4 comments/ 31101 views/ 22 favorites He Came from a Land Down Unda Ch. 01 By: lilBLKdress39401 Casica Daniels gets off the plane with weary flesh draping her bones. Not only does every inch of her over danced body ache but her heart as well. The cool evening air of Sydney Australia is making it better lifting her flowing brown body curls up and away from her face revealing her apple cheeks better. Her long pixie lashes flutter over her hazel eyes as she pulls the mane into a tussled pony. Her dainty slender fingers wisp away the baby hair strands from around her face and pulls a few more strands away from her full naturally rose colored lips. Her complexion is a sun kissed glow thanks to her mother's Creole and her father's half Hispanic descent. In the land of the perfect tan she will fit right in and her constant mistaken identity to a taller Jessica Alba or Christina Millian may be cause to a few jealous stares that she's already getting. Not focusing on such petty things at the moment, she takes off her London Fog trench and swings it over one arm revealing an ample bosom to weigh in at least a 38c that's straining against a simple tank top. Her skinny jeans prove right in the front but once the back is in view the question of her actually having to be poured into them comes directly to mind as her rear bubbles out much like her hips comparatively speaking to her narrow waist. Her Jimmy Choos click up the walk way to the terminal causing her hips to sway a bit and both her ass and tits jiggle to the beat of the strides. Slow steps make it painstakingly apparent of her sensibility from her confused, lost in thought look, to her unconscious death grip on her coat. It seems like it was only moments and not hours before she found her fiancé of literally 27 hours, in bed with a Victoria's Secret model, Spring Collection '07 page 34. The whole incident plays in her head like a movie. She's on the phone, saying her goodbyes and I love you's like a newly engaged couples do then wanting to surprise him one more time before her plane. It ends with watching pg. 34 cow girl the fuck out of her man. Correction...EX-man...too bad he doesn't know it yet. See, as quietly as she let herself in, her departure is much the same. "Wait a minute." She says as she stops on the escalator. She ponders the fact that it only takes about 10 minutes from her place to his and when she got there the two fuck birds were in full swing meaning she was probably at his house sucking his dick as she was on the phone with him. Angry at herself, she throws her hands up in disgust and steps off the escalator. "Stupid! So fucking stupid!" Just as she finishes her swearing to the heavens, she turns in time to catch the questioning stares of people and one terrified little girl. "Sorry...So sorry sweetie." she soothes before continuing on her journey. Better yet this is going to her adventure. She's never been to Australia and thanks to her profession as a choreographer and her in demand status with a certain slow learning pop diva with an appetite for exotic places, and men, her adventure will last for a month or two. She's been working so hard with being back-up dancer on four other tours, choreographer to 3 videos in one year, and doing little modeling jobs for friends that couldn't make it to their own shoots, it is ridiculous. Now George her fiancé...ahem...ex-fiancé wants to pull a stunt like this? It's not that her busy schedule takes time from him. With him being a music video director, he has his fair share of time on the road as well, but they always made time for each other. Something her mother the doctor says about her father the successful entrepreneur is that love always makes time and she believes that whole heartedly. Once at baggage claim she realizes there's no use chasing a man who obviously thinks pg 34 can cook his favorite meals when he's sick in bed or massage his muscles from a rough day of "kiddie wrangling" as he refers to working with snobbish music stars. "Maybe she'll enjoy his whiny ass." She snipes as she reaches for her luggage at the same time a man reaches for the bag too. Slowly she lets her gaze meet his and her breath catches in her throat. The most gorgeous man she's ever seen in her life looks just as stunned to see her. Hooking the dead ringer prize for David Beckham, from the buzz cut and wardrobe of a slightly stretched V neck undershirt and straight jeans, the only difference is that this Adonis is tanner, more muscular and cut, with more inches added to his height. His crystal grey eyes roam over her figure, a shot of color rises to pigment her skin tone. When they both snap out of their trance, people behind them start to complain about them just standing there. She quickly moves down the conveyor belt with him right in toe to the bag they missed. Cassie is about to walk away with it but his voice stops her dead in her tracks, "Ahm...excuse me ma'am...that's my bag." His voice is a low seductive rumble with an accent to boot. He's a native. It sends chills down her body, but not her pussy. She could swear it is on fire right now. She turns around, "No sir..." looking down to make sure her Bela Lugosi sticker still in tact. "...I believe this is my bag." She smiles. The dimples in the middle of her cheeks stick in like invisible needles are holding them in place, causing his breath to catch this time. Shaking his breath back to normal he pads over to her and with an equally dazzling smile says, "Well you must believe in Santa too because you believe wrong." She laughs through a dropped jaw. For a second he imagines what it must feel like to have that bubble gum pink tongue lull out and lick the tip of his manhood or what it must feel like to rub it over her pouty dusty rose lips. He shifts a bit to shake this image but when she folds her arms over her chest making her tits bulge more, the image only returns but with a different part over her anatomy. She lifts a brow to accept his challenge. "Bet?" he says. "Conditions?" she answers. "If it's my bag you buy me a drink and vice versa." "How do we settle this? I don't use I.D. tags" "Well me either, we'll just have to take a peek at the guts won't we?" His smile broadens to a rumble of laughter as her button nose crinkles at the suggestion. "I don't think some stranger looking through my bag will be the determining factor in this bet." "Why, too chicken?" "'Cus you probably just want to see my panties." she giggles then stops with a hand over her mouth when she realizes the last comment came out louder than intended. She turns around to gage people's reaction to her outburst seeing as they are still in baggage. When she turns around, seeing the coast is clear, he's standing right next to her. "I'd love to see your panties...but only in passing as I slide them down your legs." Each word passes over her like little sonic waves and they shoot to her, now, wet pussy. Her buff complexion heats to a red clay tone and her arms fall to her sides as she is taken off guard. "I-I don't t-think this it your bag." she sputters. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a blue rectangular stock card and runs the edge of it lazily across her collarbone down to the tops of her cleavage making her chest heave slightly more pronounced with excitement. "Well there's another bag coming through that will look like that one, I saw it a minute ago. I'll take that one and if it turns out to be my guts...please give me a call." She slides the card through her fingers in acceptance then tries to move past him. "What if I need to call you?" Stopping, she blinks, fluttering her Bette Davises at him, "You won't need it." She turns and saunters off basking in the thought of him still watching her ass. ~*~* Once in the suite, she kicks off her heels and deposits her suitcases before disappearing in the bathroom to run a bubble bath in the spa tub. Coming out she prances over to her bag to find her favorite Lush Bath Bomb made from all natural ingredients. Her friends always tease that she is really a hippie with expensive taste because of her obsession with natural animal safe and environmentally conscious products paired with her healthy way of living. She can't help that she loves life and everything it has to offer, but this just adds to her overall appeal that makes her more than a pretty face and banging body. Not to mention her funny as hell and compassionate personality, her well spoken and intelligent views, and her thrifty ability to find everything expensive she wants on a wholesale price. Rummaging through the bag looking for her favorite nightie to sleep in she realizes that the contents of the case aren't hers...more like someone else's guts. She quickly checks her other bags and confirms they are hers and that they're all there, but her Bela bag...her Bela bag is her special bag, her bag of tricks, and treats. Mostly things to occupy her mind because her man isn't around to have some release. She really needs it now that she has no man at all. Realizing that the bag is in the possession of a dangerously sexy and scandalous man makes her excited and embarrassed at the same time. It excites to know he is fondling her undergarments and embarrasses her to know he's also fondling Peter Cotton Tail...her favorite rabbit vibrator, *ahem* among others. She falls back on the bed where her hair sprawls back across the goose down comforter. She reaches in her pocket for her cell and then the other one for his card. "Alright Mr. Lochlyn Miller... time for you to bring my Bela back to me." She dials the number and after the third ring the receiver picks up. "Mmmm is this bunny rabbit?" "Uh...Yes..I mean! No...I'm Ca-Casica Daniels." she covers her face with her hand hoping desperately he can't somehow feel the heat generating from her temples. "I mean to say that we never got to be formally introduced." There's a pause. "You can call me Cassie...everyone else does, or Casica but only my mother calls me that so it's kinda weird. Not to say that you're weird! Although, you did find my vibrator and there's no telling what you've done with that. I mean... Oh my god!" She wishes the bed would swallow her whole like Johnny Depp in Nightmare on Elm St. Unfortunately it doesn't but fortunately his seductive laughter eases her jitters into a nice shiver that runs down her spine then back up between her thighs. "You're so adorable." "Thanks." she answers meekly. "Let's have dinner; I'll have my car pick you up." "You're car? Like Knight Rider?" He erupts into another sexy ass laugh, "No bunny...I'll have my driver pick you up." "OH!" She shakes her head. "I'm not usually this ditsy..." "It's okay; you're probably thinking about what I'm doing with your bag." Now the pause is on her end making him a bit nervous but he presses on, "Don't worry about it, I didn't look too long at your panties." The last part of the statement comes out breathy making her nipples tighten against her lace bra on up to her top. "How many girls do you do this with?" she answers in her own seductive tone. "Tons before you but right now it's just you." They continue to talk a bit more mostly about what hotel she's staying at and how he likes to stay there as well on occasion. Probably to take his conquests when he didn't want them knowing where he lives she thinks to herself with a quirk of her lip and a lift of her brow. Before they get off the phone he stops her just before she presses end on her cell. "Don't wear panties." He rumbles making it sound more or a command than a request. Before she can respond, the call ends and she flips the phone and looks at it like it just sprouted antenna. ~*~* Cassie smoothes her hand over her Prada leopard print clutch resting in her lap to ease the shakes riddling her hands. She watches the lights of Sydney sway past her eyes as she rethinks how she's ended up in Lochlyn Miller's personal car. She shifts across the seat to speak to the driver, "Excuse me? Where are you taking me?" In the rush of things she forgot to ask where they are dining. "One of Mr. Miller's favorite restaurants." She nods solemnly after waiting for more of an explanation. "This 'favorite restaurant', does he take a lot of women-."? "I'm not at liberty to answer that ma'am." The driver interrupts. "Ah." She says simply before slumping back against the smooth leather. There's a silence for a beat before he strikes up "Many before but not lately." She smirks then quickly snatches it back 'Wait, why do I care? He's just the perfect start to a great adventure.' She thinks before praising whatever higher power that gave her the ability to rationalize questionable endeavors. Once they pull up to the restaurant entrance a valet attendant opens her door and helps her out of the car. A few heads turn in her direction making her beam about her appearance. She smoothes a hand to the bone lining of her strapless super silky black dress that hits at the middle of her long shapely legs. It has a low back as well making it impossible for a bra. The bone piping in the torso of the dress helps support her bosom and accentuate her collarbone. Her hair hangs to the left over her shoulder with a Rita Hayworth wave from "Gilda." She has brown and apricot shimmer shades caressing her eyes, bringing out the yellow flecks in her hazel pupils with a coral blush and matching lip gloss. She walks into the building and its romantic atmosphere envelopes her in a warm glow. She takes three steps and before the fourth a strong hand latches around her waist and pulls her in a dark and narrow hallway that looks like it leads to the office and restrooms of the restaurant. The meaty hands pull her hips into his. "You look beautiful." Lochlyn's voice fills her right ear as her ass involuntarily sways into his groin. His hand falls to the hem of her skirt while he simultaneously scoots her legs apart with his right leg. He caresses her inner thigh slowly and grinds his semi-hard cock into her ample rear. She sucks in a quick breath as his middle and ring finger caress her waxed cunt lips gingerly, "Mmmm...you follow instructions well bunny." His hand quickly retreats as he moves past her but still keeping a hand at the small of her back to steady her wobbly stance. "Now let's eat, I'm hungry...and you owe me a drink." They sit and stare at each other with different expressions on their faces. His face expresses longing, cockiness, and a hit of trouble. Hers is of confusion, excitement, and longing. Picking up her signal of confusion, he breaks the silence, "I'm sorry love, you must have tons of questions for me and I've given you hardly any chance to ask." The waiter brings their drinks and sets her B-52 in front of her and a gin and tonic for him. As soon as he leaves she begins. "What do you do?" "Do you really want to know, it's all so boring." "I wouldn't ask if I didn't." With a sigh he gives in, "I had some luck with some internet stocks." She lifts a brow, "Internet stocks? That's it?" "Ummm, I got a substantial inheritance when my father died some years back; I took it to a friend who's an accountant and obviously it's been good to me. I've invested in small businesses all over Sydney and other little places in six other countries." She chokes on her drink, "Six countries?" "Yeah, I like to travel and I like to be extremely comfortable when I do." "I'll say." she coughs as she sips her water. "And you?" "I travel a lot with my job as well." "And that would be." "I'm a choreographer; I'm actually on business now." "That explains the body." She lowers her head a bit to blush then lifts it to meet his gaze. "You want to know why I thought our bags were mixed up." "Bela?" "Bela." he nods "Yeah..." "Yeah, it's how I tag my bags and you have the same sticker that I use." "So I've gathered." His accent then changes into an exact Hungarian mew of Bela's Dracula, "You have a hunger for the darker side my love?" She giggles at his impression before answering. "You can say that." They begin to talk about their love for movies, especially horror and they both find out that they're both pretty knowledgeable and argue over whose obsession is more legion like it's a debate. They click so well having most of the same interests and along the same sense of humor making the jokes come fancy free and calming her nerves about the fact that she isn't wearing underwear for a man she hasn't known for more than 6 hours. She finds out that he's an extreme sports buff as well. From base jumping to wrestling alligators, he's done it all and if he hasn't done it he's on his way to do it. He finds out that she wants to open her dance studio and have it cross into a wellness spa, something that doesn't sound half bad to him once she explains it to him. The more she speaks the more he's realizing she's quite possibly the best banter he's had in years if not ever! This quality makes her hands down the most alluring woman he's ever conversed with. Her eyes sparkle as she bubbles with excitement over a story she's explaining making it hard to keep up with the details. Not to mention the hurtin she's putting on him every time she laughs at something sending shockwaves to the tops of her cleavage. He moves into his inside blazer pocket to thumb the lace of her panties. He looks around to debate if he will fire into his arsenal or just save it for the ride home. He looks around the restaurant and senses that it's almost closing time since they're the only ones in the restaurant. Thank god he's a silent partner or he'd feel bad for keeping everyone up. He looks up at the time at the same moment his phone rings. He quickly mouths an apology as he takes the call, and she holds up a hand in a gesture for him not to apologize and she understands. She notices that he looks at his watch and wonders if she's keeping him from anything then that turns to a feeling of maybe she's boring him. As he turns slightly to cover his mouth away from her she looks down at her mostly eaten salad. Well at least she's had a fabulous meal. She picks through it and finds a prize of a cherry tomato and pops it in her mouth after it's eaten she licks her lips to get rid of any dressing residue; looking up she notices that he's still talking but he's staring at her. Maybe more at her lips come to think of it. Savoring the lusty sparkle in his eyes, she inadvertently licks her tongue out to wet her mouth more. "Scott I'll have to call you in the morning." He says as he claps the phone together, not taking one glance from her lips. He quickly jumps from his seat and is on her side in a flash. He yanks her from the seat and pulls her close to him to capture her mouth in a kiss. He can distinctly taste peaches as the kiss goes more forceful almost taking her breath away. She whimpers into his throat and he releases her, "You want to play don't you bunny?" Cassie just stares at him in a daze before asking, "What are you doing to me?" "Nothing you aren't already doing to me." While still in the embrace he invades on her neck with a rain of kisses, nibbles, and suckling as his hands wonder aimlessly over her body. Just as her body is about to melt completely into him he pushes her back a bit and reaches in his inner pocket of his blazer to pull up a small hunter green piece of material. Her brows furrow in confusion before he grins and unwinds the material to reveal them to be her lace thongs. "I couldn't resist after what you said in the airport. I want you to put these on for me, and then I want you to come home with me tonight." She blushes before taking them, "I don't..." "I want you Cassie. I don't know what your situation is and at this point I don't care. Usually girls approach me and honestly you're the first girl I've asked out in awhile." He stands back to wait for her answer and hopes to God that he doesn't sound too arrogant and pretentious because even though he is both of those things it is the honest truth. With a cheeky grin she slips one leg in then the other into the green undies and slides them up slowly. She turns and begins to walk away but not before calling back, "I'll be waiting in the car." He Came from a Land Down Unda Ch. 01 ~*~* They can barely keep their hands off of each other in the car and through his front door before he takes the stumbling out of the equation by lifting her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. They move to his living room mostly because he knows he can't make it up the stairs to his room. He sets her down and they quickly undress. She finishes before him and he slows in stride. He takes in her naked form as she stretches out on his big brown leather couch. Her nipples are the size of nickels and the color of acorns in fall. She closes her eyes and begins to play with her right nipple with her left hand while the other hand fishes in her thongs to finger her already swollen nub. His face contorts in a mixture of yearning and amazement as her hand feverishly attacks her clit bringing herself to climax. She slowly opens her eyes to find him still with his pants on and the same expression on his face. He's never seen a girl just go at it on herself in front of him without him coaxing them and even then they are so self conscious about it he isn't even turned on anymore, but she nearly forgets he is even there. "You gonna take those off? I feel a little alone." Not acknowledging her comment he never takes his eyes from her hands and strips his pants off. She is still absently rubbing herself as she watches his fingers dig into the elastic bands of his underwear. She can see his bulge but the waiting is torture to see the actual member. He senses this hunger in her eye and he decides to use it to his advantage. He instead leaves his underwear on and pulls her hand away from her underwear. He nestles between her legs on the couch and looms over her so that he's inches from her face. He looks in her eyes and says, "Keep your hands up there." With that he reaches up and smoothes his large hands from her wrists down to her to breasts where he lingers a bit. He nibbles her chocolaty nipples while his other hand tugs and squeezes the other. He smoothes his hands further down to