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As Dahlia Bliss

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The Truth Of His Heart

1.
My reflection betrayed nothing in the pocket mirror, checking one last check before he arrived. It was my armour, my war paint. It was only eight a.m and already the heat had plucked at my reserve, gathering damp patches at the small of my back and underarms. He welcomed it, rubbing his bearded cheek against me when we made love. The thought tested me like the tropical heat.

Mateo’s car pulled up across the street, and one of his men came out and opened it. He stood up, adjusted the peak of his cap and glanced around him before he strode over whilst his man shut the door and stood by the side of the car. Mateo wore a light tan suit and white shirt, tailored to mask the bulge of the holster under his jacket. A man’s posture cannot hide who he is.  A lightness came to his steps as he drew closer. His face, a stoic mask, broke into a warm, gentle smile when he saw me. 

‘Cara Mia.’ he said. 

My hands went to his face, fingers running through his beard before our lips met. He smelled of fresh coffee and coconut oil. 

His eyes narrowed as he ran his fingers against my left wrist.I shuddered, betraying myself with a simple touch. I gave a slight cry, and his hand encircled my wrist. It excited and appalled me how small I felt in his presence. Not diminished but small, nestled against his broad, furred chest as he slept with his palm on my breast. During the night, he would reach between my thighs and cup me without stirring. 

‘Tell me.’ he said. 

He was sometimes clumsy. Once, he entertained purchasing a motorcycle and my appalled rejection of the idea wounded him, but he hid it well. There were moments of grace with him, but he’d also drop glasses and miss spots where he shaved his head. Yet, for his endearing clumsiness and earnestness, it would have been stupid to assume it was a weakness. 

‘Please sit down.’ 

A waiter approached. Mateo ordered tea for me and an espresso for him. When the waiter left, his attention returned patient but implacable. It was difficult to breathe. He leaned forward, took my hand and turned it over, pressed his fingers to my wrist and looked at me. 

‘You’re agitated but trying to control it. With some success, I might add, Esther.’ he said. 

It was difficult to meet his gaze. My news would change things between us, forever. There was the possibility it meant my never leaving this cafe, but there was a gentle light in his eyes with me. If my betrayal dimmed it, then it would justify his wrath. 

There were stories about him. He would never speak of his work beyond generalities. 

‘To speak of my work is to relive it.’ he said. 

Each breath burned in my chest. The heat needled me, and when the waiter brought our order, Mateo poured me a glass of ice water from the carafe between us. He spoke through his actions, and the care, the attention he paid me came home to roost as we sat there. 

Waiting for me to talk to him.

‘At three a.m, covert action teams will mount simultaneous strikes against tactical targets all over the city.’ 

Mateo picked up his espresso and looked at me over the rims of his spectacles, nodded for me to go on. 

I shuddered, revolted and relieved as I picked up my glass and gulped down half in one go. My mouth was arid and sore, but the water soothed me enough to continue. There was a faint mineral taste to it, but it was pleasant. A first act of the new government was investment in infink nowrastructure, private funding in return for preferential tax breaks for future industrial sites. 

The barracks at Costa Verde. 
The Presidential Palace. 
Casa De Secretos. 

It was our name for it. He grimaced and closed his eyes as he set his cup down. He retrieved a cigarette case and lit one with a lighter which had FUCK COMMUNISM painted on it. It had been his father’s; he told me. A veteran of Vietnam before he met his wife, Mateo’s mother and they moved to her homeland, away from a country spoiled and venal. 

‘Cara Mia. This news troubles me.’ 

He exhaled a slow plume of smoke and took my hand across the table. 

‘But it is not unexpected.’ he said. 

He squeezed my fingers, showing strength without violence. 

‘What do you mean?’

He took off his spectacles and peered into my eyes. 

‘Tell me what you see there, Esther. I know it is your real first name. They have advised you to mix them up, but it’s a tough habit to break because you shared concerns about a loss of identity to Dr Snyder back in April.’ 

It took an impressive deal of control to remain calm. 
The relief of confession had masked a seething nest of revelations, a misinterpretation of the situation which terrified me. 

‘Do you know my mother’s profession, Esther?’ he said

She was a veterinarian.

Mateo nodded as he unbuttoned his jacket. 

‘She taught me lessons which ran parallel with my father’s instructions. Their beliefs informed my perspectives on the world. A place free from the tyranny of kings and clergy, free and prosperous with the grace to stop and enjoy the fruits of its labours. ‘
He paused to smooth his beard with his fingertips, a gesture somewhere between contemplation and grooming.

‘Which was always my goal. My mother’s lesson was in understanding the principles of animal husbandry. My innovation was to apply it as a macro-political exercise. Neutering when necessary, keeping the organism healthy and secure from all threats, foreign and domestic.’ 

He smiled, but it did not reach his eyes.  

I am not a monster. My aim is to take my country to the pinnacle of its achievements, then disappear and enjoy it in the time left. I’ve done things to protect it and have prepared for such an event as this.
My thighs and stomach were taut with the effort to rein in my feelings. His voice was quiet, a little above a smooth whisper, but he had my attention without effort. 

‘You don’t have the penetration into our operation, Mateo. We’ve been able to establish supply chains, flown in military advisers to train the militia.’ I said. 
My voice sounded sharp, a smashed glass at a wake which drew everyone’s attention.  

‘Because, Esther, I allowed you to.’ he said

He pointed up at the sky.

‘That is C-7623, piloted on this shift by Private Cole Wilkins, 115th Engineers of Terre Haute. He enjoys his work, but he’s hoping to launch missiles when the opportunity arises. Some of his reports concern me, Esther, but you won’t have seen them.’ 

My disbelief fell on me like a roll of quarters swung against the back of my head. He smiled and gestured around him. 

‘I planned against the worst scenarios. I imagined the ultimate enemy and how my country could survive it. Weak men have taken your country, but they will not take mine.’

2. 

The first time I learned about Mateo Costas was at an event-shielded briefing before we flew into the country. 
They committed nothing to paper, no recording devices to ensure freedom of discussion and opinion. 

‘This is the guy. Mateo Costa.’
‘American father.’
‘Native Mother. Attended Oxford University on a scholarship then signed up for the US Navy followed by SEAL training which is where it got interesting,’ Ellis said. 

Ellis was on secondment from MI5, with the florid build of someone punished for every second in a country more than a few degrees above a tepid English spring. People wondered if this was a punishment for a previous failure, but he was an encyclopedia of the country’s politics and economy. He clapped his hands together. 

‘Costas took part in two SEAL missions. Notable ones. The rescue of Captain Phillips and then Operation Neptune Spear. Which is?’ 

I put my hand up.

‘Bin Laden.’ 

Ellis shot me with finger guns before he clapped his hands together. 

‘Now, he’s too dignified to confirm this, which means when it leaks, he looks stoic and humble. Now he returns home, joins the Crypteia and in three years, he’s running the entire operation.’ 

King, a former Delta Force operator who made the move into intelligence, put his hand up. 

‘I’ve read Keller’s report from last year, and he claims it was a committee which voted on supply requests.’ he said. 

Ellis winked at him.

‘ He requested investigatory powers, went through whatever police and career military survived the coup and trained them into his own unit. On paper, they’re civil servants or clerks, but they had commissariat authority. He turned it into a Tardis.’

‘Bigger on the inside than the outside.’ I said.

Ellis chuckled and shot me a wink. 

‘Democratic Socialism got a turn at the bat, Mateo came back after the coup, created his own little squad of trained and well-armed soldiers then -‘ he gestured to all of us.    

King leaned forwards before addressing the room.

‘He brings down the central committee in one night, held office for one year and then resigned before open elections in return for his old post with the Crypteia.’ he said. 

‘They disbanded it before he took office and didn’t exist on record at all. Like this meeting.’ I said. 

Ellis whistled under his breath and opened a bottle of water. His short-sleeved shirt hung from his thin shoulders like a damp flag. 

‘So, he de-stabilised a socialist government, didn’t stay in office long enough to steal anything.  Now he runs the secret service of a capitalist democratic government. It runs in secret, without oversight, and although the deputy director thinks his altruism is neutered, I think he presents a clear and present danger to our long-term economic interests.’ 

I put my hand up. 

‘Aren’t they our buds now?’ I said. 

Ellis chuckled and scratched the back of his neck. 

‘Facebook moved their HQ down here. Bezos has been here six times in the last year and there’s been fawning articles in the Washington Post about it. But they’re also not responding to the left about the atrocity claims, or the president’s comments about diversity. So there are optics to consider and the economic impact.’ he said. 

We were talking about overthrowing a country because it did a better job of being American than America did. 
Ellis worked in Psychological Operations, had embedded himself into the country’s social media and combed through metadata to establish a profile of a target as intimate and complete as a splendid marriage. 

‘ We’ve got candidates who favour a better deal with us.’ King said.

Ellis shook his head. 

‘He’s a righteous guy, tough and plain-spoken, but he’s not the man behind the wheel. Mr Costas, I believe and so does the Director, is the linchpin of his country’s government and development.’
What I said next, in a room shielded from observation or betrayal, came back to haunt me as I sat there looking into Mateo’s eyes, waiting to have my instinct and experience proved wrong. 

‘Then he’d need eliminating alongside whatever strategic sites you’ve accounted for at the same time.’ I said. 

Ellis frowned and ran the tip of his tongue against the philtrum of his upper lip. 

‘How do you suggest we do that, Esther?’ he said. 

I knew. 

3.

We met at a bookstore. It was one place where he spent his free time, casual and unrecognised. His recommendation of Olive Kitteridge surprised me, but he said his grandparents had the same stoicism of character and came from the book’s setting. He introduced himself without announcing his position and invited me to join him for coffee. 

