Author ‘s Notes: Please, nobody take this little story seriously. It‘s just a little smut biscuit because I was feeling a bit down, so I wrotesomething really smutty to cheer myself up. No plot involved here. I wasreading some old favorites (yes, they were smut too, and deliciously so,I might add), when I realized I ‘ve never written anything truly plotless.So here it is.

Ah, and in case you ‘re wondering about the title: Whilst reading mywell thumbed copy of Star Trek: The Next Generation Companion I becameintrigued with the idea of a bottle show. A bottle show being when a seriesis running low on cash, so it will write a script that doesn ‘t need ahuge budget, perhaps setting it all in the one place. I thought, what wouldhappen if a Pretender story was set all in the one place? What if it wasset all in the one room? What if Miss Parker and Jarod were in the oneroom? What if they were hot, causing one or more of them to start sheddingclothes? Then I spent half an hour staring into space. Then I took a shower.I painted my nails and stared into space a bit more. Then I heated up somecanned dead meat and ate it with toast. And finally I went and WROTE THESTORY.

Here is the result. Sorry for my abnormally long ramblings...
 
 

I suppose I asked for it. Hell, I know I asked for it. Teasing MissParker is just asking for trouble. We sit, side by side, in stony silence.Just like we have for the last three hours. I check my watch. Almost five,now. It’s beginning to cool down a little, but I’m still tempted to shedmy shirt. I glare at one silk stocking, still sitting on the bed. Thatwas my downfall. Those damn legs of hers.

‘‘I suppose we should ration the cheese and crackers.’‘ Miss Parkerspeaks, for the first time since her laughing fit subsided. I grunt inacknowledgement as she gets up and goes to the fridge. She bends down andrummages around inside the fridge. That woman has one hell of an ass onher.

‘‘Get your eyes off the prize Jarod.’‘ Parker calls. She comes backto the bed and sits down. To my surprise she passes me a beer. I look herin the eye, wary of the glint there.

‘‘Truce.’‘ She proclaims, and sticks a hand out. I shake. Truces withMiss Parker are my Holy Grail. The idea is nice, but I don’t think it wasever meant to be found.

Parker grins evilly, then starts in on the food. We sit, munch and drinkin companionable silence. There’s Happy Days reruns on. I flick anotherbutton undone on the front of my shirt. Ah hell. I put down my beer andwrestle my shirt off, singlet too, tossing it on the floor. Miss Parkercasts a sneaky glance at my body. It would seem I’m not the only one inlust here. A brooding silence ensues. This is probably all a part of DrCharles’ plan. Kill us through sexual frustration. Oooh. That’s a goodone.

‘‘This is probably all a part of Dr Charles’ plan. Kill us through...‘‘then again, she doesn’t need her gun to kill me, ‘‘Kill us through boredom.’‘I say, catching myself just in time. Miss Parker shifts to look at me.Uh oh.

‘‘You want to play a game Jarod?’‘ I’m not sure I like her tone. I thinkI love it. I draw my knees up so I’m half kneeling, facing her.

‘‘Okay. What sort of game?’‘ I ask. She grins, dangerously, draggingher eyes over my body. I gulp.

‘‘Ever heard of Truth or Dare?’‘ she asks coyly. I shake my head. Soundsfun.

‘‘What happens is that I ask you what you want, truth, dare, doubledare, torture, kiss or promise. You pick one. Truth means that you haveto answer any question I ask you with complete honesty. Dare means youhave to do anything I dare you to do. Double dare means we both have todo whatever I say. Torture means I get to torture you in some way. Promisemeans you have to promise to do whatever I ask.’‘ Parker explains. Didit just get hotter in here? I lick my lips. She forgot one.

‘‘What about kiss? You forgot to tell me what kiss meant.’‘ I say breathlessly.Miss Parker smiles and leans in towards me in a conspiratorial manner.I can smell that perfume, that damn heavenly perfume.

‘‘Kiss,’‘ she begins, placing a big emphasis on the word, ‘‘Means thatyou have to kiss whatever, or whoever I say.’‘

Her mouth is about one inch away from mine. Oh god.

