The Reality of Dichotomies (Whispered Desire & Tyr)

[Tyr]

There wasn't much to say about the place, the sign that hung outside blinked and flickered, it’s best days well behind it, several of the letter now just dark lines. Some one staring for a moment would realize that even with the darkened letters the sign said ‘The Stockade’. A bar, bordering on saloon, at the front had not horses lined up, but a long row of motorcycles, and the not one of them an aerodynamic Asian imports or crotch rocket. No the majority of bikes bore the name ‘Harley Davidson’ though most did look the same as when they rolled off the production line, as many had obviously undergone extensive customizing.

The place was somewhat lit, with floodlight from various corners of the building lighting the surrounding area, mostly projecting onto the area the bikes were parked in. Several large men, in leathers vest, jeans, and even leather chaps hung outside talking and drinking. Amongst the men was an occasional woman, who seemed to be similarly attired, expect she wore tight jeans and low cut tops. The atmosphere was obviously jovial and friendly as the crowd laughed and joked as they stood about. Many had both hands full, one with a bottle of beer or a bottle of hard liquor, and a cigarette in the other. Someone passing by would pick up that distinctive acrid smell that not all the cigarettes might be of the legal kind. When the door opens, as people move to and fro, a blare of old fashion heavy metal music can be heard.

Inside ‘The Stockade’, the place wasn’t exceptionally well lit, and tended to be on the dim side for the most part. There was a large raised bar, with stools in front of it, several pool tables and dart boards in one section, and a few chairs and seat in another. Though there were quite a few men about, there too were not quite but almost as many women in the place. The crowd may have looked rough, but there seemed to be no imminent fights, or out of control arguments going on. There was noise as the juke box, one of the more up to date electronic kind, but made to look old fashion played The Who in the background.

One man sitting, and another one standing at the bar talking. The guy sitting had an attractive girl hanging off of him as she stood next to him, almost draped over him as the two men talked. Even though the man was sitting it was clear he was tall, probably close to 6’4” if he stood up. The man's standing was Paul. The conversation they were engaged in seemed to revolve around astronomy of all things.

 

[Whispered Desire]

Rebecca "Becca" Jones had left her last stop, visiting one of her best friends in another town on her way home from the two week vacation she'd been on. She'd finally decided to take the much needed break away from her job in town, and from her boyfriend of the past three years, Steven Carter.

Steven was a wonderful man that she had met during her work at the library and they'd begun dating. He was interesting, fun to be with and very much a gentlemen but there were other aspects about him that the green eyed woman had found to be less than desirable. Despite the fact, she continued to see him because in her mind, the good qualities had outweighed the negatives. She had decided to go on vacation to her home town to visit family and friends and stop along the way to visit with other friends who had, like her, moved out of their home town looking for something bigger and better. Becca had lucked into finding a part time job at the college library while attending classes there and still worked there full time as she found the pay to be rather good at least until she could find a job that would utilize her chosen course of study. While photo journalism paid well, the work was not always steady and even downright slim and far between, but working the library allowed her time for both and quite frankly money wasn't her biggest concern. Her parents had seen to it that she would be well taken care of before they had been killed in an accident that would leave Becca alone, and ultimately, lead her to move away from her small home town.

The twenty seven year old looked at the sign on the interstate, another fifty miles and she'd be home. Before she would go home though, she had made a promise to herself. And she intended to keep that promise. She simply could not return to Steven without finding out for herself if the old cliche' was true. Was grass really greener on the other side? While Steven wasn't a bad lover, he was more the gentleman type, standard missionary position and the whole nine yards. He didn't even like oral sex, which Becca had found to be boring on both the receiving and giving end of the spectrum. Becca had simply decided that before she returned home, she was going to stop somewhere, dressed in the outfit that her best friend Sally had bought her for "When you break up with Steven" as Sally was convinced that sooner or later Becca would break up with Steven, he was just too tame and she was certain that his constant nit picking at Becca about his not wanting her to wear make up, dressing properly and not reading materials that he thought were inappropriate for Becca would drive the dark haired girl out of his arms and into someone else's. While Becca wasn't willing to admit yet that was happening, if she were going to find out it would be now, before she chickened out or never.

She turned off the interstate and headed towards "The Stockade." She'd been by it a thousand times, had always seen the biker gangs there and noted how the women seemed to really be unabashed at how they dressed but the life style had always appealed to her. She rather seemed to think it bore a certain freedom that her own at times mundane life did not. When she wheeled her red acura nsx into the parking lot she would note that as per the usual, the parking lot was lined with Harley Davidson motorcycles. And it looked as though the place was full too. She had decided that this would be the place where she would let her hair down, just once before returning to Steven. She simply had to know what it was like to just walk into a place like this and experience it's ambiance and well, to see if she could turn a head or two and possibly even, for the first time in her life pick someone up for a one night stand. The idea thrilled her despite the fact that she'd never been overly confidant so tonight was also a test for her, one which she hoped to pass although she would certainly be her own worst critic.

Shutting the motor down she stepped out of the car, tugging lightly on the dark jeans that fit her curvacious five foot six inch frame and felt like they had been painted onto every one of her curves. She had purposely worn the leather top that Sally had gifted her with, and she'd applied make up that would have made Steven shudder although she herself did not think it to be a lot. The top left little to the imagination, being cut extremely low, her ample breasts all but spilling out of it. Had Steven even so much as seen it, let alone seen her in it, he'd have lost his mind over it and deemed it as inappropriate attire while Becca had simply loved it and vowed to some day wear it.

Her some day had arrived.

She took a deep breath to calm her nerves then moved towards the front door and noted the distinct smell of something she'd given up upon having met Steven. It had felt like forever since she'd actually partaken in the illegal substance but she'd forget it soon enough as she moved past where the scent was wafting from and pulled the door open. The inside was rather dim and she would hear the familiar words "Who the fuck are you " being sung by Roger Daltrey.

