Beast in a Red Dress pt 6 (Team?)

Angel

Seventeen sucks. The best thing about this is my fake birthday is in two days. That gives me something to play with.

I got up a little early and did some intense yoga. My limbs needed to be stretched out. Normally I had other ways of being stretched but I am seventeen.

After yoga I did my routine quickly. Grabbed my duffle bag and my satchel and went downstairs to the kitchen. Marcus was up and dressed in a suit that complimented his build and caused a few thoughts to run across my mind.

I went to the frig and grabbed a bottle of orange juice and an apple.

“Angel have a seat.” He commanded. That tone was riling me up but I will let it go.

I went and sat down at the circular table and waited.

“I will be at school today. They are going to walk me around to get a feel of it. When you see me I want you to behave respectfully. Act like we are family and not this moody brat that you have been giving us.”

I suppressed a smile because I was better at acting seventeen then I thought.

“That is another thing. This attitude has to stop we are a team and have to act like a cohesive unit.”

“So, you want me to act like we are family twenty-four seven.” I said sarcastically.

“You see that right there.” He said leaning in. “If you were my niece, I would slap your ass till you realize that I am not someone to play with.”

I leaned in and whispered, “So I have to be blood for you to do that?”

That statement caught him off guard and that was what I wanted. I stood up as he straightened himself in his seat and drank his coffee. I grabbed my stuff and went over to him and kissed his cheek.

“Have a good day uncle.” I said and walked out to meet Tyler.

Tyler

What just happened that put a smile on Angel’s face. It’s a nice smile but then she saw me looking at her.

“Can we stop off for coffee?”

“You know caffeine is not really good for you.” I said as I took her bags.

“There are allot if things that are not good for me, but I do it anyway.” She remarked.

What did she mean by that. Is it this mission? Is this not the first time she was used as bait?

When we were on the road. I tried to see if she will divulge anything about herself.

“Well, I know Marcs talked to you about being a team. I thought maybe if I tell you something about myself then you can do the same.”

She looked at me with a look of what is up?’ written all over her face.

“I lived in Louisiana for a time and a woman who I thought was very hot tried to hex me and cause my dick to fall off.”

Angel looked shocked then laughed.

“Yeah, its funny now but if it was happening to you, you would rethink your life choices.’

“So, I guess it’s my turn. Well let’s see. Once I was accused of being involved with my English teacher. It was totally a lie. My friend at the time borrowed my clothes and snuck out to meet up with him.”

I smiled at that “My Friend” usage. It was her. “What happened?”

“Let’s just say, there was a shot gun wedding, and I am the god mother to their little Anna.”

I glanced in the mirror, and she smiled at the story. She was not making it up. It was not her. I turned into the coffee spot we went to and the woman that was there remembered me.

“Hey, you never came back.”

“I’m here now.” I said giving her my order and smiled.

“Well, when you get time off. Come see me.” She handed me the cup and hit had her number on mine.

I smiled nodded and pulled away.

“Why didn’t you go back yesterday?”

“If you must know. She is too giving.”

“Hugh?”

“Too giving. Too willing to give me her number, her time, her body. Who else did she give it too.”

“Oh” she said and drank her coffee.

We pulled into the school parking lot, and I went to open her door to let her out.

“Thanks” she said with a smile and went off to track.

Angel

The both of them are trying to figure who I am. I have to give them something to get off of me.

Track was the usual warm up and I talked to Jen most of the time. Then we had to do the One-on-one races. Somehow, I was matched up with Lennette Ward.

Once everyone had there run it was our turn. She could not wait to start to intimidate me.

“Yesterday was a fluke. There is no way you could beat me and you were warned.” She said bending over to stretch.

I sighed and knew she was going to feel this to her core.

“On your mark, get set. Go!”

The snap of the gun went off and I saw flames. I wanted to leave her in a trail of dust that she could choke on. After the first turn we were matched until I unleashed what I held back. The gap began to get wide and when we were on the second turn, I increased my speed that I knew everyone stood there with their mouths open.

I crossed the finish line first with her coming after. She went straight to me.

“Who are you? Your too fast to be here.” Her eyes glowing heated rage or was that something else.

