5 comments/  11082 views/  9 favorites

Blue Collar

By: Mexxikitten



Being the HR person for a trucking company I never ever looked at any male employee with 'interest'. They were just new hires, coworkers and people I usually never associated with and anyway I was happily married. Things changed one Monday when the operations manager advised me I would have a new hire coming in and would need to process his paperwork. He knew he was supposed to give me at least 24 hours' notice so I could clear my calendar for the time it would take to complete the paperwork, so, when the new employee appeared at my door I was slightly irritated. 

The minute I saw him my anger dissolved; he was magnificent. Usually I don't 'check out" men so blatantly because I work and interact with a lot of them. You definitely want to keep that line between management and employee. Too many times office personnel had become involved with the crews and once that happens; your reputation would be instantly tarnished -- especially if word got around to other drivers. Innocent glance or not, you do not want rumors amongst truck drivers.

Now back to him. He stood about 6'3 and was probably 250 pounds, the biggest Mexican man I had ever seen. His shoulders literally filled the doorway. He was massive. He didn't have that typical 'bodybuilder' physique, bigger top and smaller hips and legs. He was like an oak tree -- thick and strong, and I thought that I wouldn't mind climbing him. He had a rugged face; one that had seen a lot in life and his brow was heavy and covered coffee colored eyes. His hair was cut short and a little longer on top. He had a strong jaw and a slight scar on his chin that was covered by a closely trimmed goatee, I guess some would see him as menacing or unapproachable but something drew me to him. I would never contemplate cheating on my husband, especially with someone I worked with (the whole 'don't shit where you eat' factor). I am usually not attracted to men of my own race, but something ignited inside me for some reason and I knew something eventually would transpire between us. Images of him on top of me filled my mind.

"Hi Mrs. Travis I'm Samuel, I was told by Tom to come in and fill out new hire paperwork?" He was a gentle giant and I had to try and keep my thoughts in perspective.

"Yes, Sam please have a seat. You don't mind that I call you Sam, do you? Tom just informed me this morning that you were coming in, so please bear with me. This may take some time; I hope you don't have anything planned for a while?" I made eye contact with him and it seemed like he was taking inventory of me also, and it warmed a special part of me. 

"No, Sam is fine and I'm yours for as long as you need." He said with a wicked gleam in his eyes.

Those words made my heart skip a beat and a slow ache began between my legs.

It had been so long since I have flirted with anyone, much less with someone who was equally interested. It took four hours to complete his paperwork and in-between we got to know each other. I found out he was forty years old and wasn't married but he had a 'baby mama' that he lived with, but I didn't sense any passion when he spoke of her. He had two older children from an ex-wife. 

He asked me some questions to make small talk and I freely answered them. Yes I am married, no children and yes, I'm Mexican but that my husband was a 'gringo' and that's how I have the last name of Travis. He laughed at that. I could almost picture him as a boy; his smile was so easy.

After the final piece of paperwork was signed, I thanked him for being so patient and welcomed him to the company. I extended my hand and his engulfed mine, it was warm and massive and his fingers were thick and slightly calloused. He held on just a hair longer than necessary and I made eye contact with him.

"I think I am going to like working here," he stated as he turned and left my office. It felt so empty when he left, and the aroma of his cologne lingered.

Weeks passed by, and I had not seen Samuel since his hire date, but I knew he was around because I would see his time card cross my desk. Maybe it was best that way -- no temptation. I had to pull a Saturday work schedule, which gave me uninterrupted time to finish paperwork no one was expected in and all I had to do was answer the phones if they rang. I was in my office when I heard someone calling from the dispatch window. I got up and made my way to the voice and standing outside was Samuel. He was in casual clothes a t-shirt and jeans and smelling delicious. I was dressed for a casual day in the office and the t-shirt I chose to wear was a bit tight around the breasts. I was a bit self-conscious. Being a bigger woman I usually don't like drawing attention to my body, but I didn't expect to see anyone in the office.

"Hey Sam, how are you?" I was nervous all of a sudden, my heart thumping hard in my chest.

"I forgot to turn in a time sheet and I knew someone would be here on Saturday, but I didn't know it was you." He made eye contact with me and was leaning on his palms as he talked to me filling the small window and my mind started wondering what he would look like without his shirt on.

What was wrong with me? I just had sex with my husband before I came into work and here I was, acting like a bitch in heat.

"Oh you can give me the time sheet; I'll take care of it" And I walked up to the window and took the sheet from him.

"You here by yourself?" he asked acting concerned and looking around.

"Yeah, it's a bit creepy sometimes but if I stay in my office it's not so bad" I said as I crossed my arms in front of me, not realizing that I just accented the v cut shirt and my cleavage.

His eyes lit up and he licked his lips, now I know how a gazelle feels when being stalked by a lion. The sexual energy sparked between us.

"It's not right to have a woman here by herself when any driver can come in" he said a bit annoyed.

"Oh please, what man is going to attack me?" I said, unaware that I just put myself down.

"Why wouldn't they?" he came right back at me.

"Look at me Samuel, I am not a dainty little woman that can be picked up and taken advantage of." I did a hand swipe of myself and his brow creased, irritated.

"I could take you" he said in a matter of fact way.

"You are not just 'any man', someone your size is rare Sam. And anyway, even you couldn't lift me" I laughed self-consciously. 

Next thing I knew he came through the door and came at me. 

"You don't think so?" and with that he swept down and put his arms under my legs and around my waist and picked me up, with not so much as a grunt.

"Oh my god Sam put me down! You are going to hurt yourself!" I was pleading with him, not aware I as almost in tears, afraid I would hurt him.

"You couldn't hurt me." He said is face mere inches from mine. "Look I can even walk with you" and he did, he took me to my office. I could feel his arms tighten around me and I couldn't look him in his eyes.

"Ann, please look at me" he asked softly. I raised my eyes to him and then to his mouth. His lips were full and my heart was beating so fast. That was the first time he ever used my first name.

"I know you feel it" he said, his voice low almost like a caress over me. His hands were digging into my side trying to pull me closer.

"We shouldn't Sam, too many people could get hurt and I truly love my husband" I pleaded.

"Please put me down Sam, you have proven your point" and with that he slid me down his body, and I could feel his hard bulge on my tummy.

I rested my hands on his chest, but didn't move away from him. His erection was intoxicating and turned me on instantly. His chest was like a brick wall and so defined, I could feel his nipples through his tight t-shirt and I licked my lips. 

The silence between us was torturous, so many things we each wanted to say but didn't. I started to pull away and he grabbed me from behind my head and he tilted my head back so I could see his face.

"Just once Ann, so we both know. You have crossed my mind since that first day I met you, I have never met a woman I connected with so instantly. Wondering what you feel like, taste like" his thumb caressing my cheek, pulling me closer.

"It's wrong Sam, on so many levels. But ... I can't seem to resist it either." And I let him take control.

He held my face between his big hands and pressed me against the cinder wall and away from the window in my office. He had to bend down a bit to adjust to my 5'3 stature; he was so close I could feel his breath on my lips. He licked his lips and softly pressed to mine, my eyes closed relishing the pressure of his mouth on mine. My hands rested on his hips, pulling him into me and enjoying the erection poking into me and his kiss deepened. I opened my mouth and he slid his tongue in and a growl escaped, whether it was from him or me I'm not sure. I couldn't get enough of him, I wrapped my arms around his waist and his hand still cradled my head at the base of my neck and as he assaulted my mouth. It was electricity, pure sex attraction, and hunger. I sucked on his tongue, and he gripped my hair tight in his hand and pulled. The floodgate opened between my legs, and I whimpered into his mouth. He broke the kiss with a loud 'smack' and I could see my saliva glistening on his mouth. My lips burned and were swollen from the onslaught and from his goatee. Our breathing resonated in my office, and a slight hint of musk filled the air.

"Oh my god woman, I have never been kissed like that." He rested his forehead against mine.

"I could lose myself in your mouth Sam" and I slid my hands up his chest to wrap around his neck.

"I'm so wet right now, what am I supposed to do with all this?" I looked him in the eye, anxious for his response. The ache between my legs was almost uncomfortable and I could feel the slick moisture his kiss had created. He untied my yoga pants and placed his hand down my soaked panties, he immediately slipped a thick digit between my fat lips and found my hard clit. His eyes closed in ecstasy.

"I haven't been this hard in such a long time. I like how the ache feels" and he grabbed one of my hands and rubbed it against his crotch. The heat from him was intoxicating.

His rough finger stroked my swollen nubbin and he had me panting.

"Wow, you are soaked" and he pressed me harder against the wall and slipped a finger deep in me and I dug my fingers into his thick arms.

"Madre de Dios!" he growled against my neck, and proceeded to pump his finger in and out of me. Then I felt another massive finger join in. His hot breath was on my neck and my hands had worked up to his shoulders and latched on for support. He had me pressed against the wall and I could feel it biting into my shoulders.

"Oh Sam, don't stop please" I moaned, enjoying the finger fucking he was administering to me.

"I wish it was my dick inside you, pumping like this," he growled right before he took my mouth again. His tongue matched his fingers' strokes, he twisted his hand so that he was palming my pussy and his fingers were now curved inside me. He pressed his palm against my clit while his fingers stroked my G-spot that sent me over the edge and I started to release.

"Oh God...oh my god Sam!" he covered my mouth with his. My whimpers and his grunts mixed together and resonated in the office. My juices oozed over his hand and lights exploded in my brain, my legs were shaking from the orgasm. My thighs held his hand prisoner between them and he was supporting me against the wall. I was trying to catch my breath as my cheek rested against his chest and I could hear his heart thundering in his chest.

"That was ... amazing" I finally found my voice.

"Damn Ann, you are so fucking hot." He pulled his hand from my throbbing pussy, and his fingers were covered with my honey. Thick streams of cum webbed between his fingers, and I took them one by one into my mouth and cleaned him off.

"I taste good on you," I said as I licked the last finger.

"I don't think my dick could get any harder than what it is right now" and he kissed me. He could taste me on my tongue, and slowly sucked on it. My body responded again to him, I couldn't believe it I wanted him again. This time I wanted him inside me, his hard cock buried balls deep inside me.

There was a two drawer file cabinet that reached mid-thigh to me and he maneuvered me to lean against it. 

"Ann I can't seem to stop, I am aching to be inside you. I didn't plan on this getting so out of control and I can't remember the last time I wanted someone this badly." He wedged between my legs and my now soaked pants.

He leaned into me and cradled my head in his big hands and I caught a waft of my musky scent on his hands. 

"I need to be inside you Ann. If only this one time to be with you, I want to feel you wrapped around me." I could only nod my response; I wanted him so badly, too. I reached for the button of his jeans and unsnapped it. I looked up at him to make sure we were going to do what was destined to be. I licked my swollen lips and slowly pulled the zipper down; I could see the black cotton of his boxer briefs and the bulge of his engorged penis.

"Is that all for me?" I asked coyly, making eye contact with him.

"Yes, all for you. Please touch him; he aches for you," he said in a voice strained with passion. My mouth started to water. I ran my fingertip over the swollen member and it seemed to get harder and I heard him moan.

He was pure heat and sex; I could tell he was holding himself in check or he would toss me down right there and take me. I slid his pants down his legs; those massive legs, muscled and covered with dark hair. I dragged my nails over his thighs and he reached over my head for support from the wall.

"Hold onto my shoulders for support"" I suggested. I gently pushed him back a few steps as I dropped to my knees in front of him, my mouth starting to salivate.

'Oh god Ann, what are you doing?!" he couldn't hide the amazement in his voice as I was positioning myself in front of his erection.

"I...I have to know Sam, I have to know what you taste like. I haven't had another cock in my mouth in years, please don't stop me?" I gripped the waistband of the briefs and started to pull them down.

"I couldn't stop you if I wanted to right now," he said, almost to himself.

Once I pulled his briefs down over his hips his cock sprung from its cotton containment. I could see there was a droplet of pre-cum seeping from the tip. I moistened my lips and gripped his enormous cock. He was velvet, circumcised steel. My hand wrapped around his shaft and, if I didn't have long nails, the tips of my fingers wouldn't have touched. I ran my tongue around the gorgeous mushroom head, and cleaned off the slightly salty juice.

"Mmmmm" I moaned as I delved in to take more in. I covered his bulbous tip and slowly sucked. I could hear him struggling to hold in his exhilaration and I was in heaven. He was hot and hard and so silky smooth. I could feel his hand on one shoulder and the other holding the back of my head, the vision before me was magnificent. His head thrown back, sweet ecstasy on his face, He held up his shirt so it wasn't in my face and I could see his firm belly. I closed my eyes and proceeded to bring him to the brink of cumming; I wanted to taste him.

On my knees, looking up at him I was going to give him the best memory of his life. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and slapped it on my swollen lips. His musk was on my breath and I cupped his balls and sucked on each one.

"Oh shit Ann, so amazing" he growled and now his hand was supporting him on the wall. I could tell he couldn't take much more and he grabbed me by my shoulders and pulled me up. He reached for my pants and with a strong yank he pulled both panty and pants down. He reached behind him and slammed my office door closed to make sure no one could bother us. 

He lifted me by my waist and sat me on the file drawer, and pulled on leg of the pants and panties off my leg.

"I can't wait any longer Ann, I need to be inside you!" all I could do was nod in response. I wrapped my free leg around his waist and he rubbed the tip of his cock against my moist slit, and then buried his thick cock inside me. Now, my husband is a pretty generous size, but Sam's cock was enormous and I gasped when he was balls-deep inside me.

"Oh shit... you are so tight Ann," he groaned as he paused for a moment to enjoy my pussy muscles tightening around him and then he started to pound me. His strong arm was wrapped around my leg and I had a strong grip on the sides of the file cabinet.

"Yes Sam, fuck me... fuck me hard," I cried out. And he complied.