Becca slid into the first empty stool that she could find and she'd catch the bartender's eye. Having ordered a seven and seven while she waited for the bartender to get back with her drink, she looked around the room and couldn't help but find it interesting that the people right beside her were engaged in a conversation of all things, astronomy. It wasn't something she'd have expected to hear being discussed inside of "The Stockade" and now waiting for her drink, she'd turn on her stool slightly not interrupting the conversation but listening with some slight interest as she knew a thing or two about astronomy. Being a librarian had left her with plenty of time to read. She noticed the two men, and another female. Of the two men, Becca found the one standing to be the more attractive of the two although she'd have no idea if he was or wasn't there with someone else already so she sat in the dimly lit bar, looking around and listening to the conversation in the back round.

 

[Tyr]

For the most part the same people came and went from this bar, and though there was the occasional person who stopped off the highway to quench a parched palate, it wasn’t the norm. What made the eyes follow the new customer of ‘The Stockade, was the natural inclination to watch a sexy girl go by. Most of the men and even a few of the girls, checked her out, and most made no effort to hide their visual inspection of her. Though for the most part none really smiled or welcomed her, as she was a stranger, an outsider, almost an intruder to this establishment. A few of the guys smirked as she passed on her way to the bar.

The two men engage in a conversation about the solar system, Paul looked once, and then returned to his beer and the discussion. The man with the woman adhered to him, took the longest look, though she didn’t know his name, most everyone called him Bulldog. Bulldog gave her a coy smile, before returning to the ongoing heated dialogue. The men seemed to be discussing which planetary body if any of them could be habitable for life.

While the sexy thing sashayed across the bar and put her pretty ass in a seat, another tattooed gentleman, obviously the bartender came up from behind the bar, and inquired as to her needs.

What’s your poison baby?

The comment was a little cruder than she would have gotten someplace else, but it was clear it wasn’t meant in any rude or demeaning fashion, it was just the way the guy spoke. As he waits for her response, he wipes the bar counter, setting a small napkin down, and moving a small bowl of salted peanuts in her direction.

Looking around she would see various beer advertising signs, which went from the mundane to very fancy. Also, plastered across the walls were bike parts that seemed to be the main theme of décor for this bar. The music continued to fill the place, as did sounds of victory and loss that came from the pool tables and dartboards. The crowd seemed boisterous, though it wasn’t violent in nature but comradely in nature as they clearly played hard. The language being used was obviously colorful, loud and vulgar at times. Becca was waiting for her drink when the biker who at first seemed to ignore her, made a comment.

So are you as smart as you look?

 

[Whispered Desire]

Becca looked around the bar, taking in the decor and noting that it had all of the aura of a biker bar. From the loud music to rowdy group that was gathered, it exuded what she would have thought a biker bar to be although she'd never been in one. The men appeared to be having a good time and the women seemed more than happy to just be there hanging on their men or even engaging in a game of pool or darts, neither of which Becca was proficient in.

Becca had noticed that other than a few odd glances and something akin to a smirk from the rather large man sitting closest to her engaged in the conversation, that not too many of the people inside seemed friendly let alone that they'd really paid much attention to her other than to give her a once over before going back to whatever they were doing before she'd grabbed a stool. Her thoughts where broken though when she heard a voice from beside of her and upon looking realized it was the biker who was standing beside her. She'd guess him to be considerably taller than possibly standing close to fairly a full foot taller than her.

So are you as smart as you look?

She cocked her head as she turned to see steely eyes peering down at her. Even dressed as she was he'd referred to her as looking as though she was smart, definitely not the look she was going for but perhaps the fact that she wasn't a regular here had indicated to him that she wasn't just some dumb broad who had wondered in off the street. Although now dressed differently than usual, she would most likely still give the impression that she had an air of classiness about her.

She would look away only briefly in order to flash the tattooed bartender a smile when he'd brought her drink, once again calling her baby. Becca had sort of enjoyed the way he said it, as it made her not feel so out of place surrounded by the bikers and their women.

Dark green eyes stared up at the man towering over her seated frame for a moment as though she had lost her voice simply because she was having a hard time believing he had spoken to her but she would find her voice and when she did those luscious lips would curve upwards into a rather playful smile.

"Actually" she said in a seemingly confident tone although she was certain everyone in the room would be able to sense her trepidation over being in the bar to begin with let alone speaking to a biker "as a matter of fact, yes, I am."

As soon as she said the words she would take a long pull from her drink, the warm alcohol sliding down her throat, Becca hoping it would help to calm her nerves quickly.

 

[Tyr]

The eyes of Paul sparkled as he heard the young woman’s quick retort to his inquiry, so he smiled back with a devilish grin. A girl didn’t just walk into a bar like this or dress like she did if she didn’t want attention. All he was trying to figure out, was she some stupid horny bitch, or something a little more interesting. Over the years he’d seen married housewives, high school girls, and just about anything else with a hole between its legs wanting to get some biker meat. Still this thing was pleasing to the eyes, now all he had to figure out was what was her game. Simply because he had no issue about filling some good looking girl with his meat. Life was to fucking short to have hangups he thought.

Why don’t you come over here and help Bulldog and me with our discussion. It seems he thinks he right, and I know he’s wrong. Plus, we’ll see if you’re as smart as you claim to be.

The tall biker, Paul was confident, and at ease as he invited the newest customer of the ‘The Stockade’ to join in the conversation. To clearly hear what was being said she would have to sit right in front of Paul or stand between Paul and Bulldog, either way ever one would need to be close to be heard. So as Paul waited to see the girl's reaction to his invitation, he continued as if it was a foregone conclusion.

I’m Paul, and that’s Bulldog, and that back there is Kelly. So what’s your name sweetheart?

