West's Best
Unable to find the pageant contestants which he’d previously encountered, James backtracked to Colorado. He had no way of knowing he’d be stumbling over his words as a beauty waved a gun in his face before he quickly left.
Finding a bed and breakfast in Colorado Springs, he looked around with a disappointed sigh before grinning over his thoughts, No whips, chains, or leggy blondes ending in spiked boots around here.
His jaw dropped when a dark-haired beauty joined the elderly lady in the living room. He was immediately disappointed that she didn’t reply to his, “Well, hello there.”
Instead, she eyed him with suspicion before asking if her mother needed help. When she received a negative response, she quickly darted back into the room she’d drifted from. Sensing a shift in the mother’s attitude, James glanced at the names on the wooden plaque and said, “Ms. West, I’m a photographer and am looking for things that are…outside the norm.”
Her eyes narrowed, “We’re pretty normal around here.”
Her attitude belied her words so he nodded, thinking he’d meet up with the beauty at some point and ask her the same. Exhausted from his lengthy drive, he fell across the bed and went to sleep right away. He awoke when someone knocked on his door a few hours later.
He opened it to find the beauty he’d seen earlier. She thrust a menu at him, “Dinner’s at six, Mr…”
“James. And you are?”
My name’s Randi, Mr. James. I don’t mean to be rude but I’m really busy. We’re having pot roast for dinner. Do you eat meat?”
“My first name is James. Yes, I eat meat. Pot roast sounds delicious. Do you need help? I’m quite handy in the kitchen.”
She stared at him for a second before shaking her head and, to his surprise, grinned, “My mother would kill us both if we intruded into her kitchen.”
Before she could disappear on him again, he quickly said, “I’m a photographer and need to know if there are any unusual or out of the ordinary events or locations to shoot. I know you’re busy but point me in the right direction…yes?”
Cocking an eyebrow at him, she crooked her finger and leaned forward, “You’re not a cop, are you?”
At his amused bark of laughter, she squinted her eyes and nodded once, “Meet me in the back barn in half an hour.”
Eagerly nodding, he said, “Gives me just enough time to prepare my cameras.”
Seeing that he’d lost her interest, he waved goodbye but she’d already headed for the stairs. After she’d left, he scratched his head and realized she’d been acting a little outside the norm herself. Shrugging it off, he quickly jumped in the shower before checking that his cameras were properly set.
By the time he’d finished, it was time to meet her. The barn, appearing more of a run-down shack, was locked so he knocked and waited. She suddenly walked around the corner and signaled for him to follow. Before allowing him to enter, she said, “You can’t let anyone know where you took these photos.”
Not knowing what to expect, he nodded, “Oh-kay.”
She pulled him inside. The heat hit him first before the clink and hiss of multiple workers operating alongside each other. His eyes widened at the shelves of drying glass pipes. She nudged him in the ribs and said, “Welcome to the West’s Best glassblowing factory. We create wicked pipes and bongs, compete with others, and provide some of the most extraordinary artwork in the world.”
Taking in the elaborate twists and connecting pipes, he could only dumbly shake his head as he asked, “Can I shoot them?”
She nodded, “But no one knows where we are so you must keep it secret or I’ll hunt you down and shoot you.”
After he’d snapped several shots, he turned to find her shaping one. When he brought his camera up, she shook her head. Handing the slender pole to a worker, she motioned for him to follow. She led him into a back room and immediately picked up one, “Do you smoke?”
“Um…”
Thrusting the pipe at him, she said, “You do now. Take a hit.”
Her tone brooked no argument as she explained, “We’re legal now but only under state law. You rat to the feds and you’ll be ratting on yourself too.”
Nodding, he knew it was a condition which he must do to prove himself so he did as told. Seeming satisfied, she took a hit before handing it back over. After the third time, he held a hand up and shook his head. She put it back inside her desk drawer and swept her shirt off before he even realized what was on her mind.
With his mind already scattered by the potent smoke, he sported a silly grin and groaned when her legs wrapped around him from her perch on the desk. He almost told her that she was aptly named but toppled over onto her as she dragged him down. Thrusting fingers into his hair, she bit his bottom lip before painfully sucking it.