The sound of bodies slamming against each other echoed in the office, juices spouting, moans and grunts chorused. His balls slapped against my ass and his thighs rammed the file cabinet, which took the brunt of the punishment.

"Oh fuck Ann, I'm going to cummmmm," he groaned as his orgasm hit and I could feel his hot load deposited inside me, I tightened my muscles around him so I got every last drop. I had both legs wrapped around him and his hands were above my head, leaning on the wall. We both gasped and breathed in the funky aroma of raw sex that had permeated my small office.

He looked down at me with a smile on his face and I could only reply with my own.

"That was amazing," he breathed, trying to regain some control.

"Just as I had imagined how it would be, if not better" I smiled and he released my legs from around him and I sat up on the file cabinet.

"You imagined having sex with me?" he asked as he pulled himself together, and zipped up his pants.

"Many, many times and I'm slightly embarrassed to admit it" I scooted off the cabinet and slipped my panties and pants on.

"Well you aren't the only one who's had that fantasy" he smiled and pulled me into his arms, and kissed me. I could feel myself getting worked up again and his kiss became more intense. I unfastened his arms from around me and gathered my thoughts.

"You realize this can only be a one-time thing?" I had to bring us back to reality.

"Yes, I know. It will be hard because there is so much more I want to do with you." The disappointment in his voice touched me. He opened the office door and we walked out going our separate ways. Deep down inside I knew there would be another encounter.

Blue Collar Dream



As he sat he sat at the bar, he thought about the days events. From getting up that morning to go to a job he hated, to the phone call from his ex-wife, to having to go home to an empty house again. He was drifting in thought, just staring in the mirror behind the bar when the door opened. To his surprise in walked a beautiful woman. She was dressed in a business suit that made her look almost out of place in there. "Thank god everyone's gone home,” he thought to himself "Or she wouldn't stay long." 

He continued in his thoughts and his beer while looking at her seated behind him in the mirror. It wasn't long until he realized that she was she was paying more than casual attention to the backside of him. The bartender stopped and asked him if he wanted another beer and he said, "Give the lady one of what ever she’s drinking, too."

When the bartender sat her glass down in front of her she spoke up, telling the man "Thank you". "You must be awful lonely to buy a stranger a drink so you don't have to drink alone."

"Tell me your name" he replied "Then we won't be strangers anymore."

"No" she said, "Names aren't needed yet. Its better that way." 

As they both sipped at their drinks and made small conversation they found out about each other’s jobs. Here he was, a lowly factory worker talking to a traveling businesswoman. Her job being a trainer for the phone company meant that she traveled all over the country and never stayed in one city very long. "Great" he thought to himself "Just as you finally meet someone decent you find out they will be gone tomorrow."

At about midnight, after a couple hours of chatting, he excused himself saying that he had to be to work at six in the morning and had to go home to bed. "It was nice meeting you and thanks for the conversation,” he said finishing his beer and heading for the door.

Outside he took his time walking to his pick up, slowly getting his keys out. All the time he was listening for the sound of her footsteps following him. He got into the truck, looked up see if she was there but she was nowhere in sight. With that he turn the ignition to start the vehicle and drove home.

All the next day he couldn't keep his mind off the image he had seen in the mirror the night before when the bar door had opened. The more he tried to forget it the more her face, form and voice haunted him.

The man never went to the bar after work two days in a row but on that day he couldn't fight the urge to stop for "just one" to see if she might be there. As he walked in the back door he looked down the room taking an inventory of all the faces in the place. He didn't see her and turned to leave but was overcome by the urge to have that "just one". "It won't hurt to stay for a bit,” he thought as he sat down at the bar and ordered a beer.

He nursed the bottle until it was so warm from his hand that he couldn't take another drink. Setting the bottle on the rail he stood and headed out the door he had come in. 

As he walked out in to the sunlight he saw someone standing next to his truck. As he neared it he saw it was to mysterious lady that he had met the night before. "I thought I was going to have to come in there and get you" she said when he walked up. Not know what to say he stood there motionless except for the stirring in his groin. Silently he opened the door and motioned for her to get in.

"Where are we going?" he asked when he pulled out of the parking lot. "The Rest Easy Motel" she replied. "You sure?" he asked and when he didn't get any answer he made a u-turn in the street and headed to the motel.

The only question in his mind on the way to the motel was "Why me?". And as they reached their destination he got his answer. "You've had that puzzled look on your face for three blocks now and I know the question is 'why?’” she stated. "The answer is I wanted you last night but you didn't seem to show any interest so after you left I asked the bartender if you were gay or something. When he said 'no' I decided to stay in town one more day to see if you could be enticed into my room".

This was all very new and strange to him as the ladies that he was used to being around would never dare to make the first move but this self confidant mystery woman seemed to make it feel natural.

Upon entering the room, even before the door closed, she had her arms wrapped around his neck, her lips on his. He had to catch his breath, being startled by her sudden aggressiveness. Not that he didn't enjoy it, just that the action took him by surprise. The door was shut, their clothes were being shed, he thought to himself "If I wake up in the middle of this and its all a dream, I'm gonna be pissed!” and then he helped her down to the bed.

In the dim light of the room he could see the fine curves of her body and with his finger, lightly began to trace them. From her shoulder down her arm to the elbow, returning up the back side to the base of her neck, up her neck to her jaw and around to her chin. Continuing his journey from her chin down her neck and between her breasts slowly drawing the outline of each one in slow spirals in to the nipple but not touching it, letting it become erect on it own. Leaving her breasts he traveled on towards the indent of her navel. Replacing his fingers with his tongue he teased her navel with tiny licks and probes causing her to unintentionally arch her back and let out a soft moan. The taste of her skin was enough to make him hurry his journey to his goal but he made himself slow down and resume his pace.

From her belly his tongue began to flick and flutter its way lower and lower past the tuft of hair atop her sex to her thighs and beyond, all the way to her ankle. Coming back up the other leg he began to nip and gently bite at the flesh of her calves and inner thighs, bring louder moans causing her to spread her legs apart. As he neared where her legs came together he could smell and see the glistening wetness of her arousal. With one deft lick he parted her lips and began to tease her clit with rapid swipes of his tongue and occasional nibbles with his lips.

After some time he rolled her over and getting to his knees he again began to trace the beautiful curves of her form with his tongue. Starting at the top of her ankle he moved ever so slowly up her legs, stopping to pay particular attention to backs of her knees before moving onward to the soft mounds of her cheeks. Prying the cheeks apart he ran his tongue around and over the wrinkles of her anus, repeatedly probing and caressing bring louder cries of ecstasy from the woman. Moving on he traced the line of her spine all the way to the nape of her neck, stopping to place small kisses all over her neck and then behind her ears he lightly used his tongue again, bringing still more moans and sighs from the lady that was the object of his attentions.

Raising her head and turning to her side the woman reached and pulled him close to her, whispering "Please". Rolling to her back she spread her legs inviting him to enter her. Together they began to move as if they were one, searching for the release of orgasm that they both needed and desired.

On into the evening and then the night they enjoyed each other’s affections and attentions until finally drifting into a comfortable but exhausted sleep.

When he awoke with a start the next morning, it took a few seconds to realize where he was. A smile came to his face remembering the events of the night before and rolling over he found that he was alone in the bed and after checking also the room. He got up and took a long shower waiting to see if she would return, knowing that she wouldn't. Stopping at the desk he to turn in the key he asked the clerk who the room had been rented to. Looking it up the clerk replied "A Miss Smith." 

As he drove away he chuckled to himself and thought, "I didn't even get her name!" And off to work he went not hating his job as much that day as every other day.



Blue Collar Girl



“Shit,” Randy muttered to herself as she wheeled herself out from underneath the ’96 Mustang. 

She grabbed a dirty rag and a wrench and scooted back under the vehicle just as the door to her mechanic’s garage opened.

“Be with you in just a sec,” Randy yelled out to the visitor as she tightened a hose and wiped up some fluid. 

“Take your time,” rumbled a deep, sonorous voice that made Randy shiver. The voice had a smooth, velvety quality – a bedroom voice, Randy’s mom had always said. Her mom also had said that Randy had that voice as well.

Randy took a glance at the shoes of the man attached to the voice. They were work boots, dirty, steel-toed, with a pair of jeans draped over the well-worn laces. ‘Well,’ she thought, ‘at least I know he’s not the hoity-toity type.’ 

Randy couldn’t stand pretentious people. Maybe it was her upbringing in a blue-collar home, where her dad was a mechanic and her mom kept the house; maybe it was that people who made more money than she did seemed to think they were better. Either way, she knew she was ruder to her upper-class customers. They generally came in with little or no knowledge about their fancy-ass cars and then told her she was all out of line when it took her two days to find the problem. This guy probably had something seriously wrong with his car, but at least he’d know what it was. She decided she liked him already, even if he didn’t measure up to his voice.

She finished up under the car, grunted, wiped her face on her sleeve, and slowly moved into the open. She glanced over at her new customer as she emerged.

“Holy shit,” she muttered again before she thought. The guy was absolutely gorgeous. His jeans, dirty though they were, were slung low on his hips. He wore no shirt, and his smooth abdomen was shiny with sweat that reflected the glow of the late afternoon sun. He was deeply tanned, and from where he was leaning against Randy’s desk, he looked like a model. His face was finely chiseled and square-shaped – Randy had once read that such a face denoted virility – and he was watching her with some amusement. 

Randy quickly rose to her feet and tried to clear her mind, but she couldn’t take her eyes from his. He had a piercing gaze that pinned her in place like a prisoner. 

Then he moved. In one sensuous motion, he was in inches from Randy. His mouth opened and he began to speak, but Randy was still so transfixed that she only caught the last word.

“I… I’m sorry, what?” Randy stuttered, finally coming to her senses.

“I said I didn’t expect to see a woman come out of there,” came the rumbling response.

“Oh,” Randy grinned, finally regaining control of her voice, if not her body. “You’re not the first person to make that mistake.”

“You’ve got a great voice,” he continued. “I’m Justin.”

“Randy,” she said, extending her hand. “Very glad to meet you, Justin… what brings you here?”

“Got a problem with my trammie. It’s a Ford F-150, about 8 years old.”

“Well, that’s pretty normal. Want me to poke around a bit, see what comes up?” 

The innuendo was not lost on Justin, who raised an eyebrow and got a dirty twinkle in his eye.

“If you’ve got a while. I wouldn’t want to put you out.”

Justin let his intense gaze break from Randy for a moment to glance around her cluttered garage.

“Oh, you wouldn’t be. This was my last car for today, so I think I can manage to do something for you, if you like…,” Randy let her eyes rove over Justin’s body, pausing at his crotch, before she walked to her desk and retrieved a bottle of water. She felt him watching her as she tipped her head back and drank a good portion of the water, so for good measure, she slowly poured some over her face and hair and down the front of her sweaty blue T-shirt. She tossed her short brunette hair, spraying water in a semi-circle, then turned back to Justin. “Ready to go?”

“Hell, yes,” Justin growled as he came toward her, his calloused hands grabbing her around the waist and yanking her to his glistening body. His rough, cracked lips descended on hers in a forcible embrace. 

Randy immediately began to climb him. His hands lowered to her ass, and he lifted her onto his hips, slamming her back into the Mustang.

“Fuck,” she muttered, pushing herself off of the car. Justin spun her around and dropped her on her cluttered desk. With one sweep of his massive hand, he cleared all the papers, phone, and calculator from the site, then began to unbutton his jeans.

“The door,” Randy gasped as she ripped her shirt over her head and began removing her shoes.

Justin paused with his pants unzipped just long enough to close and lock the doors – he even flipped the “Open” sign to “Closed” – then stumbled out of the rest of his clothes on the way back to Randy’s desk. Randy had managed to remove her shoes and pants, but was still in her sheer blue fabric thong and matching bra. Justin fit himself back between her legs and removed her bra in one swift motion, tossing it aside, where it caught on a tool hook and dangled tantalizingly.

Randy’s tits dropped heavily once her bra was removed, but they immediately received the attention of Justin, who began to suckle at her them viciously. He used his teeth to rake across her areolas, then bit her nipples hard enough to make Randy scream in ecstasy and pain. She raked her fingernails over his back, leaving red lines in their place. Justin responded fiercely, biting at Randy’s neck and chin. She arched her neck, pressing her body into his, feeling her twat fill with hot liquor.

Her sopping panties quickly drew Justin’s notice. Rather than remove them, Justin simply ripped the thin material off of her body and knelt in front of her, using his dry tongue to scrape across Randy’s delicate skin. He gulped noisily and hungrily of her never-ending juices, pressing his thumb back and forth across her clit and urging her to a wild orgasm. 

Randy slammed her twat into his face as she came, screaming and grunting loudly as Justin bit, sucked and lapped all her liquor into his greedy, now-moist mouth. 

Just as Randy normally would have insisted on relaxing for a few moments, Justin began again. With almost painful intensity, Randy’s clit pulsed ever more juices out for Justin’s delight. She began to moan loudly with every lap of his eager tongue, which encouraged him on with more rapidity and power. She came again a few moments later, then grabbed him by the hair and thrust her face onto his, despite her liquor seeping from his lips. As he thrust his tongue into her mouth, she bit down, eliciting a wild groan from her new lover. 

Justin pulled away and yanked Randy off of the desk. He threw her in her desk chair and shoved his cock toward her face. Randy grabbed it, raked her nails up the bottom vein, then swallowed the organ whole, using her tongue to press against his balls and suck backwards toward his head. Justin braced himself by widening his stance, then half-closed his eyes and began to breathe heavily as Randy massaged his balls with her hand and worked intensely to make him cum.

A minute later, Justin groaned heavily and blew his load deep in Randy’s throat. She drank most of it, then allowed some to be shot onto her face and chest, using her fingers to spread around and clean up the larger globs.

