My Thoughts

Okay, Renee, The next shot is the whiskey shot. And I’m telling you, I’m feeling the waves of danger rolling off him over here.” Elene said. Looking over her shoulder at him.

“ Your feeling the waves?” I said, smiling at her

“ Okay, I may be married and I may have children, but I’ve got a trouble-meter. It’s so long that I can spot trouble before anyone else even notices. Now, let’s hear that story.”

This one isn’t as dangerous as you may think. I’d say medium.

I met him while I was assisting Lyle on the biker report.

He looked like trouble more then. But just because you’re a biker doesn’t mean you’re automatically guilty, okay?

We were doing a report on one of the club members in the 1305 Biker Club. It was an alleged kidnapping.

“ I remember that one. Lyle almost won a Pulitzer for it.” Turner said, then regretted saying it the moment we all looked at him.

Anyway, if you remember that article, you remember that there were details we couldn’t fully publish. Some things stayed off the record. And no, I’m not gonna get in trouble for saying this now  that was ages ago, and I know exactly who I told. I said looking at all of them.

So, we went to the biker club spot in East Jersey. Of course, Lyle was frustrated because the man accused wasn’t giving him an interview. And it was funny, because Lyle always thought he could get anything out of anyone. The chief sent me along to keep him calm, because Lyle had a tendency to fly off the handle  and we didn’t need a news story about our own reporter becoming the headline.

While he was trying to get his interview, I wandered into the biker’s mechanic shop. Now, I don’t know a thing about bikes, but I can appreciate how they look. They had some beauties in there. One of the mechanics or at least I thought he was asked me if I needed anything done.

I had to laugh. First off, I didn’t have a bike. Didn’t have a car. Nothing to fix. Second, I was wearing three-inch heels, a skirt to my knees, and a top that definitely wasn’t biker-shop-appropriate. So no, I wasn’t there to get anything done, and I wasn’t looking to “get done” either.

I was supposed to go out on a date that night, one I’d been putting off. So I told him no, and he went back to work. That’s when I noticed the bike he was working on had the same emblem as the tattoo on his neck. Curious, I asked if the emblem meant anything.

He looked up and locked eyes with me, and my heart stopped.
 “I saw you walk in with that reporter. I’m guessing you’re a reporter too. What makes you think I’d tell you what this means?”

Now, I don’t know what it is about me, but when people hold back, I want answers even more.
 “You’re right. You don’t have to tell me. But you want to  I can see it in the way you looked at me when I walked in.”

He tilted his head, just like I’d noticed earlier, first checking out my shoes, then my legs, then the whole package. I called him on it, and he broke out laughing. Then he told me: the tattoo and emblem represented his mother and sister, both cancer survivors.

My heart ached. For a man to carry that ink showed how much he cared.
 “You’re a good man,” I said.

He laughed. “Because of a tattoo?”
 “No, because of how you just spoke about them. That showed more than ink ever could.”

Then came another question:
 “Why are you with this biker club?”

He smiled. “If I’m gonna keep answering, you owe me dinner.”

I laughed. “Sorry, I’ve got a date tonight.”
 “Dinner doesn’t have to mean a date. You still owe me.”

Now, my mind was racing. I thought he’d drag me into the biker bar full of men, but instead, he stood up. Six-two, muscular, Hair cut close to the scalp, but had enough growing back to cast a shadow which complemented his skin. It was like with the color of gold when it starts to cool off, piercing blue eyes that seemed to light up the closer he got. And when he said, “Dinner on that body,” whew. My pulse nearly jumped out of my neck.

 “Renee, your telling  me?” Elene asked

 I’m telling you, if he’d been eating at the finest restaurant in the city with the most expensive dish ever made, it still wouldn’t compare to the way he enjoyed me.

I was so tempted to pick up that whisky shot but held back.

We talked for another hour in that garage. He gave me every answer I wanted. Why he joined the club, how old he was, how they looked out for each other like family. He even swore that  there was not kidnapping. Turned out, the girl in question was the guys daughter. The mother had taken her out of state without permission, then filed charges when the daughter ran back to him. Messy situation, but the story checked out.

Eventually, I remembered my date. But I didn’t want to go. I called, canceled, and walked back into the garage. He shut the garage door behind me. “I heard you canceled your date,” he said. “We had a deal.”

Those blue eyes turned to liquid fire. The minute that gate hit the ground, he was on me. That skirt? Gone. That thong? Gone. And baby, I must have cried out to the gods three or four times before I was finished.

Now, don’t judge me. Y’all asked for the story.

The room went quiet. Eight eyes locked on me, breaths held. I leaned in over the shots and whispered, “The man made me squirt. I never did that before.” That’s when all of them cut me off and shoved the whiskey shot forward.