If an employee hadn’t opened the door, he feared she would have eaten him alive. At the employees—whoa…my bad!—she quickly disengaged herself, releasing him in the process. With hips twitching, she threw over her shoulder, “Meet me here after dinner. I have to get back to work.”
He didn’t see her at dinner but quickly consumed his food while his mother fired questions at him. He finally held a hand up, telling her that he was stuffed which was no lie. After another thirty minutes of patiently answering everything from his goals in life to why he wasn’t married, she fell quiet so he grabbed his chance, “It was a wonderful meal, Ms. West. I beg your pardon to leave the table. I have work which I’ve neglected.”
She told him he’d been a delight and wished him goodnight. He headed toward his room for his camera before tiptoeing back through the house. When he reached the barn, he went through the previous hidden entrance but didn’t see Randi anywhere. Everyone had left and he couldn’t resist taking more shots of the glasswork within the factory.
When he heard a bump from below him, his vision flew to the floor. Spotting a silver ring, he stooped down for a closer look. Being the adventurous sort, his curiosity got the best of him. When he pulled the trap door upward, the smell hit him right away. With wide eyes, he leaned forward and heard a distinctive click to his right.
“It’s James. Is that you, Randi?”
“Get your ass down here and close that door.”
He quickly shimmied down the ladder, squinting in the darkness. When lights flooded the room after a resounding snap, he thought he’d been shot and jumped. Randi eyed him with night-vision goggles slung around her neck, “Why didn’t you wait upstairs in my office?”
With the gun still pointed at him, he shrugged, “I heard something. Always been too curious for my own good. Can you lower the weapon? I’m not here to rob you.”
She cocked an eyebrow, “You didn’t snap any pictures of my plants while you were perched up there, did you?”
He shook his head, not daring to look at the rows of budding plant life she was obviously protecting. She motioned with the gun for him to sit down. He quickly did so, wondering why she wouldn’t lower it. She leaned close to his head, “Watch closely.”
His eyes widened when she took careful aim at his crotch, nervously sweating when her finger tightened on the trigger. He yelled Wait! just as she pulled the trigger. He almost fainted in relief when a small flame extended from the end instead of a bullet. It was a damn lighter.
Grinning, she lifted a shoulder, “You didn’t think I’d really shoot you, did you?”
“You’re fucking crazy!”
Still grinning, she rolled her eyes, “I saw you enter the building.” She motioned to a monitor attached in the corner behind him and laughed, “Thought I’d have some fun.”
With his heart still slamming in his chest, he stared at the monitor but toppled over backwards when she tackled him. Before he could recover from the scare, her mouth closed over his in a deep searing kiss. Rolling to place her under him, he broke it but groaned as her hand stroked him through his jeans.
“We don’t get many single travelers through here as handsome as you. How long are you staying?”
He shrugged even though he’d made his mind up to leave the next day. Her little fun with the lighter wasn’t his idea of fun at all. Even so, he’d glimpsed firm breasts earlier and didn’t mind the slow play of her hand over his cock. With looks that would make a Roman goddess jealous, he couldn’t resist tasting the nectar underneath.
Dragging her shirt off her head, he groaned as milky smooth skin and deep cleavage greeted him. Wiggling out of the remaining clothing, he grinned at her wild look before his eyes widened when she bit him…repeatedly.
Her nibbles took her straight to his cock which she lavished with her tongue before wrapping her lips around it. She was definitely a giver, stroking herself while he swore she’d suck his cock ring and beads right out of him. He hissed when she applied her teeth before cursing, “Shit, Randi, you suck a good cock!”
As if sensing he were about to explode if she didn’t stop, she dragged her mouth over the length of him and nibbled her way back up his chest. She sank onto him with glazed eyes and an ‘O’ of a mouth, dark hair cascading down her back, and full luscious breasts wiggling above his face.