A roar of approval came from the pool area, as one the girls removed her top, obviously some bet was won or loss. The girl didn’t seem shy, and was now using the loss of her top, as a means to distract the shooter, which was drawing some heated banter amongst the participants. Even though there was now a topless girl in the bar, it didn’t seem to draw any great amount of attention, or comment about decency, where in other places this could cause issues. The topless girl was soon leaning over the table, letting her amble chest dangle and saying something that couldn’t be heard through the noise, though the lusty look she was giving the shooter was pretty obvious.

 

[Whispered Desire]

Becca watched the one named Paul intently for a reaction to her statement and she would note the smile that graced his handsome features when she had made her comment. She would try to maintain the gaze that held her eyes to the rather large bikers but found herself demurely looking away and taking another rather long pull from her drink this time.

Why don’t you come over here and help Bulldog and me with our discussion. It seems he thinks he right, and I know he’s wrong. Plus, we’ll see if you’re as smart as you claim to be.

He'd made the invitation for her to join the conversation although for her to join in she would need to stand very close to him or sit directly in front of him. She swallowed hard, and although her pulse would quicken, green eyes would lock to his and she would move with her drink in hand, her much shorter frame brushing against his as she moved past him to stand between the two men in the limited amount of space that was provided.

Becca nodded as introductions were made, finding it odd that he had referred to the other female as "that" although it wouldn't be the first time she'd ever heard an introduction made that way but she simply stated "Nice to meet y'all, I'm Becca." Although Becca's parents had moved her from the deep south when she was a child, some of the lingo had remained in tact as she still had relatives there.

Becca's attention was turned though as she heard the roar of the crowd and she'd turn her head to see what all of the commotion was about before looking back away not so much out of modesty but rather that it had come as no surprise to her to see an event like that occurring in a biker bar. Her thoughts on what a biker bar would be were pretty on the mark and she was rather pleased with herself.

She felt a bit uncomfortable standing so close to the two bikers, feeling almost as though there was little to no distance between their bodies and she wasn't certain if it were actually that warm in the bar, or if it was possibly just the blush that had chosen that moment to rise to her cheeks. Not to be deterred with her game though, she forced herself to speak again.

"So, what exactly is it that you both think that you are right about?"

Another shot of liquid courage passed through those mocha stained lips before she finished the thought "Since the discussions about astronomy, I'm positive that I have the answer." She would say the words as a matter of fact since she'd always been fascinated with astronomy and was certain that she was well versed in the matter. Although she would appear confident in her statement and actions, her lithe form would almost feel as though she were trembling with sheer excitement.

 

[Tyr]

The girl hanging off of Bulldog had her breasts pressed into him, and her hands running down his body, as if trying to get his attention away from the discussion and onto her. The more he ignored her, the more she seemed to work to increase her boldness. The banter though heated, seemed to be friendly as the two men tried to stump each other. So both men smirked when the young sexy woman quipped that she would know the answers. Both of them seemed to stare at her a moment considering her rather bold statement, and of course comparing that with what they observed and as their eyes visually inspected her. Paul continued to smirk as he explained what they were doing.

Well good, it’s a simply game we’re playing. The person declares the dollar amount of the question or some other service such as wash my bike, and the other can accept of deny, if they accept than they must answer the question correctly or pay up. Today we agreed to make the topic astronomy.

It was obvious that they had been going back and forth for a while. The two men just kept a running tab as they played as to who owed what to whom. The men obviously enjoyed the game, and the money and such was just a way to keep score and to have bragging rights, as they felt brotherhood towards each other. It was Bulldog’s turn so he continued the game.

The question is for $20.00, are you willing to take it.

Paul didn’t even blink, as he just responded right back.

Sure, go for it, can’t imagine there’s much you could know that I don’t.

Bulldog feigned a frown at his friend’s accusation, but it was immediately diverted, by a lustful kiss from Kelly and a hand moving down his front. Bulldog broke the impromptu kiss, and almost pushed Kelly away, though he left the hand in his lap, as he gave Paul his question.

Okay, what is the Latin word for the sun?

For a moment Paul seemed to consider the question, and then with a knowing look quickly answered back.

I believe that would be Sol I think.

Damn, you’re right.

Okay so it's my turn.

Paul said as he considered his next question.

Okay this is for $40.00, and the only reason I think you can answer this is you can use your fingers.

Sure go for it.

Bulldog responded as he reached around an affectionately squeezed Kelly’s ass with his large hand. Just as Paul was about to ask his question, another sound of triumph went up as the second girl at the pool table lost her top.

Alright, how many planets are there in our solar system, and I don’t mean little one? Real planets.

Bulldog laughed because he was surprised that the question would be so easy for the amount of money offered.

Well nine of course.

Wrong!

Paul said amused by his friend’s answer.

What!

Bulldog said in shock, not believing that he got it wrong. So Bulldog stared at Becca and asked her.

Is he right?

 

[Whispered Desire]

As Becca listened to Paul describe how the game between them worked she'd have been a fool to not notice the way that Kelly literally threw herself at Bulldog as though she wanted him to simply ignore his conversation with Paul. Bulldog seemed undaunted though as he pushed the needy woman away but allowed her hand to remain buried in his lap.

Paul, having made light work of Bulldog's question now had his turn at asking the question, the bet being for forty dollars. She sipped on her drink, her eyes once again being diverted to the round of noise at the pool table that interrupted Paul's next question. When he'd finally ask it, and Bulldog seemed confident of his answer she would grin slightly along with Paul when he said Wrong!

Bulldogs confused look fell upon her and he questioned whether his friend was right or wrong. Of course, Paul had been correct and Becca was rather proud of herself for knowing the correct answer.