her ass and starts to continuously rub it. "I love this ass!" he yells as he breaks away from her nipple. They both laugh at his silliness as he straightens up and lifts her legs up around his waist. As the bulge she so lusted after moments ago gets closer to her super sensitive clit she knows she won't take any time before she's mewing under his watchful gaze again. Somehow she thinks he knows that as he flashes an evil grin. He leans into her and captures her neck with his teeth and tongue and begins to assault it up and down her collarbone. That along with his pelvis grinding into her in circles is all she can take. Cassie moves her arms over his head and he promptly stops and looks at her with a scolding look, "Hands up young lady." She reluctantly pulls them overhead and he continues all the while the heat from their groins is rising every second. She whimpers under him, "P-please..." He doesn't look up he just smiles into her neck and says, "Please what? What do you want?" He stops the gyrating to wait for her answer. "I want you to..." She stops because she's never been made to beg for anything much less sex, but with him it is all so different. He thrusts in slowly, "You want that?" he growls in her ear and she groans out. "Uh huh." She feels his smile widen bigger in her neck as his hand slips under her panties. He takes his middle finger and runs it up her slit. With a fake shock to his expression, he looks to her, "You got a river down there ay?" She bites her lower lip partly because his accent is so thick and it gets her hot but partly because she didn't want to seem like he has a big effect on her. He smoothes her bangs from her face and says in and low tone, "Alright then...but just because you said 'please'." With that he moves over to his crumpled pants and fishes for his wallet. She takes her underwear off and he soon follows. He sheaths himself with the latex and rejoins her in the previous position. Lochlyn slowly lowers into her body and immediately beads of sweat pop on his forehead. He isn't even all the way in and she is making him see stars. When he finally gets to the hilt he looks down to find her biting her lower lip harder. He bends down to capture the skin from her top teeth and slides in and out slowly. "Your pussy is so tight and wet. It's like a perfect fit." He groans as the momentum grows. Her heavy pants turn to little screams with every thrust. "Oh god, I don't think anyone has been that deep before." She moans out. She takes a mental note to kick herself for letting that information slip but it is the truth and for some reason she feels like sharing. This tidbit sends him over the edge as he begins to beat down into her cunt with all he's worth. He looks down into her screaming face and closes his eyes as he feels his balls tighten. She tightens around him as well before yelling, "I'm cumming!" and she releases herself all over his dick causing her to surge up and meet him just as he spurts his seed into the latex. They collapse back onto the couch in pants with him still inside her. They lie there for awhile to catch their breaths and suddenly Cassie feels herself being hoisted up into Lochlyn's big frame, "Lochlyn!" she squeals "What are you doing?" "I'd like to move this to my bed...I'm not nearly done with you yet." His eyes glitter with the previous statement and instantly make her tighten around his dick, "Mmmm that's tha spirit love." He captures her lips in a powerful kiss as his tongue lashes into her mouth catching her by surprise. She tightens her grip around his neck and is happy she isn't engaged anymore. Her adventure is turning out to be more than just that. He Came from a Land Down Unda Ch. 02 He skips up the stairs effortlessly like she isn't lying in his arms. He momentarily looks through the halls as if he's forgotten where he sleeps. He finally finds it, and all the while she's taking in the eccentricity of his home with statues and figurines from different parts of the world. Even though she's probably been around the world as much as him, she can't help but feel a bit inadequate next to him. She gets the notion out of her head, remembering that usually the best adventures can go bust with over thinking the situation. She decides to call a spade a spade and just enjoy the night in this fabulous house, owned by a incredibly handsome businessman. He put her down, causing him to withdraw himself from her passage and a low groan escaped\s both of them from the sensation it causes. "Gotta go to the bathroom to get more helmet hats for my willy. You make yourself comfortable on the bed." He says in a low voice. His breaths are wet and hot on her earlobe, lulling her to relax in her stance as she turns to walk over to his bed. He still stands there as he takes in the sight of her ass swaying from side to side and with each light step, a little tidal wave ripples in each cheek. Before she's too far away he takes his palm to her rump to make the waves bigger. "Mmmm, that's right. I'm not through with you yet lass!" The feel of his slap to her butt only makes her hotter for him as she acts like the hit didn't faze her. It only fuels her to saunter more to the bed. She loves to have her ass smacked and it iss like pulling teeth out of her ex when she asks for it. If she knows that all she has to do is fly across the world to get the sex she's been yearning for, she would of booked the ticket long ago. When Lochlyn comes back from the bathroom, he halts at the sight of her taking her bobby pins out of her hair to free the tresses into a free flowing mass of silk. Cassie's breasts arch higher and jiggle slightly as she removes the last pin. She runs her hand through her hair to get kinks out. Her head turns from him, and doesn't notice him watching her with a full box of magnums. He sits the box on the nightstand closer to his side of the bed. She feels a dip in the bed but still doesn't have time to react before his large rough hands are gravitating up to cup the weight of her breasts. Her breath goes shallow almost on contact. He's still on his knees and bends down to her ear, "You're so beautiful." She closes her eyes and moves deeper into his toned chest as he palms her pebbled nipples. The tips of his fingers move to the middle of her chest and travel down in light wispy strokes to her abdomen. He stops at the top of her pussy and below her belly button. He smirks as the quiver in her belly intensifies and she slowly begins to look over her shoulder. He gets a glimpse of catch light in her honeyed eyes and he goes straight in for a kiss on her lips. She arches and gets on her knees as well. He keeps one hand teasing the top of her pussy and her lips but no actual contact to her protruding clit. She whimpers softly in her throat every time he brushes near it. His smirk transforms into a full on sinful grin at how responsive her body is to him. His other hand acts like a buffing rag on her ass but in incremented times he swats a random cheek making her squeak every time in anticipation. He pushes her over to be on all fours and tells her to spread her knees more. Her body shakes with arousal and screams for Lochlyn to silence it. She's never been this hot for anyone and in the back of her head she can tell that Mr. Miller, is going to be more than what she's bargained for. He is definitely packing more than any of her other boyfriends and she makes a mental note to call Lovie and curse her out for not dispelling the myth earlier about white men. She's never been against dating a white guy but she's just never had a chance...until now. Even if he were of normal size, his study of foreplay is impeccable and sends her to the moon. Before the thought can leave her mind she feels one of his digits dipping into her sopping wet heat. "God you're gagging for it aren't you baby!" He says breathlessly with amazement. He takes the finger away and she looks over her shoulder in a bit of a pout to catch him licking her juice off his middle finger like a cat licking cream off its paw. Her eyes fire up at him so hungrily tasting her with his eyes closed tightly. He opens them to notice the glare in her mouth. "I'm sorry darling. I'll make it better." He immediately swoops down between her legs and snakes his long tongue out to her clit licking all the way back to just before her asshole. He gives her a few more long languid strokes of his tongue like that before focusing on her clit. He diddles it furiously causing her legs to quake hard. His strong hands hold her ass up, not wanting to stop the feast just yet. Her cries and moans are music to his ears and he feels like he's playing her like an instrument. Thank god for the clarinet lessons as a child, he thinks as her torso falls into the sheets, giving him a better view of her spread lips. He can't help notice that her pussy tastes like peaches, much like her mouth from earlier. He starts to slurp and nibble all over her slit making her scream out. With other women he would of stopped and fuck them senseless but something tells him not to stop until this woman is punished with pleasure. He fucks her pussy with his tongue while moving up and down slowly. A couple of minutes like that, and he's fully holding her up to his mouth as he suckles her button. She raises a hand and hoarsely says, "Mercy!" He chuckles before laying her ragged body in bed. She lies panting while he takes in the sight of her. She has the sheet sloppily strewn over her body, covering one breast. He gets up and walks to the wall close to the bathroom and pushes a button. Before Cassie knows it, a full bar from behind the wall. She is amused and in shock at his audacity, but she guesses that if he treats all the women in his life like he just did to her, it was at least considerate to offer some water; she is parched. Almost reading her mind, he pulls a bottle of water from the mini fridge and hands it to her as he gets back in bed. She stares at him silently as he lies back in bed and closes his eyes. His cock is still semi hard and he places his hands behind his head. "Sorry I don't have any Gatorade or something of that nature. I need you to keep your strength." She's been staring at his dick for so long she is in a trance. "Lemme know when your ready." She shakes from her reverie, "For what?" As soon as the words leave her mouth she regrets it. He lifts one eyelid and looks over to her incredulously, "You can't be serious. Did you forget?" He shifts over to pull the box of condoms he retrieved earlier. "That was just the warm up baby." He grins down at her as he swoops on her. Lochlyn rises onto his knees and she holds herself up on her elbows. She eyes his now very erect cock waving at her. She fights the notion of waving back as his hand reaches down to give the rod a few quick pumps while he rips into the box of condoms making them explode everywhere. She laughs at his clumsiness and looks up to him and she rises up to a sitting position. "Why don't you let me take that from you." She reaches for his hand on his unit and moves it away and replaces it with her own. She shifts her body to be more accommodating to what she's about to do next, "Lochlyn...?" She moves her hair to one side and turns her head to face him before licking the tip of his dick. His eyes are glassing over and have been since her hand goes to his dick. Now she's licking his cock head. 'Wait, did she say something? ' "mmm hhmmm?" he moans out as he stares down to her eyes then to her tongue laving at his cock. "Condoms?" He suddenly looks around the bed at the sea of gold rolled squares. She gives a sultry giggle in the back of her throat as he fumbles with one closest to his thigh. She rises on to her knees and goes for his neck, causing her tits to brush his chest, keeping his cock at full attention. He finally gets the latex on and urges her back on the bed. He hooks his arms out and his toned fore arms are on either side of her hips, "Rest your knees right here love." The passion in his voice reciprocates in his eyes as they haze in pure heat. She locks his gaze and complies with his request. Almost immediately his cock finds her swollen entrance just with a bit of movement in his hips, "You see that baby? He's been there all but once and now can find it like it's home." She smiles up to him then it slides into bliss as he enters her slowly. His girth filling her tunnel like no other she's experienced before. He's taking slow strokes, at first just to coat his cock in her juice then he rocks in and out with more deliberate harder strokes, but at the same pace. Wanting to speed up, Lochlyn, throws one leg over to the other arm and begins pounding into her sweltering channel. Cassie screams out his name at the top of her lungs. He laughs, "That's right baby! Get it all out! Not a neighbor for at least two miles!" He smacks her exposed ass cheek before throwing her legs over one shoulder and continuing to pound into her. "Oh..god...Loch...lyn!" She hiccups sharply. He places her knees back in the crook of his arms and leans over her to take a puckering brown nipple between his teeth. She squeals in delight as yet another orgasm crashes down on her within the hour. She's lost count after five. He continues on to another as he licks up her chest, to her neck, and ending hungrily at her mouth. His hips grind into hers. All the while he's looking in her face to gage what's good and not. He wants to know everything that turns her own so he can do it, and often. After successfully making her eyes roll in the back of her head yet another time, he decides to take it home. He puts his arms on either side of her head and hammers into her cunt like a piston. He's muffling her screams with his mouth. He tastes peaches as his orgasm hits and he rips away from her mouth and yells, "Casica!" He spills himself into the condom then collapses on her panting heavily. She runs her blunt nails up and down his back in a calming gesture. Lochlyn, thinks that this is something he can get used to. He slips from her and walks over to the bathroom to discard the condom. When he comes back she's out of bed with a sheet wrapped around her. He looks at her quizzically, "What are you doing?" She turns back to him with a start. She knows that there's no way he wants her to spend the night. She is trying to break free before he asks, 'So where can my car drop you.' "Well it's late." "So? I thought you said that your client wasn't in here yet and she was going to call you." "I know but..." "But what?" He circles her at this point. "You probably have a lot to do tomorrow and..." Before she can finish, his lips are over her and he's kissing her worries away. "I have nowhere better to be than here with you right now. That's all I'm concerned about." A low and ragged breath escapes her lips before a yelp after his palms reacquaints itself with his hand. "Now get that pretty ass back in bed. I'm still nowhere finished with you." He Came from a Land Down Unda Ch. 03 Before Casica opens her eyes she's awake. She enjoys waking like this; it usually means that the night before got pretty hot and heavy. She's afraid to open her eyes, because she'll lose the last semblance of that hotness and heaviness. Her brow furrows a bit – she's not in her bed. Oh yeah, she's in Australia. Realizing this, her brows lax once more. Wait, what about the hot and heaviness? One eye rises nervously to reveal a ruddy gold hued form lying next to her. Slowly the other eye follows suit. She rouses quickly leaning back on elbows and clutching the sheet over her bosom. Memories of all the events of the night before flood her senses. Heat rises from her body with the V between her legs being the boiler room. She looks at the sack of muscles as if Jesus himself is in his place. She can't see his face because his chiseled arm obstructs most of her view as he lies slightly on his side. No real need to because there's no way she can forget these stormy grays. Her stare travels down from his arm to his broad chest. She can see the creases in his physique and she wonders, 'Christ, he must flex in his dreams!' The assessment follows further down to his narrow waist. Just as she thinks she'll be rewarded with a cock shot, the crisp white linen almost purposely hides her heart's desire. He stirs causing her eyes to scan back up to his face. He has his head lying lopsidedly on his arm and he's staring at her much like she just did to him. He has a Cheshire cat grin and she reciprocates with embarrassment. He leans up and turns to get out of bed. Confusion and anticipation mar her face as he strides across the bedroom to the bathroom and closes the door. With the soft click, she blinks to realization that maybe she's over staying her welcome. She covers her face with her hands, trying to figure where her clothes and purse are. She scans the room through cracks in her fingers but nothing is familiar. Nothing but the gold foiled wrappers from the night before, looking like the night after Halloween when the kid sneaks their trick or treat bag to their room in the middle of the night. She swings her legs over the side of the bed and lands with a thud. Her feet skitter across the floor and out the door. She gets halfway down the staircase before she realizes she's running in effort to not let anyone catch her in her birthday suit. Her pace slows when she remembers they're in the maze like house alone. Once on the ground floor, she immediately spots her dress lying of the back of the couch. Cassie scans the room for the rest of her garments but spots her purse first. She blows a sigh of relief before rushing to the clutch. She retrieves the phone and sees seven missed calls. The first five are from her ahem ex-fiancé. She snorts to herself appreciatively. She knows she has to talk to him sooner or later, later is rising on her list. The last two are from Carina, the newest and brightest pop star out according to some reeny bopper magazine the studio pays for press. Too bad you can't say much about her I.Q. or attitude. A bit of regret stirs in her stomach but just as she pinpoints the emotion, she squelches it; adventures don't last forever. Cassie doesn't want to be that girl getting the 'you knew what this was before we started' bit. She pushes send on Carina's name and tucks the phone under her chin to her shoulder when she sees her panties. She listens to the call ring back of Carina's new song that she has to choreograph and instinctively starts to move to the beats. She didn't bother with the words yet; she lets the beat catch her first. All the while she is putting her dress on. Cassie stops at the small of her back with the zipper and hooks the closure. She goes to voicemail with Carina's snide voice saying, "Make me care to call you back." She straightens and catches the phone with her other hand as she rolls her eyes. While waiting for the beep, she shrugs her hair to one side and it becomes a disheveled representation of the style from the night before. "Hey C… Sorry I missed your call. I lost my phone last night and I've just found it. Anyway, I'll be back at my hotel soon, so hopefully I'll just meet up with you when I get there." She snaps the phone closed and turns to her shoes under the coffee table. *~*~*~*~ Lochlyn walks out of the bathroom with another box of condoms saying, "Look what I found stashed in the cabinet. I knew I had—. He stops in mid sentence as he notices his empty bed. "Some more." His bewilderment launches him into a search for her; looking under the bed, in the sheets, and behind chairs. He knew she isn't literally in these places but he could have sworn she was at least in the bed at one point. It couldn't have all been a dream. Right? He notices the bedroom door is slightly ajar and he releases a breath of comfort. Good she hasn't gone that far. He follows the clues of her disappearance down the ground floor. He stops short of one step once he catches a glimpse of her going through her phone all the while naked. He notices the corner of her mouth lifting as she scoffs at whatever the small screen presents to her then suddenly she pinches it off to her dimple as her brows frowns. He follows suit with curiosity as to what has gotten her so happy then sad in less than a second. Her fascination gets the best of him and he decides to hold back on letting her know of his presence. He watches her naked form glow like treasure in the sunlight. Her hair in a body of bounce that hangs down her back. She turns slightly to present an almost profile view of her black pearl nipples and his mouth immediately moistens at the thought of his tongue laving at the peaks. It takes him everything in his power not to run behind her when she bends at those delicious hips to slip her dainty feet in her panties. Like a moth to a flame he's drawn in more as he watches the sway of her hips. He stops at the entrance of the living room, still not wanting to disturb her. He can't think of the last time he had a topless dancer in his house (because there have been times) but she is definitely the best. He groans in his throat as she bends once more to put on her dress. When she talks to her whoever it is on the phone, he immediately hopes that "C" isn't a current lover that has decided to surprise her while she's away on business. ~*~*~*~* As soon as she gathers her shoes, he clears his throat startling her attention to him. Her eyes rove his body and stop at his bulge in his boxers. She stands up but keeps eyes unmoving from his straining cock. Lochlyn starts toward her, knocking her out of her reverie, to locking eyes with his. He crosses the ottoman that blocks him from her and pulls her to his hips. He lifts one buttery leg up to hook at the small of his back. He grinds his groin into hers and with a slow rumble says, "I'm glad I caught you before you skipped on me. Why aren't you still in bed?" Cassie is in a daze and merely whimpers and goes to a low moan once his lips find her collarbone. He thrust up suddenly sending heat to her clit showering wetness to the rest. He continues in an intimidate tone, "Answer me please." "I t-thought you wan…" Cassie 's voice trails off once his pace