“Pick the whiskey shot!” they shouted.

I laughed, “What about the tequila?”
 “To hell with the tequila  pick the whiskey!”

So yeah, , after being ravished on the work table, the bike, the blanket on the floor. We shared some whiskey, I think he called it Macallan.

And Lyle? Too drunk to notice I was even gone. Thank God he taped the interview he managed to get because I was too busy.

That’s the whiskey shot story. Three shots, three men, three situations. And next comes tequila — the real curveball.

The difference with the whisky shot is that he never asked for a commitment, so I find it strange he is here.

They all looked at him and turned back.

“Maybe just wants a replay of that dinner,” Sebastian said

The Bourbon Shot

Sitting there watching my friends waiting for the next story. I couldn't help a smile that flitted across my face.

“Okay what was that? you just gave a quick smile thinking I don't watch you, girl.Fess up.” Joni said as she took a sip of her drink waiting for me to spill my guts.

“ All right, the next one  is  bourbon shot. His name is Professor Joshua Clark. Otherwise known to me J.H.” 

“He is only known to you as J.H.? Sounds…tasty.” Alex said as he glanced behind me.

He was supposed to be an inspirational piece for the paper. He is to this very day the youngest man on record  to become a professor.

“Wait, he is not young? He has some greys at the edge of his dark hair.” Elene said, looking at me like I was pulling her leg.

“He is 56 years old. He became a professor at the age of 14. Now if you want to hear this, don’t interrupt me.”

“56 huh?” Turner whispered, at least he thought he whispered. We all looked at him with a question on our face but we left it alone.

I was Upstate in Connecticut visiting some family when I received a call from my editor stating he wanted this piece written by me. Of course I  gave him hell because  I was on vacation but I caved in when he said that I would get a little bump in salary if I did this piece.

 I called up to the school to make some kind of arrangement to meet with Professor Clark but I was greeted with hostile assistance stating that he would not give any interviews to any news outlet, publications or frivolous online news.

As you guys very well know I do not take “No” as an answer.  I looked up what would be considered “Yale attire” and since they had a game that day, I used it as a cover. I was wearing  the good old blue and white and I managed to get onto the campus with my news badge stating that I was there to cover the game.

 Once on campus I did a detour and went into the social science department. I made sure to memorize exactly the layout of where he would be so I would not be stopped looking as if I was lost

 I managed to get in to the social science department with little to no communications with people passing by. and knocked on his door and I was met with a gruff “Come in” 

I entered his office and he not once looked up to see who it was. I cleared my throat and proceeded to introduce myself when he cut me off and said, “ Delissa if you come in here one more time to ask what you can do to get a favorable grade in my class I will report you to the dean.”

 I stood there and thought what was she proposing to do to get that favorable grade? Instead of voicing what I thought, I again tried to introduce myself.

 I am sorry to disappoint you but my name is Renee  and I would love to just have a conversation with you.”

 Professor Clark looks up and I was literally  Frozen on the spot. he was green then so that led to the charm of the Chisel face the Supple lips the darkest brown eyes that you will ever come across and when he looked up and realized that I was not who he expected I could have sworn he took in a deep breath at the side of me.

“ How did you get in here and who are you?”He asked once he got his bearings.

My name is Renee Andrews and I'm here from New York, to write a story about you. Seeing that you're the youngest professor in history to be documented.”

 He started to shake his head and look down at his  desk  filled with paperwork.” So I see you guys finally got through my assistant. I'm not giving any interviews because I think this is a frivolous piece and I do not condone these to get to know yourGenius piece.”

“ So you do admit that you're a genius being that you were only 14 years old when you became a professor.”

 He stood up from the desk and I didn't expect to see such a broad frame on him.I tried to keep my observation to myself and look him dead in the eyes to keep things professional. That was a mistake with J.H. 

To be a professor of social science he observes the nuances of how people react in certain situations and he already noticed that I sized him up as quickly as I did and kept my composure. So instead of me interviewing him it seemed that the tables were turned and he started to interview me.

“ Your first thought when you saw me was I was an aggravated professor that wanted nothing to do with the world outside. Then your pupils dilated once I stood up. You caught a quick breath but you did try to maintain professionality when we both knew that you were attracted to me.

 That's right there. That statement flipped a switch inside of me so fast that I did not even realize the words that came tumbling out of my mouth.

 “Your assumption of me being attracted to you is Far From Reality. Yes I was surprised that you are in physical shape because all the professors I've ever had were a little out of shape and more stressed and more rude than was necessary.”

