Disclaimer: Don't own of these characters or Title. The characters are Janet's. Thoughts that the song "Don't Blink" by Kenny Chesney brought to mind. Not a song fic.
Don't Blink
Another day, another distraction. Ranger had called earlier today and asked if I could help him out tonight. Of course I said yes. I always say yes to Ranger, except for the one thing I really wanted to say yes to. For some dumb reason, I never say yes to that.
Ranger is the Cuban sex god that haunts my lusty dreams and my "going to go blind" self abuse with my shower massager. I want him in the worst way, but I won't follow through because I'm a big chicken.
I make excuses that it is because he doesn't want a relationship with me. I pretend that I want forever, but I have someone that is offering me forever, Joe. But here's the thing, I don't want forever with Joe. Scares me shitless; what does that say?
So here I am getting slutted-up for the distraction tonight. I've taken extra time to shave, buff, and fluff. Not that the skip will care, it's not for the skip. If things go as planned the skip will never even see any of it. I do it so I can watch Ranger's reaction when he slowly looks me over. All of this effort, from the shimmering body lotion, to the lacy lingerie is for Ranger. There is absolutely no reason to wear it. Other than Ranger for to know it's there.
I guess in my own way subconsciously I'm applying my own version of "pressure" on Ranger, he definitely applies plenty on me.
So here I stand in front of the bathroom mirror, makeup done, hair done, cleavage pushed to the max, waiting for Ranger. I hear the faint metallic sound of my locks tumbling. I take a deep breath and step out of the bathroom.
I walk to the kitchen to collect my bag, Ranger is still standing by my door. Staring. He starts his evaluation of my appearance at my feet, my silver strappy heels, up my calves, slightly shimmering thanks to the body lotion, over the split in my black leather skirt, up my waist to the white silk wrap shirt, over my breast, to the lump in my throat, to the moist glossy barely parted lips to meet my stare.
I can not breathe as I take him in. He is sex on a stick in black cargos, black tee shirt, hair slightly falling over his forehead. He cut it short recently, a change from the leather tied ponytail. Yummy. He is dress pretty much the same way everyday, but it never gets less sexy. His eyes on me are heating my skin.
"You ready for tonight, Babe?"
"Yep."
"Good, the guys are already in place and the skip should be at the bar soon. Let's get going." Ranger said as he steps to close the distance between us.
His takes my wrist in his hand and pulls me to his chest. He is looking into my eyes as he raises my palm to his lips. My breath catches and is release as a low moan. I close my eyes to the heat that is spreading from my hand up my arm. His other hand is at the small of my back, applying light pressure, causing me to tilt my hips towards him. God, I thought, he must be a nuclear reactor, he radiates heat. My skin is on fire.
His voice breaks the spell. "Got to place the mic, Babe." as his hand leaves my arm and goes to his pocket. He pulls the small black wire and flat credit card size transmitter from his pants, His other hand is still on the small of my back holding me to him. His hand is now sliding up my thigh. He skims the edge of my lace underwear and slides the transmitter into the top of them. The slight sandpaper of his callused fingertips brush my stomach just above my pelvic bone. His hand slides back down my thigh from under my skirt, caressing as he goes. Then his hand skims over my stomach and reaches for the tie of my wrap shirt. He slowly pulls and my shirt falls open, giving him full view of my white lace push up bra. He cups my breast and then rubs fingers under the edge of the under wire, placing the mic.
He eyes return to my face to look me in the eye. I know my eyes are glazed and my breathing is shallow. His hands are now on both sides of my waist, resting on my hips bones. He pulls me slightly toward him, I really can't get any closer because I already had my hips tilted towards him, but the pull presses our hips tighter together. He leans in and brushes his lips across my partially open mouth. He pulls away slowly and his hand comes up to capture my wrist again, raising my palm to his lips again. "Let's go, Babe."
I turn to pick up my bag from the counter and had to brace both of my hand to steady myself. I take a deep breath to try to slow my heart rate. God the effect this man has on me. I looked down and realized my shirt is open to my waist. With shaky fingers I attempt to re-tie the wrap.
