The Bottle Show

****

I suppose I asked for it. Hell, I know I asked for it. Teasing Miss Parker is
just asking for trouble. We sit, side by side, in stony silence. Just like we
have for the last three hours. I check my watch. Almost five, now. It's
beginning to cool down a little, but I'm still tempted to shed my shirt. I glare
at one silk stocking, still sitting on the bed. That was my downfall. Those damn
legs of hers.

''I suppose we should ration the cheese and crackers.'' Miss Parker speaks, for
the first time since her laughing fit subsided. I grunt in acknowledgement as
she gets up and goes to the fridge. She bends down and rummages around inside
the fridge. That woman has one hell of an ass on her.

''Get your eyes off the prize Jarod.'' Parker calls. She comes back to the bed
and sits down. To my surprise she passes me a beer. I look her in the eye, wary
of the glint there.

''Truce.'' She proclaims, and sticks a hand out. I shake. Truces with Miss
Parker are my Holy Grail. The idea is nice, but I don't think it was ever meant
to be found.

Parker grins evilly, then starts in on the food. We sit, munch and drink in
companionable silence. There's Happy Days reruns on. I flick another button
undone on the front of my shirt. Ah hell. I put down my beer and wrestle myhirthirt off, singlet too, tossing it on the floor. Miss Parker casts a sneaky
glance at my body. It would seem I'm not the only one in lust here. A brooding
silence ensues. This is probably all a part of Dr Charles' plan. Kill us through
sexual frustration. Oooh. That's a good one.

''This is probably all a part of Dr Charles' plan. Kill us through...'' then
again, she doesn't need her gun to kill me, ''Kill us through boredom.'' I say,
catching myself just in time. Miss Parkerfts fts to look at me. Uh oh.

''You want to play a game Jarod?'' I'm not sure I like her tone. I think I love
it. I draw my knees up so I'm half kneeling, facing her.

''Okay. What sort of game?'' I ask. She grins, dangerously, dragging her eyes
over my body. I gulp.

''Ever heard of Truth or Dare?'' she asks coyly. I shake my head. Sounds fun.

''What happens is that I ask you what you want, truth, dare, double dare,
torture, kiss or promise. You pick one. Truth means that you have to answer any
question I ask you with complete honesty. Dare means you have to do anything I
dare you to do. Double dare means we both have to do whatever I say. Torture
means I get to torture you in some way. Promise means you have to promise to do
whatever I ask.'' Parker explains. Did it just get hotter in here? I lick my
lips. She forgot one.

''What about kiss? You forgot to tell me what kiss meant.'' I say breathlessly.
Miss Parker smiles and leans in towards me in a conspiratorial manner. I can
smell that perfume, that damn heavenly perfume.

''Kiss,'' she begins, placing a big emphasis on the word, ''Means that you have
to kiss whatever, or whoever I say.''

Her mouth is about one inch away from mine. Oh god.

''I choose kiss.'' I whisper.

Kiss me, kiss me, please kiss me, oh god please kiss me...

''Kiss the wall.'' Parker says, sitting up straight and pointing at the wall. I
blink urprurprise, look at the wall, then look at her again.

''Huh?''

Brilliant answer Jarod.

''You have to kiss whatever I say. I say kiss the wall.'' Miss Parker says, then
looks at me expectantly. I suppress a groan, climb off the bed and advance on
the wall. I'm sure its got about three inches of grime on it.

''Mwah!'' I say, planting one on the wall. The wall looks pleased, if walls can
express emotions. Parker giggles.

Giggles. The Ice Queen giggles.hinkhink I like this game after all.

''Okay. My turn now?'' I ask, jumping back on the bed. Parker grins.

''I pick double dare.'' She says.

I double dare us to fuck like bunnies.

''I double dare us to...both touch the bed. Hey look, we're already doing it, my
turn now?'' I say quickly, and smirk. Miss Parker rolls her eyes.

''Pick one.''

''I pick...'' this involves a lot of thought. Torture sounds interesting, but it
may be of the painful variety.

''I pick truth.'' I say finally. Sounds safe. Miss Parker thinks for a moment
before asking.

''What's your favourite sexual position?''

Oh. My. God.

''Huh?''

''You heard me.''

We get to ask sex questions!!

''Wom...Woman on top.'' I say nervously. Last time I checked, you don't casually
discuss your favourite sexual positions with your would-be captor. But who am I
to protest?