When we met, his presence was electrifying. He had power without being stunted or calcified by it. It didn’t sit well with what they had told me about the efforts he took to keep his country from returning to a socialist government.  Professional concerns drove my actions, then later it came to stymie them. Ellis had told me, in his capacity as my handler, to accept dinner if he offered. Which he did. He did not instruct me to sleep with him, which was my choice. Perfect men bored me, and Mateo’s flaws were as embraceable as the rest of him. It did not blind me to the dangers of loving such a man, but there were reasons beyond the torrid rush of attraction.  Now, I saw the myth of him, the secret policeman who kept things in order. 

‘Were you sent to kill me?’ he said. 

I shook my head. 

‘No, I was to gather information on you. Relay it back for analysis.’ 

He grinned.

‘Was Ellis your handler?’ he said. 

A jolt of fear and surprise shot through me. He passed me the cigarette case and I took one. He lit it for me and watched me until I nodded.

‘How did you know his name?’ I said. 

‘He was from British Intelligence. Seconded to your CIA after eight years with psychological operations and a further five working for Deputy Director Prentiss. Wallace came to you from Delta Force. He has a fiancee. Her name is Shonda, and she’s eight weeks pregnant, but he doesn’t know yet.; 

His voice was soft, slow and conversational but he scattered his knowledge like he was sowing salt to kill the soil of my reality. 

‘What about me?’ I said.

He knew what connected the quinceanera of Don Rezillos niece and the attendant case of food poisoning caused by mal carne with the supply chains of the insurgents fighting along the coast.   His men were shadows, which rose and dragged people into the darkness. They disappeared, or had deaths explained by choice or random fate. I didn’t know which one faced me, but I hoped it would be quick. 

He asked the waiter to bring us more drinks. He looked at me and continued. 

‘When I arrived, infant mortality had gone up three hundred percent. People were shooting at farmers to steal their cattle. Their professors became their oppressors and turned my home into a fiefdom. My country, Esther, neutered and corrupted by those who believed they knew best. All under the baleful gaze of a government who saw everything and enriched themselves first,’ he said. 

Passion rose within him, lending his tone of voice a gruff thickness I found interesting. 

‘Why wouldn’t I seek to do something about it?  I’d read enough of the literature to speak the language, repeat the narrative and make myself useful without appearing to hold any personal ambitions. What surprised me was the level of incompetence in charge. None of them saw me coming until it was too late.’  

‘My country is not a place where children scream in the night. Our immigration controls, our trade deals are to protect and advance our interests. We always played ball with your country, Esther, but we grew too good at it, didn’t we?’ 

‘Much like Hussein, Gadaffi, Jung Un, we’ll be the latest enemy. I pulled the trigger on your country’s greatest enemies and when I did actual work; they sent you to betray me.’

I went to shake my head, but he raised his hand and I looked down at the table, ashamed and afraid. 

‘It doesn’t matter, cara mia. I accounted for such things. A man can never give the truth of his heart to his woman, not if he wants her to stay.’ he said. 

‘You never told me anything.’ 

He smiled and nodded. 

‘To discuss it is to relive it. My villa is a Faraday cage and no, I was frank about not discussing work with you. I didn’t give you the exact reason.’ 

I asked for another cigarette. He offered it and then lit another for himself. My eyes fell on the lighter and he smiled. 

‘What we must discuss is where you stand. Or rather, sit.’ 

My eyelids were heavy. The curls of grey smoke rose from the end of the cigarette. It was fragile and beautiful before it dissipated. A beam of sunlight struck through the carafe, fracturing the light into a rainbow of colours. The world took a deep, slow breath and my thoughts slowed down to a crawl. 

‘You’ve drugged me.’ I said.

Intoxication mauled the words as they left my mouth. Mateo plucked the cigarette from my fingers and placed his hands over mine. 

‘Cara Mia, you cannot choose between your heart and your duty. It is enthralling to practice tradecraft and strategy in matters of the heart. I honour our arrangement.’ he said. 

His voice was soft, gruff and melancholic as someone took my arms and helped me out of the chair as my legs went out from under me. 

4.

My tongue was a bloated slug in the cave of my mouth. Sunlight whipped across my eyes. I brought my hand up, felt the give of the lounger beneath me and sat up. The sea was blue, elegant and primal as I heard the crash of the waves. I stood up, saw I was on a platform overlooking the South Pacific, and turned to look at the villa. 

It was elegant,  with white adobe walls and warm wood beneath my feet. A small table had a carafe of ice water, a glass wrapped in a napkin and a small padded envelope. I looked down at myself, still wearing my clothes from the morning. I poured a glass of water and opened the envelope. A single sheet of paper, my phone and a small envelope. I unfolded the paper and read the note. 

You have a choice. 

Your phone is as you left it. If you switch it on, you will reconnect with your team and involve yourself in the outcome. By the time you read this, they have decided things, one way or the other, but it is your choice. I would not stop you from leaving. 

My other suggestion is in the second envelope.  

Neither of these choices is simple. You will see when you open the second envelope. 

There were other choices, but my heart spoke its truth, and so I give you space to consider how you would like to spend the rest of your life. 

Mateo.

I  turned the second envelope over. It was thick, and I felt a blunt edge at the ball of my thumb before I set it down. My phone sat there, its black screen capturing the planes of my face, like it were something emerging from the void, pale and sculpted. 

It was a passport, proof of citizenship, with my name and face. A credit card, in my name and a ring made from tropical wood, finished to a high shine. 

This is how I will deal with you. 

I looked out towards the ocean, playing with the ring but unable to avoid glancing at the phone. My head throbbed with the aftereffects of the sedative, but the dilemma had dug claws into my scalp. 

He knew everything and spared me. I knew anyone else in the field would not be so fortunate. The militia were gathering eight miles from here, and as I picked up the phone, I heard the sharp rush of missiles. 

I tossed the phone into the ocean. I had slipped the ring onto my finger and it rested there, rich and dark against the skin. A perfect fit, but it was no surprise. I watched the sea for a minute before the booming roar of artillery made me go inside. 

It was cool and dark inside. There was the click of the front door and I closed my eyes when Mateo said my name. 

‘No, not anymore.’ I said. 

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My Books

My hope is you’ve enjoyed the stories and poems here and you’re interested in more of my work.

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My first book

As Dahlia Bliss

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My Books

If you’re looking for where you can read my books, here are the links. I value your support and in return you’ll get stories which will entertain and engage you as a reader. If you’re a reviewer, get in touch and I will be happy to offer a copy of these in exchange for a review across the internet.

My first book

As Dahlia Bliss

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books erotica women writing

My Books

If you’re looking for where you can read my books, here are the links. I value your support and in return you’ll get stories which will entertain and engage you as a reader.

My first book

As Dahlia Bliss

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writing erotic writing women lust fiction romance

Nothing Keeps Me Anywhere by Dahlia Bliss – Chapter 10 – 13. (NSFW)

Start here: https://mbblissett.com/2020/05/11/nothing-keeps-me-anywhere-by-dahlia-bliss/

If you’ve enjoyed these, then please look out for the ebook edition, coming soon.

CHAPTER 10

The lights went out and the roar that came to replace it made my ears ring and my heart pound in my chest.

Jennifer, the contender, came out first, rolling her shoulders as she got between the ropes. Cornrowed hair, the sheen of sweat and petroleum jelly and her mouth looked canine from the size of the gumshield. The lights threw her eyes into shadow as she bounced as she moved around the ring.

Andrea shook out her arms and then bowed to Jennifer before she went to her corner again.Jennifer strode forward as she swung punches but Andrea skipped backwards and brought her left leg up. She swung her shin into Jennifer’s left thigh and the smack cut through the roar with the force of the impact.

Jennifer came in, Andrea checked each advance with a kick to the left leg. Each time Jennifer would be a little slower, bitten by each blow until they flushed her left thigh with blood. A black bruise was visible above the knee, a slowly spreading stain that was poisoning her will to dominate.

The crowd did not seem to get the subtlety. Andrea saw nothing beyond the woman in front of her.

Then the bell rang and they returned to their corners.

Jennifer limped and Andrea walked.

Jennifer went into a takedown attempt and Andrea leapt to one side before she snapped out her left foot so it punched into her ribs as she landed on the canvas. Jennifer got to her feet and clutched her side before she came at Andrea again. Andrea did not move, but she brought her hands out and pulled her into a clinch.

As she clutched at her, Andrea threw her knees up, pumping them against Gennifer’s thighs and midsection. Jennifer struggled against her grip, but Andrea pulled her forward as she kept her off balance. The crowd howled around me as Gennifer fell over. Andrea followed her down, using her left hand to keep connected whilst she threw short, hard punches wherever she could land them.

Andrea positioned herself so she straddled Jennifer and threw punches until the referee pulled her away as she howled with her victory.. Her corner came out and lifted her up as Jennifer laid there, whilst the medical staff looked at her. She raised her shoulders off the canvas as she looked around in disbelief. Her face was purple and swollen and something glazed her eyes over with concussion and defeat.

Andrea glowed as she stood there, already surrounded by well-wishers as the announcer called out her name.

A woman came out, red hair and a lean, athletic came out, grimacing as she folded her arms around her chest.

‘She didn’t think you’d come.’

She looked pretty and tough, in a black sweatshirt and jeans.

‘I gave my word.’

She grimaced as she looked around.

‘She’s got someone here. She said she was sorry.’

I breathed through the disappointment that bloomed in me.

‘This is shitty. Fuck.’

My hand came up to interrupt her apology.

‘Tell her she fought well.’

I booked the room for two nights, but there was a flight I could catch.

My phone vibrated in my pocket. A cigarette tasted of self-pity, but the swim of nicotine felt pleasing to me as my thumb swiped across the screen to unlock it.

‘Don’t hang up.’

Her voice was bright and thin.

‘You could have told me.’.

She gave a heavy sigh as I took a deep drag of the cigarette. It suited my mood to feel the burn in my chest.

‘I wasn’t expecting you to fly out from England. I mean, come on, who does that?’

‘I do.’

She swore underneath her breath.

‘Then you can’t expect me to swoon and accept it, can you?’

Her tone cut, and a laugh escaped me as her words stopped me in my tracks.

‘You’re neglecting to mention that you had a boyfriend, Andrea.’

