New Assignment...

[Beswitchingly Positive]

It was impossible for me to set a sedution spot with no action or dialogue or characters...so I decided to attempt all of it at once...there are so many elements to my perfect seduction...

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Would you bring me a boquet of baby blue forget me nots?
the kind that are stolen
not the common kind store bought
Light me a candle, to La dy Dym ph na the saint?
and on your way out
could you please loosen my restraints?
Forget me not.
ForgetMeNot


It was currently her favorite song on the jukebox; never liked country music before she had to work with that album on the box...the clipty clop of the rythm pulsed gently from the green neon machine, the way Luke walked the guitar carried it as she sang along softly and washed glasses. Lost in a moment of music, her hands missing in the soapy water, backlit by the brighter lights shining on the big mirror and the shelf of bottles behind her, notes from the guitar sliding along with the words, her eyes half on the little dining room. The waiter could take care of the few tables they had at three in the morning. She had recently attended to the scattering of customers at the bar; the snuggly couple at the end, close together on their seats with fresh golden pints; the boys just off work in their waiter's black and whites competeing for the two tourist girl's attention with amber shots of Jameson and black frothy pints of Guinness...she half heard the happy chatter of her customers. Everyone was content. Everyone but her. As she worked, her mind was elsewhere.

He stood at the smoky entrance in the open door and watched her washing glasses for a moment before walking in.

In her free minutes, the minutes she washed glasses and lost complete focus on entertaining her little crowd, she allowed herself to think of Andrew. They had thoroughly enjoyed their last date. As always, they parted without further plans. As always she wondered when she would see him again. Days had passed. She lost her self in the memory of his eyes; her hands moving mechanically through the hot sudsy water. She wondered when he would kiss her. They had parted reluctantly, only hugging, after each date. She relished it as she sand a favorite verse of that sad song...he sat at the bar unnoticed and could hear her soft singing...

I been waitin' and waitn'
in this mad lone ly tower
for you to come see me
during
vi si tor's hours

well, the head nurse starts crying
and shaking
ev ry ti me
I call your name

The detective, man, he's smiling
he says
"for this one,
sonny boy,
you're gonna hang."

could ya bring me a boquet of ba-by blue forgetmenots...

Sitting quietly, he was glad that he had prepared his room for her. There was little doubt that she would say yes...

Singing until she saw him, she looked up from the last glass at the beginning of the second chorus and caught him watching her in the hazy light. He was right there, sitting, watching her as she sang. She caught her self, almost gasping in delight as she looked up from the sink; her voice siezed midword. She sightlessly dipped the pint glass for a final rinse and was washed over with warmth for him as her eyes settled the face she most wanted to see, she drew her hand from the water.

He had entered quietly, always quiet. She had served him drinks for months before learning his name. More months had passed before their first date. Suddenly sitting right in front of her, across the bar, he caught her off guard. She set the glass next to the others and fell into the liquid blue of his eyes. Time froze.

He looked at her hazel green eyes wordlessly. She had to suddenly stop wondering when she might see him as it registered that he was here now. Blushing as if he had heard her thoughts, she swallowed her smile, a vain attempt to look unsurprised. She could not lose his eyes.

Surely, no more than a second passed when time woke and slowly crept forward as he smiled, eyes lit with fire. The sound of Happy Talk Band flooded her head as sense of hearing came back, joined with the movement of time. "Light me a candle, to lady Dymph na, the saint...and on your way out, could you please loos..en my retsraints. For-get me not.""

The chatter of the other customers had faded in the background of his fiery, mischievious grin. A smile spilled out of her, a sound of surprised greeting passed her lips as time jerked back on its track.

The hello she managed sounded like a hiccup.

Regaining composure quickly, she jerked herself back into professional posture. "What can I get for you baby?" same way she said it to everyone.

That got her a playful frown; still, his eyes were smiling.

"You forgot my drink already?"

