Re: Pulse (M/L,Adult,AU) chpt 3 2/8/14
Posted: Sat Feb 08, 2014 6:55 pm
Eve
saori
Carolyn
lizza
thank you so much for your sweet fb
Chapter three
~ there is no wisdom in love, no warmth in it's callous grip, on our knees we fall to its demands begging for mercy ... mercy that will never come
Hell bent on keeping himself busy Max had been through all of the rides making sure they were all set for opening night.
Walking through the faded colored striped tents he checked the stakes making sure they were all securely anchored in the ground as darkness began to fall over the large field encased in miles of winding dense woods.
It wasn’t until he heard Missy’s voice that he held back hidden behind the safety of the orange and red stripped canvas.
Suddenly a provocative song drifted through the night air, soft and slow, a swaying hypnotic rhythmic beat used purposely for the act that Missy in her own right had perfected over the years.
In her thick Russian accent Missy began to speak instructing Liz in the art of seduction.
Max felt guilty watching the shadow of the Tall Russian move languidly back and forth in front of Liz teaching her the ways of the Snake Charmer that had been passed down throughout the generations of her family back in Moscow.
“You have to become one with the music, allowing it to possess you giving it permission to take you over, you must be able to put yourself in another place in time blocking out the audience completely so that it is only you, you and the snake.”
Max placed his hand unintentionally onto the tent hearing Liz gasp as the ten foot albino snake hissed as Missy lifted it from its tank.
“There is nothing to fear my dear little one, he will not hurt you, think of the snake as your lover giving him complete freedom to caress your body, to wrap around you as if you have him under your spell, I promise once you master the dance it will be the most erotic powerful feeling you will ever experience.”
Stepping silently away Max could barely think straight imaging Liz moving side by side with Missy.
Furious at himself for spying on her this way he began to feel the pull, the uncontrollable wave of rage as he peered up at the half moon.
Running fast towards his small trailer on the far edge of field away from everyone else he forcibly shoved open the door and collapsed on his bed trying with little effect to calm down.
Leaning over he braced his elbows on his knees taking long deep breaths before his eyes caught a book lying at the foot of his bed.
Reaching for the tattered worn cover he flipped through the pages till he settled on one particular poem that he hoped would calm him, releasing him at least momentarily from the grip of the night that would soon be upon him.
Letting his head fall back against the wall he held the loose fragile spine in his large gentle hand as his fingertips drifted over the words.
Allowing the book to fall to his lap he whispered out in raspy deep tones verses he knew by heart as his eyes slowly closed.
“She walks in beauty, like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies, and all that’s best of dark and bright meets in her aspect and her eyes. Thus mellow’d to that tender light which heaven to gaudy day denies – “
“Lord Byron, wow… I’m impressed, I have to say that’s the last thing I expected to hear coming from you, but then you are a man of few words… or is that just when you’re around me.”
Snapping open his eyes stunned as she stood before him he threw the book on the bed and stood nervously, his eyes darting back and forth around his trailer that no one besides Mikey had ever seen.
“Is there something you need?”
Bashfully backing up against the wall he couldn't help but take her in.
Her long raven hair was piled high upon her head in loose curls leaving her graceful neck and shoulders bare to his admiring gaze.
Wearing one of Missy’s old gypsy dresses that hung off her slender shoulders settling high above her knee Max was instantly captivated, his words stripped from his throat knowing there could be nothing worthy of description.
Her feet had been scrubbed clean as she wandered around the small space in black sandals that matched the midnight cotton embroidered thin dress that wafted in the air as she moved passed him.
Besides a small makeshift kitchen that contained a hotplate a large cooler and three shelves containing various cans of soups and beans that was layered with dust as though they hadn’t been touched in months his trailer was bare besides hundreds of books and candles.
They were everywhere, some on shelves most piled thigh high covering every available space except for beneath his bed where from what she could tell was where he kept his clothes.
Lazily she ran her finger along the author’s names one by one sometimes stopping to skim through one in particular that struck her fancy.
“My, my... Keats, Shelley, Shakespeare, Wordsworth, Frost … you are just full of surprises aren’t you Max.”
Feeling the heat of his intense embarrassment flush his handsome face he walked awkwardly towards the door holding it open for her.
“I don’t mean to be rude but I don’t feel comfortable having strangers in my home.”
Rolling her eyes as always in complete command over him she smiled a smile of secrets and determination making her way to his bed dismissing his blatant request for her to leave.
Leaning back with the palms of her hands pressed into his thin mattress she crossed her legs giving him a full view of her supple thighs as she edged her toe directing him to take a seat next to her.
“I don’t really see us as strangers, do you Max? I mean considering the fact that you saved my life an all, I would like to think that we can at least be thought of as friends.”