She sighed as I came to a stop.

‘I wanted you, and that’s separate from the rest of my life.’

I blew out through my nostrils.

‘My radar for bullshit can be a touch oversensitive.’

I swallowed as I kept my voice level.

‘OK,’

I let the cigarette fall to the ground and crushed it beneath the heel of my shoe.

‘John, please.’ she said. ‘He’s not my boyfriend.’

She swallowed and her voice was soft with need.

‘I’ll come see you. In fact, fuck it, come back. We’re going on somewhere.’

My irritation welled up, forcing me to press my tongue to the roof of my mouth, but the earnest need of her drew my attention.

‘Am I to be the funny story of the evening, because I’d sooner go read than endure feeling like a spare prick at a wedding?’

She laughed, and despite everything, it brought a smile.

I chuckled.

‘You should have told me, Andrea.’

‘It’s complicated.’

She came out, smiling despite her injuries.

Her hand rested on my shoulder. She looked exhausted. The surrounding skin of her left eye was tender and Elizabeth’s punches had split her lower lip in the middle, but she still made my heart thump in my chest. An oversized sweatshirt and long shorts.

‘Your feelings weren’t my priority, John.’

‘It doesn’t matter. I said I would come. I have. Now I am going.’

She clutched my shoulder.

‘Please. Where are you staying?’

She tried to hide the grin that came when I told her.

‘Jesus. What room?’

The silence hung between us until she welcomed my smile with a grin on her face as she touched the backs of my hands. I gave her my room number.

‘ I will see you in the morning.’

A finger pointed to my cheek as my eyes bore into her.

‘Congratulations.’

She darted her head forward and kissed me on the lips.

‘Thank you. I never thought you’d come.’

My eyes moved from the centre behind her, then fell onto her face again.

‘I will see you later. You should enjoy tonight, you earned it.’

She brought her mouth to my ear.

‘Stay in bed. I won’t need to knock.’

She turned and walked back to the centre with a slight hitch in her left leg.

The cab driver was listening to talk radio, a barking monologue about the economy, and the fear in the DJ’s voice could have been mistaken for rage. It passed the time.

A shower, then a knock at the door with my order of steak and spinach with an enormous glass of red wine and a pot of coffee. A slice of pecan pie followed that and a healthy dollop of double cream, dusted with cinnamon and chili powder.

A few chapters of the book made my eyes burn beneath the covers, staring at the ceiling, everything slipped away.

CHAPTER 11

‘Hey.’

Her whisper was loud in the room’s darkness.

She lifted the covers away. Her skin was bare and chilly at her calves and warm on her tight, lean thighs.

She squeezed me between her thighs. She ran her fingers over my scalp as she pulled back.My hands rested on her hips, but she stopped me and pushed me to the sheets.

She leaned back and whispered again.

‘I want you to throw me around. I want you to make me yours again.’

My hands found her wrists as she whimpered. She carried the scent of clean sweat and beneath that, arnica and lime blending together with her own musk to create something narcotic to me.

‘Get on your knees.’

. She laughed and reared back, which made me pull her down harder towards me.

‘Do as you’re told.’

She laughed again and pulled back with ease.

‘Make me, sir.’

My right hand shot up and my fingers closed around her throat.  She whimpered and stopped struggling.

‘Now, get on your knees.’

She gasped as my right hand reached to switch the lamp on.

Her hair was still in cornrows, and there was a livid bruise on her jaw and a slight cut over her left eyebrow. Her eyes shimmered as she looked at me. She ran her tongue over her lips, and the split on her bottom lip had opened up. She shook her head.

‘It’s ok, it doesn’t hurt like that.’

My right hand gripped her braids between my fingers.

‘Get on your hands and knees and keep your eyes closed,’

The belt came out of my luggage. I looped it around my hand and returned to the bed. I placed the belt beneath her nose.

‘Smell it.’

My voice sounded thick to my own ears as she pressed her nose against it and inhaled.

‘What are you going to do?’

I bent forward at the waist and whispered in her ear.

‘Punish you.’

She whimpered and went to pull away, but my grip on her was absolute and a shove pushed her face against the belt again.

‘Because the only ass I saw getting kicked in that fight wasn’t yours.’

She swore again and nodded her head quickly.

‘I’ve been so bad.’

Her right hand went between her legs. A gentle tap on her fingers made it retreat.

‘I decide when you do that.’

She nodded again and looked up at me with a beatific smile on her face.

‘That’s right, that’s why I came to you, sir.’

I smiled and pulled the belt away.

I let a foot of the belt hang from my fist. I swung it against her left buttock. She looked at me, her mouth hung open as she ran her tongue over her lips. She gave a choked grunt followed by a breathy sigh.

‘Too much?’

She laughed and shook her head.

‘Not enough.’

I brought the belt back and swung it down. She gasped and she grinned with pleasure.

‘Sir, can I touch myself?’

A nod was all the permission she needed. She lowered her shoulders to the bed and parted her thighs. She whisked her fingers in a cautious semi-circle around her clit before she found where she needed to be. It took only a few moments of knowing exploration. She shuddered and gave out a slight cry. Her hamstrings stood out against her skin as she arched her back. She settled down and rolled onto her back with her hand over her eyes, wiping away the tears as she smiled at me.

The belt fell from my fingers as we embraced on the bed.

‘I’m ok,’

She shifted down the bed and took me with her as she put her arm around me. She played with the hair on my back as we looked at one another.

She ran her hands down my back and cupped my backside as we kissed. She lifted herself, pushed her hips towards me, giving the gift of an awkward burst of friction that kept my erection urgent.

She pushed me onto my back. She touched my cock with her left hand as she smiled at it.

I looked at where her eyes had fallen as she gently rolled my cock between her fingers.

‘Thank you.’

I ran my tongue over my lips. My mouth was dry as she fixed me with a knowing, wanting look.

‘For what?’

‘It’s difficult to ask for the things you want. It grosses people out or they go too far with it.’

She bent forward and blew gently against the shaft.

‘I enjoy giving women what they want.’

Her fingers went to her mouth, and she licked them until they shone with saliva before she slid them around my shaft and changed her stroke, working my cock in a corkscrew motion.

‘What do you want?’

My eyes glanced down at my cock and she put me in her mouth. My head fell back as she took me in slowly. My erection throbbed as her lips and tongue fed the pressure that was pooling in my joints and muscles before she lifted her mouth away.

‘I want to feel you inside me.’

She took the condom from my fingers. She climbed on top of me as she went up into a squat as she guided me inside her. She was so hot and wet there that it felt like she breathed as she bore down on me.

It was slow for her as she rolled her hips around. She studied me as we found one another’s rhythms and she came quickly again. She arched her back and I felt the head of my cock press up against a point that made her eyes roll back in her head as she lost herself to the rhythm of her need.

Her body was a wonder to look upon, bruises and ink draped over muscle as she clutched at me. The lights were brighter; the shadows grew thicker with a force that came up from everything and she held onto me as she accepted all I offered her. The rush of my orgasm was pneumatic and her muscles clenched around me as every muscle charged and then sagged in the same moment.

 

 

CHAPTER 12

In sleep, her face had smoothed out into something softer and brighter as she laid there in the crook of my arm.

‘Good morning.’

A heavy blink. A smile. Her mouth was warm and soft against mine and her hair hung around her face in kinked waves from where she had undone the braids.

‘Good morning to you too.’ It was a little after nine. My arms came around her and she rubbed her nose against mine. My palm on her left buttock made her wince and she rolled onto her front for my inspection. There was an enormous round bruise that was spreading and blacken. My frown made her pat me on the cheek and wink at me.

‘No one will notice these.’

We wrapped ourselves around one another, but my hands were careful to avoid where the belt had left its mark.

She winked at me as she nuzzled my neck, which made me sigh with contentment.

‘Want to get some breakfast?’

She asked if we could stop at her place so she could change. She gestured to the pile of clothes on the floor and raised her eyebrows. We were tactile and attentive beneath the shower, working around the tender places on her skin.

Over breakfast, we talked about her situation.

I asked her when she hoped to fight full time and she shrugged smoothly as she frowned.

‘I have to make rent and eat.’ she said. ‘If you’ve any suggestions beyond having a job, then I would love to hear them.’

Thoughts turned over in my head until we were at her apartment. She changed and then came back out in a t-shirt and yoga pants that clung to her thighs and ass over engineer boots and a leather jacket. She had applied a splash of lipstick: coppery red and had run a brush through her hair.

CHAPTER 13

The diner was walking distance from her apartment, and when we walked in she waved to the old guy behind the counter and called him Costas. He grinned at her and we sat at the counter. She introduced me as her friend and told me that Costas made the best breakfast in the city. We shook hands. His palms were rough with calluses and his fingers were thick, tapering to points as he pressed my fingers in his. Andrea ordered for the both of us, speaking to Costas in stilted Greek as she pointed to the booth.

We sat there across from one another. The waitress brought over two cups of thick black coffee served in white china cups and set them down in front of us. Andrea smiled and thanked her in more of the Greek that she seemed, if not fluent, then practiced enough that they forgave her any mispronunciations she might have made.

‘So, why d’you ask about me fighting full time?’ she said.

A sip of my coffee and a sigh of appreciation at the taste was enough time to collect my thoughts. It was very strong, with enough caffeine that it made me shiver at the first sip.

‘Breakfast first, I can’t think straight when I’m hungry.’

She sat back against the chair as she shook her head.

‘It’s just that my radar for bullshit is a little sensitive, you know?’

My tongue ran over my lips as our eyes met.

‘OK,’

She leaned forward on her elbows as she brought the cup up again. Her eyes gleamed with curiosity, but she kept her face still as she drank her coffee. The coffee cup went back down onto the table and my fingers turned it around.

‘We can discuss it after breakfast. I’m just thinking aloud, but wanted to run it by you first.’

She frowned at that. She put her hand out and rested it atop mine as she stroked between the knuckles of my left hand.

