Chance Encounter

A/N\'s - I\'ll be damn, you guys must really like this one...either that or bored and nothing else to read? Well I hope that isn\'t the case. Anyways, I wanted to write really quick and tell you all thank you so much for the heart felt reviews. Makes me all warm and feel fuzzy inside (scary)


Still own only my name....nothing more...nothing less


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Cyndi spent the next day in a total daze. Her ass throbbed whenever she sat down too long, even in a hot tub. She avoided the phone in her flat like the plague.

Everything she had ever dreamed about was shattered by that one night. She chided herself over and over for being so stupid and naïve. Who was she to think that a sexual encounter with someone like him would be a dreamy romantic night? He had used her, just as she had used him in her fantasies.

She shifted on her bed as the rain came down in sheets.

But she kept reliving the night over and over right up to that fatal kiss. Up until then it had been perfect. He absolutely spellbound her and, unfortunately, she had fell for it.

She sighed and thought about his hands and his lips and his tongue...

\"Fuck!\" she yelled and got up. \"Why?\"

Indeed that was the question that stayed with her for the next few days until the rage and hurt began to fade into a feeling on emptiness and longing. Then even that faded to just a dull ache deep down inside.

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Several weeks went by and she started to go out again, carefully avoiding her little hideaway bar and most of the all the Garden District. Although she vaguely remembered where he lived, she had no intention of going near the place.

The worst thing was that she couldn\'t tell her friends about it. First, she doubted anyone would believe her, especially that bitch Tammy. And second, if they did, they\'d urge her to report him or something.

Instead she endured another type of pain as they told her over and over again, in detail, about the show that night and how great he was. Every great song was played, there was much dancing and pushing and fighting. On and on it went. She bit her lip until it was practically bleeding as they described how sexy he was. If only they knew.

Finally after hearing about it for the millionth time, she got up and left the bar. All she wanted to do was to curl up at home in the dark and watch some mind-numbing TV. Her body was back to normal and she was ready once again, but all that was going to happen was maybe a little masturbation to get her off.


She walked through the streets with those thoughts and tried to get away from the crowds. Mardi Gras was coming soon and she dreaded the thought. In fact, she was thinking of getting away from town for a few days, just so she didn\'t have to deal with it. All in all, it was pretty disgusting.

When she turned the last corner to her street, she breathed in the night air and was thankful for the quietness at last. She had a small flat in the part of the Quarter that was unscathed by tourists. She was a hairdresser and a waitress and that made just enough money to afford her own place.

As she got closer to her flat, she noticed a very nice and very expensive car parked by the curb. She never owned a car and couldn\'t tell what kind it was, but suddenly she had a feeling who the owner was.

Her stomach tightened up as she saw the figure dressed in black sitting on her steps. When he saw her, he stood up and waited for her to come up the walkway.

She slowly approached her gate and swung the wrought iron open. The air was completely still as she faced him.

\"Cyndi...\" he said very softly.

\"What are you doing here?\" she asked in a louder voice.

\"I -I had to see you.\"

She shook her head. \"I can\'t see why you would.\" unless it is to fuck me in my ass again!

She stood only feet away from him and her whole body trembled as she said that. Suddenly the rage was back.

His hands clenched by his side and he sighed deeply.

\"I\'m so sorry - fuck, I don\'t know what happened...\"

\"Well I do, and you should consider yourself lucky I didn\'t tell anyone,\" she said defiantly.

She couldn\'t see his face well, but she definitely saw him flinch.

\"You-you didn\'t tell anyone?\"

\"No,\" she sighed. \"I couldn\'t. I doubt anyone would believe me anyways.\"

She heard him let out a sigh. Prick, she thought, that\'s all he wanted to know.

\"I don\'t blame you if you did,\" he said.

Suddenly she could feel her anger begin to ebb. He was standing before her. Just a few feet separated her from that body. Whatever had happened that night, she couldn\'t forget the burning feeling of his lips on hers. She shook it off.

\"I have to go in now,\" she said simply.

\"No...please...let me make it up to you.\"

She frowned in the darkness. She definitely wasn\'t expecting that.

\"How?\" she asked.

\"We\'ll go out to dinner. I know a great restaurant-\"

\"There\'s only like a million of those in New Orleans,\" she laughed, but her laugh was short and harsh.

\"No, really. It\'s cozy and stuff.\"

\"Stuff?\"

He laughed and she practically melted. He sensed that and lowered his voice.