After a short, silent ride across town we pulled up beside a shiny black RangeMan SUV waiting across the street from the bar. Ranger rolled down his window and Tank rolled down the window of his SUV. Tank said, "Lester's behind the bar and the skip is standing at the bar.
"Alright, send Cal to cover Steph. She will be in 5." Ranger rolled up his window and pulled around the street corner and parked out of view of the bar's door. He put the car in park and off the ignition.
Ranger and I sat in the dark quiet for a moment before he touched his finger to his ear and said "She's on her way in."
Ranger reached across the console and ran his hand across my stomach then slid his hand down towards my crotch, his hand paused just over my pelvic bone, and he press his hand into stomach lightly. My god, I was so hot. I believe if I looked down I would be a puddle in the seat.
"Just turning on the transmitter, Babe. Go get em,Tiger." He turned to get out of the car.
I took a moment to still my heart rate, and checked my lip-gloss in the vanity mirror. The door opened and Ranger offered me his hand. I stepped out of the car, straightened my shoulders and turned to head around the corner.
When I turned the corner towards the bar's door, I heard a whistle, and gave a finger wave to the Merry Men standing across the street. I stepped up into the doorway and stood for a moment, I had not been in this bar before. The bar was to my left and the pool tables were to my right. Straight ahead of me across the room was a hallway that led to the restrooms. Beyond the pool tables was a small dance floor surrounded by small tables and a small platform for a band. Three guys were turning instruments. Great, I would have to yell over garage covers to convince the skip to leave with me.
I went past 4 or 5 barstools to an empty one that mysteriously was next to the skip.
Lester, aka the bartender, appeared in front of me. "What will it be, Beautiful?"
"Corona with lime, please." I said.
His eyes never left mine as he reached into the chest in front of him and popped the top on an icy bottle. Reached to his right and grabbed a lime wedge and sat the bottle in front of me.
"There you go." He winked and moved off to check on someone down the bar.
I picked up my beer, poked the lime down into the bottle and took a long pull. I turned on my stool to face the rest of the room and checked out place. Cal was playing pool with a guy almost as scary looking as he was. The band beyond the pool tables had started up with their version of Nickelback's Animal. Not bad. I continued checking out the room, like I was looking for someone. After a couple of minutes of scanning the room, I turned to check out the guy sitting next to me.
Tony Andrews was tall and slim. His hair was blond. He was wearing his denim button-down shirt, unbuttoned to the middle of his chest. He reminded me of Matthew McCaughnhey, in a grungy sort of way. His head was bobbing in time with the band.
I don't think he even knew I was there. I needed to do something to draw his attention to me. I hopped off on my bar stood and started bobbing my head to the music, too. I was dancing in place a little, my beer in my hand. I haven't danced with a beer in my hand since college. I spun around and looked at him. He glanced at me, and I tried to take advantage of it. I danced towards him. He kept his eyes on me and I moved in closer. Now I had his attention. He lowered his beer and put a hand on my waist.
We danced for a few more songs; with each one I moved closer and rubbed against him a little more. Then the band took a break. Hallelujah! I couldn't talk to him to get him out of the bar if he couldn't hear me. He asked if I wanted another beer and turned to Lester to order each of us another. We each took a long pull on our beers.
He stuck out his and said, "I'm Tony."
"Stacy." I said as I took a long look up and down his body. "You wouldn't be interested in stepping out and getting some air, would you?"
"Sure." He said, but I have to check in with the band. That's my little brother playing base.
"Okay, I need to run to the ladies room. I'll meet you back here."
He picked up my hand and brought it to his lips. I'll be right back." He said, "Don't keep me waiting."
I headed off towards the bathroom to sort out how I was going to get him out of here if he was with the band. I was afraid it would turn into a long night.
I used the bathroom, washed my hands, fluffed my hair and touched up my lip-gloss. I decided I would tell him I needed to get home, you know work early tomorrow and try to get him to walk me to me car.
I stepped out of the restroom and ran right into Andrew's chest. I stumbled back as I bounced off of him. He grabbed me by the arm and pushed me back towards the exit door at the end of the hall.
