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Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
754
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
First Meeting
Fiction… Mine… Fiction… Mine
Warning: this includes the having and taking of illegal drugs. No don’t rush off, it’s not like centered around them or people who take them.
At the tender age of five, Ruthie jumped off the roof in hopes of flying. After sprinkling her mother’s favorite body glitter over her head and thinking happy thoughts failed to bring any effect – in the matter of flying, that is, her mother wasn’t too thrilled – she took more drastic measures. Sneaking the big umbrella up to her room on the second floor, overlooking the backyard, she opened it up and jumped out, to gracefully float upwards to the clouds.
Instead, she’d landed in the compost heap.
In hindsight, it had saved her considerable injury. The wind had been high that day, and while without the umbrella she would have dropped to the hard ground directly below her window, the wind and the umbrella had had her falling far left, to her mother’s compost heap.
So Ruthie had landed in egg shells, dirt, banana peels and dog poo.
Yes, it had saved her considerable injury, but it was probably symbolic.
She managed to land in the shit, without fail. And all out of innocent and reasonable situations, right…?
To show examples, the time she had accidentally took exotica. This case was a little different, as this was to no fault of her own. It really wasn’t. Tricia, who worked at the bank with her as janitor, had been dating Doug, and after they broke up, he’d been a real asshole, and had stolen these heirloom pearls Tricia got from her beloved great aunt, just to be an asshole because they weren’t worth much money. Doug was a bit messed up.
So Ruthie had helped Tricia break in to his house while he was out, and they’d retrieved the pearls, and when Ruthie had fallen down the stairs (another-landing-in-the-compost incident) and banged her funny bone and hit her head, Tricia had snatched some Aspirin from Doug’s medicine cabinet – it was the least he could do, having defective stairs – at Ruthie’s insistence that it wasn’t serious and all she needed was something for the fucking headache.
When Ruthie had started coming onto Tricia, Tricia had been worried (fortunately they chatted during lunch break and Ruthie had once confessed she was heavily into penetration, so Tricia figured it wasn’t a matter of Ruthie’s inner lesbian breaking out) and had gotten her to the hospital, a long drive as Ruthie had kept trying to feel up Tricia.
At the hospital, a wizened doctor had delivered the verdict, and fortunately it wasn’t much, seriously diluted. They’d given her a bed, just in case, so she could sit it out.
Tricia, who as one might guess was Ethel to Ruthie’s Lucy, and was therefore a really sweet girl but not always on top of it, had gone to get a drink.
And that’s when Ruthie met Gabe.
==Zoom-into-the-past==
Gabriel wasn’t thrilled. Sure, he loved his nieces and nephews, but for the second time that month he’d tripped over a toy of theirs, this time a fire truck, and had landed on his butt, bruising his tailbone, not to mention his hand had landed on some other sharp adult-killer and he had a nasty gash. His sister had insisted he go to the hospital, refusing to treat it and as it had been his right hand, and it bleeding copiously, he’d finally assented, not least to shut her up.
His almost nonexistent temper had been stretched.
The doctor, a young resident who’d stammered and fumbled her way through bandaging his hand, had then rushed off halfway through to some critical case.
He in no way had thought that he should be treated first or anything, but now he was sitting here. Just sitting here.
And then, to make things worse, a doctor who looked like he’d climbed off a slab had led a giggly brunette in to the next bed, and said brunette kept rubbing his arm and tousling his stringy hair, while the poor guy – or hell, maybe not so poor guy – politely removed her harassing hands and beat it.
Gabe curled his lip at this display. The doctor was old enough to be her grandfather, at least, and she was giggling and giving him slumberous looks while practically sexually assaulting him.
The woman dramatically flopped onto the bed. She kicked her legs, rubbed her neck sensuously and then looked over at him. Her eyes lit up.
It was something Gabe was used to. Woman had fawned over him as long as he could remember, and they were his specialty. The woman was cute, yeah, but he was so not in the mood and she had just finished rubbing herself up against a grandfather.
