Loaded Gun (NC-17 Frankie...atleast)

one editors note...Joy Division was what they called a section in the concentration camps where the nazi Guards would put the prettier detainees to work as prostitutes..

This one my Pets is going to get Rough this is atLEAST a
Frankie(NC-17)
but more likely than not a Blond G(X) and infact some future posts MAY get worse...(mostly for violence)


Loaded Gun .0

The young stud sauntered down the cat walk. The whistles and calls music to his ears. He swung his hips ever so slightly more. He realised he had become a perv. He KNEW he was getting off on the power he seemed to have.

But it was the ONLY power he had left.

Someone else told him when to sleep and eat. When to shower. What drudge of labor he'd have to do this week. Even when to take a piss.

And when to bend over..

But only he himself decided which cocks he'd suck.

Who he'd favor with that...TREAT.

It all depended on what they'd have to offer.

"Cigs!! Hey! I..I got a WHOLE pack of Cigs!" That got his attention. He arched one eyebrow and stopped.

"..Maybe..Brand? Better be a name ..I don't do shit for generic."

"NO! I K-Know!"

"Nuthin' girly either.." he snarled.

"NO!! It's Marbs.. I got the best! J-J-Just for you!" That got the guy a wink. "We'll see Sug.. But the bidding's not done yet.."

"I'll get more!! I sw-swear!"

The mostly raven haired man walked along a little further.

"I got TWO phone call tokens!"

"How the fuck's that good to me? You KNOW I got no body to call?" He tossed his almost all black mane, He needed dye badly and there was ONLY one way to get it, only ONE person who he could get it from.. He'd try holding out a bit longer before resorting to that.

He thought about what he last said.. It wasn't true he DID have someone to call, but he wouldn't do that to him..
"I love him too much." He muttered to himself.

"I got a new magazine.. STILL in plastic.."

"That ain't me Honey.. Try one of the others..." he said with a smirk.

"YOU! Joy Division!" A guard bellowed, "He wants to see you. Now!"

The dark haired man-boy tried to not let the fear show on his face, as he turned slowly. "In his office." The guard said with an evil smile.

"Damn! I shoulda took the Cigs..." He muttered under his breath.

He pulled his shoulders back and strutted back the way he came. He stopped for a sec infront of the man who had yelled Cigs, and held out his hand up over his shoulder, not even looking at him.

"Cigs Now..you get what you want later."

The buyer had sensed a change in the air and placed two cigs out of the pack on his palm.
"These now..you get the rest when I get off."

"No deal. Take it or leave it.. My price is about to go up."

The pack was grudgingly pressed into his hand.

He walked into the Warden's Office. He casually threw himself down on the couch, he lit a cig and started to unbutton his shirt. "How do you want it this time?"

"Button up and start packing."

He stood and towered over the man behind the desk. He walked around the desk advancing on him as he yelled. He was just too tired of this shit to take anymore..

Almost 3 years was fuckin' long time.

"What!!? You Can't MOVE me in to solitary AGAIN! I didn't do shit this time! I've been doing everything you and those Fucking Apes you call guards tell me to! You've made me and the guys your very own little Joy Division! Haven't you made enough of us being on our backs? Or bent over for your profit?! Hell I think you get off just on the fact that you CAN make us do it!"

"Sit your ASS Down and Shut the Fuck up!" The inmate didn't move and the warden already pissed his best "boys" were being taken away, he was slowly losing his temper.

"It seems our little friend the ADA made some.. ommissions in one of his cases. Now ALL his convictions are suspect and as such.. they are being overturned. You and your "boys" are going home. Tomorrow. Nuthin' I can do to stop it.." He stood up and grabbed the inmate by his hair, his precious hair, and made him stare into his glaring eyes.

"TOMORROW, who you fuck is ENTIRELY up to you.. But TODAY.. TONIGHT.. You and your boys.. your asses are mine!" he shoved the inmates face into the desk. "DOWN." was all he said.

The inmate wanted to scream, but he REFUSED to give the pig that satisfaction. He undid his string tied belt of his pants, letting them fall and waited.

The sound of a zipper was the only sound in the room. The inmate forced himself to concentrate on the word Tomorrow.

