Synopsis: A down on his luck guy meets a girl at a bar, she slowly moulds him into her perfect lover.
Tags: MC, FD, MF, FFM, TS, MM+, Toys,
Characters: Mark, Rebecca, Kathrine, Lucy, Nicole, Claire, Simona, Terri, hank, Tony
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That's the key, stay strong. It's always hard to stay strong in tough times and for some it gets no tougher than the love of your life walking out the door. That was the situation Mark found himself in 6 weeks ago, she'd just up and gone, no note, no email, no communication at all. If it wasn't for all of her belongings also being gone he'd of been worried, instead he's distraught.
Communication did come, later from that bitch friend of hers. She never liked him, the feeling was mutual. Stay away was all she said, don't come looking she doesn't want to see you again.
It was hard, it was unbelievable, he hadn't done anything wrong, why would she up and leave, especially with no further communication, she was better than that...wasn't she?
Well after 6 weeks Mark didn't think so anymore, time to move on, time to stay strong. Get back out there was the recommendation from his friends, it's a big world, a big city, plenty of fish in the sea. ClichΓ© sure, but it was true. Standing in the bar on a Friday night at the end of a long working week, Mark could see there were a lot of fish in the sea, some very nice looking fish in the sea. The ladies put so much effect into one of two look, the looser look, short top, shorter skirts, it was instantly gratifying and would lead to quick success, but that wasn't for Mark. Not now anyway, ten years ago, sure. He'd of been all of that, picking up chicks, taking them home and losing their number all in a 6 hour period. But now he was more mature, option two they more alluring look, long flowing dresses, styled hair, classy jewellery. The problem with option 2 is that they were all with a similar well-dressed gentlemen with ring on the 4th finger.
Another hopeless night, Mark headed to the bar, another drink should help. Help convince himself option 1 wasn't the worse way to end a night. He stands at the bar, the other problem with a place like this, the bar keep is always serving those in low cut tops first, regardless of what order they come to the bar. He half turns to look down the bar, for a more forgiving server when he notices her, standing towards the far end of the bar. She's tall, curvy, the dress is modest up top up to the neck line but it ends just shy of the knee, enough to show off her shapely legs. It hugs her curvy derriere, Mark is intrigued. Stay strong.
Abandoning his post, as the bar keep approaches, he moves down the bar to a gap besides her, not too close. Somehow she's managed to keep a clear distance around her, it allows Mark to stand at the bar, close enough to talk but not so close it's uncomfortable...
Stay strong, he whispers under his breath...
"Excuse me?" her voice is almost divine, a sultry low tone. Mark turns and for the first time gets a good look at her face, it's a strong face it demand attention. Before too long Mark realises he's staring and bumbles out a reply.
"I...I apologise, I moved bar position to get the bar keep's attention, but as I came down here I...I noted your beauty and I was telling myself to...stay strong. To not stare and perhaps, strike up a conversation."
She took a sip on her drink, wine of some kind, her lipstick didn't leave an impression on the glass, expensive makeup or an expensive glass...maybe both. She studied him, carefully. It put Mark on edge, it was unusual for him to feel so judged by a lady.
"Well, it seems that it's worked, staying strong. However I'd be remiss if I didn't point out your little lie, you were a moment from being served, so I can only assume you forewent your drink for the chance to strike up a conversation?"
The question hung there in the air, Mark wanted so much to have the perfect comeback but there was something about this women's face, it caused Mark to become unbalanced. It was her eyes, they pierced through him. Not unsettling, but had enough effect to destabilise him.
"I've been caught it seems, I'm sorry, I'll leave you be." Mark dejection was clear, he couldn't seduce this lady, his usual charms had been rendered useless, he was like a bass fish, simple gaping at her. He turned away trying to hide his shame.
"Nonsense, here let me let you buy me a drink." She called out a name and the older bar keep's came over with a fresh glass of whatever she was drinking. She motioned to Mark to order his drink; a bourbon and two rocks. He handed over his card to make payment and return to the beauty in front of him.
"Rebecca." She extended a hand out, very formal. He grasp lightly, she tightened the grip. "Not Becca or Becky, always Rebecca." Mark nodded a little shaken. Her smile relaxed him again
The spoke till the end of the night, the bar was emptying and closing. Mark was a little inebriated, his earlier tight tongue loosed significantly. She did all the asking, he did all the answering. He usually asked the questions, if nothing more it made it looked like he cared. But not this time, Rebecca was totally in charge.
Mark was still confident, the night had gone well, the barkeep brought a fine coat from the behind bar coat rack and handed it to Rebecca who merely extended a hand to take it, never once breaking eye contact with Mark. As they left through the doors Mark hailed a cab.
"Oh confident boy. You think you'd just whisk me home to your place..."
"Or yours..." Rebecca's tone was hard, Mark's reply hadn't helped until a little smile.
"Well lover boy, not tonight, but meet me back here next week and we'll pick things up. Here's a little something for you to remember me by."
She leaned in, her red lips moved towards his, it was heaven. Their tongue intertwined, she tasted like she sounded, divine.
The cab pulled up, she broke the kiss, looked at him before whispering in his eye.
"Stay strong...for me"
She turned and was gone. Mark left in a daze.
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A week is a long time for a fool in love. That's what Mark had convinced himself that this was, the start of a better relationship with a better woman. He'd told no one about Rebecca, despite wanting to shout it from the rooftops. He thought of her often, it had effected his work but he got through the week, back to Friday night, back to the bar.
She was there, the same spot, the same space. Still looking amazing as he strode over to her taking his place next to her. His confidence withered as he looked her in the eye, her power over him had only strengthen with a week away. Greetings were exchanged and they started again. The usual chit chat to begin with. It took a harder turn when she asked about ex's, he wasn't sure he was ready to talk about her, but she pressed and with a soothing smile and a look into those eyes, he began. Bits and pieces to begin with, but soon he had told it all. She commented on how strange it was but moved on. If Mark had been less aroused and thinking with the head on his shoulders, he might have seen how strange this all was.
Abruptly she held out a hand, her coat appeared and she made for the door. Mark followed, trying to catch up. As he got outside, she was already getting into a taxi. Thoughts ran through his head, had he said something wrong, had he said too much, maybe he should of ask her questions, dammit Mark you've screwed this one up...
"Are you coming?" That smile, it calmed everything down. He jumped into the cab and they were on their way somewhere.