is steadier. "I'm sorry, love…what was that?" "I thought I heard my phone ring." It isn't lost on him that she changed her answer, but he is starting to feel her dampness against his dick. He's starting to lose it himself. He hauls the other leg up and she quickly locks it to its twin. Her breasts jiggle enticingly, drawing his attention. "Are you hungry?" His words douse her like cold water. He is turning out to be more confusion than an adventure. Without waiting for her answer he carries her through the dining room to the swinging doors of the kitchen. Contrary to what she expects, the kitchen it bright and modern with a homey elegant feel. The floor is checkered out in black and white with yellow cupboards, counters, and a huge yellow island in the middle. The counter tops and island are a sleek black with matching appliances adorning them. He seats her comfortably on the island next to the vegetable sink and goes over to the refrigerator, but not without calling back, "Take your dress off." In a trance of submission she complies without taking her eyes off of him. He pulls a bowl from the shelf then opens the cupboard next to the icebox and pulls a honey bear bottle out. He stalks towards her with a heated gaze that causes goose pimples to riddle her body. He sets the bowl in the sink and the bottle on the other side of Cassie, trapping her between his arms. "Have you ever had strawberries and honey?" She merely shakes her head from side to side and watches his right hand rinse the berries in the sink and the other gently leans her back on elbows. His left hand smoothes down between her breasts, to her stomach, then down to the crotch of her panties where he lightly runs the pad of his thumb down the cloth covered slit. Her lips part slightly to allow a moan to escape. His eyes lift to hers and his breath almost catches at the amount of deep wanton craving they're radiating. He takes a strawberry and drizzles it with the honey and hands it to her. Cassie indulges and surprisingly loves the taste of the new treat and doesn't notice Lochlyn turn off the water. He takes a still dripping strawberry and holds it at the valley of her tits, leaking the water down her body causing her to twitch and fidget. He begins to crush the fruit over her body and the sticky crumbles drizzle down her torso in a landslide pattern. With a devilish glare he squeezes thin wispy lines of golden sweetness over the pieces of pink and red. Several rivers of berry juice run down her stomach, making a race to the delta between her legs. He notices and makes quick work of removing her panties. She raises her bottom a little to help, then Lochlyn traces his lips down her legs as he slides the lace down. He hooks his arms behind her knees and pulls her to the edge of the counter. He takes another berry and crushes it below her belly button and follows with honey. He once again offers her a honey-covered strawberry before diving into her crotch with ferocious intensity. She can't pay attention to her sweet treat because his enjoyment of his own sweet treat won't allow it. As Lochlyn needles her honey-covered clit, he looks up to the mash of fruit leading to the upturn of her chin. Her head is thrown back and a song of moans and groans are the only things reverberating off the walls, with wet suckling noises as a layer. Against his tongue he can feel her pulsating pussy tremble. Lochlyn scoops down, making her back arch to ready her body for an earth shattering orgasm. He drinks at her pond for minutes on end causing her to shake uncontrollably. A wide grin dons his face as he lifts his body up to tower over her. He knows she's still in the afterglow but can't hold out to finish his meal. "You look so delectable." He chuckles at her panting form and slit eyes. He moves up her body with and exploratory tongue, scooping up the remains of the fruit. She begins to whimper again with higher pitches the higher he goes. She runs her hands through his hair and guiding him to the more sensitive spots on her body. Like a baby nursing, he latches on to one nipple. Cassie's high whimpers sizzle to a groan before he runs the tip of his tongue between her ribcage. Her heart is beating rapidly over the slippery muscle and his heart begins to quicken and take on her beat. He rises up to her mouth and the traces of her sweat, juice, and sweetness linger on him as he finishes his breakfast with her tongue. They both moan so loudly they begin to laugh in each other's mouths. She gently pushes him back a little and says, "Are you sure you're not a vampire." "What do you mean?" Still giggling, she finishes, "You tempt and seduce me till I don't even have the brain power to resist." He puffs out his bottom lip, "Resist me? Honey why would I want you to do that?" he finishes with a laugh. "I don't know…I just thought…" He can't help but think back to her phone conversation and his jealousy is starting to percolate. Obviously she thinks he just wants a one stand. He doesn't know if he wants a full relationship but the fact that he may not have that option is somewhat annoying to him. What the hell is she doing here if she already has someone? His eyes scrutinize her, "Do you have a man?" She skips a beat before answering honestly, "No." The beat isn't lost on Lochlyn. He allows it because her nipples begin to pebble from the cool air wafting in the room. Her body is still glistening from honey and berry remnants. She lets a breath stagger under his constantly heating gaze. Nervous from the silence she breaks it, "I'm so sticky, I better get a shower before I leave." She goes to jump down from the counter but he blocks her. "You don't have a man but you're so hasty to leave." He picks her up and instinctually she crosses her ankles behind him. She feels a little bad because she now knows he isn't necessarily trying to shoe her from his bed, and she totally forgot that she hasn't shared much information about her current love life. Though she isn't sure how much should be divulged, she's comfortable with her answer of simple "no" of whether she has a man or not. Why complicate an adventure more than you have to? They end up in the ground floor master bathroom and still with her dangling on his hips; he presses a button that's on the outside of the open stone shower. He tells her to hang on as he takes his hands away. Only for a moment though, so he can shed his boxers. Water juts outs from different directions of the shower and steam quickly rises to fill the large room. "You're welcome to stay longer." He says nonchalantly. "I actually have to leave after the shower. Business has been calling me all morning." She says with more regret than she wants to reveal. He nods somberly as they enter the shower with perfect temp water. He pushes her back on a wall next to the shower stall's window. "Well let's make sure you're nice and clean before you go." As he talks he drizzles shower gel between their bodies, and the cold contrast of the gel to the warm water makes her nipples peddle to his pectorals. He growls from the effect her body is having on him. If he thinks he likes her dry he has no idea what making her slippery will do to him. His thick rod rides at the folds of her opening making her tremble with anticipation. He just holds her closer before he shifts his hips to hold the bulk of her and she counterbalances herself by leaning back on the wall. In one smooth move, his cock slides up to the hilt of her and a loud gasp whooshes from her lungs. They steady themselves for a moment with connecting foreheads before they collectively turn up to look in each other's eyes. Cassie's mouth hangs open slightly while his hips move slowly away from her and joining back at her juncture. Her arousal causes her pussy walls to clench tighter than the night before. His jaw tightens while still keeping his eyes zeroed in on hers. He wants to remember every slippery curve of her womb for future jack off reference. Light dances in both their eyes as the pace begins to quicken to its beat. She sucks her bottom lip in her mouth and it slowly slides past the white tips of her teeth creating a rush of blood to effect the area causing the originally dusky edge to glow red instead of mauve. He glides in and out of her as his member swells at the sight and he slows to stop the wave of release that's threatening to take him over. He's never been with anyone this sexy and responsive as she is and her pleasure is all he concerns himself with. "I want to see you again." He says softly. She merely nods before allowing her head to fall back on the stall wall. With a quick thrust from his groin, she stands back at attention and squeaks like a trained seal. "Yes!" She remembers from the night before, he would ask her questions or make comments that she feels to be rhetorical but he obviously doesn't. When she won't answer he promptly does something that will invoke a reaction to his liking whether it is a nipple tweak, clit squeeze, or an intimate hiss of "Answer me please." Every time, her mind will do or say the first thing that pops n it. Without much training, her submissive side is coming back to play. She likes the feeling of being gently dominated but has no idea how to convey that to a man without him taking it overboard of just looking at her with disgust. Yes she is a beautifully independent woman who also feels women's rights are an issue still in a male dominated world. Yes she listens to her Bikini Kill or Sleater Kinney compilations religiously. But what a girl needs behind closed doors sometimes outweighs the social standings of the world of today. With her ex (let's call him 'lazy ass' for now) she quickly finds out if she wants pleasure she has to take it for herself. Not only is she thrust in a state of dominance with lazy ass; she starts to like it…a little. She blows him for a predetermined time in her head then lets him get on top and they always had to finish with her on top. She realizes lazy ass is like that because he really can't please a woman. At least that is the conclusion she comes up with after the fifth fuck session her and Lochlyn share in the wee hours of the early morning. With lazy ass it is a one-hitter quitter and she'd get up and go to the bathroom to start her nightly ritual with her hair and face. By the time she comes back out with rollers and a moisturizing mask adorning her face, he'd be out cold in a starfish pattern on the queen-sized bed. On a good day she could get him to move to make room. Not with Lochlyn's California King. She literally forgets where she is in his bed. "Is that a 'yes' I want to see you again too?" He smirks all the while pumping at a slow maddening pace. Her forehead crunches in frustration and she sucks her bottom lip back in her mouth. He lifts a warning brow at her as he stops with the tip of his cock head wading at the shallow end of her pussy pool. "Oh god yes!" she whimpers wanting the torture to stop. Like reading her mind he plunges back in, splashing to the deep end. From there he bucks her up and down on his dick like a motor that shows no signs of stopping. He grabs a breast possessively and pinches the berry nub protruding from the globe. He cocks his hips to an angle that's sure to catch what he deems "her spot". He found it last night and from then on takes every opportunity to pound it out when he's ready to have her coat his dick with her cream. Her pleasure will come in levels like a video game. First level…Find the spot and beat it into submission Second level…Listen for the whimpers to turn to moans, and moans to outright sailor talk such as, "Jesus fuck! Shit! I love your cock! Don't you ever fucking stop you fucking fucker!" He can't help but chuckle at that one. He's never been referred to as a 'fucking fucker' and it mean it to be positive, and coming from her it's positively mind blowing. Third level…Watch her eyes roll in the back of her head like a deadite from the "Evil Dead" series. Listen to her howl and beg for mercy before she explodes her pulsating cunt on his love stick. As she continues to cum, he pulls out and follows suit by starting the stroking action. She immediately climbs down and takes the full length of him in her mouth. She lingers at the base of his dick, flicking her tongue at the beginning of his balls. She bobs back and forth on his rod, needing nothing more than to taste him and give him the same pleasure he just administered to her. With wide-eyed excitement he watches her gobble his thick length and wonders what luck bestow him to have this sex demon suddenly take over. The sensations send chills and tremors through his panting form and he braces himself on the wall with both hands. He rumbles deeply from his throat as he spurts thread after thread in her mouth. She swallows every drop and finishes with a Campbell's soup commercial moan. His semi-hard on plops from her mouth and he can still feel her quick breaths heaving on the sensitive skin. He hears an audible swallow and looks down at her rising form with lusty eyes. Her head is down, not making eye contact at all. Cassie turns in the direction of another stream of water to finish her shower. With a furrowed brow he walks over to her as she begins to lather up. "What's wrong?" He Came from a Land Down Unda Ch. 03 She shakes her head a little to ward off his question but he steps closer and puts a rough hand on her shoulder. He can feel her tremble under his touch and inwardly smiles that he reciprocates the same feeling he feels from her touch. She slowly looks back with long pixie water logged lashes caressing light eyes dance with a bit of sorrow. His stomach lurches with a fear that he's done something wrong so he whispers, "Answer me please." With a gentle tone. She wants to reassure him that everything is okay but it's not. She loves that taste of him but she can't explain why. He must think awful things of her now for her slutty behavior. "I'm not a whore," she says simply. She frowns for thinking so ill of the situation especially with her best friend's choice of safe sex. It sounds more to convince her and not him but he's still taken aback by the comment. He turns her around to face him and lifts her downcast chin. Without having to ask where all this is coming from she continues, "I'm usually not this wanton. I've never had a one-night stand in my life. A-and I've never…" She stops, too embarrassed to finish. He waits for the rest before asking, "Go ahead baby." He coaxes gently. "I've never even tasted cum before, let alone swallowed." She turns back to the sprayer to finish lathering. She says it so fast it takes a minute for it to register for him. 'God why am I telling him this!' She thinks. A slow grin creeps on his face as the thought of him being her first forms in his head. He knew she was special but this is too good to be true. Her passion for him overrides her own judgment to allow her to give herself to him so freely that he didn't even have to initiate it. He has to admit that when he feels her drink from his fleshy straw with a thirst incomparable to anyone else he's been with, he thought 'Wow, what a pro!' But now he thinks, 'Wow, what a natural!' He comes behind her and wraps his hands around to cup her soapy breasts, "Here, lemme help you with that." She finally grins up at him and turns to kiss him. It starts innocently enough with soft smooches and sexy whispers about each other's bodies then it turns to out and out naughty talk and kissing session that only stops on account of the water turning cold. Once out she takes a look at her appearance in the mirror. "My god, I look like a drowned rat." She frowns to herself as she wraps a towel around herself. He laughs at her analogy and stands next to her in the mirror. "Well you're the most beautiful rat I've ever seen." She looks at him with an amused face, "Now that was probably the most corny thing I've ever heard." She erupts into laughter as he puts his hands up in defense. He joins in before she finishes, "But it's also the sweetest." She kisses him lightly on the lips before leaving the bathroom. He lingers in the bathroom for a moment and is a little taken back by the familiarity and comfort they're sharing in each other's company. Almost like a couple that's been dating at least six months. He looks at his reflection in the mirror and almost doesn't recognize the image. The dark circles under his eyes are lighter than usual. The lingering crinkles in his brow are starting to give up on its hold. He even has his natural smirk back. Something he hasn't had since…well too long to even remember on his part. Mere hours in this woman's company and he is starting to physically change for the better as well his mental. He leaves the bathroom to hunt his temptress down. He thinks it's funny he calls her his anything on top of a temptress. She obviously has no idea what she's doing to him, with her shy yet strong demeanor. He rushes the stairs when he sees her and her stuff are no longer in the kitchen. Back in his room, he can hear soft humming floating from his bathroom. When he slowly nudges the door open, he breaths deep at the sight of her. She hears the door creak and straightens like a little kid getting caught with her hand in the cookie jar. Tendrils of wet hair mat to her cheeks as she turns to face him fully. She's standing in nothing but her panties, and one of his tuxedo shirts. She has his blow dryer in her hand that she finds in his drawer. She gives an innocent smile and says, "I hope you don't mind, I'll make sure I get it back to you. It's just that it's kinda tacky to wear an evening dress before five and the dress is so revealing." He shakes his head as he walks to take a seat on the lip of the Jacuzzi tub, "Don't worry about it. It looks way better on you anyway." She laughs before plugging in his dryer, she turns to him and waves it at him as if to silently ask to use it. He waves a hand back at her as if to say 'sure' and makes himself more comfortable. Before Cassie turns it on she looks over to his close cut hair and narrows her eyes at him. "Why do you have this? You don't have enough hair to dry." He chuckles as he runs his hand over the fuzz, "This is actually new. My hair used to be to my shoulders. Drove the girls wild." "Can't say this look is making them go sane either." She purrs at him before flashing him a seductive smile. She laughs when she notices him blush. "My my Mr. Miller are you going red on me?" Blows a silent breath of relief at knowing the dryer isn't from a girlfriend or something. "Nah, I'm just naturally this tan." He laughs with her. Once again before she turns on the dryer she asks, "Are you going to sit and watch me?" "If you don't mind. I mean I've got nothing better to do and I've already called my driver for you. He's going to drive you around today." She nods and finally turns it on. It doesn't register what he just said until she flips her head to the side to get her roots, while finger combing her hair into big waves. Cassie turns her head in his direction and continues her ritual. All the while, he's looking at her with such fascination, you'd think she were performing brain surgery. "Lochlyn? Did you hear me?" Her voice cuts into his mind knocking him from his reverie. "Huh? I'm sorry sweetness, what was that?" "I said, you don't have to have your driver take me around all day. What if you want to do something?" "Then I'll take one of my cars into town." He says nonchalantly. "Cars? How many?" "Only three, and two motorcycles." She turns off the dryer and turns to button the shirt up to stop short of two. The shirt is long and blousy over her form, and only her shapely legs peak from the bottom as the shirt stops at the middle of her thighs. It V's down to show a little collarbone but stops before he can get a glimpse of cleavage. She looks back to the mirror and runs her hands through the cascading waves, which are flopping to one side. She is breathtaking in every way so far, whether she is naked, semi naked, dressed down, it doesn't matter. "If you say a partridge in a pear tree soon, I'm gonna go ape!" She laughs before sauntering out of the bathroom. He follows in step, seeing her examining herself in her his full-length mirror. She watches her frown at her appearance. Lochlyn smirks as he lies across his bed on his side, head in hand as he watches her next fashion statement. She puts the dress back on and her shoes and frown more deeply than the last time. He watches intently as he sees a light bulb go off in her head. Cassies turns to him, "May I borrow a belt?" He shrugs his approval and points to his closet, but she is already there. Cassie remember a "Sex and the City" episode where Carrie fell in the water with Mr. Big and end up in one of his suit shirts as well. To play it off she pairs it with a belt and it actually looks cute. She feels if it's good for Carrie then it's good for her. When she emerges from his closet doors he's amazed how good she looks in mostly his clothes. He's starting to wonder where she's been all his life. Lochlyn walks her to his car with his driver from last night and seats her safely in the back and closes the door. He clinks on the glass and Cassie rolls down the window. Before she can say anything he dives in head first to give her a heart-stopping kiss. He wants to taste her one last time before she goes and finds it hard to break the connection. When he finally does he speaks in an intimate whisper, "You have the driver for the day. When you're finished with all everything you have to do I want you to come back here. We got unfinished business to attend to." With that he backs out and walks backwards slowly away from the car. She grins and leans back in the seat. As she rolls up the window, she notices the driver's smiling eyes watching her from the rear view mirror. When they're a good ways down the road she scoots to the edge of the open partition of the car like she did the night before when he was taking her to Lochlyn. "I'm Cassie. What's your name?" "Call me Jesse, ma'am." "Only if you call me Cassie." He looks a little uneasy, "How's Miss Cassie?" She smiles warmly at