“Does it matter how I took you. I just did.” I said gaging her reaction. Then there it was.

Her breath caught and a glance to my mouth.

“Go away second.” I said it low enough that I knew she heard but no one else. There it was the tear with anger falling.

I went to get my things and I see Marcus with an older man in the stands looking at me. I smiled and waved. He nodded and continued his conversation, but the other man looked upset.

“Angel you shouldn’t have done that.”

“Why?”

She looked passed me and her brother was talking to her to keep her calm.

“He is very protective of his sister.” She looked concerned. “He is on his way over here she whispered.”

“Hey Jen, are you coming over to the house this weekend?” He asked.

“Yeah.”

“Why don’t you bring Angel over. I think she would like to learn the history of our family firsthand.”

“She might be-” I cut her off and said, “I would love to. What time should I be there?”

“At one.” He said and walked away.

“Why did you say yes?”

“Why not?” I said with a smile.

Home

The drive home was quiet. I guess they wanted to chastise me at the same time.

Marcus waited for me in the living room. I put my things down and sat and waited.

“I thought I told you not to do that. But you did it anyway.” Marcus said in controlled anger.

“We are supposed to work as a team, but you are not following what we need you to do.” Tyler said leaning against the wall.

“You told me when I got her, I was supposed to get information. You both wanted information. Well, I will get the information you need by getting close to these two.”

“How are you getting close? They look like they want to kill you.”

“This weekend I was invited to their home so Joshua Ward can give me a history lesson on their family.”

They looked at me more intense.

“He is going to hurt you. Don’t you care about that?” Tyler asked.

“Look I know what I am doing with these two.”

“Then enlighten us.” Marcus said a little louder than needed.

“Lennette is into me. She loved it when I beat her in the race, but she is unsure on how to play this out. Joshua is a bully and wants me to be afraid. He likes it when I am afraid. I am never afraid.”

I looked at both of them.

“You will get information this weekend. Now if you want to continue the act of being a team up fine. But I am the only one who is left out of these meetings you two have over me. Some team.”

I stood up and grabbed my bags. I stopped next to Marcus’s chair and said.

“Did that deserve a swat?”

Then I continued to my room.

Marcus

“Tyler who is this girl?”

He walked over to sit on the seat where she sat and looked at me.

“Marcus I don’t know. But what I do know is she likes to push buttons. Let her. She said she will get information then let her do it.”

Just remembering her standing by me with her ass inches away made me respond in a way that I need to control.

“Did you get anything with the head of the school?” Tyler asked.

“Nope. He kept talking about taking a vacation on some island. He was musing a lot about remembering on how it was to be young. Then we see Angel kick his granddaughter ass in a race. Well, the conversation stopped there.”

Tyler leaned in and whispered. “Did you catch what she said. That the girl is attracted to her. Do you think she is-”

“I don’t know and don’t care. But I don’t like the brother. We have to keep an eye on him.” I said giving Tyler a look that spoke more than words.

(What is going on? There is a lot of hormones in the air. Very interesting. Please give a like and let me know what you think. Fia xoxox)

Secret Ride 2 (POEM) Tamer Version

He came at night,

On a wind of heat.

A bead of sweat,

On lips so sweet.

“Come with me”

He whispered close.

They are all asleep,

Said, my sexy host.

I crawled out of bed.

On crumpled sheets.

A teddy that cling,

To my heat.

Just be quiet.

It will be fun.

No one will know,

Not even one.

Once inside the fun began.

I held on,

To my mystery man.

The ride was fast.

Loose and free.

For that night was meant for me.

Once it was over,

And I was back in bed.

A whispered goodbye.

And a kiss on my head.

When the dawn rose,

And I saw the first rays,

I went to my window,

And there he stood,

And there he’ll stays.

(How do you like? Let’s talk. Till Next we meet. Fia)

Ripened Fruit (POEM)

Do you see that?

So firm and tempting,

Mouthwatering,

Held by a stem.

Do not touch it.

For it is not ripe.

Not tender,

To hard bite.

Wait.

It will come.

Release itself.

Share its secrets.

Give its delights.

For it is the fruit.

The inspiration.

That denies,

your aspirations,

to be the first taster.

