Annie And The Cowboy (Western Night Series 3) (61 page)

The way he said the word caused the drops that tried to escape from between the woman’s legs to turn into a veritable stream. She didn’t like being at his mercy like that, but her body refused to listen to reason.

“Wha- What do you have in mind, Griff?” The professor barely managed to say, fighting the various fantasies that kept piling up in the back corners of her head. With each imposition of rationality over them, however, they crept back into the limelight, stronger than before.

“Why, the drink, of course,” the man replied, his expression that of a hunter just about to witness the springing of a well-placed trap.

“The drink?”

“The drink I promised to you over the phone, pretty lady. On the house, of course, as advertised.”

“Ah,” she responded, her answer more akin to a sound one would make in a bedroom than during conversation. “Well, you see, I don’t usually drink,” she continued, certain in the state of mind she was in, alcohol was the last thing she needed.

Griff appeared genuinely stricken by her comment, given how his expression had changed from elation into that of disappointment. “Yeah, I understand. City girls don’t want any backwoods liquor, I guess.”

Oh my God, am I ever going to regret this.
“You know what, Griff?”

“You want to talk about that waitress now, right?” The barman asked, the way his voice now sounded causing her considerable distress. The woman could feel the fantasies dying, and it hurt like hell. She had to stop it in any way she was capable of.

“Wrong,” she practically cut the man off in the middle of his sentence. “I’ve decided that in your case I will make an exception.” Smiling, she let one of her fingers touch the bar table indicating where Griff was to place her glass. “Hit me with your best shot. I think I deserve it today.”

“Any preferences, lady?” the man queried, displaying a pair of overly sharp canines as his mood improved visibly. The imaginary flashes resumed within the professor’s mind now, back in full force.

“I don’t care at this point, really,” Pamela replied, finding it far easier to talk to this alluring man now that she chose to leave her inhibitions behind. “For as long as it’s
potent
, I know that I’ll enjoy it fully.”

“My kind of girl, I see,” Griff commented while his hands got to work with various bottles, mixing several of them up in two relatively small glasses within a very short time frame. Proud of his work, he lifted one of them up in the air before placing it right before the guest. “For you, pretty lady. I hope you enjoy it almost as much as I enjoy your company here.”

“I’m starting to like the company as well,” Pamela retorted as she picked the glass up, staring straight into the man’s dark eyes. Holding his drink himself by now, Griff merely gestured to the woman before downing it in a single motion, and the professor followed suit.

It hit like a Mac truck, or at least the way the professor imagined a Mac truck would hit. Everything became blurry, and her oral cavity tingled heavily. The burning sensation kept descending through her throat, and into her stomach, before finally nesting somewhere in her lap, where it added quite a bit of fuel to an already existing fire.

Eyes closed, the woman put the glass back into the general area where she lifted it from, doing her best to ignore the feeling of the room spinning around her. For several seconds she remained like that, waiting for the unpleasant sensation to subside before daring to look again. Still sitting in front of her was an obviously happy Griff, whose predatory grin betrayed a sense of amusement at the woman’s reaction.

“Well, I am impressed, lady. That was one of the strongest beverages I could mix up. It was of the highest quality too, if I might say so myself. You didn’t faint. I love myself a strong woman.”

Wait… did he just try to make a joke on my account?
She was still conscious, that much was true, but the drink had hit her reasoning far harder than she expected. Was she supposed to leave now? A part of her thought that was a good idea, probably the rational one. However, that side of Pamela’s personality was now suppressed into inconsequentiality by the combination of alcohol and her lust for this man.

“I’m flattered, Griff,” the professor finally answered, crossing her legs seductively before the sentence was out.
I’m not certain if he can even see it from there, but I don’t care. It feels comfortable.
“And it’s not as if I don’t enjoy your handsome company, but I can’t help but recall that we have some business. I’ve played your game and I’m still stand- well, sitting.”

Feeling herself drift to her right, the woman smiled to take the edge off of her obviously intoxicated attitude. “Can you help me now, please?”

“Ah, yes,” the man’s grin widened even further, as if he could made his living by giving off impressions of the Cheshire Cat. “You want to file a complaint about Marie, if I remember it right?”

“Yeah, you bet I do,” Pamela replied, spinning the small glass around her little finger. “The damn slut stole my boyfriend ages ago, now comes back to harass me. She even slipped one of your leaflets into my bag, as I’ve already told you. Can’t be good for your reputation in the long run, I guess. Now, what do I need to do for you to help me with that?”

“First off, pretty lady, I want to say that whoever would leave someone like you behind deserves all the worst in the world,” he appeared dead serious while saying that, as if he was reciting it from some sort of holy scripture. Pamela could feel herself blush, but it might as well have been the booze.

“Second off, ma’am, I will just need you to step into our office up on the first floor. There we will fill out some paperwork, and Marie will be on her way to a meeting with the higher-ups in no time. What do you say?”

Clouded of mind as she was, the professor’s rationality playing second to her libido, there was no way for her to resist. “What are we waiting for, then?” she asked, rising from her chair while waiting for Griff to lead the way.

“Perfect,” he replied, helping himself up with both hands before stepping away from the counter and circling back around the woman. “Follow me, please,” he said, all while gesturing for Pamela to follow him up the stairs.

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“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, Pam!” Marie had just finished her sentence by the time the door closed. The room did not resemble an office by any means, decorated as it was with various chains, bars, and stylized depictions of raging beasts. The walls were reinforced and appeared to be soundproof, and besides a very basic bed and sturdy table, there appeared to be no other furniture within.

