Blow Me Down
As a member of the Canadian Coast Guard, I protected Bottle Cove and made sure no one tried to enter Dragon’s Den after low tide. When I spotted a red head with a man carrying a camera, I called out, “If you hurry, you can make it but you can’t spend a long time there.”
The two picked up the pace as I headed toward the cave. Meeting them just inside, I complimented him on his camera before thrusting my hand out, “I’m Hilda and must advise you to truly hurry up if you’re going to capture images.”
His gaze shot to the entrance as he swung his camera forward. I watched him take a couple of shots before shaking my head when he motioned for me to be included in one of them. I was worried about job security along with the fact that I trusted no one.
“How do we get to Blow Me Down from here?”
The red head’s gaze flew to him before she ducked out of the entrance. I directed him and added, “I have to head that way so you can follow me.”
His mustache twitched before he nodded, “My name is James. You will allow me to photograph you there…yes?”
“Why do you want to take my picture?”
“Because you have the type of face that will look spectacular on film.”
Thinking he was hitting on me, I asked, “Is that your pickup line?”
Cocking an eyebrow, he shook his head, “That’s my opinion. If I were offering a pickup line, I would have offered a twist on the name Blow Me Down.”
Since I’d heard almost every twist imaginable, I was intrigued, “And what would that have been?”
He smirked, “I’m sure your imagination can suffice. Anything I offer now will just be tacky…yes?”
Unable to resist his reasoning, I nodded, “You have a point. I’ll allow a few shots but don’t expect any poses.”
In truth, I wondered what the background story was—who was the girl and why was she trailing behind?—but knew from previous experience not to ask. Sometimes tourists could turn on a dime and get rather testy.
I motioned for them to join me in my vehicle while firing questions about his profession, knowing that would answer some of my questions. To my surprise, she remained quiet while he relayed travels across the globe. When we arrived, she swiftly disappeared. I couldn’t contain my curiosity any more so I asked, “Who was the red head?”
“A friend who needed help just like I need yours.”
Noting that he wouldn’t offer any more, I nodded and watched as he snapped photos while asking me about the terrain. Making a swift decision based on pure attraction and his heated looks, I asked, “What are you doing for dinner?”
With a shrug, he said, “You tell me.”
“Do you like fish?”
Barking a laugh, he nodded, “Do I have a choice?”
I nodded back, “Actually, you do but you must know that we have some wonderful chefs that can offer fish like you’ve never had before.”
“Okay, you’ve hooked me.”
“Will your friend be joining us?”
“She needs a ride back to her room. After that, it’s up to you whether she joins us.”
My eyes widened, “Are you suggesting…?”
“She is with me to learn the ways of the world. I sense you know some ways in which I speak?”
Feeling the weight of his eyes drag over me like a physical presence, I nodded, “Oh, I certainly do.”
With a single nod, he barked, “Ginger, come meet Hilda. She’s agreed to help in your explorations.”
The girl appeared, seeming speechless at his words. He grinned, “Now, isn’t this fitting. You’ve stricken her dumb. If you’d heard her when I met her, you’d realize the impact.” Winking at me, he swept a hand through the air, “You’ve blown her away…yes.”
I rolled my eyes as she shot him a doting look that spoke volumes. Watching him take more shots, I quietly conversed with her and gathered a bit of their background. Upon discovering that she was in hiding from her family, I cocked an eyebrow, “He didn’t kidnap you, did he?”
She giggled, “I think I may have kidnapped him.”
Raking my eyes over this little thing, I burst out laughing. She shrugged and admitted, “I told him I was running from an arranged marriage but…” Her hand shot to her lips, “…before I left, they held a ceremony. I couldn’t bear the thought of never living before I was held hostage, losing my virginity to some old fart…never seeing the world.”
My jaw dropped, “He doesn’t know that you’re…”
She shook her head, “We sent photos of me on the run. They think I’m already in the States. He also sent one of me getting…popped.”
Cocking an eyebrow, I hissed, “Who was your…husband?”