“Oh shit,” Justin said, watching her. Randy knew it wouldn’t take long before he’d be ready to go again, and she was already dripping. She rose, sipped some water, then repositioned herself on the edge of the desk, her legs spread wide and the lips of her twat begging for attention. She licked each of her fingers one at a time while Justin frantically pumped his cock, urging it back to life so he could fuck Randy’s eager cunt. As his cock began to rise, Randy pushed two of her fingers into her hole, gyrating her hips and allowing her fingers to be coated with liquor before she lifted them to Justin’s lips for him to suck dry. 

She did this several more times before, without warning, Justin grabbed her ass and rammed his cock into her twat. The force drove Randy backwards, and she let out a cry of pain as he filled her. Justin pulled out of her hole slowly, then slammed himself back in. He continued this pattern, each shove urging a new moan from Randy. Her body was now coated in sweat, and her tits bounced enticingly with each thrust from Justin’s hips. Randy spread her legs wider so she could reach a hand around his cock while he pumped, and he reached one hand to her tit to pinch and twist her nipple. The pain was excruciating, but exciting, and Randy came almost instantly.

“Fuck, yeah,” Randy grunted out between pants as Justin sped up his efforts. She came once more – she hadn’t known she could possibly cum this much – before Justin threw his body backwards and let out a huge moan. Randy felt his cock throb inside of her as he emptied himself again and she leaned back to accept as much as she could. In spite of her efforts, though, some cum slipped out and dribbled to the concrete floor.

Justin pulled out of her, and Randy leaned forward to suck him dry. As soon as he was completely empty, they both sat down and rested. A few minutes later, Randy rose and began to dress, without her ripped panties and bra. She tucked those inside Justin’s pants pockets, then handed his jeans to him so he could put them back on.

“Now,” she said with a smile, “what was wrong with your truck?”



Blue Collar Succubus



I sat in my excavator, my face a mask of concentration. With haste I dug the loose rock to uncover the precious minerals beneath. 

'Such an engaging look' a voice breathed into my ear. I looked up into a mirror and saw it filled with her. My neck broke out in goose pimples from her cool breath and a reminder of who held me in my seat. Her arms and legs had been around my body all morning in a loving, warm and safe embrace.

As I continued to operate the large digger with dexterous fingers, I felt her smooth firm thighs as they held me in their grip, her warm skin gently rubbing against my sides.

"Coming up on smoko, make this your last load fellas" I said into my two-way to my assigned trucks. It was then I felt a warm, wet tongue flick over the back of my ear lobe, preceding her sublime voice "Hmm so much moved, you should be rewarded my love". A series of soft kisses on said ear and my neck forced me to sigh in relaxation as the last of the rear dumpers began the slow drive to the stockpile to unload.

My hands released the controls of the great machine to caress the wonderful thighs that held me so secure in the cab "As long as we get some cool water.." I looked up into the mirror again and smiled before leaning back into her loving embrace. I could feel her out worldly soft breasts as they pressed into my back, her fanged smile seemed to mirror image her short horns protruding from her head. "As long as I get what I want, cool water is the least I want to do for you"

'Such a one tracked mind' I thought as I smiled, turning to her to meet her lips in a soft, slow kiss, her amazing lips opened to allow her tongue to caress mine, my breath catching in my throat at her sublime passion she keeps close to her surface.

With immense effort I break the kiss and slip out of the grip of her thighs, her beautiful dark thighs, and walk back to the door. I feel her move and grunt a little as I feel her jump onto my back "Piggy back ride!" she claims with excitement, her arms and legs seeming to have a will of their own to be around me. "Well hold on tight Vocera, I don't wanna drop you.. let alone from this height" I open the cab doors and slip my sunnies on to look around. It was another beautiful, bright sunny hot day at the mine. It was as big as far as the eye could see, the heat and dust more than anyone could ever want.

Vocera the succubus slipped a hand to shield her eyes "So where shall we go for lunch? We have sixty minutes to spend doing something.." She giggled a little before applying a soft kiss to the back of my neck; so soft it felt like sunscreen.

"Lets get down to the ground first and figure something out hey?" I walk along the great machine before descending slowly, lest I harm this demon on my back. Not that she would mind pain at all, but being 6'11" I could never fully trust stairs, let alone flimsy metal stairs tacked onto the side of this eight hundred tonne excavator.

I feel her grip me a little tighter as we make it down to the ground where she slips off my back "Mmm thanks Nick, you are my true hero" she turns to face me with a smile and pulls me down for another slow, melting kiss before we walk to our parked car. 

My mind always a little numb after such repetitious work, I follow her, my eyes firmly resting on her wide hips, her smooth bare back and her 'bare as born' ass and tail. Like her thighs it seemed to have a life of its own on the demon girl seeming to put my mind further at ease with its hypnotic sway. As usual though, whenever near her, I was never at ease...

"So lunch... how about we head over to 12 South to the water there?" I asked her once we were in and driving out of the pit. "Sounds wonderful" She smiled. 12 South was home to a small oasis in the mine, an oddly natural water spring surrounded by Eucalypts and some demonic trees, it was one spot I liked and had not had a chance to go there for lunch for quite some time now. 

Vocera turned to smile at me from her seat "Sounds like a date Mister. I packed us a picnic lunch today!" She said with pride. Smiling back, I turn onto the main haul road and kick the 4x4 hard to get us there quick. 

Passing several rear dumpers and other cars, I noticed all were occupied with blokes similar to me... and demons similar to her. We all have our duty in this day and age.

"Heeyyyyy Vocera..." She turns to me again and raises an eyebrow "Why is it you do not need to .. wear... high vis-" looking at her extreme nakedness she giggles at my attempt at questioning her on her lack of work clothes "Oh I think you know baby, these are not easy to miss, are they?" She smirks as she cups her full soft breasts, easily as big as my head before giving them a squeeze "And I have been working out so much I can't seem to get my butt to look any better". Succubus are impossible to miss. Still, the hot sun always seemed a little uncomfortable to me even without the heat. To her though, she couldn't get enough of it.

We turn off to the oasis of 12 South and park our ute. Vocera jumps out like a kid arriving at a park and grabs the picnic basket before skipping up to near the waters edge. Watching her I follow into the shade of a Red Gum and a Slickleaf, a demonic plant known for its broad shady leaves... and an innate intelligence. 

"Well this is nice" I said as we spread a blanket on the ground. Watching her kneel down next to the basket she starts unpacking our lunch. Some areas of the mine are decreed as 'Safe Zones', allowing workers to relax and unwind. I strip my shirt off along with my boots socks jeans and boxers. "Damn Mister... that gym work we do sure is paying off.." I smile as she licks her lips hungrily. Being a miner my strength is always important. Keeping not only in shape but as fit as possible manifests as a daily task.

With a smile on her cute lips I kneel behind her, sliding against her back my arms slip around her waist to caress her. Her head leaning back onto my shoulder she sighs gently , her black-as-midnight eyes closing, her lips opening as my hands massage her body gently. I feel her hands slide over my legs behind her, reaching higher before stopping and squeezing me a little "mmmm we should east first, before I can't stop.." I feel a smirk on my lips and flick my tongue over her ear lobe "Yes indeed' I whisper before kissing her neck with a smile. Payback... I think with a grin.

We both said down facing each other as we ate out lunch, it being punctuated with my murmurs of appreciation as to how good it is. Finishing, I lay back on the blanket and close my eyes, feeling Vocera slink closer then slide atop me, coming to rest with her head on my chest and my hard cock trapped between her thighs. "Isn't this nice..." I tease in an innocent voice 

"I think it's time to make me feel nice now" she says. I open my eyes and see her grin, her hips undulate a little, sliding her ever wet pussy against my length in slow firm strokes. 

"Ahhh.. hmmm..."

She giggles a little, continuing her slow movements, her pussy rubbing her wetness into my incredibly hard cock. Her soft breasts press into my chest. Responding, I lift my hands to her shoulders, caressing her arms and hair, groaning quietly as she massages my cock harder still.

Sliding up my body She kisses hard. I respond with a whimper at her passion, her lips and very essence sucking, tugging on my soul. I can only kiss her back with equal passion. She is my Succubus after all, no one knows me better.

She opens her abyss like eyes and stares into me. Caught in their glare I stare back into her as she raises her hips and engulfs my cock. Staring, I inhale sharply as I feel her incredible tightness and heat around me, increasing, surrounding me. Her fingers move, their tips brushing over my face as her pussy squeezes my cock with slow movements. The feeling was unimaginable, even after so many times... My eyes had started to close a little as she continues her movements. Suddenly I felt a pair of very hard nipples pressing into my chest, followed by a soft pair of lips upon my throat. managing a small whimper I could not even lift my hands to touch her as she manipulated my body and cock.

"Mmm I will have your orgasm" she murmured, sliding her legs and feet against me, he hungry pussy continued to massage my cock, her hips rolled against me milking my cock eliciting another deep moan from my throat. 

"Fuck. How does she do that?" I thought, opening my eyes to see her lithe form against mine, undulating, squirming, massaging me. 

Her fanged teeth had found my skin, bringing a grimace to my face every time she took a nip, and a desperate grunt whenever she pressed harder.

And then I felt it

Her pointed tail , once caressing my legs had slid up to gently cup and squeeze my balls. Forming around them she seemingly had created a second mouth to suck upon them just as her hips worked my cock to new heights.

"AHHHHH!!!!!" 

"Yes that's it baby, cum for meeeee"

My body shuddered under hers, her body seemed to vibrate as we both had a massive orgasm rip through our bodies, my cock spewing hard and deep inside her, he relentless pussy not stopping until it had extracted all it could from my cock and balls. My mouth hung open, my mind blanked in pure ecstasy as she had her way.

"Oohhh looks like you enjoyed that" 

I gasped for a breath before opening my eyes, she had sat up upon me, her dark hands caressing my chest, her tail continues to stroke my legs and feet. A big smile had been seemingly plastered onto her face. I managed a weak smile back to her before lifting my hands to grip her hips, pulling her off my cock with a wet slurping sound and a whimper from her.

"Must be the understatement of the year" I mumbled. Then before I knew it she was in my arms, our lips pressed together in a deep, passionate kiss. I moaned softly as our tongues explored the others and our lips, my hands gliding over her back and through her short dark hair. 

Out of habit I grazed a fingertip over one of her horns, cutting it slightly. She broke the kiss with a smile before gently taking my hand and extending her tongue over the cut, healing it instantly.

"You know I love you" she says as she kneels up

"Well I love you more" I say with defiance. Standing up slowly I slip back into my work clothes with reluctance while she repacks our picnic.

Once finished we both stand up and embrace, my lips kissing her hot cheek. 

"Ready?"

"Uh huh, four more hours to go!"

With a look of determination on my face we both jump into our vehicle and head back to work.



Blue Collar Town



by Philip Johnson





            Chapter One 





Portsmouth, Ohio. It's a blue collar town where the south flowing Scioto River joins the mighty Ohio River. Take away the rivers and there never would have been a reason for a town being built there to start with. Like so many times over the last few years I came in from Slab Run Road onto highway fifty two and passed the sign welcoming me to town adding the not so impressive statistic, population twenty one thousand. Of course that sign has been up so long now it's anybody's guess how many there really are. Crime is up along with the taxes and the chief of police is in the hot seat with the building sentiment that a change in city leadership is needed. 

It's a Friday in early April. The weather is getting nicer but it's still cool and unpredictable, and I'm on my way back to town to meet Mel my best buddy for dinner. I pull in at the River View café and find him in our usual booth. "Hey Mel." 

"Russ." 

"You're earlier than usual." 

"I snuck out." 

"Hell you own the place so I don't think that should be too hard." 

"We're kind of busy but it's Friday." 

"Sounds like maybe I should open a body shop too." 

"And give up your exciting life in administration?" 

"Oh it's exciting alright. Just today for example one of the secretaries hurt herself with a staple remover." 

"See that's a good example." 

"I can't wait until somebody tangles with a file drawer." 

"Sounds bloody." 

"Not exactly like our days in the army is it." 

"Not exactly. Well that wasn't exactly exciting either but we had our share of fun." 

That started us reminiscing again and Mel said, "Remember us carrying little Layton Parmeter on that stretcher?" 

"At a dead run no less." 

"I thought that kid would kill us afterward." 

"But the instructor liked our style." 

"Damn right." 

"Have you talked to Layton lately?" 

"A couple of weeks ago actually. His divorce is finally done so he's feeling pretty good." 

"You know you'd think with all that medical training we would have ended up as nurses or something after we got out of the Army." 

"I kind of wish I would have done that too." 

"It isn't too late you know." 

"Yeah it is for me. I can't imagine going back to college for two years now." 

"I can't see me doing that either so now I save cars and trucks instead of lives." 

"You know when I think back now we had a hell of a good time on our weekend passes." 

"If I tried to live like that now it would kill me." 

"And that was only what...ten, twelve years ago?" 

"Yeah something like that. I don't even want to get that drunk again let alone chase those skaggy women." 

"I don't think Sandy or Alana would put up with it either." 

"No we'd both be dead in no time." 

"Are the four of us going out for dinner tomorrow night?" 

"Last I knew we were." 

"And we're going to look at that piece of property in the morning?" 

"About ten if that works for you." 

"Be at your place at ten then."

Most weekends would find Alana, my girlfriend, and me together and frequently with Mel and Sandy for dinner at least and sometimes cards. Some people could look forward to exotic experiences or travel to places half way around the world. For Alana and me it was more likely that we would go camping in the Wayne National Forest or when we could we'd head for the mountains in West Virginia or North Carolina. And when possible Mel and Sandy would join us on those camping adventures. It wasn't that I didn't have dreams and goals. I had dreams in abundance and at least a few goals that I considered attainable at some point in my life. 

One of the ways to those goals involved Mel. We were going to build a house and sell it. If that went okay then we'd do another one and so on. It was a simple straightforward plan actually. Of course that meant that we had to find a piece of land to build on and then get the financing to start our dream of financial success. It was that search for property that had us parked along the edge of the road north of town on highway three thirty five. We were quiet a minute as we surveyed the property. The sign said Forrester Realty and it was a two acre parcel. "Okay Russ what's your first impression?" 