‘‘I choose kiss.’‘ I whisper.

Kiss me, kiss me, please kiss me, oh god please kiss me...

‘‘Kiss the wall.’‘ Parker says, sitting up straight and pointing atthe wall. I blink in surprise, look at the wall, then look at her again.

‘‘Huh?’‘

Brilliant answer Jarod.

‘‘You have to kiss whatever I say. I say kiss the wall.’‘ Miss Parkersays, then looks at me expectantly. I suppress a groan, climb off the bedand advance on the wall. I’m sure its got about three inches of grime onit.

‘‘Mwah!’‘ I say, planting one on the wall. The wall looks pleased, ifwalls can express emotions. Parker giggles.

Giggles. The Ice Queen giggles. I think I like this game after all.

‘‘Okay. My turn now?’‘ I ask, jumping back on the bed. Parker grins.

‘‘I pick double dare.’‘ She says.

I double dare us to fuck like bunnies.

‘‘I double dare us to...both touch the bed. Hey look, we’re alreadydoing it, my turn now?’‘ I say quickly, and smirk. Miss Parker rolls hereyes.

‘‘Pick one.’‘

‘‘I pick...’‘ this involves a lot of thought. Torture sounds interesting,but it may be of the painful variety.

‘‘I pick truth.’‘ I say finally. Sounds safe. Miss Parker thinks fora moment before asking.

‘‘What’s your favourite sexual position?’‘

Oh. My. God.

‘‘Huh?’‘

‘‘You heard me.’‘

We get to ask sex questions!!

‘‘Wom...Woman on top.’‘ I say nervously. Last time I checked, you don’tcasually discuss your favourite sexual positions with your would-be captor.But who am I to protest?

‘‘Nice.’‘ Parker murmurs, narrowing her eyes. ‘‘Okay, me. I pick...dare.’‘

Now this requires thought. What can I get her to do that won‘t makeher get really mad, hit me and storm off into the bathroom, yet still encouragesme to get tingly all over?

It’s hot in here.

‘‘I dare you to undo my pants with your teeth.’‘ Please don’t hit me,I tack on silently. Miss Parker arches her perfect brows at me. I grin.

‘‘I have boxers on. And it’s hot.’‘ I say cheekily. Miss Parker shrugs,then begins to advance on all fours. I think I’ve stopped breathing.

I lean back against the headboard, inhaling deeply. Miss Parker plantsher hands on either side of my hips, lowering her head to my belt. I don’tknow if I can take the sight of her face hovering over my groin. I lookup at the ceiling, then back down at her again. I don’t think

I can miss it either.

‘‘Hold. Still.’‘ Miss Parker says carefully, then begins tugging onmy belt with her teeth. I try not to groan. With amazing skill she managesto undo my belt, pulling it free at long last. Then she contemplates myfly. Thank god for button ups.

‘‘Hmmm.’‘ Parker sighs, then lowers her mouth. Her chin bumps againstthe bulge in my pants and I clutch the bed sheets in my hands. Her mouthpresses against the materiel, working the buttons free quickly with hertongue and teeth. Talk about tingly.

‘‘Ohhh.’‘ I moan when the last button is free, my erection strainingout of the open fly, against my boxer shorts. Miss Parker eyes it, cat-like,then deliberately places her palm over the bulge, cupping me. I shudder.She leans in close, rubbing her hand gently back and forth, placing herlips on my ear.

‘‘Truth, dare, double dare, torture, kiss or promise?’‘ she whispers.I nod. All of the above, just don’t stop.

‘‘Jarod?’‘ she whispers, and her hands stops.

‘‘Ah. Um. Double dare?’‘ I try. Anything to get her hand going again. I resist the urge to use my own hand. Miss Parker sits up straight, keepingher hand on my lap, unmoving. My hips buck a little of their own accord.

‘‘Stop that. Alright. We have to...’‘ Miss Parker pauses, then grins.She leans over, whispering in my ear exactly what we have to do. My eyeswiden.

****

This is the best idea I’ve had in a long time. Jarod looks down at me,uncertainty written all over his face. A little towel clutched around hiswaist. Beer in hand.

