12:30 A.M.
Misery's Pub was open and it's clientele thriving. No matter what night it was the local bar did a substantial business. Tonight the patrons were about to be introduced to someone new to the scene. Someone stepping out of her cocoon for the very first time. While one Monarch leads another spreads her wings.
Keith Foxx opened the front door and held it open for Mary Ruuthouse to shyly enter. In her entire life she had never stepped foot in any form of public drinking establishment. The closest being her Brother-in-law's back shed where he brewed corn whiskey until caught. That was shortly after marrying her Husband Isaiah. Years ago.
Stepping through Keith closes the door and sizes up the crowd. Quite a few people he didn't recognize. Yet, one person most certainly drew his attention. From a corner table came a shrill whistle and a wave over.
Grinning at the discovery Keith took Mary by the hand and led her through the crowd. Reaching the table he chuckled, "Little late for you to be boozing it up ain't it Ellis?"
Ellis Dupree the local tow truck service driver shrugs, "Slow night. Decided to take advantage of it."
"Smart. Get liquored up just to drive weaving all over the road. Can't wait to hear what your pickup has to say about you towing their vehicle sloshed."
"Reckon so. Who is this?" Ellis looks Mary over while rubbing his chin.
"Obviously not my wife. Much better than she will ever be. This is Mary."
Ellis attempts to stand, claiming her hand to kiss it. His lips pressing a bit too hard on her knuckles. She felt his teeth enter the fray. Wincing she tries to be cordial.
"Wait! I know her. The Mennonite lady. What happened to her dress and bonnet?"
"Tucked away until she goes home. This here is the new and improved Mary." Keith twirls her in step by her hand. Ellis immediately eying her flesh at the sides, barely hidden if you can even call it that by thin shoe laces crisscrossing her hips. From skirt hem to armpits all he saw was skin. Milky white and soft.
"Those are some shoe laces you got there."
"They might just come untied before the night is over." Keith sits down in a chair and pulls Mary to sit in his lap. His hands rubbing her back and right leg.
Mary shivered in silence. Looking about at men eyeballing her from all directions. It was intimidating that so many were taking interest in her. Lust was such a wicked beast. Yet, she did rather enjoy being the center of attention. Her life with Husband Isaiah left her with few options concerning feeling beautiful or desired. Tonight she sensed both. She was both.
"Everyone is staring at me." She wiggles gently in Keith's lap in order to whisper into his ear against the loud music on the sound system. Music that she always condemned as evil. Yet, it did have a vibe that made her body react to it. In another time and place she might consider herself possessed by it. Maybe she was. That or Keith Foxx was the Devil himself. She knew one thing. Prayer after tonight would be needed. Forgiveness requested.
"They should be staring at you. You're drop dead gorgeous. Stop thinking you're not. Hiding all these years behind your religion and upbringing only kept you from noticing. See what you've been missing?"
She trembles and caresses his cheek for his compliments. Even though he was correct the lustful eyes made her tense. Upbringing yes. Her parents were so against the flesh that she barely knew her own body until she married Isaiah. Religion was important but not as important to her as some things. She felt blessed and cursed all the same.
Blessed with beautiful children. Cursed by not being able to live life to its fullest. This dress she wore had very little material. Her skin was allowed to feel the breeze. Eyes were unlacing her as she sat there. Wanting to grow closer toward Keith she took this risk. He himself took greater risks by exposing her to his wife. That must have taken so much out of him. She could never let Isaiah know. His wife must hate her so. Yet, here she was. Regardless of Rita Foxx and her feelings on the matter. Mary wanted more from life. She just needed to relax and embrace Keith. This could be her future. If she failed Keith and his expectations she might not get another chance.
Isaiah Ruuthouse although loved was her past. She felt the freedom instantly upon him boarding his train. Her daughter being on her side helped. Although it stressed her just how much her daughter Grace had grown. She too was not the wholesome God faring young woman she led her to believe. They would certainly need to talk more. Not this night however. Tonight was in the hands and attentions of Keith Foxx.
"You still with me Mary?" Keith fans his palm in front of her eyes.
Mary smiles then blushes, "Yes. I am just taking this all in. Forgive me. Thank you for considering me gorgeous. I want to be. I have just never known the feeling of truly being considered that. I cannot lie. I am quite intimidated. Every male here is wishing they were you."
"Of course they do. Right Ellis?" He snaps his fingers toward the overweight man. Ellis was lost looking at Mary's legs.
"Oh, yea! I'd love to have a sexy lady like you in my lap." He knew that was impossible. Ellis Dupree was far from handsome. Average at best for his age and portliness.