Deciding she had the most spectacular breasts he’d ever seen, he pulled her down so he could bury his face in them. Firm and full but all natural, he licked and teased and bit while she slid her slick folds languidly over the length of him. When he thought he’d lose control, she suddenly sank him deep inside and curled her hips. Arching her back and throwing her nipples forward, she emitted a throaty moan before clenching so tightly that he grabbed her hips and rolled.
Pistoning into her, he watched her back leave the floor in a wild twist as her hair splayed around her. Growling something he couldn’t even understand himself, he exploded deep inside her before realizing she was pushing at him. That’s when he heard the noise from above.
Confused but following her lead, he scrambled off her. With a wild look on her face, she pulled a finger to her lips and pointed frantically toward a doorway. Grabbing his clothes, he ducked inside and watched her dress quickly before looking upward. He quietly pulled on his clothing, breathing a sigh of relief when a door upstairs closed.
As if she knew he was about to ask something, her hand thrust out with palm facing him. A disgruntled harrumph sounded loudly above them before footsteps and the door closed again. She shot him a look that told him to stay put. Creeping to the lights, she listened for the slightest noise before shutting them off.
He felt her hand close around his wrist before she led him to the ladder. She climbed up first before signaling for him to follow. When they were sure no one was there, she turned and said, “My mom thinks I’m still a virgin.”
His blood ran cold for a second before he asked, “How old are you?”
She rolled her eyes, “Twenty-twi.”
Covering his mouth to contain a relieved laugh, he asked in a muffled voice, “Why are you so worried? You’re of age…yes.”
“Did you happen to see the old shotgun in the corner?”
Frozen in place for a second, his eyes grew wider, “OH! I wish you’d have told me that.”
Her expression spoke volumes as she motioned for him to follow. He shook his head, “Go grab my things. I think I need to leave…now.”
With a calculated look, her lower lip stuck out like a little girl’s, “I was hoping you’d stay a few days.”
His mind caught in a loop of no, No, NO! Instead of blurting this out, he ignored her crafty expression and shrugged, “Who knows? Maybe I will but I must get to my room now and load these photos onto my laptop.”
It was only an excuse but he needed away from the clingy vibe she was oozing at the moment. Showing him a secret shortcut, they swiftly entered a back stairway before he sighed in relief when he was settled in his room. He waited until well after midnight before sneaking back down the staircase to the factory.
Leaving his business card on the door, he wrote on the back for her to e-mail him and quickly turned to leave. She was standing behind him with a pistol in her hand, “Are you going to leave without saying goodbye? How rude.”
“Randi, I don’t want to face your mother’s shotgun.” He motioned behind him, “I didn’t think you’d be awake of I’d have snuck into your room.”
“Why do you have to leave? Are you married?”
Shaking his head, he said, “I’m just an adventurous photographer. I’ll keep in touch…I promise.”
Narrowing her eyes, she lowered the gun, “You better not forget about me.”
He didn’t think a lobotomy would remove her from his mind. Knowing it was risky, he pulled her to him for a kiss, “Tell your mother that something came up.”
Her hand snaked down to his hardening cock, “It sure is.”
At her seductive look, he shook his head, “I really have to go. Maybe some other time.”
Placing her away from him, he headed toward his car and didn’t look back until he was headed down the road. When he looked in the rearview mirror, he could have sworn she was waving at him from the side of the road. He made it to the local 24-hour convenient mart when his phone alerted him that he’d received an e-mail.
Somehow, he knew it was Randi. He waited until he’d created some distance before stopping at a fast-food restaurant. Accessing his account proved she’d sent him the following: Hurry back, James, and I’ll have dew on the mountains for you.
Along with the message, a photo of her splendid wet breasts graced the screen. Groaning, he uploaded his photos and selected one of a worker shaping a glass pipe that, although resembled nothing of the sort, could already be deemed a masterpiece.
To his surprise, he received a responding photo right away. She was holding a rolled cigarette that he doubted was tobacco and sporting a come-hither expression. Shutting his connection down, he shook his head and gathered his things while contemplating where to head to next.
In truth, he’d planned to stay three days in order to take in the sights but a shotgun wedding or anything of the sort was not on his agenda. Nor were gun-wielding beauties asking about marriage.
~~ The End ~~