A grunt escaped both their lips as the warden reminded him of his place in the world.

But that was in this world. Tomorrow things would be different.

'After tomorrow' he swore to himself.. 'This will NEVER happen again. I'd rather DIE first!'

Shadows of things to come...hm...


Anyway. I love it so far Lis. Keep it up!

*happy sigh* ah, Loaded Gun... how I've waited ever so patiently for you... and HEEEERE you are!! muahahaha! Take it from me, this one's a *GOOD* one... but dont worry Lis, I'll pay close attention.... I know that some things dont last long... *pout* (*wink*)

The dark-haired inmate was made to take a good sound screwing from the warden, and then as a "Reward" for a job well done to the warden's right hand man Guard..The inmate was made to get down on his knees and suck the smelly disgusting guard off.

The inmate realised EXACTLLY what was going on with out being told..The warden was furious that he was losing his best trio, and he was going to "make them pay" for getting out early.

After the guard was finished off, he stood and readjusted himself as the inmate spat as much as he could out, but the guard just laughed..."Don't worry SUGAR.." the pig said sarcastically, "You'll get your fill one way or another tonight!"

As the inmate tried to pull himself together he was shoved out the doorway..He nearly tripped over his own pants legs and he tried to tie them and walk at the same time.

There was a litteral 'buzz' around the prison as word spread the 'the Boys of the JD' were being released early. They had as many 'friends' inside as the did enemies..And ALL of the inmates, in this section of the prison atleast, had something they wanted to "give" or take from at least One if not ALL of the boys.

As they got to his shared cell he KNEW they were in trouble.

He and the others looked SO much like a Band from Jersey that they had each earned a corressponding nick name of each of the guys.

That and there names were already damn close anyways..

'Ray' was cuffed to a chair standing bent over. He had been stripped from the waist down as was vunerable to both an anal as well as an oral assault. Frankie was cuffed to his bottom bunk face up. He would plainly see what and who was coming.

'G' was shoved into the room and cuffed to the other bottom bunk in the same fashion..This was going to be a LONG night.

The guards then stood outside the cella an allowed the other inmates to come and go as they chose into the 'Joy Division'.

They started cutting deals ..this was the last night these pretty guys would be around and they figured they may as well have some fun watching them even though there was little profit to be made...

The guards were just Getting OFF on watching these "smirking pansies" get what they deserved.

The guards KNEW that a certain song, infact most any song off a certain CD pissed the boys off. So ofcourse they played it through the loud speakers NICE and LOUD!

They let the Power Players in prison have there turns first. You know the kids of guys that had friends EVERYWHERE...

There was one, Manny, that HATED 'G', because G always spat out his cum or worse turned his head at the last moment always claiming "My bad..I got no sence of timing or rhythm, or something.."

But tonight Manny was going to MAKE him swallow.

'G' struggled as he saw Manny walk into the cell. But he knew it was no use, plus he figured that his struggles would only ADD to Manny's pleasure..he laid as still as he could..He willed himself not to respond to Manny, one way or the other.

That just ticked Manny off worse.. As his cock began to spasm he tried to instead of forcing his way further in, Manny actually seemed to be pulling out..'G' was sure Manny had something special in mind for him.

'G' had a feeling he knew..He also figured he had a surprise or two for Manny.

Just as Manny's spasms started 'G' whose legs were still free lifted them and tried to drive his knees into Manny's back. That shoved Manny deeper inside his throat..Yes, he'd probably still come but not where and how he wanted to. 'G' would take that satisfaction atleast away from him.

"OH? Soooo...You wanna play rough do ya?" Manny thrust his cock down 'G's throat making it hard to breath. 'G' inturn started to bite down on Manny's cock.

Manny reached behind himself with one hand and PUNCHED 'G' in the stomach REALLY REALLY HARD.. This made Gee vocalize in agony and his jaw unclenched.

Manny yanked 'G's head back.."This I s what I think of your little life.." He tugged his hair back and forced 'G's mouth open. He came inside his mouth but BEFORE 'G' could even TRY to move, Manny pulled out and crouched over him. He covered The submissive's mouth and nose as hard as he could.
It wasn't very long before he began to panic.

The evil man would FORCE him to swallow..

