Fire in the Hills
I saw her watching me as she bumped and swayed to the heavy
pounding beat. She watched me as I sat, long legs stretched out,
feet planted firmly on the burgundy industrial carpet. I had my drink
in my hand and my back to the bar as I sat and watched her watch me.
At first I thought she was playing some game with a lover;
a lover who had caused her some recent grief. Sheíd picked me out
as soon as sheíd arrived at the club that night. She reached the
top of the stairs and strode across the bar on long lean legs, full ass
swinging with each step. She glanced in my direction as she approached
the bar; a certain huffiness about her that said, "donít bother me, Iím
a royal bitch." Showing no outward expression, I looked off toward
the dance floor.
With her back to me safely now, I had the
pleasure of checking her out. She was a nice-looking woman -
no doubt. Long smoky brown hair falling in heavy waves around her
shoulders, the rounded ass snuggled up tight in faded denim. She
wore her jeans long over black pointy-toed cowboy boots. Very tasty
looking, very sexy.
She mustíve felt my eyes on her as she ordered her drink, for
she threw another ice pick my way with her steely gray stare and bounced
off through the crowd. Shaking my head slightly, I chuckled softly
to myself and sipped my drink. Some women take themselves way too
seriously. Not me, I was just out blowing off some end of the work
Friday couldnít have come too soon this time around.
The week had been hell. Monday started off with a nasty officer-involved
shooting; the officer involved being one of my green rookies. A simple
vandalism in progress call had rapidly evolved into a thirteen-year-old
boy with a wide hole in his chest. I donít think I would have mistaken
the spray paint can for a gun, but then I hadnít been a rook in over ten
years. I wanted nothing more than to spend a leisurely couple of
hours unwinding and watching the crowd.
As I scanned the dance floor mob, I caught her staring at me.
She was dancing with a tall blonde chick with a spiky haircut and staring
hard at me. Iíd seen this game before; in fact Iíd been the victim
of this little ploy on more than one occasion.
Donít ever dance with a woman whoís mad at you.
Especially if her reason for being angry has something to do with your
alleged wandering eyes. Itís legendary - she catches you or just
imagines that she has caught you resting your eyes somewhere they donít
belong. She has a small hissy and you try to appease her by taking
her out to the dance floor. Your intention: show her just how into
her you really are by taking her out on the floor for a public display
of your genuine attentiveness. Her retaliation: she will find a woman
sitting off to the side alone, catch her eye and proceed to give her the
full treatment. The whole hip shaking, ass wiggling, lip pouting, breast
heaving show while you stand like a dummy trying to prove to her that you
werenít flirting five minutes before.
Like I said, itís legendary and I was sure this long-legged
fox was putting on the same show for me right now. All the signs
pointed in that direction. She was wearing a black cowboy hat.
Not the ten-gallon cowpoke variety, but the sexy Rodeo Drive variety.
The brim was smaller and curved down in the front. She wore it low
down on her head and was watching me intently from underneath the brim.
The long ends of her loose, white button up blouse were knotted and pushed
into the top of her jeans. Her breasts stirred sensually under the
flowing loose cotton of her blouse.
I watched for a moment then looked away. Like I said,
I knew this game well and I wasnít about to be a party to her partnerís
humiliation. She could find another target for her jealous games.
I watched the top of the stairs for awhile; watched the ladies enter the
bar, look around briefly to get their bearings, then proceeded on into
the action. I found it fascinating to watch people adjust to their
A couple songs later and my eyes roamed back across to the
dance floor. She was still at it. But something wasnít right...she
was dancing with a different woman now and still staring me down.
I gave it right back this time...just to see where it would go. The
song ended and to my great surprise, she turned to her dance partner and
put a friendly hand on her shoulder in a gesture of what seemed to be gratitude.
Like "thanks for the dance, stranger". Maybe I had her pegged wrong
As the next song began she headed off toward the ladiesí room
while I followed with my appreciative eyes. She had a modelís willowy
figure. Halfway there she stopped to speak to a foursome of women
seated at a low table, they all greeted her warmly, some standing briefly
to peck her cheek. She carried on toward the ladiesí room and I turned
on my stool to order another drink.
When I turned around again she was there directly in my line
of sight, headed straight for me. I decided to play it cool.
I planted one boot firmly on the floor, cocked the other up on the wrung
of my stool and leaned my elbows back on the bar. She strutted toward
me presenting me with a beautiful view of her tanned, freckled cleavage.
She had readjusted in the ladies room and apparently it was for my benefit;
she was bringing it to me on a platter now.
I would be a liar if I said I was completely calm at that precise
moment. But it was my immediate goal to at least appear to be in
control, so I reached over for my drink and took a quick pull. She
stood in front of me now, watching me with that same intensity that had
seared me from the dance floor. I stared right back at her in silence;
this was her game...let her serve it up. Finally she spoke and the
honey just dripped off her tongue. Her words came sugarcoated in
the most delicious Southern accent.
"Hey there, gorgeous,Ē her voice was low and velvety.
In a flash my whole-preconceived notion of this woman melted to the ground.
The slate that had "royal bitch" previously chalked up on it, was wiped
as clean as the first day of school. "Hi, yourself," was about all
I could manage, just happy as hell that I hadnít choked on those two simple
"Buy you a drink?" she proposed. "Absolutely,Ē I replied,
my hand still wrapped around a fresh Bacardi and Coke. She moved
sideways abandoning her spot in front of me, approaching the bar to place
her order. She was cool, copping a move that even I had never thought
of. She didnít ask me what I was drinking...she ordered her drink
and asked the bartender to refresh mine. Smooth move, very much in
control. I filed that one away for future use.
