Fierce

Chapter One（2）

Alexa stood before me almost my height because of her 4 inch heels. Dressed in a silky light blue

blouse that buttoned. The shirt was snug, and it really accentuated her ample perky breasts. She had

nicely cut black Capri pants with a black patent belt that matched her black patent heels. Around her

neck was a silver heart pendant and a little silver key that naturally drew my eyes to her deep cleavage.

Her blond hair slightly longer than shoulder length and wavy framed her beautiful face. As I took a

moment to appreciate her amazing feminine charm, her subtle fragrance filled the air.

Once again, my body betrayed me as my mouth went renegade. In horror, I heard myself say “Oh My!”.

Alexa opened her eyes a little at my strange outburst and cocked an eyebrow expecting an Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

explanation. Her hip cocked forward, and a perfectly manicured hand went to it. Her other hand

absently began toying with a strand of her spun gold hair. I wanted to know who stole my body and was

making me act like a lovesick kindergartner the first day of school with an attractive teacher. Her stance

was so confident and sexy. I felt as if I was in the presence of a queen and I really felt I should kneel

before her. What was my problem I was always the smooth and cool operator? How did I lose my years

of masculine James Bond like attitude in just 5 minutes?

Alexa held me in her gaze for what seemed like an eternity as she also took a minute to appreciate my

figure and youthful good looks. She let a small smile crack her demeanor and moved her finger to her

lips and pursed them gently. I dared not open my mouth again for fear of another blunder. She saved

me any further indignities by stepping closer to me. Moving her hand from her lips she touched mine

gently. I felt a slight moisture from her lips and a host of ambitious butterflies erupted in my stomach.

My brain screamed, “she kissed me!” Before the ruckus of ambitious butterflies could escape my

mouth, Alexa ran her finger gently around my lips and her face narrowed in mock concentration.

“I normally don’t take little boys I meet in bars home, but I may just have to make an exception. You

really have a hot ass and I am guessing you might be hungry.” She moved her finger to the center of

my lips as a mom may do to hush her child. “Before you follow me out of here, know I don’t take no for

an answer and I get what I want. Are you ready for me to take you out of here?” Oh, my gosh I always

like to be witty and humorous but at this moment I was fighting every nerve of my being not to say or do

something silly, again. I desperately wanted to go with her and catch up. My stomach, although filled

with overactive insects, also seemed to have a gaping hole crying for food. I kept it simple. She moved

her hushing finger from my lips and invited my answer.

“Well, what is your answer?” She smiled a wicked smile, and I just blurted out, “Yes, please.” She said

“good” turned on her heels and took two steps before looking back at me. “James be a dear and grab

my purse,” and pointed vaguely towards the chair she vacated a few minutes before. “Ok”, was all I

could muster and turned to do as instructed. I immediately saw her purse hanging on a small silver

hook from the table. It was expensive looking, not large but black with silver adornments and a

shoulder strap. I grabbed the hook and the purse expecting to hand it to Alexa. When I turned around, I

saw that Alexa did not wait but continued to walk towards the door. Once again, my body betrayed me

as I found myself in a humiliating position.

I felt strange carrying a purse out of my favorite bar. Not only strange but self-conscious. I was certain

every guy in the place was pointing at me saying some derivation of look at that sissy. I wanted Alexa

to come and get her purse and remove this humiliation from me immediately. Then trying to get her

attention I blurted out “Hey!” Just a bit too loud. Alexa stopped, and that is when I realized all the guys

and many of the girls in the bar were not noticing me with a purse but Alexa’s elegant beauty. That all

changed as I blurted out “Hey,” as I mentioned, a bit too loud. She stopped and turned now about 12

steps ahead of me. I was walking towards her and the purse bumped my leg, making me lose my grip

on one handle. I was almost next to her now but all eyes in the bar were not just on her but also on me.

