babe in the woods.
“That cage is… interesting,” I said. “Can you tell me about it?” I asked.
“Glad you want to know,” he said. “It’s where I make my money.”
“Does it lock?” I asked.
“C’mon, I’ll show you,” he said, taking my hand and leading me toward it.
“No, no, that’s okay,” I said, feeling suddenly afraid. “I get kind of claustrophobic. I don’t think I would like it in there too much.”
----
“ Y ou’ll be fine ,” he said. “I want you to see what it’s like from the inside looking out. I’ll be with you.”
We walked up a short ramp and he threw the door open. It was chain-linked metal spray painted black. The walls stood at least eight feet high and the canvassed floor was covered in the varying graphics of the gym’s sponsors.
Luke closed the door behind us.
“It seems smaller once your inside,” I said.
“You’re right. There’s nowhere to run once you’re in here,” Luke said. He slyly raised an eyebrow. “You couldn’t get away from me if you tried.”
“Good thing there’s other people here,” I said, playing along with his game. “You can’t take advantage of me until they’re gone.”
Luke stopped and smirked at me as if to say ‘oh yeah?’
He turned and hoisted himself up to the top of the cage, effortlessly swinging his legs over the side. I couldn’t help but notice his flexed ab muscles when his shirt pulled up.
“Listen up!” Luke yelled, cupping both hands around his mouth. “The gym’s closed, everybody go on home for the night and get some rest.” His voice boomed through the cavernous building.
One by one the guys and girls started to collect their things and file out through the front doors. No one seemed to question him.
“Now what?” he asked. I’d never seen anyone so proud of themselves.
“I get it, you’re the man,” I said, trying to blow off just how impressed I really was. “You say ‘jump’ and everybody else yells ‘how high?’”
We stared each other down from opposite sides of the cage. He was right at home.
“The floor is kind of bouncy,” I said, trying to change the subject. “It feels like I’m walking on a hard trampoline.”
“You are, in a way,” he reluctantly let the conversation drift away from the flirtatious overtones. “It’s plywood with about an inch and a half of mat covering the top. Keeps the fighters safer when they grapple...”
“Oh… neat,” I said.
Did I really just say neat?
“Yeah, it’s really neat-o,” said Luke with a mocking grin. “Alright, that’s enough of this stuff, let’s go get that steak.”
“Oh. Tonight?” He had completely caught me off guard.
“Yes, tonight. Did you think I wanted to go next week? I’m a busy man, Bria.”
“I don’t know. I have to work tomorrow and it’s getting late.” I don’t why I was trying to sink this; it was like my brain was doing it automatically.
“Late?” he said, incredulously. “It’s hardly six-thirty. What, are you afraid you’re gonna miss Wheel of Fortune, grandma?”
“No! I’m just…”
“Afraid of what you might do?” he said, finishing my sentence.
“No, I’m not,” I protested.
“Good, then let’s go.”
Eleven
Luke
I ’m not surprised she came back, but damn did she look good in that skirt. This girl was still a bit of a mystery. I could already tell she was gonna be a handful, though.
When I opened the passenger door of my car she slid in front of me, lingering long enough for me to smell her hair. I got so hard the zipper nearly blew off my jeans. She had an effect on me like I hadn’t experienced in years. Maybe it was the endorphins coursing through me when I met her… Maybe it was just the way her eyes melted my insides… I was hooked.
I wanted her.
“If I knew you were coming out dressed like that I might have skipped dinner,” I said, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“You know, you can throttle back a little bit on the act,” she said,
“That cage is… interesting,” I said. “Can you tell me about it?” I asked.
“Glad you want to know,” he said. “It’s where I make my money.”
“Does it lock?” I asked.
“C’mon, I’ll show you,” he said, taking my hand and leading me toward it.
“No, no, that’s okay,” I said, feeling suddenly afraid. “I get kind of claustrophobic. I don’t think I would like it in there too much.”
----
“ Y ou’ll be fine ,” he said. “I want you to see what it’s like from the inside looking out. I’ll be with you.”
We walked up a short ramp and he threw the door open. It was chain-linked metal spray painted black. The walls stood at least eight feet high and the canvassed floor was covered in the varying graphics of the gym’s sponsors.
Luke closed the door behind us.
“It seems smaller once your inside,” I said.
“You’re right. There’s nowhere to run once you’re in here,” Luke said. He slyly raised an eyebrow. “You couldn’t get away from me if you tried.”
“Good thing there’s other people here,” I said, playing along with his game. “You can’t take advantage of me until they’re gone.”
Luke stopped and smirked at me as if to say ‘oh yeah?’
He turned and hoisted himself up to the top of the cage, effortlessly swinging his legs over the side. I couldn’t help but notice his flexed ab muscles when his shirt pulled up.
“Listen up!” Luke yelled, cupping both hands around his mouth. “The gym’s closed, everybody go on home for the night and get some rest.” His voice boomed through the cavernous building.
One by one the guys and girls started to collect their things and file out through the front doors. No one seemed to question him.
“Now what?” he asked. I’d never seen anyone so proud of themselves.
“I get it, you’re the man,” I said, trying to blow off just how impressed I really was. “You say ‘jump’ and everybody else yells ‘how high?’”
We stared each other down from opposite sides of the cage. He was right at home.
“The floor is kind of bouncy,” I said, trying to change the subject. “It feels like I’m walking on a hard trampoline.”
“You are, in a way,” he reluctantly let the conversation drift away from the flirtatious overtones. “It’s plywood with about an inch and a half of mat covering the top. Keeps the fighters safer when they grapple...”
“Oh… neat,” I said.
Did I really just say neat?
“Yeah, it’s really neat-o,” said Luke with a mocking grin. “Alright, that’s enough of this stuff, let’s go get that steak.”
“Oh. Tonight?” He had completely caught me off guard.
“Yes, tonight. Did you think I wanted to go next week? I’m a busy man, Bria.”
“I don’t know. I have to work tomorrow and it’s getting late.” I don’t why I was trying to sink this; it was like my brain was doing it automatically.
“Late?” he said, incredulously. “It’s hardly six-thirty. What, are you afraid you’re gonna miss Wheel of Fortune, grandma?”
“No! I’m just…”
“Afraid of what you might do?” he said, finishing my sentence.
“No, I’m not,” I protested.
“Good, then let’s go.”
Eleven
Luke
I ’m not surprised she came back, but damn did she look good in that skirt. This girl was still a bit of a mystery. I could already tell she was gonna be a handful, though.
When I opened the passenger door of my car she slid in front of me, lingering long enough for me to smell her hair. I got so hard the zipper nearly blew off my jeans. She had an effect on me like I hadn’t experienced in years. Maybe it was the endorphins coursing through me when I met her… Maybe it was just the way her eyes melted my insides… I was hooked.
I wanted her.
“If I knew you were coming out dressed like that I might have skipped dinner,” I said, grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“You know, you can throttle back a little bit on the act,” she said,
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