‘Sorry, I didn’t mean that. I’m not rejecting the idea completely,’

She bit her lower lip and we were both grateful when our breakfast arrived. Eggs, bacon, sausage, grits, and she came back with a plate of whole wheat toast. It smelled thick and greasy and delicious.

‘He stirs cheese into the grits. Costas ruins me for breakfasts now.’ she said.

She grinned as she picked up her cutlery and tucked in.

We made light conversation as we ate. She leaned forward as she rested on her elbows and cocked her head to one side.

‘I’d like to hear your proposal.’ she said.

I swallowed a mouthful of coffee.

‘I watch MMA, I roll around a little so I know that fighting isn’t easy on anyone.’ I said.

I ran my tongue over my lips before I continued.

‘We all have our limits. Same as anyone.’ she said.

She looked down at the table and her brow furrowed before she looked up.

‘I take it one fight at a time.’ she said. ‘I worry little beyond the next one.’

I leaned on my elbows as I set my cup down and looked deep into her eyes.

‘I’m not telling you to do any such thing. Just that I think you’ve got a shot at more than convention centres.’

She frowned again.

‘Be careful. You’re starting to piss me off here.’ she said.

I did not raise my hands; I continued to look at her without withdrawing my gaze.

‘I don’t know what your trainers are like, they looked after you out there and you won. I can’t and won’t argue with that.’

I took a sip before I continued.

‘I want to provide you with the means to move to fighting and training full time. I want nothing for it other than repayment on terms that we would agree to.’

She flushed and I could see that her jaw was twitching as she kept her nerves in check. Her eyes were bright, but she kept darting around the room.

‘What do you want?’ she said.

I examined her over the rim of the cup.

‘I want to help you succeed on your own terms.’

She looked at me.

‘There’s nothing wrong with working to pay the bills. Lots of people do it.’

I nodded in agreement as I put my hand across the table.

‘More people should.’

She put her hand over mine, the lightest touch before she settled it there.

‘I don’t think any less of myself for doing it.’ she said.

I put my other hand atop hers.

‘I want to help you. I’m not buying anything or anyone.’

She cocked her head to one side.

‘So it’s a loan, right?’

I nodded and kept my hand on top of hers.

‘An investment and you can pay me back if it makes you feel better.’

She turned her hand over in mine.

I shrugged. It had stung, but it came to me I was as much relieved as regretful. I looked away because I was afraid that she might see it.

‘It’s done now.’

The waitress came over and refilled our cups before she took the plates from us. I smiled and said that the breakfast was exquisite. She blushed and looked at Andrea before she returned to me.

‘You didn’t come all this way for the food,’ she said.

She gave a wink before she exchanged another look with Andrea and then returned to the kitchen. I checked her out, and I felt Andrea’s hand tap mine lightly. I looked at her and started laughing.

She blew across the surface of her coffee as she looked at me carefully. We did not speak for a time as she tried to extricate something that she had between her teeth without me seeing her.

When I looked up, she was taking a sip of coffee, swallowing whatever was there.

‘What are your plans?’ I said.

She almost caught the wince.

‘Sleep.’ she said.

She looked away as she swallowed.

‘I thought you might have already.’ I said.

She shook her head slowly.

‘I was up from the fight.’ she said.

‘Plus I was thinking about you.’

I felt my cheeks grow warm as I drank my coffee. I swallowed, then lowered the cup to the table.

‘Thank you.’ I said.

I reached for my wallet. She shook her head.

‘No, I won last night. I’m always good for breakfast, John,’ she said.

She looked into her wallet and I watched her face.

It would be a cheque. It allows the promoter to post a profit for the accountants before they paid out.  I got up and paid Costas at the counter. He winked at me, gave a brief nod and then took an order from the couple next to me.

She blushed as she got up.

‘Did you want to watch me sleep?’ she said.

I smiled as I watched her eyes gleam.

‘We could hang out.’ she said.

She glanced down again. My right hand touched hers.

‘We could,’

She took my hand as we left. The sun was shining as we went outside and I shut my eyes against the light as we turned the corner and started walking.

Chapter 14

She sent a message from her phone as we stood in the hallway. She put it away, then leaned up to kiss me again. She groaned as she reached up and took the material of my shirt in her hands as she lowered her head.

‘You’d fuck me again if I wanted you to, wouldn’t you?’

I smoothed my hands up her sides.

She touched my face.

She changed into an oversized t-shirt with her legs bare, pale beneath the bruising, but I still enjoyed how the muscles played with each step. She had brushed out her hair then laid down next to me, on her back as we shifted down the futon so that my face was level with hers.

She giggled as she looked at me.

‘What’s the joke?’

She rolled onto her side as she gave a gentle smile and kissed me on the forehead.

‘This feels scarier than when you were hitting me with a belt.’

I touched her face as she smiled at me.

‘Let’s get some sleep.’

Her face relaxed by degrees as her breathing softened and deepened. We fell asleep in one another’s arms.

CHAPTER 15

It was about two in the afternoon that we awoke.

From sleep, it is a gradual process for us, but we found one another with our eyes closed. She rolled over and then her breath was at my cheek and her hand on my shoulder. Our skins were warm and the tang of our scent hung between us, blended and refined into something new.

Her kisses were sweet and we slipped around one another, her left thigh went over mine. My hand went under the hem of her t-shirt as my fingers brushed the skin over her hip. She murmured something as we turned our heads, trying out kisses from fresh angles until we found an angle that suited us both. Her fingers were in the hair on my chest and we lost ourselves in that state of quiet pleasure.

Her left thigh went higher on my hip as she tilted her pelvis towards me and the warmth of her pussy through her underwear felt like triumph against my thigh. I moved my right hand up and she winced when my fingers went over a point on her ribcage, but my touch had other places to go. She stroked my nipples before she touched the bars. My gasp made her stop.

She chuckled and took the bars between her fingers as she tugged at them lightly. I grunted as she darted her head forward and kissed me on the mouth again.

She kissed me again and my thoughts flew apart as she dragged her mouth over my cheek and then down the line of my neck.With an easy strength she used her left leg to roll herself on top of me.Pinned to the futon beneath her; she brought her hands up to my face and grinned.

‘Fuck, you’re gorgeous.’ she said.

She burst out laughing as she came in to kiss me again. She ground her hips against my crotch as she found my erection and moved against it. My hands rested on her hips as she ran her index finger over my lips.

‘How long have I got you?’

‘36 hours,’

She brushed her hair away from her face as she slid herself along the length of my cock.

‘I will not ask what it cost you to come see me.’

My wink made her move her hips in idle circles.

‘Is this you trying to persuade me to tell you?’

She shook her head slowly as she dipped her hips and her lips slightly through the crotch of her underwear. She gave a lazy grin and arched her back as my hands moved up under her t-shirt and she moved her hands to swat mine away.

‘You’ve had your turn.’

She lifted her t-shirt off and tossed it behind her.

The friction had given me an erection that ached to be free to play between her thighs. My fingers smoothed over her breasts and traced over her nipples, then pinched them between my thumb and forefinger. I drifted, committed every touch to memory until she leaned forward again.

She shut her eyes as she kissed me slowly. She took her time as her tongue and lips slipped over mine. She rubbed her nose against mine and she sighed as she danced against me. She trembled and she put her mouth against my ear.

‘I’m so fucking wet.’

I let my fingertips brush against the damp curls of her pubic hair and let them mingle in the moist heat of her pussy.

My index finger downwards between her lips and felt her suck my finger inside. She gasped and pushed against them.

‘Your. Fucking. Hands.’

Her eyelids fluttered and she rode my fingers for a moment.

‘My. Fucking. Hands. What?’

She hissed at me to shut up and I smiled as I kept my fingers still.

‘I will squirt all over your fingers.’ she said.

She clamped her thighs together and breathed in heavily. She restricted the motions of her hips to light stabs as she went away from everything but my touch.

She glowed with the effort; the perspiration beaded on her forehead as she leaned into it and put her hands either side of my head. She bit her lip and the look on her face made me want to come before I had even touched her.

The muscles in her face went slack as she rubbed herself, growing more urgent as each moment passed. She grew less gentle and her hands went up to my shoulders as she pressed her fingers into the meat of my shoulders.

She looked into my eyes as she drew my right hand between her legs. I used my fingers to open her and she shut her eyes as I found her clit and moved my fingers in a slow, petting motion that made her lean her head against my neck. She kissed along my neck as she took quick, excited breaths.

She groaned and she clung to me as she shuddered through to a state of bliss that made her press her face against the meat of my shoulder. Her cries vibrated through my bones and my fingers were soaked as she thrust herself against them. She jumped again, a series of slight shocks, and I pressed my palm against her pussy to ground her as she grew limp against me.

She chuckled with relief as she lifted her head and rubbed her face against mine.

She pulled back and looked at me as I brushed the hair back from her face with my left hand.

‘I’m glad I made the trip.’

She blushed and looked away as she shook her head.

‘Don’t.’

I brought her face to look at me again.

‘There’s nothing beyond the moment we’re in.’

She kissed me as she wrapped her left arm around me as her right hand circled around my cock.

‘I know you have to go. I should have said about – ‘

I shook my head as she stroked my cock.

‘No.’

I felt the blood pooling in my groin as I heard how rough and thick my voice sounded to my ears.

‘I’m over that. I expect nothing from you.’

She looked deep into my eyes as she considered me carefully. Her hand was still as she brought her left hand up to touch my face. She squeezed my cock with her fingers, which evoked a sigh of pleasure. Then she looked down and gave a wry smile.

She slid backwards as she lowered her head. Her lips wrapped around the head of my cock as her tongue laid over the head and then circled around it slowly. She sighed and the vibration of her mouth chased the thoughts out of my head with its power. It suspended me, an equal distance between vulnerability and power as each motion of her mouth built upon the last.

Every part of me reduced down to the warm power of her mouth. I gave into the authority of her mouth and surrendered with a roar as I struggled not to clutch at her. My pleasure wrenched through me as she gulped me down quickly.