  “You are standing there before me lying and I am supposed to give you an interview? How would I believe that you would write exactly what I say if you can't even tell the truth.”

 My mind ran a hundred scenarios and it still didn't pick up on the scenario that unraveled with this interview.

“ Fine, yes I was attracted for the moment but your demeanor and the way that you were speaking to me makes me think otherwise. I am led by thoughts and not by emotion. now can we haveInterview?”

 He must have realized that he overstepped his bounds and believe it or not, me standing up to him actually relaxed him enough to give me the interview. After the interview seeing that it was late he asked if I wanted to have a drink before I left.

“What do you have all I see here are books and papers that are strewn across your desk?”

“ You know Renee, I like the side. not the professional reporter trying to get the story but the laid back tell it like it is your side of you.”

 He walked over to the Bookshelf and pulled out three books which behind it was a bottle of bourbon and two glasses.

“Is bourbon all right? This is all that I have here.”

“ Well since it's all that you have in here might as well pour me some.”

 We sat there for hours talking about society and the changes that were occurring and between the heated discussions and the quiet contemplations I didn't realize that we were circling each other.

  Like he was a planet and I was on one of the Rings but every time I came around I moved a Little Closer to his pull.

Renee I'm going to break all social norms here and just state that I want you. The moment you walked in and I realized it was not my student, the moment you stood up to me as if I was the wall you were going to knock down, the absolute moment I watched that bourbon go past your lips and down your throat. I want you.

 I stood there looking at J.H. and I would not deny myself anything. I took another swallow of the bourbon as he watched it go down my throat, put the cup down on his desk that he was leaning me against and kissed the most deliciously flavored lips I ever had.

 Remember J.H. has some years on me and the things he did with my body ,Damn he was a good study of social norms and abnormalities.

 When we finally were able to come up for air, realizing that his office not only  smelled of a heavy scent of bourbon, but of us and whatever furniture polish they used and all this wood.

“You did say that your here visiting family.. Can I ask you for how long?”

 That's when this affair started but just like Caleb I was not ready to settle down and he was willing to commute back and forth from Yale to New York to make it work. I was just not ready to have something that permanent. I told him that maybe in a few years we can see what happens.

 That's when I saw another side of Professor Hawk. The closed off side bubble to the surface and his anger exploded. The reason he is so in shape the way he is is because he's a boxer and he was so upset that he scheduled an impromptu match that left the guy really beat up.

 That should have scared me but to be honest it didn't. I left two days later to go back to my apartment in New York. I never heard from him again until tonight.

Bar

“Renee you had two men willing to change their lives to be with you and you turned them down” said Elaine with a look on her face as if she was disappointed in me.

“ A boxer huh?” another whispered statement from Sebastian that Alex couldn't let go

“ Sebastian, if this is the time that you're going to come out the closet you need to just fess up. These little whispered thoughts are making us all think weird shit about you.”

 Sebastian looked at all of us and then took  a drink then stated, “ I like to Swing and Pam knows because she likes to do it too.”

“ Since when? You haven't even told me any of this. You've been with a man?”

 Sebastian's face turned acute pink as he looked out at the people dancing before he answered again.

“ It's only been about 2 years and that's all I'm going to say.”

 We all looked at him but we realized this wasn't about him tonight and it was more about the four shots that were before me.

“Okay Renee why do you call him J.H.?”Joni asked

 I couldn't help myself but laugh and then I said, “ Jekyll and Hyde”

 Best when the whole table burst out laughing and realized that the professor really embodied two different people.

Okay these stories are getting better and better. The next shot before you is the whiskey shot and for some reason even from a distance I feel like that is trouble on two legs.

 Little did they know that trouble  does not  describe Bradley Direct. 

Quick description

Come with me on a journey of choices. This story is going to follow the main character, Reese. Not everyone has these decisions to make in life, but what if you had to choose? What would you decide?

I would be telling you a lie, if I stated that I did not need a night out with my friends. Work is the usual hectic mess that it is. The peace and serenity that I crave at home has lost its meaning since the new tenants above me have a tendency to make the majority of the noise when I am ready to fall asleep.  

To be honest with myself I just need to be around people who know me. The real me.

 When I received the text message that the gang was getting together to blow off some steam I was the first one to respond, ” hell yeah and what time?”

 The minute work was over, I decided to Uber it to my place so I will have enough time to get myself together.  I was excited because we all have busy lives and it's been a long time since we were able to get together.

 The group consisted of  the six of us. Myself, Joni, Alex, Sebastian, Elaine and Turner. We all met in college at a group fundraiser. It's funny because I can not for the life of me remember what that fundraiser was for because the six of us decided that it would be more fun to head out to one of the  fraternity parties.

