Yes! She did dare! The exhilaration of Mickey's open admiration for her… in contrast to Stan Brewster's earlier rejection, did something for her womanly ego.

'All right!' she agreed. 'I'll have one drink with you… if you really want me to!'

His eyes swept over her trim figure, from head to toe, liking what he saw and wondering: Does she dig what I want from her… or is she just a stupid, little cock-teaser? 'That's what I want!' he told her. 'And, I usually get what I want!'

She was startled for a moment. 'Oh I see… now you're the tough guy…'

'Yeah… that's it! Let's go!'

For an instant, she was frightened. He was so mercurial. One moment he was polite; the next he was a roughneck, and she doubted she should even go with him, now. There was no telling what might happen… what could develop. Harry's warning about not getting involved with this man came churning back into her mind. God! What if I get into something over my head… something I couldn't handle… like if he got violent… or something like that? She hesitated, shrinking away from him.

Firmly, he took hold of her arm, his smile charming, his voice well modulated. 'Come on!' he grinned down at her, boyishly. 'Let's go have that drink… and I'll let you go back to your square, establishment-type husband, who no doubt waves the flag, believes in the sanctity of God, mother… and Apple Pie…!'

She giggled, nervously, and allowed herself to be led from the curio store to a bar just three doors down. Their entrance drew stares and a rustle of comments among the tourist patrons. Mickey selected an empty booth near the rear of the bar and gave the order to a waitress, who appeared as soon as they were seated. He chose bourbon and water. Her drink was a martini.

'I probably shouldn't be doing this…' she offered, feeling somewhat guilty that she was doing it against Harry's orders.

'Your husband…?'

'Yes… you described him to a Tee… a while ago!'

'And I suppose he also dislikes motorcycle bums… like me?'

'He's terribly prejudiced!'

'… But you… what do you think…?' he asked, serious, again.

'Well… I think you're terribly exciting!'

Their drinks arrived. Mickey paid for them, lifted his drink, toasted her, silently, and took a healthy swallow. Vivian sipped her martini and regarded his profile. He is sort of handsome… a kind of wild, animal-like man… and there's a certain sexy thing about him… that almost makes me want to… to make some kind of play for him…!

… But, she knew she wouldn't. It'd be breaking her promise… the agreement she had with Harry… and he'd told her, already, what he thought about an involvement with people like Mickey Blackum.

'Is that all…?' he asked, leering at her.

'Well… I'd also have to say that there's a certain wildness… about you… maybe untamed is a better word!' she said, thinking unconsciously about… how he would be in bed… the sexy things… he could do to a woman… to her! She raised her martini to her lips, again, taking a long drink of the gin, this time; then she attempted to change the subject. 'Why don't you tell me… what it's like to live your kind of life…?'

'What do you want to know…?'

'Well… do you work? Are you married? Where do you live… when you're not out riding around on your motorcycles?'

'Slow down!' he grunted. 'Let's take them one at a time!'

Mickey launched into a somewhat detailed answer, telling her he worked only when he needed money… no, he wasn't married, and motorcycles were a cheap form of transportation.

As he launched into other reasons for riding motorcycles, she stopped him to ask, 'Isn't there a girl with you? Does she stay with you… all the time? What does she do…?'

'Well… the girl's my mama sort of like a common-law wife…!' he explained.

Her questions went on and on. Mickey answered. Their drinks were finished. He ordered another round… and finally another. Vivian was almost mesmerized by his talk… his animal magnetism, and as the alcohol befogged her brain, he became ever more fascinating to her. Dimly, she knew she was treading on dangerous ground. She was becoming sexually aroused… tempted, almost beyond reason, to offer herself to this magnificent, animal of a man. There was that delicious, pervading warmth in her loins, the moist readiness between her legs that caused her to cross and re-cross them, in an attempt to find a comfortable position. God! It'd be exciting to be fucked… by a man… like this! She thought about Harry, for a moment. Hell! What Harry doesn't know… won't hurt him! Before they had started swinging… and joined the swap club, Harry had had a number of torrid affairs, operating under that same principle. Anyway… he was threatening to go after that Brewster woman… on his own… and leave me out of it… completely… but I don't care, now! Stan Brewster was too chicken-hearted… to take what I was offering him! Damn him! The more I think about it… the madder I get… the way he acted so offended when I was feeling his cock! Any other man would have been panting to make it with me… but not him! I still wonder…

She didn't have to wonder about Mickey. He was all man! His eyes devoured her. She knew that he, like most men, had been mentally undressing her, and she felt as though she had nothing more to hide from him. The raw desire for her was there in the hot salaciousness of his bold, unwavering stare, his open appreciation of her loveliness, but he had, so far, said nothing in the way of making a pass at her. He had, also, carefully refrained from touching her… yet she was hot for him. God! Dare she cross the invisible line of propriety to let him know what she was feeling… what she wanted?

Vivian had done it often, before, with several different men… just as she had with Stan Brewster, but his man, Mickey Blackum was different; somehow, she knew his wildness could be dangerous. Harry's warning was still there, lodged somewhere in a far corner of her mind… but she ignored it.

Feeling only her sexual excitement of the moment, she turned her smoky, grey eyes on him… and her hand, below, silently reinforced her message, as her fingers touched his thigh, lightly, and inched their salacious way toward his crotch, until they feather-brushed across the hardened shaft of his massive penis. She felt it throb warmly through the heavy denim of his jeans.

Mickey's dark eyes were flooded, instantly, with passionate desire. Damn! She's asking for it… plain as hell!

He grinned at her, lewdly, asking, 'You like it… doll?'

'What…? Oh… excuse me…!' She was flustered. Quickly, she tried to withdraw her hand, but he was too fast for her. He caught her hand and held it close up against the pulsing bulk of his cock in his pants. 'If you like it… have a good feel… then we'll go try it… for size!' he leered, enjoying her discomfiture.

'No… please, Mickey… I–I don't know what made me… do that! It was… accidental!'

'Accidental, hell!'

With his free hand, he picked up his drink and drained the glass. 'Let's go!' he barked. His voice was hard as steel.

Then, keeping a tight grip on her arm, he walked her from the dimly lighted bar into the waning afternoon sunshine. Vivian was stunned by his sudden action, and she knew, as they reached the outside that it was all a gross mistake. She was out of her element with this roughneck.

'Let me go!' she hissed, unwilling to cause a scene that might attract attention. 'You're hurting me!'

The motorcycle gang leader paid no attention to her pleadings, as he led her to his big motorcycle. 'There's a nice spot… up by the falls… out of the way… no people around! We'll go up there!'

'L–Listen…! Listen to me Mickey! It's all a big mistake! I really don't… want to… go anywhere… with you!'

They had reached his machine. 'What…?' He stared at her, disbelief on his face. 'There's no mistake! You want to be fucked and I want to fuck you so that's what we'll do!'

'No! You don't understand! I–I didn't mean to… to…'

'The hell you didn't mean it!' he grated. '… Unless you're just a little cock-teaser… and if there's anything I hate it's having some broad throw it around… just for show and tell… and then try to cop out!'

Suddenly, Vivian jerked herself free of his strong grasp and ran toward her car. She was desperate, now! The man was dangerous! She had seen the smoldering madness in his eyes, and his swift change from amiability… to raw, animal lust, mixed with his instant, flaming anger, frightened her.

Mickey could have caught her, easily… but a struggle with her in public wasn't worth it.

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