"Flat, well drained and frontage on a nice road only a few miles from town." 

"And what else?" 

"I give, what else?" 

"It's only a couple of miles from the south end of the Portsmouth airport." 

"But that's far enough that the air traffic should be pretty high up by this point."

"We'll see." 

"And it isn't what you'd call a large airport." 

"I'll give you that.

We got out and walked the few feet onto the open land and stood there trying to imagine a house sitting at one end of the parcel of land. "Simple two story Mel?" 

"I think so. That will keep the costs down a little and make it easier to sell." "This is going to be a lot more than building your little cabin at the lake." 

"That's for damn sure." 

"Of course that place only took us a few weeks to build too. You been up there lately?" 

"Not for awhile. I'll probably end up finishing the place and selling it. All it is now is a worry after that hunter decided to shoot out the windows that time." 

While we stood there looking around a couple of small jets had come over and Mel mentioned, "The noise issue from the airport doesn't seem like it would be 

an issue." 

"I don't think so either. If that turns off a buyer then he can't be very serious to begin with." 

Then Mel pointed to the north and said, "Well except for that plane, damn he's low." It was only a second later when he added, "Oh shit he's coming down and he's going to try to land on the highway." I was looking around to find us a place to escape to but there was nothing more than a shallow ditch between the property and the roadside. What had looked like a small single engine plane was now a not so small twin engine monster hurling itself straight toward us. 

"Mel into the ditch man that's all we can do." We dove into the ditch, took one last look at the onrushing threat and then put our faces in the dirt and covered our heads with our arms.













         Chapter Two







The next thing we experienced was a thundering crash and piles of dirt and pieces of the plane pouring over us and then a sudden eerie silence. When we looked up we saw the plane in three large pieces spread out over several hundred feet. As the air cleared we could also see many smaller pieces scattered around the property that we said we wanted to buy and even into the adjoining fields. Neither of us spoke as we jumped up and shook the dirt off before racing toward the now burning front half of the plane. It was like we were suddenly back in the Army and this was a rescue exercise. We still didn't speak because we didn't need to. 

We both knew the metal could be hot as a stove top so we tried not to touch it as we entered what was left of the plane. Neither of us took the time to count the people but instead focused on getting whoever we encountered free of the carnage before the fire engulfed the whole thing. The first person we saw was a large man. He was unconscious at the very least so we teamed up and worked to get him free and dragged him far enough that he wouldn't die from the fire. Then it was back in and each of us went for the next person. My next one was a guy of smaller stature and I untangled him from the wreckage and deposited him next to the first guy as Mel came out with a woman. On we went until we had six people lined up on the ground. I knew where there was one more and Mel went for the pilot next. "Mel don't try it man the fire is too hot up there." 

"I'll be careful." My last rescue was another woman and was light enough that I had her free of the mess in short order and headed back to help Mel. I couldn't get far enough past the now growing flames but in spite of that here came Mel dragging the pilot. I grabbed hold and the two of us got clear of the heat. 

To my amazement when we deposited the pilot on the ground next to the others the first woman was standing up and staring at the plane. I went over to her to get her to lie down but she shrugged me off and just asked, "Did you see my briefcase?" 

"Your what?" 

"My briefcase." 

"Lady I wasn't looking at luggage I was a little busy." 

"Please see if you can see it. It is so very vital that I keep that." I looked at her like she was crazy and said, "You do realize the damn plane is an inferno." 

"I know but please just do your best and look around." I didn't know if she was in shock and talking out of her head or not. I shook my head in disbelief and then went back and got as close as I dared. I could see a lot of the luggage and most of it was burning. But there on the fringe was a briefcase. A now not so 

shiny metal oversized briefcase that looked more like a small suitcase. Whether or not it was hers I had no idea but by getting on my belly and crawling to it I managed to get it and then retreat a safe distance before I stood up. 

I looked at what was in my hand and walked over to her like it was no big deal. "Is this yours?" 

"Oh my God you found it, yes that's mine." She took it and held it close to her and then started to fall. I caught her and helped her to lie in the weeds as she said, "I don't know what's the matter with me it seems I'm a little dizzy." I couldn't believe this woman. She'd just survived a plane crash, and she was puzzled that she'd be dizzy. We could hear sirens in the distance so I just stayed with the conscious woman as Mel sat down and peeled off his burned shirt. It looked to me like he was burned pretty badly but he was holding his own. The lady turned to me and said, "Thank you for saving me." 

"It was our pleasure." That was kind of lame of me to say but what else could I say to her? 

She handed her vital briefcase to me and asked, "Would you keep this safe for me?" I took it and just nodded. "Whatever you do, do not give it to anybody else. I don't care who they are or who they claim to be. No one and I mean no one else is to touch that but you and me." 

"Okay." 

"Promise me that?" 

"I promise I'll keep it safe for you." 

"I'll come for it as soon as my injuries are tended to. I'm Vicki Gallegar by the way." 

"I'm Russ Gantry, nice to meet you Vicki." 

"Russ are the other's..." 

"I don't know. They're all unconscious at the least but that's all I know." The first paramedics arrived and I pointed them toward the others and continued to stay with Vicki who seemed to be getting weaker as time passed.

Within minutes after the first paramedics arrived the field was a sea of activity. Paramedics were focusing on the other five passengers leaving Mel, Vicki and me for last. Vicki watched the other woman be treated and then loaded onto a gurney. When they came past us she said, "I'm her mother, how is she?" 

They didn't stop but offered, "She's still alive ma'am and not badly burned" and they kept going. They finally tended to Mel and he was soon on his way to the hospital and then Vicki and I soon followed. My burns weren't serious but they hurt like hell for the next couple of days. Mel's burns were a little worse from pulling the pilot free but he too only suffered with a lot of pain for a few days and he was missing a lot of hair. It was a gruesome and bloody scene and unfortunately the pilot, along with five others, didn't survive the crash and fire. 

The news people were lying in wait and were interviewing me as soon as I left the emergency department some hours later and then did the same with Mel. All I wanted to do was go home and take another pain pill and hide. Once I was home and had rested a couple of hours I looked at the briefcase and wondered what could be in it that was so vitally important. With all of the emphasis Vicki had put on keeping it from others made me a little nervous. Why would she have to be so emphatic about that? It felt heavy in my hands and the urge to open it was strong. So strong in fact that I took it to the garage and with the aid of my ladder I hid it in the rafters amid a stack of insulation rolls. Once I was back inside I felt a little silly to have done that but I left it there where it was out of my sight. If nothing else that helped me to control my temptation to look in it.

By Wednesday of the next week Mel felt better and the four of us gathered at my place for dinner. We lingered over coffee before dinner and he asked me, "So what do you think of that piece of property now?" I had to laugh at that one. 

"I'd say we keep looking." 

"Yeah I would too. By the way channel thirty is running an update on the crash at six." 

"We'll have to see what they say." Alana kissed my cheek and said, "Maybe we'll get to see you heroes on television again." 

"Once is enough of that as far as I'm concerned." Alana was especially attentive to me after the crash but at first she was afraid she'd hurt me if she 

touched me. But other than having fire singed eyebrows and hair I didn't look much different and the pain was all but gone by Monday. 

We all gathered around the television and waited for the six o'clock news to give their update on the plane crash. They started off by giving a quick review of the event and showed a short video of the crash site. Then as the camera zoomed into the reporter's face we learned that the now deceased Charles Gallegar, Vicki's husband was suspected of drug trafficking among other illegal activities. The big guy, the first one that Mel and I pulled from the plane was Larry Quartos, his body guard. They went on to mention some of the other passengers but didn't connect them to Larry or Vicki other than as acquaintances. Then they showed a new clip of them interviewing Nicole, the daughter of Charles. We had been quiet as their story unfolded but when I saw Nicole appear on screen I muttered, "Holy shit" as I continued to stare. My reaction made Alana look at me and I said, "She sure didn't look like that when I carried her from the plane." 

"Settle down lover." 

Mel reinforced my reaction by adding, "Damn that woman cleans up pretty nice." 

In a somewhat haughty tone Sandy said, "It's amazing what a lot of makeup will do." 

Mel shook his head and said, "She doesn't need a lot of make up." We continued to stare at her but our talking had overpowered most of what she had said. 

Sandy gave Mel a thin smile and said, "You act like you've never seen a woman before." 

"Honey this little river town hasn't seen the likes of her in a long time. I'll bet that little outfit she's wearing cost more than I bring home in two weeks." 

"I wouldn't be surprised." 

I had to dig myself deeper in trouble by saying, "She'd even make fatigues look good." It was after that remark that Alana shut the television off.

Mel leaned back and asked, "Do you suppose drugs had a part in them stopping here?" 

"Not somebody that rich I don't think. I'm guessing they were picking somebody up or refueling or something like that. They would leave the risky things like transporting and selling the drugs to their hirelings." 

Alana stood up and as she headed to the kitchen said, "You should have made a point to go see this sweet Nicole while she was still in the hospital then. Now you've lost your chance to see her one last time." I was pretty sure I hadn't exactly endeared myself to Alana based on her tone of voice. 





































          Chapter Three 







Friday was one of those days I wished I could have skipped. Blake my boss, and our main materials supplier got into a heated argument in the morning and I was caught in the crossfire. It took me a good part of the day to run down the details and settle the two of them down. Had I failed at that I would have been working twelve hour days trying to get things back on track and I would have still looked like the bad guy to my boss. It had a happy ending but I was still half mad at both of them at the end of the day.

I was home and in the last stages of that anger resolution when my phone rang. "Hello?" 

"Russ Gantry?" 

"This is he." 

"This is Nicole Gallegar." I was tongue tied. I had an instant mental image of her as she stood in front of the television camera just days ago. "You know the one you pulled from the burning plane?" 

"Of course Nicole how are you doing?" 

"Recovering nicely and how are your burns?" 

"Also recovering nicely. I'm just missing some eyebrows and arm hair mostly now." 

"Russ I've not had the chance to thank you for your heroic efforts." 

"That's not necessary." 

"Oh I disagree. Would it be convenient for me to come see you and express my gratitude in person?" 

"Of course I'd like to see you." 

"Say an hour?" 

"That would be fine." After hanging up I stood there smiling like a happy drunk. I finally regained my senses and went to wash up and change. I wanted to look nice for my guest. That seemed like a long hour but I was soon smiling at her in person as she stood at my door. "Nicole you look wonderful please come in."

"Thank you Russ." She gave me a very firm and warm embrace and her scent and the feel of her in my arms almost made my knees buckle. When she stepped back I openly stared at her. Then with my uncontrollable smile still glued on my face I said, "My God you'd never know you were in that burning plane, you look stunning." 

"Thank you. None of that seems real to me even now. I still have some healing to do" and she raised her blouse to show me her still red and peeling belly. I know my reaction was evident as my eyes went wide but she just calmly 

said, "Oh you must have seen this much of me and more when you carried me out of that plane. Half of my clothes were either gone or in tatters I'm told." 

"You were looking pretty rough that's for sure. How's Vicki?" 

"Not doing well I'm afraid. Her health wasn't all that wonderful even before the accident." 

"I'm sorry about your father Nicole." 

"Thank you. Russ I don't want you to think badly of me so I'd better tell you. I didn't get along with him at all and hadn't for a very long time. I didn't agree with what he was doing. I'm afraid you won't see me as the grief stricken daughter that I should be. I'm sorry that he died but I'm not heart broken." 

"I'm sorry would you like something to drink?" 

"I'd like to take you to dinner if I could." 

"I accept and thank you." 

"I'll drive but you'll have to tell me where we're going." I directed her to Frankie's Steakhouse and the drive only took us about fifteen minutes. As she drove we talked and I sat there looking at her in drooling admiration. She had to know she was a beautiful and sexy woman and she had to know the effect she had on me. I gathered my senses enough to tell her, "Nicole remember that Mel did even more than I did at the crash scene that day." 

"I have to thank him too but I'm told it was you that carried me out in your arms." 

"Well yeah that's true but..." 

"I know you're a reluctant hero." 

"I may be reluctant but I'm no hero. Mel and I just happened to be there." 

"Forgive me if I insist on considering you my hero though," and she reached over and put her hand on my arm as she smiled at me. To say that I felt pretty full of myself is an understatement as we entered the restaurant and all eyes went straight to Nicole as she stood very close to me. 

We had a nice dinner and Nicole saw that we were well provided for and the wine was plentiful and very good. Our conversation was light and the subject of the plane crash didn't come up except when she asked me, "How badly were you injured?" 

"First degree burns mostly. A lot of singed hair, one long burn on my back where I backed into something pretty hot and one burn on my belly that's still healing. I don't know where that came from or when it happened." 




Blue Collar Town



"No pain now?" 

My hands were at my wine glass as I fingered the stem and answered, "Not much at all and I doubt that there will even be much of a scar." Her hand came across and held my left one. 

"I used think that there were no more brave men and that all they were interested in was sex and money. I'm glad to see that I was wrong." 

I laughed and took her hand as I said, "You weren't so wrong." She smiled at me and coyly withdrew her hand as she leaned back without commenting. 

After one last glass of wine she paid the bill and we made our way to her rental car. As she watched for a break in traffic she said, "Vicki told me you were holding her briefcase for safekeeping." 

"I'm surprised she even told you. She was so insistent that I promise her I'd keep it safe secure and private." 

"Yes that's what she told me too. I take it you're keeping your promise then." 

"I take promises very seriously."

"Another trait that I thought was gone from society." 

"Not gone, it just doesn't get much press." 

She smiled and nodded as she said, "I guess you're right."

I invited Nicole in for a nightcap but as soon as I opened my front door my plans changed. Somebody had ransacked my house and it looked like a disaster zone. "Shit. Anybody with any brains could see I don't have anything worth stealing." Nicole stepped close to me and put her arm around me. 