Of her sweet

untouched

liquid ambrosia.

Goodbye my love pt 26 (First Kill)

Peter

I am so tired of both Eliza and Noel. You would think that I would have learned by now to stay out of the mess these two always seem to drag me into.

A young woman with auburn hair walks passed me smelling of a mixture of scents that would make a dog gage. She was not Noel’s type. She was too confident. There is one thing about nature is once you had something that you don’t like you will never go for it again.

Noel had a taste of dominating Eliza and he will not go and find a replacement. No we have to look for a female totally opposite from her.

She would have to not call too much attention but not too meek. She does not command a room like she does. This woman will draw attention without trying.

“Think Peter,” I said to myself as I kept walking down a busy street, It was nine at night on a Thursday and people were out having dinner seeing a movie, and go out for drinks.

Then it occurred that Eliza hated work. She loathes it actually, so this woman would have to have a job. What would pique his interest? I decided to change tactics. I have not done this in a while, but I think that I have to do mass hypnosis. It would be hard for Noel to figure out who is under a trance if everyone is.

Darlene

Work was a bit more tedious than expected. The investors keep changing their minds on what they want the interior to look like. The priority is lighting has to be dimmed and privacy.

The design had a major overhaul and I needed to go home to get some rest. I looked at my phone and I had a message from Sammy.

“Hey darkling are you free tonight. There is a crowd here and I cannot do this all alone. Noel had to go out.”

Noel left her when it was busy. I told her I was on my way. I said goodbye to the others without explanation and went straight to the shop. She was not kidding the place was packed wall to wall.

I pushed my way through, and I knew it was bad because Sammy was relieved to see me. She is never relieved to see me.

“Hey if you can serve, I will make the orders.” She called out as I went to the back and put my bag down. Pulled out my white trainers and put them on. Took off my blazer and tied my hair up. I was ready.

I was working already for an hour before Noel came back and seen what was going on. He threw on an apron and started making drinks as Sammy transitioned to ringing up the customers only.

Things started to go faster. Once we served the last of the customers the three of us looked like we were on the front lines. My ponytail was dropping to the side. Sammy usual put together make up looked more like Halloween with her eyeliner and mascara streaking from sweat.

Noel just looked confused.

“What the hell was that?” He asked.

Sammy gave him a look and I know they were communicating but I did not care. My feet hurt and I needed to rest.

I walked past Noel to the back, and he gave me a brief kiss on the cheek.

“Hey, thanks for coming.” Sammy said while I kept walking.

“You’re welcome.” I called out.

Noel

“Sammy what the hell?” I said.

Listen I felt the power behind this. these people were compelled to come in here. I don’t know why.” She said while she took a napkin and started straightening out her make up.

This was a feeler. Someone was watching me without making it obvious. Eliza does not have that kind of power. Did Peter? He was always so laid back I don’t know.

I heard a scream, and we ran out to see what was going on.

A crowd was around someone that was on the ground.

I pushed past a few people to see a woman slumped on the ground. I pulled her back, and she looked like-Darlene.

The bite was brutal. No finesse but point was made. They were going after her if I do not back down. I turned to Sammy and went back inside.

Already I started to hear the whispers. This was not a way to send me a message, but I understood what it meant.

“What do you need me to do?” She asked.

“She needs protection.” I am walking inside and closing up the place. Normally I keep it open late. Now all I can think about is Darlene.

“I can only guarantee that if I have something from the beings that want to cause her harm.” Sammy said

Before I could respond Darlene came from the back with her bag over her shoulder, her blazer over her arm and a tired smile across her face.

“I have to go home to get some rest. Call me if you need me.” She went to me and gave me a soft kiss on the lips.

I whispered,” I need you. Coming over later.”

Her tired eyes opened wide. Not expecting to hear that from me.

“Ok later” her cheeks flushed a little realizing Sammy was still there.

“Night, Sammy”

“Night”

(Let me know how you are liking it so far.)

Draw (POEM)

The tip marks a silver trail

Shiver with intense heat

Grabbing the cold rail

Waiting for a beat

You wanted to remember.

I wanted to let go

Your eyes show the embers.

Losing control

“Please”

“No”

Lingering point

Feather-light pressure

Soft cry

Deep pleasure.

