Chp4 allies?
Oklahoma City truck stop:
I wake to her cutting my tie wraps and smiling at me. I shake the sore tight muscles. I feel OK. A little dislocated. The drugs are still fucking my head. It hurts, the migraines are bad, since my escape. She brushes the hair from my eyes and kisses me. Holy mother of god she kissed me. I feel shaken to my core, like nothing I have ever felt just hit me. I fall back in panic and fear. Who is this girl and how can she shatter my world so easy?
"are you OK?" she asks concerned. I look; she shaken to, like it affected her. Her blue eyes are alight with joy? Happiness? Feelings for me? I try to process the words, emotions but I can't.
"A Little dizzy" I say as I rise back up. Thank god, I didn't piss or shit myself like last week. We crawl out of the side door to the snow and cold of Oklahoma. I marvel at the clear blue sky and crisp clean winds that buffet me. The sky is a pale color to her eyes staring at me. we walk towards the Truck stop, it huge, impersonal, perfect.
The toons and distortions sweep across my eyes. I can't tell what is real or not. I cry. I'm frozen. I can't tell? "Christian what is wrong?" she asks. "I can't tell what is real. Cartoons and everything is weird, distorted, swimming in waves. What is real?" I whisper, lost and afraid. I shake.
Everything disappears, it's just the parking lot of a truck stop. I feel her soft breathes on my chest and neck. Her hands on my face and back. Where is the normal pain; I feel? The burning. The fear. I search in vain for what should be haping. It nowhere to be found. She kisses my lips again. I deepen the kiss letting the world flow outward. Letting my inner demons loose. Yet she gives back, everything back. Letting the emotions and raw feeling cascades thru us, around us. Merging us. She steps back, shaken. I'm shaken to my core. She takes my hand "better?" "I stare at her hand in mine. The electrify sensation cascades thru us. The altered reality is gone. "Much. Better." "good let eat." She leads me by the hand into the restaurant. As long as I hold her hand the toons don't dare appear.
We get our food and sit isolated near a window. We eat. I feel safe. For the first time in my life. I feel safe. The emotions and fears can't break my mood or thoughts. We eat in peace a silence.
"Why?" I ask suddenly afraid.
"Here." She hands me a page torn from a notebook.
I _your name_GREY legally agree to give Anastasia Rose Steele one million dollars for helping me. I agree to treat her as an equal, and with honor. On January 8, 2011. With two signature blocks
"one million dollars, what if I lose? Or am what they say I am." I smirk at her.
"Well, I'll risk it. After the talks, we had, and you had with your mother, father, and everyone else last night and today. Well I don't think you are what they said, at least not anymore." She says with down turned eyes. what did I say, I can't bring the anger or hurt back? She's holding my hand across the table.
"OK, I agree. What do you know about me?"
"well, I read the papers you printed out. Their no police warrants or looking for you. The FBI is asking question because of place you were held; you left finger prints. And I know what we talked about. So, I'm rambling. I always ramble when I get nervous. Please sign."
"OK." I lift the pen to sign and she stops me. "your full legal names please."
I smirk at her, "OK: my full legal name Christian Summers Trevelyan-Grey. Miss Anastasia Rose Steele." She laughs at me. I laugh at her. For the first time since I can remember I laugh and choke, and laugh. It feels fantastic, like I can win, I can overcome this. This? "what is this I'm in?"
"A coup-de'tate, Christian. A hostile internal takeover of your life and company." Little miss blue eyed Anastasia purrs.
Xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
We drive out of the city. We talk like people. She asks questions and I try to answer them. The road stretches to the horizon flanked by a snow white, dirty snow white berms on each side flanking the fallowed snow cover fields and pastures, occasional broken by a lone cow or horse. Sometimes a small herd. The golden yellow-orange sun chases the far western shadowland. Till RA melts into the endless horizon, letting a rich quarter moon; cast her eerie webs across the snowy Plaines.
"Chris, why didn't they kill you to get the company?"
"Well, if I die. The company is broken up and sold off. the money goes to charity except a few million dollars to family and staff."
"So how can they hope to claim the company?"
" if I'm alive but incompetent, locked in a psych hospital, then the company reverts to receiver ship under my parents. If my parents can't do it. Then a trio of corporate lawyers with Roz as the CEO. So, they have to have me locked up in a psych ward."
"Why not jail?"
"I still retain the power in jail. I have to be incompetent, unable to make legal decisions."
"so, you have to sane and drug free to be able to reclaim your company"
"Yeap, sane and clean. But I'm not"
"What wrong billionaire?"