‘‘Are you getting in, or not?’‘ I ask. Jarod nods, dropping the towel.I grin. He blushes. I flick some bubbles at him, and he climbs in the bathwith me. It’s too small, so I end up practically sitting on his lap, mylegs around his waist. Jarod begins to stroke my calves.

‘‘Okay Parker, truth, dare, double dare, torture kiss or promise?’‘he asks with a mischievous glint in his eye. He’s looking at where thebubbles are just covering my breasts. I smile, sipping my beer.

‘‘Kiss.’‘ I decide. Jarod considers for a moment.

‘‘There are all sorts of nasty creepy crawlies in this room...’‘ hemurmurs. I glare.

‘‘Kiss me.’‘ He whispers finally, not joking any more. I stare at himspeculatively, wondering how well he’d take it if I just gave him a peckon the cheek. But that’s not what he wants. Not what I want either.

I edge forward, tightening my legs around his waist. Jarod grins andpulls me up onto his lap, and I hurriedly put the beer down. I lower mymouth to his, nuzzling our lips together. Jarod groans, his hands on mywaist, and pulls me closer, his still swollen cock rubbing against my thigh.I chuckle, pressing my mouth fully to his, my wet and soapy breasts slidingacross his chest, his tongue invading my mouth. We wrestle for control,deepening the kiss, Jarod’s hands shifting to my ass and pulling me eventighter against him. Water splashes over the edge of the tub, and one handssnakes up to my chest, cupping and kneading my slippery breast. I clutchat his shoulders and break the kiss, gasping for air.

‘‘Oh god.’‘ I moan as Jarod drops his head to my neck, leaving a trailof wet hot kisses. He pulls my body away from him, tipping me back to lapat my breasts. He laves his tongue all around the underside, finally kissinghis way up to my nipple and sucking gently. I moan deep in my throat.

‘‘Jarod?’‘ I gasp out.

‘‘Jarod!’‘ I groan, finally catching his attention. He stops, pullingback to look at me.

‘‘Wha?’‘ he mutters, his eyes dark with arousal. I dig my nails intohis shoulders, staring down at him intently.

‘‘I pick dare.’‘ I sigh. Jarod stares incredulously at me. Then beginsto laugh.

‘‘I dare you to get the hell out of this bath, dry, and in that bedas quickly as possible!’‘ he growls. I grin.

‘‘That’s a double dare!’‘ I protest. Jarod chuckles, and I stand up,shaking off as much water as I can manage. Jarod gazes up at my body inappreciation as I jump out. He follows, finding one of the musty towelsand drying us both down quickly. I squeal when the towel slips, leavinghis hand ‘accidentally’ between my legs. Jarod grins, then hauls me upin his arms, opens the door and-

‘‘Cute. Real cute.’‘

Jarod puts me down real fast, pulling me close to him, my chest pressedagainst his, concealing everything except my bare ass.

‘‘Dr Dolliag, I presume.’‘ Jarod says. I hit his arm, now is not thetime for jokes. Jarod inches us both forward, snatching his shirt off thefloor quickly and draping it around my shoulders. I thread my arms throughthe sleeves and button the front while Jarod rescues his boxer shorts.Dolliag smirks, admiring my legs. Jarod steps forward, in front of me,a vicious expression on his face. Dolliag raises his gun, smiling darkly.

‘‘Now Jarod, don’t try anything. Wouldn’t want your lady friend to gethurt.’‘ His eyes rake over my body, starkly outlined through the thin materialof Jarod’s shirt. It’s beginning to stick to my body in damp patches. Iraise my chin and glare.

‘‘I thought you would have still been at Veronica’s party, Charles.’‘Jarod intones quietly. He shifts on his feet a bit, so he’s almost directlyin front of me, covering me from sight.

‘‘Yes, well, I thought I’d come check up on my close friend, Jarod Clintthe traitor. I bet that’s not even your real name!’‘ the good doctor huffspompously. It occurs to me a few years ago that the man owned a dog thatis smarter than him. The dog is dead and buried. Jarod remains in stonysilence.