''Nice.'' Parker murmurs, narrowing her eyes. ''Okay, me. I pick... dare.''

Now this requires thought. What can I get her to do that won't make her get
really mad, hit me and storm off into the bathroom, yet still encourages me to
get tingly all over?

It's hot in here.

''I dare you to undo my pants with your teeth.'' Please don't hit me, I tack on
silently. Miss Parker arches her perfect brows at me. I grin.

''I have boxers on. And it's hot.'' I say cheekily. Miss Parker shrugs, then
begins to advance on all fours. I think I've stopped breathing.

I lean back against the headboard, inhaling deeply. Miss Parker plants her hands
on either side of my hips, lowering her head to my belt. I don't know if I can
take the sight of her face hovering over my groin. I look up at the ceiling,
then back down at her again. I don't think
I can miss it either.

''Hold. Still.'' Miss Parker says carefully, then begins tugging on my belt with
her teeth. I try not to groan. With amazing skill she manages to undo my belt,
pulling it free at long last. Then she contemplates my fly. Thank god for button
ups.

''Hmmm.'' Parker sighs, then lowers her mouth. Her chin bumps against the bulge
in my pants and I clutch the bed sheets in my hands. Her mouth presses against
the materiel, working the buttons free quickly with her tongue and teeth. Talk
about tingly.

''Ohhh.'' I moan when the last button is free, my erection straining out of the
open fly, against my boxer shorts. Miss Parker eyes it, cat-like, then
deliberately places her palm over the bulge, cupping me. I shudder. She leans in
close, rubbing her hand gently back and forth, placing her lips on my ear.

''Truth, dare, double dare, torture, kiss or promise?'' she whispers. I nod. All
of the above, just don't stop.

''Jarod?'' she whispers, and her hands stops.

''Ah. Um. Double dare?'' I try. Anything to get her hand going again. I resist
the urge to use my own hand. Miss Parker sits up straight, keeping her hand on
my lap, unmoving. My hips buck a little of their own accord.

''Stop that. Alright. We have to...'' Miss Parker pauses, then grins. She leans
over, whispering in my ear exactly what we have to do. My eyes widen.

****

This is the best idea I've had in a long time. Jarod looks down at me,
uncertainty written all over his face. A little towel clutched arouis wis waist.
Beer in hand.

''Are you getting in, or not?'' I ask. Jarod nods, dropping the towel. I grin.
He blushes. I flick some bubbles at him, and he climbs in the bath with me. It's
too small, so I end up practically sitting on his lap, my legs around his waist.
Jarod begins to stroke my calves.

''Okay Parker, truth, dare, double dare, torture kiss or promise?'' he asks with
a mischievous glint in his eye. He's looking at where the bubbles are just
covering my breasts. I smile, sipping my beer.

''Kiss.'' I decide. Jarod considers for a moment.

''There are all sorts of nasty creepy crawlies in this room...'' he murmurs. I
glare.

''Kiss me.'' He whispers finally, not joking any more. I stare at him
speculatively, wondering how well he'd take it if I just gave him a peck on the
cheek. But that's not what he wants. Not what I want either.

I edge forward, tightening my legs around his waist. Jarod grins and pulls me up
onto his lap, and I hurriedly put the beer down. I lower my mouth to his,
nuzzling our lips together. Jarod groans, his hands on my waist, and pulls me
closer, his still swollen cock rubbing against my thigh. I chuckle, pressing my
mouth fully to his, my wet and soapy breasts sliding across his chest, his
tongue invading my mouth. We wrestle for control, deepening the kiss, Jarod's
hands shifting to my ass and pulling me even tighter against him. Water splashes
over the edge of the tub, and one hands snakes up to my chest, cupping and
kneading my slippery breast. I clutch at his shoulders and break the kiss,
gasping for air.

''Oh god.'' I moan as Jarod drops his head to my neck, leaving a trail of wet
hot kisses. He pulls my body away from him, tipping me back to lap at my
breasts. He laves his tongue all around the underside, finally kissing his way
up to my nipple and sucking gently. I moan deep in my throat.

''Jarod?'' I gasp out.

''Jarod!'' I groan, finally catching his attention. He stops, pulling back to
look at me.

''Wha?'' he mutters, his eyes dark with arousal. I dig my nails into his
shoulders, staring down at him intently.

''I pick dare.'' I sigh. Jarod stares incredulously at me. Then begins to laugh.