the slightly older man and extends her hand. "Deal. So tell me Jesse, does Mr. Miller lend his car out a lot?" He chuckles at his new friend's line of questioning. "Let's just say, this is the first time I've been on call overnight. This is all new to me." She scoots back with the same goofy smile like after Lochlyn kissed her. He chuckles at her glassy eyed expression. Something is telling her this is more than an adventure and she likes it. He Came from a Land Down Unda Ch. 04 "Well well, look who remembered where her milk was coming from." Casica fumes from Carina's comment but plasters on the most apologetic look she can muster. "C I'm so…" "Car." Carina interrupts Cassie, stopping her in her tracks. "What?" "Call me Car." She says simply as two effeminate males slink from the salon blonde bombshell. They're all dressed in ostentatious dance gear that makes them look more ridiculous than fashion forward. "Just before we left for Australia, you told me to call you C. Since when has it been Car?" The laughing bemusement in Cassie's voice mirrors a mother's when speaking to her six year old for doing something equally strange. Carina is insulted and looks to her counterparts before snapping back to Cassie. "Since yesterday, not like it's any concern to you. A person should be called whatever they want! Besides, men usually care more about their cars than their girlfriends anyway. This way, men will be getting the same thing outta me when they fantasize about me." She ends it with a coquettish giggle. Cassie slightly shakes her head at the sad little girl. She walks off towards the side of the dance studio to put her stuff down. She sees now that it is going to be a long day if Carina has kicked the bitch level to orange already. Taking off the oversized sweatshirt, she can see them through the wall-to-wall mirror scrutinizing and whispering about her. ~*~* Carina Brandon didn't really care much for Casica, then again anyone prettier than her she deems an enemy before the first handshake. One of the cons of working in the entertainment business is to adhere to "What's Hot" mentality. By present standards, Casica Daniels is what's hot. Her moves are the most sought after by every pop and R&B artist in the business so Carina's label is paying a pretty penny for Cassie. The fact that they almost see her as more of a commodity than Carina pisses her off. Her scowl deepens as Cassie begins to stretch on the bar. Leon and Cole, her closest gay confidants/backup dancers, giggle like girls stirring Carina from her seething. "What's so funny?" She says with more baritones in her than she means to have. Leon and Cole both stop abruptly in mid air of high-fiving each other. Leon clears his throat, "Nothing." "We were just saying that Cassie's body is banging!" Cole pipes in, ignoring Leon's silent repeat of the words 'SHUT UP!' "What?" Carina seethes. "Not as banging as yours!" Leon quells "Uh uh! Look at her tits…they're at least a cup size more. And her ass…Leon even you said that it was an onion." "And what's that Leon?" Carina turns on both of them and Cole finally realizes that maybe he's said too much. They shrink down as she steps towards them, "Go ahead… What's an onion?" Leon clears his throat once more, "An ass so perfect it makes you cry." His voice quivers. That's all Carina needs before launching a barrage of assaults on both the men. She knows that when a woman can turn a gay man straight, even for a millisecond, then the girl is a force to be reckoned with. At that moment all Carina could think of is how that girl isn't her and it pisses her off. She's come too far after losing everything to let it be in vain. ~*~* Cassie watches the whole display in the mirror and continues her stretches with a secret smirk on her face. When she sees Carina hitting both of the boys over the head repeatedly, she finally thinks it's time to step in. "If you guys are ready, I can show you some moves I've been working on." "Actually," Carina punctuates the sound of each letter of the word as she turns on her heels. "I've been thinking that I should get a more hands on demeanor to my career." Cassie eyes Carina coolly while she slinks around her. It's amusing to Cassie to see this hack of silicone try to intimidate her. "Please…continue." Cassie folds her arms over her chest. "I've decided to co-choreograph this project." The shock is evident on Cassie's face as Carina talks through her drop jaw. "Don't worry about not getting paid your full rate or anything. The label already said they're okay with it." By calling it "rate" she demeans Cassie to a mere prostitute and Carina smiles in her mind at the subtle infraction. This hasn't fallen to the wayside to Cassie. "It's not that C…I mean Car…It's just that this is all very new to me. My "rate" only changed with you because I had to take more time with basics. Last time we worked together you didn't…" She pauses for emphasis. "It's just you gave me the impression that…you didn't know much about dance and didn't care. It's just really sudden now… " Cassie's voice fades as Leon and Cole are snickering so loudly at this point it's hard to finish. Two can definitely play this game girly. Carina holds up her hand to stop the hyenas, "Well could you at least take a look at what I've been working on before you just ground it to dust!" she snaps. Cassie walks over to the sidelines and sits under the bar to watch the show. "I apologize. By all means." She didn't want to make Carina feel bad but it is the truth and she started it. The first time they worked together, the label put her under the impression that the child was more than capable with traditional dance making her at least aware of posture. Turns out it was all a ploy to ensure that they could get Cassie on such short notice. The girl is rhythm-less nation at best. This makes it beyond hard for the timeframe they are working in and ultimately Cassie made the label pay her more for the trouble. It got back to Carina's people that Cassie is bad mouthing her and it just isn't the case. She knows that a girl of her young age is being exploited by this big franchise of a label and it saddens her to know that she's allowing herself to go down this road. It's probably the reason why she talks to her like a child sometimes. Though being 26 to Carina's 19 is not a huge difference in age, they're minds are in such different places. Life no longer ends because your favorite lip-gloss has been discontinued… Maybe your nail polish but definitely not lip-gloss. Still, Carina is an uber-bitch and any maternal feelings Cassie feels for her fades almost as quickly as they come. As the music cues, Cassie finds something to occupy her mind while Carina begins to gyrate around. The inside of her cheek is turning raw from the show and nothing wipes the rising smirk from her face but the thoughts of her night with Lochlyn. She's sitting on one leg but shifts to her bottom after thinking of all the naughty positions the leg has been through. Her bum softly plops to the hard floor and her throat tickles with a moan. The same tickle travels back down to her rear with thoughts of Lochlyn's hard hand popping her cheeks to a tinge of brick red color. Her body shivers remembering his words that he whispered against her ear after rubbing her battered flesh, "You're arse looks like a Sydney sunset bunny." Then he commenced to lick the nape of her neck, down her spine and ending on the heated plane of her ass. Involuntarily, her back arches from the mirror wall much like it did the night before. She no longer sees the bumbling movements of Princess Carina and her fairies but heated images of her last fourteen hours. At first he was teasing and leisurely with is ministrations. Bringing her to heated shrieks of release over and over before falling into a fitful sleep. It would prove to be a mere catnap when his hands find her out in the sea of sheets three times that night. She sleepily glided over to him like a magnet. Her mind still groggy but her body was on autopilot. The moon shining through the parted curtains highlighted his face enough to show his ravenous eyes. He wasted no time with foreplay like the previous times. He turned her into a contortionist, unrelenting in his desire for her. Using her body as he saw fit. Quenching his carnal instincts while renewing hers. Her cheeks warm of how easily she surrenders to him. He takes what he wants while she gives more than willingly. She impishly put the tip of her pointer in her mouth with all new memories of the morning's escapades. His definition of breakfast nearly makes her cum right there. The songs finally stops and she wakes from her reverie just in time. She plasters on a fake smile and lifts to her feet. Even though she isn't paying much attention, from what she saw, this is going to be a long day. Taking a deep breath she strides over to the three stooges, "Okay you guys that was good! Um… Why don't we take it from the top again and see if we can incorporate some…more advanced moves." ~*~* Lochlyn stumbles through his service entrance that leads to the kitchen. He sets the grocery bags on his breakfast nook table. He doesn't notice Pertiwi, his live in maid/cook and mother figure for as long as he can remember. He's unpacking the contents and setting them on the table when rapid clicks of Perti's tongue startle him to her direction. She rises from the floor to his view with a brush in one hand and a spray bottle in the other. A pointed brow peeks above her large frame glasses before turning to the sink. Her small frame is expected with her 68 years but her feisty nature give her the appearance and endurance of someone at least twenty years her junior. White streaks gleam through her coal black hair running on both sides of her head and tucked into a tight donut in the back. Perti washes the brush with her back away from him. He braces himself for the scolding of a lifetime, "Uh hey Perti! What are you doing back so early?" He'd given her a more than deserved two-week vacation and by his calculations she still has eight more days. "Eh! I come back early. I like being places I am needed." He smiles at her fragmented sentences. He still thinks it's funny after all the years of having her around. His relationships with his help are best described as buddy cop movies. Jesse and his relationship are "Bad Boys" with Jesse being the family man always telling him he needs to settle down. Perti is "Stop Or My Mom Will Shoot" If his "mom" is a broken English speaking Javanese woman. She turns off the water and back to him with a line in her mouth but bemusement in her dark eyes, "Think you get rid of me easily 'cause I on vacation?" Her mouth twists into an upside down U and she shakes her head, making the chains from her glasses shake vigorously, "Nah!" He laughs as he eyes the spot on the counter where he ate his 'breakfast' earlier. He goes back to unpacking the groceries. He thought he would have ample time to clean his mess, he can only imagine what Perti's mind is churning. She begins to scrub at the sticky surface with concentration on her face. She pauses long enough to roll more of the blue billowing crochet cardigan up to her elbows and plunges back in with her all knowing tongue clicking. He winces from the sound. She only clicks her tongue when she knows of his transgressions, which is every time. It's like she can smell it in the air or something. Just once he will like to pull one over on her. "You and lady friend know ants love sweets?" "I was going to clean up as soon as I got home Perti." He says, mocking a teenage son's demeanor when a mother is on his case. "Phooey!" He laughs at her interjection. She loves using similar outbursts like that in most of her conversations. "All it take is one looker ant to go tell rest of military." Lochlyn is heaving at this point, "I think you mean the 'scout' ant goes to tell the colony." "No difference, you get meaning. The time you take saying this to me you can tell me why you have all that food. I gone for week and I know you eat out whole time I gone." "Well my lady friend is coming back for dinner tonight and I wanted to make it for her." Perti halts in her actions and slowly looks up to her employer's back as he finishes taking the last item out of the bag. He turns to put the excess bags in a draw and finds her glowing expression on his. Her usual wrinkles in her mouth elevate to her eyes. She's all but laughing as she speaks, "You mean she come back?" "No need to be so surprised. Yes, she is coming back." He answers with a slight blush. "First one come back ever!" She puts her hands on her hips in a scolding manner. "You like this girl?" She comes over to the table to look at all the ingredients strewn on the table. "Yes Perti, but calm down. I know what you're thinking." She looks up to him with a look of surprise, "What?" "You're always havin at me to settle down. Have some kids. I don't know this girl but I do want to get to know her. That's it, nothing more." "Heh! I get after you to marry 'cause it not natural for one man live in such big house alone…" "But I have you, the PERTIest woman in town." He throws an arm over her shoulder and she promptly elbows him in the ribs. "Don't get fresh! Like I say, you need children to carry your name. Soon you not need me no more…have children and they need me." She walks back to the counter to finish. He chuckles lightly as her midwife/nanny colors shine brightly. This reminds him that she is Jesse's wife's midwife. "Speaking of children needing you, how's Katrina?" "Fine, she will deliver soon. Don't change subject…" she begins to take out mixing bowls, pots, and pans. "Aussie or Kiwi?" "Neither…Seppo." She clicks hers tongue once more. "Smart?" "Perti, why don't you meet her tonight when she comes back over?" "No no. I stay on my side tonight. You get to know this girl. So much to do in little time." She takes necessary items out to assist. He grabs everything from her hands as soon as she gets them. He knows she's about to attempt to cook his meal for him and he's trying to stop her. She glares at him till he grins. They both know of the other's plans and now it's a battle of wills. "I said I was going to cook for her." "That was before I come back. I here now, you go." "Okay then I'm glad. I got a lot of laundry in my room and…" "I wash already, Lester Brown!" She gives a sly smile as she moves to take the pot out of his hands. He chuckles but moves it out of reach, "You mean Buster Brown Perti, and I'm not letting you cook this meal for me. I really like this girl and I want to do this for her." Perti's eyes warm over with his admission. In all her time in his service, she's never seen him like this. She decides to compromise with him, and teasingly says, "Well I help. You cook, she never come back." He sees the determined glint in her eye and nods through a chuckle. Touché he thinks, as he probably would have flubbed it up to the point of having to get take out. Lochlyn's no fool though; he knows he would have at least gotten brownie points for effort. This isn't bad either. At least with Perti, it will be guaranteed good. He on the other hand just bought stuff and planned to experiment. Hell cooking can't be that hard, but as Perti begins rattling off instructions that he doesn't understand like, "folding the egg" and "blanch the potatoes", he knows it is heaven sent to have her come back early. ~*~* Cassie comes from the studio pulling at her sore neck and rubbing down to her shoulder. It's like keeping kindergarteners in line at the Smithsonian with the three of them making the chances of work being slim to none. She rummages in her bag for her phone to call a cab but a voice yelling her name stops her. She looks up to see Jesse waving at her from the parking lot. A huge grin spreads across her face like she's seeing an old friend; she didn't actually think he was serious about leaving his driver with her. Jesse holds up his hands for her to stand there and gets in to drive to her. Once she's safely in they do their greetings and politely ask each other how their day went. Jesse tells Cassie of Locklyn's two requests as he drives her to her hotel. The first is to shower and change. The second request leaves her breathless. "He also said if you have any questions to call him." Jesse reasons, because her state of shock still hasn't lessened by the time he pulls in to the hotel drive. On autopilot, she gets out to go to her room. Hand on the doorknob; Jesse's last words to her resonate in her mind. Once inside she goes for her cell phone to call Lochlyn. "Hello?" He answers in a hurried but sultry voice, almost like he is waiting on her call. "Are you nucking futs?" She squeals. "What?" "Nucking futs…. as in fucking nuts but ass backwards! Like you!" His deep chuckle sends tingles down her spine and she has to shake it off to remember why she is calling. "Ah bunny where's your sense of adventure?" Her voice catches and she steadies herself on the nearby desk in her room. 'How does he know?' She thinks. "Cassie? Cassie did I lose you?" "I-uh-I…No I'm here." His voice turns into a gravely whisper, "I told you we have unfinished business." Her throat dries up instantly and she makes an audible swallow. "Just bring a change of clothes for tonight and we'll discuss details when you get here. I have a surprise for you bunny." Next the only thing she hears is the blare of the dial tone. ~*~* As she's toweling her hair she has time to let the conversation and events sink in. He wants her to check out of her hotel and spend the rest of her time with him when she's not working. How did she get herself into this? A wealthy, gorgeous, knock your socks off in bed man is actually pining for her. A small quirk in her lip appears then slips again. What is the matter with her? She's usually so sure of herself in everything else she does so what's so different about him. She looks up to the steamed over mirror at her diffused reflection. "It's not him, it's me." She mutters absently. "It's me?" She croaks to the hazed image. That's it! Cassie rubs the mirror, clearing away a more true vision of her self. She's been wrapped up for so long in not having a real man she forgot what a real one does to her. Why is it so hard for her to believe that someone as hot as him can be interested in her nevertheless want to spend so much time with her so fast. "You're worth everything this man is trying to lay on you girl. Now get over it." Without a second to spare she goes over to the phone on the nightstand to call the front desk. "Ah yes…Can I get someone to help me with my luggage in about 30 minutes? Yes, I'll be checking out." As she places the receiver back on its hook, she dawns a determined smile before going to her bags to fish out something to wear. She's putting the finishing touches on herself as a light rap on the door calls her attention. With a whoosh of breath blowing past her lips she thinks, 'Well here goes." ~*~* Perti is in the kitchen finishing the meal while Lochlyn is upstairs taking a shower. They decide on black tea braised lamp chops, rosemary roasted red potatoes, and wild mushroom quiche. Lochlyn thinks it to be a little too fancy for a casual dinner in but Perti says "Nonsense!" and continues to cook. She is buzzing with so much energy she can barely contain it. She knows nothing about the girl but to keep Lochlyn's attention more than 24 hours means a lot in her book. She tells Lochlyn she plans on staying out of sight tonight and to leave the dirty dishes on the table for her in the morning. Before she leaves the kitchen though she wants to catch a glimpse of the woman then she'll dash to her wing of the house through the kitchen hallway. Like on cue, she sets the quiche next to the lamb chops right when the doorbell rings. A flustered Perti runs to the swinging entrance of the kitchen to peer through a sliver of opening allowable before the door will begin to creak. She sees Lochlyn running through the foyer and has to cover her mouth to keep from laughing as he almost stumbles to the door. He quickly opens it, and to Perti's approval upon seeing Cassie she turns beaming like a mother hen. She is beautiful and not dressed like a harlot like the other ones he's brought home. In her native tongue she clucks out, "Good….Good." He Came from a Land Down Unda Ch. 04 ~*~* Cassie stands at the entrance of the house and once more starts having the familiar feeling of doubt. Just standing outside of his door makes her feel stunted and small. Somehow, her once beautiful royal blue and white polka dot Betsey Johnson summer dress looks like a potato sack. She tugs the overnight bag higher on her shoulder. She nervously shifts on each foot and scratches behind one ankle with the tip of her shoe. Maybe all of this is a mistake. She has never been this impulsive or reckless and it is all starting to give her an uneasy feeling. Before she can think one more negative thought the door swings over. The light that dances in Lochlyn's eyes makes the icky feelings slip away. The only thing in his mind is how remarkable she looks with her bodice fitting dress with flare hem. The shade of blue compliments her wonderfully while the v neckline gives a delicate view of her ample bosom. It isn't overflowing but the tiny straps are straining a bit every time she inhales. He takes her hand and brings it to his lips while pulling her inside. "You look amazing!" He twirls her around taking her overnight bag off her shoulder. With the grace of a dancer, she makes the move sexily languid for his pleasure. She's not a vain person but being under his gaze makes her want to show him what she's got. With a saucy smile she does a little curtsy at the end. He chuckles and takes her in his arms to kiss her. She's startled by the sudden movement and tenses up as he hauls her into his mouth. The taste of him soon soothes her body, melting into his. He has one hand on her face and the other in her hair. It's down completely around her shoulders with a little bounce to it but no definite curls. She stretches up to deepen the kiss. He loves how even in heels she has to stand