Manny laughed as he saw the terror in the boy's face. "Swallow and I'll let go.." 'G' felt like his lungs were gonna explode he had no choice.

They were finally getting out..atleast a year ahead of schedule, 'G' couldn't afford to hold onto his dignity, only to sufficate this close to being free.

Manny laughed as he watched 'G's adams apple bob up and down. He turned to the head guard.."You better do something about this one ..he's a biter..You don't wanna have to explain that to the media.."

The guard called to another. He came in unlocked the cuffs on the bed rail and made 'G' get off of the bunk..They forced him to turn around and kneel. They reattached his cuffs to the frame. Now 'G' was kneeling facing the bed, partly stretched out on it..His face could easily be pressed into the mattrress, on his knees and with his arms pulled out in front of him, there was NOTHING he could do to defend himself.
Absoulutely NO way he could fight.. he could, a small amount with his feet, but he KNEW he'd lose.

And in THAT position was how he spent the night..That night any two bit con, was given free reign of him.

Even the cig guy came in and Fucked him..."These are MINE!"
and took the cigs back!

The next day three VERY sore guys were given a change of clothes, what few personal possesion's they had had and walking papers..

If only walking didn't hurt so DAMN bad...

JAYSUS!! seriously what the FUCK did they do? it was the ASSISTANT DISTRICT ATTORNEY! (thats right, full name mister) who FUCKED with the evidence!! its okay boys, you're getting out now... its alllllll over...

Lis, that was SAD. Gs!!

Who says they didn't do the crime?

I mean...just because one case was wring doesn't mean they all are...

True Zomb, but I guess the government doesnt wanna waste money on appeal cases when its free to let the criminals go... *sigh* thats comforting huh?

And sides... I guess they figure if they're bad enough, they'll be stupid enough to commit more crime and get caught again...

(okay JUST for clarification the ADA tampered with evidence in a case that Didn't involve them..BUT...That would STILL taint ALL his convictions..That's how they do it here...
and Brandi just hold on..this is JUST the beginning)
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Loaded Gun 2 *Sara*

Sara walked into the club. She was dressed like a tramp. She knew she wasn't, but sometimes she felt like she was one.

Tonight she looked like she was for sale..again sometimes she felt like she was..but her price wasn't monetary. She wanted only one thing. Only one thing was worth risking all she was what she wanted...

She wanted attention, she wanted to be precious to someone..she wanted to be cared for..She WANTED to be protected.

She NEEDED to be loved.

But she was afraid of that too..and she knew this club was not the kind of place she'd find the kind of guy that would do that long term ..Not here. So Sara hung out here as often as she could BECAUSE of that very reason.

She wouldn't want a life with Any of the guys she met here. These guys weren't Mr. Right..they were Mr. Right NOW.

Not that she ever gave them any real chance..She came here when she went out at all, with her girls..She made sure they had good time, got into not TOO much trouble, and went home together.

Safe and no worse for wear.

Some men would call them challenges,
or cock-teases..
They called what they did having fun. They would dance and flirt and maybe be lead the poor guys at the club on just a tad bit..But the regulars knew.

The girls came together and left together.

It had even become a right of passage at their local campuses in this smallish suburb to bring newbies in ..Not tell the new guys who these girls were and watch them kill themselves trying to impress the girls..It was funny as shit to the older more experienced guys.

And halloween especailly was their night to shine. Sara looked HOT as SIN.

Her friends were too. They had gone to their local Hot Topic and picked out costumes for this belated birthday celebration.. Sara Loved Halloween. It was the one time of year she could step out of herself completely. She could stop thinking about apperances, and who thought what and just have fun..

And that was exactly what she intended to do this thursday night. She intended to start the weekend early and enjoy a long one.
Her birthday had just passed less than a week ago and halloween wasn't quiet here. Course it all ways sucked when halloween fell on a monday.

But living in southern Nevada it was still plenty warm to trick or treat for the kiddies, and plenty warm for outdoor parties..

The amusment parks too were still open.

Summer really never ended where they lived..

And Sara was especailly thankful it was so warm..other wise she'd be freezing.

Now that the sun was finally actually fully down there was a bit of a chill to the air. Not bad if she had been dressed normally. But even though she liked to tease..This costume was even a bit too...too little for her. Cassi had talked her into something even MORE skimpy than she would have picked out for her self.