Moving back to her spot in front of my outstretched legs she
handed me my drink, coolly ignoring the fact that I had a full drink sitting
beside me on the bar. This woman was surprising me with every classy
move she made. She carried herself with a refined elegance and an
air of complete self-assurance that lacked any hint of audacity.
"Iím Chris,Ē I said, holding my hand out to her. She
took my hand and squeezed gently replying, "My name is Cass. Itís
nice to meet you, Chris." She pulled her hand back slowly keeping
her beautiful gray eyes on me the whole time. "Youíre here by yourself
arenít you?" she asked, already knowing the answer. "I am.
And you... is there someone waiting for you back on the dance floor?"
She smiled shyly now as her cheeks colored deeply. "No, no one is
waiting for me." I sensed her embarrassment and realized she wasnít
quite as bold as she was trying to appear. "I saw you on the dance
floor. I like the way you move." I smiled at her trying to
ease her sudden shyness. My statement seemed to have the opposite
effect. Her color deepened and she lowered her eyes with a reserved
smile. "I was trying to get your attention," she said in that sweet
Now this was refreshing, I thought to myself - a devastatingly
beautiful woman who is not only classy, but shy and polite as well.
And here she was volunteering information that most women wouldnít give
up without a search warrant. She actually admitted that she was trying
to attract me. A warm feeling began to spread across my chest as
I looked into her eyes and invited her closer with a slight smile and dip
of the head.
She read me correctly and took a step in closer toward me.
She now occupied that triangle of space between my outstretched legs.
I reached out, took the glass from her hand and set it down on the bar
behind me. A fast salsa type song ended and a slower sultry song
began to play. She looked at me with a questioning look, her eyes
motioning toward the crowded dance floor. I let my eyes burn into
hers, and slowly closed my legs a bit trapping her into tighter quarters.
Now she was feeling my vibe. She let her left hand drop
down onto my right thigh as she began to sway slightly with the music.
I closed my strong legs tighter now so that with every lean and sway of
her hips she was pressing into my inner thighs. I felt my stomach
flutter with a trace of excitement and cocked my head back slightly not
taking my eyes off her face. This private dance continued and she
reached her right hand out and caught hold of my waist at hip level.
She hooked her thumb down into the top of my jeans and seized me firmly
by the waist. The music rocked on as I reached for my drink and took
a heavy pull. Replacing the glass I leaned my elbows on the bar behind
me and slowly arched my back, pressing my hips forward toward her now insistent
Now totally aware of the sexual play that was unfolding
before me, I dropped my eyes to her breasts and let them linger.
Seeing my gaze change direction and my jaw tighten, she began to wriggle
her shoulders slightly, causing her supple, generous breasts to ripple
under her open blouse. I pulled my gaze away from her breasts and
our eyes locked once more.
Pulling my elbows off the bar, I reached for her and wrapped
my hands around her slender waist and pressed my legs even tighter around
her swaying body, now holding her completely captive. "Letís go,"
I said nodding toward the dance floor.
I stood and led her across the room and up the steps
to the crowded floor. Our bodies pressed together and moved with
the beat for a few moments. Cass moved in toward me and purred hotly
into my ear, "You have a gorgeous physique, Chris." By this time
I was on fire and her warm sexy breath in my ear nearly pushed me over
the edge. I pulled her in close with my hand at her back and felt
her warm heavy breasts pushing against mine. Breathing in her fresh
clean scent, I spoke softly into her ear, "Weíre wasting time here...come
home with me right now." I felt her body tense up against me and
cursed myself for speaking too soon. Pulling back I searched her
face expecting signs of hesitation, instead I found her eyes heavy-lidded
Suddenly she let her arms fall from around my neck and took
my hands in hers. She searched my eyes intently with her own; I waited
for the question that was on her lips. But she kept silent, biting
down on her bottom lip. There was something she wanted to say...or
ask; I knew the look but didnít press it. Finally a sly smile crossed
her ruby lips and she pulled me off the dance floor and towards the door.
My car was parked right out front. I deposited her safely
in the leather bucket seat, hopped in next to her and sped off into the
night. I punched on the CD player immediately. Now that we
were alone, speeding through the darkened streets it hit me that it had
been quite awhile since I had had a casual one-night stand. Suddenly
at a loss for words, I turned the volume up and concentrated on maneuvering
my car through the tight twists and turns of the Hollywood Hills.
My concentration shattered as Cass turned sideways in her
seat and began to wreak havoc on my sense of confident self-control.
She leaned over and ran her warm hand over the entire length of my thigh.
Then she tickled playfully around my neck and in my hair, and traced a
ruby-nailed finger slowly over my lips. "I imagine youíre a very
good kisser...you have very sensual lips. Has anyone ever told you
Now, Iíd had a wealth of sexual experience in my thirty-two
years, but I hadnít been this worked up in a long time. It took every
bit of control I could muster to keep myself from whipping the car over
to the side of the road and grabbing her right there in the front seat.
She leaned into me close now and began to lowly purr out her
attraction and desire. The overpowering combination of her long nails
grazing the sensitive skin of my inner forearms and her hot breath whispering
in my ear caused a riot in my brain and it took a mighty and concentrated
effort just to keep my car in the correct lane of traffic. Finally,
my house came into view. I pulled into the long driveway and shut the car
down. She waited while I came around to open the door for her.
To Be Continued...
©S. J. Perkins