I can’t escape this

You want to have this

Why wait for this

I want to play with this

The Beast in a Red Dress pt 5 (Tention) Rated R

(This is intended for a mature audience. There is violence, sexual content, foul language.)

Tyler

I hate this assignment. When I was told that there was going to be a young girl assigned. My immediate reaction was “hell no”. I will not protect anyone. I am here to eliminate and that is it.

Then I saw the amount of money and I almost had mini stroked from it. They gave me the barest of information. The picture of a tall man who works at the university was to be my target. That shit did not help. I was told that to lure him out I would need a decoy.

The shit head likes them really young. That is where Angel comes in. When I first saw her, I thought she must have done something really bad to be set up to be bait. As I get to know her, I can see why.

She has a defiance in her that needs to be taken in hand. She is quiet but her eyes convey so much more. I watched her on the video. She could run and I mean Olympic medalist speed running.

When she passed the finish line, she was trying to catch her breath and she bent over, and I grit my teeth. Angel is going to get me killed.

She is too damn attractive. Her body made me think too many things. I lash out and she silently lashes back. There was one thing I noticed on the screen in the corner. The video was watched at least fifteen times before I got to see it.

Marcus must be trying to figure out how to save the girl instead of sticking to the plan.

Shit.

Marcus

I went to my room and stripped down. I put on some shorts and a t-shirt and started my work out.

Fifteen years of secret military service and this mission has me baffled. Why do they have this girl here? Who is she. I put feelers out and no one has heard of her other than the basics and that does not tell me why she is here.

I have been watching her since the day she came. She acts like the typical teen. Defiant, moody and a pain in the ass.

Now that image came to mind as well. I shook my head to clear the image. She is too young, and she is not supposed to live through this.

That also gets me. Is it a debt she has to pay with her life? This does not sit well with me at all, but I will stick with the mission.

After doing a hundred pushups. I switched to crunches. I have a routine. Routine keeps me focus and on point. Routine is predictable. Angel is a wild card. I don’t like it. I don’t like her.

I got up to look at the video of her in her room. she is playing music at reasonable level this time and getting ready to take a shower.

She must love the shower. Then a flash of her legs came to mind.

Fuck

Angel

My shower felt really good and taking care of that pent up sexual tension in the shower was not bad either.

Those two would be interesting to have. Both dominating in different ways. I seen the way they looked at the video. They showed nothing but professionalism.

That is, they appear to show only professionalism. I saw the slight swallow Marcus did as he watched. Then the clenching of Tyler’s jaw when I ran. I wonder what type of men they are. What preference do they like in women because they both seen something that affected them in a carnal way.

What had they seen that allowed me to see a tell like that? It does not matter right now. Right now, I am seventeen and I will have to take care of my needs until this assignment is completed.

I sat on the bed and rubbed lotion on my skin. I looked at the scratch on my knee and shook my head. I had worse but I will have to get him back for this.

Tomorrow at practice I think the star athlete Linette will shed a tear or two for my pain.

The Beast in the Red Dress pt 4 (Grabbing Attention)

(Intended for mature audiences.)

There was quite a turnout for the track and field practice. I walked over to the female runners and noticed that most of them had already buddied up except the girl who seemed to be keeping her distance from the others.

I went over and dropped my bag. I sat down on the artificial turf and began to stretch. The couch was not here yet, so everyone was doing their own thing.

“Hey you’re a runner, right?” The girl asked.

“Yea,” I said giving her the teenage coldness.

“Well, I think you are supposed to be over there with the others.”

“Aren’t you a runner?”

“No. I am in the speed walking event and shock put. Usually, the runners stay together.”

“Oh, Is there another speed walker on the team?” I asked curiously.

“Not this term. The other girl graduated and right now everyone wants to run.” She said as she was doing exercise to loosen her hips.

“Well, I’m fine where I’m at right now,” I told her.

“Ok. My name is Jen.”

“Angel”

I turned my head when the couch came.

“Listen up. This year’s competition is brutal. I just went over the top runners from the school that are the most treat. Ladies I will tell you this. There are at least three top runners and two that are promising.