\"Please, Say. Say yes.\"

\"Uhhh...ok,\" she heard herself say. \"But I have to change first.\"

\"No, no...you look fine. Look at me - I never dress up.\"

She did look at him and that was the problem. Would she make the same mistake twice?

He drove them to a restaurant that she had only read about but could never afford. It was obvious that he knew the owner because they got right in and had a quiet, secluded booth in the back. They settled in and there was a silence.

\"Um...I feel like shit,\" he said at last. \"I fucked up big time.\"

She sat perfectly still and looked at him with his head lowered.

\"Please, let\'s not talk about it now,\" she said quietly.

He looked up at her with large eyes and they looked darker than before.

\"Ok, you\'re right. Later.\"

He let out a big sigh and looked for the waiter.

Cyndi gradually began to relax as they drank and ate and talked. He talked in a hesitant voice but he smiled more. His boyish looks showed with each smile and sometimes he was even a bit goofy. Other times he seemed shy. He started to talk about the tour on their second drink. He drank beer and she had vodka tonics.

\"Yeah, it\'s a total freak show. Both on the stage and off. Fuck, these guys who tour with me are nuts!\"

He laughed again and looked at her.

\"I guess you know about the fans,\" he said.

\"Oh yeah, I\'m one of them remember? And there are some really scary ones out there.\"

\"But not you.\"

\"But not me,\" she grinned.

He got quiet for a second and got serious.

\"Sometimes it was tough, I mean really fucking tough. The travel, the stress, everything. After every show I would just be so drained. Not too mention cut up and bruised.\"

He laughed slightly at this and started to play with the label on his beer. Cyndi listened, soaking it all in.

\"Everyone wants a piece of you, ya know?\" he asked, running his hand through his hair.

\"I understand,\" she said softly. They were treading dangerous water again - getting back to that night...

He let out a long sigh and took a drink from his beer.

\"Ok,\" he said, looking up at her. \"Enough of that shit. What about you?\"

\"Me?\" she laughed. \"What do you want to know?\"

\"Um, do you have a boyfriend or something?\"

She blushed a furious red color at that question.

\"Oh shit, was that a bad question to ask? I mean-\"

\"No I, ah, don\'t have a boyfriend right now.\"

That implied something and she was worried about that night again.

\"I\'m really fucking this up again, aren\'t I?\" he said.

She shook her head and red curls went everywhere.

He smiled at her, taking in the sight before him. He thought that maybe he should cool it a little. Not get heavy about anything. But they had done all the small talk before. That night. In his sitting room. With the Absinthe. He shuddered when he thought of what had happened after she left. It took a few days to get the stink of Absinthe out of that room.

He suddenly looked up and realized she was asking him a question.

\"Do you still have your dogs?\" she repeated when she saw that was thinking about something that was obviously bothering him.

\"Oh yeah, I do. They weren\'t there when you, um...they were at a friend\'s.\"

\"Oh,\" she said and then by some small miracle the food arrived and they were saved from further uncomfortable conversation.

As they ate, he asked her about different foods in New Orleans. She was glad for the distraction and told him about the local specialties. It was something she knew and was good at.

\"I\'ve been here a few years, but I haven\'t nailed everything down yet. Explain gumbo again?\"

She laughed and he smiled at her. Again, an almost boyish charm showed on his face. Not the seriousness she had seen many, many times in videos. This wasn\'t his \'public\' face.

\"Well, let me explain...\"

Dinner ended and they left the restaurant feeling a little more at ease with each other. That is, until the valet brought the car around. When she slid in the leather seat and they sped off, she sensed he was about to ask something. There was no music on in the car. The only sound was the swishing sound of the rain beneath the tires. She realized they were headed to the Garden District.

\"Cyndi,\" he began quietly. \"Please...please come back to my house. I swear it will be different.\"

She took a deep breath, held it and let it out.

\"I\'m not sure...it was very traumatic for me...\"

\"Fuck. I know it was, believe me. I want to make it up to you.\" He slid his hand over hers. \"Please...\"

His voice almost broke when he said that and she knew he was sincere then.

\"Ok. I will.\"

His hand squeezed hers and he thanked her.


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A/n - very short chapter. sorry guys, but it\'s been a busy day. So it\'s a bit of another \'filler\' chapter. I\'ll make sure to more than make up for it the next time. Till then, be well