"Where are we going?" I asked, more for the mic in my bra, than me wanting
to know.
He pushed me out the door and into the back of open panel van. I landed on my back and he was straddling me. His hands were on the neck of my blouse and he ripped my shirt open. I gasped as his eyes went to my bra and he saw the little black tip of the wire peeking out.
"Shit," he said as he reached into my bra and yanked out the mic and pitched it over his shoulder. "I knew you looked familiar. You bitch, I don't know who was listening on the other end of that, but you better hope they hurry." And he drew back his fist and punched me in the face. I screamed before I saw stars. I could hear the van doors slamming closed and the light was shut out. He ran to the front and started up the van, slamming it into gear and took off down the alley.
I don't know how much time had passed, or where we had driven. I felt the van stop. Andrews stepped into the back of the van from the driver's seat. He looked down at me again, "Bitch" he muttered and kicked me in the ribs.
I moaned and rolled into a ball hoping to block any further attack. He reached out and grabbed me by the hair "I never expected you to be coming to take me in. I thought you were the geriatric Bounty Hunter. You had on a wire. That means you are working with someone. Who is it? Who's working with you? Are they coming for you?"
I couldn't get enough air into my lungs to answer. I just open and closed my mouth like a fish.
He pulled out his cell and called someone back at the bar, maybe one of the guys in the band. "Hey, the bitch at the bar was that Bounty Hunter that is always in the news. Did you see anyone looking for her after we left?"
I couldn't hear the other side of the conversation. I knew that there were at least 5 guys looking for me, but would they know what had happened. I really doubted that they could have heard anything on the wire from the time I went out of the door. I looked around for a weapon and a means of escape. He hadn't done anything to secure me in the van, yet.
The floor of the van was clean. There were a couple of bungee cords in the corner and some sort of tie-down strap with a hook on one end and a levered buckle on the other. It was metal and fairly heavy. While he had his back to me I pulled the buckle under my back.
Andrews was cussing into the phone, "I've got to get rid of her. Call me if you see anything." And threw the phone across the back of the van. He looked down at me and kicked me in the ribs again.
"You're fucked!" he spat, jumped back into the driver's set and started up the van.
I didn't know if I was "fucked" but I was damn sure hurt. I couldn't get my breath and was afraid he had cracked a few ribs or worst. I had to find a way to let Ranger know where we were going. I looked around the van and realized his cell phone was lying by the sidewall of the van, behind the driver's seat.
I reached over and was just able to pull it into my palm. I dialed the number and pressed the phone to my side. The van was rumbling and rattling down the road, making turns back and forth. I was praying Andrews could not hear the line ringing through to Ranger. I kept the phone pressed to my side, for a moment longer. 'Please, please don't hang up.' I said to myself. I lifted the phone to my ear and the line was still open. I could hear Ranger's voice, not speaking into the phone, but talking to others around him. I put the phone back down to my side. I didn't know if they could track the call or the location of the phone. I just prayed he would at least be able to tell the caller was Andrews.
We drove on for a while longer. I could not turn to see out of the front of the van; all I know is that it was dark. The only light came from the dashboard. That meant we had left the city. I heard the sound under the wheels change. We were no longer on a blacktop. I thought we were on a dirt road. A lot of good that did me, there were lots of dirt roads once you left the city. Another turn and then we stop and backed up.
I quickly tossed the phone towards the passenger seat, hoping the call was still connected and slid my right hand under my back around the buckle from the tie-down strap. Andrews put the van in park but didn't turn off the engine. I guess he didn't plan to be here long.
He climbed out of the seat and slammed the door. Moments later he opened the two back doors and stepped up onto the bumper. He looked down at me, his hand on his belt buckle.
I need to get rid of you, but I'm going to have some fun first. No since wasting that hot body for nothing. He reached down and removed his belt and unsnapped his jeans.
I couldn't get enough air in my lungs to scream. I was shaking my head and gasping for air. He straddle my legs and with his hand on one side of my skirt, ripped from the slit to my waist, revealing my new white lace string bikinis I had bought with Ranger in mind. His eyes darkened and a sick smile turned up his lips.