She held me in her mouth until I had gone limp and then came back up to me as she swallowed whilst she looked into my eyes.

‘We have today and tonight, Andrea. What would you like to show me?’

She blushed as her eyes shone with anticipation. The smile she gave made my heart skip as she whispered her answer.

‘Everything.’

 

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Nothing Keeps Me Anywhere by Dahlia Bliss (NSFW) Chapters 7 – 9

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CHAPTER 7

‘I’d like to continue talking to you.’

She gave a pinched smile. Her arms wrapped around my middle. Our wet bodies fitted well together, and my fingers raked through her dripping hair.

We left the water only when we pruned.

We found one another during the hours before dawn again. My fingers stroked her to a gentle orgasm that made her cling to me and swear into the night air.

It was around six before she woke me with coffee. She had showered and was in her uniform. As she passed me the cup, she asked what was wrong.

‘It’s strange seeing you like that.’

She frowned as she blew over her coffee.

‘You should see me fight.’

I nodded.

‘When are you fighting?’

She shook her head as she took a long sip of her coffee.

‘Don’t. I like you, but don’t say things you don’t mean.’

My smile was a challenge to her.

‘Try me.’

She got out her phone.

She gave me the date and my expression remained unchanged.

‘What time?’

She shook her head.

‘You’re so full of shit.’

My smile widened as she frowned, unsure of how to read my intention.

‘Try me.’

She told me the time. There was space in my schedule and seeing her again appealed to me.

‘I want to hang out with you again.’

She grinned as she shook her head. I watched the colour come to her cheeks again.

‘You’re so, so full of shit.’

Then she turned and kissed me with her hand against my chest as she put her cup down.

She got a condom from the chest and came back to me as she reached beneath her skirt and tugged her underwear down her full thighs.

She looked at me, gave me a grin that made my cock throb with want.

‘I want to feel you real close before I have to take you back.’

She squatted over me as she reached between her legs and placed me inside her.She was already wet and we fucked through the tender soreness from last night. My fingers grabbed her hair, but she touched my face and shook her head.

‘Not in the uniform.’

Our orgasms made us close our eyes to one another and her fingers bit into my shoulders. The stolen urgency was rocket fuel to our nervous systems as we shuddered together. We were a languid, soft eyed knot of tangled underwear and tender flesh.

 

Chapter 8

She dropped me off outside the hotel before she drove around to the staff car park. Ben sauntered up the steps beside me. He had an affable grin and his t-shirt was inside out.

‘Good night?’

There were black circles of fatigue beneath his eyes. He nodded.

‘Is she working today?’

He nodded and then smirked at me.

‘I didn’t sleep.’

A clap on his shoulder and a grin made him stand up and smile at me.

‘A gentleman keeps it to himself.’

He nodded as he looked through the hotel. He rubbed his stomach and suggested breakfast.

Terry omitted the bruise at his temple as he sipped his coffee. A cold, hard stare and then he turned and made conversation with one student.

 

CHAPTER 9

My phone pinged with notifications that people had placed orders for the additional materials and courses.

‘Thought you’d LEFT.’

She brought me over coffee.

‘I’m in no hurry.’

She grinned.

‘It’s strange to look at you and not get to touch you.’

She shrugged as she shook her head.

Something came to her and she was about to speak when a customer caught her eye and she rolled her eyes for my benefit. A quiet glow of pleasure went through me as I scrawled a brief message on a napkin and folded it beneath the plate. Our eyes met across the room. She gave a slow wink before she carried on taking the order of the elderly couple who peered at the menu with a fragile intensity.

Packing was brief, resting my case on the undisturbed bed as the sunlight reflected off the water glass with the napkin still artfully arranged inside it.

Terry was arguing with the receptionist as I set the key card on the counter. He looked me up and down before he shook his head and returned to jabbing his index finger at the receptionist again. She had a resigned expression on her face and a pang of sympathy went through me.

‘Namaste.’ I said.

It’s amazing how even spiritual sentiment can sound like fuck you if you intend it accordingly.

With his left hand below the field of vision of the receptionist, he raised a hand.

‘John. A moment of your time,’ he said.

I shook my head again and walked outside.

He hurried towards me and as we stood outside; the cigarettes came out.

‘I didn’t really feel you were present with the guys this weekend.’

Inhaling the smoke as Andrea’s observations returned to me, then a brief nod to acknowledge the statement.

‘I’ve been refining things a little. Trying to make it less about me, and more about them.’

He winced and shook his head.

 

‘These manlets don’t pay to make it about them. We validate them, your -’ he pointed his index finger at me. ‘personal brand, my personal brand is what they pay for.’ he said

‘Then tell them to spend their money on a good pizza and a fleshlight if that’s really what you think.’ I said.

He smiled, but it did not reach his eyes as he sucked on the cigarette. He patted me on the shoulder and I bit back the flinch that came to me.

‘John, has the little tough girl got inside your head? Thought we’d trained that out of you?’

My eyes narrowed as I turned to face him.

‘Terry. I defend you to the hilt,’

He smirked and my hands balled into fists. Terry was tall and lean, with overlong grey hair and a beard so he could appropriate that fuckable swami look. A vision of his beard matted with his blood flashed before my eyes, but it passed before it seduced me.

‘John, all that matters is what you produce. You’re sleepwalking through this shit and it hurts all of us.’

My eyes narrowed.

‘You know her?’

His eyes widened and he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbed like a Yoyo.

‘Who?’

A slight crack in his voice.

‘So, did you fuck her or try to fuck her?’

He raised his eyebrows and clapped me on the shoulder again.

‘John, the problem with sleepwalking is that you’re never sure of where you might wake up. That attitude is a direct path to the land of wind and ghosts.’

My grimace at the casual, lazy appropriation he used did not sway him.

‘Hey.’ He grinned. ‘You’ll come back, no matter what barriers you put up.’

He lifted his arms to hug me, but my expression stopped him.

‘Namaste, Terry. See you soon,’

He lowered his arms and flicked his hair back as he nodded.

‘We will see, John. A lot can happen between one moment and the next.’

He walked back inside, the cigarette stub still lit where he had tossed it aside. With the heel of my shoe, I ground it out, finding a grim measure of satisfaction in it.

Sympathetic magic, but it occurred to me that sometimes you can confuse the heel and the cigarette.

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Nothing Keeps Me Anywhere by Dahlia Bliss Chapter 5 – 6. NSFW

CHAPTER 5
We had to crouch close to shower. My hand washed between her legs, but she told me with a shy smile she was still tender. She looked up at me with my cock in her left hand as she raised herself on her toes as she kissed me. I whispered that was enough, and the light danced across her eyes, making my heart thrum once again.
She made steak and eggs with a towel wrapped around her as she spoke about her next fight. Jennifer Edwards, from New Mexico and had come up with a record of four wins and one loss.
‘She’s a wrestler. And my ground game is awful.’
The fight was in six weeks; she was doing extra shifts at the hotel, training, eating and sleeping.
‘So I’m your guilty pleasure.’
She gave a terse laugh as she rolled her eyes.
‘Guilty over what?’
She flipped the steaks over.
‘There’s what, one hundred guys, I don’t know how many speakers, and you-’
She pointed the tongs to me.
‘-Are here. I don’t think either of us should feel guilty.’
She spun back around and reached for the eggs from the refrigerator.
‘I agree with you.’
I moved closer and my hands rested on her hips as she cooked.

She looked over her shoulder at me and grinned.
She dished everything up between us onto two plates and she found glasses. We ate on the floor.
The steak was tender and the eggs were vibrant with the simple addition of a pinch of sage.
She popped the last cube of her steak into her mouth and chewed.
‘Why do you put up with Terry?’
My mouth was full of chewed steak so a frown sufficed until a mouthful of water chased it down.
‘He’s been a mentor.’
She cocked her head to one side with brows drawn together, as she took a gulp of water.
‘Don’t you feel you’ve outgrown him?’
I held the last forkful of eggs before my lips as my eyes narrowed.
‘He looked out for me.’
That made her laugh.
‘Looks like he stopped but forgot to tell you. He looks like the type who’ll sucker punch a guy, you know?’
She jabbed her fork at me.
‘Loyalty is admirable, but it’s a two-way street.’
My fork went onto the plate and I folded my hands on my lap.
‘Yes, but he’s helped people. Including me,’
She sat back, resting on her arms and cocking her head to one side.
‘Sure but these guys are paying you to do what their dads should have done.’
I gave a brief nod before I continued.
‘A lot of dads aren’t doing the job they’re meant to.’
She bit her lip and looked away as she rubbed her palms over the towel across her thighs.
‘I’m sorry. That’s rude.’
I breathed in through my nose as my eyes shut for a moment. My temples throbbed as my fingers pinched the bridge of my nose. Then, my gaze lifted and a smile crossed my face as she waited for my reaction.
‘I don’t take offence.’
My smile reassured her.
‘I don’t care.’
Her eyes glowed as we moved towards one another.