on her toes to kiss him. He has to steady her with a hand making sure she doesn't fall or trip. He doesn't mind, hell he'll give her two hands. He does just that by moving them to her butt. She moans into his mouth and he takes it as a sign to squeeze harder on her ass like she likes. Well more like how he likes. She finally breaks away, "We gotta stop." He steps back to take a look at the damage. Her already full lips are swollen and red, cheeks flushed, eyes lazy with lust, chest heaving with a strap fallen off her shoulder for sport, and her hair in dishevel. She is even more beautiful than before. He starts after her once more with a hungry look and she stops him, "Wait! Wait! You said you had a surprise for me." He snaps out of a trance when her words sink in, "Oh yeah, sorry love." He looks down sheepishly a little. "It's just that you look so good I lost myself for a minute." He pushes the sleeves of his white thermal up drawing her attention to the thin material pulling against his chest. It flares out a bit around his waist reminding her of his trim torso. His jeans sit just right on his hips making him a transfixing sight himself. He takes her hand to lead her to the eating area in the kitchen. "Where are we going?" She warns amusingly. "No worries darling. I promise we're having a proper meal tonight." As he opens one of the door panels to the kitchen, the aroma of the food wafts up to her face and she almost faints from how good it is. "It's apart of your surprise. I cooked dinner and afterwards we're going to have a 'horribly horrific horror movie night.' I'm not really a person to go out a lot. I just want to share with you my favorite pass time." She doesn't know what to say. No man, besides her father, has ever cooked for her. And ask for curling up and watching horror movies all night, she can't imagine a better date. She looks to the food that's set along the table ready for them to dig in. Cassie turns back to him and lands a kiss on him so hard he stumbles back in his chair. Without breaking their lips she plops down hard to straddle him. He inhales sharply smelling her amber vanilla perfume and groans from the heady mixture of her smell, the taste of her sugary tongue laving at his, and the heat from her crotch grinding into his. She whimpers in the back of her throat when his right hand reaches up to the nape of her neck. His other hand zeroes on the apex between her legs that makes her quiver. The soft satin of her panties blazes against his two fingers that are exploring the outline of her pussy. Instinctively, her hips roll with his strokes and he smiles inwardly at her eagerness to get his fingers inside of her. Her dampness drives him mad to the point of pushing her back this time. "Hold on love, we gotta get to a dinger. Once I start there's not going to be any time to stop and look for one." With that, he lifts her up with him as he gets off the chair and walks through the swinging doors. Her arms lock around his neck as well as her legs. She's hanging on so tight that he doesn't have to hang on to her to keep her up, leaving his hands free to roam over her body as they move. "W-w-what's a…." she clears her throat, having to stop because all the sensations he's sending through her body. He grins in her neck, knowing why she has to stop her sentence. He nips at her earlobe as he reaches the stairs, "Hang on baby, we're going up." "Oh god!" she groans through the first three steps. He juts into her with more purpose. Her face disappears into his shoulder and he can hear her soft grunts with each step. By step nine, she's close enough to warn him with her nails digging into his back. She can't speak over the intense rush of his thick jean seam rubbing against her thin material clad crotch. "Oh shit Lochlyn! I'm cuum-…!" With his right foot set firmly on the top of the steps, she releases a guttural moan before lying limp against him. He has to cup his hands under her ass to keep her from falling. When she finally looks up to him, his smiling features greet her with a warm embrace that cocoons her body. "You were saying bunny?" "Um what's a dinger?" He grins deeper as he continues down the hall to his room. "It's a rubber baby." He nudges the door open with his foot and through the threshold she squirms in his arms to get down. "Something wrong?" He leans against the door with an almost predatory stance. There is no way she's getting out of this room now. Not when it was hard enough to stop when she first came in but now she starts up again, that is his undoing. She backs away from him with a glint in her eye and smirk on her lips, "Nothing at all. I just figured while you were getting the protection I can be getting naked." "Resourceful you are. Kill two birds with one stone." He says as he goes to the bathroom and she's already got the zipper to the middle of her back. When he comes back he stops in his tracks. She's lying in the middle of his bed leaning back on her elbows. One knee is up and the other leg is down creating a tantalizing view of her shapely thigh and calf. She's wearing a bustier that's white with royal blue polka dots with matching panties, the exact opposite of her dress. He strides into the room and to the foot of the bed to take in the vision. Mouth watering at this point, he takes off his shirt and unbuttons his pants leaving her to view his straining erection through his jockeys. Without realizing it her hand shoots between her legs and her thighs close over it as she tries to stifle a moan. Just thinking of that battering ram putting its assault of her again makes her squirmy. When she looks back to him, his eyes are on her hand and her eye drops down to his hand as he massages his package. She can tell by the similar look that he must be feeling the same way about her. She decides to test the waters and brigs the hand back up to her mouth. She takes her middle and ring finger between her lips then slides them back out with a pop. He knows what's next and slowly starts to gravitate to the middle of the bed with her. Like downstairs, he traces his fingers over her pussy but this time she has her hand working under the fabric. He watches in amazement as her hooded eyes close completely in fiery desire. He inhales her floating scent and smiles. He loves how he's the cause of the perfume ambrosia permeating his nostrils. Her legs open more for better leverage on both their parts and he gets bolder. With his middle finger he moves the edge of her panties to the side and with his index he catches the oozing juices on the first crook on the digit. "You have no idea how delectable you look right now." "I think I have a pretty good idea just from the way you look at me." "How's that love?" Lochlyn leans up and licks at the finger like he's been licking a cake batter bowl. He pulls his underwear down and off of his body and is right next to her in a flash. She doesn't skip a beat with the conversation or what's at hand. She lifts her bottom to better assist him in taking off her panties and says, "You look as if you want to devour me every time we're in three feet of each other and by all accounts this morning, you all but did." At the last of her statement, her panties are being tossed over his head and he's going at a condom wrapper. "I apologize if I'm too aggressive but I have to lay my cards out and say that I've never been this toey-" "Huh?" "Sorry, babe. I've never been this hot for a woman before." With that, anything left of Cassie's doubts shatter. The sincerity in his voice makes it seem like he is telling her he loves her. Still she can tell that even though he probably hasn't told many girls that he loved them, he apologized even less. She had no more time to think outside the moment because his prodding cock brings her back. She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth and he slides halfway in. "MMMMM!" She breathes when he slides back out and lifts one of her legs to his upright torso. She contracts so hard he can't push back in. "Relax baby. Let me back in." Her body melts into his husky words while he slowly pushes all the way in. He leans down slightly and gyrates his hips a little, "Get used to it love. I'm going to be here a lot while you're with me." "Oooohh! She quivers while looking into his intense eyes. His circles start to get bigger as well as her moans. His hand run up her side and end kneading her breast. It's so plushy except for the peak that grates into his hand even through the material of her bustier. Needing to see them, he pulls the cups down freeing her heavy breasts. The dark pebbles are warm between his fingers and only get hotter as he squeezes on the flesh. "Mmmmore." He knows this command by heart now and speeds up his pace. Her cries of pleasure ring in his ears. Using his slippery forearms to hoist herself up, she shifts so they are both upright. They continue to grind into each other and periodically one will groan louder to let the other know that they're doing something right. She wraps her legs around his waist slightly as he gets on his knees to pump into her body. She counters his thrust with her own as her toes dig into his mattress. They stare into each other's eyes not caring if the gesture is too intimate for where they are in their relationship. Her hair hangs partly in her face obstructing his view of her beautiful eyes. He brushes the veil out of her face. "Much better." He whispers. The hazel orbs glow for him while sounds of his grunts follow her sharp intake of breath. Her mouth parts open and she has a desperate look on her face. Like she needs something but can't form the words. She does it every time she is close. He lets her off the hook normally before by pressing his thumb to her clit and rubbing feverishly at it as he drills her hole. Not tonight though. He wants to hear her loud and clear. His hand goes up to the nape of her neck to pull on her hair. He gently tugs down, exposing her neck to his waiting lips. He lingers kisses to the area just below her ear, "What do you need baby?" He asks breathlessly. "Cum. I want to cum." "Mmm love." No coaxing or drawing out necessary from her. His licks at her lobe then trails to her jaw line where he rains feathery kisses. He is tempted to make her beg for it now but he can't hold out either. May be later he thinks as he quickens the pace. He cups her ass cheeks in his hands to better lift her up and down. She meets each thrust passionately while her slender fingers read Braille in the muscles of his shoulders and arms. He still has one hand in her hair but her head is against his neck. He can feel his balls tighten up and can feel Cassie's pussy contract on him at the same time. They're both ready to blow and with four more pumps they're both yelling so loudly it reverberates in their ears. They collapse in each other's arms, still connected. She's on his chest as he's panting on his back looking up at the ceiling. He can't believe that he can't even go one hour of being in her presence without bedding her. He looks down to the top of her head as she mews in the afterglow. He shakes his head, too astounded to deny that this woman is affecting him more deeply then he can ever imagine a person to ever do. "Now just who devoured who this time?" Cassie lazily looks up to him with her chin in his chest. She brings a finger up to caress the opposite nipple causing him to jump and chuckle. She joins in, "Well what do you expect when you seduce a girl with a home cooked meal and a horror movie marathon, which by the way I haven't forgotten either so get up!" With that she starts to tickle him until he has to pin her to the mattress. They both stop looking with laughing eyes and the passion, desire, and things they both think is nonsense to be feeling right now return like a light switch. He's the first one to break eye contact by staring at her lips. He leans down to capture the soft petals in his lips and she pushes back with just as much vigor that he gives. The only thing that stops them is the rumbling sound from her stomach. They dress in their underwear and go down to finally eat. As the night progresses the situation gets weirder and weirder because of how natural they are with one another. In the kitchen Cassie and Lochlyn start re-heating the food while they talk easily about their day, they go to their respective seats. Once Cassie's bottom feels the cold wood she does a little yelp. "What's wrong babe?" "Nothing, the wood was colder than I thought." "Well we can fix that." He says as he pulls her from her chair to his lap. Not dreaming of stopping him, she leans in to the quick embrace he gives before going to his fork. "So tell me more about this bratty pop star." He lifts a bit a food to her mouth before feeding himself. She's in mid chew before a slightly astonished look crosses her face. Lazy ass never cared how her day went. He'd usually just tell her to suck it up or just nod over the three-inch screen of his two-way. She looks to his waiting expression that holds genuine interest. "Are you sure you wana hear this? I mean,..I don't want to bore you." "I wouldn't of asked otherwise darling." He pops another potato in her mouth. She sighs then swallows her food, "Alright. You asked for it." Within minutes Cassie has Lochlyn rolling with laughter. She has to scoot to another chair to continue talking because he's laughing so hard. "Stop it! Stop! These people are not really like this are they?" He howls through tears. She's almost laughing as hard as him and takes a breath to talk. "I swear! No one's normal in this business." They finish in a giggle before going back for food. With a smile still on his face he asks, "No one? Not even you?" She relaxes into a fitful smile like him. She looks him in the eye, "Almost no one." He nods solemnly with approval. After the past two years he's had he prays that she means what she says. An ordinary life is what he's yearning for but women don't see him for an ordinary life. They see him as a meal ticket, a polished piece of gold with deep pockets. It isn't like he doesn't use it to his advantage either. So much so that yeah, he broke a few hearts. Never on purpose, he'd let them know up front that he wasn't the relationship kind. He'd hear horror stories of "fatal attractions" being plagued on guys like him but he never thought it would happen to him. Not until a couple of years ago. Now he just likes to keep girls at arms length. He's still so drawn to Cassie though that even he can't deny the attraction. He feels a soft hand rub against his and blinks the clouds from his eyes. "I'm sorry, what love?" "I said we should probably start the marathon. What movies did you get?" He simply scoffs and begins with a snobbish air, "M'lady, a true connoisseur of film has his own collection and doesn't have to rent." He gives a nasally laugh to match his impression which has her falling over herself with amusement. Cassie quickly straightens to play along. "Well sire, as an aficionado myself I can only concur with you." She mocks. He chuckles into her bright eyes and mentally sighs with contentment. He loves how it's so easy with her. No need to party, drink and do drugs, or spend money on nonsense and large bar tabs. He drapes a large arm over her slender shoulders as he steers her out of the kitchen and to the stairs. He decides to keep the lighthearted play while leading her down the hall further from his room. In a pretty good impression of Vincent Price he says, "Now my sweet, follow me to my horror room." "Horror room? Like a room of nothing but horror movies?" Her voice comes out breathy as if she too turned on to talk. He chuckles with elation as he studies her, "If I would of known that all it takes to make your lower middle third sing sweet Virginia, I would have told you about it sooner. She swats at him playfully, "Take me to that room you dunce." He moves around her all hunched over like a mad scientist's assistant, "Step this way miss! Right this way!" They stop in front of a door that's painted grey and has red rivulets dripping down the door. "You like it? I did it back in grade school to ward my parents away." He nudges it open with his shoulder, starting up the Igor act again until he disappears into the darkened room. She giggles at his performance, and can't remember smiling so hard with a guy. Cassie's attention goes back to the door. She's so impressed with it she doesn't notice the hand coming out of the shadows and grab her. She gasps as it pulls her in and closes the door and they're immersed in total darkness. She doesn't panic because the familiar touch of Lochlyn's heat looms over her cleavage, up to her collarbone. Suddenly the heat is gone, and she can no longer feel his presence near her. She feels awkward at first but waits patiently for his return. The seconds stretch like years and she shifts on her feet. Out of nowhere, Locklyn pulls her hips to his groin; he is now behind her. She can feel a low growl reverberate from his chest as it pushes to her back. He leans down, breathing his warm breath at her brow. "Did I scare you bunny? I'm sorry. The light is on a chain in the middle of the room and it's sometimes hard to find." She moves her bottom into his groin. "Well it ain't right there." She purrs. The super sonic growl returns in his chest. He swats her behind, leaving it there for a moment to palm the flesh. She's starting to unleash more of her passionate nature on him outside of the bedroom and he can't begin to show her how he loves it. "Patience my sweet… It's almost time to lock up the house and then your party will really begin." He mumbles in her neck while turning on the red lights that fill the room. "I wonder how it will end." She finishes the quote for him. "My my, who knew that quoting Price could get me…" she pauses to find the right word, "Toey." He chuckles at the end of her statement, loving her use of his word. He steps from behind her to turn on the soft fluorescents to illuminate the walls, which are actually shelves from ceiling to floor. He walks all around the room, highlighting more and more movies, all in alphabetical order. Like a kid in a candy store she immediately starts pointing and squealing. He has movies that she hasn't seen in years. Some so rare you couldn't even find them in the states. After the initial shock of his movie collection, and picking out sufficient debate magnets they take them back to his bedroom for the night. Whether they will get through all of them is another story. He Came from a Land Down Unda Ch. 04 ~*~* Lochlyn breathes deep as the sun leaks through his window. His natural smirk rises into a full grin as his senses work overtime. He reaches up to stretch a bit, careful not to disturb the nocturnal nymph softly snoring on his chest. The stretch starts out well enough, almost like foundation settling. Then like an earthquake, it erupts through his body starting with his toes and ends with a lion like growl; so much for not scaring his nymph. He looks down to see the damage but surprisingly she only slides off his chest but not without giving an unconscious pout and "humph" He smiles at her slight displeasure before leaning down and kissing the glower away. Like butter, she melts into the pillows with a whimpering sound of contentment. Feeling nature call, he carefully moves from the warmth of her side to the bathroom. Standing at the commode, he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror and starts chuckling. "You dog!" Never in all his years of sexual activity has he gone through the whole night. A euphoric ache in his legs, arms, and mouth tingle and vibrate through his whole person. The last two nights with Cassie has possibly been the best time he's had in years. After the scandal in America, his father's heart attack, and mother's suicide he didn't think he'd find such a peace in himself again. Maybe it's a larger force than him finally allotting him time to start healing. Yet he feels almost certain it's because of the dancing beauty lying in his bed at the moment. Hell maybe it's all one and the same. Although he's never given his heart to any one woman, he has a gnawing feeling that Cassie can be the first. Lochlyn leans over his sink and splashes some water into his face. He stares into the image and nods approval. He knows he made the right choice in asking her to stay. He thinks about events yesterday leading to his decision: Total baser instinct told Jesse to relay the message not him. At least not the OLD Lochlyn Miller. Both Perti and Jesse exchanged bemused smiles before Jesse left to pick up Cassie. He was still seasoning the potatoes when he felt eyes upon him. "What Perti?" He turned with an impish glare. He was expecting her to talk him out of his decision. Instead she walked up to him and took the spices from him. She reached up and cupped his face with her tiny hand. "Bout time." He gave her an inquisitive look that turned to shock as she smacked his behind and told him to get upstairs and get ready. As soon as he hit the stairs a familiar sensation washed over him. It looked like old Lochlyn was making a comeback. What the hell was he thinking in asking her to stay the rest of her time there with him? Even worse, he doesn't know this girl from Adam. He walked through it and allowed new Lochlyn to keep calling shots. Yet after his shower, old Lochlyn was having home field advantage. He sat in his bathroom for minutes on end trying to figure a way out of the situation he'd just gotten himself into. He clutched his cell phone in a sweaty death grip. Hopefully it wasn't too late to catch Jesse and tell him to nix the plan. Like divine intervention, his cell vibrated in his hands. He nearly dropped the device in the toilet it startled him so much. He wanted to kick himself for answering so desperately. He didn't have to worry about Cassie catching it because she started freaking out herself. Her shriek of his insanity rang in his ears and it was strangely soothing. It made him feel better to know she wasn't sure like him. Even though deep down he didn't think she was the type, he still had a lot of money to burn before he