"Oh my God Russ what a mess. Let me help you pick it up." 

"Not until the police see this." 

"I doubt it will do any good to get them involved but maybe you're right." 

"If nothing else it might help me with my insurance claim if there ends up being one." I made the call to the police and just looked around until they arrived. 

I talked to them for some time and they took pictures of everything but weren't very reassuring about finding out who broke in the backdoor.

Once they were gone I mixed us drinks and found a place to sit down. "Nicole I'll work on this tomorrow. It won't take all that long." 

"What could they have been looking for?" 

"Anything they could sell I guess but I'll bet they were pretty disappointed. They went through a lot of work for nothing." 

"What about things like a computer or electronics?" 

"No electronics really. My computer is gone but the laugh is on them because it wasn't working. I'll end up with a new one now I guess." 

"Oh my God I just had a thought. What about Vicki's briefcase?" 

I took a long drink and smiled before telling her, "Don't worry about that it's very safe." 

"But what if they come back. What should I tell Vicki?" 

"You can tell her it is secure and she shouldn't worry. No in fact I'll go see her tomorrow and reassure her." 

"What's in it that's so important did she say?" 

"No and I didn't look either. But it doesn't matter really. Even if it's empty it will be safe because it was important to her and I made my promise to her." 

Nicole gave me a long and very impressive kiss and then said, "I better go."















         Chapter Four





I walked her out and at her car she turned and asked me, "Could I see you again?" 

I'm not all that brilliant but I was quick enough to tell her, "I was going up to Mel's cabin Sunday for a few hours, would you like to join me?" 

"What do you do up there?" "Well this time I was just going up and take a boat ride and enjoy the quiet. It isn't fancy and it isn't exciting but he's going to sell it so I wanted to go up at least a couple more times before that happens." 

"I'd love it." 

"Say ten o'clock?" 

"I'll be here." We shared a second kiss and then she left me standing there wondering what had just happened. I wasn't even sure if I was just enjoying a fantasy or she had really been with me and we'd kissed. It all seemed too good to be real. I went back inside and picked up the worst of the mess and then called Mel. When he answered I said, "You won't believe the day I've just had buddy." 

"I take it you're going to tell me." 

"After a really rotten day at work I came home and got a call from none other than Nicole Gallegar." 

There was a short pause and then he said, "Hot damn tell me more." 

"We went out to dinner and had a great time together." 

"How great?" 

"Pretty damn nice." 

"Did you two wrinkle the sheets?" 

"No not that but...damn she's something else." 

"That's all you're going to tell me?" 

"Well we talked, ate and drank and then we came home and she kissed me. I mean she really kissed me." 

"Hero worship. Don't get your hopes up man because it won't last." 

"It might be but I'm going to ride this experience while I can." 

"And what about Alana?" I went silent at that point and he continued. "You haven't thought this through have you?" 

"No I haven't had time. When we got back here we discovered somebody had broken in and tore the place up. All they took was my old computer." 

"You really have had a day of it. So now what?" 

"I was going to ask if I could go up to the cabin for a few hours Sunday." 

"Sure have at it, you still have a key?" 

"Yeah." 

"You know where the other one is hidden to don't you?" 

"I remember." 

"Going fishing?" 

"No I'm taking Nicole up with me." 

"Holy shit. What are you going to tell Alana?" 

"I'll tell her about our dinner and conversation for now." 

"Not Sunday?" 

"No." 

"Good luck." 

"You're enough to take the fun out of this you know that?" 

"That's because you're playing with fire." 

"Yeah I know. But damn it Mel you should have seen Nicole. Her legs go on forever and...well she is breathtaking." 

"Okay I get the picture. Keep me posted okay?" 

"I'll call you when I get home Sunday." 

When Alana and I went to dinner Saturday evening I waited until we were out of the restaurant before I told her about having dinner with Nicole. "Why did you wait so long to tell me?" 

"I didn't want to go into it in the restaurant is all." 

"And that's because?" 

"Because I was afraid you'd get upset." 

"But you went with her anyway even though you were afraid of how I'd react to it." 

"She was showing her appreciation for me saving her." 

"Will she take Mel to dinner too?" 

"I don't know but I didn't get the feeling she would. She said it was because I was the one that carried her to safety." 

"I thought she was unconscious at the time." 

"Somebody told her later I guess." 

"Well you're right about one thing I don't like it. You're also right that she is beautiful, she is rich and I'm sure that if she wants to push it she can be pretty damned influential and persuasive. Do I feel threatened by her? Of course I do." There was an unmistakable edge to her voice but she kept her temper and the subject was dropped. Damn if she ever learned about Sunday I was going to catch hell assuming she would even speak to me again.

I was really having second thoughts Sunday morning about having Nicole go with me to the cabin. She had traveled the world and could talk at length about a great many trips she had taken lasting many weeks at a time. I had traveled too but most of it had been compliments of the U.S. Army. Was I out of my league? Most definitely so. Those thoughts weren't long out of my mind when she pulled in and got out and I changed my mind almost immediately. She was wearing pants that fit her perfectly and was wearing a light jacket left open to show a simple top. A simple top with enough cleavage showing to make it hard for me not to stare at her. Of course that would have been a problem even if she was wearing a snowsuit.

She gave me a light kiss and said, "I better follow you up in my car. I'm afraid I won't be able to stay too long. Something came up with Dad's business and it's up to me to deal with things until Vicki gets better." 

"Then we'll just have to make the best of the time available. It's not too late for you to change your mind and not go. It really is rustic up there, designed for Mel and me to have a place to crash between fishing outings." 

"No I'm looking forward to it. Besides it will give us more time together and that's what's important." 

It was less than an hour later when we drove down the lane and pulled up at our destination. I unlocked the door and showed her the little two room cabin and the kitchen with the sink and no running water. "What about the bathroom?" 

"I'll show you." 

I led her out the backdoor and pointed at the little building and she just said, "You must be joking." 

"I'm afraid not." 

"Is it really...you know..." 

"No it isn't bad at all." Since we were outside I walked her around to the side and pointing I said, "See that huge piece of log? I have one of those beach chairs, you know the really low ones and I like to sit with my back to that log and watch the lake and listen to the sounds of nature as I have a cold beer." 

"I thought you came up here to fish." 

"That too but sometimes, like today for example, I'll sit there and totally relax. In fact it's rare that I don't do that even if I come up to fish." 

"Doesn't Mel come with you?" 

"Sometimes. Ready for a boat ride?" 

"I'm ready."

I remembered she didn't have a lot of time so I kept the ride fairly short as we cruised the shoreline for the better part of an hour and talked. When we returned to the dock she helped me tie off and cover the boat. "How about an ice cold 

beer?" 

"Sounds wonderful. At the log?" 

"Of course." I retrieved my small cooler and a blanket since I only had one chair and we were soon settled on the ground with our backs to the log and sipping our beer. I set mine down and said, I went to see Vicki yesterday for a few minutes. You're right she isn't doing well at all." 

"Did she know you were there?" 

"Yes we talked for a minute but that was all. I reassured her about her briefcase and that seemed to please her." 

"I can't imagine what could possibly be in there that is so important to her." 

"I guess we'll never know." Once our beer was gone she moved closer and in moments we were in an embrace and then we were kissing and lying on the blanket. 

That went on for a few minutes and then she stopped and said, "I'm sorry to be such a tease but I have to get on the road or I'll be late." 

"I hate to see you go but I understand." 

"I'll call you in a few days after things settle down. At least I hope they settle down soon." I walked her to her car and with one last kiss she turned her car around and left. 



           Chapter Five







I still couldn't believe that a woman as beautiful and well off as Nicole was would have any interest in me, but judging from the way she kissed and made over me it was pretty evident that she found something in me. I dropped back onto the blanket and watched the lake and the few boats that cruised past our end of the lake but with her gone I lost interest. I put things away, visited the little outhouse and headed home. I called Mel within minutes of my arrival and told him of Nicole's and my brief encounter at the cabin. "So still no wrinkled sheets." 

"No I'm afraid not." 

"If Alana doesn't kill you I'll have to admit you are one lucky bastard." 

"I still can't believe it myself." 

"With you at the cabin I guess you didn't hear that Vicki died." 

Damn, I'm sorry to hear that. She struck me as one classy lady." 

"She could afford to be that's for sure." 

"Rich?" 

"They didn't mention actual dollar amounts but they showed pictures of one of their homes." 

"One of them?" 

"Yeah and it was huge does that tell you something?" 

"A whole lot actually. When did she die?" 

"Early this morning, probably about the time you were getting to the cabin." "They must have tried to call Nicole on her cell phone." 

"As we both know they don't work at the lake." "Another good reason to be there sometimes."

I hung up the phone and walked no more than six feet before going back and calling Mel again. "Hey Mel are you busy right now?" 

"Not very why?" 

"Would you have time to come over for a few minutes?" 

"Sure, now?" 

"Yeah." 

"On my way then." 

"Meet me out back." 

"Be there soon." I checked the time and waited until it was about time for Mel and headed for my garage at the back of my lot. I wasn't more than a dozen feet from my backdoor when some guy appeared out of nowhere and pointed a very large looking pistol at me. "Don't do anything stupid and you just might live." Was he watching too much bad television? I had no doubt the gun was real so I didn't move. 

"Okay what do you want?" 

"We're going to have a chat." 

"We don't need a gun to talk. In fact I find that pretty damn distracting and it makes it hard for me to think let alone talk." 

"Don't be a smart ass. We're going to talk about a briefcase." 

"Oh, what briefcase. I'll bet it was you that tore my place up looking for something." 

"The briefcase, where is it?" 

"I don't have a briefcase." 

"Look damn it I know you have it and I'm running out of time. You have ten seconds to live if you don't give it to me." I saw Mel appear around the corner of the house and he waved saying, "Hey I didn't know you would have company." 

"Look out Mel he has a gun." 

Mel froze in confusion but then moved to get behind my only tree at the property line. When the armed guy turned his head to look toward Mel the gun stayed pointing at me. I grabbed his wrist and pushed the gun away from me and 

ran into him to knock him off balance as I called, "Grab him Mel." He didn't have to be invited twice and was on the guy in a second. It took both Mel and 

me to keep the gun from being used against us but in spite of there being two of us he broke free and leaving the gun in our hands made a clean escape across the backyard and around the neighbor's house. By the time we were on our feet he was long gone. Unarmed but free. We were safe for the moment anyway.

Mel was holding the pistol and looked at me as he asked, "What the hell was that all about?" 

"I'm not sure yet. Damn you saved my ass." 

"Remember that the next time it's my turn to buy dinner." I was still shaking and panting as I said, "We better call the cops." He looked at the gun in his hand and said, "Shit I'll bet I screwed up the prints." I grabbed a stick from the ground and stuck it in the barrel and he let go. I gently put it on the ground then and we went inside to place the call and settle down. I assured the dispatcher that the guy was long gone but gave them a description of him. I reached for the whiskey and Mel stopped me saying, "If they smell booze on you they might not believe what you tell them." 

"Good point." 

"But after they leave I'll match you one for one." 

The weapon was retrieved and taken away and we played forty questions for awhile with the two officers. For the fourth time the short cop asked, "You have no idea who it was or what they wanted?" 

"Not a clue on either point. As soon as he heard Mel he turned and I lit into him and then so did Mel. He didn't have time to say anything more." 

"And you were robbed not long ago." 

"I'm still cleaning up the mess." 

"This makes no sense." 

"You should look at it from the point of a civilian like we are. It's beyond weird to me." 

Once the police left we sat in the kitchen and enjoyed a double shot of whiskey before I asked Mel, "Was I convincing?" 

"What are you talking about?" 

"About why the guy was here." 

"You mean you do know what this is all about?" 

"Not exactly but I do know what he wanted. That was what I wanted you to come over for. I have something to tell you and then look into." 

"I'm going to sit here and wait for you to connect the dots for me." I told him about retrieving the briefcase for Vicki that day at the plane crash and what she had told me. "So you have a briefcase and that guy wants it?" 

"That's it." 

"Then you're a sitting duck unless you unload it or something." 

"Yeah kind of I guess. When I went up to see Vicki just before she died she told me that if anything happened to her I was to keep it and do with the contents as I saw fit. I think it's time we looked inside of the briefcase and see what this is all about." 

"Let's get right to it okay? This is getting pretty hairy and we need to find a way to defuse the situation." 

I stood up and said, "Let's go to the garage." 

"So that's where you were headed when that guy appeared." 

"Right. That's why I wanted you to meet me out back. To show you the briefcase and tell you the story." 

I climbed the ladder and reached into the pile of fiberglass insulation. Even though I knew where it was and what it looked like I stared at it as it emerged. I handed it down to Mel and then joined him at my workbench as I did my best to brush the itchy particles of fiberglass off of my arm. I looked at Mel and then stood in front of the metal rectangle and tried the latches. Neither of us was surprised to find it locked so I reached for my drill and drill bits. It took us several minutes of drilling, swearing and cursing but the latches finally gave. I put the drill down and carefully lifted the lid until we saw it. Piles of money. Bundle after bundle of greenbacks, all hundred dollar bills piled in rows, some singed from the heat but still usable.

I stepped back and looked at Mel and then back at the money. "Mel what the hell are we going to do?" 

"I don't know but now I see why that guy might be so persistent and now I'm really convinced he'll be back." 

"But why would Vicki tell me to never let anybody else near it? I mean if it's family money wouldn't she want it to be passed on?" 

"Maybe it isn't family money." 

"What do you mean?" 

"I mean it could be drug money." 

"Are you saying Vicki was a courier?" 

"I don't know...no that can't be it. They have flunkies that do that crap. Hell I don't have any idea." 

"Let's take it in the house and count it." 

"You better lock and bar the doors and cover the windows." 

"You can say that again. Wait. What if the guy is watching us?" 

