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DISTRIBUTION: Strictly for Flights
RATING: R
CONTENT: Sexual situations.
SPOILERS: None that I could imagine.
SUMMARY: A meeting leads to a hot encounter.
NOTE: Someone's put me in a mood for some Rattlesnake action...

Miranda walked into the bar and took a deep breath. He'd done this to make her uncomfortable... she knew it. She took another deep breath and stood up straighter, heading straight for a booth within view of the bar's entrance. She felt the interested, questioning looks on her but didn't falter from her goal until she was sitting in the booth. She set her slim black suitcase on the ground next to her feet and her purse on the partially clean table.
A waitress sauntered over, a woman whose hair might have been brown at one time, but was now a tired shade of bleached blonde with inch-long roots. Her face was full of small craters and covered with a thick layer of foundation that highlighted the faults it was supposed to hide. Her eyelids drooped under the weight of her eye shadow and it failed to draw the eyes off the resignation in her eyes. A body made skinny by the harshness of life was clad in a a denim skirt that had once been dark blue but was now white with a shade of blue. Her hot pink halter top did more than enough to cover her meager breasts, wrinkled as they were.
"What'll it be honey?" she asked her.
"Cranberry vodka, please."
"We don't do mixed drinks here." "White Zinfandel then."
"White what?"
"White wine?"
"Bottle or glass?"
Miranda took a quick look around the room, saw the dreariness and turned back to the waitress, "A bottle will be perfect."
"That'll be fifteen dollars." The waitress waited, looking at Miranda, expecting her money up front.
"And I'll pay you when I get my wine."
In a huff the waitress left and Miranda smiled. She saw her reflection in the mirror behind the bar and shuddered. She was so out of place here. She was a pretty woman... hell, she was beautiful, she knew that. Her long hair was so black it was almost blue and so thick... And her facial features were still very strongly oriental, but shocking since her eyes were slanted and blue.
"Here's your wine," said the waitress, bringing back a bottle of wine and a glass.
"Thanks," Miranda said, pulling a ten and six dollar bills out of her purse and pushing them to the waitress.
She'd downed two glasses of coarse wine before he came in. He was only a client, only a client. She'd been repeating that mantra over and over in her head since he'd walked into her office three months to get his visitation rights increased. When she'd first seen him, she'd been rocked to her core.
He'd been her last appointment of the day and she could tell he'd made an effort to dress up in a pair of black trousers, which he probably only wore on special occasions, and a white shirt that did nothing to hide his wonderful body. Her attraction to him had been immediate and incredibly physical. Only her professionalism had kept her from sinking into her chair, letting out a pleasured sigh.

