Third Times The Charm

[Jack Slade]

Tag: Mae Slade

you can run

  BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED

This time, it wasn't business that had him where he was, or seeking out the company of Mae. This would be their . . . third encounter, each one becoming more memorable than the last. In the couple times he had met her, it did not take long to determine her . . . taste. Not so much in the intimate sense, but more in the ways of riches. The thought of spoiling her with a gift which hardly stretched his wallet was far too enticing to forgo. So as he entered the bar where she frequented, she asked the barkeep and he motioned upstairs. She was with a 'client'. That hardly phased the deputy.

He made his way up the stairs to the couple rooms that were designated for such things. One was open, the other presumably was where she and the other was. Without a care or second thought of interrupting, he opened the door as if it was his and stepped into the room. The man had only removed his shirt, and she was still fully clothed. Fortunate for Slade.

"Get out." The man didn't question it, knowing who Slade was. Instead, he hurriedly picked up his shirt, frantic as he attempted to scramble out of the room. Slade stretched out his arm so that his hand rested on the other end of the door, his arm now blocking the man from exiting. "Pay the woman," he told him. Whether the man was serviced or not, whether he paid him or not, Slade spoke with expectation that she would be paid regardless, or double the amount. Either way made no difference to him, so long as he handed over what was owed to Mae.

[Mae Slade]

Mae . This was life. Mae had taken a client up to her room, and was watching him undress while be told her what he was going to do it her. She pretended to enjoy the idea while she was bored! The only enjoyment she got was in the coin. Just as the man had taken his shirt off, the door opened. Mae jumped slightly but then grinned brightly! Even laughed when the former client fumbled with his shirt to hurry out. When Jack demanded he pay her, she felt herself grow wet. There was something about Jack! They way his dark fit her dark. She liked it. There was something pleasing and powerful about making others feel uncomfortable, and humiliated. Something grand in knowing she had that ability over them. When Jack did it, it made her enjoy it more. Want to do it more with him. She couldn't always get away with it--but with him here to begin it, she could feed into it. He open that door for her and she loved it. The man tossed coins to her bed, and stormed out. Mae jump up from the bed, lifted her shirts as she ran the deputy and wrapped herself around him. Her lips found his and she kissed him. "He just paid for an hour of whatever you want." She tease him, knowing that with Jack she wasn't going to fake anything. She was going to enjoy. She didn't care if he was here on business to see her--Mae got what Mae wanted and Mae wanted his now! Slade

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[Jack Slade]

Tag: Mae Slade

you can run

  BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED

There was an odd sort of joy he found in seeing her smile. Odd, because it wasn't as if he felt this way about just anyone. Not even his wife. There was something . . . new. New emotions and feelings she caused to stir within him. Perhaps, he had found his soulmate. When they revelled in the same things and were so, physically in tune.

Yes. It made him come back for more and long for it. His arms went to her waist as he kissed her back, but restrained himself from starting to undo her clothing. "Anything," he repeated, more in acknowledgement rather than question. He lowered his arms from sides and took a couple of steps back, though not to leave. "Lower the top of your dress and stand in front of the mirror," he told her, moving to sit down in a chair as he filled the nearby cup with the bottle of whiskey, watching her expectantly and clearly, he was going to enjoy the show of watching her undress herself.

[Mae Slade]

Mae . His voice was always one that made her insides tighten. After he put her down and stepped back he told her what he wanted. Most men got up here and tossed her to the bed and didn't even remove their clothes. The ones that did didn't make it fun. They were hasty, and rutted. Not this one. He sat back with a controlled patience that make the game here fun. That built up a feeling the others only pretended she felt. "Want to watch me?" She asked, but it also a statement. One that led int her removing the top of her dress slowly, in an unhurried manner. It didn't matter the time. If he went over the hour she'd be grateful, not annoyed. Pushing the fabric to her waist, she held his eyes as she lifted both hands to moved her hair back and up over her head, before letting it fall behind her back. She moved to the mirror, and turned her back to him as she looked at him there instead. Holding his reflected glaze she dipped her fingers into the bottom of her shirt. "Is this what you want?" She asked, and told at the same time. Slade

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[Jack Slade]

Tag: Mae Slade

you can run

  BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED

Slade cocked his head to the side, his nonverbal response telling enough as his eyes stay fixated on her. Taking in every inch of her body, part of it starting to slowly become more and more revealed as she complied. Moving in sensual motions to lower the top of her dress, leaving her exposed. Just as he had wanted. His tongue slightly ran over the bottom of his lips as she asked him if this was what he wanted, her fingers moving to the bottom of her shirt.