"Damn. Okay put it in your car and we'll go to my place." 

"That'll work."



         Chapter Six





It was almost comical the lengths we went to making sure we weren't being followed and our fifteen minute drive took us thirty five minutes but we arrived and ducked inside with briefcase in hand. We gently put the case on the dining room table and Mel grabbed a pad and pen just in case we needed it. The money was wrapped in five thousand dollar bundles so as we counted out loud we made fifty thousand dollar piles. When we saw our first two fifty thousand dollar piles we stopped and stared. We were looking at a hundred thousand dollars on the table and there was still a lot of money in the metal case. When we hit two hundred thousand we stopped again. My heart was racing and I was excited and scared to death at the same time and Mel's hands were shaking. He took over the counting until we stopped again at three hundred thousand dollars and then again at four hundred thousand. There were papers in the bottom that we could now see but we were still focused on all of that cash piling up on Mel's dining room table. We finally quit counting at four hundred ninety thousand dollars. Mel disappeared and then returned with a bottle of his best and most cherished wine and two glasses. "Man if this isn't a reason to drink this there never will be one" and he poured the wine. We touched glasses as Mel said, "No matter what comes of this money or who it ends up with we got to touch it and see what that kind of money looks like at least once." 

I raised my glass to him and said, "To our continued good health" and took a taste of wine. Mel stared at the piles of green and said, "Can you imagine what could be done with that kind of money?" "Yeah I could quit my job and build homes full time, what would you do?" 




Blue Collar Town



"Maybe I'd hire a manager to run the body shop and do the same thing, build a house or two. Without having to pay interest on a loan the profit margin would be just that much better." 

We emptied our glasses and refilled them and continued with our fantasy until I stopped and said, "Damn I'm going to hate seeing this taken away from us." 

"Who will do that?" 

"I don't know but you can bet somebody will." 

Once we'd emptied our glasses the second time Mel gestured toward the briefcase with his empty glass and asked, "What do you suppose those papers are?" 

"I don't know let's take a look." I pulled the papers out and we sat down and put the papers in front of us not far from our piles of cash. I was holding a legal sized sealed envelope that was heavy with documents as I picked up the first loose paper and said, "They're all mixed up it seems. This one starts in the middle of a sentence." I sorted through them and started to get a feel for what they were. I started to read out loud but the farther I went the slower and more deliberate my reading became. There were several small pages stapled at the top 

left corner and the details were impressive by their implication and significance but it was very tedious reading. Vicki Gallegar authored the whole thing and it was about her husband and his illegal activities. What it boiled down to was he was everything he was suspected of being and a whole lot more. She didn't give names or dates but gave many details and at the end said, "I can no longer stand by and do nothing while he pedals his awful cargo of drugs. Even if something happens to him there are others in the wings eager to take his place and continue the business and it has to stop." Then there was another page and it just had a few lines on it. "If you are reading this then something has happened to me. I can only hope that you will see that the sealed envelope reaches the proper authorities. The money was from my personal account and was to provide for me until I could get a divorce and recover what was rightfully mine. Obviously since I'm no longer living the money is of no importance to me now. But the information that I have provided must reach the proper authorities as soon as possible." I looked at Mel and he was staring at me. 

"Do you know what that means?" I just nodded silently and looked at the money. It now held a whole new meaning to me. I picked up a bundle of bills and fanned it as I watched and smelled the faint odor of money and scorched paper drift past my nose. I broke into a smile and looked at Mel. 

"We're fucking rich dude."

"You mean you are." 

"Oh no this is ours. You saved Vicki's ass not me." 

"But you got the case and kept it for her and nearly got shot." 

"So what? Okay let's think about this a minute. We'll each take a hundred and fifty grand and put the rest into our home building business for seed money." 

"Now wait a minute. Do you really realize you're giving away a ton of money?" 

"Mel there is no way in hell I could ever live with myself if I kept it all. No that's not an option. Now if you don't want to do the business thing that's okay and we'll just split it down the middle." 

"Russ I can't go along with that." 

"Then we go into business." 

"Are you sure that's what you want to do? I mean once you make that decision that's the way it is. What if our business fails?" 

"Mel how much money did we have in our pockets this morning?" 

"I'd have to count but I'd guess maybe fifty bucks." 

"Even less than that for me. So if we lose money in the business we still have our hundred and fifty grand to put toward our old age or something." I could see Mel getting excited and then smiling he gave me a high five and said, "Damn it partner we better find some land to buy and soon."

Once our euphoria had passed I picked up Vicki's note and said, "We have to do something with this like she asked." 

"I'm thinking the state police." 

"I agree but anonymously." 

"What do we do about the guy that wanted to shoot you?" 

"Hell I don't know."

"He'll be back you know." 

"Shit. It will really make me mad if he kills me before I get a chance to enjoy any of this money." 

"Maybe we could set a trap for him." 

"You watch a lot of late night television don't you." 

"You got any ideas?" 

"No." 

"So how did this guy know about the briefcase?" 

"That's a very good question." 

"Could somebody have seen you with the briefcase at the crash scene?" 

"I don't see how. You, me and Vicki were the only ones still alive except for Nicole and she was unconscious." 

"Are you certain?" 

"Well when I carried her out she...no I guess I'm not certain but I think so." 

"Or did Vicki tell her about it?" 

"Wait. She did say she and Vicki talked about it." 

"So maybe they really did or maybe Nicole saw the briefcase. Either way in comes down to we have two possibilities as I see it. Either Vicki told somebody else or Nicole told somebody else." 

"But why would either of them do that?" 

"I can't think of why Vicki might." 

"Are you suggesting..." 

"Just exploring possibilities." 























          Chapter Seven









The possibility that Nicole was behind the guy with the gun really rattled me. Was she just using me? I was so overwhelmed by her beauty and sexiness that I would be an easy target and I knew it. Maybe I'd just figured out why she was so interested in me. I thought about what an incredible woman she was and it struck me that she could have about anything she wanted in life. In fact she was already wealthy and gorgeous so why would she risk getting involved with something illegal? "Mel she talked about her dad dying and she said she couldn't mourn because she didn't agree with what he was doing." 

"Okay she said that, so what? At this point you can't believe anything she told you. Not until you're absolutely convinced she is without guilt." 

"So you think I have to catch her at something. Trick her into revealing herself or proving her innocence." 

"Yeah." 

"I better come up with something pretty soon because once things are settled with Vicki, Nicole will be gone but my problem won't be. The bad thing is I don't know how to contact her." 

"But if it is her she'll want to see if she can use her charms on you to get at the briefcase. That might keep her here a little longer." 

"I'm afraid they'll just decide that if I was dead that would solve the problem just as well. I don't know if they know about the money but even if they do they might see that as the cost of doing business." 

"I don't know how they would know what's in the briefcase." 

"If Vicki was so against Charles' business she may have made a threat at some point or...hell I don't know maybe Vicki told Nicole thinking that Nicole was a sweet innocent woman. Maybe they just don't want to take any chances. Hell maybe we're nuts and clear out in left field with our thinking." 

"And the guy with the gun?" 

"Maybe one of their hirelings has this idea he'll gain some advantage by possessing the briefcase." 

"And he'd know about it how?" 

"Hell like I said I don't know. Maybe Nicole said something thinking he was a trusted employee." 

"We sure have used the maybe word a lot." 

We had abandoned the wine and switched to coffee so we could stay clear headed. I leaned back and said, "So if Nicole calls me as she said she would I have to have something in mind to set her up." 

"I'd say your chances to do that will be few so yeah you better be ready." Mel barely finished his sentence before my phone rang. When I answered it I listened and looked a Mel and felt a rush of adrenalin. "Hi Nicole." 

"Russ I'm sorry I had to leave you so quickly today." 

"That's okay I know you have a lot going on right now." 

"Is there any chance we could get together again?" 

"Um...not before next weekend. How about Saturday morning? I was going back to the cabin again. Mel has a buyer so this will be my last chance to use the place." 

"Oh I'm sorry I won't be able to make that Russ. I...oh I have another call coming in. Listen I have to make a trip for business but I'll be back next weekend sometime and I'll call you then." 

"Okay I look forward to hearing from you." After closing my phone I looked at Mel and he asked, "You going back to the cabin again?" 

"I wasn't planning to but I had the beginnings of an idea and I just said that to buy me time. Now I have to work out the details and be ready by next Saturday." 

"But if she's going to be gone..." 

"Ah so you tend to believe whatever she says too." 

"Oh...yeah that's right. I make a crappy detective." 

"Speaking of detectives let's copy those papers before we do anything with them and then hide this money." 

"Here?" 

"I think so. Then if something does happen to me at least you'll have it and not them." 

"I think I'll sleep with it tonight just to see what it feels like." 

It only took us a few minutes to copy Vicki's letter minus the page that mentioned the money and put it in an envelope. "Russ I think you better pack your toothbrush and stay with me. You won't be safe at home for awhile." 

"I guess you're right." 

"I think we better take Vicki's papers to the state police." 

"I thought you wanted to stay anonymous." 

"I wish I could but even though I've managed to stay alive this long I'm afraid I'm going to run out of luck." 

"What about the money?" 

I just looked at him with a smile and said, "What money?" I had it in my head that we'd just leave the envelopes with the police and go on our merry way. When I'm wrong I'm wrong all the way. We simply walked in and gave it to the officer at the desk. We were soon being question and the investigator looked at me and said, "So what do you think of the contents of the sealed envelope?" 

"I have no idea since it was sealed." 

"It has been opened and resealed. Did you do that?" 

"That's not possible I looked at it. I had it in my hands." 

"Oh it was resealed but it has been tampered with." 

"Oh great that makes things all the worse." 

"Oh? How's that?" 

"Whoever is after me probably knows whatever is in that envelope." 

"Why does it have to be him that opened it?" 

"I'm just guessing but whoever it is seems to be one step ahead of me and everybody else." 

"Maybe your friend Mel opened it."

"He was right there with me the whole time and besides I'd trust him with my life." 

"Maybe you are." 

That comment made me mad so I asked him, "Will that be all?" 

"For now." It was well past midnight before Mel and I left the station. We had been separated and questioned for a long time before we were reunited and allowed to leave. As we left Mel asked, "What do you make of the envelope being tampered with?" 

"Hell like I've said about almost everything else, I have no idea." 

"So now we know at least somebody other than Vicki knew what was in that envelope." "I'm afraid so. In fact we may be about the only ones that are in the dark about that envelope."

For the next several days I thought about my Saturday at the cabin and what I would do. I drove up there after work and took some measurements and experimented with different ideas and then on Thursday I did a little shopping and then went back to the cabin again. I tried a couple of different ideas and tested them both. I discarded one and set the other one up and tested it again. Convinced that it would work as I envisioned it I felt ready. Now the real test would be would somebody come looking for me. Also would events unfold as I imagined they would. If not I could be in a whole lot of danger. When I got 

back to town Mel was sitting in his chair and asked, "Well?" 

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be." 

"Am I going with you?" 

"That would just put you in danger too." 

"But if something goes south on you I could be a witness to help nail the guy." 

"And you'd also be another target for them." 

"Not if they don't see me." 

"Let me think about it."

I did think about it and I knew he was right so come early Saturday morning we were both at the cabin and I was showing him my plan as I set it up. "You really think this will work?" 

"Hell I doubt that anybody will even show up but if they do I think it will work yes." 

"I'll step back and be the intruder and you take your post. I want to see how this will look." I had used one of my pillow cases and stuffed it with weeds to form a torso. Then with duct tape I attached a volleyball and then draped an old flannel shirt over the torso. With a wig purchased from Goodwill I covered the volleyball and attached a thin clear fishing line to the whole thing to give it motion. The whole thing was positioned on my low beach chair in front of the log so that all that could be seen from the back was a hairy head. Now if the bad guy came from the side I was screwed but that didn't seem likely to me. I pulled the fishing line and then asked Mel, "How does it look?" 

"Better than I would have guessed but it needs a baseball hat." 

"Great idea." 

"I have one inside, I'll get it." With that in place we tried it again and added a few branches behind our volleyball creation. There was nothing more we could do so we got Mel's old shotgun, loaded it with buckshot and settled into our hiding place in the bushes at the property edge. We knew we could be in for a long wait, possible three or four hours. If nobody showed up by noon then we knew we had to rethink everything including Nicole and how I felt about her. As we settled down Mel asked, "Do you suppose we were followed?" 

"Damn I forgot to pay attention. They might have been out there some place watching what we did." 

"Or went on by so they could come sneaking back." "After this stunt I have to quit this crap I'm not any good at it."



































          Chapter Eight







The spring air was still cool enough to keep the bug population down but even with that we were having trouble sitting still as sticks poked us and we grew increasingly restless. Mel whispered, "Maybe this wasn't such a hot idea after all." 

"It was the best I could come up with." We were silent again as we waited and I wondered. Could Nicole really find me that attractive? I had to accept the fact that I wasn't in her league so the answer had to be no. She either was trying to use me or at the very best she was influenced by my rescuing her. The privileged lifestyle she had as she grew up was a long way from anything I could be a part of or even imagine. I thought about Alana and hoped that I would be around to have dinner with her come evening. I also knew I was going to have to work hard to even deserve her let alone keep her as my girlfriend. I also knew that was what I really wanted more than anything else. That and to have a safe life again.

I didn't hear a sound but something caught my eye and my whole being focused on the point. Then I could see him as he slowly came around my car. 

He was a white guy, short and stocky and wore a muddy green shirt. I thought my heart was going to explode and I could feel myself shaking from head to toe as I gently pulled on the thin line. My alter ego moved slightly, leaning toward me and then back straight again like it was shifting positions a little. The guy stopped and watched silently and then advanced a few more steps before stopping again. He raised his weapon and took careful aim...and fired. I should have pulled the string to make me tip over but I was too shocked to think of that. The slug made the hat fly off of the volleyball and the guy moved closer. Then he saw what he'd really shot. He had to know instantly that he had screwed up and that was when he saw the fishing line leading straight to me. That was one little detail that I had failed to consider. I was well hidden but when he looked straight at me I knew I had been discovered. He raised his pistol and all I could see was his hands as they gripped it and then I heard a loud boom and I waited to feel the pain. It took me several seconds to realize I wasn't going to feel pain because I hadn't been shot.