"Paul is correct, there are not nine planets in our solar system." She would go on to explain to the rather large biker named Bulldog "In 2006 the IAU or, International Astronomical Union declared there are only eight planets, Pluto is now categorized as a dwarf planet."

She smiled rather brightly, knowing that her answer was correct and confident that there was nothing about the subject that she would not know.

 

[Tyr]

With a disgruntled look, Bulldog voiced his displeasure and defeat. It was obvious he didn’t like the answer he heard, and the bar’s newest customer backing it up didn’t help the matter.

Fuck that! That’s such bullshit! I’ll just have to kick your dumb ass on something else next week I’m out! Get someone else to pick on today.

As Bulldog surrendered in his game with Paul, Kelly was whispering to Bulldog that she’d make it up to him, and make sure he forgot all about the game. Even in front of Becca and Paul, Kelly was rubbing Bulldog’s crotch in a distinct effort to get and keep his attention. Paul seemed confident and assured as he spoke.

Well then, I guess I have won, unless there is someone else who wants to play?

Paul voiced it out to those around him, but it was evident that either no one was interested or no else was paying attention to his offer. Though in truth, he really was only doing it to see if the sexy girl was interested, if for no other reason than to engage her a bit in conversation. Paul was no expert on the subject, just one of those guys that liked to watch the science shows and read on occasion, something that didn’t always mesh with his biker persona. Still being a biker, didn’t mean you had to be stupid.

 

[Whispered Desire]

Becca laughed, her green eyes dancing with merriment as she watched Bulldogs reaction to her revelation that Paul was correct. Although he appeared to sulk just a bit over having lost, the chick Kelly sought to console him in a rather different way. Becca paid no attention to it as she heard Paul inquiring if any of his cohorts wanted to take on another bet.

It appeared that no one wanted to take the bet or simply their attentions lied elsewhere but the biker named Paul intrigued her, and there was something about the way his gaze had fallen upon her more than once that had allowed her to see those steely eyes peering at her so closely.

Of course they were standing close, The Stockade was packed. Even for her to hear the conversation she'd had to sandwich herself between Paul and Bulldog and now with Bulldog out of the game she turned completely so that she was directly in front of Paul facing him when she responded.

"You haven't won yet." She began with a small smile painted on her lips as she tossed her long hair over her shoulder "I'll play." She finished lightheartedly.

Becca was rather enjoying herself more than she'd have even realized was possible before having left for vacation and she was pleased that she had made the decision to stop and have some damn fun for once before returning home, and to see Steven.

 

[Tyr]

The sexy young thing quickly and apparently eagerly took up his challenge and offered to play him. Paul smiled because from her last response he realized that she would be a challenge, and in all likelihood he might lose, but if he was going to lose, it was always better to do so against a hot sexy girl, than some hairy ass ugly biker guy. So he quickly accepted her participation.

Good. Since you’ve never played do you want to ask first or answer? Lady's choice.

Were before he’d only given her a cursory look over, he now sized up his challenger, his eyes boldly inspecting her from head to toe, obviously enjoying the view. This wasn’t a physical competition, but he might just psyche her out by being so forward in his inspection of her body, making no effort to hide it in the least.


Now you don’t have to if you don’t want to. And if you do, that’s fine to. I always like girls that aren’t afraid and willing to take some risk. So what’s it going be?

Paul made no effort to give her move room, or to step back. Instead he kept the close proximity, as he inquired as to her intent. Bulldog having withdrawn from the game was kissing his girl and had a hand groping the girl’s tit, as he obviously was distracted. Because he hadn’t left, Becca really had little choice but to stay close to Paul.

 

[Whispered Desire]

Becca stood close to Paul, not being able to help notice his eyes straying over her form. The way that he looked at her was indicative of the fact that the biker whom she had thought to be rather hot, was indeed now checking her out. She glanced away, having never really been overly confident where her own looks had been concerned and was grateful when the bartender appeared with her second drink.

"Here you go baby, just let me know when you're ready for another."

She flashed him a smile and downed the drink rather quickly, but her ears perked up when Paul mentioned the bet being ladies choice, and that he liked girls who were willing to take risks.

And after all, she was at The Stockade because she was pushing herself to take risks. Although she wanted to take a step back away from Paul to put some distance between them, she stood fast. She couldn't have moved if she had wanted to, as Bulldog and Kelly were still there and apparently otherwise occupied.

Standing so close to Paul made Becca uncomfortable but at the same time she found it to be rather exciting and she thought it odd that it was so easy to push Steven to the back of her mind while she conversed with the biker. She wanted to make a bet with him, one that would show her to be more than just some chick passing through but as it was her first time to ask the question, she stuck with cash. She had just enough left on her from vacation to bump the bet to fifty bucks.

"Lady's choice." she mused over the words softly, then added "I believe I'll ask the question." She said the words with a sly grin plastered on her pretty face.

"If you're man enough to take the bet for fifty bucks" she grinned, brave words indeed for the small female standing in front of the rather large biker "How many of our earths would it take to equal the mass of our sun?"

There was no way the biker would get this right and she'd be up fifty bucks. She nodded at the bartender to hit her with another drink as she sat her glass down, waiting for Paul to either accept or reject her bet.

 

[Tyr]

Standing stoically, Paul simply waited and watched to see what the young woman would say or do. She seemed to take a long sip on her drink seemingly fortifying herself. Paul was pretty sure if he just said ‘boo’ that she would jump and run away. Still he really didn’t want to see her leave just yet; there was just something about her that suggested there would be more. Of course that might have been because her attire she selected made her look like she wanted to fuck, and that wouldn’t have bothered him in the least if he got between her sexy legs.