"I appreciate you getting all sexed up for me, bitch." He said as he ran his hand up my thigh. As he ran his hand over the edge of my panties, he saw the transmitter. He yanked the panties away with one hand and grabbed for the transmitter with the other.
"What is this?" He demanded. "Is this some kind of tracking device?"
I was shaking my head back and forth, still trying to form words.
"You will pay for this. You think you're so smart. Wait until they find you, you will be quiet a site when I'm done." He drew back and punched me in the face. Stars swam in front of my eyes. I tried to focus; I had to find a way out.
He pushed his pants lower down his thighs and wedged his knee between my legs. I was kicking out with my legs, trying to connect with his crotch and the sickening erection I could feel against my thigh. He slammed his fist into my ribs again, and I sucked in air.
He had one hand on my neck and the other on my hip. Using his weight to pin me down as me slid farther up my body. He now had his cock resting on my pelvis and was using his knees to spread my legs.
If I could only get some air, I could fight. I was afraid I would pass out and not be able to stop him. Or maybe I'd just suffocate and never know what happened. I kept trying to wiggle and he was applying more pressure to my throat. I was in a panic, what to do, how do I stop this.
I grew up Catholic and have been to confession many times, so I have said more than a few Hail Mary's, and this is definitely the time for a few Hail Mary's, but that's not what came to my mind.
I started to chant to myself, 'I love you Ranger, I'm sorry', 'I love you Ranger, I'm sorry.' 'I love you Ranger, I'm sorry.
Andrews drew himself up farther, and started to ram into me. I had my left arm jammed against his shoulder, trying to push him back. I rocked my hips back and forth to stop his progress. He dropped his head to bite into my breast. With all of the strength I had left, I raised my right hand and slammed the buckle into the base of his skull. I heard an awful crack and I felt my hand become slick. His hands loosen on my neck and hip and his body went slack.
'I love you Ranger, I'm sorry.' I felt the tears running down the sides of my face. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I was afraid I would die here with Andrews slumped on me. 'I love you Ranger, I'm sorry.' Damn I'm a fool. I have wasted so much time being a fool. I kept chanting "I love you Ranger, I'm sorry."
Suddenly, I felt the weight leave my chest. This must be what if felt like to die. "I love you Ranger, I'm sorry." Maybe somehow he would know. "I love you Ranger, I'm sorry." I chanted.
I could feel my body being lifted; you must be weightless when you die. "I love you Ranger, I'm sorry." I wasn't cold any more. Heaven must be warm, or maybe I was in hell. Hell would be warm. No this felt too good to be bad. "I love you Ranger, I'm sorry."
I could feel my hair being stroked and warm air in my ear. I was so warm. I can't believe I'm in heaven. "God, let Ranger know I love him and I'm sorry."
"I know." He said.
"Good. I was stupid last time, I'll do better next time." I whispered.
I was hearing lots of noise now. Doors slamming and I was being lifted again. NO! No! Where was the warmth of Heaven? I felt hands all over me. Andrews! "No!" I tried to scream, but my lungs burned and I could get anything out. "I love you Ranger, I'm sorry. "I love you Ranger, I'm sorry." I prayed again and again.
I opened my eyes. There were men in uniforms, poking at my ribs, tying down my arms. Someone was covering my face.
Please don't, I can't breathe, I thought. Where did Heaven go, I want to go back. I was shaking my head back and forth trying to stop them, I couldn't move anything else.
Then there was the touch on my hair and warmth on my hand. I stilled. God was near again.
The next time I opened my eyes there was bright light. I still had the warmth on my hand. It was so hard to breathe. The warm air was back at my ear. I tried to turn towards the warmth, but something was pulling at my head.
"Babe, be still. You are going to be okay."
"God, its okay, I'm not afraid to die. The only thing is I was stupid. I don't want to die because I was stupid."
"You aren't going to die, Babe. Just be still and rest." I closed my eyes.
I opened my eyes again. "God, you let him know didn't you? I don't him not to know, I love him and I'm sorry."
"I know."