‘‘It seems you’re having quite a party here. Don’t let me interrupt.‘‘Dolliag says, eying the beer bottles and discarded clothing around theplace. He laughs to himself as he stands to leave, pausing in the doorway.

‘‘I’ll be back tomorrow night. Have fun now, because it’s the last timeyou ever will.’‘ He sneers, then slams the door shut. We both hear theheavy sound of a bolt sliding home, then a car speeding off. Jarod sitsdown on the bed heavily, his head in his hands. I sit next to him, andplace my hand on his back. He shrugs it off angrily.

‘‘This is my fault. I have to find a way out of here.’‘ He says, jumpingup and prowling around the room. He begins testing the bars on the windowas I stare at him.

‘‘Jarod!’‘ I cry, furious. My body still burns. Jarod turns back tolook at me, his eyes lingering where the damp shirt has stuck to my breasts.

‘‘You’d better get dressed.’‘ He says gruffly, and turns back to thewindow. Outraged, I snatch up my clothes, walking into the wet bathroomand slamming the door shut.

****

I’m going to kill him.

‘‘I’m sorry Miss Parker.’‘ Jarod says quietly. I keep my gaze lockedon the blaring television. Jarod finally gives up trying to find a wayout, coming to sit beside me. He brushes his hand across my shoulder. Islap it away. Darkness fell hours ago, its late now. I stomp into the bathroom,retrieving Jarod’s shirt from where I hung it up to dry. I leave the dooropen as I shed my dress and pull on his shirt, letting him know exactlywhat he’s missing. I stomp back, turn off the television and lay down onthe bed, pulling the sheet over me, my back to Jarod. He sighs heavily.

‘‘Miss Parker-’‘

‘‘Goodnight, Jarod!’‘ I bit out. I hear another heavy sigh, then thelight goes out. The bed dips, there is some rustling noises, and then allis silent. Despite my tension, I’m surprised how quickly I fall into sleep.

There’s a warm body under me. And a hand stroking my back. I shift,snuggling deeper into the nice smelling warmth. My leg tangles with somebodyelse’s, and I stroke my smooth calf against a hairy one. I sigh sleepily.Shift a bit more. Something hard digs into my hip, and I tighten my armaround whatever it is I’m clutching. Stretch.

‘‘Ohhh.’‘ Somebody moans. I blink, bright light invading. A warm handsettles on my bare ass, tugging me into place, both my legs tangled, thehard thing nestled between my thighs. I close my eyes again and sigh. Thehand explores my ass, searching for something. Finds the strap of my thongover my hip. Moves back to cup my ass. Another hand joins it. I snuggleup into a hollow near my face, drifting off again.

The hands hold my ass, hips lift and the hard thing grinds in just theright spot.

‘‘Ahhh!’‘ I cry, completely awake and burning with pleasure. I openmy eyes, my nose pressed against Jarod’s neck, my arms around his waist,and his chest rumbles with amusement underneath me. He grasps my butt again,grinding his erection into me. I moan, clutching at him.

‘‘No fair. You took advantage of a sleeping woman.’‘ I groan. He laughsagain.

‘‘You cuddled up to me. Not my fault that I couldn’t resist all thedelicious little movements you were making.’‘ Jarod says, his voice raspywith sleep. His hips surge again, and I begin to pant, scrabbling to keepa grip as he does it again. I bear down this time, tilting my hips, sohis cock hits my clit on a perfect angle. We both moan. I arch my back,lifting up to face him, rubbing my breasts against his chest.

‘‘Would you look at us, dry humping like a couple of teenagers.’‘ Isigh, biting my lip as Jarod thrusts against me once more. His face isflushed, his eyes black pools. I drop my head to kiss his chest, then kisshis mouth. One hand leaves my butt to tangle in my hair, and I put onepalm flat on the bed for leverage. We rock together some more, moaninginto each others mouths. His satin boxers are sliding slickly against mywet panties, and I figure its time for some more friction. Of the internalkind.