He looked away, giving a very clear bug off sign, but she got up and slithered toward him, and, without further ado, climbed right on top of him. He was so shocked he just stared at her for a moment. Despite everything, he’d never had a strange woman didn’t climb on top of him, or at least without introducing herself first.
Recovering, he pushed her off, or at least tried to, as she had wrapped her arms around his neck and flattened herself to him, looking up soulfully at him. And than she started raining kisses over his neck.
Gabe just wasn’t in the mood to be sexually attacked. He gripped her hips and tried to push her away again, only to be stunned when she growled against his neck and bit him.
Deciding this had gone on way to long, he gave her a hard shove, turning his body to give momentum.
Wrestling rule one: flat on your stomach is the best position to your opponent from getting you on your back. The brunette was flattened to him, and in trying to push her away, she pulled him off the bed and to the floor.
She landed on the bottom and took the fall. He wasn’t all that sympathetic. At least now he could just get off her rather than unceremoniously tossing her off, and his mother had raised him right. Then again, chivalry wasn’t really his priority now. Getting away from this crazy woman was.
He was lifting off her when –
“Hey you creep bastard get off her!!!” Before something hard and metal crashed over his head.
“OW!” He turned to see another woman, with a glint in her eyes, holding a bed pan like a bat and trying to murder him with a glare. Oh, no wait, maybe she already had with that blow. He gingerly touched the back of his head and found a sizable lump.
“What the fuck was that for!” he yelled.
“You were taking advantage of my friend you bastard!!” she hollered back.
Gaping at her, “More like your friend was taking advantage of me!”
She snorted, loudly, “Don’t even try it you fucker I SAW you, you were on top of her and she wasn’t doing anything!” At this point both looked at the cause of this lying on the floor. She was staring intently at something, or rather… his ASS! He glared, feeling molested, and sat on the bed.
“Look, why don’t you get your nympho buddy out of here before she attacks anyone else.”
Tricia had followed Ruthie’s gaze as well, right to Gabe’s butt, and Ruthie was also giving him looks and licking her lips again, so Tricia was feeling belief settling unpleasantly in her stomach. She turned to look at Gabe, who, she noticed, probably got jumped daily, was rubbing his head, though avoiding the bump.
She chewed her lip, “Look I’m really sorry, I – I just, I saw you on top of her on the floor –”
“Yeah, she pulled me with her when I tried to get her off me.” Gabe was so leaving. “Listen, you don’t have to make excuses. I have to go. VERY nice meeting you.” The last said rather unkindly, if completely justified.
And that was that. Just one crazy day, Gabe reassured himself. He would just leave and his life would fall right back into order.
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“…And I guess you were… you know… under the effects and…” Tricia didn’t want to say it. Ruthie was looking positively horrified, a positively horrified tomato.
“Oh My God! That is so embarrassing!” Ruthie covered her face and moaned.
Tricia bit her lip, “Oh god, Ru, I’m SO SORRY! It’s all my fault, what was I thinking!”
Ruthie morosely patted her shoulder. “Don’t worry about it Trish…” She couldn’t say ‘you couldn’t have known’ as that would’ve brought on all the reasons Trish could and should have known. But oh well.
“We shouldn’t worry about it Trish, I mean, I feel really bad, but thank god we’re never going to see him again.”
“Really?”
“Course, lightning never strikes twice.”
A/N: Okay, I’m ware, or at least think I know, that you treat Exotica takers with a cold shower (Bad Boys 2 Bad?) and I would actually have preferred the drug being less serious, but I don’t know anything else. And I don’t know if I wrongly assumed the effects of it, cause I know all from movies – one movie. So if anyone could suggest a less serious drug, I’d be happy to change it to that.
Please review. I might not write more if you don’t, and unless that comment makes you go ‘well, than I’ll be sure to NOT leave a review in that case’, you might want to take thirty seconds of your precious time to review, especially since, as you’re reading this, you read the entire chapter right? So… REVIEW!!!