Steve spotted her right away, her baby blue power standing out in the darkened bar, her bright blue eyes on him. He felt himself thicken immediately and briefly wondered if his hands were clean enough. He headed right toward her, ignoring his coworkers jibes as he shouted his order to the waitress.
"Hey there," he said, sliding in on the opposite side of the booth. "Sorry about having to meet you here."
"It's okay," she whispered, feeling her body heat up at his proximity.
"Well, I know this isn't your kind of place."
"I'm here for business, not pleasure." Except the pleasure of watching you, she thought, looking at his smile.
"So what's your news?"
"The judge agreed to hear us out. Your financial situation has changed enough for them to reconsider your visitation rights."
"That's good, right?"
"Yes, it is. We have a court date next Thursday."
"That's great!" His hand shot across the table to cover hers and she gasped, surprised to find how soft his skin was. He grinned at her reaction and kept his hand on hers.
"For the girls," he explained, "I'd hate to play with them with my hands all rough and shit."
"I see. That's going to play in our favor."
"Miss Chen, I'd like to thank you. In the past three months, you've done more for my case than my other lawyer did in over a year."
"Well, I'm a damn good lawyer."
Just then, the waitress came down and slammed a pitcher of dark ale on the table with two mugs.
"That'll be seven bucks Steve."
"Put it on my tab Lou-Anne. And bring up a platter of wings. That okay with you?" he asked Miranda.
"Yeah."
While they tore through the spicy chicken, Steve found himself grow harder and harder as she sucked on her greasy fingers and licked her lips. He felt his bald head start to sweat as he looked at her. She was so beautiful. When he'd first met her, that afternoon in her office... she'd looked forbidding behind her tortoise shell glasses and yet... he'd seen the heavy swell of her breasts under her satin tank top and he'd immediately wondered at the color of her nipples.
"... Naturally," she continued, "your promotion as foreman was a big help."
"Well, you laid out out on the line for me. I did what I had to do."
"It paid off."
Their fingers shot across the table for the last chicken wing but Steve got to it first.
"I'm sorry Miss Chen, but did you want that?"
"It's okay," she pouted, "you can have it."
"I mean, if you want it..."
"It's all right."
"But I am willing to share."
Steve waved the piece of chicken in front of Miranda and pressed it against her mouth until she opened it, biting into the piece of chicken hungrily. Steve looked at her, wondering if she knew how incredibly she looked, biting the meat off the bone. She sucked the meat in so quickly that he didn't have the time to move his fingers off the bone and her lips brushed against them.
They both started guiltily, Miranda's eyes promptly moving to her lap.
"You wanna know something?" he asked after a few moments.
"Sure," she said, attempting a smile.
"Your lips are fucking soft."
"Mr. Austin!"
"I mean... when a guy kisses you, he must wanna kiss you for a really long time, you know."
"Mr. Austin, this is hardly appropriate."
"I've been appropriate for the last three months... I wanted to know the color of your nipples since the first day I met you."
"I'm leaving!"
Steve's foot shot out and blocked her way out of the booth, "I'm sorry... it's just that... I want you so damn much."
Miranda sat back down heavily and slid across the seat as Steve's boot nudged her into the back of the seat. She looked at him and saw in his eyes the lust she felt in her body.
"So you want me," she asked, "how much?"
"So much that I shower and change before all of our meetings."
"Didn't you do that before meeting your other lawyer?"
"Hell no... he was a guy!"
"Maybe that's why your case was stalled."
Steve chuckled and leaned over the table, looking straight into Miranda's eyes.
"As soon as I get this case solved, I'm going to fire you and fuck your brains out."
"What makes you think I'm not already involved with someone else?"
"What makes you think I care?"
"They might care."
"But you won't... you wanna know what I can do to your body, don't you?"
"Yes," she said, meeting his look head on. "I wanna see what you can do to my body... but I also want to know if your belly button's an innie or an outtie."
"It's an..."
"Don't spoil the surprise... I want to discover it..." Miranda smiled and sipped some of her wine, smiling at Steve over the rim.
"I wonder... how soft is your head?"
"What?"
"I mean, how often do you shave it?"
"Why?"
"Because the day I let you eat me out, I don't want to get whisker burns on my thighs from your head."
"You don't wanna...? Fuck lady..."
"When you fire me Steve... when you fire me."
"How's this? I fire you right now and I hire you when I'm done giving you a fucking so thorough you'll want to tell your mother about it."
"That good huh?"
"That good."
"Well... by the way, you might like to know... they're coral."
"What's coral?"
"My nipples... they're coral when I'm not aroused but when I am... they get dark... almost brown, you know..."
"Lady..."
"Miranda... my name's Miranda... when you come inside of me, I want you to know my name."
"Miranda..."
"Yeah. Steve."
"Say that again."
"Steve."
"You make my name sound like sex."
"And one day, it will be sex."
Steve closed his eyes and for a moment imagined her body, her skin stark against his black sheets, her hair lost in the pillows, naked and her nipples, that dark color she'd told him about. She was smiling at him, her arms open to him... Her breasts... God, her breasts, spread a little flatter over her ribcage but looking so...
"Did I look good?" her voice jerked him out of his fantasy.
"Uh... what?"
"In the fantasy you just had... did I look good?"
"Where the fuck did they make you lady?"
"In your dreams."
"No... I dreamt about you before... you didn't act like that..."
"Good... I like to surprise my lovers."
"Damn it, I want to be your lov..."
The sound of her cell phone disturbs the atmosphere and she quickly picked it up.
"Andrew? Oh my... I didn't realize how late it was... I'll be there in fifteen minutes."
Steve made a face as she apologized to the Andrew guy and look at her sullenly.
"So you're leaving?"
"I have to."
"Why?"
"Because I was supposed to meet someone for dinner and I'm over thirty minutes late."
"So? You were having fun here."
"I was... and we'll have fun again... but not tonight, okay?"
"Say... this Andrew guy?" he asked as she gathered up her things.
"Yes?"
"Who is he to you?"
"My fiancé. See you in court and dress nice!"
And off she went... her hips swinging from left to right... her fiancé... lucky man... he was going to get her in bed tonight, all hot and heavy and he wouldn't know... wouldn't know he was reaping the rewards of another man's work. Lucky man!

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