She smiled, said nothing, spun away; a ballerina in tight jeans and a black tank, lit in diaphanous cloud of light behind the bar, other people's cigarettes choking the clarity, she snagged a tall glass from the top shelf with one hand, the bottle of Goose with the other, turned back to the bar, put them down simultaneously, dipped down and grabbed the grapefruit juice from the cooler closing the door with her foot as she put the juice down next to the vodka, she looked him in the eye and he smiled as she blindly reached and filled the glass with ice, four count of vodka, then pink juice and threw it into the shaker and poured it back into the glass in a fluid rush without spilling a drop.

She carefully laid a white barnap on the blonde, polished wood in front of him. She picked up his drink in her right hand and looked at him as she pressed the cold glass toward her cleavage before presenting the perfectly blended beverage and setting it in the center of the napkin as if it were a personal offering from her heart.

No straw. The way he liked it.

He thanked her. Dim smoke stained light from the little bulb on the track over the bar shined down on him like a halo. The rough blue-grey cinderblock wall behind him managed to catch some of the blue of his eyes; for the moment it looked more blue than grey. Cold blue eyes sent a tiny shiver up her spine. Taking a small taste of her drink, he held her with those cool blues. She waited.

He got right to the point with a firm low voice, "What are your plans after work?"

Before she could think of anything clever to say "I have no plans." fell out of her mouth.

He stared at her. "I am taking you home with me tonight."

Her heart was pounding. His words pinned her feet to the floor. In a shy whisper she managed to respond "You'll have to wait for me. I have an hour left."

Hours had been spent thinking about this, and his heart was rushing secretly as he answered with silence. In order to maintian his cool composure, without a word, before she could reconsider, he took his drink and hoisted the grey backpack and walked beautifully away from her. She watched his old faded jeans as he crossed the red paint on the concrete floor to the table in the far corner of the dining room, turning quickly away as he chose his seat.

It was all she could do not to grab the hot spark, hold herself by the crotch knees buckling, and sink down to the floor behind the chrome keg cooler onto the black rubber matt behind the bar in the fetal position while his back was turned.

He took out his computer and placed it on the dingy brown table, seated himself on the chrome and red vinyl padded chair so that he could look up and watch her working, trying to forget he was there. Not staring too much, he had his own work to do and proceeded to get lost in his typing.

Ana attempted to dismiss him from her mind. She moved lightly between her customers carrying glasses, full and empty, back and forth, through the smell of Marlboro's mixed with beer, pizza, and summer drink-sweat. Glancing occasionally at his drink, she watched the slow progression of it's disappearence. She tried not to glance up above the bar at the icy glass over the face of the old clock in the iron frame as the hands did not seem to move...

Ana's relief showed up fifteen minutes early, good old Christopher of the graveyard crew, he was never late for his torturous four am shift. She was happy to see him. She wanted the night to end so it could begin; yet she was nervous about the man with the blue eyes watching her from the corner table.

He made her feel fifteen.

She glanced at him past the other customers...his look told her time was almost up.

She chased down all of the running tabs; avoiding talking to him about something as mundane as his drink price, she paid for Andrew. She took the money from her shift and dumped it in a green zippered pouch. She crammed her tips into her black leather purse uncounted. Christopher came behind the bar and looked around.

"Look's good, as always, Anastasia, you're a peach. Damn, did you have time to polish the bottles?"

"Yep, not too busy earlier tonight, hope you brought a book."

"Stay for a game of chess?"

"Not tonight Chris. I have plans."

She paused, her mind darted around this statement like a hummingbird, extracting the sweetness and meaning of the words.

"I will have one drink after I count out."

He looked at her questioningly, and she quickly put her finger to her lips and gave him a hushing look, took her money and went to the back.