Warning: this includes the having and taking of illegal drugs. No don’t rush off, it’s not like centered around them or people who take them.
At the tender age of five, Ruthie jumped off the roof in hopes of flying. After sprinkling her mother’s favorite body glitter over her head and thinking happy thoughts failed to bring any effect – in the matter of flying, that is, her mother wasn’t too thrilled – she took more drastic measures. Sneaking the big umbrella up to her room on the second floor, overlooking the backyard, she opened it up and jumped out, to gracefully float upwards to the clouds.
Instead, she’d landed in the compost heap.
In hindsight, it had saved her considerable injury. The wind had been high that day, and while without the umbrella she would have dropped to the hard ground directly below her window, the wind and the umbrella had had her falling far left, to her mother’s compost heap.
So Ruthie had landed in egg shells, dirt, banana peels and dog poo.
Yes, it had saved her considerable injury, but it was probably symbolic.
She managed to land in the shit, without fail. And all out of innocent and reasonable situations, right…?
To show examples, the time she had accidentally took exotica. This case was a little different, as this was to no fault of her own. It really wasn’t. Tricia, who worked at the bank with her as janitor, had been dating Doug, and after they broke up, he’d been a real asshole, and had stolen these heirloom pearls Tricia got from her beloved great aunt, just to be an asshole because they weren’t worth much money. Doug was a bit messed up.
So Ruthie had helped Tricia break in to his house while he was out, and they’d retrieved the pearls, and when Ruthie had fallen down the stairs (another-landing-in-the-compost incident) and banged her funny bone and hit her head, Tricia had snatched some Aspirin from Doug’s medicine cabinet – it was the least he could do, having defective stairs – at Ruthie’s insistence that it wasn’t serious and all she needed was something for the fucking headache.
When Ruthie had started coming onto Tricia, Tricia had been worried (fortunately they chatted during lunch break and Ruthie had once confessed she was heavily into penetration, so Tricia figured it wasn’t a matter of Ruthie’s inner lesbian breaking out) and had gotten her to the hospital, a long drive as Ruthie had kept trying to feel up Tricia.
At the hospital, a wizened doctor had delivered the verdict, and fortunately it wasn’t much, seriously diluted. They’d given her a bed, just in case, so she could sit it out.
Tricia, who as one might guess was Ethel to Ruthie’s Lucy, and was therefore a really sweet girl but not always on top of it, had gone to get a drink.
And that’s when Ruthie met Gabe.
==Zoom-into-the-past==
Gabriel wasn’t thrilled. Sure, he loved his nieces and nephews, but for the second time that month he’d tripped over a toy of theirs, this time a fire truck, and had landed on his butt, bruising his tailbone, not to mention his hand had landed on some other sharp adult-killer and he had a nasty gash. His sister had insisted he go to the hospital, refusing to treat it and as it had been his right hand, and it bleeding copiously, he’d finally assented, not least to shut her up.
His almost nonexistent temper had been stretched.
The doctor, a young resident who’d stammered and fumbled her way through bandaging his hand, had then rushed off halfway through to some critical case.
He in no way had thought that he should be treated first or anything, but now he was sitting here. Just sitting here.
And then, to make things worse, a doctor who looked like he’d climbed off a slab had led a giggly brunette in to the next bed, and said brunette kept rubbing his arm and tousling his stringy hair, while the poor guy – or hell, maybe not so poor guy – politely removed her harassing hands and beat it.
Gabe curled his lip at this display. The doctor was old enough to be her grandfather, at least, and she was giggling and giving him slumberous looks while practically sexually assaulting him.
The woman dramatically flopped onto the bed. She kicked her legs, rubbed her neck sensuously and then looked over at him. Her eyes lit up.
It was something Gabe was used to. Woman had fawned over him as long as he could remember, and they were his specialty. The woman was cute, yeah, but he was so not in the mood and she had just finished rubbing herself up against a grandfather.
