This story was a new adventure for me. A collaboration with a friend.
Thanks Nicole for the idea, the advice and the editing.
BTW... There will still be errors, but they're on me not the editor. Just saying.
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Wow, how did she manage to make me feel like that? Sitting across from her I couldn't help but think I knew her. There was something about her... Was it the eyes, those gorgeous sexy eyes that were impossible to look away from? Was it her voice, the way words flowed so sexily? Like melted toffee overflowing and trickling down porcelain. Deep and enticing, a natural yet intoxicating richness.
I couldn't shift the thought. I knew her from somewhere, just where.
"Isla, Did you hear me?"
My daydream like trance broken. "Yeah, I was listening, sort of."
"Really, You don't look like you listening. Am I boring you? Maybe I should go?"
"What... No, sorry. I was thinking that's all. Please don't be upset, I will pay attention."
"Good, because I'm not sitting here while you floating off somewhere else. Either you are with me, or you're not."
"I'm here A'ja, trust me, Babe. I am definitely here." I replied apologetically.
"You want to go somewhere, get something to eat?" She suggested. Caution lacing her question.
"Yeah, I would like that."
Just at that moment, the large crowd broke into a unanimous cheer. Glancing across, I noticed them all waving and clapping loudly. Showing on the big screen TV over the bar was a game of rugby sevens. USA playing Canada, and the USA had just scored. When A'ja, looked up, she pumped her fist, and it hit me in the face.
Immediately recognition exploded in my head. I realised why I couldn't shake the feeling I knew her. The fierce cringe gripped me like a vice. The tremble set off a feeling of fear. Did she know as well? If she did, why didn't she say something?
With A'ja, now focused on the game, my mind took me back to a different world. A different me. When I thought back to that phase of my life I grimaced. Those recollections were of a person I'd left behind. A bitchy snotty brat who I now hated. Back then I thought I knew it all, that I was somebody special. That the world was there for me, I was the star, the centre piece...
The bitchy Domme, who always got what she wanted... I liked to think of myself as a stud... No woman said, no to me. I had it going on, a star on the rise. Two records in the top ten, one having been there for two months. I was a big deal... Yeah, right.
Well, there was one woman who said no... A'ja... The rugby game brought it all back... Growing up in New Zealand, rugby was never far from anyone's thoughts. It was the national game, and it didn't matter who you were, your gender, your social standing. Rugby was number one.
I'd been sitting up in the stands at the cake tin in Wellington. The New Zealand round of the rugby woman's world sevens had been in town. The tickets were a gift from a friend.
Sitting watching the games, I was surprised when this incredible woman asked if I could move my legs, she wanted to get past.
When I looked up, I silently gasped. What a spectacularly gorgeous soul stared down at me. Even if I'd been standing, she still woulda been looking down at me. She musta been close to two metres tall. Her hair Loc'd. When our eyes met. I was like... "Wow."
She took the seat next to me. My pulse quickened, desire surging through me. I wanted her. I imagined her rich black skin sliding over my pale flesh. What a contrast, a mixture made in heaven.
God her lips looked so inviting, full, and succulent. She glanced at me, her eyes showing discomfort.
"Why are you staring at me like that, Whatchu looking at... Like you never seen a black woman before?"
"Oh yeah, I've seen plenty, but none as sexy as you babe."
"Oh, I'm a pig now, Don't you dare babe me. Who the hell do you think you are?"
"Oh, I'm somebody you'd want to know," I whispered leaning close to her. "I'd make you beg."
Her features crinkled into a deep scowl. "More like beg for a breath mint. Security, is that what you want? You want me to call for security, or are you going to leave me alone?"
"Whoa, slow down Babe. No need for that. I think we're gonna be best friends."
"The fuck we will. I'll say this one more time. Leave me alone, or I will call security."
Her dismissive cold attitude irritated me. I'd been rejected before, but not like that. My stars had never been higher. I was somebody now. She couldn't just shut me down.
The crowd around us had been screaming wildly as New Zealand took the field in their first game of the tournament.
"You like rugby?" I asked with a softer edge.
She turned to give me the full power of her angry glare. "Girl, why are you still talking to me? Let me watch the damn game without your added commentary please, and thank you."
"Whoa, sorry. I was just asking. I'm Isla, you may have heard of me, I've got a couple of songs in the top ten at the moment." I couldn't help feeling the surge of pride. Yeah okay. I was bragging, using my fame.
"And, Bitch, I don't care who you are. I just wanna watch the games."
It felt like a slap in the face. Maybe she was playing hard to get... Teasing... Yeah, she had to be. I looked fucking hot, and I knew it. Fresh from the salon, I knew I looked good. All day I'd been feeling the lecherous stares. The hungry eyes following my every step.
"Maybe I can explain the game to you." I said leaning closer, our shoulders rubbing.
"Oh my god. Are you deaf?" She barked loudly. "I said leave me the hell alone. I swear to god, I'm gonna scream if you don't."
Her anger only aroused my desire. Her voice, yeah okay. It might have been saying the wrong words, but shit. I loved the sound of it. Wow, it was thick with her accent, soft, yet with a little edge... Oh yeah, I could taste her, just listening to her. Each syllable oozed rather than spat. So smooth and silky... Melting butter, soft gooey toffee... Damn...
Every attempt I made to open dialogue she shut down with scathing icy glares or short curt responses.
When the hand patted me on the shoulder, I turned to see a big angry guy staring at me.
"Lady, I don't know who you are, but she's not interested. Take a hint and shut the fuck up, or fuck off. If I hear one more word from you I'm calling the cops myself."
The woman beside me turned as well, and said "Thank you."
"What the fuck." I snarled to myself. At least I got some pleasure when the Black Ferns annihilated the USA.
Still, it left a nasty taste in my mouth. I decided a drink might be a better way to spend my evening. In the bar. I got a bit of a surprise when she walked in later. I sat and watched with interest as she ordered food, and made her way to a table by herself.
Shit, she was so tall, she managed to move with a stealthy grace. Obviously, she played sports of some kind. She sure had an athlete's figure.
Damn it, I felt the pressure building. I wanted to talk to her. "One last shot," I said to myself.
Walking slowly to her table, I caught her unawares. "Can I buy you a drink?"
She shook her head in dismay as she saw me. "OMG. Can you not take a hint? I'm not interested in knowing you now or ever."
"Hey, it was just a drink."
"Yeah, I met people like you before. Thinking you're all that. You're not. You're just another person who can't take a hint. By the way. I don't get down like that, so step off bitch."
"Fuck, lighten up. I was only offering to buy you a drink."
"I heard you the first time. I said no, and I meant it. Now, leave me the fuck alone."
Walking away from her table, I tried to untangle what happened. I definitely got an interested vibe from her. Something set my heart rate on fire. My gaydar was pretty good, like eighty five percent accurate.
Oh well, more fish in the sea.