Andrew watched the new bartender take the girls' place. His eyes followed as she vanished into the back office with the bank. He was leaning back in his chair with his an eye on the scuffed door when she emerged. He gave her a slight nod and she nodded back and held up an index finger signalling 'one' and pointing at the bar, hoping he would get the signal that she wanted one drink, that it was the proper thing to do. He smiled and nodded again, mirroring her gesture then turned back to the screen to wrap up his work.

She sat at the end of the bar with her back to Andrew's corner.

"What'll it be, pretty lady?" Chris was a charmer. She smiled and asked for a Stoli Madras, he made her a tall one. She could feel Andrew's hot eyes at her back, she wanted him to come sit with her, she could almost see in the mirror behind the bar...she did not look, practicing patience. Patience in turn was straining at the leash, a dog in heat. She was trying so hard not to turn around or squirm in her seat she did not see him until he was next to her.

She almost jumped when he touched her shoulder.

"No one can sneak up on me like you." she smiled as he pulled up the next barstool.

"Only one of my super powers." he said it quietly, close to her ear, so only she could hear, so Christopher would not hear. He was aware that Chris had also been watching her, looking at her ass in those jeans every chance he got. Ana was oblivious to everyone but Andrew. His voice was a wave that drowned the chatter of the crowd and went into her head. She loved the way he said things.

"Hmmm, what else you got?"

"I am taking you home with me tonight."

"That is what you said." Her face was pink as a schoolgirl caught with no panties. He loved the combination of her cocky attitude and the guilty-innocent flush of her skin.

His eyebrow raised slightly. "That is what I'll do."

She felt a little more confident and her inner flirt toook charge.

"What else will you do.?"

"I will whisper that in your ear. Later." She could feel the heat coming off of him as he leaned in close and spoke inches from her ear, silently moaning in delight, as the hot tingle ran up her spine she could feel the passion inside burning to a fever. Patience agonized over the fact that she drank faster than Andrew as he ordered another from Chris. Patience took her side again. She was the one who wanted to stay for one in the first place.

They sat and chatted with Chris for a half hour. Andrew declined another round and looked her in the eye and simply asked "Ready?"

"Yes, baby. Let's go."

He drove to his place. The house had been scoured, every corner was clean. Ana was known for her clean bar and he did not want her to think he was messy. The maid cancelling this week had not upset him. He had to do this himself. He had washed all the tiles in the kitchen and baths, he had even found time to steam clean the rugs. It was for himself as much as her, he liked his place clean.

She was silent as they entered. The place looked like a hospital, not the bachelor pad she expected at all, all of the surfaces were white, walls, floors, carpet, spartan white furniture and dark wood cabinetry, a stark, simple space. There was almost no furniture, a white futon in the living room, chrome stools around the island in the open kitchen...There was a faint smell of lavender and...clean. She was silent. She felt the lonely existance led in that still white house.

"Want the tour?"

It was more a proceedural offer than a question. She followed him as he gave each room a wave a name, "living room, kitchen, bathroom, my nerve center the office, guest bedroom, my room..."

He opened the door to his bedroom, and Ana felt faint.

There were candles in glass jars all over the room. The dim flickering danced shadows of roses and baby's breath on the walls. There were flowers all over the room and the radiant smell of soft petals hit her nose and erased all memory of the smoky bar, her daily existance. Everything in the room was white, white candles, walls, carpet, his bed was made with white sheets and pillows. All the color was in the blooms, dozens of white vases of red roses.

On the white bed was a hand picked boquet of baby blue forget me nots.

She looked at him, her gaze soft as she blinked the beginning of a tear away. He put his arms around her and pulled her close, she inhaled deeply, her face on his chest.

"Andrew. Your place is beautiful."

He ran his hand up the back of her neck gently and his fingers twisted in her hair as he got a grip at the base of her scalp. She inhaled sharply as he pulled her head back and kissed her neck roughly on the jugular.

"Now, I am taking you to my bed."

She smiled at him as he held her gaze with his eyes, still holding her hair in his hand. There was no arguement. He took her by the hand. She followed him through the door