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Chapter 2

A Purr Yet No Bark

Not but a day had passed when I left for Riff Raff's castle. I knew the trip was to be strange, for our first encounter had ended with a sense of suspicion. But, I continued to scan the lines of the map as I learned forward and turned into a long driveway that led to an ominous castle.

From outside it seemed striking – fearful and striking. But hesitantly, I forced myself out of my truck and to the driveway.

Looking up at the house, I shivered, slamming the car door behind me out of fright. Usually, by now, you would hear a small bark or something scratching at the door. Something just didn't seem right.

I had dressed as I would to any other job interview; jeans, work boots, and a plain shirt. My hair was in a loose bun, a few strands falling to the side of my face. Though I hadn't cared about what my wardrobe consisted of, my make-up was flawless.

Pushing myself once more, I walked up to the door and gave three sluggish knocks in fear of what I'd expect when the door was to open.

After a few pressing moments, the door creaked open and Riff Raff responded with a long, Hello.

"Hello Riff Raff. I'm here to see your little . . . Frankie, right?"

"Yes," he divulged. "Why don't you, come inside."

I smiled kindly to his words, but I stood surprised that a little dog hadn't come running to my feet.

But drawing inside, the sound of commotion from upstairs filled my ears. I couldn't understand what was being presented, but it hadn't sounded like a dog. It was more like heels on a slick runway and from the corner of my eye, I could see a maid begin to descend from upstairs.

I came to figure the noise had come from her.

"Sister, this is the dear Ava I told you about," Riff Raff stated. "She's here to take care of the Master."

At the time, I wasn't sure what to make of the word Master, but before I could second-guess it, Riff Raff took me by the hand and led me closer to the wooden staircase.

"Oh, how delightful," she purred.

Her scarlet hair was almost like mine, a bit darker in color, but just as frizzy. She spoke with a strong German accent and took her time in saying what she needed to. But she, like Riff Raff, was dressed as if she was a servant in her own home.

"It's nice to meet you." I nodded in response. "So where is, um, Frank?"

"Right here," he purred.

At that moment, I knew what I had heard was most certainly not a dog.

I slowly turned around, afraid of what I was about to gaze upon, and looking at the top of the staircase I spotted him. I couldn't pull myself to look away.

Oh God, what the hell have I gotten myself into?

I stood motionless, in hope of absorbing the situation that had played out before me. All that formed was onto my face was deep blush and the man gave but a low chuckle as he strut down the stairs.

"Hello, darling," he said, inching his way closer. He took my hand in his, giving it a little kiss. "Ava, right?"

I was still awe struck. I couldn't manage to get anything out so I just nodded in response."Well, that's a pretty name . . . for a pretty girl, I might add," he proclaimed.

"I am not pretty," I sighed looking down at my work boots. I knew what I was wearing wasn't even half-satisfactory - I looked like a butch lesbian.

He reached out, placing his hand beneath my chin and forced my eyes to meet his. "You are to me," he cooed, causing me to shudder. "Though, you must be to more than me, for if you were mine, I'd be worried that someone may sweep you off your feet, taking my princess from me."

He knew exactly what to say to make me fall head over heels.

I snapped back into reality and began to wonder why it was that I was still there. There was no dog - it was just a trap in which to have a transvestite thrust upon me.

"Okay," I said, clearing my throat and trying to build the confidence to say what I needed to. "Why in the bloody hell am I here? There is no dog, just a man who is dressed like a woman. Who most definitely wants to get in my pants!"

Riff Raff thought for a moment, trying to think of an answer that would somewhat please me. Something that wouldn't make me punch him in the face and run like hell.

"Well, it is true that we are going away and we do need for someone to look after the Master." Master? What the hell? I didn't bother to stop him. "He seems to be quite fond of you."

"Oh boy, am I," he snarled, licking his lips seductively.

Oh dear.