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

I imagine every man this side of Vegas would love to try. You're not exactly unattractive, however it's good to know you're apparently selective. Duane smiled as he issued the compliment, and alluded to himself. The woman had approached him, and the conversation had quickly turned sexual the undercurrent of their words left that in no doubt but it was in a flirtatious manner, and almost a competition as Duane saw it. To be spoken to so boldly was something he was unaccustomed to, as the women back East hadn't dared reciprocate his humour and wordplay with that of their own, or had just lacked the wit and intelligence to do so. No matter how good they were in the sack, he'd quickly become bored of them. There was more to foreplay than a kiss and a quick grope before they got horizontal, and the man sensed in Karmen he'd found a like mind. Anticipation was half the fun and, as they discussed the possibility of riding to Vegas together, he realised that'd mean plenty of opportunities to have his way with her, so he'd decided to wait, and instead attempt to discover how innocent, or not, she was in other capacities theft and robbery to be precise. For both their sakes, he'd best find out before they partnered up. If things turned sour, or she reacted badly, he remained confident that he could once again switch on the charm, forget the anticipation, and talk her into his bed for the night. Though that wouldn't be quite as enjoyable as having an attractive and witty woman by his side as they drove the deserts of Nevada, with the possibility of sex in a multiple of locales and situations, it'd provide some satisfaction. He arched a brow as began to button his jacket, and attempted to maintain his calm and cool demeanour as if her response either way was of no consequence. Good, because you had me interested from the first moment I laid eyes on you. He broke out in a grin, allowed his eyes to drift down her form, then it returned to her face and, for the first time that night, his tone turned serious. I may be a thief and a scoundrel, Karmen, but an honest one, and a man of my word. Best you know now what you're getting into, rather than me telling you when we're on some dustbowl of a road, three hundred miles from the nearest town, with a cop car in pursuit siren blazing. Plus, come on, it'll be fun. Now get on over there, and show me what you can do. The lightness returned to his voice as she straightened her hair, and his gaze followed her walk to the lonely corner of the bar, before he headed for the bathroom. Duke completed adjusting his clothes in front of the mirror, and whiled away a minute or two. When he returned to the bar, the crowd had thinned out many of the men had departed after the singer's performance, and those who remained talked amongst each other. So far as the thief could tell, no-one paid any particular attention to Karmen. Except for the drunk who sat across from her, and had his eyes trained unabashedly on her cleavage. No friends. The man slurred as he reached for his drink. Not a local. Just sold some cattle to some of these hick farmers. Twenty bucks a head do you believe they paid? Idiots. The drunk laughed, and finally his attention moved from her breasts to her face. Loved the show. You wanna be my friend, honey? Enough room in the cab of my truck for the both of us. Duane shook his head and internally rolled his eyes as the words floated into his ears when he nonchalantly approached the table. The drunk stared at Karmen as if she was the first woman he'd seen in a year, and Duke doubted that a bomb exploding would have distracted his attention. Let alone the swift, practiced movement of the thief's arm as it dropped to expertly palm the wallet. It bulged in his hand as, for two further steps, he headed towards the door. Then he stopped. Normally, he would have just kept on walking, but that was when he worked alone, and surely, even as drunk as he was, the man would note his entire billfold missing, and the obvious person to be questioned or come under attention would be Karmen. So, instead, with his mind working as quickly as his nimble fingers, Duane slipped the majority of the cash from between the leather, and crumpled the dollar bills which remained inside to give the billfold the appearance of containing much more than it did, and tossed it under the man's seat, where it could quite easily have fallen from his pocket onto the floor. Hopefully he wouldn't notice that most of his money was missing until he'd sobered up. Whatya say, sweetie. You got great tits. Duane chuckled to himself as he raised his attention to Karmen, lifted his arm to display the wad of cash in his hand unsure if she was paying him any attention then slid it into the pocket of his jacket, and shot a wink her way. They wanna be my friends, too? He continued to laugh as he exited the bar and entered his lodgings across the street, where he counted the stash, then lay on the bed and drifted off to sleep. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Attired in another suit, this one a darker shade of grey, and without the jacket, Duane sat on the hood of his stolen Ford Thunderbird outside the Reddell Motel, in the early morning Nevada heat. Now you better give me a little taste, Put your icing on my cake, You nasty boy! Oh no, oh there I go again, I need a spanking, 'cause I've been bad, So let my body do the talkin', I'll slip you that hot, sweet, sexy loving Duke whistled the tune as he waited for Karmen, looking forward to spending more time in her company. That's if she hadn't gotten cold feet, following his antics of the night before.