Once the Uber dropped me off at my place.I dashed up the stairs to my front door. I live in a two-family brownstone in New York. Being that I am a renowned journalist in one of the most sought after publications I was able to purchase the first level of the house.

Looking at my watch I see that I have an hour and a half to pull myself together. Tossing my bag on the counter and kicking off my shoes in the living area as I sprinted to my bedroom in which I proceeded to break the record for the fastest office casual to late night fierceness.

Forty five minutes and three nicks later I was ready to go.  My cell rang and it flashed Joni’s name.

“Hey I am leaving right now. What is the name of the Bar again?” I said as I was calling an Uber.

Joni was laughing and I can hear Alex in the background. “ The King’s Roof. You are missing what is happening.” She said still laughing

“Is everyone there already?”

“No, It’s just me and Alex.” She said then I heard the ding that the ride had been accepted.

“I am on my way.” I said and hung up the call.

The King’s Roof Bar

The bar was packed due to the live entertainment. The Pro’s were playing and they were amazing.

We all finally made it and after a few drinks in I felt more relaxed than I had in days.

“Excuse me.” A voice said from behind me. The waitress had a tray of four shot glasses that she placed in front of me.

“There are six of us.” I told her. She smiled at me and I swore she was sizing me up.

“These four glasses are for you. If you look at the bar. I will point out who sent what.”

My friends stopped talking and just stared at me. 

“What?” I asked them.

“The Gin is from the man at the far corner of the bar, The one with the curly brown hair and green shirt. The Bourbon is from the gentleman  with the suit jacket and is sporting a nice goatee. The  whisky is from the one with the white shirt, shaved head and the most amazing blue eyes you have ever seen and finally the tequila is from the hot woman at the other end of the bar. I guess whichever shot glass you choose, will be the one that will come to you.” The waitress said as she kept smiling.

“Personally if I were you I would choose two. Night is young right.” she said then walked away. I looked at my friends and if the music was not playing you would hear a pin drop.

“What?” I said again

“Spill the beans. Four shot glasses. Four amazingly hot people want you and they are all here.”

Feeling uncomfortable with all eyes on me I decided that I would share.

“I know all four of them and I have no idea what they are trying to do.” I said as I looked at the bar. They must have been watching me because I met their eyes as well. 

“Girls, do not drink any of them right now. Take a sip of my drink and start from the beginning because whoever you don’t choose I am taking them home.” Alex said

“Alex, really? The only one you would have a chance with is the tequila and I know you want one of the guys.”

“One could only hope. Now spill. Start with the Gin. He looks cozy.” Elaine said as she eyeballed him for the tenth time.

I took a deep breath and said, “That would be Caleb Stewart.”

“Caleb Stewart? I remember that name.” Turner said

“He’s the guy I met in Scotland. The guy who wanted a commitment.” 

They all looked at me as if I was nuts to not jump at the chance.

“Spill it. I need to know what has been going on.” Joni said as she motioned for the waitress to return and ordered some food.

“Alright I hope you guys are ready.” I said and began with Caleb.

When I tell you that my mouth is reckless

Don’t always assume it is for pleasant things

There are times when my mouth and my thoughts

Are on a volatile level.

When they created the abbreviation F.A.F.O

They had to have me in mind

Don’t act like you're too good to be taken down

Several steps, and then shoved down the rest.

Many times, I have been told to calm down

Breathe and think before you say what you are going to say

Did you think?

Na, you didn’t, time to stop breathing.

 If you do not understand

Your assumptions, accusations,

Your hidden lecherous lies

Trying to lure them to say goodbye

Is crossing a line

It was a matter of time

Secrets are revealed

Your covert operation is blown

You want all eyes on you?

Well, now they are.

Say something and mean it.

Make sure you're secure in your truth

Because when I come out with my truth

You will feel every syllable. Consonant and vowel

In living fuckin color

Cut The Shit

Hello and welcome to the second episode of the female Dom’s introduction to the cage. As per the title, we are going to talk about feet licking.

I am not opposed to having my feet licked but when you send me a message entitled, I want to lick your feet, It makes me believe that you do not want to dom. You just want a body that you can play with.

If this is so, you need to  go out and find a foot mistress. They are out there. I am not here to be your pacifier. Again, I did not put in my profile that I was one. I will not act as if I do not like my feet worshipped. It is and will always be worshipped by who I choose. (My subs)

I can go into detail of what I like. Still, that is not for you. So, in response of your inquiry, can I lick your feet? No, you may not. Try your hand with another Dom but I will tell you, you will not get one little piggy on, in or near that mouth of yours.

That is, it for this episode. Hope to see you in the next episode entitled Talk To Me!