Mel came out of hiding with the shotgun still pointed at the guy on the ground and a wisp of smoke drifted from the end of the shotgun. I stood up on shaky legs and the two of us looked at our assailant. Mel's round of buckshot had torn into the guy's hip and he was just recovering from the impact and the shock and surprise. As he tried to reach for his gun lying on the ground near him Mel raised the shotgun and simply said, "No no." I went over and moved the pistol well beyond his reach with my foot and came back. I was still near shock but I had thought about what I might do if I had the chance so I asked him, "Who 

sent you here?" 

"Fuck you." 

"Very eloquent. Befitting someone with your skills I'd guess. Well I know who it is but I want to hear you say it so we're going to play a game. I'm going to pack your balls in ice until you talk to us. If you don't talk you'll end up as a woman with a limp dick. I'll get the ice." I came back with my ice chest full of ice and lunch and told the guy, "I hope you got some pussy last night because after this you won't even be able to enjoy your own hand. Now if you move you'll be shot in the other hip understand?" There was no sound coming from him so I started to undo his jeans. 

"You're a sick bastard." 

"No I intend for you to tell me who sent you and I'll stop at nothing until I do hear that. Remember I know so don't try lying to me because it won't work."

He watched as I undid his belt and he said, "Nicole." 

"Ah so you do remember excellent and you even gave me the right answer." I stepped back then and told Mel, "I'll go call for the police and an ambulance." "Take your time, with any luck he'll bleed to death before they get here." I only had to drive about three miles or so to get my cell phone to work so I placed the call and was back in minutes but a county sheriff wasn't far behind me. By then Mel had put the shotgun on the ground and was standing back away from it. 

Once the initial questions were over and the ambulance was gone a detective said, "Okay walk me through it again." We went through it yet again and he would stop me every minute or so with a question as we went along. "What did you think would happen or perhaps hope to have happen?" 

"I figured that if anybody even showed up they would shoot the volleyball and run off feeling like they had accomplished their mission." 

You didn't expect them to see if you were dead?" 

"Hell no." 

"Okay go on." 

"Then he saw the fishing line and I knew I had screwed up. He looked right at me and raised his pistol and smiled."

"Smiled?" 

"Yeah he gave me a big toothy grin." 

Mel then said, "And that's when I shot him." 

"With the shotgun." 

"Yeah, buckshot." 

"So you planned to shoot him." 

"Hell no that was just in case things went south and they did. Had I not shot him Russ would be dead and maybe me too." 

The officer just looked at the two of us for a second and then said, "I don't know how the prosecutor will view this whole mess but you can bet the detectives will have some questions. You'll have to come down and talk to them and give us your fingerprints and statements." 

I smiled and said, "Our prints are already on file from when that guy that assaulted us at my house." 

"Oh yeah that's right. Is this the same guy?" 

"No damn it." 

"So this might not be the end of it." 

"Probably not but only time will tell." Mel secured the cabin and then we drove to the police station and gave them our statements. Before we could leave the investigator from the state police came in and looked at me. 




Blue Collar, White Collar



Revised version copyright 2009 by the author.

*

He was brusque when I called him, as I knew he would be. "Where the FUCK have you been?" his voice demanded.

"Busy," I replied, knowing how stupid it sounded.

"For six months? I haven't heard from you since last spring. Jesus, I ought to just fucking hang up on you."

"What can I say, Gary? I'm sorry. I know I've been a jerk."

"You're always sorry, as if that makes any difference." His voice was still truculent, but the fact that he was still on the line meant I was making inroads.

"So how have you been?" Lame, Tom, lame.

"What do you think? Out all day, five days a week, hammering and sweating. Real work, unlike some people."

Gary had a perverse pride about his lack of formal education. He was smart, though. Smart enough to know how to make me laugh, smart enough to sting with his words. He had done both after our first encounter several years ago, out in the brushy woods beyond the creek in the north city park.

"For a desk jockey, you sure give good head, man." He had said this just after he had emptied his load down my throat. I'd been turned on more than I had been in a long time by his icy blue eyes in a sunburned, craggy face, his half-open work shirt, and the tight jeans that fit his long legs and narrow hips perfectly. His cock was cut and heavily veined, long enough to hit the back of my throat when I took him down to his root, a move that drew a grunt of satisfaction. I'd come to the park from my last class of the day, still in my tie and dress slacks, and had gladly knelt before him, heedless of my clothes.

I looked up, half-surprised, half-amused. "Thanks, I think."

"Usually don't let guys in ties do me," he said, buttoning his 501s.

I took the bait. "What's wrong with guys in ties?"

"Soft. Scared. Usually married. You're pretty cute for a married guy, though."

I was starting to get irritated by his assumptions. "I'm not married."

"Not to a woman, maybe." He saw that he had guessed correctly. "Gonna tell your `other half' about me, bud?"

I tried to parry. "What about yours?"

"Don't have one. Haven't found a rich guy like you. Say hi to your partner for me, okay?"

He turned and walked away. I rose in a turmoil of frustration and desire, wanting to shout to him, ask for his phone number, fearing that I would never see him again. But I stayed silent, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. Then suddenly he turned and said, "The name's Gary, by the way."

"Mine's Tom," I quickly replied. I had to add something. "See you again sometime."

He paused at that, and an unexpectedly impish grin appeared on his face, making him handsomer than ever. "You never know." Then he was gone. I'd gotten so worked up by then that I walked back into the woods to a secluded spot, pulled my cock out and jacked it until I dropped my own load onto the ground.

It was probably a year later that I saw Gary again. I wasn't sex-hunting in the park that day, or so I told him later. It was a lovely sunny Saturday afternoon and I was strolling along the creek, watching the sun play on the water, marveling that fish still lived there despite the fact it ran in the middle of an increasingly large city. I heard footsteps near me and there he was. I remember exactly what he was wearing--jeans of course, a hot pink tank top that exposed his muscular, tanned shoulders and arms, Nikes, and a somewhat dirty white baseball cap. His thumbs were hooked into his front pockets--he made this tired pose look enticing.

"Fishing?" he said, grinning.

I was astounded and delighted to see him, but knew better than to let him know it. "Nope," I answered casually, though my heart was pounding. "Waiting for you."

"The hell you were. Walked right by my truck in the parking lot, didn't even wave or nothing."

"I don't know what you drive. You could have said something."

"Decided to follow you instead. Wanted to see how long it would be before you noticed."

"Sneaky. So what now?"

"See those flat stones over there?" he said, pointing to a row placed across the water nearby. "Little trail on the other side, leads up the hill to a nice shady spot. Come on," he said, starting to cross.

He stepped across gracefully and easily, as I scrambled to keep up. One of my feet slid into the water and I cursed. Gary looked around and snorted derisively, but he did slow his pace a bit. As we climbed up the steep trail I panted from the exertion, though I wasn't too winded to notice how good Gary's butt looked in his jeans. At last we reached the spot he had been talking about, a small clearing quite a ways up the hill. In the center there was a large tree. When we reached it, Gary turned and faced me. "The only way up is the way we came. Easy to tell if someone's coming."

I started to get on my knees before him as I had done the first time, but he stopped me by putting his hands underneath my arms. "Not so fast, bud," he said, and kissed me, hard. His strong arms hugged me as our mouths ground together. I felt the ropes of muscle in his back and shoulders.

We broke apart, our breathing loud in the still woods. He unzipped my khaki shorts and put his hand in, rubbing my cock through my briefs, then pulling down the waistband and taking it out. In a moment he had it in his mouth. I leaned back against the bark of the tree, closing my eyes as waves of pleasure pulsed through my body. A moment later I opened them as Gary paused. He took off his cap and resettled it on his head with the bill pointing backwards. He caught my eye and grinned as he continued his labors, taking me down to the root, bringing me to the edge of cumming. He sensed this and stopped.

"Your turn," he said, rising to his feet. I was more than willing to oblige, kneeling down and undoing the buttons on his jeans. He was wearing no underwear, and the cock I remembered jutted out. I teased him and myself by not taking it right away, licking and washing his balls, letting the shaft slide against my face, feeling the precum from the dark head smear my cheek.

"Suck me, man," Gary said urgently, and finally I obeyed, deep-throating him with abandon. His hands caressed my hair and moved downward, pulling at my T-shirt and baring my back. They slid underneath the waistband of my underwear.

"Up against the tree, bud," he whispered in my ear. I knew what he wanted and was ready to give it to him. I turned my back and braced myself against the tree, bending and arching my back so that he could get at my ass. I felt his hands part my cheeks and a moment later the soft wetness of his tongue on them. It roved to the cleft between the cheeks and moved downward, leaving a wet trail that cooled quickly in the open air and sent shivers through me. Then he reached my asshole, his tongue and lips skillfully probing and teasing it as I moaned softly. One of his hands reached around my leg and grasped my cock, which was still hard.

"Fuck me," I said.

Gary stood, and I turned to watch him peel off his tank top and drop it on the ground beside him. Staring into my eyes, he pushed his jeans down, revealing his hard torso, a fine line of hair running from his navel down to his dark pubic bush out of which his hard cock rose.

He raised a hand to his mouth, then dropped it to his organ, lubing it with the saliva.

"Take off that T-shirt. I want you naked for this."

I obeyed, my knees shaking. The knowledge that discovery would be disaster only added to the thrill. I turned around and wrapped my arms around the tree. Gary moved into position behind me. I felt something hard and blunt push against my hole and before I had time to think, it broke through the ring. Pain shot through my body. I uttered a short cry and tried to squirm away. A strong arm encircled my neck, pressing against my throat hard enough to make breathing difficult. I let out a muffled protest, and felt his hot breath on my right ear.

"No you don't," he said softly. "You said you wanted it, now take it, you hear?" More gently he said, "I'm not going to hurt you. Just relax and I'll go slow, OK?"

I nodded and tried to obey. In a moment, the tension in my asshole, and with it the pain, lessened. "Good, man," Gary said, relaxing his grip around my neck. I felt his hardness begin to move slowly further into me. There was no more hurt, only warm fullness and the indescribable joy of surrendering to another man's invading strength. Deeper and deeper he went until I was sure his prick was halfway up my gut. At last I felt his body press against my butt and knew that I had taken all of him into me. It was Gary's turn to sigh with pleasure. "Man, that's great," he said.

He began to thrust, bending and wrapping his arms around my chest as he fucked me. I felt his warm quick breath against my neck, smelled the sweat from his exertions, felt the burning heat of his driving rod in my ass. I closed my eyes and gave myself up to him. My own cock had gotten soft, but hardened again as one of his rough hands grasped and began to jack it.

It took only a few minutes of this assault before I passed the point of no return. "Oh God I'm cumming," I gasped. The first spurt splashed onto the tree trunk, the rest on the ground. Despite the fear of discovery I groaned with pleasure, dimly aware that Gary's breathing had deepened and turned into hoarse grunts. He slammed his cock all the way in and held it there, his arms squeezing the breath out of me. His shaft pulsed in my hole as he emptied himself into me. At last Gary let go with a sigh and let his full weight rest on my back. He kissed the back of my neck. "Man, you are hot," he said.

After a moment he rose and pulled himself out of me. I turned around to see him wiping himself with his tank top. He held it out to me and laughed at what must have been the squeamishness on my face. "Better clean yourself up, buddy, there's cum running down the backs of your legs. It's this or your own T-shirt."

Faced with that, I obeyed, as Gary pulled his jeans back up. After I was done, I held the tank top gingerly in my hand.

"Just toss it," Gary said.

I shook my head. "This is a wildlife refuge, we can't litter."

Gary guffawed. "We just fucked our brains out in the woods and you're worried about littering? Whatever," he said, shaking his head, still chuckling as he started back down the hill toward the creek. I followed him, awkwardly trying to pull my clothes back on as we walked, still holding the tank top.

When we returned to the creek, instead of crossing back over the stones, Gary sat on a large rock at the edge of the water. He looked at me.

"Come sit. Or do you have to go? Leave that thing for a minute, would you," he said, eyeing the soiled clothing in my hand.

I dropped it on the bank and found a spot next to him on the rock. My lust was for the moment satisfied, but it still gave me a charge to be so close to his lean, shirtless body. The sun sparkled on the water. No one was in sight. After a moment, Gary draped one arm around my shoulder.

"Great day, huh?" he said.

"Yes, it is."

"How about having some dinner at my place?"

I hesitated. Gary's eyes narrowed. "Hubby's waiting, is that it?"

"Robert's out of town," I replied truthfully. Going home with Gary would be stepping over some invisible line that so far I had managed to avoid crossing.

"Then what's the matter? I'm not talking about Chinese take-out, man. I really cook."

"No kidding?"

"Sure, I worked in the St. John's University cafeteria as head caterer for years. I can cook for five hundred, no sweat."

"What do you do now?"

"Build things. Construction. I'm an independent contractor."

"Well, you look the part." A construction worker who could cook-he was a wet dream come to life.

Gary smiled and, leaning forward, kissed me lightly. "Thanks, man. What do you say? It's been months since I cooked for anyone but me."

I shrugged and crossed the line. "Okay, I'll follow you."

"Great! And," he said, his grin sharpening, "bring my top. I'll throw it in the wash while supper's on the stove."

Dinner that night in his tiny second-floor apartment was delicious. When we were finished eating, he led me to the couch, stripped me and himself, and took me again, slowly and playfully this time, until I was whimpering, begging for release. He chuckled at my cries when I finally blew my load. "Screamer, huh? I like that."

