But,truth be told, I could already feel myself dampening at the thought. Jimmy hadthat effect on me. Whenever he mentioned the word "plan", my bitsstarted quivering in anticipation and drooling in excitement. Basically, myvagina was a dog who heard the words, "Hey, girl. You wanna go for a ride?"
"MyLady," he said as he opened the door and offered me his hand. I slid downout of the seat and managed not to fall on my ass as my feet wobbled on theconcrete before I caught my balance. Most days, I really hated his truck. Theother few, I mostly despised it.
"Thankyou, Sir James." I chuckled and moved out of the way for him to slam thedoor closed.
"Comeon. Let's get some coffee."
Thecafé was packed. But somehow Josie was expecting us and had two cups ofcoffee with lids prepped and off to the side of the register. She handed themto Jimmy over the glass partition without so much as a second glance. He took asip of one and handed me the other.
"Busierthan I was expecting."
"Foilyour plans?"
"Nope.C'mon. Let's go say hi to Jay," he offered me his hand and led us throughthe entrance to the store and straight to the office. It was definitely asetup.
Thecloser we got, the quicker my breaths came. By the time he knocked on the door,I was practically hyperventilating. Nervously, I sipped my coffee as I walkedinto the dimly lit room.
Jaywas sitting at the desk. The door closed behind me and the lock clicked,echoing in the small room. "What's going on?"
Jimmyflipped the switch and Jason smiled. "Hey, Dot."
Narrowingmy eyes at him, I took another sip of coffee, letting the liquid heat flow downmy throat and warm the chill I felt creeping up my spine.
"Isthat coffee?" Jason tilted his head.
"Uh.Yeah?"
"Gosh.I sure could use a sip of that. I am so sleepy."
Anactor he wasn't. He sounded like he was reciting lines from a fifth-graderendition of Romeo and Juliet. But he and Jimmy had gone through all thateffort. "Would you care for a sip of my coffee?"
"Isure would. My back hurts, though, Dot. Do you think you could lean over thedesk and hand it to me?"
Iwas trying so hard not to laugh. It was pathetic, yes. But it was alsothe cutest damn thing I had ever seen in my life. "Why sure, Jason. Let melean over the desk and hand you this steaming cup of coffee." I pressed mylegs against the desk and did just that, straining as I handed over the papercup.
Hisfingers wrapped around it.
Jimmycanted, "Ceangail," behind me. His words melted the last bitof chill as the Scots Gaelic rolled off his tongue. It was one of the onlyspells I'd ever heard him cast. It was similar to the Irish I normally spoke,but the inflections and lilt were a tad bit different. Either way, I didn'tcare that the mahogany desk morphed, and two wooden circles reached out andbound my wrists to the surface, effectively trapping me. Jimmy's voice wasstill echoing in my ears and I shivered.
"Whatare you doing?" I mimicked Jason's superb acting with my plea of fear.
"Wecaught ourselves an evil witch, Jason. What do you think we should do with her?"Jimmy lightly slapped my butt.
"Gosh,Jimmy. I don't know. Aren't you supposed to stake witches?"
"No.That is vampires, Jason. But maybe we should try it and see if it works. Do youhave any long hard pieces of wood we could use?"
Theentire scene had turned into an 80's B movie of epic proportions. Even Jimmyhad adopted horrible acting skills. I literally had to fight not togiggle. "No! Please, Mister Witchunters, don't impale me on your massive stakes!"
Lookingover my shoulder, I saw Jimmy put his hands on his hips as he started cacklingdramatically. "We will! And you will like it. And be impaled. Upon our wood.We shall drive the evil from you, vile witch!" He stepped forward andlifted my skirt. "I think I shall let the young one teach you the errorsof your ways first!"
Hewalked around the desk and stood beside Jason, who looked confused, horny, andhorrified all at once. "Are you sure this is okay?" He whispered thequestion to Jimmy as he stood.
"Trustme," Jimmy whispered back.
"Famouslast words from you. You don't work for her."
Jasonlooked at me imploringly. I winked to let him know I was totally okay with thesituation. He breathed a sigh of relief and walked around the desk.
Jimmytook the seat he had just vacated and scooted a little closer, smiling at mecockily. "She's wearing too many clothes, young Jason. Why don't youdivest this saucy trollop of her accoutrements?"
"Trollop?I thought you were a witch hunter, not a pirate?"
"Iam Sir Van of Helsing, pirate witch hunter lord. And ye, the accused, shall notspeak!" He leaned close to my face and whispered, "Sàmhchair,"his breath caressing my cheek before leaning back in the high-backed swivelchair.
Theoffice became rather drafty as Jason lifted the hem of my dress off my waistand I heard the snick, snick of scissors.
Iopened my mouth to protest, it was one of my favorite dresses after all, but nowords escaped. Jimmy's spell had been one of silence and I silently growled infrustration.
Oncethe back had been bisected, he cut the straps from my shoulders and let the remnantsflop to the desk around me. I was completely naked except for the little redpair of panties that were plastered to my flesh. It was quite obvious I likedbeing bound to furniture. Even if Jason cut the panties off me, they weren't goingto fall off anytime soon. Unless I gushed them off.
"Isshe wet?" Jimmy asked curiously from his seat.
Jasonspread my legs and squatted. I could feel his breath against my thighs. "Holyshit. Yeah, she is."
"Toldyou."
"Yeah,yeah. You're the expert."
"Iheard you can tell if a woman is a witch by taste. Why don't you give it ashot? See if she tastes magical."
"Oh,I'm sure she does. Should I remove her panties first, Captain Witch HunterPirate Lord, Sir?"
"No.Leave them on."
Jimmy'seyes never left mine all through their banter. He was watching my face, not theshow behind me. I