So he listened to her question, and knew it wasn’t an easy one. Still it wasn’t impossible, yet it wasn’t easy. It really was a $50 dollar type question. Paul had been a very good student until he reached high school, at that time he discovered bikes and broads his two favorite things, and school just didn’t seem as important. Still he had an excellent memory, and he’d select a science channel as often as he would the porn channel. Though he’d never studied astronomy, he remembered the narrator saying all kinds of cool facts about the solar system, plus what he'd read, now all he needed to remember what was said. So for a moment he thought, and he remembered there were two things volume and mass, they were different, which was it? Then he remembered and he smiled, because he knew the answer, and decided to give the wrong answer, for no other reason, than to lull her into a sense of security.

Isn’t it like one million times?

He remembers that the mass was about 333,000 times, and the volume 1.3 million, but that wasn’t what he said. So he waited for her to pounce knowing she’d be happy that she’d won, and just maybe make her a little over confident allowing him to take advantage of it later. Sometimes you had to give a little, like when fishing, without bait you couldn’t get the fish. It wasn't the individual battle that mattered it was the war.

 

[Whispered Desire]

Becca finished her drink as Paul pondered the question, motioning for the bartender to hit her again while she waited. It had been some time since Becca had drank much as Steven simply didn't drink. Steven was a great guy for the most part, caring and attentive but at times he also bordered on boring and it was the hardest aspect of their relationship for Becca to deal with. It had also been the reason why she'd not said yes when he'd asked her to marry him, she having talked with him about it at some great length and explaining that she just didn't think that marriage was something two people should rush into and Steven was old fashioned and didn't believe in living together before they got married, so their relationship while good, was also at times strained.

Becca watched Paul intently, her eyes straying from time to time over his tall handsome frame although she'd force her eyes back to his face and caught how he smiled before he gave his response. He'd seemed rather confident with that smile but then his answer threw her off a bit as she'd fully expected him to know the answer by the way that he had smiled.

Her smile broadened then, a sly smile.

"Wrong!" Becca exclaimed proudly. "It would take about 333,000 of our earths to make up the mass of our sun."

It looked like the biker would have to pay up. Her drink came, and she took a rather slow pull from it, well pleased with herself as her eyes twinkled lightly while she gazed upon Pauls rather large towering frame above her. Her eyes coasted from his head to feet then returned, stopping to gaze at his face. The thought entered her mind rather briefly that unlike Steven, Paul would probably be a whole hell of a lot of fun to fuck and most undoubtedly, he'd enjoy much more than standard missionary sex.

A smile tugged at her lips but she'd force her gaze to fall back on Paul's face as she pushed the thought out of her mind.

"You game for more?" She smirked lightly "Or, have you had enough already?" She said the words lightheartedly, those emerald eyes sparkling from the pure enjoyment of having some fun for once.

 

[Tyr]

The sexy young woman’s smile increased as she realized his error. So as she proudly proclaimed his mistake, Paul just stood there and looked at her with consternation on his failure. Still when she smiled he did smile back coyly, as he began to flirt with her. When she checked him out he didn’t say a thing but waited for her to complete her inspection. So when she asked if he was game for more, he answered back.

I’m always game for more, and I can never get enough.

The way he said it, hinted that he meant more by the comment, than just the game they were engage in. So he smirked and he very briefly considered her question, before he answered.

Sure, let’s go further and see how far we can take this.

The double meaning of words continued, as he picked up the beer bottle on the bar and took a nice long draw on it, before he set it back down again. All the while he kept his eyes on her, while he thought of his next question.

Well you seem to be knowledgeable, obviously brains and a body, so how about a question for $30. What type of star is our sun?

Paul wasn’t asking hard questions, not that he knew really hard ones, but he wanted to keep it easy for now, and let her think he was just another average guy. The question asked, he picked up his beer again, and worked to finish it off, while he waited her answer.

 

[Whispered Desire]

Paul's next few comments were obviously meant to be fun, a sense of flirting laced within the words. Becca gave a sly smile as he spoke, noting that when she'd checked him out he'd not bothered to divert his eyes when she had done it but rather he continued with his steady stare as she replied to his comment with a grin.

"Well, one can never get enough, can they?"

Although Becca felt the warm flush of a blush trying to rise to her cheeks, she did her best to ignore it and instead took another drink from her glass, this time taking a much slower pull from it as she was beginning to relax a bit more than when she'd walked into the bar some minutes ago. The teasing tone in his voice attached to the light smirk on his face pulled her into his next comment and she'd find herself unable to resist replying again. It had been since before Steven had entered her life since she'd flirted with anyone but it was a learned art that one never forgot, no matter how long it had been. Sort of like riding a bike, it was simply something one didn't forget.

"Oh, I think that we can take it as far as you want to go with it."

Becca couldn't help but notice how Paul's eyes held a certain something when he smiled and for a moment she wondered what it would be like to have those steely eyes gazing at her if...

She shivered lightly, her thoughts being interrupted then when she realized that Paul had just said obviously brains and a body and for a moment she was stunned that he'd made the comment as she certainly thought her own body to be less than perfect and that the biker found it to be pleasing to the eye and that he had mentioned anything regarding it quite simply put, taken her off guard. Her smile would continue to light the room with Paul's gaze upon her. Somehow Bulldog and Kelly, along with the rest of the bar seemed to just be present in the back round as Becca listened to Paul.

"Well you seem to be knowledgeable, obviously brains and a body, so how about a question for $30. What type of star is our sun?

Becca mulled the question over as once again that glass would be tipped to those soft pillowy lips as she took a moment to double check the answer that had immediately come to her. Yes, she was certain that she was correct.

"For thirty bucks? Sure, piece of cake. Our sun is a G2 main spectral star."

She grinned then, finishing off her drink and setting the glass on the bar for the bartender to bring her another when he found a moment, before turning back to Paul standing what seemed to be even closer to him now although earlier she'd have not thought it possible but with everyone seeming to vie for the bartenders attention all at once, the immediate bar area had become a very popular place within the past few moments.