''I dare you to get the hell out of this bath, dry, and in that bed as quickly
as possible!'' he growls. I grin.

''That's a double dare!'' I protest. Jarod chuckles, and I stand up, shaking off
as much water as I can manage. Jarod gazes up at my body in appreciation as I
jump out. He follows, finding one of the musty towels and drying us both down
quickly. I squeal when the towel slips, leaving his hand 'accidentally' between
my legs. Jarod grins, then hauls me up in his arms, opens the door and-

''Cute. Real cute.''

Jarod puts me down real fast, pulling me close to him, my chest pressed against
con concealing everything except my bare ass.

''Dr Dolliag, I presume.'' Jarod says. I hit his arm, now is not the time for
jokes. Jarod inches us both forward, snatching his shirt off the floor quickly
and draping it around my shoulders. I thread my arms through the sleeves and
button the front while Jarod rescues his boxer shorts. Dolliag smirks, admiring
my legs. Jarod steps forward, in front of me, a vicious expression on his face.
Dolliag raises his gun, smiling darkly.

''Now Jarod, don't try anything. Wouldn't want your lady friend to get hurt.''

His eyes rake over my body, starkly outlined through the thin material of
Jarod's shirt. It's beginning to stick to my body in damp patches. I raise my
chin and glare.

''I thought you would have still been at Veronica's party, Charles.'' Jarod
intones quietly. He shifts on his feet a bit, so he's almost directly in front
of me, covering me from sight.

''Yes, well, I thought I'd come check up on my close friend, Jarod Clint the
traitor. I bet that's not even your real name!'' the good doctor huffs
pompously. It occurs to me a few years ago that the man owned a dog that is
smarter than him. The dog is dead and buried. Jarod remains in stony silence.

''It seems you're having quite a party here. Donet met me interrupt.'' Dolliag
says, eying the beer bottles and discarded clothing around the place. He laughs
to himself as he stands to leave, pausing in the doorway.

''I'll be back tomorrow night. Have fun now, because it's the last time you ever
will.'' He sneers, then slams the door shut. We both hear the heavy sound of a
bolt sliding home, then a car speeding off. Jarod sits down on the bed heavily,
his head in his hands. I sit next to him, and place my hand on his back. He
shrugs it off angrily.

''This is my fault. I have to find a way out of here.'' He says, jumping up and
prowling around the room. He begins testing the bars on the window as I stare at
him.

''Jarod!'' I cry, furious. My body still burns. Jarod turns back to look at me,
his eyes lingering where the damp shirt has stuck to my breasts.

''You'd better get dressed.'' He says gruffly, and turns back to the window.
Outraged, I snatch up my clothes, walking into the wet bathroom and slamming the
door shut.

****

I'm going to kill him.

''I'm sorry Miss Parker.'' Jarod says quietly. I keep my gaze locked on the
blaring television. Jarod finally gives up trying to find a way out, coming to
sit beside me. He brushes his hand across my shoulder. I slap it away. Darkness
fell hours ago, its late now. I stomp into the bathroom, retrieving Jarod's
shirt from where I hung it up to dry. I leave the door open as I shed my dress
and pull on his shirt, letting him know exactly what he's missing. I stomp back,
turn off the television and lay down on the bed, pulling the sheet over me, my
back to Jarod. He sighs heavily.

''Miss Parker-''

''Goodnight, Jarod!'' I bit out. I hear another heavy sigh, then the light goes
out. The bed dips, there is some rustling noises, and then all is silent.
Despite my tension, I'm surprised how quickly I fall into sleep.

There's a warm body under me. And a hand stroking my back. I shift, snuggling
deeper into the nice smelling warmth. My leg tangles with somebody else's, and I
stroke my smooth calf against a hairy one. I sigh sleepily. Shift a bit more.
Something hard digs into my hip, and I tighten my arm around whatever it is I'm
clutching. Stretch.

''Ohhh.'' Somebody moans. I blink, bright light invading. A warm hand settles on
my bare ass, tugging me into place, both my legs tangled, the hard thing nestled
between my thighs. I close my eyes again and sigh. The hand explores my ass,
searching for something. Finds the strap of my thong over my hip. Moves back to
cup my ass. Another hand joins it. I snuggle up into a hollow near my face,
drifting off again.

The hands hold my ass, hips lift and the hard thing grinds in just the right
spot.