"I'm telling you...I think the lady cop or the dominatrix..or the lady Vamp..Nah not the Vamp..I think the cop..The dom has a whip but the cop has the cuffs.."

"Hey I wanted the cuffs!" their friend Brie half yelled half whined..

"You want to be IN the cuffs that's different! Besides we should let Sar' have first choice ...This IS for HER birthday.."

"I hate to agree with the runt.." Charlie said glaring at Cassi, which was funny since even with out the boots Cassi towered over Charlie. "But it IS her celebration."

"But we do this every year and every year she gets the best costume." Brie whined.

"You all do this EVERY year?" the dark haired beauty that looked the most like Sara piped in.

"Yeah Suzu!" said Cassi sounding much like Tigger. "Every year!" Charlie chimed in like Piglet."It's a tradtion." Brie intoned in her best Eyeore

Suzan(or Suzu for short) was new to their long time circle of friendship.

Sara and Charlie having been friends since riding classes and then boarding schools. Cassi having joined one year as she was thrown in their school-year WAY ahead of where she should have been. She was a girl Genius.
Brie was only a year after that..She had been put in
"Our Lady of Sorrows Boarding Academy For Girls"
as a last chance to straighten up and fly right or else..

They had long since graduated and were now studying in the various college campuses that sprinkled their smallish suburb. That's were they had met Dezirae..They weren't a sorority but they may as well have been.

Their house just between Sara's pre-law school and Charlie's, Med-school was THE place to be..
on most weekends.

Cassi had a small loft well with-in walking distance that she used mostly as a place to keep her stuff. She was usually with Sara or Charlie. They both being older than her it was like having older sisters.

Cassi's loft also served as a library, for the girls. If one of them needed a place to study quietly or just think. Cassi's loft was the best place to be. It was decorated in red and greys a blacks..Almost asian in style. Cassi had learned in her Psych classes red was suppossed to make you wanna argue..but she and the girls seemed to find it gave them energy and focus.

It wasn't as if they were ever there that long anyway.

Either they were at The HOUSE just off campus or in Brie's "Play ground", as she and the girls called her apartment.

Brie liked to keep things loud and spicy and edgy..It was the kind of placed you believed anything could happen in. And IF the notches in Brie's bed post were a REAL ACCURATE Count..Practically every thing did.

Suzu lived in nice grown-up apartment that looked like it should it be in some magazine..At least that was the entrance room was like.

That was as far as most people ever got.

But if you were lucky enough to be invited past that room you found a victorian/gothic fantasy come to life. Red velvet and black or ivory lace every where..
But if you woulda passed her or the street, you never woulda known..

So tonight on this cloudless moonlit night Sara 'The Cop' walked into O'Malley's never knowing how much her life was about to change...

this is dubious consent at best so far. which is normally not quite my bag, but oooh it's sooo good. Lis, you are *aweosme*

Cop...really? Cliche Lis...j/k XD


hahaha, great...Charlie is a doctor...my mama always wanted me to be one.

Chapter 3 *Who wants who?*
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'G' looked around the room. The noise a mix of loud pulsing music and happy chatter. People were mixing every where and he was nervous as shit..Although if you didn't know him you NEVER woulda known just be looking at him.

He took a drag off a cig, he was standing on the patio looking back into the dance floor. Even though the bar still allowed smoking, he had needed some air. His nerves were getting to him.
"Why the fuck do I let myself get talked into these things?.."
'G' wasn't really even sure how he got talked into this one...It MUST have been Frankie idea..

'G' was in the middle of getting getting ready to stalk off after Frankie when he looked up into the room again. There was a stir and shouts and whistles.

For just a second he remembered those whistles being directed at him. And part of him was sickened by it.
He picked up what was left of his whiskey and knocked it back. He still couldn't hear that sound with out him either getting turned on or getting sick to his stomach.

Most of the time BOTH.

He looked up to see what poor soul was getting that treatment.

And he saw her.

She was dressed, of all things as a cop. There appeared to be some of her friends with her.

"Fuck'n hysterical.." he mutterd.
"What are they the female verison of The Village People?" He had said it more to himself he hadn't noticed the other guys had come out to find him and now they were all staring in that direction too.