"That one was almost too easy."

She said the words as a smirk danced across her fair features.

"So, what else do you have for me, Paul?"

 

[Tyr]

She easily answered his question, which was what he expected, and she was right it was almost too easy, but that to was on purpose. Not that he was giving that away, as they continued their game. Though his pocket was getting a little lighter with each answer he gave. Still it wasn’t critical he made good money, and he was willing to lose a little if it served his purpose. Almost staring intently he watched her reaction to his compliment, and it was hard to tell how she felt about it, though it must not have offended her because she hadn’t left and was asking him what he had for her. As he had no reason to dial it back, he continued with his bold and confident posture.

Oh I think I have got a lot for the right girl, who isn’t afraid of some risk.

The bartender brought her another drink, and him another beer, few things help inhibitions then an adequate supply of liquor. The young woman wasn’t pounding them, but neither was she holding back, even when she slowly sipped on her next drink. If she had some fear, or concern, she was working up her courage he thought. Time was on his side, so he just continued with their game, seeing where it went. The room was getting even louder as the raucous games continued on the other side of the bar. There seemed to be even less clothing on the two girls at the pool table. So he moved even closer, such that she was occasionally touching her as he spoke. He was now invading her private space as he talked.

So I think it’s your turn what have you got for me?

He looked deeply into her eyes while he reminded her it was her turn to ask the question. Only standing but inches away at best, he stood straight not shy or concerned about his proximity to her. With confidence, he just titled his head down at her and awaited her next question or response. The smile he gave was a smirk as if challenging her, as if he knew what she was hiding or was afraid to say. One of Paul's hands was on his beer the other, reaching out and touching her shoulder as leaned in and reminded her it was her turn.

 

[Whispered Desire]

Becca mulled over his statement, the word risk sticking out in her mind. When she was younger she'd taken lots of unnecessary risks but since having met Steven she'd gotten into a steady rhythm of normalcy to some extent although at times bordering on what she deemed to be, directly put, boring. Which is what had led her to stop here in this place, dressed as she were in an outfit that she wouldn't normally wear on her day job at the library, or even on a date with Steven. Steven, sweet Steven, a simple man who was kind and loving but in many ways it was because of him that she was here now, taking a risk. And although Becca knew it was a risk, she was having fun and the risk only added to the thrill of being at The Stockade, with the intent to pick up some handsome guy.

She'd really forgotten about wanting to see if she could pick up some one out of the blue by now as she was having far too much fun being engaged in conversation with the hunk biker Paul. The fact that they now were standing so close together that she'd often times feel him brushing against her, or her against him added a certain different thrill to the mix and she could not help but smile back at him with that same twinkle in those green orbs.

"I'd love to see just how much you've got."

She took a breath to steady herself realizing just how that may have sounded coming out of her mouth but it shot a small thrill through her all the same.

" I'm not afraid of taking some risks, after all that's what makes life fun, right?"

The only problem that Becca saw at this point was the fact that she was returning from vacation, in no particular hurry to arrive home as she still had a few days left before she would have to be back to work, and she'd not informed Steven she was returning so soon, but she actually had little cash left on her as it were. She'd merely wanted some time away from her rather at times, mundane life. While she had plenty of money in the bank, she'd not thought she'd need anymore before returning home as she didn't know she'd be playing a betting game, and obviously, there was no mac machine in sight.

It was then that she felt the phone in her back pocket vibrating and as she reached for it, a rather zealous drunk needing a fresh drink had chosen just then to walk up to the bar, apparently not giving a damn that he'd just pushed Becca right into Paul's rather tall form. She attempted to move slightly away from Paul to put some measure of distance between them although it appeared to be a lost cause. With the phone in her hand she'd glance at the caller ID, note that it was Steven trying to call and she pushed the phone into the pocket she retrieved it from without answering it, once again her lithe form having no choice but to press against Paul's as she did so.

"So I think it’s your turn what have you got for me?"

Maybe it was because the bar had filled up and there was no room to move away, or just the fact that she rather enjoyed feeling herself brushing up against him randomly she wasn't sure, but she made no further effort to distance herself from him after that. Instead she gazed up into those eyes peering down at her from above. He was several inches taller than her, almost making her wish she'd had even higher heels on so she wouldn't feel so small next to him.

Becca felt that large warm hand come to rest upon her shoulder as he reminded her that it was her turn to ask the question. In her current state of joviality, she'd forgotten for a moment how the game was to be played. She gazed back at him for a moment, debating her next question for the betting game. She took another long pull from her drink, this time emptying the glass half way as she pondered what to ask next.

Her eyes lit up then, her free hand moving towards him, her fingers tapping lightly upon that rather broad chest as she chimed in.

"Let's raise the stakes and keep it from being boring."That grin slowly spreading back into a smile as her fingers remained still, not having moved them from his chest.

"Since you like risks, for forty bucks can you tell me, do all of the planets in our solar system rotate in the same direction?"

 

[Tyr]

The girl clearly had some personality as she quickly responded back to his flirtatious comments with her own. If this girl wasn’t here to have some fun or just get fucked, then Paul had no idea why she was here. He’d known a few girls to come in looking for a thrill, hoping then to return to their boring normal lives, but most chickened out long before anyone got into their pants. This one though, just gave Paul the impression that she was going to go through with whatever her plan was. Shit, there had even been one or two over the years that went a lot further than a simple blowjob of a single fucking, but those kind of girls were few and far between. The young woman responded back to his inquiry about the next question, with not only a question of her own, but a light reciprocal touch of her own upon his chest.

Raising the stakes I see, sure go for it.

A small frown briefly appeared as she asked her question along with the dollar amount. He’d sort of hoped that there would be more in the bet than a mere $40, still she hadn’t fled to the door. Maybe she was a little afraid or timid and needed someone to push her, some girls were like that. Paul repeated the question as he though he was thinking about it.

