Fierce

Chapter One

Chapter One

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 glad 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 glad 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 glance it looked like there may be a good ratio of ladies. 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 glanced 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 2 ladies having an animated discussion. One lady 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 slacks and black heels. Her friend was facing me, and I could only really see her face. Black 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 they laughed 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 black-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 black-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 the ladies’ 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? I laughed 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 a large commercial HVAC equipment firm. That was 4 years ago and then I took a transfer to Dallas 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 play 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 black-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 too late 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 flag! 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 the ladies. I was afraid they would hear it and call an ambulance. I was doing my best to keep from making a misstep as I really found it difficult to walk. My breath was becoming 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!” The ladies busted up laughing 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 eyelashes, 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 heard come out of mouth was, “OOFDAH!”

Both ladies just started laughing 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 Dallas?” 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 planting on the sticky bar floor. With the help of the ladies, I regained my balance and shook Tiffanies hand.

Alexa moved around from behind me, so she and Tiffany were shoulder to shoulder facing me. Both laughing at my clumsiness and discomfort. “James, you’re so pretty!” quipped Alexa. In the Female 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. Both ladies laughed 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 places 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, later Alexa.” Then she drifted around me eyes, panning me up and down. Before I knew what she was 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 play in my backyard unless you ask permission!” Tiffany shot a glance back and the good friends laughed as they parted ways for the weekend.

Stunned by what just occurred. 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.

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 accentuated her ample perky breasts. She had nicely cut black Capri pants with a black patent belt that matched her black 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 c****d an eyebrow expecting an explanation. Her hip c****d 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 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, not large but black 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 place was pointing at me saying some derivation of look at that sissy. I wanted Alexa to come 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 c****d 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 of laughter 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 young lady 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 player!” Then she made a show of slapping 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, placing 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 uproarious laughter.

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 my last step, I lifted my foot as ladies did when kissing their men in generations gone by. Alexa stepped into my spotlight and kissed my lips to complete 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 was laughing 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.” I laughed. “OK, beautiful lady, 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 placed 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 playful, beautiful lady might be driving. “Care to guess cutie?” She asked as I finished my scan of the lot. “Black 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 flashed, and I noticed it was a red Corvette convertible with black trim. “Nice!” I said making a smooth gesture. “Beautiful car for a beautiful lady!” 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 replaced 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 playfulness. 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 place. 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 glanced 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 just laughed and hurried so as not to lose her.