Closing the door Max leaned against the wall at the end of the bed closing his eyes as the moonlight poured in from a long narrow window directly across from him casting a luminous light across his expressive eyes.
He wanted nothing more than to know everything about her, he longed to hear her story, listen to her go on about her life and how she ended up on that highway. He knew there was so much more to her than her stunning beauty; she was educated, clever, bold in her opinions confident in her ways.
She was obviously raised in environment of culture and means. So why was she here, she was so much more than this, so much more than dancing for drunk middle aged scumbags who only looked upon her as an object to be used.
He yearned to know all of her, every last mesmerizing magnificent detail, but he knew it was too dangerous, he knew that fate in all its cruelty had given her to him without the possibly of ever having her.
He knew he had no choice.
“I think it’s best that we maintain a working relationship.”
Although she found his bashfulness extremely sexy it was beginning to wear on her, especially since she knew he felt the chemistry between them, it was undeniable like crackling waves of sexual energy passing through them whenever they were close.
Sighing with obvious frustration she figured she’d get right to the point, being a girl who didn’t mince words or was easily intimidated she stood up walking close, staring him down giving him no room to maneuver away from her.
“Fine, a working relationship it is, on two conditions.”
Rubbing the back of his neck anxiously he figured at that moment that he would agree to anything just to release him from the torture of having her so close.
“Two conditions… “He repeated defeated barely able to breathe.
Taking one hand she brought his fingertips to her parted pale lips brushing them gently back and forth as her heavily dark lined smoky eyes trapped him in her gaze.
“One, you must attend my first performance tomorrow night, and that means staying till the very end.”
Feeling his body begin to betray him he quickly breathed out hoping she would have mercy on him and speak her second condition.
Moving his hand along to cup her face as she leaned into his palm she dropped her voice and all the amusement that went along with it.
“Two, you explain to me what happened the night you saved me…. “
Dropping his hand from her warm skin she finally released him averting her eyes towards the blinking lights just outside his open door.
“Before I passed out you looked right at me, I had never seen anything like it in my life… your eyes they were glowing, like flames of a fire. You were fierce, beautiful; you held that man’s life in your hands. You could have crushed him like a bug, whatever you are... it is not human Max.
I want to know what you are… I need to know.”
Looking back at him as he shivered in her wake within the truth of her words she nodded as if they had made an unbreakable agreement.
“Tomorrow night, after my performance we will meet again and you will tell me everything.”
saori
Carolyn
lizza
thank you so much for your sweet fb
Chapter three
~ there is no wisdom in love, no warmth in it's callous grip, on our knees we fall to its demands begging for mercy ... mercy that will never come
Hell bent on keeping himself busy Max had been through all of the rides making sure they were all set for opening night.
Walking through the faded colored striped tents he checked the stakes making sure they were all securely anchored in the ground as darkness began to fall over the large field encased in miles of winding dense woods.
It wasn’t until he heard Missy’s voice that he held back hidden behind the safety of the orange and red stripped canvas.
Suddenly a provocative song drifted through the night air, soft and slow, a swaying hypnotic rhythmic beat used purposely for the act that Missy in her own right had perfected over the years.
In her thick Russian accent Missy began to speak instructing Liz in the art of seduction.
Max felt guilty watching the shadow of the Tall Russian move languidly back and forth in front of Liz teaching her the ways of the Snake Charmer that had been passed down throughout the generations of her family back in Moscow.
“You have to become one with the music, allowing it to possess you giving it permission to take you over, you must be able to put yourself in another place in time blocking out the audience completely so that it is only you, you and the snake.”
Max placed his hand unintentionally onto the tent hearing Liz gasp as the ten foot albino snake hissed as Missy lifted it from its tank.
“There is nothing to fear my dear little one, he will not hurt you, think of the snake as your lover giving him complete freedom to caress your body, to wrap around you as if you have him under your spell, I promise once you master the dance it will be the most erotic powerful feeling you will ever experience.”
Stepping silently away Max could barely think straight imaging Liz moving side by side with Missy.
Furious at himself for spying on her this way he began to feel the pull, the uncontrollable wave of rage as he peered up at the half moon.
Running fast towards his small trailer on the far edge of field away from everyone else he forcibly shoved open the door and collapsed on his bed trying with little effect to calm down.
Leaning over he braced his elbows on his knees taking long deep breaths before his eyes caught a book lying at the foot of his bed.
Reaching for the tattered worn cover he flipped through the pages till he settled on one particular poem that he hoped would calm him, releasing him at least momentarily from the grip of the night that would soon be upon him.
Letting his head fall back against the wall he held the loose fragile spine in his large gentle hand as his fingertips drifted over the words.