CHAPTER 6
She reached to touch my cock, resting it in her palm before she squeezed. She circled her fingers around the head and rocked it back and forth. It swelled beneath her touch as she squeezed me.
‘That’s it, slut.’
She groaned and asked me to hold her throat a little tighter.
I gripped her neck and pulled her forward to kiss me.
She nipped my top lip, which drew out a grunt of pleasure.
‘Don’t do that, slut.’
She gasped as her fingers squeezed me.
‘What will you do?’
.She gave me a pleading look and my nod made her grin with elated surprise.
‘Would you spank me?’
She let the towel drop away. My cock throbbed at the sight of her firm ass.
The corners of her mouth flickered upwards.
‘We’ll see what you can manage.’
My fingers took her hair in my left hand, pulling it taut. My right hand came back and swung it downward. It was a good slap, one that tingled your palm as you hit. She gasped and then laughed, swearing underneath her breath as she nodded.
She dared me to do it again.
The next blow stung my palm
She laughed and pushed back against my hand.
‘I think you should use your fingers on me.’
She gasped as she looked into my eyes.
‘Please.’
Flexing my fingers took the ache out of my palm as she breathed through the sensation, flexing her thighs as she lifted her ass up higher.
‘Open your knees and put your shoulders to the floor.’
Her mouth hung open as her chest heaved with each breath as she looked at me. She lowered herself to the floor and my fingers parted her. She gasped again as my index finger slid forward and she pushed back. My palm turned towards the floor as she came forward, whimpering against my touch.
She pulsed against my fingers as they danced in small circles around her clit that made her gasp.
She broke the reverie to ask me to pull her hair again. She told me not to stop with my hand and lifted her hips to draw my fingers deeper. Her hair was damp and heavy in my hands as more of it wrapped around my fingers. She squeezed and the contraction sucked my fingers forward.
She lifted her head up and pushed back against me. Her eyes were closed and her mouth had gone slack. She moaned and her pussy flooded with her arousal and the spot beneath my fingers swelled.
‘I will come.’
She shuddered as her breath came in shorter bursts. She grew more restless as she bucked against my fingers.
When she lifted her head, her face had tightened into a mask of anticipation. She shuddered as she rode the pleasure was within her. Without that restraint; she moved with a power that challenged my authority over her. Her eyes rolled back in her skull and she gasped as she shook out the pleasure.
She collapsed against the futon with a sigh of contentment. She swore again, then laughed with relief as she rolled onto her back and sighed.
‘That was different.’ she said. ‘Thank you.’
She raked the damp hair away from her face as she looked at me.
She grinned as she got up and planted a small, soft kiss on my cheek.
She patted the futon beside her. She rolled onto her side and put her left hand on my abdomen as she stroked the fur on my stomach.
‘I will serve you now.’ she said.
She moved her hand up to stroke my left nipple again. She pushed the bar through the flesh and then pulled it back again. She grinned as she then moved to the right and repeated the gesture.
‘You’re quite a few firsts for me, tonight.’
I looked down at where she was playing with my nipples.
‘I’ve never tuned like a radio before.’
She looked shocked for a second, but then she saw my expression and laughed.
‘You’re such a dick.’
She brought her fingers up to my mouth and kissed them.
‘They get tender if you rub them too much.’
She chuckled again, and then she got up and my eyes closed. Her warm breath stirred the hair on my chest before her lips wrapped around my left nipple. She pushed the bar with her tongue. It was a pleasant sensation that made me bring my hand up to hold her hair again.
‘They’re fucking sexy.’
She took the condom and unwrapped it. She turned it over between the fingers of her left hand as her right hand circled the base of my cock.
She rolled it onto my cock with a swift, careful motion of her fingers.
She straddled me and took my cock in her hand as she guided it between her thighs. She dipped her hips to take me inside her. Her hands settled on my shoulders and she took me. She shut her eyes, trusting to the call of her body. The muscles in her stomach and hips flexed and strained as she swept and bobbed her hips in a descending circle as she teased out her arousal.
She became vocal as she reached her own orgasm.She drove her hips downward. My orgasm began in my hips and thighs, rising upwards to coil up my spine with each earnest thrust. She touched my face and her mouth twisted as she squeezed me.
Everything went white and a series of wrenching throbs made me lift my hips as she tilted her head back with her eyes shut as she gave a deep groan.
She sat there, her face closed to me as my senses returned. Her hands were warm on my shoulders and she took her left hand to rake her hair away from her face as she leaned forward.
‘You’re a regular Johnny on the spot.’
‘But I like it.’

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Nothing Keeps Me Anywhere – Chapter 3 – 4 by Dahlia Bliss

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CHAPTER 3

I took them through a warmup, got their energy flowing and told them they were to show unsentimental compassion and a sense of direction. No routine, just to hold a belief the same way that you would cup a candle flame to keep it from the wind.

Freddy just wanted to hang out. Jimmy never came back. Ben stood with me and we started talking to a group which included someone I recognised. Leaning over, I put my hand on his shoulder and whispered into his ear.

‘You’ve got to project your best self.’

The other woman from the coffee shop. I saw her before Ben did. With her hair down and the weary resignation of work lifted from her face, she smiled when she saw him and I let him walk towards her.

‘Wait, wasn’t this the…’

Turning around, there was Andrea, sipping from a tumbler as she looked at Ben. Then I caught her eye.

‘Hey.’

Ben blustered and the woman stepped forward as she raised her hands.

‘I never said he was an asshole.’

Andrea’s eyes settled on me. She smiled as I took a slight step forward. Her eyes widened, but she did not flinch even as I stood in front of her.

‘I’m the asshole here.’

She laughed and winked at me, brushing a lock of hair back behind her left ear.

‘It’s healthy that you admit it. It saves time later.’

Her friend shook her head and crossed her arms.

‘I’m sorry about her. She can be an asshole sometimes too.’

Andrea waved her off.

‘Hey, we’re all assholes,’ Ben said.

He gave a quick nod and I winked back.

Andrea came forward, her face softening as she punched him on the shoulder.

‘Sorry. Just fucking with you. Here for the seminar?’

He looked at me and I nodded. She leaned forward and told her name was Lizzie, before he nodded and smiled.

She flicked a glance to Andrea, who lifted her chin.

I turned to Andrea and she shook her head as she spoke to me.

‘Is this what I think it is?’

I leaned forward to explain what was going on and she swore under her breath as she shook her head and pointed past me.

‘It’s ok, we get them a few times a year.’

Terry played the wingman with a student. I asked her if she wanted to go somewhere so I could hear her. She looked at Lizzie, who was smiling and touching Ben on his upper arm as he spoke to her.

‘I think they’ll be all right without us.’

She cocked her head to one side and squinted at me.

‘You can vouch for him, right?’

He turned his head to flash a simple grin in my direction.

I told her he was decent. She leaned back and appraised him before turning back to me. Her eyes were dark and wet as she took a pull at her glass. She ran her lips over one another and my eyes wandered over the pulse in her throat and the lean sculpture of her shoulders.

Her expression made me feel heavy and thick.

‘How do you know all this?’

She shrugged her shoulders as she leaned forward and her breasts shifted beneath her vest. She let me watch as her mouth came to my ear.

‘Why do you care?’

My eyes flashed to Terry, who had turned to see me speaking to Andrea. My throat squeezed back the stab of frustration that came up. She turned her head and saw him. He shook his head, with his lips pressed together and his nostrils flaring before he turned to address the small group hanging on his every word.

‘You aren’t friends with him.’

I shook my head. But there were attendees around. Gossip is our enemy, in this business, as it strips respect and authority. Even he didn’t deserve that. She put her hand up as she nodded in recognition.

‘You’re being a class act about it. I get it.’

Nodding and thanking her as she gestured towards the bar, I didn’t want to draw his eye. But then, one of his students was at her right elbow as she turned around. He was short, but his eyes remained fixated upon her.

‘Your energy drew me.’

Andrea sighed, putting her hands up and rooting him to the spot with a hard glare.

‘Thank you. I don’t want to be rude.’

He squinted, but when he spoke, his voice was rich.

‘I get a sense that you’re carrying a lot of potential energy within you.’

She groaned, folding her arms across her chest

‘ We’re talking.’

His face remained in the same slack expression as he continued to work the routine, unable or unwilling to realise his pedestrian error.

‘Well, sort of talk to me now.’

She gave a cynical laugh. I winced as he glanced backwards to Terry.

Stepping forward, my right hand rose to his shoulder.

‘You’re being too stiff.’

He blinked before grinning at the pair of us and walking away.

She didn’t laugh, watching him dart back towards the group of students and Terry, who looked down at him as he gave feedback. Andrea turned around and urged me to the bar.

She ordered sparkling water and I had a single malt as we watched Ben and Lizzie chatting. They were mirroring one another.

‘Does this ever strike you as creepy, John?’

My eyes settled back on her.

‘Who else shows men how to socialise?‘

She winced, shaking her head.

‘Is that what it is?’

Looking away from me, she took a drink and groaned.

‘Things like these treat women as test subjects.’

A small sip of the whisky warmed my throat as I considered her words.

‘It’s the men here who are the test subjects. It’s when they don’t learn how to do this that the problems start.’

She grimaced again, leaning against the bar and blowing the hair out of her eyes.

As my glass rested against my lips, I studied her over the rim.

‘I doubt you’ve ever been a target in your life.’

She rolled her eyes.

‘You’re a regular johnny on the spot, aren’t you?’

My smile remained in place.

‘Smooth talker.’

My lips curled into an affable grin.

‘I’m just present.’

She smirked and took a swallow of her drink.

‘I’m not saying I don’t like it though.’

She looked over her shoulder.

‘These guys need supervision?’

My eyes found Ben, the others were out of sight, and as he looked between the two of us, he broke into a wide grin before turning back to Lizzie.

Shaking my head, I asked what she had in mind. She said she didn’t live far.

CHAPTER 4

The streets were full, but she navigated the crowds, pulling me further from the bar. My phone rang, but it was Terry, so I did not answer it. She turned around, gesturing to my pocket.

‘Do you need to get that?’

I shook my head and smiled, stepping closer to let someone pass. As she fished into the pocket of her jeans for her keys, my lips formed the excuse that it was work, and I was not at work. She smiled and shrugged..

‘It’s cool.’

She took the stairs to her apartment on the second floor two at a time. I took the stairs, to watch the firm sway of her as she unlocked the door and bounced inside.

The door caught the flat of my hand as I stepped through, sending an echo through the space. She had stripped and stained the floorboards and there were only a few pictures on the wall, black and white glossy photographs of physiques shining with perspiration.

She pulled a well used French press from the drying rack, measured out the grounds into the carafe, and boiled water in an electric kettle. She stirred the coffee and set it aside to brew as she got out two mugs and set them between us with economic gestures.

She plunged and poured the rich smelling liquid as I asked if she’d studied the career I’d chosen and she chuckled under her breath.

‘We like guys who are men asking us out.’

I narrowed my eyes, but I could not keep up the facade as I laughed at her words.