‘‘Get naked.’‘ I demand, pulling away from the kiss. Jarod nods frantically,using one hand to tug off his boxers, then kicking them the rest of theway off.

‘‘Condom.’‘ Jarod croaks, gently setting me aside to rummage in thepockets of his pants, lying next to the bed. I groan at the delay, tuggingoff my damp panties. Jarod rolls back, pulling a few condoms out of hiswallet, then throws the wallet aside. His hands are shaking. I straddlehis hips, taking one of the condoms from his hands and tossing the othertwo aside, leaning to kiss him as I rip open the foil packet.

Jarod bites his lip in pleasured agony when I slide the condom ontohis cock, rolling it down with my palms, careful not to let my nails anywherenear it. I lean forward and kiss him again, panting with anticipation,holding his erection in my hand and positioning myself over it. We bothmoan when I sink down, taking his full length inside of me. Jarod restsone hand on my hip, the other reaching up to undo the buttons of the shirtI’m wearing. He parts its folds and cups one breast, making me moan ashe tugs on the nipple. I raise myself up on my knees, so barely an inchis left inside of me, then thrust down hard again. We both cry out at thearray of sensations, and I repeat the motion, setting a rhythm for us.Jarod waits until I’ve found the angle I want before thrusting in unisonwith me.

‘‘Open your eyes.’‘ Jarod pants out, and I realise for the first timethat they were closed. I look down at him and he grins, his hand on myhip moving between my legs, his thumb seeking out and finding my clit.He presses against it and I gasp. I rock our bodies together, feeling thetension in my belly building. I lean forward, bracing my elbows besideJarod’s head and changing the angle. Both Jarod’s hands grasp my hips urgingme to go faster. I kiss him, roughly, our noses bumping and our tonguesentwining, the tips of my breasts brushing against his chest with everymove. Jarod breaks the kiss, tossing his head back.

‘‘Oh god!’‘ he cries, and I can hear little keening noises. Coming fromme, I realise. The pace and the pleasure becomes almost unbearable, andI cry out loudly, striving for release, gasping and moaning but not quitemaking it. Jarod sees my frantic expressions, grasping my head and bringingmy ear to his lips.

‘‘Come.’‘ He instructs, pressing one hard thumb to my clit in one suddenmotion, and that’s all I need, tightening over his body, waves of pleasureflowing over me. I call out, his name, I think, shouting and quivering,my body bucking. Jarod thrusts into me a few more times before his facecontorts, his body arching off the bed.

I collapse onto his chest, breathing hard. Jarod strokes my hair withshaking fingers, and kisses my forehead, then shifts to whisper in my ear.

‘‘My turn. I pick kiss.’‘

****

‘‘Okay truth.’‘ I say. Miss Parker’s face darkens, and I pull her tightagainst me, casting her a questioning glance.

‘‘What are we going to do about Dolliag?’‘ she asks, obviously worried.I stroke her hair gently, smiling reassuringly.

‘‘We’re both strong, smart people-’‘

‘‘And modest too.’‘ She interrupts. I smile.

‘‘We’ll jump him.’‘ I say simply. Parker grins, pulling my head downfor another long, passionate kiss. I moan softly, pushing the sheet awayfrom her body and cupping one breast, squeezing it gently.

I had sex with Miss Parker. I have this purely masculine urge to goout to some seedy bar, shoot pool and brag.

‘‘I pick double dare.’‘ Miss Parker says, breaking the kiss. I raisemy
eyebrows.

‘‘Make out like horny teenagers?’‘ I ask hopefully. Parker chuckles,leaning in to kiss me, pulling the sheet over both of our heads as we slidedown the mattress. I cover her body with mine, wrapping my arms aroundher waist, grinding my renewed erection against her. She giggles, windingher arms around my neck.

‘‘Miss Parker we came as quick as we could! Are you ok? Where’s Jar-Oh!’‘ Broots says in one garbled burst as he flings the door open. MissParker and I freeze under the sheet. We pull the sheet down just enoughto peek out, still wrapped around each other. Broots and Sydney are standingin the open doorway. Sydney looks highly amused while Broots looks shocked,horrified and a little heartbroken. There is a long silence before Sydneybegins to chuckle.