"Nah.." Frankie said.."No CONSTRUCTION worker.. although I'd let any of them nail me any time.."
"No indian either.." Ray said thoughtfully.
"And Alice is off limits guys I saw her first weeks..ago. We've even met for coffee a couple times.."

"ooOOoo." 'G' said sarcastically to his brother.
"Go ahead make fun...I KNOW who you're gunna go after anyway,,and it's NOT gunna happen.." Mikes shook his head.. "No way in Hell." He chuckled, "No WAY in HER actually!" They all gotta kick outta that one.

ALL except 'G'.

"Kay if you're SO fuckin smart LITTLE Bro then who?"

"There are five of them right?
The girl in a blue plaid VERY short skirt? That's Charlie..she's Alice, see the Grinning cat picture she has ..I made her that on Photo sh-..."
"So glad you put your education to such good use.." His brother said sourly.

"WAIT you KNOW these girls?" Frankie was VERY excited. "This means we got an 'IN'!"
"No..except for Charlie..I kinda know the others by sight but Really know them? Nah.."

"OKay well lesse,we got a dominatrix, and what seemed to be an egyptian slave girl or something like that.., UH! The WENCH!!! I Call first dibs there! Blonds aren't usually my type but..DAMN! And ofcourse..."

"The Cop." They all said, rolling there eyes, except 'G'.

"Wait my BROTHER said he knows which one I'm gonna go after..Maybe I wanna go after them all..I was in for ALONG time you know.."

"No 'G' we forgot..DUH! Look we are suppossed to be having this major blast this week right? Cause-"

"CAUSE it's Halloween!" 'G' glared at Frankie..He still didn't want Mikes to know.

Frankie felt Ray elbow him as he looked at 'G' puzzled and then remembered.."Oh right..That's why..Anyways! Why do you get first First choice?"

"It's tradition Frank WE always Do it this way..I am the Point man remember?"

"Not this time! I AM. I am the one that knows Charlie right? I MIGHT get you intros if you are nice to me.."

"Fine! Mikes wants Alice. You want the wench..Mikes who do you think I want?"

Mikes grinned like the cheshire cat.
"Who's got the cuffs? And Who is the ONLY one that NEVER leaves with a guy?"

"Shit! FUCK!!!" He stomped his foot and slammed his hand on the railing. He hated to admit it but Mikes was right again..He KNEW how to read his older brother too well sometimes.

Mikes held out his hand to Matt. Ray and Frank were not dumb enough to take the bet. "Told ya..Pay up."

"Mikes? Y- You know her name?" 'G' held up his hands.
"Wait!! I don't wanna know. I don't wanna know her real name."

"Wull good cause.. I don't know it anyhows..everybody around here, they just call her Sugar..It's been a long while since she's been in here though..She looks good tonight though..alot of times she seems..I dunno, sad, far away. Like she wants to be someplace else."

"She don't look like that tonight does she?" 'G' said taking a long drag from his cig. He was trying NOT to get his hopes,
or anything else, UP.

"Well! Boys I'm going in!" Frankie knocked back the rest of his beer and handed it to Ray.

Frankie didn't wanna wait he headed over to talk to the sultry wench with a Very low cut bodice and slit skirt. She had plenty of ample bossom threating to spill out over her top. Blondish hair, but the kind that was obviously not from a bottle.

In the darkened room, and from this distance 'G' could see frank wasn't having any trouble getting her to atleast talk to him.

Mikes said, "Me too. Not time like the present." He left to go an talk to the one that appeared to be a slutty version of some fairy tale cartoon. Alice Mikes had said. She had very long very femine hair. She had a sweet face and was petite Mikes seemed smitten and happy.

"You still haven't told him have you?"
Matt said almost snarkily. He considered Mikes weak for not be part of the job. And 'G' a candy-ass for not telling him in the first place.
'G' spoke quietly but the music wasn't so loud out on the patio that they couldn't hear him.
"No. What am I gonna tell him? Mikes after this weekend, you might never seen me again? I may be dead.."
"OR in prison again?" Ray chimed in.
"Like I said DEAD!, or far FAR away..?"