“The devil himself…Samuel Begusautzi.”
I jumped, inadvertently shrieking at the name and stared at her as if she’d lost her mind. Old man Begus, as he was known in Newfoundland, was no one to mess around with. Her mouth formed a line as she nodded, “You can’t tell anyone. It will be my death.”
Forgetting where we were, I breathed, “You just blew my fucking mind!”
She sighed and nodded, “The name won’t mean anything to him so don’t bother mentioning it.”
I dumbly nodded, jerking my mind back to him when he stopped in front of us, “What’s going on?”
Ginger shook her head, “I was telling her of our adventures…me on the run and your rescue.”
He nodded, accepting it as he motioned toward the entrance, “Let’s get back. I have what I came for.”
I was quiet, mulling over what the girl had told me, on the way back to where they were staying. I couldn’t back out now because that would make him suspicious but I didn’t want to get mixed up in this. My gaze shot to him and, to my surprise, he silently nodded as if he knew what I was thinking.
Waiting until we got to their hotel, I asked when we fell behind her, “What was that look for in the car?”
“It was to tell you that I’m not ignorant. Do you really think I lack the capability to research?”
“Why would you help her then?”
“Because it’s bullshit. Her story. She’s a twin to the one who is now trapped by…him.”
I almost stopped walking. He grabbed my arm, smiling at her when she shot him a look. Dipping his mouth toward my ear, he explained, “Look it up if you don’t believe me. He was promised them both but she ran. Her sister stayed behind.”
I simply couldn’t wrap my head around it. I’d definitely heard of the old devil who was considered a pervert but, the more I thought about it, couldn’t place her and couldn’t fathom she had a twin. Was it possible they’d been hidden away for so long just for him?
When we entered the room, I held up a finger to him and said to her, “I need the truth before we go forward.”
Her eyes darted to James who said, “Inga is blogging about her perils.”
Ginger gasped, dropping her façade of a strong woman on the run, as tears sprang into her eyes. He quickly said, “I’ve known since we entered Newfoundland. Why didn’t you say anything?”
Shaking her head, she moaned, “What would you have thought of me?”
“That you’re scared out of your wits…no? That your sister is waiting to switch places with you…yes?”
She winced, “I have to get her away from him.”
He was already shaking his head. My fellow co-workers came to mind so I offered, “I know how to help.”
Both of them looked at me, “We sail you both out of here. You can both sue for divorce and claim it was under duress. This isn’t the dark ages, Ginger.”
“How am I going to get her away from him?”
“You leave that up to me.”
Flipping my cell phone open, I contacted a few of my co-workers who readily agreed to a bit of adventure. When I hung up, I nodded once, “It’s done. They’ll bring her to us by morning.”
Disbelief flashed over her face before she shot off the bed and almost tackled me with a thrilled embrace. After her exuberance faded, I turned to him, “Are you guys ready to eat?”
They both nodded so I went down to the little restaurant around the corner. In light of the situation, I didn’t feel it was a good idea to venture too far outside the hotel room. We ate quietly inside and, after I’d filled my stomach, I asked, “Now what is it that I can offer other than what I’ve already outlined?”
She looked sheepish for a moment before saying, “I want to experience a threesome…with a woman.” I immediately started shaking my head, “I’m not bisexual, Ginger.”
She quickly said, “I want to watch him with you…and learn.”
“Voyeurism?”
She shrugged, “Is that what it’s called?”
Grinning, I asked him, “This is okay with you?”
When I received a nod, I shrugged, “Okay but, if you join, don’t touch me.”
Her curious gaze never left my face but she nodded. Reluctant because I sensed she was in that exploratory stage where inhibitions tended to fall away, I flicked my finger toward the shower and said to James, “Join me. I need to get in the mood.”
Without a word, he rose and shed his clothing on the way there. The added benefits of his cock ring weren’t lost on me. Having partaken in many of my co-workers, I grinned and breathed, “Nice,” before pulling him under the spray with me.
