Thread: The Road To Fame (Sumi & Mr Quixotic)

Duke had had a few women back in the East a couple of them serious girlfriends, but mostly just flings, or a floozy who could provide him with somewhere to live. The thief was a man who hated commitment, whether it was to a woman, or a lease on his own apartment, and if he could take advantage of someone else's hospitality, he would. It wasn't as if any of the women actually cared much about his infidelities with the exception of Amy, his second before last, who was still probably hunting for him with a kitchen knife in hand. Cheating and lying was a way of life back home, and the girls were nothing but a little fun who'd used him for his contacts, and took advantage of his generosity, as much as he did they for their bodies and appearance. And that's pretty much all they possessed good looks. Each had been seriously lacking in the way of brains, or conversational ability, which was why Duane found himself immediately intrigued by the singer. Not only did she look good enough to eat, the first words out of her mouth had brought forth a chuckle. He'd always enjoyed women with a sense of humour something which, in the hustle and bustle of New York, was as rare as hen's teeth and who were confident without being a bitch. A lot of women thought those last two went together, but not Karmen, whose obvious quick wit and intelligence had quickly begun to work their charm. Her body, the flirtation, and sexuality she'd displayed on stage added to that, though, of course, Duke wasn't going to let on that he was a man who appreciated more than just a nice face and tight body. Maybe, having been on the road for two months, he was just lonely, and giving her more credit than she deserved. However, the offer of a ride to Vegas was nothing he couldn't get out of it he tried. My Papa taught me a lot of things, but some a man has to learn on his own. You seem a smart woman, so I'll let you figure out what they may be. Duane's gaze flicked back down, and the tip of his tongue peeked out to run to gather up the last drops of moisture from the beer on his lips as he nonchalantly appraised the cleavage Karmen so conveniently displayed, then he lifted his eyes back to meet hers. The grin he'd been attempting to hide broke out, and he discovered he was enjoying himself more than he had in a long time. She had a way with words, and Duke was certain the double entendre's were deliberate, and he was not a man who liked to be bested when it come to a battle of wits. You're right, a ride would be just the way, and I'm in no hurry, so we can take it slow, visit a few places along the way, and have a good look around. He sipped his beer, and sighed in contentment, then Duke placed his half-full beverage on the table, and continued. Or, we could just head straight to our ultimate destination it's up to you really, Karmen. Do you prefer fast or slow? Me, I'm partial to both, depending on mood. He couldn't resist shooting her a wink, and barely managed to hide his surprise when her toes touched his calf. I can't say I disagree about the lyrics maybe we'll get to write our own song? Duke's foot met her heel, and he slid her foot up higher as he took in the graceful column of her exposed neck, then leaned across the table so that his face was within inches of hers, and lowered his voice to a whisper. I'm certain that sugar is an extremely valuable commodity, and you wouldn't want to just go giving it away. It should be saved for someone who knows all the right words and gestures, and can play you like a musical instrument. I can only image the tune you'd make. Duane maintained eye contact for a few moments, then fell back in his seat with a smile. Not like me, I'm afraid, I'm only a city boy, and all I can promise is a ride. Possibly the ride of your life, but just a ride all the same. So, tell me, Ms Karmen, when would you be ready to leave? A brow arched, and Duke appraised the room, his gaze stopping at a lone drunk at one of the tables bulging billfold placed adjacent to a half empty-glass then brought his attention back to the singer. His change of subject was sudden, but Duke realised that if she were to accompany him on the road to Vegas, he'd need to be confident that she wasn't going to run at the first sign of trouble. Or even worse, call the Police. If that were the case, he'd attempt to bed her that night, and slip out at dusk before she awoke in the morning. Or just keep her on the hook for the week he'd paid for his lodging. Because I think it only fair that before you depart, we first ensure you've been properly compensated for your performances. Don't you?