"But he should know..you're ONLY trying to save him-"
"Shut it! Nevermind why..It HAS to be done.."

Slutty Alice?

That's DOCTOR Slutty Alice to you. hahaha

Chapter 4 *Lemme Buy You a Drink*

"Shut it! Nevermind why..It Has to be done!"

He looked across to where Frankie and Mikes were already talking to the girls. He was damn proud of his little Bro..He was comfortable and at ease talking to the Long haired girl. Mikes was taller than her and the looked good together. The girl seemed to hang on Mikes every word. Maybe Mikes had found the one..Maybe he wouldn't miss 'G' so much once he was gone.

"Aww..They look cosy don't they?" Matt said snarkily. "Maybe HE gets the happily ever after..While you get..what? Not even screwed?"

"FUCK off Matt..You STAY AWAY from Mikes..He's out! Period..He's got a life..He can still be happy. Still make something of himself...What you do is your business but if it touches someone I love.. You have a problem..A BIG one...ME! Got it?"

"But 'G'? Are you just gunna let him walk into it..Shouldn't he atleast know?"

"Actually..no. No my brother is gunna be sick come monday morning..He's not gunna make it to work...He won't ever be in harms way..and it'll all be over before he can do anything about it. We'll either be long gone or caught. Either way it's better off this way..you KNOw he'd try to talk me, us out of it."

"Faggot." Matt snarled. 'G' shoved him against the rail, so Matt was bent over staring down at the concrete about 15 feet below. 'G's body pressed up against him and he had Matt's arm twisted behind his back. He was helpless.
'G' was COMPLETELY in control.

'G' hissed in his ear. "You EVER call my brother or one of my friends that again, and you will wish you had NEVER been born..I Will see to that...with my dying breath if need be. Got it? Now cut out this shit! Or you're out! And I won't tolorate any potential squealers. I'll make SURE you won't screw me over ever again!"

Matt tried not to show any fear, and failed misserably.
"I..I Told you..They fucked with the tape..tampered with evidence I didn't say those things that way.."

'G' woulda normally not beleived him, especailly since Matt got out WAY eariler than they were scheduled to, but in light of what happened with the ADA...

"Guys! Break it up you're causing a scene." Ray warned.
"You don't want them to call the REAL cops!"

The Cop. That made 'G' stop. Was she watching? Did she see him have a guy bent over the rail..See him whispering in his ear?
He turned back to look where she had been leaning against the bar.

"SHIT!" She was staring right at him. She stood up and began to cross the dance floor heading towards him. Her eyes never left him as she made her way over.

'G' stood motionless watching her every movement.
Tall black boots..Boots he would easily kneel to lick. Fishnet stockings with garters peeking out from under the VERY short 'uniform'. A flash of creamy thigh showing every now and then. It made his heart beat faster.

The Blue outfit was body hugging and it showed off her curves. Hips he wanted to grasp, as he guided them to fuck him as his cock filled her up.. "ffFuck." He said, she could plainly see what he had said cause she kissed the air in his general direction.

She had him hard already and she wasn't even near him.
Let alone touching him.

The uniform was low cut and it showed ivory swell of her breasts over the top of the uniform. The valley between her breasts just begging to be kissed. And that slender throat, how he wanted to tongue and suck at it as he buried his face in her silky dair hair.

If she didn't let him in, he'd HAVE to beg Frankie to help him out tonight.

'G' didn't consider himself Gay..far from it.. Infact he had beaten the shit outta someone not long ago for implying that..

What he was forced to do in prison, even though he had learned to enjoy it, was different.

He would go down on his friends...just as they would for him.
He could count on Frankie.

But tonight ALL he wanted was walking right toward him..
and SHE was dangling a pair of cuffs.

Somehow he found his voice. "Officer? Is there a problem?" She smirked at her, trying to not show how much he wanted her, atleast not RIGHT away.

She smiled at him, she liked him, she didn't know why but she did.
"I saw a scuffle here a few minutes ago..Do I have to cuff you, take you somewhere, and get you to..confess? I have ways of making a man say or DO whatever I want."