He downed the last bit of his drink before standing up, knowing that if he didn't move now, he may just let her keep going. He approached her, standing directly behind her so that her back was pressed against his front. He reached into his pocket only needing one hand to unwrap the cloth that held the gift: a gold necklace with a string of diamonds along it. It was far from a cheap token, but that was after all, the point. He proceeded to put it around her neck, letting it fall perfectly in place as he looked at her through the reflection of the mirror. Yes. The riches he could offer her definitely suited the woman well. He turned his head to the side, taking in a slow breath of her scent, before pressing his lips against her ear, his voice lowered as he spoke against her skin. "Now how do you intend to thank me for it?"

[Mae Slade]

Mae . Mae watched him finish his drink and loved the way his neck moved with the sip. He moved to walk toward her, and she bit her lip knowing that soon his hands would be on her. She craved it! The way his had a roughness to them, and the way he controlled her body. She wanted the way he treated---OH GOOD MOTHER OF ALL THAT WAS! Her eyes widened in surprise as he draped the necklace over her bare neck. Lifting her hand to touch the mirror, and the other removed from her dress to touch the gift. It was by far the nicest thing she owned! A bright smile fell over her! She wanted more! THIS WAS WONDERFUL! But if he gave her this after a few rolls int he hay then imagine what she could get if she really pleased him! And pleasing was something she wanted to do anyway so it felt as if she was getting everything she wanted! She tilted her head one way and the other, taking a few moment admire the way it looked against her skin. Oh she was going to thank him alright! Leaning against this chest she dropped her hands down to take his and bring them up to her breast. "I'd do anything for you," she admitted knowing it was true. "And I will prove it tonight!" Over the short time they'd began this she'd found the same twisted darkness in him that lived in her--and he helped set her's free! Slade

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[Jack Slade]

Tag: Mae Slade

you can run

  BUT YOU'LL DIE TIRED

She liked it. That much was clear with her reaction and the way she admired it -- and herself -- in the mirror. Worthy praise if he ever did see it. His hand moved with hers to her breast, cupping it in his own palm as she told him she would do anything fro him. That she would prove it to him. Yes. He liked the sound of that; the exhilierating thought of all that it could entail. And the time they had to explore it. He brushed her hair back with his free hand, kissing the side of her neck as his hand continue to massage her breast.

"Anything," he confirmed. His hand moved from her breast, trailing up her chest, over her neck where his fingers spanned across it so that he used his top fingers to tilt her neck up a little, lowering his own head to kiss her on the lips, deeply, slowly. Building it up, knowing they had time. But . . . he also knew this, slow pace would not last. His own need was too strong and it was starting to physically manifest.

Ending the kiss, but breathing against her lips his hand trailed back down her body, cupping over the fabric that covered her core between her legs. "Then start now," he teased, encouraging her words of proving it. His head straightened to look at her reflection once more, speaking to her through it briefly before letting his lips touch over the skin of her cheek. "And you best not have any more clients tonight," he told her in between.

[Mae Slade]

Mae . "They can promptly go to hell," She told him when he said she better not have clients tonight. She didn't, it wasn't like that here. She worked the room and took someone up. They didn't demand her time. She didn't belong to just one man. She . . . she didn't belong to just one man. But she could. Maybe one day she could belong to just one man. She could be Slade's mistress if he would have her--he surely could afford one! It wasn't something done a lot but . . she could plant the seeds tonight and slowly help him think it was his idea! The thought of being his, and only his, was heavy. Not to rut under every Tom, Dick, or Henry was one she wanted. Yes! "Then let me take care of you." Mae pushed her skirts off and turned push on his chest a little, leading him backward to the bed. When he was sitting on it, she bend down to remove his boots. Once they were off, she slid her hands up his trousers to the buckle. Pulling at the fastenings she undid them and pulled them down. She kissed the inside of his knee, and made her way up to his hip, before moving to remove his shirt. "Lie back, and let me do the work tonight." She told him, climbing over him, and sitting just below his cock. Slade

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