Keith rubs her legs, fingers slipping up under the hem of her dress. A tender tickle of his pinky along her inner thigh gave her the shivers. Eyes livening up with a vengeance. Her expression the look of awe. Yet desire.
"Go over and sit in his lap. Let him do what I just did."
Her eyes tremble, "Your finger just touched my--"
"Pussy? Why yes it did." He remarks loud enough for Ellis to hear him. Ellis turned pale suddenly.
"You wish to let your friend do the same?" She fidgets, the man was repulsive she thought. Nice. Just not Keith Foxx by any means.
"Go on. Slip on over there. Start by stepping behind him. Rub his shoulders. Hug him from behind. Let him feel your tits on his neck. Bend over and let those guys behind Ellis check that cute ass of yours out. Don't rush this. Stimulate."
Swallowing faintly she takes a deep breath and stands up. Taking the time to carefully press her dress back into place. In doing so Keith reaches over and slaps her hand. Her eyes study his response then watch as he tugs the dress up a bit more to where it had crunched up in her seated position.
"Never look too neat. Sexy is as sexy does. Guys love to see a girl not worried about anything. No inhibitions. Clothing is the last thing you need to stress over."
"As you wish. I will keep that in mind."
Mary takes a moment to lean over and kiss him on the lips. Tenderly. Then, she was off. Ever so awkwardly. Noting the three men clustered together holding their beer mugs. Sipping and winking at her over the glass. She merely flared her eyes and nibbled her lower lip.
Stepping behind Ellis she trails her fingers up his arm to his shoulder. Once facing him she squeezes both of his shoulders with zest. Not roughly, not tenderly. Just enough to make Ellis sigh.
"Oh, she's got a nice grip." He grins toward Keith. Keith had crossed his legs and sat back with a swaggered poise. As he does a Waitress approaches that Keith also knew. A young busty brunette with a passion for too much make-up. Her lipstick alone was a red light district.
"Need a drink Keith?"
"Pitcher of Bud for me and Ellis. Let's try a Fuzzy Navel for Mary."
"Got it. Be right back Handsome."
"Thanks Vic." Victoria her full name.
Watching the Waitress wiggle away in her tight black mini skirt had his attention. He did it on purpose to see Mary's reaction. Mary notes his lingering gaze toward the twenty something beauty. For some reason she chose to ignore it. If the attention waned from her that meant she was not doing something right. She would need to find ways to keep Keith devoted. She knew he was a good man. If not with lust in his eyes at all times.
Bending over Ellis Mary entangles her arms around his chest. Her breasts jiggling about and molding to both sides of his neck. The cozy cushions making Ellis beam.
"That there is really nice." He pats her forearms then caressing them with his palms.
Her eyes brighten at the sensations. Consistently studying Keith. His gaze now returned toward her actions. With an intimidating glare he lets her know to continue.
"What was the most important word I used earlier Mary?"
She ponders a moment recalling, "Stimulate?"
"That's my girl. Stimulate the men around you. Not just Ellis. Convince me you want the life I offer you. Show me what you've missed by living out there in the middle of nowhere."
"I want you Keith Foxx. I am trying."
Ellis rubs her arm a bit more briskly, "He knows you are Mary. You're doing fine."
She smiles and hugs Ellis tighter, going so far as to kiss him on the cheek. Deciding next to wiggle her ass if not a tad cardboard. She had yet to truly learn how to move fluidly. Sexy would come. For the moment the word was just flesh. The guys behind her still admiring her curves.
"Stimulate." Keith taps his index finger on the table.
Mary examines her options then begins rolling her palms over the chest of Ellis. Hearing Keith's tapping she uses it as a voice that she was heading in the right direction. It seemed like he was tapping faster when she did something right. Slowing if she could be doing more.
Fanning her fingers her palms slip lower to rake her nails over his portly belly. Digging and dragging his T-shirt upward with her. Her breasts crushing more around his neckline. She went so far as to blow into his ear.
"Stimulate." Keith reminds her with a faster tap.
Lips puckered she moves in for the kill. Lips parting to warmly kiss and tug on his earlobe. The warmth made Ellis sigh loudly, "Now that's stimulating."
She smiles with her eyes toward Keith who stopped tapping to point at her with a wink. She knew she was on the right track. Therefore she continued sucking upon the ear of Ellis Dupree. Utilizing her tongue to trail along his inner ear. The sensations giving Ellis a strong shiver. This made Mary giggle.
"Good God Almighty. That stimulated me clear to my toes." He praises her.
"I am glad." She whispers.