"You may have to..they say I'm a bad bad man..I may need to be detained..Strip searched too.." he smiled he sexiest crooked smile at her. Damn, but he wanted that uniform down around her ankles, and her on his "stick".
"I am concealing a LOADED GUN..and it may go off."
"Really? You wanna SHOOT into me so hard that it blows my head off? Or do you want me to blow you away?"
"ffFuck!" he grinned "You don't play around do you?"

"Hardly ever.." her body language changed. "Seriously, what was all that..That pig's been in here before and anybody who threatens him deserves a drink in my book, let me buy you one on me.."

"On you? That is too tempting an offer to turn down..." He stepped forward and played with a tendril of her hair.
"But uh..Officer..but I still might want you to manhandle me later. I..uh..wanna FULLY co-operate."
He was HOPING she would want him, even a tenth as much as he wanted her..
If she did, they would be screwing all-fuckin-night long!
And he sure as HELL couldn't think of a way he'd rather spend the night.

"We'll see... after, the drink." She turned and he dropped into step behind her, watching that ass sway. She stopped for a second and looked over her shoulder at him.
"This place is packed tonight..Maybe you better come closer..you don't wanna lose me do you?"

"No mam! But I'd find you even if I did." as he moved closer he placed his hand on the small of her back. She didn't seem to mind and the warmth of her body beneath it through the thin material made his head spin. He didn't need any more drinks, he was getting high on the thought he might have a DECENT chance at her tonight.

"You care what I make you swallow? Or do you trust me?"

"uh..I'd take anything you'd wanna give me..even poison."
They reached the bar. "What can I get you Sugar?" the bartended asked her.
"Poison huh?" she looked at him side ways. "Tequila, Blanco. Two cabilitos and bring the bottle."
"Lemon or lime sugar?" "Both and salt. And..Bring a bottle of Reposado too please, maybe Ley or Conquistador"

" Two Bottles? You are serious...Is that what should I call you? Sugar?"

"Well..First off everybody calls me Sugar here so that's fine..Unless you get..inspired. And the blanco is shot Tequila..The resposado, the "rested" is a sipping drink..IF I decide I wanna talk to you for any length of time, That is a more smooth sophisitcated way for us to kill our brain cells. Doesn't hurt as bad and they die happily instead of a screaming death."

Both the eyebrows shot up. "So I got a chance..at, at least spending part of the evening with you..I musta been a good boy somewhere."

"No you're just damn lucky..Sugar NEVER buys drinks, let alone two. You must really be some peice a work." said as he brought over the glasses and bottles.

"That I am..You have NO idea."

"At YOUR booth Sugar?"
"That sounds good...OH don't forget the citris. I'll meet you there I need to freshen up abit."

"Fine I'll show your new friend where.."
'G' watched those hips as they swayed away. He could feel his insides twist. He was Desperate for her.

"Damn I might be one lucky Son of a Bitch tonight." He said as he followed the bartender.

The Barman laughed out loud. "With SUGAR?!? OH! OH That's TOO funny man..SUGAR doesn't leave with anybody but her girls. She comes with them, and leaves with them. MOST of the time it's ALL of them. Although I have seen the others leave with other guys.. But Sugar? Never."

"She straight?"
The barman shrugged. "Far as I can see, I mean yeah, she dances with all kinds, flirts with all kinds..She can be a terrible cock-tease, but leave her girls here, and go someplace with some guy? Oh Hell no."

"Well NOT tonight, she's not goin home alone..I'm gunna be with her and IN her tonight."

The bartender smirked. "Really? I'll tell you what. You get her to just..dance with you A SLOW dance..with you. And I'll clear your tab for tonight. ALL your drinks on the house."

"And If I get her to let me kiss her? All my friends tabs too?"

"Done! But it has to be on the dance floor in plain veiw..No dark corners or hall ways! And it has to be a REAL kiss too, no pecks on the cheek! And she has to kiss back!"

"Done! Tell my friends imports and top shelves from now on! They can drink themselves into a coma tonight! Sugar and I are gonna be in the middle of that dance floor tonight and your gunna get an eyeful!"

hahaha awww shit... getting a bit COCKy are we 'G'? Well you BETTA hope she goes with you...

Though knowing Lis..............................

...I'd be drinkin the place OUT! ha ha ha!

hahaha, yeah. Buy them out 'G'...you are safe. XD