Allowing the book to fall to his lap he whispered out in raspy deep tones verses he knew by heart as his eyes slowly closed.
“She walks in beauty, like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies, and all that’s best of dark and bright meets in her aspect and her eyes. Thus mellow’d to that tender light which heaven to gaudy day denies – “
“Lord Byron, wow… I’m impressed, I have to say that’s the last thing I expected to hear coming from you, but then you are a man of few words… or is that just when you’re around me.”
Snapping open his eyes stunned as she stood before him he threw the book on the bed and stood nervously, his eyes darting back and forth around his trailer that no one besides Mikey had ever seen.
“Is there something you need?”
Bashfully backing up against the wall he couldn't help but take her in.
Her long raven hair was piled high upon her head in loose curls leaving her graceful neck and shoulders bare to his admiring gaze.
Wearing one of Missy’s old gypsy dresses that hung off her slender shoulders settling high above her knee Max was instantly captivated, his words stripped from his throat knowing there could be nothing worthy of description.
Her feet had been scrubbed clean as she wandered around the small space in black sandals that matched the midnight cotton embroidered thin dress that wafted in the air as she moved passed him.
Besides a small makeshift kitchen that contained a hotplate a large cooler and three shelves containing various cans of soups and beans that was layered with dust as though they hadn’t been touched in months his trailer was bare besides hundreds of books and candles.
They were everywhere, some on shelves most piled thigh high covering every available space except for beneath his bed where from what she could tell was where he kept his clothes.
Lazily she ran her finger along the author’s names one by one sometimes stopping to skim through one in particular that struck her fancy.
“My, my... Keats, Shelley, Shakespeare, Wordsworth, Frost … you are just full of surprises aren’t you Max.”
Feeling the heat of his intense embarrassment flush his handsome face he walked awkwardly towards the door holding it open for her.
“I don’t mean to be rude but I don’t feel comfortable having strangers in my home.”
Rolling her eyes as always in complete command over him she smiled a smile of secrets and determination making her way to his bed dismissing his blatant request for her to leave.
Leaning back with the palms of her hands pressed into his thin mattress she crossed her legs giving him a full view of her supple thighs as she edged her toe directing him to take a seat next to her.
“I don’t really see us as strangers, do you Max? I mean considering the fact that you saved my life an all, I would like to think that we can at least be thought of as friends.”
Closing the door Max leaned against the wall at the end of the bed closing his eyes as the moonlight poured in from a long narrow window directly across from him casting a luminous light across his expressive eyes.
He wanted nothing more than to know everything about her, he longed to hear her story, listen to her go on about her life and how she ended up on that highway. He knew there was so much more to her than her stunning beauty; she was educated, clever, bold in her opinions confident in her ways.
She was obviously raised in environment of culture and means. So why was she here, she was so much more than this, so much more than dancing for drunk middle aged scumbags who only looked upon her as an object to be used.
He yearned to know all of her, every last mesmerizing magnificent detail, but he knew it was too dangerous, he knew that fate in all its cruelty had given her to him without the possibly of ever having her.
He knew he had no choice.
“I think it’s best that we maintain a working relationship.”
Although she found his bashfulness extremely sexy it was beginning to wear on her, especially since she knew he felt the chemistry between them, it was undeniable like crackling waves of sexual energy passing through them whenever they were close.
Sighing with obvious frustration she figured she’d get right to the point, being a girl who didn’t mince words or was easily intimidated she stood up walking close, staring him down giving him no room to maneuver away from her.
“Fine, a working relationship it is, on two conditions.”
Rubbing the back of his neck anxiously he figured at that moment that he would agree to anything just to release him from the torture of having her so close.
“Two conditions… “He repeated defeated barely able to breathe.
Taking one hand she brought his fingertips to her parted pale lips brushing them gently back and forth as her heavily dark lined smoky eyes trapped him in her gaze.
“One, you must attend my first performance tomorrow night, and that means staying till the very end.”
Feeling his body begin to betray him he quickly breathed out hoping she would have mercy on him and speak her second condition.
Moving his hand along to cup her face as she leaned into his palm she dropped her voice and all the amusement that went along with it.
“Two, you explain to me what happened the night you saved me…. “
Dropping his hand from her warm skin she finally released him averting her eyes towards the blinking lights just outside his open door.
“Before I passed out you looked right at me, I had never seen anything like it in my life… your eyes they were glowing, like flames of a fire. You were fierce, beautiful; you held that man’s life in your hands. You could have crushed him like a bug, whatever you are... it is not human Max.
I want to know what you are… I need to know.”
Looking back at him as he shivered in her wake within the truth of her words she nodded as if they had made an unbreakable agreement.
“Tomorrow night, after my performance we will meet again and you will tell me everything.”