"Hey. Hey! Are you all right? That was quite the tumble you took."

She's talking to me. The vision before me is talking to me. I'm gonna faint. I felt my eyes start to roll up into the back of my head, and I felt acid crawling its way up my throat. Oh my God! I'm gonna hurl right here! I rolled over into a fetal position and started hacking up my lungs, choking on my own spittle. I closed my eyes, not wanting to see the disbelief and probably grossed out look on her face. Yup, that's me. Miss Classy.

Ooooooh. Heya, Baby! Come to Momma!! I'll be alright as soon as you wrap those pretty, pouty lips around my…

"Shut up, G." I snarled under my breath. I opened my eyes, only to come face-to-face, well eye-to-eye with beautiful brown eyes. Her eyebrows were arched and confusion was warring with concern to gain dominance of her face. I groaned under my breath. I knew she'd heard my comment to G. I opened my mouth to say something, anything to this goddess. But instead I gasped and started choking again. She moved from her squatting position to sit down on the dusty floor next to my head. She rubbed my back gently.

"Hey. Its ok. Just breathe. That's it, take deep breaths." She smiled at me as I slowly dragged myself into a sitting position. I pulled myself up onto my knees so I could look her in the eye. I jerked my head slightly and looked over her shoulder as I heard G moving around on the floor. I rose up a little more on my knees and saw G writhing on the floor on her belly, making crude humping motions with her hips, well her whole body.

Ooooh, yeah, baby, that's it. Open for momma! She jerked her hips harder and harder against the floor. I tried to fight the blush that climbed up my neck and into my cheeks. I ground my teeth together and tried to ignore my seriously disgusting and warped friend.

"So what's your name, Stranger?" She asked as she climbed to her feet and pulled me up with her. I reached to her shoulder. It was a nice shoulder. I would know, it was all I could look at as my face flamed. I opened my mouth in an effort to answer her, but found that my tongue was asleep or I had managed to misplace it. I could think of a few places I wanted to misplace my tongue. Mmmmmm…yeah…I gave myself a little shake. Now was not the time and place! Oh wait…she had asked me a question. Damn! My mind quickly raced in an effort to remember what she had asked me. My tongue was all twisted as I attempted to spit out my name.

"Stranger!" I desperately choked out, remembering what she'd asked me. Well sorta remembered.

"Stranger?" She repeated in a slightly incredulous voice. She threw back her head and laughed, loud and long. Her laugh sprang up from the very depths of her stomach. I heard G laughing behind me and whirled around to pin her with one of my famous killer looks, but it was negated by the blush of humiliation swamping over my body. My shoulders fell slightly, and I took a step towards G away from the laughing girl.

"Wait! I'm sorry," she chuckled. "Don't go. I'm sorry." She reached out and gently grabbed my shoulder to turn me around. She stepped closer to me, and raised her right hand to my left cheek. She gently ran her fingers down my cheek and over to my lips, tracing them as if she were memorizing them.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. You are just so adorable! And when you blush! Wow." She grinned repentantly at me.

"Now let's try this again. What is your name, fair Stranger?" She husked at me as she stepped closer so there was no empty space between our bodies. I could feel her heat seeping out and languidly enveloping my body. I shivered slightly, and looked up to meet her eyes.

"Benton. Benton Rae Rush." My voice quivered slightly.

"Taylor. Taylor Connor O' Donnell. Well, Miss Benton, may I buy you a drink?"

I couldn't help but smile as I nodded bashfully. She took my hand and led me over to the bar. I heard footsteps behind me, and glanced back over my shoulder, to see G picking herself up off the ground and wiggling her eyebrows at me.

Mmmmmm, you go, girl! Let her get you good and drunk then she can take advantage of you in the bathroom. Stall number 2 is a good one. She gave me the thumbs up and then dashed off in search of an unsuspecting waitress.

"So what's your pleasure?" She drawled at me as she straddled the stool and gripped it with strong jean clad thighs. She rocked back and forth slightly on the stool as she waited for my answer. I felt all the moisture in my body migrate south and it wasn't even summer yet!

You! You're her pleasure. She wants youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Crowed and exultant G from behind me. I whirled around quickly and snarled back at her. She stopped mid hip thrust.

"Don't you have waitresses to hump?"

Nope Billie threatened to castrate me if I didn't leave her girls alone! She whimpered quietly as she grabbed at her crotch. I laughed as she hunched over grabbing her strap-on.

"Uh, Benton? You ok?" I whirled around to meet confused brown eyes and an arched eyebrow.

"Oh yeah. I'm fine. Sorry. I uh...was just laughing at something I saw over by the pool table." I carefully blocked her view of G so she wouldn't ask questions, and so G wouldn't get past me and hump Taylor's leg.

"Ok." She quirked at me. "Sooooo…what do you want?"

"Smirnoff Twist Raz," I grinned at her. I watched Billie grab a Smirnoff, twist off the cap and reach over the bar to hand it to me, as I moved up and straddled the stool next to Taylor.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned quietly. "Good choice, Stranger." She smirked at me as she ran her tongue lightly across her lips.

Damn. All the moisture ran South again. I tried to clench my thighs together against the sudden pulsing down South, only to have them hampered by the hard round seat of the stool. I awkwardly wiggled around on the stool so I wasn't straddling it anymore. I felt the heat in my body go North as a tell- tale tide of red waved up my neck and face.

"Rum and Coke, please. Oh and two Kamikaze shots." She motioned to Billie and turned back to me, flashing her straight, pearly whites at me.

I saw Billie hesitate and look to me. She knew what a lightweight I was; G was the heavy drinker of the two of us. Speaking of G, where the hell was she? My face tightened, and I scowled to myself wondering what trouble she was getting into.

"Hey, now, Stranger. What's the frown for, Little One?" She asked as she smoothed out the frown with the tips of her fingers. She leaned closer to me, until we were almost nose-to-nose. She licked her lips and continued to gaze at me with twinkling, brown eyes. I was caught, trapped in her gaze, and I felt, rather then heard the pounding music from the disc jockey slowly recede, along with the laughter, clinking glasses, curses, hoots and hollers of the bar patrons. Oh my God. How cliché! I gave myself a mental shake.

"K." I managed to choke out to Billie. Billie mixed the drinks and slid them across to us. Taylor grabbed the two shots and handed one to me. She grinned and clinked her glass with mine.

"Here's to opportunities." She winked at me and downed the shot.

"Blllgt…glaapthk." I choked as the moisture went South again, only this time on a one-way ticket. I downed the shot.


End of Part II….To be continued in….yup, you guessed it…Part III!