died. That could be very alluring for a girl with a Cinderella Complex. After calming her down it was pretty much settled for him. This was a good idea. Now the morning after he just wants to spend more time with her. He wants to know more about her personality, her sensibility, and her subconscious quirks. After finishing brushing his teeth he turns to finally have that conversation with her about her stay. Going back in the bedroom, he once again is greeted by an empty bed. His head slants a little to catch a glimpse of her discarded underwear from the night before. His lip curls up in one corner to a slight smirk. He's picturing her traipsing around naked. "Not far…But I wonder how near." He whispers. He regretfully slings his underwear over his hips and squeezes his begrudging hard on. Before he goes out looking for his bunny he has to be at least in underwear. Perti hasn't seen him naked since the age of six and he likes to keep it that way. Wait a minute…Cassie is walking around the house naked with his elderly motherly maid. A high pitch scream shoots through the house and he immediately knows what it is. He's running down the stairs with a robe. She's running up covering herself with her small hands the best she can. They run into each other and her quickly covers her up. "There's an old lady here!" She shrieks instinctually. "Don't have to rub in." Perti says from the base of the stairs. She has a jovial tone and a gleam in her eyes. Lochlyn just chuckles before Perti joins in. "Sweetheart, this is my live in maid and was my nanny at a time. This is Pertiwi, but we call her Perti." He smiles down to the elderly woman. Cassie's nerves are still wheeling from having the woman see her in the total buff. Her expression slacks and she facetiously whispers to him, "Um , sweetheart…if you needed someone to powder your ass I could of done that." An uproarious laughter erupts from his chest. "She's been with the family since my birth, she was my mother's midwife." "I make breakfast. You two dress." They turn to go back up the stairs with Cassie in the lead. Perti grabs Lochlyn's attention and gives him thumbs up and a wink. As she disappears in the kitchen he continues up to his room with a considerable grin. As he enters his bedroom, a pillow promptly greets him in his face. Laughing, "What was that for?" he gasps. "That's for taking so long in the bathroom that I had to go to the other one to pee." She hits him again but this time he catches it and holds it against his body with a pout. "And that's for not telling me you had a live in maid." She jokingly huffs, crossing arms over her bosom and stomps to her discarded clothes like a petulant child. "I'm sorry baby, I made a blue. I cracked a fat for you so fast I forgot to tell you about her." "Okay first of all, if your gonna talk like that you have to get me a glossary of terms or something. Second…can she hear us?" He begins to assure her through a chuckle. "No love she's in the kitch-." "No," She stops to get closer to him. "I mean last night." She finishes with a whisper. Giving a thoughtful nod he looks to her, "Maybe." She groans and covers her face with a slender hand then leans unto his chest in mortification. "What's wrong sweetheart?" He takes her shoulders and straightens her so she looks up into his amused eyes. "What's wrong?" She squeaks. "That woman looks like my grammy Lochlyn…Not to mention that she was your nanny and she still lives with you." Her voice is straining at the end and he can see her cheeks rose over with excitement. He's very nonchalant about the ordeal and shifts to one side. He holds out a hand to explain his side sequentially. "She has the mother suite on the other side of the house. We're all adults here. This is my house…" "Right, your house and home. Like this is her house and home. A home where a naked woman shouldn't be running around all willy nilly. She must think I'm some total skank." He shrugs, "I don't think you're a skank." She snorts, "I just bet." She goes to move beyond him but he quickly grabs her and slings her into his chest. "Hey." His large arms cocoon around her taking the sting out of the sudden harsh movement and soften his grip around her. His eyes go dark but flecks of emotion glitter through. She is only joking by the comment. Obviously he thinks different. "That's not what I think. At all." His voice involuntarily comes out thick with passion. He clears his throat, "What I mean to say that this is all new to me and her. Perti has never seen one of my dates nevertheless caught them naked. I'm sure you've more that shocked her too, but in a different way." Her arched brow goes up further for more clarification. "She's been after me for years to settle down. Says I live my life too fast and I need to slow up." She looks nervously around for a second before gently twisting out of his reach. That didn't sound very adventurous in her book. Talking about that leads to potentially talking about lazy ass and that doesn't sound fun. He sees the sudden change and decides leave it alone. No use in talking about things that are the furthest things in his mind too. Right?...Right. So why did it bother him so much because she is bothered by the subject. "You take a nice hot shower and I'll bring your overnight bag up okay?" She silently nods and turns for the bathroom. When he comes back up, he groans at the image of her soaping her body. No diffusion of shower curtains or opaque thick glass hindering his view. Instead the glass is thin, and clear for his pleasure. Mischievously he grins as he sets her bag by the door. She hears the shuffle of his feet as he slowly comes towards her, shedding his clothes. Her head cranes over her shoulder and her eyes flutter in his direction. "No Lochlyn. She's making breakfast and waiting on us." "Okay I just wanted to give you a wake up call…and maybe some inspiration later today with your client." He grins. "I'm fully awake and attentive. Plus I think my mind can handle Car and any inspiration she'll be lacking today." She laughs. "Your mind maybe but what of your body love? What if you try to do one of those sexy moves today and you can't quite go because you've forgotten the way." He pouts. "I'm looking out for your best interest darling." "Well thank you for your offer but I believe I can manage." She smiles before turning fully towards him. He pauses in stride for a moment to take her in once more. Eyes lock on the foaming rivulets of water caressing her taut nipples. Like a pole in the sky, his cock begins to waver to and fro. It twitches constantly with the memory of the night before: he was pumping in and out of her at a medium pace while his eyes glued themselves to her jigging jugs. The hard strokes punctuate in effort to watch them bounce for his pleasure. She successful had about three orgasms in that session alone and saw the lusty gaze in his eyes for her chest. To test it out she leaned up and kissed him fervently. He reciprocated tenfold and after she broke the kiss his eyes wandered back down to her ever-moving chest. She smirked at his boy like wonder and decided to play. She brought her hands up to play with the pebbled orbs. His eyes flashed to hers before back to her hands. "You like that baby?" She panted. Her voice jerked as he fired into her like a timed cannon. Before he could answer a droplet of sweat dive bombs, narrowly missing her nipple. Her neck craned down to devour the nipple and his sweat in one lapping motion, "Mmmm." She hummed in satisfaction. Her eyes never left his. The pace slowed as her mouth finally relinquished her boob. She moved up to his ear and licked the lobe with heated breath rushing the canal, "Baby you taste so good. Every fucking drop of you." She whispered seductively and breathless, "I bet you'd taste better with your cum there. Would you like that honey. If you came on my tits and I licked it all off." His breath hitched as he finally stilled within her. She leaned back with a worried expression. She thought maybe that was going to far. He had an unreadable expression on his face, a mixture of pleasure, wonderment, and craving. Her words branded his loins, claiming vestige in his mind that she was psychic. He started up again but didn't release on her chest like he wanted to; her fourth orgasm clenched his cock too tightly to want to pull out. "Lochlyn?" Her voice comes out a bit strained now because she can see the pearl liquid oozing from the tip of his dick. He shakes his head to see the water off and is standing in the open doorway of the shower. She steps closer, bringing her gaze up with her. Her hands gently knead the muscles in his chest, "wherever you just went I hope you can take me sometime." Her grin shines up to his face and her dimples show him the past girl, the present woman, and the future lady she is to be. A surging feeling in him makes him want to play catch up with the girl, thankful that he is with the woman, and anxious for the lady. A soul-searing kiss latches down to her mouth and they both shiver at the weight of emotion they dare not speak about. Cassie is the first to break the kiss but quickly drops to her knees, alerting him of what's to come. He runs both hands over his head in amazement as she gobbles the length of his cock. "Shit me!" he hisses as he goes to take the messy bun out of her head to free her tresses. As soon as it unravels he takes the bulk of it in his fist to direct her on and off of him the way he likes. Not much direction needed on her part as the flat of her tongue laves down to his balls. She goes back up to the tip to suck for dear life before sliding his unit as far back in her throat possible. He looks down to catch an aerial view of her working him and her tits clapping together in applause. Fuck, if he could think straight he'd give her hand as well. The next best thing comes to mind instead; he dips a little to get a hand around one of the waving breasts. She hums on him as his fingertips tickle and pinch her sensitive nubs. "Gorgeous you are!" He howls. "You got such gorgeous tits baby!" He closes his eyes to the image in front of him because he'll cum too soon. But that isn't enough either because even in his mind he sees her at his knees, his large hand in her hair, the other covering her tit. He opens his eyes and looks over at his reflection in the mirror over the sink. He can make out the top of her head as he gently thrusts in her waiting hot little mouth. He growls deep and she takes this as his warning of closeness. She smiles and applauds herself for being a scholar in Lovie's school of dick suckers. She unlocks her suction from him and begins to jack him pointing his spout to her chest. His head snaps to her and he can't take it anymore. She's looking up to him with gleaming eyes. "Why don't you cum all over those gorgeous tits like you were suppose to last night." Her voice is dangerously low. As one hand feverishly wanks at his club, her other hand slides to the apex of her parted knees. Her eyes waver and never fully disconnect from his pleasurably pained expression. The sight she presents causes him to shake uncontrollably as he spurts stream after stream on her chest. "UUUUHHH!…UUUHHH!…" He hisses and clenches his teeth. Her screams ride the wave of his ending yell. He braces on the swinging shower door as she straightens to her legs, wobbly enough, and turns to see him in need of more repair than her. She chuckles lightly and wipes his essence off her then smacks him soundly on the ass causing him to jump and glare at her incredulously. "What is it with the women in this house and their infatuation with smacking my bum." He mumbles as she disappears out of the door. ~*~*~ As they walk down to breakfast together she looks to him and the old feelings of inadequacy she had the day before is a thing of the past. Sure if they were walking down the street they wouldn't look like they had something going but she thinks the odd couple thing was cute. He has business in town so he is going to drop her at the dance studio before attending to it. He looks devastating in his tailored Ermenegildo Zegna suit. She was eye candy for one of their blue and grey couture collection shoots and can spot it right away. She is in sweats, a black lycra sports bra, and a hoodie that says "Dance through the pain now…cry in the toilet bowl later." He laughs at the sight of it and she smiles finally finding someone who doesn't get all bunched up about it and sees the humor in it. "Finally!" Perti breathes from the middle of the kitchen as she puts the finishing touches on the feast before them. Cassie blushes accordingly as she sits down at the island bar next to Lochlyn. It surprises her when she feels her chair being moved closer to his chair by him. She looks wide-eyed to him as he chuckles. He notices that her hoodie came down a bit from the jerk of her chair. He catches the delicate skin of her shoulder while still looking at her the whole time. "Lochlyn!" She says half surprised half warning. Perti reaches over the island to slap at Lochlyn's hand. "Eat food, not her!" Cassie throws her head back in laughter as he quickly complies with her demands. He tickles her more, as his hand is draped over the small back of her bar stool. All the while he shovels his food in his mouth as if he's not doing anything. Perti narrows her eyes at him but he looks up and puts his hands in the air as if he really isn't doing anything. Perti's eyes slowly warm into a smile as she watches them interact with each other. She finishes cleaning and turns to catch them in the middle of kissing for the third time. Cassie sees Perti and is the first one to break the kiss before shamefully smiling at her again. Lochlyn is still looking at Cassie as she takes a sip of her juice and Perti giggles at the love struck boy. She turns back to Cassie with a more scrutinizing air. "So Cassie, you dancer?" She comes over and puts more food on Lochlyn's plate and hovers over Cassie's as if to say "You can have more if you answer this question correctly." "Yes ma'am. It was my mom's way to make me more lady like considering..." As soon as she says it she knows it came out worse than what she intends. Perti raises a brow and Cassie looks to Lochlyn for help but he's laughing silently into a napkin. "I mean…I was a bit of a tom boy earlier in life." Perti smiles and nods in affirmation. "I see. And parents…They are proud?" This was Perti's sly way of finding out if she is a stripper or not. "Very." Her eyes shine to the older woman as if to say "I know what you're getting at and I assure you I'm legit." Perti nods again and puts more food on her plate. The conversation then goes easy after Perti's 20 questions. Cassie passes with flying colors and had a mountain of food to prove it. Perti tries to put more but she stops her. "Perti please," she laughs. "If I have anymore of this delicious food I won't be able to get off the ground." Perti makes a face, "Too skinny." She simply says before eyeing her coolly putting on more food. "Tell that to my ass." Cassie says so fast she covers her mouth as if to stop whatever else is about to come out. Perti only laughs and kisses the girl on the cheek. "I like you. So glad you stay here with us for rest of stay." Lochlyn chokes on his juice. It totally slips his mind of the conversation they are suppose to have until now. "Um Per-" He begins but Cassie puts her hand over his. "I am too." She simply says as she looks to him. Her smile mirrors his before she turns back to Perti. He kisses her hand thanks whatever higher power for bringing this woman into his life. He Came from a Land Down Unda Ch. 05 Perti regales Cassie with stories of Lochlyn's childhood while he looks puckishly red faced at the memories. Cassie grabs a hold of Lochlyn's arm in a fit of laughter. "Perti I don't remember that at all." He denies after she tells a particularly embarrassing story about a failed attempt to sneak out of the house. The result had him hanging from the roof by the seat of his pants. Perti sniffles her tears of merriment to a stop then puts her hands on her hips, "You look like bugman up there!" Lochlyn now joins in the mirth, "Perti I think you mean SPIDERman." At this point Cassie can't breath. "Alright I have to alleviate some of the estrogen intake. I feel a little overwhelmed." In the car Lochlyn reaches for his iPod and starts clicking through. "You said you were into glam rock right?" "Yeah it's awesome!" She snaps the buckle in place but pauses as T-Rex fills the small space. She shakes her head as the strains of "Cosmic Dancer" take her over. In almost a whisper she says, "I love this song." He only smiles before turning up the music a bit, "I figured you would." They sit in a fitful silence, as Marc Bolan's bluesy sounds just make for a feel good time with an emphasis of being lackadaisical. She looks out of the window at the scenery while he steals glances at her from time to time. She wonders if she should tell him about her ex, George. 'Yeah dummy, and why not share that bit of info with George too?' Her mind sneers. His voice cuts into her thoughts, "I've been wondering...after your job is finished here...um...do you ah...have...do you need to get back immediately...for another job or something?" She turns back to him and the uncertainly and anxiousness that mar his face it too cute for words. They're so affected by each other at this point that new doubts are growing like bacteria. They haven't taken any time to weigh out what exactly is becoming of their tryst and on some unconscious level neither wants to face it...until now. "No, nothing after this. I was planning on taking a break for a little." She isn't lying; she does plan on taking a break after this job. She doesn't tell him it's partly because she wanted to finally plan her wedding. She gives a weak smile before swallowing hard and looking back at her hands in her lap. She doesn't notice his smile of satisfaction. "You work hard, don't you Cass?" He looks straight ahead as he speaks to her and she looks up to him when he steals a glance. She gives a tired chuckle, "You have no idea. I wish I could live a simpler life." "What do you mean? You want to give up dancing?" She gives a thoughtful look then slowly shakes her head, "No it's not that. I love dancing. Yes I went kicking and screaming at five but by ten it was like breathing to me. I love what I do but it takes a toll with the tours, being a step a head of the game, the evil fake people. When I say simpler I guess I mean I want something more stable...more real." He nods solemnly, "Like your dance studio/wellness spa idea." She crinkles her nose; "I forgot I told you about that. Stupid huh?" "Why do you say that?" He asks, genuinely wanting to know the answer. "It's just a dream I have. I'd love to make it happen but..." "But nothing. As my father used to say, all you need is the WHW." "What pray tell is the WHW." She giggles as she folds her arms over her chest. "It's the why, how, and where of any business." She frowns in confusion by the definition and nods her head once to get him to finish. "Why do people want what you're selling? How do you plan on getting them there? Where do you plan on getting the money to make it happen?" Her mouth goes into a quick "oh" and she thinks for a moment. "I don't know the where and I'm pretty sure I can figure out the how. The why is simple, I want a place where women can go and feel like the goddesses that they are. You know woman all were once treated like that in most ancient civilizations. I believe the reason why women flaunt their sexuality the way they do is because they forget their sensuality." "Aren't they relatively the same thing?" "Some would say yes but I think not. The sexuality is there to give and your sensuality lures on it's own. In matriarchic societies, women were treasured beacons for their talents such as dance, painting, and stimulating conversation. Now it's all skewed. I hate popping my ass for studio execs just so they can send me to a girl barely old enough to vote, so she can tell me that she wants quote, 'hotter moves'. Let's not get into the makeup. Nothing's natural anymore. It's all chemically enhanced poison that woman just continue to slather on their faces and bodies. For what you ask? Usually it's for a man." He gives a hurt look before clutching his chest with a mocking scoff. She laughs and continues, "You know what I mean. I want to create a place for girls and women by women so they can learn how to be women again in all their glory. I want to create a healthy environment where issues can be discussed in an open dialogue. From yoga, to dance, to seminars, to all natural spa treatments; basically anything really to build womanhood back to their thrones." She turns to him after she finishes her tirade and he promptly begins clapping. She laughs and hits him playfully in his right arm. "I hope you have room for us lowly men once the thrones are in place love." "Eh I guess we'll need towel boys and toe nail painters along the way." He cuts his eyes at her and she only laughs harder. He begins to tickle her with one hand as they pull into the studio. He's still pawing at her as he walks her in the building. The receptionist stares but goes back to what she's doing when Cassie swats at Lochlyn's hands that pinches her ass. "You're gonna get it!" She hisses through a grin then turns to walk past the front desk. He's on her heel and pulls her back to his front once they're out of eyesight and earshot of the desk. He rubs his growing need for her on her soft rump. "You shouldn't make checks your ass can't cash darling." He spins her around and corners her on a wall next to a window that peers in on a studio of dancers. "Now what exactly am I gonna get?" She slips her hands up to meet around his neck and gives a throaty sigh. She leans up and catches his lips between hers. She breathes in his masculine scent of neroli and vetiver then melts into his body as the blend of sweet irises ignites her desire for him. His tongue swirls luscious circles in her mouth sending chills up her spines. He breaks the kiss and his head darts left and right looking for somewhere to take her so she can pay up. He originally thought to just take her off road somewhere but he didn't want her or him to be late. Once they got there the fire rages once more and he wants to take her to the nearest quiet spot to have his way with her. The sight of the receptionist quails that heat fast though but now this kiss opens a new can of worms. Just as he spots the restrooms, what comes from the ladies section nearly makes his heart stop. 