Afterward, he lay with his head on my chest, spent at last. I looked at one strong arm thrown across my body and noticed long white scars on the skin of the forearm. I ran my finger down the length of one. "What happened to you there?"

"Ex-lover came at me with a kitchen knife," he said sleepily.

I whistled. "When?"

"Oh, years ago. He was coked up one night and got mad when I came home too late."

"Well, I hope he got what he deserved for doing that to you."

Gary laughed mirthlessly. "You could say that. I pressed charges against Jack, got him sent up for five years, attempted murder. At the state pen some guys on his cellblock found out he was queer, cornered him in the shower and gang raped him. He hung himself in his cell soon after that."

I was silent with horror and also with embarrassment at the stupidity of my remark. "Gary, I'm sorry, I had no idea."

He looked at me with those piercing eyes. "It's tough out in the real world, professor."

We lay there in silence, but the comfortable feeling I had had a moment earlier was gone. After a moment I stirred. "I'd better go."

"I thought you said your lover was out of town," Gary said, letting me up unwillingly. "Aren't you spending the night?"

"I don't think so," I replied. The reality of the situation was starting to close in on me, like Gary's cramped apartment. I had taken advantage of my partner's absence to fuck around and go home with a man I hardly knew, someone with a violent past.

As if reading my mind, Gary said, "I'm not going to murder you in your sleep, guy. Just because someone took a knife to me once doesn't mean I'm a psycho." He smiled crookedly. "That's what I get for telling you about Jack."

"I asked, you told me," I said, pulling my clothes on. "It's not that, Gary. Listen--thanks for dinner, and--" I paused.

"The fuck?" Gary grinned. "Any time." I looked at him, still lying naked on his side on the couch, the cock that had impaled and conquered me hanging downward, heavy in repose. I drew in my breath.

"Could I--could I call you?"

"Like I said, man--any time. I'm in the book. Drive safe now."

I let myself out the door, got in my car and drove home to my dark and empty house. I removed my clothes, my own hands on my body reminding me at every instant of his hands. Lying on Robert's and my bed in the silent house, I saw his mischievous smile, his body taut with thrusting power. Finally I let my hands draw another climax from my body so that I could sleep.

How long did we last? It's hard to recall now. For months, perhaps a year or more, I showed up at his place whenever I could get away, which wasn't often. Robert never suspected, I'm sure-his elegant mind would have had serious trouble imagining such a situation. Driving to Gary's apartment after having carefully crafted a few empty evening hours in my schedule, I would sometimes shake my head myself at the absurdity of it all. I had always liked to fuck around-a fact that had resulted in some painful quarrels with my partner before we struck an uneasy truce--but this consuming physical hunger for one man amazed and scared me. At the same time, it allowed me to keep the thing between us safely boxed up in my mind, to tell myself it was all just chemistry.

I know now that I underestimated Gary. Because of his wit, his ability to skewer my pretensions, his willingness to laugh at my expense, I made the mistake of supposing he took us lightly too. I still regret that.

He began to complain about how little he saw me. "I know I can't call you at home, man, but can't you call back when I call your office?"

"It's a busy time, Gary." This was true. I was up for a promotion and I was really gunning for it. I would be the youngest full professor at the university. I tried to explain to Gary what was involved, but he brushed the complexities of the issue aside.

"What's a `full' professor, anyway... aren't you one already? You're good at what you'll do, you'll get it," he said. As the day I would find out drew nearer, I grew more and more nervous. Gary's observations irritated rather than soothed me. He sensed this, of course, and was hurt by it. His ability to see through me didn't help my equilibrium. "You don't want the money," he said one Saturday when I had finally managed to get away after more than month without seeing him. "It's an ego thing for you--you just want to be the youngest full whatever. It's just like my job. It is," he insisted as he saw me shake my head. "Sure, it bugs me that I'm assistant superintendent on the site and the real super is a twenty-four year old kid. You hear me moaning and bitching about it?"

"It's not the same, Gary," I said. "That's not the only reason I want the promotion. Let's drop it, it's too complicated."

"I know you think I'm a stupid hick, Tom. Maybe you're right, I don't know much. You don't have to rub it in. Fuck you," Gary said with sudden bitterness. "Don't come around if all you're going to do is put me down."

"Oh, Christ, why do you have to blow everything up? Look, maybe today just isn't a good day," I said, getting up from the couch.

"Yeah," he said, "Go back to your lover, you ought to be with him anyway."

"Okay, that does it," I said, walking toward the door. "I can't deal with this today."

"Drive safe now," he said sarcastically. It was what he always said to me when I left, ever since that first time. Stung into anger, I walked out without a word, and stayed away for six months. Gary was as proud and stubborn a cuss as I was. During those months, he never called--or at any rate, never left a message. I guess in the end he won, since I was the one who broke down and made contact first.

So here we were. "Can I come by?" I said into the receiver. A long pause, then a sigh. "Why the hell not."

A few days later, after my last class was over, I parked my car in the lot of his apartment complex and walked up the flight of stairs to his door. The nondescript gray paint on it was peeling. I rapped the knocker, feeling the familiar nervousness at the thought of his eyes scrutinizing me. I had on my usual work clothes: a blue oxford shirt crisply pressed gray wool slacks, a necktie. On one of my visits, he had said, "I like seeing you dressed up."

I had been pleased at the unexpected compliment, but, unable to leave well enough alone, had tried to tease him. "Why's that? Remind you of those married guys who service you?"

"Nope. I like it `cause I know what's underneath when I get those clothes off. Tom the professor turns into Tom the slut." He had laughed then, knowing that he had gotten me yet again.

The door opened and there he was. "Hey," I said, trying to sound casual. Gary didn't reply, but turned and walked back into the apartment, leaving the door open. I followed him inside into the cool semidarkness, shutting it behind me.

He turned to face me again and I braced myself, anticipating his temper. Instead, without a word, he caught me suddenly in a fierce embrace. Touched, I hugged him back. Just as abruptly he let me go, but kept hold of my hand and led me into the small living room. He sat on the couch and pulled me toward him, enfolding me in his arms again. We lay there for a few moments. His hard body felt good next to mine.

I spoke against his ear. "Why so affectionate?"

He snorted with disgust, grabbed my head and lifted it so that I was gazing into his eyes. The steel in them had returned. "I can't act like I'm glad to see you?"




Blue Collar, White Collar



"Well," I said, "you didn't sound all that glad on the phone."

"Maybe you pissed me off, not calling for six months. Maybe I actually missed you and wondered where the hell you were, did you think about that?" He made another contemptuous noise. "What the fuck am I saying this shit for. Like you care."

"You're right. I was a jerk." I sat up, wanting to get away from those eyes.

"Big of you to say that, bro."

"Well, Gary, should I just go?"

He stared, still pugnacious, then, abruptly, his smile broke out. It had been a long time since I had seen it and it took my breath away. "You ain't getting away that easy, asshole."

He sat up, grabbed my tie and pulled my face to his. He kissed me, hard and sweet like always. I fumbled at his jeans and got them undone as our mouths stayed locked together, pulling out his hard cock. I took the shaft, my thumb rubbing the front of the knob in a way I knew he liked, spreading the wetness at the slit over the head.

"Let's get naked."

He got up and I followed him to the bedroom. He turned as I entered and shut the door behind me, his eyes glinting. He undid my tie and whipped it off, then unbuttoned my shirt, slipping a hand inside and pinching one of my nipples. He grinned when I jumped, bent and took the same nipple into his mouth. A grunt of pleasure rose from my throat.

Gary turned me around and pushed me onto his bed, a mattress and box spring thrown on the floor. He kissed me again, his hands pinning mine to the mattress. The pent-up emotions of the past months were pouring out of his mouth all at once. I freed myself and threw my arms around him, responding to his passion. He let me go and I stared into his wild eyes. "I thought we were going to get naked," I said.

He nodded, sat up and began taking off his clothes while I did the same. Then he came at me again, kissing my body all over, working downward until he took my cock in his mouth. Propping myself on my elbows, I lifted my head and watched him suck, hard and with concentration, sliding up and down on my shaft with tightly sealed lips, pulling my balls just hard enough to tighten the skin on my shaft and heighten my pleasure. "I'm going to shoot if you keep doing that," I told him.

Gary stopped. "Not yet."

He sat up and reached past me to the cinder block he kept by the head of the bed as a nightstand. He pulled the tube of K-Y out and squeezed the lube out onto his hand. Then, to my surprise, he grasped my cock and greased it. Before I could ask what he was up to he reached behind him with the same hand. My eyes widened and Gary smiled.

He straddled me, knees on either side, took hold of my cock again and positioned it between his cheeks. I felt it pushing against his hole and then, all of a sudden, squeezing heat as the head slid in.

"Shit!" A grimace of pain crossed his face. I took hold of him with my hands to stop him from descending further. Gary looked at me, twinkling despite the hurt. "Don't worry man, I'll be okay. It's just been a while, that's all."

He pushed down with his body until his butt was pressed firmly against me. I looked up. Gary's eyes were closed, his mouth open, his face upturned. "God, that's great," he whispered, as he began to slide up and down on my cock.

That picture of Gary will stay forever in my mind--my tough working man, who had never let me top him before, on his knees riding my cock, jacking himself off in rhythm with his downward thrusts against my pubes. His blue eyes had lost their glitter and were veiled with pleasure, his mouth hung half open, his breathing was quick and shallow. I reached up and squeezed his nipples. He closed his eyes again. "Yes Tom."

I was close to cumming. Gary had an uncanny way of sensing this and slowed his movements. "No, don't," I protested and he grinned in his usual mischievous way.

"Not yet, bud," he said, and lifted himself completely off of me before flipping onto his back. "I want you on top."

I needed no further urging as I knelt between his legs, grasping his ankles and spreading them apart, quickly pushing into his stretched hole. Gary's eyes shone as I drove into him, his hand pulling on his own cock. "That's right, fuck the shit out of me man, fuck me, fuck me...."

His whispered words drove me to frenzy. "Take it, Gary. Take my cum up your fucking hot hole. Take it... Oh god... HERE IT COMES," I shouted, as I felt myself go past the point of no return. No more words came from me, only hoarse cries as I dumped what felt like gallons of cum of into his ass. When I opened my eyes I saw the last few spurts from Gary's dick landing on his stomach.

I bent downward and kissed him. Our tongues tangled together slowly, still passionate but tired. I licked some of his cum off, then let myself slip out as I stretched out full length on his body. We lay in each other's arms as our breathing slowed.

I raised my head and looked at him. "Why'd you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Let me top you. You never let me do that before."

He shrugged. "Changed my mind. Wanted to know what it felt like with you."

"So what did it feel like?"

He glared at me in mock annoyance. "What is this, an exam? Let me up, I have to go get dinner started." He wriggled out from under me and headed for the bathroom.

I sighed inwardly. "Gary, I don't think--"

He turned and I expected his wrath to descend. Instead, he simply said, "Please Tom, stay and eat, would you?"

This was so unlike him that I could think of nothing to say except, "Okay."

Dinner was tasty as usual. I watched Gary as he ate a slice of the apple pie he had baked for dessert, cutting a bite with his fork and putting it in his mouth. He finally looked up and said, "Never seen a guy eat before?"

"What's going on?" I said flatly.

He finished chewing his bite, swallowed it, put down his fork and looked at me. "Tom, I'm really glad you called. Thought I might not get to see you before--"

"Before what?"

"Before I left town."

I tried to comprehend what he had just said. "You're--leaving?"

"Yep. Got a job offer from a cousin I have in Tallahassee to come manage some apartments he owns. It's steady, the pay's better than what I get now, and I get to live rent free in one of the units on site. Not to mention it's a lot safer than what I'm doing now."

"When?"

"Lease is up at the end of the month, so in three days I pack up my stuff, load it in the pickup and go. This is a furnished unit so I ain't taking much."

I struggled with the hollow feeling that was spreading inside me, and the lump that was forming in my throat. "I don't believe this."

Gary shrugged. "Tom, it's not like I'm your partner or anything."

It was true, but.... How could I say what I felt to Gary when I could barely understand it myself? Somehow during the time I'd known him he'd become more than just a hot number. Now, I was losing him.

Some of this seemed to be going through Gary's mind as well. He shifted uncomfortably in the shabby kitchen chair, turning to one side. "You know, I used to go crazy when weeks went by and you didn't call. I'd tell myself, why are you letting him get to you, he's just a jerk who's crazy for your cock...."

I found my voice. "Gary, it was more than that."

He looked at me and nodded. "Me too. I cared for you. Guess we both let things get a little out of hand."

"I treated you like shit."

He smiled in his crooked way. "What else could you do? I was just a hot fuck. It's okay."

I got up, went around the table and knelt in front of him. I laid my head in his lap and put my arms around his waist. I thought I should cry, but the tears wouldn't come. The anguish remained tight and hard, locked inside my chest. Gary stroked my hair.

After a while, he said, "Better go, it's late." I nodded and stood up. "Do you have an address where you're going? I'll come and visit."

"Sure." Gary rose and got a pen from somewhere. "Got something I can write on?"

I took a business card out of my wallet. Gary put it on the kitchen table and printed neat characters on it. I had never seen his handwriting before. "The number is my cousin's. He'll be able to tell you mine when I get a cell phone. My first one."

I took the card and put it back, and gave him another copy. I knew I probably never would write or call, and Gary knew it too. Still, it was better than just saying good-bye. He walked me to the door. I turned and put my arms around him one last time. He hugged me back and kissed me lightly. "Drive safe now, guy," he said.

"You too," I answered, then quickly let myself out. 

It's been over a year since that last evening. How can I explain what Gary was in my life? He was not my lover, but he was more than just a trick. I miss him, I know that. I miss his blue eyes, his crooked grin, the urgent touch of his rough hands. He surprised me one last time, sending me an e-mail a month after he left. "Got a computer in my office," it said. "Come and visit. You promised." Gary, you never know. I just might do that. END