''Ahhh!'' I cry, completely awake and burning with pleasure. I open my eyes, my
nose pressed against Jarod's neck, my arms around his waist, and his chest
rumbles with amusement underneath me. He grasps my butt again, grinding his
erection into me. I moan, clutching at him.

''No fair. You took advantage of a sleeping woman.'' I groan. He laughs again.

''You cuddled up to me. Not my fault that I couldn't resist all the delicious
little movements you were making.'' Jarod says, his voice raspy with sleep. His
hips surge again, and I begin to pant, scrabbling to keep a grip as he does it
again. I bear down this time, tilting my hips, so his cock hits my clit on a
perfect angle. We both moan. I arch my back, lifting up to face him, rubbing my
breasts against his chest.

''Would you look at us, dry humping like a couple of teenagers.'' I sigh, biting
my lip as Jarod thrusts against me once more. His face is flushed, his eyes
black pools. I drop my head to kiss his chest, then kiss his mouth. One hand
leaves my butt to tangle in my hair, and I put one palm flat on the bed for
leverage. We rock together some more, moaning into each others mouths. His satin
boxers are sliding slickly against my wet panties, and I figure its time for
some more friction. Of the internal kind.

''Get naked.'' I demand, pulling away from the kiss. Jarod nods frantically,
using one hand to tug off his boxers, then kicking them the rest of the way off.

''Condom.'' Jarod croaks, gently setting me aside to rummage in the pockets of
his pants, lying next to the bed. I groan at the delay, tugging off my damp
panties. Jarod rolls back, pulling a few condoms out of his wallet, then throws
the wallet aside. His hands are shaking. I straddle his hips, taking one of the
condoms from his hands and tossing the other two aside, leaning to kiss him as I
rip open the foil packet.

Jarod bites his lip in pleasured agony when I slide the condom onto his cock,
rolling it down with my palms, careful not to let my nails anywhere near it. I
lean forward and kiss him again, panting with anticipation, holding his erection
in my hand and positioning myself over it. We both moan when I sink down, taking
his full length inside of me. Jarod rests one hand on my hip, the other reaching
up to undo the buttons of the shirt I'm wearing. He parts its folds and cups one
breast, making me moan as he tugs on the nipple. I raise myself up on my knees,
so barely an inch is left inside of me, then thrust down hard again. We both cry
out at the array of sensations, and I repeat the motion, setting a rhythm for
us. Jarod waits until I've found the angle I want before thrusting in unison
with me.

''Open your eyes.'' Jarod pants out, and I realise for the first time that they
were closed. I look down at him and he grins, his hand on my hip moving between
my legs, his thumb seeking out and finding my clit. He presses against it and I
gasp. I rock our bodies together, feeling the tension in my belly building. I
lean forward, bracing my elbows beside Jarod's head and changing the angle. Both
Jarod's hands grasp my hips urging me to go faster. I kiss him, roughly, our
noses bumping and our tongues entwining, the tips of my breasts brushing against
his chest with every move. Jarod breaks the kiss, tossing his head back.

''Oh god!'' he cries, and I can hear little keening noises. Coming from me, I
realise. The pace and the pleasure becomes almost unbearable, and I cry out
loudly, striving for release, gasping and moaning but not quite making it. Jarod
sees my frantic expressions, grasping my head and bringing my ear to his lips.

''Come.'' He instructs, pressing one hard thumb to my clit in one sudden motion,
and that's all I need, tightening over his body, waves of pleasure flowing over
me. I call out, his name, I think, shouting and quivering, my body bucking.
Jarod thrusts into me a few more times before his face contorts, his body
arching off the bed.

I collapse onto his chest, breathing hard. Jarod strokes my hair with shaking
fingers, and kisses my forehead, then shifts to whisper in my ear.

''My turn. I pick kiss.''

****

''Okay truth.'' I say. Miss Parker's face darkens, and I pull her tight against
me, casting her a questioning glance.

''What are we going to do about Dolliag?'' she asks, obviously worried. I stroke
her hair gently, smiling reassuringly.

''We're both strong, smart people-''

''And modest too.'' She interrupts. I smile.

''We'll jump him.'' I say simply. Parker grins, pulling my head down for another
long, passionate kiss. I moan softly, pushing the sheet away from her body and
cupping one breast, squeezing it gently.

I had sex with Miss Parker. I have this purely masculine urge to go out to some
seedy bar, shoot pool and brag.