'Catherine?' he thinks. Cassie feels him stiffen next to hers and turns to see what he's staring at but her phone rings and she grabs it. The screen flashes 'George' and her palm tightens so hard around the device it creaks. His attention looks down to her and he notices her white knuckles on the phone. She looks up to him, "Um...I better take this. I'll be right back." He nods and watches her back disappear around a corner. He turns back to where he saw Catherine, but she's no longer there. He walks to the end of the hall where he spotted her and stops in front of a window then sees her. His nostrils flare and fists clench as she looks up from the bar she's stretching from. She catches his glare through the mirror and her expression reciprocates his the same way. *~*~ Carina can't believe her eyes. She knew Lochlyn was from Australia but she was sure she made it so he couldn't show his face again. She smiles maliciously at the fact. She feels she could have done more to ruin his life considering what he did to her. Her eyes glaze over at the thought of the humiliation he caused her and with no big pay-off like she hoped. She followed through with her plan like her boyfriend at the time told her. "The ole fuck 'em and fool 'em scam." He called it. "Works ever time." He assured her. Ha! When she told Lochlyn that she was underage and pregnant he flipped in the worse way. Instead of buying her off he only gave her enough for the abortion and slammed the door in his face. She wanted to admit defeat them but Tommy wouldn't let her. He told her to just lay it on him thicker and he'd break. Lochlyn didn't though and ended up moving and changing his number. Tommy eventually got tired of "chasing the big fish" and ultimately got tired of her. She would of killed for him and it was because of Lochlyn that he was gone. It was almost sheer fate that she saw him walking into his new building that day. She smiled absently as she remembered the scene she caused. She banged on his buzzer screaming, "You can't do this to me! I'm having your baby!" To add salt to injury she took a play from Debra Hill in Goodfellas and buzzed everyone in his building shouting their business and added, "I'm only 17!" to the mix. The police were called and she was all too happy to tell them what happened. Lochlyn had his first movie in development at the time and the publicity that swarmed around him after that ended his film producing days before it even started. Last she heard his father had a heart attack from the news or something like that. At that point she was too bitter to care and the rage in her eyes as she looks back to him only says she feels the same now. She smirks at him before moving towards the door to speak with him as mischief dances in her eyes. She suddenly wants to have some fun. *~*~ "What do you mean it's over?" George yells and causes Cassie to hold the receiver from her ear. She would have told him sooner but as always he takes the conversation in his direction until she finally got a word in. Or more like two words. Something like, 'It's over'. "You know what I mean George." Cassie honestly doesn't want to give him the reason why she's leaving him. She wants to give him the same courtesy he gave her when he was dick deep in Vikki's secret. There's a pause on his side of the line then a scoff. Another scoff then it sputters into a deep chuckle, "I know what this is about." She's so mad from his gall to laugh at her that the words strain from her lips through clenched teeth, "What is it about and what's so fucking funny?" If he thinks he can talk his way out of cheating then he has another thing coming. "Of course baby. You're scared is all. This is your last job before you have to start planning the wedding. It can be overwhelming." He tries to soothe. She blows out a frustrated breath, "No George I'm not scared or overwhelmed. I want out; out of your contacts, your life, and your mind." The last part comes out hastier than she expects. She does a yogic breath before continuing with a low voice, "I'll send Lovie for my things." Another pause before he chokes, "You're serious aren't you?" "I'm glad you finally joined the conversation George. Yes I'm serious." "What...you...why..." He can't form a sentence as all the information is ingested. "What happened from the time we got engaged till now Cass? It's only been three days!" Before she can stop herself she yells, "You tell me!" She pauses then continues with a calmer voice because she doesn't want him to confuse her anger for anything else than what it is. The more she talks to him the more she knows that she's not in love with him. He was just there and she can't really be mad at him for not loving her the way she wants when she can't do the same. "Look George, I saw you with her." She leaves it at that and she takes his silence as defeat, "As I said, I'll send Lovie for my things." Before he speaks again she gives him a pitiful farewell then hangs up. She feels better after telling George but the weight of the situation is still upon her. ~*~* Carina walks out of one of the doors to the studio and saunters up to a stiff standing Lochlyn. He still stares through the window, counting numbers in his head to keep the storm from bubbling to the surface. She chuckles softly as she waits for him to acknowledge her presence. He knows she's there but something keeps him immobile; it glues him to the spot he's in. She clears her throat and he still doesn't move. His eyes roll in her direction but nothing else. So many things are rushing through his head at the moment that it's the only thing that seems to be working. She comes up to him and reaches for his brow with the tips of her fingers. He jerks back as if she's scalding him and plants a deadly look on her, "Don't you fucking touch me Catherine." He snarls lowly. The sound is so alarming that Carina retreats with nervousness. After a short pause she speaks, "It's Carina now and what are you doing here anyway!" He finally moves his body in her direction, "I was thinking the same thing Catherine." The name he calls her comes out louder than the rest and she darts her head back and forth before shushing him. Her stance relaxes and her face softens into a vindictive sneer, "Guess you aussies aren't into new and upcoming pop stars huh?" It dawns on him that the spoiled bitch diva Cassie has been talking about is none other than the malicious little cunt that ruined his life two years prior. Shit, he guesses it is a small world after all. Not even moving back on the other side of the world can keep this bitch away from him. He cocks his brow then matches her glare, "I don't give a fuck who you are now. If I have to I'll get a restraining order on you." "Don't flatter yourself big boy!" She walks past him and pushes into his shoulder as they switch positions. "I'm just here to shoot a video." She shrugs innocently. He rolls his eyes and scoffs, "No seriously, I'm here on business but if you'd like we can turn it to a little pleasure." Carina slowly steps closer to him and when she inches away, she leans in to rub her hard knotted breasts on him. She even has to admit that he still looks fine as hell. Two years before she didn't really care for his unkempt surfer look but he was still hot. She wasn't even convinced he actually had money until she saw his apartment. Now he is good enough to eat and like a cat she loves to play with her prey before devouring it. His face contorts and he shoves her away, "Now who's flattering herself sweetheart?" This angers her as she stumbles back slightly. She rushes up to him but not as close as before, "Then answer my question. If you didn't know I was here, why are you here." He searches for a sign of Cassie and spots her still on the phone. She animatedly talks to someone who's obviously annoying. Carina follows his eyes, "No! You can't be serious." "Shut up!" "This is too good. You're with that showboating mutt-bitch? It's too rich!" She laughs haughtily flips her hair to one side. The hard lines in his face say it all and she quickly subdues her hilarity out of fear. With a weird grin she says, "She doesn't know does she?" "There's nothing to tell." He rubs a hand over his face to try to wipe the frustration from it. "Maybe there wasn't but now there certainly is. I think dancing queen over there needs to know that she's fucking a rapist." She hit a nerve with that one and he quickly recovers by grabbing her shoulders and shaking her hard, "You better not...!" Carina shakes him off so hard she stumbles again, "Or what?" she hisses. She straightens herself and fixes her rumpled clothes. He's panting slightly now and his feet are in a wide set grounded position. He points at her and narrows his eyes, "Leave us alone." She scoffs with a sputtering raspberry blowing laugh, "Us?" "Yes." His eyes are cold, "Leave me alone and leave her out of this." She pitters around him, "And if I don't?" She begins to mock, "I mean, if anything I was the victim in this whole situation. It's my duty as a woman to inform them of predators like you." "You're not a woman. I'm not even sure you're human. Now I'm telling you to leave us the fuck alone!" He spats. His jaw tightens and he straightens up to regard her with no emotion. She blinks lazily, "Make it worth my wild." He shakes his head; it is still all about money with her. When she tried to pin the kid on him she wanted an outlandish amount of money for her silence about her age. With a deep sigh he says, "How much?" Carina lights up at how easy it is to get to him. It excites her more to know that he and Cassie are something of a pair. She hates both of them and fucking with them at the same time sounds more tempting then anything. "I've changed my mind. I like it better with the unknown." His eyes go wild for a moment then narrow, "What do you mean?" "I rather watch you squirm dumb ass." She says lamely as Cassie ends the call she's on. Carina ducks to the nearby ladies room, "Look alive solider here she comes." Lochlyn is so confused and nervous at this point that he's perspiring a bit. Cassie walks up to him, "Are you okay?" "Fine. Are you all right? Was everything okay with that call?" He tries to divert the attention. Now she's nervous, "Oh yeah...It was nothing." Carina swishes out of the bathroom with a tight smile and acts startled to see people standing there, "Oh hello Cassie." Her voice drips with a sugary substance that confuses both Lochlyn and Cassie as they turn to her with bemusement. "Who's your friend?" The look in her eyes says volumes for them. Lochlyn knows she's enjoying the act while Cassie just thinks she wants Lochlyn. "Car this is Lochlyn Miller. Lochlyn this is Carina Brandon." He stinks out his hand, "Nice to meet you." His voice is bland and he's dead behind the eyes. Carina only smiles more and gives him the tips of her fingers as if she wants him to kiss her hand, "Likewise." When he doesn't bring her hand to his mouth she slips it away and walks to the studio door. She turns and enters it backwards and glares at them until she's back in the room. Cassie scrunches her brow and shakes her head, "She is too weird." She says this quickly then turns back to him with a better disposition, "Anyway...What time should I expect Jesse with the car?" She scoots close to him and puts her hands in his front pockets. Her hands rub his toned thighs through the thin material. He looks down into her shining eyes and all thoughts of Carina vanish. The lines in her forehead relax and the corners of his mouth turn up. He leans down to nozzle into her neck inhaling her sweet feminine scent. It reminds him of the past two nights they spent together. After falling into an exerted slumber from enjoying her body he usually woke for more, starting with her smell. Now a ginger/juniper berry fragrance clings around her natural scent of warm vanilla toffee. He takes a quick whiff before darting his tongue to lave on her neck. She giggles and shrugs away but not breaking out of his pockets. He's left licking his chops like a wolf wanting to eat. He then realizes that she asked a question, "I'm sorry sweetheart what was that?" "I said when is Jesse coming?" "He's not, I'll be back." She makes a pleased face and brushes a hand next to his semi-hard on. He chuckles nervously, "A-and we have...stop that..." he smacks her bottom playfully before continuing, "We have plans tonight." She nods and looks up to him to finish telling her the plans. "You can't think I'm going to tell you now do you?" Mocking a petulant child she asks, "You're not?" It's a surprise." He whispers in her ear and she grins into his cheek. He looks back to her beautiful face. He lifts his hand to trace the delicate features. Lightweight fingers wisp over her full supple lips. His pointer, fingers the tiny hole of her left dimple then wider to the plushy part of her whole cheek. He finishes with a thumb brushing the bridge of her pert nose and sighs contently. Before he can say another word, they are startled from their rapport by pounding on the nearby window. They both jump to the sound and see Carina winding her hand mouthing, "Wrap it up!" She rolls her eyes and walks back to the other side. His face balls up again slightly, "She's some piece of work, that one huh?" He Came from a Land Down Unda Ch. 05 "You have no idea." Cassie is still scowling at the glass and doesn't notice Lochlyn's expression turn uncomfortable. He removes her hands from his pockets then kisses them both, "Do you have any evening wear love?" "I only have that cocktail dress." He nods his head before walking back a bit. "Wait! Why?" "Just noting how to tweak the surprise." He grins as she gives and exasperated sigh. He steals a kiss goodbye and turns to go. She watches his back disappear before going in the studio. ~*~* Lochlyn strides into the brightly lit office of his lawyer and friend, Scott Corri. He winks at his secretary as he heads towards his office. She blushes with more embarrassment than girlish admiration. He seems to constantly find her bent over Scott's desk moaning in ecstasy from his bucking hips. Seeing the coast is clear he decides to just walk in. Bad idea. "Hey Scott sorry I'm- oh shit!" An attractive skinny blonde scrambles to her feet from her knees and Scott's head snaps to attention and he grabs for his pants that are bunched at his ankles. Locklyn quickly shuts the door and softly chuckles as a woman's voice squeals, "I told you to lock the door!" He leans on the wall next to the door as they emerge from it. Scott straightens his tie and clears his throat, "Ah yes Ms. Adams, I think your services will be very resourceful for this branch of the firm and I can't wait to further our business relationship." Lochlyn is trying desperately to hold in his laughter even after she walks away. Scott hits Lochlyn in the shoulder, "You bastard! Get in here!" He playfully shoves Lochlyn in his office. Once the door closes, Lochlyn plops in a chair in front of Scott's desk and Scott takes his chair. He has a wicked gleam in his eyes and Lochlyn is still shaking with the giggles. "What about Suzy?" Lochlyn asks referring to his secretary. Scott shrugs and lazily blinks as he squeezes a small stress ball, "What about her?" "Are you still having a naughty with her or not?" Lochlyn laughs in disbelief. "Yes but Ms. Adams just blows me. Suzy gives terrible head." Lochlyn blinks rapidly, "You mangy dingo." "Hey hey...if I weren't this vicious you wouldn't be the new owner of X-panding Sports." "Where are the papers?" Scott chuckles as he pulls out a stack of contracts acquiring a small chain of extreme sporting good stores. This is the first business he's actually going to be full owner of and he is more than capable for the job. Being silent partners in other endeavors has been safe for the past two years but now he wants to try something with a little more bite. He signs the first three papers then taps on the stack with his pen. He's debating telling Scott about Catherine...Carina...whatever the hell she calls herself. Lochlyn looks to him and scrutinizes for a second before realizing that as his friend it can help to get an objective eye and as his lawyer it's basically his job to help him. "I think I may have a problem." Scott is signing his share of papers and slows his hand and looks up to his client and pal. "You think mate?" Lochlyn blows a harsh breath and slumps back in his chair, "Remember Catherine?" Scott's face is impassive so Lochlyn continues, "She's here and she's on shonky business. I'm telling you mate she's bad news." "How do you know all this?" Scott hides his hands under his desk to hide the sweating; too late because a bead chooses to roll down his temple as soon as he moves. "She told me she wants to watch me squirm." Lochlyn reasons. "No I mean what is she doing here? How did you see her? What did she say?" He says each question coming out more eager than the last. "She's some singer now in the states. She just taunted for the most part." Lochlyn is in a little daze. "Well?" Lochlyn subconsciously begins to smile and it unnerves Scott a little, "Tell me you didn't sleep with her again!" Lochlyn straightens up, "No! Rack off you bastard!" Scott relaxes a bit in his chair as Lochlyn continues, "I met a woman. She's a dancer and choreographer and she's here for Carina." "Who?" "Oh yeah, Catherine Brand is no longer. She's Carina Brandon now." Scott rolls his eyes, "How original." Lochlyn snorts to his friend before turning a bit serious, "So am I overreacting? She still seems to be that immature little gnat I remember." Scotts rears back to contemplate, "Yeah but she's got kangaroos loose in the paddock. You can never be too careful in these situations." From recollection he knows that Carina is pretty stupid as far as following through with a plan. He's rocking back and forth now in his chair with his face propped in his hand, "Tell me more about this girl you met." "What? Why?" "It hasn't occurred to you that maybe she's helping Catherine." "There's no way. I met her at the airport coming back form the last business trip." "Did it smell funny when you met her?" "No-o." The stagger in Lochlyn's response and his sudden furrow in his brow show otherwise. "I mean...not at the time." He slumps back in his hair back and runs his hands through his hair. He begins think of the odds of having the same bag with the same sticker and he has a sick feeling as he audibly swallows down. "You want me to check on her. You know, see if there's anything she's not telling you?" Lochlyn considers the notion for a moment but all he can think about is how great his time with Cassie has been. He shakes his head adamantly, "That's not necessary mate." Scott gives a look as if to say he's probably going to do it anyway. Lochlyn'a face goes blank, "I'm serious Scott." "I'm only looking out for you. I'm more than just your lawyer here." "I know and I'm grateful. Without you I don't think I would have gotten as far as I have. But she's off limits." Scott holds his hands up in defense, "You haven't even told me the bird's name. How can I check on her and I don't have a name." Lochlyn's face lightens, "I know you. You have your ways." "Don't you forget it." Scott reciprocates with a chuckle. "Well if I can't get a name can I at least get a description?" He runs his hands in the air to make and hourglass shape. Lochlyn grins then says, "Stunning beauty she is mate! She's mixed but I don't know with what. Hazel eyes with green hiding in there, dimples, and the fullest sweetest lips I've ever tasted." His eyes just glaze over as he remembers. Scott's brow arches, "Which set?" He hoops when Lochlyn shakes from his reverie and shoots him with a look, "Ah c'mon mate. You didn't think I'd ask? You just caught me getting head from my new paralegal!" Lochlyn joins in his laughter but not as fully. He shakes his head and concedes, "Both. That's all you're getting though!" "Now who's the dog?" Scott throws his stress ball to Lochlyn who catches and throws it back. "So are you saying that this can be more than just a fling for you." "Of course!" Lochlyn says so fast that even he's caught by surprise. Scott's mouth is agape as Lochlyn continues, "She's intelligent, funny as hell, goal oriented, and she even likes my movies! We have so much in common and she's so great to be around." "Are we talking Mrs. Miller here?" This is Scott's last attempt to sway Lochlyn. They both are adamant about their stand on marriage and it's pretty weak and damaged. They are playboys from grade school on and have made almost and unspoken truce that neither really wants to get married. The glazed look returns to Lochlyn's eyes as he answers, "I've only known her for three days." But the more he thinks of the possibilities of having this woman by his side for eternity, the more he loves the idea. Scott knows that look. He's lost other friends to that look. "Well you better make sure she's worth three more." Lochlyn looks to his friend and an army of emotions march across his face that makes it hard to read. He thinks twice about telling him about her extended stay in his home. "What does Perti say?" "Scott, Perti doesn't even like you. Why do you care what she thinks?" Scott shrugs because he has him on that one. Since they were children, Perti didn't care for Scott much and as they get older the more he tries to win her over. His only saving grace is that she hates all the girls he brings home which reflects her mean disposition from him. "She loves her actually." Scott's eyes widen before they relax into a normal stare. Lochlyn lifts from his chair, "You still have those season tickets to the ballet