‘It’s difficult for most people, Andrea, unless you have it within yourself.’

She passed me my coffee; her knuckles brushing against my fingers. Our eyes met and she took a step backwards as she picked up her own cup and gestured behind me. Stepping past me, her hip bumped mine and again, we looked at one another.

She unfolded a rolled futon as the rest of the room stole my attention.

There were books on shelves and a heavy bag bolted to the ceiling. Beneath that, a swiss ball and a rolled up mat. She sat down and brought her knees up to her chest, crossing her ankles.

Tilting her head back to look up at me, she asked me to take off my shoes before I sat down across from her.

‘So, do you only train here?’

She shook her head. No one else paid her rent. She fought four times a year now, but the sponsor only covered the gym and her equipment. Good pads and driving to fights ate up the rest. So she did shifts at the hotel and trained.  Her world was small and pure. She puzzled at that with a wobble of her head.

‘You’re working with an asshole, though.’

I chuckled at that and gestured to her.

‘That would be your opinion.’

She grimaced and waved me off.

‘He’s a fucking asshole. I know assholes and he’s one of them.’

My hands came together.

‘I recognise that.’

She leaned against the doorway, her forehead furrowed as she appraised me.

‘It’s not as fun as it used to be.’

She looked around the room.

‘Name one thing that is.’

A sigh of relief escaped me as the muscles in my jaw unclenched. There was the release that came from demonstrating a candid authority onstage, done so often that it was mechanical, and then there were these moments.

‘I’ve been doing this awhile. I can tell you how it’s developed,’

She gave a slight smile. Her eyes fell to the watch on my wrist and the buffed shine on my wingtips.

‘I cared about the work rather than the result. Money wasn’t the thing for me, it sits in my bank, sometimes I spend it or I don’t.’

A pang of regret stabbed at my insides, but the unburdening was a wonderful feeling.

‘Even that’s faded. I’ve helped many people, and now it’s all starting to feel as it did when I was helping CEOs not feel too guilty about laying people off to make the stock prices jump two fucking points. I can do it, but I don’t feel it. Not anymore.’

My tongue ran across my teeth, the release of speaking my truth made my hands shake so they came together, palm to palm as the energy of it surged through me.

‘I want to captain my ship rather than help other people sail theirs.’

She was silent, but feeling filled her eyes with empathy as she nodded.

‘I know where I’m trying to get to.’

She brought her hand to the back of her neck. Her eyes flickered towards me as I asked where that was.

‘Fighting,’.

I looked at her.

‘Is it just you?’

She shook her head as she smirked, keeping her hand to the back of her neck and leaning forward. Her fingers found the right spot of muscle and she smiled with relief.

She continued to move her fingertips against the ridge of muscle in her neck.

I laughed and told her about the trapped nerve I’d caught helping someone with a mobility scooter stuck on a travelator.

‘We all have pain,’ she said.

‘Can I help?’

She shrugged and said sure as she got onto her knees and came forward. I rolled up my sleeves and stretched out my fingers.

My heartbeat drummed in my ears as my fingertips smoothed over her neck and shoulders.

Black script that resembled a mandala covered her upper back. It was mesmerising, dense with detail that begged for my attention.

‘It’s a magic tattoo.’

My fingers slipped the hem of her vest up so I could see the entire tattoo. There was a set of simian features amidst a dense crop of black spirals that spread outwards.

‘Hanuman,’ I said.

She turned her head and her grin made my heart flip in my chest.

‘See, that’s it.’

Her voice was breathy as she brushed a lock of hair behind her ear.

‘That’s what?’

‘You know.’

She pressed back against me. My hands wandered back up her neck, as my mouth went dry with lust at the play of her muscles beneath her skin. She whimpered when my fingers found the right spot on her neck. Then she sat up as she squared her shoulders..

‘You’ve done this before.’

She pushed herself back, closer to me.

‘I might have.’

She laughed as she lowered her chin to her chest and brushed her hair upwards.

‘You’re stronger than you look.’

My fingers danced down over her ribs, making her shiver and sigh. The skin on her arms prickled with gooseflesh and my mouth came to her ear, my lips brushing against her earlobe.

‘You have no fucking idea.’

She brought her head up and turned to one side, sticking her tongue out at me.

‘Yeah, right? Those are show muscles, I bet. Lots of arm curls, so you can wear tight t-shirts at the club.’

A chuckle prompted my fingers to press into the meat of her shoulders, moving in small circles.

‘You bloody watched me.’

She laughed again.

‘I did.’

There was a light in her eyes and a tough grin that made my cock stir. My hands smoothed up either side of her neck and my right hand cupped her chin. She turned around a little as my mouth came to her ear.

‘I get the sense that you want to ask me for something.’

She nodded, licking her lips.

‘I needed to make sure you weren’t a dick.’

My chuckle made her shiver.

‘Well, not a total dick.’

My lips brushed against the top of her ear.

‘Just enough of one.’

She sighed and gave a short, delighted laugh. She shut her eyes and shook her head.

‘It’s that fucking accent. I swear.’

My heartbeat thumped in my head.

‘Just the accent?’

She shut her eyes for a second before she looked at me. Her expression; open and dark.

‘I could massage your ego here, John, but that’s not what I want.’

‘Tell me.’

She looked at my hands, over my chest, settling on my face.

She shut her eyes.

‘I want you to take charge.’

‘What’s your safe word?’

She grinned and leaned forward, lobbed a lazy punch on my left shoulder as she bit her lip.

‘Hanuman.’

My fingers wrapped around her hair and pulled hard, which made her eyes fly open.

There were eager stabs of her lips and tongue against mine before she found my nipples and the concern made itself felt in the slight twitch of her mouth. Her fingers caressed my chest. My teeth bit into her lip. She groaned. My grip on her hair forced her head back as my lips trailed down her neck. My nose filled with the subtle tang of her musk and my right hand rested on her hip.

She swallowed as she shifted and pushed her crotch against me.

She exhaled through her nose, biting her lower lip.

‘There’s only one way you will make me stay still.’

My grip on her hair tightened.

‘I can think of one.’

She gasped, pulling her hand over mine.

‘Harder, please.’

She breathed in sharp little bursts.

She laid down and raised her chin.

‘Unzip yourself. I want to see your pussy.’

My voice sounded dark and low to my ears and her mouth twisted with pleasure.

My palm pressed against her collarbone and she laid down, her eyes glowing with desire

‘You will come all over my fingers, do you understand?’

She nodded as much as she could against my hand.

She undid her jeans with unsteady fingers.

‘Pull them down. Now.’

She went to shake her head, but a tug of her hair and her eyes glazed over with delight. She lifted her hips and slipped her jeans down her legs, kicking them off.

I wrapped the length of her hair around my hand, yanking it once more. She swore as she grinned.

‘What about my underwear?’

My gaze fell, then wandered up to her eyes again.

‘Take them down but not off.’

She sighed and pushed her panties down over her hips, revealing a slight line of stars that ran across her pelvis and a pattern of Fleur Des Lys at the top of her right thigh. My fingertips stroked across the thin scrub of ebony hair above her pussy and she sighed.

One finger slipped down and forward, plunging into the wet warmth of her. She pushed against me and my grip tightened as I pulled it back. The tip of my index finger whispered against her clit. She made a soft choking cry that sent a shiver up my spine.

The tender flesh of her pussy was slick with her pleasure. She arched against my hand. Her thighs fluttered with tension. She whimpered as her eyes squeezed shut and her hands clutched against the futon.

Her breathing came in ragged blasts, and her skin was hot and damp where it touched mine. Her face was tight and shut to me as she pumped her hips in rapid succession before she cried out and her eyes snapped open.

She clamped her hand over my wrist and shook her head before she collapsed back against the mattress. She let out a deep sigh and my right hand drew away from her pussy. My fingers were damp and I flexed them to ease the cramp that had pooled in my wrist.

She looked into my eyes and brought her hand to rest over my grip, loosening in her hair. She blinked, licked her lips and grinned at me. Then she swallowed as she tilted her head back to gaze at me.

I undressed with care, making theatre with my intention. Her chest rose and her cheeks flushed with heat as her tongue ran over her lips, her eyes drawing up and down my body.

‘That’s interesting.’

She chuckled and shook her head at my frown.

‘No, you’re uncut,’ she said. ‘I’ve not been with a guy who’s uncut before.’

My eyes fell to where my cock hung between my thighs, heavy with arousal. Then my hand returned to tangle into the back of her hair.

‘You will suck my uncut cock, Andrea.’

She whimpered as I forced her forward.

She stroked me, rolling my foreskin back as she sighed, her breath hot and moist on the tip.

She bucked against me, looking up at me, daring me until my grip on her hair tightened enough to make her wince.

Guiding my cock into her open mouth, her eager tongue swirled around the tip before her lips closed around it. An ache pooled in my hips and thighs.

As my hips thrust forward, she groaned and the hum of her mouth whipped my head back as the muscles around my cock contracted in small, rapid bursts of vibration.

She worked me with her mouth, eyes focussed on my expressions as she wrestled her tongue and lips around the head of my cock with a gusto that forced me deep into her throat. She wretched when the head hit the back of her throat and her eyes watered, but she didn’t pull away.

My orgasm was inevitable and as my cock pumped into her hot, gulping throat, she kept her nose pressed against my pubic hair.

She slipped my cock from between her lips. Her lips glistened with my cum as my hand stroked her cheek.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.  Something unchecked was in her eyes. It punched me in the heart.

She sat up and we kissed. The salty taste of me mingled with her saliva until it passed and we drew apart to catch our breath.

‘Are you hungry?’

