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said. “What’s your name?”
    “Cassie,” she replied as she went for the eight ball. As she bent over, Grant saw her red lace thong bubble from the top of her voluptuous cheeks.
    “Playing pool all alone?” Grant smiled at her from behind his glass. Suddenly, Cassie stopped. She stood up and threw the pool stick onto the table.
    “What do you want, Grant?” she asked, looking him in the eye. The move was unexpected. Also, Grant wasn’t used to women being this direct with him.
    “Just some light conversation,” he shrugged. “That’s all.”
    She stared at him in the eyes. Her thin trail of mascara over her vividly green eyes was daunting.
    “If you wanna fuck,” Cassie started. Then just say that you wanna fuck.”
    Grant looked around the room to see if anyone else had heard. It seemed as though the music had blared her talking. That or this type of thing was typical around here.
    “I never said that.”
    “I can practically smell how horny you are,” Cassie said looking him in the eye.
    “Fine then,” Grant said. He chugged the rest of his beer, slammed it on a wooden countertop, and walked over to her. They were nearly touching as he towered over her bounding body.
    “I wanna fuck,” he said glaring at her in the eyes. Cassie began to giggle. “What’s funny?”
    “How many women have you slept with today, Grant?” she asked, stilling smiling from her light laughter. Grant didn’t like the way that she laughed at him. He wanted to shut her up by shoving his cock deep into her pretty little mouth.
    “None,” Grant lied.
    “Grant…” Cassie said wearily. Then she pointed to her nose. It was as if she was signaling that she knew more than he wanted her to know. “Be direct.”
    Grant usually would lie to a woman at this point. Cassie, however, seemed to be something a bit different. There was elegance to the way that she moved. In just the brief few moments with her, Grant could tell that she wasn’t like any other woman he had ever met.
    “I want to fuck you,” Grant said, annunciating each word with keen precision.
    “Very good,” Cassie smiled. She ran her hands down the front of Grant’s shirt. He felt his cock growing as she touched him. “Meet me outside in five minutes.”
                  “That might be too long,” Grant said with a curled lip.
                  “You’ll just have to wait then,” she replied. Then Cassie made her way back to the pool table. “You better get going before I change my mind.”
                  Grant usually didn’t it like it when women took charge. However, something about Cassie got his blood coming to a rolling boil. He headed to the bar to pay the tab.
                  “That one is more trouble than she looks,” said the bartender through his scarred eye.
                  “Good,” Grant said as he slammed down a wrinkled bill onto the counter. “I like trouble.”

The Stream
     
                  Grant grew impatient as he waited. Ten minutes had gone by when Cassie said only five. His cock was stick thick inside of his riding jeans. He so badly wanted to plunge it into her pussy as fast as he could.
                  “Sorry!” Cassie said as she strolled out of the bar. “I had to find my purse and then I got caught up talking to one of the waitresses.”
                  “Are we gonna fuck or what?” Grant asked. Cassie walked past him and gave him a sideways look.
                  “We’re gonna fuck alright,” she said. “Follow me, Mr. Eager.”
                  “Where are we going?”
                  “Well, we’re sure not as hell going to fuck right here for all of these creeps to see.”
                  Grant started to follow her down the gravel covered path. Cassie reached the edge of some fir trees and walked through them.
                  “In the woods?”