''I pick double dare.'' Miss Parker says, breaking the kiss. I raise my
eyebrows.

''Make out like horny teenagers?'' I ask hopefully. Parker chuckles, leaning in
to kiss me, pulling the sheet over both of our heads as we slide down the
mattress. I cover her body with mine, wrapping my arms around her waist,
grinding my renewed erection against her. She giggles, winding her arms around
my neck.

''Miss Parker we came as quick as we could! Are you ok? Where's Jar- Oh!''
Broots says in one garbled burst as he flings the door open. Miss Parker and I
freeze under the sheet. We pull the sheet down just enough to peek out, still
wrapped around each other. Broots and Sydney are standing in the open doorway.
Sydney looks highly amused while Broots looks shocked, horrified and a little
heartbroken. There is a long silence before Sydney begins to chuckle.

''Doesn't anybody fucking knock anymore!'' Miss Parker yells, mortified. Broots
winces.

''Um. We, ah, well...'' he begins, then fades into miserable silence. I roll off
Miss Parker, trying to hide my own smile. She sits up, holding the sheet to her
breasts while I dig around on the floor beside the bed closest to the wall.

''Miss Parker, we thought we were rescuing you.'' Sydney intervenes. He casts a
knowing look at me. ''Obviously you didn't need rescuing.'' He says, and tries
to suppress another laugh. I pass Miss Parker my shirt, which she yanks on and
does up quickly, and I pull on my boxer shorts under the sheet.

''We'll, uh, we'll wait outside.'' Broots stammers, and all but shoves Sydney
through the door in his haste to get out. Miss Parker hunts around until she
finds her dress and underwear, pulling them on with a barely suppressed violence
to her actions. I tug on my pants, doing them up quickly and trying to keep my
thoughts off how they got undone.

Looks like I don't need to brag after all.

''Okay. Let them in.'' Parker huffs when she's dressed, flopping down on the
bed. I open the door for the two waiting men, who file past me. Broots doesn't
meet my eyes, while Sydney gives me an amused look. I shut the door and sit next
to Miss Parker, who stares at the floor resentfully. Broots looks everywhe but but at the bed. I watch her, while Sydney watches me. Miss Parker clears her
throat.

''So how did you find us?'' she asks quietly. Talk about tension in the
air.

''We discovered that Jarod would be at the same party you were, and came down to
back you up.'' Sydney explains. Broots shifts on his feet nervously.

''And you didn't find either of us there.'' I conclude. Sydney nods.

''Dear Mrs Dolliag remembered only that you two and her son had left quite
suddenly. She was very helpful.'' Sydney says with distaste. Obviously good old
Veronica had tried her charms on Sydney.

''So we, uh, tracked down Dr Dolliag, who freaked out when we mentioned your
names. We found out he kept a little ' love nest,''' Broots said, choking on the
words, ''Upstate for his mistresses, we came up here and here you are.''

I nod. Miss Parker frowns.

''Daddy know you're here?'' she asks. Sydney shakes his head. She sighs in
relief. Silence reigns. I pick up her hand and stroke her palm with my thumb.
Parker seems uncomfortable with such a public display of affection. I don't
care. She looks at me, looks at Sydney, opens her mouth then closes it again. I
grin.

''We had best get going soon if you want to get back to Blue Cove tonight. We'll
give you a lift into New Orleans Jarod.ydneydney suggests. Miss Parker nods
slowly. Sydney hesitates. ''We can give you a few minutes if you'd like.'' He
offers. I smile and nod. ''We'll wait in the car.''

Broots and Sydney leave the room, closing the door softly behind them.

''Kiss.'' I say. Miss Parker smiles, leaning over to place a lingering kiss on
my mouth.

''Truth.'' She whispers against my lips. I look her in the eye.

''Will you regret this?'' I ask, deadly serious. Miss Parker smiles
''
''No.'' she replies. She pauses, studying her hands, then raises her eyes to
mine.

''Jarod, I can't... I mean, nothing can...'' she falls silent. I cup her chin
gently, then tug her to her feet.

''I know Parker.'' I murmur. She smiles, then leans up and kisses me once more.
I lead her to the door.

''Dare.'' I decide. Miss Parker thinks for a moment as I pull open the door.

''Alright, I dare you to give Broots at least one wedgie before we get to New
Orleans.''

''What the hell is a wedgie?''

''Well, taking the person by surprise, you have to grab their underwear...''

The door closes behind us.


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