He looked away, giving a very clear bug off sign, but she got up and slithered toward him, and, without further ado, climbed right on top of him. He was so shocked he just stared at her for a moment. Despite everything, he’d never had a strange woman didn’t climb on top of him, or at least without introducing herself first.
Recovering, he pushed her off, or at least tried to, as she had wrapped her arms around his neck and flattened herself to him, looking up soulfully at him. And than she started raining kisses over his neck.
Gabe just wasn’t in the mood to be sexually attacked. He gripped her hips and tried to push her away again, only to be stunned when she growled against his neck and bit him.
Deciding this had gone on way to long, he gave her a hard shove, turning his body to give momentum.
Wrestling rule one: flat on your stomach is the best position to your opponent from getting you on your back. The brunette was flattened to him, and in trying to push her away, she pulled him off the bed and to the floor.
She landed on the bottom and took the fall. He wasn’t all that sympathetic. At least now he could just get off her rather than unceremoniously tossing her off, and his mother had raised him right. Then again, chivalry wasn’t really his priority now. Getting away from this crazy woman was.
He was lifting off her when –
“Hey you creep bastard get off her!!!” Before something hard and metal crashed over his head.
“OW!” He turned to see another woman, with a glint in her eyes, holding a bed pan like a bat and trying to murder him with a glare. Oh, no wait, maybe she already had with that blow. He gingerly touched the back of his head and found a sizable lump.
“What the fuck was that for!” he yelled.
“You were taking advantage of my friend you bastard!!” she hollered back.
Gaping at her, “More like your friend was taking advantage of me!”
She snorted, loudly, “Don’t even try it you fucker I SAW you, you were on top of her and she wasn’t doing anything!” At this point both looked at the cause of this lying on the floor. She was staring intently at something, or rather… his ASS! He glared, feeling molested, and sat on the bed.
“Look, why don’t you get your nympho buddy out of here before she attacks anyone else.”
Tricia had followed Ruthie’s gaze as well, right to Gabe’s butt, and Ruthie was also giving him looks and licking her lips again, so Tricia was feeling belief settling unpleasantly in her stomach. She turned to look at Gabe, who, she noticed, probably got jumped daily, was rubbing his head, though avoiding the bump.
She chewed her lip, “Look I’m really sorry, I – I just, I saw you on top of her on the floor –”
“Yeah, she pulled me with her when I tried to get her off me.” Gabe was so leaving. “Listen, you don’t have to make excuses. I have to go. VERY nice meeting you.” The last said rather unkindly, if completely justified.
And that was that. Just one crazy day, Gabe reassured himself. He would just leave and his life would fall right back into order.
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“…And I guess you were… you know… under the effects and…” Tricia didn’t want to say it. Ruthie was looking positively horrified, a positively horrified tomato.
“Oh My God! That is so embarrassing!” Ruthie covered her face and moaned.
Tricia bit her lip, “Oh god, Ru, I’m SO SORRY! It’s all my fault, what was I thinking!”
Ruthie morosely patted her shoulder. “Don’t worry about it Trish…” She couldn’t say ‘you couldn’t have known’ as that would’ve brought on all the reasons Trish could and should have known. But oh well.
“We shouldn’t worry about it Trish, I mean, I feel really bad, but thank god we’re never going to see him again.”
“Really?”
“Course, lightning never strikes twice.”
A/N: Okay, I’m ware, or at least think I know, that you treat Exotica takers with a cold shower (Bad Boys 2 Bad?) and I would actually have preferred the drug being less serious, but I don’t know anything else. And I don’t know if I wrongly assumed the effects of it, cause I know all from movies – one movie. So if anyone could suggest a less serious drug, I’d be happy to change it to that.
Please review. I might not write more if you don’t, and unless that comment makes you go ‘well, than I’ll be sure to NOT leave a review in that case’, you might want to take thirty seconds of your precious time to review, especially since, as you’re reading this, you read the entire chapter right? So… REVIEW!!!