‘‘Doesn’t anybody fucking knock anymore!’‘ Miss Parker yells, mortified.Broots winces.
 

‘‘Um. We, ah, well...’‘ he begins, then fades into miserable silence.I roll off Miss Parker, trying to hide my own smile. She sits up, holdingthe sheet to her breasts while I dig around on the floor beside the bedclosest to the wall.

‘‘Miss Parker, we thought we were rescuing you.’‘ Sydney intervenes.He casts a knowing look at me. ‘‘Obviously you didn’t need rescuing.’‘He says, and tries to suppress another laugh. I pass Miss Parker my shirt,which she yanks on and does up quickly, and I pull on my boxer shorts underthe sheet.

‘‘We’ll, uh, we’ll wait outside.’‘ Broots stammers, and all but shovesSydney through the door in his haste to get out. Miss Parker hunts arounduntil she finds her dress and underwear, pulling them on with a barelysuppressed violence to her actions. I tug on my pants, doing them up quicklyand trying to keep my thoughts off how they got undone.

Looks like I don’t need to brag after all.

‘‘Okay. Let them in.’‘ Parker huffs when she’s dressed, flopping downon the bed. I open the door for the two waiting men, who file past me.Broots doesn’t meet my eyes, while Sydney gives me an amused look. I shutthe door and sit next to Miss Parker, who stares at the floor resentfully. Broots looks everywhere but at the bed. I watch her, while Sydney watchesme. Miss Parker clears her throat.

‘‘So how did you find us?’‘ she asks quietly. Talk about tension inthe
air.

‘‘We discovered that Jarod would be at the same party you were, andcame down to back you up.’‘ Sydney explains. Broots shifts on his feetnervously.

‘‘And you didn’t find either of us there.’‘ I conclude. Sydney nods.

‘‘Dear Mrs Dolliag remembered only that you two and her son had leftquite suddenly. She was very helpful.’‘ Sydney says with distaste. Obviouslygood old Veronica had tried her charms on Sydney.

‘‘So we, uh, tracked down Dr Dolliag, who freaked out when we mentionedyour names. We found out he kept a little ‘ love nest,’’‘ Broots said,choking on the words, ‘‘Upstate for his mistresses, we came up here andhere you are.’‘

I nod. Miss Parker frowns.

‘‘Daddy know you’re here?’‘ she asks. Sydney shakes his head. She sighsin relief. Silence reigns. I pick up her hand and stroke her palm withmy thumb. Parker seems uncomfortable with such a public display of affection.I don’t care.  She looks at me, looks at Sydney, opens her mouth thencloses it again. I grin.

‘‘We had best get going soon if you want to get back to Blue Cove tonight.We’ll give you a lift into New Orleans Jarod.’‘ Sydney suggests. Miss Parkernods slowly. Sydney hesitates. ‘‘We can give you a few minutes if you’dlike.’‘ He offers. I smile and nod. ‘‘We’ll wait in the car.’‘

Broots and Sydney leave the room, closing the door softly behind them.

‘‘Kiss.’‘ I say. Miss Parker smiles, leaning over to place a lingeringkiss on my mouth.

‘‘Truth.’‘ She whispers against my lips. I look her in the eye.

‘‘Will you regret this?’‘ I ask, deadly serious. Miss Parker smiles.

‘‘No.’‘ she replies. She pauses, studying her hands, then raises hereyes to mine.

‘‘Jarod, I can’t... I mean, nothing can...’‘ she falls silent. I cupher chin gently, then tug her to her feet.

‘‘I know Parker.’‘ I murmur. She smiles, then leans up and kisses meonce more. I lead her to the door.

‘‘Dare.’‘ I decide. Miss Parker thinks for a moment as I pull open thedoor.

‘‘Alright, I dare you to give Broots at least one wedgie before we getto New Orleans.’‘

‘‘What the hell is a wedgie?’‘

‘‘Well, taking the person by surprise, you have to grab their underwear...‘‘

The door closes behind us.

Fini.

----

Mandy.
 
 

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