"I'm not sure what I want now. I want my company, but I feel like I need more. More?" as I look at her. She looks like she wants to say something but she doesn't she leans back against the window.
I feel tired. Anna is sleeping in the passenger's seat. Her head against the window cushioned by a pale green sweater and wrapped in a winter coat. Her legs tuck under her. With a smile playing on her full sweet, lushes lips. I let the worries and fears fade away.
Earlier: We agreed to call me Chris, Christian stands out too much. That we are a young couple, the Steele's, on our way home to Montesano Washington from college. We graduated early and are heading back to our new life together. We match her ID. She will use it, since I can't use mine. Since she isn't keen to camp to much in the Van.
She got some hair dye and a bag of other things, at the drug store before we left the city. I counted our money. Forty-five thousand dollars. I hope it will be enough. I marvel at her walking into the Drug store. Her hot ass sways like a siren in the fading light. Calling me to worship and follow to my death. I shake my head. Where are these sex thoughts of her coming from? I mean how can she help me if I break her trust and bed her. Make sweet love to her.
I slam my head into the metal side of the van interior. Make love? I don't make love. I fuck, I fuck hard! I FUCK HARD! I FUCK HARD!
It's what I do: I do, did? Can I do that with her. Blue eyes? I try to rise the demons of my sadism, my Dom. But is sputter and fails. As images of loving her invade my mind. The soft feel of her lips, the touch of her hands. The feel of sliding my cock into her sweet sex. Riding her to orgasm after orgasm. I shoot in my pants like a teenager. Shit! Shit! She back. I shake and try to be cool. I fail as she bubbly shows my future hair color and style.
We drive, trading place at each gas stop, till we get to Albuquerque NM. Anna gets us a room in a flea-bag motel. I hate we can't stay somewhere better, more like I want to treat her.
"Chris, stripe and get in the shower." I do as she says. Hiding my hard cock from her. I stand next to the shower about to turn on the water. "don't. kneel in the tub, please". I kneel in the tub facing the back wall. I don't understand or know what to do. "Chris, I'm dyeing your hair." Thank god, I was worried she wanted sex. Or something. Why am I disappointed. She sits on the rim of the tub; her leg touching me, her soft naked, leg rub my side. HER NAKED LEG! I stare to the side. Shit! Shit she naked too! "why are you, like, ah, ha, naked?"
She leans into me. I feel her pert breast caress my back. Drive my dick to a granite rock hardness. I shake and sweat. O'God. "Chris, hair dyeing is very messy. I don't have cloths to spare. if I mess up and get the dye on me." She purrs into my ear. I relax. It's logical, but I'm so horny for her. No woman has ever fired me like she does.
The warm water from the ice bucket wets my hair as she massages the dye in. working it in and in. till my mind blanks to just the sensation of her fingers and touch. "We have to wait 10 minutes, are you OK, on your knees?" she asks. I nod, as words fail me, lost to the sensations of her words. She works her magic finger down my back. Releasing the tension of a ten-thousand days and nights. I'm lost in the touch. The magical touch of her hands and fingers. She strokes my chest and back. Purring softly into my ear, and face. Letting the soft sweet breath relax my eyes and mouth. As she flirts a tongue across my lips. Light and feathery. I can't help myself as I shoot and shoot without ever touching myself. What hold does this witch, good witch, have on me. I feel her tongue dart and tease my ear. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
"OH, ah, it's. a. time to Rinse. Oh, ah, aa, rinse the dye. Out of your. Hair?" she sputters flustered. I shake at the effect she has on me. As the water flows from the shower head. A little cold. I realize that she massaged my chest and back, without any pain or fear. How could I do this. How could she do that. I marvel as she massages the rinse water as the excise dye runs down my body into the drain. "Stand up." I shakily stand. She hands me a wash cloth with soap. I start to wash. She moves and stands in front of me. Naked. A siren "Wash me please."
Xxxxx
Later we watch reruns on the TV. Lost in emotions and thoughts from our shower. My copper locks are gone to a brown, auburn tint. We munch on pizza and soda. Laughing at the Big Bang, and Friends. I use to hate that show. But with Anna everything is good. I flash to washing her body. The effect we have on each other. She magically comes on my finger. Like a bolt of pleasure and bliss. It like the first time she's ever came or ever orgasmed. I reeve in the light of her blue eyes. We lay dressed in short and her in one of my thrift store t-shirts.
I thought, I'd sleep on the floor. We have only one bed. But she makes me lay with her. My chest to her back. I hope my little brunette dreamcatcher is at work to night. She purrs my name in her sleep. I let the world fade out. Let my world shrink to her, just her. A last confused thought racks my mind and soul "what do I want in life"