right?" "Yeah why?" "I want to take Cassie tonight if you're not using them of course. I mean I know it's too late to get good seats and you have prime spots promised to you..." "Take 'em." Scotts interrupts and holds his hands up. "I haven't been to one show this season. I'll call the box office and tell them to leave them for you." Lochlyn thanks him profusely and says his goodbyes as he checks his watch. When he's out the door Scott grabs for his phone receiver and dials a number, "Hello...Yeah...I got a job for you." ~*~* After the fifth time of showing Carina the same basic step, Cassie can't hold her frustration anymore. She was doing so well the day before, but today it's as if she's purposely flubbing it up. With a deep sigh she says, "Car I can't keep showing you this move. We need to move on." "Isn't this basically your job?" Carina shifts to one side and looks to her dancers, "Am I wrong here?" "You're right. We shouldn't move on till we get everything." Leon says with the same bite as Carina and doing her same hateful glare towards Cassie. Cole then sighs in his own frustration, which causes both Leon and Carina to shoot daggers at him from their eyes. Cole doesn't care at this point. He didn't graduate top of his dance academy to do the same easy two-step over and over again. With another deep sigh Cassie pulls her hair up to a messy ponytail and takes off her hoodie, "Alright from the top guys." They start the music over again and wait for the countdown. Before it begins, Cassie notices Lochlyn grinning like a crazy person by the door. She gives him the same smile, the first smile to appear since he left her earlier that morning. She turns to the group, "Cole, you wana take over for a second. You seem to be comfortable with the moves." Cole beams and nods furiously then starts the count down as Cassie runs over to Lochlyn. They kiss each other and she lingers near his lips, "Please tell me you're here to save me!" He laughs as he watches the other three go into their routine, "You looked great out there." "How long have you been here?" "Long enough to know that she should be able to do that move by now." "Right?" Carina hisses before they both snicker and they turn to see Carina's dark look roving over at them as they run through the moves again. She turns back to him, "Don't mind her, she's just mad that her mascara sweated in her eye." They both look to her as she rubs at her black smudged eye as if she's picking at conjunctivitis. They laugh more at her before she continues, "So you got my surprise with you or do I have to frisk you." "It's not here but don't let that stop you." He wiggles his brows at her and pulls his hands out of his pockets and lifts them to the air to allow her access. She giggles then wraps her arms around his torso and kisses him again. He moves his arms around her and they sway from foot to foot in unison as they deepen the kiss. They totally forget where they are until a painful scream is heard from the other side of the room. They look up to see Carina's crumpled body on the floor and she's rubbing her ankle. They run over to her and she has crocodile tears in her eyes. At least Lochlyn notices it unlike Cassie who really thinks she's hurt. "Oh my god! Are you okay Car?" Cassie stoops to her ankle and tries to free her hand from the area to examine but she doesn't budge. "Don't touch it! It's all your fault I'm like this anyway!" She fake sobs more and it's Oscar time for Carina Brandon. Lochlyn is looming overhead still on his feet rolling his eyes. "Me?" Cassie yells with shock. "If you hadn't of pushed me so hard to learn this move then I wouldn't of heart myself. I can't wait to tell the studio about this" "I told you let's move on! You wanted to get it!" "Yeah, show off for your little boyfriend here!" Cassie's mouth hangs open, too shocked to dignify the brat with a comment. Her eyes narrow and she points at Carina as if she's about to give her more than what's on her mind but Lochlyn puts his hand on her shoulder, "Let's see about getting a paramedic here Cass." Cassie lifts to her feet and stalks of fuming. Lochlyn glowers to Carin'a who has a tiny smirk playing on her lips as she moans about the pain. He goes to follow Cassie who's already hit the door. "You alright love? Are you going to get in trouble?" "No, at least I don't think so. She's such a evil bitch and I basically have to answer to her! I had to change schools when I was younger because of girls like her." She feels bad that she's hurt now but she doesn't like being blamed for something that's not her fault. She's pacing frantically and Lochlyn stops her in mid stride. She looks up to him and his cloudy eyes soothe her temper. "I'm sorry. We should call that paramedic." He smiles to comfort her as he pulls his phone to call. He hopes that once the paramedics get here, her rouse will be blown. Fat chance. She puts on an even bigger show when they get there and demands they take her in for x-rays. Lochlyn shakes his head as he watches the medical truck whiz away. On the way home, Cassie doesn't say much and he thinks it's because her mind is on Carina. In reality she's still thinking of whether or not to tell him about George and now all this bullshit she has to straighten out with Carina and the studio. He wants to put that gorgeous smile back on her face. He has no idea what to say so he turns up the music. He continues his glam rock revue with Iggy Pop and the Stooges with a little Bowie to boot. He hums a long at first then words form from his lips to sync with the lyrics. Soon they're singing along and laughing when one messes up the lyrics until she's laughing so hard her cheeks hurt. They finally get the hang of it when they get to Peaches and Iggy's "Kick It!" Once at home he tells her to take a long hot bath to erase the eventful day. She complies easily and he rushes to begin the steps of his surprise. ~*~* Cassie sifts through her bag for her Lush bubble bar that's infused with sage, vanilla, and lavender oil. She doesn't notice Peter Cotton Tail isn't in his rightful place. She goes to the bathroom and smiles at the large soaking tub. It's almost like its presence is only here for her. She gets everything ready making the bathroom a perfect steaming aromatic dream. She has a warm hand towel draping over her eyes and smiles as a small knock at the door echoes in the room. She decides to make a more appealing sight of herself by spreading the frothy mixture of the bubble bath over herself. She puts the towel back over her eyes, "Yes?" The door creaks open and she grins fully now, "You better be here to drop off my surprise." She growls huskily. "You ask nice and I will." A laughing feminine voice rings. Cassie jumps and the towel drops to the water as her eyes bulge at the sight of Perti. She's in so much shock she almost slips under the water. For a second her legs and arms flail out before her hands pull her securely to the edge. Perti laughs more and sets down a bowl next to a small table that's by the tub and pulls a fluffy towel from under her arm. Cassie joins in on the laughter and points a wagging finger at the woman, "You scared me again." She has another arm slung around her chest before sinking in the water. Perti picks up her clothes on the floor and turns to a bashful Cassie, "Oh please! Why you hide? I see everything before!" Perti's grinning eyes make Cassie giggle more but she doesn't lift from the white-topped water. She lifts a bowl up for Cassie to see. The contents are pink and pasty and the smell is delicious. "Put on face?" She nudges the bowl to her more. "Oh it's a masque? Awesome! Yes ...please." Cassie sits up more so Perti can put the creamy substance on. Cassie relaxes into the lavish lifestyle that must be Lochlyn's doing. She has to admit it was a little unnerving at first to have someone that reminds her so much of her grandmother waiting on her. "This make skin glow. Your face brighter than anyone else. Lochlyn no take eye from you." That's when it dawns on her that Perti loves taking care of Lochlyn because he's probably like a son to her. If that means dolling up his newest conquest then so be it. She spreads the mixture over her face, neck, shoulders, and chest. "Wash off in 15 minute." Perti leaves and Cassie is again alone with her thoughts. She's excited for her surprise but still down on herself to tell Lochlyn. Her stomach is in knots when she's not with him, but when she sees his face it dissolves and starts doing flip-flops...in a good way though. She's never in her entire life felt the feelings she's feeling for him and it scares her. More so because she thinks it's all a hoax. True love comes from time and understanding. Years of one another getting to know the other, not three days of mind blowing sex...or the best conversation she's had with the opposite sex in years. And so what if he is incredibly sweet, attentive, successful, or drop dead gorgeous. How long will it take for that all to fade? She inhales the sweet scent of the masque as it lingers with the previous smell and she's instantly put back in her state of euphoria. In the time set for her to rinse of the masque, she also gets out of the tub. She walks by the mirror and catches her reflection. Her eyes bulge at how refreshed she looks. She has her homemade recipes for facials, a lot even passed down through generations on her mother and father's side of the family; but none of them made her face glow the way Perti's masque did. "Thank you Perti." Cassie embellishes as she turns a hand to her smooth complexion. She walks out in the room with a towel around her body; she's pulling the pins from her hair and massaging her scalp with the other. Her fingers stick in the coiled mass as she eyes the garment on the bed. She gasps as she walks to it. Her eyes grow larger and larger with every step. She claps her hands and jumps up and down then calms herself enough to pick up the dress. It's a deep purple Carmen Marc Valvo silk halter dress. The back is dramatically open, almost like the first dress she wore for him. It's romantically silhouetted with asymmetrical deep-tiered ruffles that gather at the neck and has a deep slit up the side. "I'm glad you like it." She jumps but not too far. He's right there behind her planting kisses on the warm skin of her shoulder. He immediately makes a growling sound before latching on her skin with a ravenous manner. She gasps at his forcefulness and he pulls back, "I'll let you change darling, I just wanted to see your face." She turns around to see him in a dark suit with matching dark button down. He smells like sin and looks even better. "I love my surprise. Thank you." She pulls him close to kiss him but desire soon takes over on both their parts. She doesn't know what's happening to her. She suddenly has the combustible urge to be near him in the more desperate way. Her towel accidentally falls and he groans as her hard peaks grate into his chest. His hand at the small of her back is the only thing that's keeping the towel connected to her skin. He slides the hand up and the towel finally hits the floors. She moans as the heat from his hand warms her skin. The kiss deepens and his grip tightens on her waist. She has to break the kiss for air. He loosens his grip slightly and apologizes. He flutters his lips over her neck and collarbone, "That's not all of your surprise baby." His fingers are lightly running up and down her sides and periodically circling on her ass cheeks, sending chills up and down her body. "We have dinner reservations then tickets for the ballet. Which we'll be late for if I don't get my hands off you." He leaves the room with a wink in her direction and she falls back on the bed in a dazed state of happiness. He Came from a Land Down Unda Ch. 05 ~*~* The whole night is wonderful and goes smoothly. Lochlyn has to admit that at first it's hard to focus on his food or the show with Cassie as a stunning sight. Her face lights up more when she finds out the production is of "Manon", her favorite ballet. Her eyes glue to the stage while his eyes glue to her. He pretends interest in the story line but all his focus is on Cassie. He can't put his finger on it but there's something different about her tonight. When they're walking out to his car Cassie gets a call from Carina. She tells her that she has to stay off her foot for a few days and she will call her when she's ready to get back to work. Cassie's scrutinizing eyes get Lochlyn a little on edge and looks expectantly as she ends the call. "Well?" He implores. "Funniest thing. Carina has a twisted ankle and has to stay off of it for three or four days." Cassie puts her phone away as Lochlyn opens her car door. In the car he says, "Well that sounds absolutely delightful to me love." She looks over at his shining eyes and leans in to kiss him. He's starting the car to hurry her home but doesn't want to break the kiss. She giggles and pushes him away when he put the car in gear and pulls out in front of a car causing a screeching halt. He decides driving is more important. 'Damn! What is wrong with me!' He thinks he watches her drag a lazy finger over her bottom lip while she looks dreamily ahead. Her mind is spinning with her own thoughts of him and the rest of their night. As he maneuvers through curves he grins as she goes on about how good the show was, "I love that ballet. My grandmother played Manon for a French production in the 40s, and I got to play her in my high school production." She beams. "The men in the story couldn't seem to keep their collars straight around that Manon. I can see why they chose you for the part." They pull into the garage and slowly walk hand and hand to the entrance. They are both on air as they ascend the stairs. He let's her lead the way and when she's finally in the middle of the room she turns with a lazy smile to thank him for the wonderful evening. She falls short and gasps at the stark look of passion in his eyes for her. He's leaning against the door as if to corner and make sure she can't leave. She boldly lets him know she has no intention of going anywhere by pulling at the neck of the dress. It pools to her feet and she steps back to reveal a small patch covering her smooth pussy. Taking off her shoes she moves to the middle of his bed. As she situates herself he's already stripping his clothes off eagerly and moving to the side of his bed for a condom. She shivers watching him move with just as much anticipation as she has. He looks over at her nipples and they harden more on sight, "Play with your nipples." He rasps harshly. She closes her eyes and groans as she complies with his demand. He licks his lips as her head falls back on the pillows. He walks around the bed and can see the wetness building between her thighs. "Now your panties love." She takes those off as well and leaves her pink lips glisten for his roaming view. He bends down to pick something up and turns it on. "Does it have a name?" Cassie's eyes snap open and she stills at the sound of a tiny motor going off. She looks up to see her vibrator in Lochlyn's hand and a devilish gleam in his eye. Her mouth is open but she nods obediently. He raises a brow as he circles the bed then joins her. "I can't say I'm too familiar with how these things work. You mind helping me out." She swallows on a dry throat and nods once more. He smiles, "Good." He looks into her eyes the whole time as he moves the vibrator to her raised knees that are glued together. "What's its name?" "P-p-peter C-cotton Tail." He chuckles deep in his throat making it sound like a seductive growl. The tip reaches her slick opening and she nearly faints. "Does it go there?" "Sometimes," she swallows hard again as her eyes seal shut. His mouth swoops to the closest available nipple and he bites. Not hard enough to dowse her fire but enough to get her attention. He sucks hard on it and pulls it up from her body. He releases it and it plops away with a luscious sound. "Keep your eyes open." She bites her lips and moans her approval and he rubs the head of the vibrator over her clit. "Should I move it?" Oh please no!' She screams and even stills his hand with her own. He's so turned on now he can't take it anymore. He was planning on torturing her with the contraption but he's starting to get a little jealous. He turns it off and she gives a pout and he zeros in on her lips almost devouring them. She groans in half desire half frustration. He pulls back to take a breath, "I think while you're here we can retire this. Don't you agree?" He doesn't wait on her answer as he's pulling the toy away like a teacher would when they take items from students. She looks at him expecting him to tell her to ask her mother to talk to him after school. Instead he pulls a condom out of its pack and rolls the latex over his length. He kisses her deep as his lower half spears into her with such a ferocity that it kind of hurts. Only for a second though as his hips slowly retreat then slowly back in. "Sorry love. Didn't mean to hurt you." She smiles up to him and his breath catches in his throat. She's too striking for words and she has no idea. He brushes her hair back all the while his hips act like a separate person from his torso up. He has a look of concentration on his face as if he's considering something as he plunges in and out of her body. Her mouth is open slightly and her eyes are close to slits, as he gets harder in his strokes. "You like that baby?" "Yes!" She breathes sobbingly and it drives him faster into her tunnel. His cock rocketing in and out of her, her panting, his groaning, and the connection of their bodies smacking together are the only recognizable sounds in the room. He breathes heavily into her neck as she starts to milk his pole with her orgasm. He's doing well in holding out so far but he has to slow down or he'll explode. Her whimpering indicates her falling back into her right self but he hopes she likes where she just went because he's about to send her back. He quickly moves in a sitting position and spins her around so she's still in his lap but reverse from his front. He begins to jackhammer in and out of her making her fall onto his outstretched thighs. He has one hand on her shoulder and the other on her hip. She starts to grind her hips on his dick but he swiftly smacks her ass and slips her on her stomach. He has advantage by having her thighs on the outside of his because he widens them with his knee making her low to the bed like a frog. He pulls on her hair tightly and whispers in her ear, "I'm leading this dance tonight sweetheart." He begins to beat into her deep and hard. She wails into the clump of comforter that's in her mouth as his large arms go over hers and his fingers lace between hers. "Spit it out love. I want to hear it." His thrusts are staccato in rhythm but forceful as the comforter slides from her lips. Each stroke has a new note to discover from her body and he loves every one. "Fuck Lochlyn," she cries. "You make my pussy feel so good." "My pussy." He growls and strokes into harder than the rest twice. She goes rigid at his words but he can't see the small smile that's forming on her lips. He's too in the moment and wants to hear what he's been feeling from her lips, "Say it! Say it's mine!" He says fiercely. Her skin heats and her pussy tightens on him as her eyes widen in fear and passion. "I-it's yours. It's your pussy." She cums hard at her own admission then he grunts several times as he stills into her alerting her of his orgasm. He slowly withdrawals and scoots off the bed to discard the used latex and use the bathroom. He's in shock with his behavior and can't believe what just happened in bed. He went at her like a rutting beast and demanded, of all things, to say her pussy was his. What's more funny is how he means it and if he can, he thinks he's ready for her heart. He's so unsteady at this point his hands shake as he pees. He comes out with intentions of apologizing to her for his behavior and telling her his aim for her. That's if she isn't packing and running for hills at this point. He's ready to go out on a limb here and throw some caution to the wind. The thought of not perusing something with this woman seems worse than any doubts he may have. He sees her fast asleep with the same peaceful look he saw that very morning. He moves in beside her and she instantly seeks him out in her sleep. He grins as she situates a loving leg over both his and her head moves to his chest. She locks him in like a human straight jacket. He kisses the top of her head and decides that it can definitely wait until tomorrow. He softly chuckles as a new surprise for her comes to mind. ~*~* Downstairs in the kitchen, Perti is busy mixing ingredients together and humming her own tune. She doesn't have to hear them or see them to know they're passionately going at one another at the moment. Even though she doesn't agree with all the premarital sex, she knows young people today have no patience. It's not a coincidence that she knows all this. In fact she's partly to blame for any ferocity emitting in Lochlyn's room at the moment. She hears a sharp squeal of pleasure and jumps as she looks up at the ceiling. She shakes her head and can't believe her recipe works. Perti comes from a long line of medicine woman and hasn't been able to practice like she wants for years now. She has all the pregnancy mixtures and labor aids down pact but she's never been able to try her mating mixtures on anyone. They're all natural with no mysticism in them, as far as she knows. Her grandmother just told her that these recipes only brought to the surface what's itching to come out in the first place. Lochlyn and Cassie remind Perti of her husband and her before he died. Her own mother did the mating mixtures of them after a dream she had. Perti took a nap earlier that day and had the same dream. Call it wrong to hurry the process along but she isn't getting younger and she has a vow to make sure that child is married with children before she dies. She finishes with the concoction and puts it in the refrigerator and whistles off to bed.