Saying that I want us to do a mock 4×4 relay. There is enough of you to run against each other to give me an idea what I have to work with. When I call your name, I will put you in the group. These names are being called I put together at random. So do not think you are going to have your friends with you.

I watched the girls and five girls in particular caught my eye.

“They are not going to be happy about this.”

“So, what this is practice.”

“Yeah, but that group rarely does anything separated.”

I did not get to see all of their faces but I knew that one of my targets has to be in that little group.

The groups were set up by random. I had a girl who clearly was not ready to run against her seniors. The five girls were split. One in each group and in different positions.

My team was gold. The other color was green, blue, red and black. I was the last leg and I smiled.

They ladies were at the starting line and the gun went off. This was a sprint run so it went pretty fast. You could see who the weak link was and who was the strongest.

My turn was next, and we were in second place behind the black team. Once the baton was handed off to the girl in front of me, she bolted. She was the one I had to beat to get on everyone’s radar.

I felt when the baton hit my hand and I ran without a thought but to pass her by a wide margin. I caught up to her in a straight run and once we made the second turn I began to pull away.

I gap was beginning to get wider. I was four strides to the finish line when I zeroed in on the couches surprised face.

I crossed the finish line and he looked at his watch. The other girl crossed at east twenty seconds after.

Jen was the first person that came to me and congratulated me on the win. The girl on the other hand glared at me surrounded by her friends.

“I think you made an enemy. Lennette never loses a race even when it is just practice.” Jen said.

That was what I was counting on.

The rest of the day went by uneventful until I was about to leave. A tall guy walked in my path blocking me.

“I heard you beat my sister today in a race.”

“It was practice. Pretty sure she will probably beat me tomorrow.”

“Probably. Hugh?”

“Yeah, now can you let me go. My driver is waiting for me.”

“Oh, you’re the new girl with the parents that died.”

What a piece of shit.

“The way you are acting it is obvious you do not know who we are so I will give you this knowledge for free. I am Joshua Ward. My sister is Lennette Ward. Our Grandfather is the founder of the school that your new money bought you in. Tomorrow you are going to get a cramp or something and my sister will win.”

This prick is far from intimidating, but I have to play the part.

“Do you know what practice is. Tomorrow is not going to have a race. I need to go.”

He looked surprised by the way I was talking to him. I felt I could have gone harder, but I was a young female in a new school. I had to behave since my uncle is on the board.

I walked around him and predictably I tripped over his shoe landing me on the stone walkway. My knee was scratched from the fall because the stupid skirt was too small. I could see Tyler starting to walk towards me.

Joshua bent over and whispered, “get a cramp.” then walk off in the opposite direction.

Tyler got to me and helped me up. We walked to the care in silence and once inside I could not help the smirk, I had at what happened.

“What’s up with that one?” Tyler asked.

“Nothing much to tell. First day.” He nodded and looked at me in the rare view mirror as I put my headphones on. I could tell he could not gage me and I was alright with that.

Later that night I got called downstairs by Marcus. He looked put out.

“I heard that you won a race.”

“It was practice.”

What the hell is it with everyone about this practice.

“Well, you brought attention to yourself. The girl you beat is one of the board members daughters.”

“So?”

Tyler was in the room listening. He seemed bored.

“Look at this Tyler.” Marcus said.

He walked over and somehow; he had gotten footage of the practice run. They both were glued to the screen and then looked up at me.

“Your fast.” Tyler said shocked.

“You need to pull back and make friends with her. Gain her confidence to get intel.”

I caught when Tyler adjusted himself a bit after watching me run. I guess the shorts I wore showed off my ass in the right way.

“Marcus I think the girl’s brother tried to tell her to throw the next practice race.”

“Do it. Better yet don’t. Get him interested in you and play them against each other.” Marcus said.

“Play who against each other? He already shown that he is protective of his sister.” I said.

Marcus’s brain was working overtime, but I had my own agenda. I get him something tomorrow, but it won’t be from my targets.

That was my que to leave them. I had enough of playing seventeen and needed space.

“Where are you going?” That question came from Tyler and at that moment I did not give a shit. I was not this innocent child that they think I am. I need space.