Do all the planets rotate in the same direction? I think they orbit around the sun in the same direction, but do they each rotate the same way? Hmmm….

Paul actually knew this answer, because it was anomaly, something that stood out as different. Now should he answer correctly, or again wrong. He decided to answer correctly; otherwise, he might seem stupid or ignorant.

I don’t think they do. I think one of the planets goes the other way, it orbits around the sun in the same direction, but it rotates the opposite way of the others.

He waited for the answer, pretty sure he was correct. Either way he was ready to see if she was willing to risk more. If she wasn’t then he was wasting his time, and she was just some uptight cock tease, looking for a thrill.

Okay I have a question, and it’s going to cost you a little more. So how about $20, and if you lose I get your panties? So we know how many primary planets there are, so how many dwarf planets have they confirmed so far?

 

[Whispered Desire]

The biker seemed to frown for a moment as though he didn't know the correct answer to her question, but then he answered, and he'd answered correctly. Paul was actually beginning to impress the brunette with his knowledge of the solar system.

"Correct!" she exclaimed rather surprised at his answer. Becca noted that he'd not bothered to move away from her and he hadn't seemed to mind that her hand had come to rest upon his chest either although when she had told him that he was correct, she had moved her hand away out of mere common courtesy although he appeared to be, almost studying her or at minimum trying to figure her out. But Becca's mind had been made up that she was going to have a bit of fun tonight, before she had even walked into The Stockade.

Paul's next question caught her off guard. Not the question exactly, but the bet itself. For a slight second a smirk flitted across her face, she half tempted to provide an incorrect answer just to see how he'd react if she would lose and have to give him her panties but the question was so easy she couldn't possibly feign not being knowledgeable about it.

Instead, she would act slightly disappointed that he'd only asked for twenty bucks and her panties.

"Just twenty bucks and my panties?" She questioned coyly with a small pout, although her heart had begun to race at the idea of handing him her panties.

"I could be wrong but I believe there are five confirmed dwarf planets with dozens more waiting to be confirmed, possibly even hundreds."

She wouldn't ask him another question until he confirmed that she was indeed correct but her grin woulid be indicative of the fact that she was certain that she'd given the right answer. Becca took another slow sip of her drink, then shrugged lightly, her voice having a slightly teasing tone to it by then.

"Personally, I think we need to raise the stakes even higher, and make the questions harder because this has been too easy so far."

That grin lingered on her face as she peered up at him, those emerald eyes twinkling, recalling how her dad had always tried to teach her about the old saying play with fire and your bound to get burned.

Becca couldn't help that she'd always loved to play with fire, and in many ways, she still did.

 

[Tyr]

As people move about, Paul and Becca were jostled such that more and more they were touching, and not moving apart. The hand that had been on her shoulder casually fell to her hip as the questions and bets were exchanged. Though she did retract her hand, he didn’t move his, and left it there as she answered his question.

Bummer, five is right. I was sort of hoping to see what kind of sexy underwear you were wearing under that little outfit of yours. Oh well, hopefully I answer enough right I don’t go broke, and I find something that stumps you.

So the young thing hadn’t been offended by his bet, and wanted to raise the stakes even more. So she wasn’t backing down, and was in fact challenging him to go further. Interesting? So he grinned back as she peered up at him, meeting her eyes with his own, trying to see just what this young sexy girl was up to. It was hard to make this a private or personal exchange as the place was busy and loud at times, and yet, even with all of that, they seemed to be in their own world. Bulldog and his woman had withdrawn, and more than likely were actively exchanging bodily fluids someplace near by. The pool table game had several people standing and watching as the two girls continued to compete for either the others man or simply for crowd approval as it became more raucous. And yet, Paul's attention was solely on the newest customer to the 'The Stockade'.

Raise the stakes, and show me what you got, that way we can stop this little dance and start getting serious.

The grin on his face was clearly mischievous, and he was daring her to up the ante, to push it further then what he’d just done. If she did fine, if not, his next one would be more than just a request for her panties. Still the young woman was proving to be rather bold if she really did want to up the stakes, but then again that was only true if the bets were more than just money.

 

[Whispered Desire]

By this time Becca was rather amused by the bikers comments and she didn't bother to move away or even flinch when his hand moved to her hip but instead she pressed herself even closer to him, telling herself that it was only so that she could hear him over the noise. The truth was though, that she simply wanted to see if he would back down at all and to her delight, he had not.

She'd grinned when he had made the comment "Bummer" but she listened to what he had to say as she sat her drink down, the remainder of the alcohol going untouched. By now she'd determined that not only was he hot, and smart, he was bold too and she found the trait to be admirable. Everything about him was a huge contrast to what Steven was and the fact that Steven was undoubtedly waiting on her to call didn't deter her from her mission which had surprisingly, increased ten fold from the time she had walked into the bar.

"Sure, let's get serious" she said, laughing lightly. He smiled then, and something about his mischievous nature had her highly intrigued.

It had become rather hard to hear over the crowd and she found herself almost standing on her tip toes in order to even be close enough to hear him, his tall frame towering over her. Her movement only seemed to press that warm hand even firmer against her hip and although she found it to be an inviting feeling, she shivered slightly perhaps if only from sheer excitement.

Becca would get as close to his ear as possible as a smile flitted across her tan features, what could be considered an almost naughty grin accompanying it.

"Let's raise the stakes then. Instead of money why don't we try something like this?" That grin wouldn't fade as she was certain that whether she won or lost the actual bet, she would still be winning because Paul was definitely all man and from what she'd observed so far, she didn't doubt it but her next statement would either prove or disprove it.

"If I get the next question right, I get a ride on your Harley." Of course Paul had to ride a Harley as there was little else in the parking lot when she had arrived.

