pulled the door


    to allow my ass shaking performance to end as it began highly slutty and ridiculous! Just before myst


    step, I lifted my foot asdies did when kissing their men in generations gone by. Alexa stepped into my


    spotlight and kissed my lips toplete the charade. The bar went wild as Alexa took my right hand,


    allowing me to hold my purse with the left and pulled me out the door.


    She pulled me into her embrace and slipped a hand down onto my ass. She wasughing and smiling;


    I lost myself in her sparkling eyes for a beautiful moment. Alexa looked at me and said, ¡°You really


    know how to work a crowd. That was fun.¡± Before I could utter a word, she gave me a moist kiss on the


    lips and asked, ¡°What are you driving?¡± I pointed at my truck just to our right. ¡°That¡¯s my truck.¡± ¡°Oh,


    how big and macho.¡± She teased. ¡°Whatever, it is just transportation.¡± Iughed. ¡°OK, beautifuldy,


    what are you driving?¡± ¡°If you don¡¯t mind, I need to get my keys out of your pretty purse, and I will show


    you.¡± Alexa then removed the purse from my shoulder and ced the strap on her own. She dug into


    the purse and removed a Chevy FOB.


    I looked over the lot and tried to guess what model and color this yful, beautifuldy might be


    driving. ¡°Care to guess cutie?¡± She asked as I finished my scan of the lot. ¡°ck Malibu, sporty and


    practical,¡± I guessed. ¡°My car is sporty, but some may say not so practical!¡± With that, she pointed the


    FOB and gave it a click. A brand-new shiny Corvette chirped at its mistress¡¯s summons. The lights


    shed, and I noticed it was a red Corvette convertible with ck trim. ¡°Nice!¡± I said making a smooth


    gesture. ¡°Beautiful car for a beautifuldy!¡± I finished. She winked.


    I saw her sly smile as she was digging in her purse. She removed a lipstick and in a slow and


    tantalizing manner applied a fresh coat to her plump inviting lips. Then she quickly reced the lipstick


    into her bag. With that she grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into her amazing body. Our heads


    inclined to one another, and she kissed me again. When our lips met, I tasted her sweet lips and began


    to swoon at her confident manner and yfulness. She moved one hand off my waist and put it behind


    my neck. Gently she pulled my head in tighter towards hers. Her tongue insistently slipped into my


    mouth and quickly explored it. Before I could really get wound up into her kiss, she ended it. She put


    her mouth near my ear and whispered, ¡°Follow me back to my ce. Keep up if you can I promise we


    will have fun!¡±


    She gently shoved me away, not waiting for a response and sauntered to her Corvette. She got in and


    her car roared to life. She was backing out before I realized I was gawking. I sprang into action. I


    desperately wanted to keep up and have fun with her. Hopping into my truck, I fired it up. Backing it out


    I nced in my rearview mirror and saw that she pulled her favorite trick. She always liked to use her


    lips to apply my lipstick! My lips were bright red. I justughed and hurried so as not to lose her.


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