I climbed the stairs two at a time and when I was close to my room an arm blocked my path. A thick arm with a sleave curled up to the elbow. His cologne smelled very musk mixed with him. I had to control myself.

He leaned into my ear and said,” I told you earlier when I ask you a question you answer it.”

I turned meeting his glare and shot him one of my own. This close I can see the control that he radiated. His eyes hyper focused on me and my every movement.

“I am going to my room.” I said in a voice that was so low and controlled I had to give myself a trophy for it.

“I do not deal with brats.”

“Or what?” I pushed seeing his nose flare slightly. I would normally take the rhines on this, but I could not break cover yet. I ducked under his arm and closed the door.

I looked at my watch and hit the button that changed the camera to a recording. I had sent the 24-hour video to a contact that was brilliant at video illusion. I sent him a picture of what I wear for the day and the illusion is wearing the outfit. The green light flashed showing it was running.

I went to the bathroom and pulled out a bottle of dark rum and took a couple down. I put it back in the hiding spot I created and turned the shower on. I took the outfit off and began to stretch out my muscles.

I looked at my body in the mirror and loved what I saw. My breast full with large areola’s. Firm stomach and ass that I worked out relentlessly to keep. Thick thighs and firm calf’s.

Even my sex looked good and right now ached for attention. I just could not bring myself to handle it tonight. I needed to dominate someone. I needed someone’s lips to gently kiss my clit. Maybe I could handle it because I refuse to be angry and pent up. That is defiantly going to get someone killed.

The Beast in the Red Dress pt 3 (Ignorance is not bliss) Rated R

(This is intended for a mature audience. There is violence, sexual content, foul language.)

I entered the house and noticed the cameras immediately. They are good but -I am better. That information I will keep to myself.

The door clicked behind me, and I continued to walk into the sitting room. It was decorated with minimalism in mind. One thing I despise is white walls. So glaringly pure.

The sitting area had a sofa, loveseat, and singular chair on the opposite side. Making the shape of an open rectangle. I went to the sofa and plopped down on it. I looked at Marcus and he gave me an assessing glare. Not sure of what to make of me.

“I don’t care who you are and what you did to get here. You are the bait. You are to lure out the target. You were informed about the school you’re going to attend. I am one of the newest board members of the school. I have been on this for a month before you were brought in. ”

‘Did he say a month?’ I thought.

He turned and retrieved a phone behind him. He then handed it to me. I reached for it faming boredom plastered on my face.

“Your classes are uploaded to it. You start tomorrow. Tyler will be ready to drive you to your first class that starts at seven.”

‘Was he serious?’

“My cover is that I took you in when your parents died. I sent you to a boarding school and your grades is what qualify you to attend. I was married twice and do not want to marry again.

I go to the club Friday and Saturday nights. You are left alone, and you are fine with that.”

While he regurgitates what I already know. I look over the classes that I am supposed to attended. The first is track and field. Great, I haven’t done competitive running in ages. I will need to see who is in the top spot.

“Is there any questions you have on this mission.” Marcus asked using a tone that I feel he uses with subordinates.

I looked up and he was still standing there staring at me, waiting for an answer.

“No. Where is my room?” I asked.

The funny thing about me is that I can hear exceptionally well. I heard when Tyler entered the room from the second door off to the right of me. He was trained to walk softly but I heard him.

“Your bags are in your room. Marcus has briefed you. Food will be delivered soon. My room is at the other end of the house. When you need me call the number on your phone. Marcus’s room is down the hall from yours.”

I nodded and stood up. “Okay. Call me when it gets here. I ha- have to unpack.” I said softly with a slight studder.

“Jeez” Tyler said looking at me, annoyed.

“Fodder” Marcus said to him still glaring at me.

I walked past acting like I did not catch anything they said.

“Your room is down the hall on the right.” Tyler called out.

I went upstairs and counted ten cameras and half as many mics placed.

My room looked like a typical girl’s room. Instead of white walls a soft pink. Not a color I would choose either but it’s better than the void of color.

I went to my bag and sat down on my bed. I pulled out my laptop and hacked into the system they put in place for this house. I will allow the cameras to record me for twenty-four hours before the loop that I am recording will kick in.