'But, if I get it wrong, you get a blow job." She'd grin again as her hand moved back to his chest to come to rest there as she finished her statement.

"Or, if you have something else you'd like the bet to be for, I'm game. But I do believe, the next question is yours to ask."

As Becca had been speaking she was watching for Paul's reaction and waiting for his acceptance or to state his own terms.

 

[Tyr]

The distance between them continued to close as they talked and played. The sweet delicate aroma of Becca was now replacing the stale beer smell that often pervaded the bar. When he leaned in to talk he could inhale the refreshing aroma, as his mouth came almost to touch her hair. As her hand came to again rest on his chest, so too his hand moved just a bit, sliding a little lower, till his large fingers grazed the top of her firm ass. To a causal observer it would seem like a couple in some intimate conversation.

When she offered the bet as a ride on his Harley or a blowjob, his smiled for this truly wasn’t a hardship if the bet went either way. Just the subject matter was already beginning those stirring feeling in his tight blue jean pants. Now all he had to do was win. Luckily when he and bulldog played, he often read up on a subject hoping to get Bulldog or someone else to pick it, and thus give him a better than average chance to empty their pockets a bit.

Sure, I accept, a ride on my Harley if I lose and a blowjob if I win. Deal! Get a ride with a sexy girl or a blowjob, I don’t think I loose either way.

The devilish smile on his face growing as the twinkle in his eyes showed that he might just be onto her game. Even though he’d already asked the last question, he was more than willing to ask another, if it meant he could win, and thus get the opportunity to have those sexy lips of hers wrapped around his cock.

Okay, I believe you know the moon is primary compose of lunar mare basalts, but can you name what classification of basalt?

Hopefully this was obscure enough, and if he hadn’t read the answer in advance he wouldn’t have been able to answer the question. Still the only thing that mattered was if he won or not, not that he only knew enough astronomy to barely get by. Sometime a single stupid fact was enough to win.

 

[Whispered Desire]

Becca and Paul were standing so close together now that it wasn't even the fact that the place was crowded that kept them in that position, but rather that Paul's strong fingers had moved down to linger at the very rise of her well toned ass. Suddenly, Becca was grateful that she worked out frequently on top of her job keeping her busy had helped to maintain that supple firm figure of hers.

They were actually so close now that Becca could feel his warm breath upon her when he spoke and she could see into those steely eyes with much more clarity now than before. The way that they twinkled allowed her to suspect that he was enjoying this entire situation as much as she was. And Becca truly was enjoying this more than she'd ever have imagined. Steven would have never been caught dead in a bar with her, let alone touch her in public other than to hold her hand or walk with his arm around her. The very fact that Paul's fingers played at the top of her ass stirred something inside of Becca and she immediately found herself secretly wishing that his question would be hard enough for her to not have the correct answer.

Her wish would soon come true as Paul asked the question, right after she realized that she had fucked up and it was her turn to ask the question. But, she'd already told him that it was his turn so she'd have no choice but to continue with the pursuit. Without realizing it that delicate pink tongue would slightly lick her lips as though they had suddenly become dry when in reality it was the mere thought of giving someone a blow job again, something she'd always enjoyed and Steven just would have no parts of. She all but squirmed in those painted on jeans at the idea alone.

When Paul's query came she would stare at him for just a second, those green eyes trying to discern the meaning of his question. The way he had worded it seemed a bit unclear to her but rather than appearing stupid to him, she went with her gut instinct. Although she would love to win the bet and get to go for a ride with the extremely hunky biker, the thought of sucking what lay beneath those form fitting jeans of his wasn't displeasing to her either.

"Good question" she said, picking up her drink and taking just a small sip of it buying herself some time to think about it before setting the still almost half full glass down. It hadn't been a part of the topic she'd really dedicated much time reading about but she remembered something about High Ti, Low Ti, and VLT having something to do with it. At that point there was little she could do but pick one and although she wanted to say High Ti, she decided to go with what was probably the answer if for no other reason than she simply wanted to know what Paul had under those tight jeans.

Once again she found herself leaning upwards towards the bikers ear, this time so close that she was almost pressing her lithe form to his as her warm breath would undoubtedly wash over his neck right below his ear.

I'm not positive, but I believe the correct answer would be VLT."

The way she said it left no room for doubt that she simply wasn't certain if she had understood the question correctly, or that she'd even got it correct.



Low ti?

 

[Tyr]

While the sexy young woman considered his question and her answer, he of course took the opportunity to let his hand slide just a little lower, his fingers spread as he softly grasped the lower part of her ass cheek. His smirk became a shit-eating grin as she answer incorrectly. She was very close, but luckily for him and his cock, she wasn’t close enough with her answer. The brief smile subsided as he informed her of her error.

Well that’s pretty close, but they are all classified as tholeiitic basalts, and I believe that VLT is just one of them and not even the most abundant of the sub classifications. I’m sorry to say ... okay I’m not sorry to say, that your answer is wrong.

Now he looked into her eyes to see if she was going to live up to her bet, or if she was going to welch. Before she started asking to double down or bet something else, or wanting to win what she lost back, and he lose the opportunity, he decided to quickly collect on this particular bet. So he lets his hand boldly pull her just a little closer, so that even more of their bodies were touching. Paul didn’t ask or give her a choice he just did it as a confident assumption.

I think its time we even up and if after that you want to play some more, that would be fine too. You may even win that ride on my bike or even something more.

The way he pulled her in, brought their groins together, so she could feel his growing hardness, and though he wasn’t totally hard yet, she could tell that there was something substantial there for her. Not in the subtlest of ways his other hand let go of his beer, and comes to rest on the other side of her ass. With that devilish confident sparkle in his eyes, he continues his bold advances.

So sexy are you ready to show me just how good you are at oral exams?