I held the purse out to her as I took those final steps to catch up with her. Not only could I feel the eyes

of every patron in the bar on us, but the bar fell into an eerie hush. I presented the purse to Alexa

hoping that all the semi familiar faces in the bar would go back to their conversation as my humiliation

faded with the reunion of purse and woman. Alexa cocked her head and reached for the shoulder

strap. Gently pulled it up and slid it over my shoulder to my horror.

Then she said a bit too loud, “Silly if you insist on carrying a purse you should carry it correctly, don’t

you think?” With that she turned on her heels and continued her elegant stroll to the exit. She seemed

oblivious to the bursts of laughter from seemingly every patron in the bar. My mouth fell open into a

perfect O and I turned a shade of red usually reserved for the fingernails of exotic dancers. I looked

slightly to my right and noticed a young lady sitting with some friends at a table nearby. She seemed

amused but sympathetic to my plight. She looked me right in the eyes and mouthed, “It really goes nice

with your outfit player!” Then she made a show of slapping her hip and moved her upper body acting as

if she were sashaying out of the bar purse at side. What the hell? I took her advice, placing my left

hand on my purse. Struck a pose and stepped boldly towards the door. I shook my ass exaggeratedly

swinging my hips to guffaws and uproarious laughter.

This was my first runway experience, and the runway seemed long. Closing on the exit, I could see

through the door that Alexa was watching the whole performance and enjoying it. She pulled the door

to allow my ass shaking performance to end as it began highly slutty and ridiculous! Just before my last

step, I lifted my foot as ladies did when kissing their men in generations gone by. Alexa stepped into my

spotlight and kissed my lips to complete the charade. The bar went wild as Alexa took my right hand,

allowing me to hold my purse with the left and pulled me out the door.

She pulled me into her embrace and slipped a hand down onto my ass. She was laughing and smiling;

I lost myself in her sparkling eyes for a beautiful moment. Alexa looked at me and said, “You really

know how to work a crowd. That was fun.” Before I could utter a word, she gave me a moist kiss on the

lips and asked, “What are you driving?” I pointed at my truck just to our right. “That’s my truck.” “Oh,

how big and macho.” She teased. “Whatever, it is just transportation.” I laughed. “OK, beautiful lady,

what are you driving?” “If you don’t mind, I need to get my keys out of your pretty purse, and I will show

you.” Alexa then removed the purse from my shoulder and placed the strap on her own. She dug into

the purse and removed a Chevy FOB.

I looked over the lot and tried to guess what model and color this playful, beautiful lady might be

driving. “Care to guess cutie?” She asked as I finished my scan of the lot. “Black Malibu, sporty and

practical,” I guessed. “My car is sporty, but some may say not so practical!” With that, she pointed the

FOB and gave it a click. A brand-new shiny Corvette chirped at its mistress’s summons. The lights

flashed, and I noticed it was a red Corvette convertible with black trim. “Nice!” I said making a smooth

gesture. “Beautiful car for a beautiful lady!” I finished. She winked.

I saw her sly smile as she was digging in her purse. She removed a lipstick and in a slow and

tantalizing manner applied a fresh coat to her plump inviting lips. Then she quickly replaced the lipstick

into her bag. With that she grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into her amazing body. Our heads

inclined to one another, and she kissed me again. When our lips met, I tasted her sweet lips and began

to swoon at her confident manner and playfulness. She moved one hand off my waist and put it behind

my neck. Gently she pulled my head in tighter towards hers. Her tongue insistently slipped into my

mouth and quickly explored it. Before I could really get wound up into her kiss, she ended it. She put

her mouth near my ear and whispered, “Follow me back to my place. Keep up if you can I promise we

will have fun!”

She gently shoved me away, not waiting for a response and sauntered to her Corvette. She got in and

her car roared to life. She was backing out before I realized I was gawking. I sprang into action. I

desperately wanted to keep up and have fun with her. Hopping into my truck, I fired it up. Backing it out

I glanced in my rearview mirror and saw that she pulled her favorite trick. She always liked to use her

lips to apply my lipstick! My lips were bright red. I just laughed and hurried so as not to lose her.