Thread: The Reality of Dichotomies (Whispered Desire & Tyr)

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.