I put down the laptop and unpacked the rest of my things. This school’s dress code is skeevy at best. White shirt. Bow tie and plaid mini skirt. Optional tights or short socks.

The rules states that make up is not to be obnoxiously placed on the face or your will receive a demerit. Actually, allot of the rules are so controlling that you can receive a demerit for just breathing. Feeling the vibration from my watch, I played for the camera that I was going to have a shower.

I turned the shower on hot for the steam and turned on some music I had preset into my laptop. I smiled at the screaming lead singer in the band I recorded.

Satisfied with the music I went into the fogged-up bathroom and looked at my watch again. A picture of two people appeared. They had to be the targets. The male had to be early twenties and the female is around eighteen. Find out what they are smuggling and take them out.

“If you do adult things you have to be accountable as an adult.” I whispered. to myself. The song ended and another started. I took the outfit off and stepped into the shower.

It felt amazing. It will come in handy after track. The music stopped abruptly. I looked at my watch and seen Marcus in the room using their own camera. I stopped the shower and wrapped a towel around my body.

My hair will just have to drip. It naturally coils from the water. I pulled the door open. “Why?”

Marcus stood with his arms crossed.

“If something were to go down, I won’t be able to hear you call out. Or do you want to die?”

I went back into the bathroom and finished my shower. If these two keep it up I will make them the targets instead.

Monday 6am

Tyler was ready and waiting for me. I wanted to kill who ever came up with this uniform for young women. It was too damn cool in the morning to be wearing this.

“Ready?” He asked.

Didn’t I look ready? I thought. I was wearing the ridiculous get up. My thick curly hair was in a ponytail. A backpack and a duffle bag both slung on my shoulders.

For a driver he is doing a shit job.

“Yeah”

I went to the car door that he held open and thought of many ways to string him up that would cause the right amount of pain. that was when he took my bags from me.

Inside the car I felt like I needed a cup of coffee. I don’t normally drink caffeine, but I needed a boost.

“Can we stop and get coffee?”

He looked at me in the mirror but thought against it. He nodded and a sigh of relief escaped.

We drove up to a booth that had a line to go to it. It looked like a woman was serving this line on her own. Once we moved up, I finally seen what she was wearing. Rather how little she was wearing. The sign said Bikini Barista.

Great. I really don’t give a shit but it should be fair. There should be a booth with men showing skin and smiling sweetly to get tips for Barista service.

“What do you want?”

“Black coffee.” I said staring daggers at him. That is defiantly what a teen would do and right now my mood is in the crapper.

Once we got the coffee the girls started to flirt with him. he looked in the rare view to see if I was listening. I put on my headphones acting like I could hear. But in actuality the headphones amplifies their conversation.

“So, you want to come back later?”

“For?”

“Something real sweet.” She said with a sexy smile.

“I’ll think on it. You have a line, thanks for the order.” He said then gave her a smile.

‘He had dimples, cute.’

We went over where he was going to pick me up. Once there he came out and handed me my bags.

I gave him a smile and went off to track with a little bonce in my step. Coffee does wonders.

The Moon is the Light (Poem)

Shhh

The light is off

The curtain slightly parted.

Glowing silhouette

Shhh

Goosed flesh

Controlled breath

Sensory memory awakens.

Please

Movement minuscule

Intensified by scent

Invisible push to lay

Please

Granted access

Moon mirrored reflection apex

Timid inevitability

Remember

Hidden intruder

Slow forward intent

Breached

Memory

Deviant Heart (midnight drunken poem)

Warm flesh

Rapid pulse

Unmoistened lips

Nerves firing urging to touch.

“Do you want this?”

Questioned asked.

Pupils dilated.

Nipples pebbled.

“Yes”

Strong soft skin, silk to the touch

A path created by the God’s to Follow

Drawn closer.

Whispered touch.

Questionable girth

“Claim it for tonight.”

Soft hands squeezing tight.

Glistening promises escapes

East to West directed by a push and pull.

“Mine”

Tighten vise.

The devilish pace and waiting for a plain landscape to be painted on.

“Close”

Quivering muscle

Moan of delight and ache

Studdered words

Warm cords create a one-of-a-kind masterpiece.

(I rarely write poems but the muse calls)