Oh no,
the professor found herself think, realizing all too late that she’s been had. Apparently very amused by the larger woman’s distress, on the table sat a very mirthful Marie, dressed in a tight PVC outfit that exposed her breasts and nether region. Playfully, she dragged her fingers over one of her crossed legs, all while letting her tongue slide over her black lips.

“Look at the tasty little thing that’s come to play with us, Griff,” she commented, slowly rising to her feet while the getup she was wearing tightened around her body. “Although we can hardly call Pam here “little” anymore, can we now?”

On the verge of panic and her head still spinning from the alcohol, Pamela swiftly turned around in an attempt to flee the place, only to find herself face-to-face with a shirtless Griff. The sight of the man she found so alluring worked hand in hand with everything else she had experienced on that day, making her feet even wobblier than before.
There is no escape,
the professor realized, knowing that the conclusion was spot on.

Panicking, Pamela turned toward the table, choosing to face the other woman again lest she lose her mind while looking at the stud. The room was not spinning anymore, but now rotated around the center of her viewing field instead. The only thing that didn’t move was Marie herself, fixed within that kaleidoscope like a grinning, sinister axis of a merry-go-round.

“What’s the matter, Pam? Don’t enjoy my welcome too much?” The way she spoke was similar to the way an animal handler would speak to a beast he was about to teach it a new trick. “And I’ve put so much preparation into this little act… I hoped you’d show me at least a little zest!”

“You… what are you going to do to me?” Pamela fought to push her question through the maelstrom of emotions and sensations that kept tightening their grip around her sanity.

“Do to you, my friend? Why, we are going to do absolutely nothing that you won’t ask us to. Griff, if you would please proceed?”

The sound that followed was the last thing the professor expected to hear at that moment: the screech of the heavy door they had just passed through, opening slowly behind her back. Frantically she turned toward it, feeling her knees shiver once again by the sight of the impressive male to her right, but just beyond him was, without a doubt, an exit from this room.

“You are free to leave whenever you might wish, dearie,” Marie continued her monologue in the same manner she was speaking before. “But then again, you don’t want to, do you?”

The words hit her in the back of the head.
I… don’t want to…?
Slowly, she sighed, both in a tired and aroused way. There was no point in denying it, Marie was right.
I do desire this man,
Pamela finally admitted it to herself,
more than I’ve ever wished for anyone in my life.
She didn’t even know why. He was so magnetic to her, so raw. So
Primal.

“You’re right,” the professor admitted it again, this time aloud. “I don’t want to go.” She relaxed her body, allowing her arms to dangle from her sides. Finally, she allowed herself to look at Griff directly, for the first time after he removed his shirt, causing her vision to contort even more. Her groin pulsated rapidly, threatening to send her sizeable body crashing down toward the ground if she didn’t do anything about it immediately.

“Close the door, Griff,” Pamela spoke in a commanding, yet obviously distressed tone. Pleased, the man slammed the portal shut, locking it tightly afterward in a single move of his hand. “Now…” the woman struggled with the sentence. She knew what she wanted to say but found it difficult to articulate. For a good few seconds she stood like that, until a veritable torrent of words exploded right out of her mouth: “Drop me onto that table over there and fuck mu brains out!”

“Dirty girl!” She could hear Marie comment from behind, her voice originating from a somewhat different spot now. That however, was completely unimportant when compared to the feeling of Griff’s strong hands wrapped around her waist, lifting her off the ground as if she was little more than a child. Less than a couple of seconds she spent in his arms like that, before feeling her massive frame being slammed onto the table in a fit of wild passion.

Being reinforced, the table neither broke nor cracked, and with her being completely in the throes of desire, Pamela did not feel anything close to pain. Immediately, the man started caressing her body, trying to find the easiest way to get the woman’s clothes off.

“Don’t waste time, rip it off!” the professor screamed; the empty, aching feeling between her legs having become impossible to bear. As if this turned him on even more, the man caught her by the waist, ripping the skirt apart effortlessly. For a moment, Pamela could swear that she noticed his eyes become yellow, but their color had reverted back into their usual dark so fast that she attributed it to her state of mind.

Not allowing himself to stop where he was, Griff tore apart the front portion of his jeans as well, exposing an already erect, throbbing penis, ready to ravage the innards of the wanting woman. Not wasting any time, he immediately plunged it inside, screaming all the while like a wild beast in heat.

“It’s so goooooooood,” the doctor moaned the words out, her loud breathing following the motions of Griff’s invading manhood. As he retreated, so she exhaled. This, expectedly, was followed by an immediate inhalation when he shoved himself in again. By the time he was about to thrust for the third time however, the pleasant sensations have became too unbearable to resist, and the woman exploded in the most powerful orgasm she’d felt within the decade.

The climax didn’t take long to achieve, but Pamela spent a long while in her post-orgasmic state, drifting along the river of bliss far away from the room. There was no emotion within her other than joy, and no sensation other than the feeling of something exceedingly large going in and out of her.

What followed this state though, was nothing if not shocking, for by the time the professor became conscious enough to open her eyes, she was greeted by something straight out of a horror movie. Griff was gone, replaced by a roaring, panting monstrosity that held her legs apart, all while jackhammering in and out with no mercy. A numbing feeling of horror wrestled with the pleasant sensations invoked by the thing’s invading member, causing the flabbergasted woman to let out a horrified shriek.

That sound, however, was muffled just about when it started by Marie’s intruding tongue. Passionately, she kissed Pamela in such a way that the thick woman could not exhale, while her gloved hands fumbled for those of the professor. Having found them, the waitress pressed their palms onto her own exposed pair of breasts, all while further intensifying the force of her own kiss.