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Nothing Keeps Me Anywhere by Dahlia Bliss

(Here is a preview of the next Dahlia Bliss book, Nothing Keeps Me Anywhere. Let me know what you think)

When a dating coach meets a waitress at a convention, sparks fly, but life throws many obstacles in their path towards love

CHAPTER 1
The jet lag meant my charm was running on fumes. Norwich. London. Dallas.
‘Are you with the convention?’
Her voice made me look up. Amused and challenging at the same time. The universe often challenged these small pockets of quiet contemplation. Sitting down and being quiet was a confrontation.
She cleaned the counter with a towel bunched into a ball of cloth. The raised knuckles on her right hand and the flex of lean muscle in her forearms caught my eye. Her green eyes peered at me with curiosity, highlighted by the spray of freckles across the bridge of her nose and the thick ebony hair trying to escape the tight grip of her hairband.
The distraction that she afforded was unmeasured. A restlessness dogged me, and even arriving a day before my part of the Better Men Project Seminar, keen to enjoy the atmosphere, did not ease it. It was more like arriving to give a terrible diagnosis.  Amusing.
‘I am.’
She sighed with something extra in it that made me smile. She shook her head and my eyes fell back to the page. The breadth and curve of her shoulders drew my attention again as she went back to the kitchen. Imagining the flex of muscle beneath her uniform distracted me further.
She returned with a fresh pot of coffee. There was a roll to her hips that made the muscles in my chest and neck hum with interest. A tautness in the midsection and thighs strained the skirt they made her to wear.
‘I wonder if you have more to offer on the subject.’
She chuckled as she refilled my cup. A scent carried from her skin to my nose, mingling with the coffee that she poured and the faint memory of peppermint on her breath when she spoke.
‘I do, but the hotel doesn’t encourage such blunt exchanges of opinions with its guests.’
Her eyes glanced upward, took me in as my stomach fluttered with anticipation.
She met my smile with a roll of her eyes.
‘So, you’re asking my permission or you’re being covert?.’
She wiped the table with a slow drag of the cloth, using it as a reason to stay there. The coffee was strong and it saturated my senses with each sip. My voice was soft, reflecting the playfulness that had stirred in me. No promises, no expectations, but a chance to have fun with someone. At least to make a single serving friend.
‘Are you allowed to sit down?’
She shook her head, lowering her eyes, but there was a challenge there. I pointed past her to the patio area and asked if I could smoke out there. She nodded as I stood up.
‘Come on, we can talk out there.’
She went to return the pot to the kitchen as I went outside.
Her footsteps scuffed along the concrete as I lit up and she came outside to stand beside me.Up close, there was the warm bouquet of her skin, green tea and cinnamon. She took the cigarette, then she lit it, her hands touching mine so, but the song of her touch made something shift in me.
Callused skin on her elbows, ashen against the black ink of her tattoos. Punches raised her knuckles, strength in her forearms. The worked out body that came from using it, moving it in a way that tested you. Each look was a challenge, sometimes playful, sometimes serious. My finger drew up to point them out to her.
‘That doesn’t come from wiping tables. The elbows, too. What is it, Muay Thai?’
The corners of her mouth twitched as she brought the cigarette to her mouth and took a shallow drag.
‘You think you’re smart, don’t you?’
I shook my head as I turned to face her.
‘I could pretend to be stupid, but it wouldn’t make you feel better. When’s your next fight or do you take a class?.’
She tilted her head to her left and narrowed her eyes.
‘Eight weeks.’
I leaned forward and held the cigarette down by my side as I whispered to her.
‘What did you want to say to me earlier?’
She squared her shoulders and darted her eyes away from me.
‘I would go off on you about the men’s rights movement, but it seems kinda rude now.’
A last drag and a raise of my eyebrow.
‘If I’m offended, that’s my choice not yours.’
She looked behind her and swore beneath her breath. She asked if we could continue our chat later.
I let her enjoyed watching how she moved. The customers were wearing the passes of attendees. Returning to my table, my cup still sat on the saucer and when I picked it up. The sound of men offered hope. Part of me still missed it.
I watched their faces and saw them file out of the seminar as they reacted to the other waitress when she came over to wait on a small group of them. One attendee leaned forward and put his hand on top of hers. She flinched.
I walked over to them and asked them if they were here for the seminar.
One of them shook his head in a slow, mocking gesture as he glanced at the waitress with a pinched expression.
‘ It’s a conference about Excellence In Masculinity.’
I nodded as I took them all in. I could see their flushed faces and the way their chests rose. They lost these boys who had a measure of self-esteem back.
They always reminded me how much more drunk you would get if you stole from your parent’s liquor cabinet as opposed to when you were old enough to buy your own. I asked open questions, and when the waitress asked for their order, I put it on the card as I brought another chair over to their table.
As we sat there, I saw one of them refer to his tablet, exchanging tight glances with some others at the table. He held the tablet up, showing me the profile picture.
I nodded and the table’s demeanour changed. The man who had touched the waitress peeked back at her and smiled.
‘I’ve got  game.  Did you see me anchoring her?’ he said.
I gave a small nod and I looked at her as the waitress I had been speaking to refilled the coffeepot as she looked at me with a curious expression on her face.
‘I did, but you missed out there.’
He leaned forward, eyebrows drawn, keen for my insight as I sat up and put my shoulders back.
‘Don’t approach someone who’s at work, when it’s a customer service gig.’
He spluttered.
‘ Anchoring creates good associations ‘
I raised my hand.
‘Sure it is, if they’re free to choose not to interact with you. She’s at work, mate. That takes away her choice.’
He lowered his eyes and his lips moved against his teeth as he struggled to maintain his composure. I reached out and touched his right arm as I told him to look at me.
‘Let go of the need.’
He sat up, his eyes wide. I locked eyes with him.
‘What’s your dream for yourself?’
His eyes shifted up and left as he sat there. His friends were all focussed on my actions as I fixed my gaze on his face and kept my hand near his arm.
‘I want to start my business.’
I nodded.
‘What does that feel like for you?’
He spoke about how his dad ribbed him for college. I saw him wince when he mentioned it, and I touched his arm again.
‘You hold on to that, don’t you?’ I said. ‘Your dad’s disapproval.’
He nodded before I thumped the table, which made him jump as I told him to let go of it.
He blinked as he sat back in his chair.
The smile on the guy’s face was worth the approach. He reached out his hand and I took it, giving a light but firm handshake. His palms were damp and embarrassment flushed his face while his eyes were bright.
We continued to chat as they ate. Then as the waitress cleared the table, they asked if I would join them but I waved them off, explaining that I had been on a lengthy flight.
They went back in and I wished them well, returning to my table. The waitress came back over with a pot of coffee.
‘What did you do?’
She poured.
‘Managed their expectations, you could say.’
She looked back to where they had been, then returned her attention to me again. I noticed that she had applied some lip gloss.
‘I didn’t get your name.’
I raised an eyebrow.
‘John.’
She grinned, biting her lip as she finished pouring my coffee.
‘Andrea.’
She narrowed her eyes.
‘You went to say something to me earlier?’
Her face went red as she rocked back on her heels.
‘I had this entire thing prepared about how exploitative and aggressive the men’s movement is.’
I picked up my coffee cup and looked at her.
‘I’d like to hear it, Andrea.’
She shrugged, trying to hide her discomfort. I remained seated, and she was about to speak when I heard her colleague call her name. She gave me a regretful smirk before going over to her.
I returned to the book but kept glancing up at her, feeding a tension that made my muscles strain with arousal until I could no longer sit still. I stole one final glimpse before swallowing my desire and heading up to the peace of my room.
The quiet was very little solace. My limbs buzzed with caffeinated energy that I knew I would need to burn off. I changed into shorts and ventured down to the hotel gym.
I set the bar up on the squat rack and loaded plates onto either side. I wanted to feel the resistance, to get into my body so I could burn away the excess.
Slipping a towel around my neck and dipping beneath the bar, I balanced it between my shoulders as I pushed upwards from my heels and lifted it free of the rack. I took a careful step back as I felt the weight and kept my core tight, before bringing my butt down to my heels with a smooth exhalation of breath.
I grunted as I rose back up, driving from my heels to keep my form. At the top of the movement, I finished my breath, so it connected me to it, and then I repeated the action.
Six repetitions later, I stepped towards the rack and replaced the bar before walking around a bit to get the blood back into my legs and recover. When I went into my second set, I breathed through it. By the last repetition, I could feel the pressure of my body resisting. It was on unsteady legs that I finished the final rep. I took it back to the rack and my hands shook while I stripped off the plates.
I stood there stretching when Andrea walked past.
I smiled as she turned to look at me. She shook her head, grinning, then moved on through the hotel. I laughed before I resumed my stretching and then walked over to the chest press machine. I did two sets on my chest, though I would have preferred a dedicated bench, but I still got a good workout from it.
I went out for dinner, having come in a half day before I’d needed. A bookstore browse which turned into an hour long cup of coffee with a book. I found a small steakhouse where I ate at a corner table as I read and enjoyed a porterhouse, a baked potato and a glass of cabernet.  My cab pulled up outside the hotel. The attendees were meeting up for the evening.
One guy waved to me. I raised my hand, walking over to them.My legs were aching but I sucked in a deep breath as I went over.
‘How was the afternoon?’ I said.
He nodded and his friend reached his hand out.
‘Are you coming out?’
Looking past them, I saw that Terry was there, in a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He had the platinum bracelet on his wrist he’d shown off the last time we had worked together.
He called them names when the doors were closed. He saw me and I watched the corners of his mouth flicker downward before he came over.
‘Hey asshole.’
I smiled as I asked the guys about their day. Terry had already done his part, so tomorrow I knew I wasn’t working against anything. He still had the night to fire them up though, and he always put up his peacock feathers whenever we worked together. He had made the less palatable traits of his personality generate an income. He would still bitch about missed auditions when he was an actor who believed himself capable of playing over one part.
Terry looked at them, then at me.
‘The minibus will be ten minutes. There might be room.’
He corrected his posture and I saw his chest puff out a little. I shut my eyes and took a slight breath before I told him I would see him there.
I went with a black shirt and trousers, with polished boots.
When I came downstairs, I went straight out to the minibus. I sat next to the adolescent man I’d spoken with earlier, Ben and we talked more about his plans and dreams. He asked a lot of questions about England, which I obliged him until we hit the city centre, when nerves stole his attention.