Of course they had no idea of who I was but strange was nothing new to me. That was simply how I rolled. When he attempted to spur my orgasm, I shook my head, “This is for her, right? Does she know the act of masturbation?”
Surprise shot across his face before he grinned and called out, “Ginger, come here.” When the door opened, he called out, “Pay attention now.”
Adjusting the shower spray so that it was fully on me, I pulled the curtain back and told him, “I’m sure you can rock that accent in more ways than what I’ve seen so far.”
He already knew what languages she spoke but asked me. I informed him that I spoke French. With a single nod, he proved he could wreck minds by words alone. Switching from German, which I could only guess at some of the meaning, he transitioned to French before launching into English. The entire time, he smoothly blended the accents until they melted over my body in combination with the heated spray.
Ginger watched, mesmerized by my fingers rubbing my slit while the sharp sting of the spray bounced off my nipples. Lounging against the tiles, James’ admiring gaze was like a physical force along with his tone. When I almost slid down the tiles, his hand cupped my ass as he stepped in front of me, “I will fuck that pretty pussy now…yes?”
“Oh, shit…yes!”
Instead of entering me, he swept an arm under my knees and stepped out of the shower. Ginger wrapped a towel around him as he carried me to the bed. I noticed Ginger settled into a corner, content on watching us…which was a new thing for me. I tried to forget she was there, thinking it would have a negative impact on me, but it actually heightened my arousal to a state beyond what I was accustomed.
I didn’t want her touching me, so to speak, but the fact that she was enjoying our act took me to places that I’d previously never experienced. I knew she enjoyed us because my gaze kept landing on her as if checking to make sure she wasn’t a figment of my imagination. Although I knew the responsibility I’d tasked myself with, the surrealism of the whole situation sent me on a journey in which was thoroughly new terrain.
My emotional state dipped toward forbidden territory before visiting the fantastical. As if I was enjoying the Dragon’s Den from a pure otherworldly realm, my mind darted over the name Blow Me Down and assigned a whole new meaning to my work within both. All the while, James thrust inside me while grabbing my attention away from my own thoughts with words and expert movements alike.
For a brief time, I lost myself in the atmosphere created by all the elements—thoughts, maleness, voyeurism, and forbidden aspects collided—which dropped me into a climactic state that was akin to a dreamlike world like none other. I felt privy to a drug only found within that room at that specific moment in time.
Simultaneously thrilling, it was also the scariest experience when I realized I could get used to it. Never before had I found such a heady experience that I wanted to become addicted. This was the draw of strange and voyeurism combined with an adventure which I knew I’d never see again. My orgasm shattered the world within my bubble of wicked forbidden pleasure, leaving me with a sense that I had to vacate before the withdrawals could swallow me alive.
Afterward, I made sure he slept and woke Ginger. Motioning for her to remain quiet, I pointed toward my phone and then the door. Her eyes shot to James before she kissed his chest and got dressed. We made our way through the lobby before I told her, “We have to board the boat now. You’ll stay below. They’ll bring her to you.”
When we settled into the taxi, she handed me a crumpled business card, “Send him a message for the both of us.”
She showed me a picture that she wanted to send him. It was obvious that she was in the throes of an orgasm while floating above a bridge. Smiling, I nodded and asked, “Will you send him that photo?”
“He sent it to me first. He was right, you know?”
I nodded, silently realizing she mean that he had turned out to be the bridge for not only her and Inga but for me as well. I’d known something was missing in my life. I’d constantly searched, trying on men like clothing before discarding them as if they were a vintage style. I’d previously known that strange was a clue but, when added with voyeurism, it became an explosive substance that shook every ounce of carbon within myself.
I pulled out my phone and sent him a message, Thanks for awakening me. You blew me down.
I wasn’t expecting a response until morning so, when my phone chirped, I gaped at it. Ginger’s gasp hung in the air as I pulled it up to find a photo of us huddled in our secretive discussion while at Blow Me Down. The caption read: Your journey begins…yes?
~~ The End ~~
