Hope you like it. I was nervous about writing it. It's my first one.

Beth sat in her SUV running her hand through her blond wavy hair and mumbling to herself for what seemed like hours.

Dixon Auto Repair. The sign on the building the cause of her frustration. Her blue eyes fixed on the sign unwilling to move. Not the same Dixon. It couldn't be. She rubbed her hand on her black work pants. Why was she so sweaty? She rubbed her hands again on her white button-up shirt. Beth took a deep breath to slow down her breathing. Shit. Was she hyperventilating?

Beth finally worked up the courage, got out of her car and immediately hid. What if it's him? What then? What do I do? Beth peered through the window of the auto shop. The guy she saw definitely wasn't him. Maybe it's safe. Beth took a deep breath, squared her shoulders and crossed the lot to entered the shop.

"Good evening. How can I help you?" The man at the front said.

Definitely not him. She released her breath she didn't realize she was holding "My car out front needs a tune-up. I've been having problems getting it to start."

"No problem, Miss," the clerk said to her. "Hey, Daryl!"

Beth held her breath. What?

Shortly after the door to the back opened. Beth couldn't see who was there but heard him grunt, "What is it?"

Beth went rigid.

"The little miss here needs a tune-up. Ya free?"

Beth didn't hear him respond so she assumed he nodded when the clerk said "good. Lemme just grab the keys."

Beth's eyes stared at the wall behind the clerk. Watching nothing in particular. Her mind lost in thought. No doubt about it. That voice belonged to Daryl Dixon. The man that made her scream with ecstasy some night and cried from the pain the others.

"Miss," the clerk's voice jerked her out of her thoughts. "The keys. Kinda need 'em to fix ya car."

Beth fumbled with the keys before finally sliding it across the counter to the clerk who immediately threw it to Daryl.

Beth's eyes finally caught the name tag. "Merle."

"Yup. Merle Dixon," Merle said with a gleam in his eyes.

"Dixon Auto Repair." It all finally started to sink in.

"Yup. This place's ma baby." Merle's toothy grin never left his face. "You ever love something so much that talking about it makes you bean with pride?"

"Yes. Yes, I have." Beth walked over to the window to see Daryl waking to her car. His brown hair was longer now but she could never forget those think arms and strong hands. Those hands that held her down as she was being pounded over and over. Those arms that held her up as her body went limp after back to back orgasms.

Daryl Dixon. She could remember how it all started.

This is how it would normally go. She would stare at him and he would stare back. Whenever she was on stage dancing he would stare at her. It wasn't a creepy and lecherous look as most guys in this strip joint gave. It was one of intense passion He sat at the bar with some friends and sipping on his third beer. It's as if he could see through her red mask. One of the guys next to him said something to him and it finally broke the trance they were in.

"Hey, Candy," Beth's boss called her from backstage and she immediately went to him. "I need you in the VIP room."

"But..." Beth started to make an excuse. She hated doing the VIP room jobs. Sure you got more tips but the men were disgusting. They constantly touched her though the rules specifically state not to. And in most cases the left marks.

"No, buts, Beth. All the others are preoccupied so all I got is you. Plus there's only one."

Beth tugged at her very short shorts. She was dress like a young teenage farm girl. Plaid shirt tied under her breast. Short, tight shorts and of course, her heels because that what farm girls wear on a daily basis. When she was hired she was told she'll get all the teenage personas because she had the body for it. Take that as you will. She was skinny with fair skin. Her breasts were adequate size and she was shorter than average, that added with the fact that her blonde hair was in pigtails she could be easily mistaken as a teen.

"Fine," Beth sighed. She didn't want to lose this job. Not yet anyway. It paid for her tuition, her apartment, her brand new car and her. Working here three nights a week netted her five grand a month and she needed this. What's more, is she got to wear a mask so none of these creeps knew who she was.

Beth touched up her makeup readjusted her mask and pushed open the VIP door. There he was lips to his bottle. He froze when she walked. His gray t-shirt hugged his big strong arms. He wore black jeans and work boots. His face was red. Was he blushing or was it the red lights in the room. Beth chose to blame the lights. Beth spoke up first. "You here for the private session?"

"Just meeting my brother." his voice was deep and gravelly. How she always fantasized it was.

Beth stepped further into the room and stopped just before him. "I was told it was only one."'

"Fucking, Merle," he muttered under his breath. "Look it ain't a big deal. I'm just gonna leave."

No! He had to stay. "Well, I don't get paid if you leave and college tuition ain't no joke." Lie. She avoided this VIP room like a plague but she still managed her finances with alot extra to spare.

"Fine." He sighed and sat back. "The name's Daryl. Daryl Dixon. Let's get this over with." Daryl fidgeted in his seat as if he couldn't get comfortable.

"That's the attitude most men come in here with," Beth said sarcastically.

"I'm not most men." Daryl's lips twitched into a smile.

"I've noticed." Beth returned his smile.

"Wasn't there suppose to be a dance?"

"There we go. That sounds like the normal creep that comes in here." Beth turned on the music.

Daryl laughed. It was deep. Beth could bathe herself in the sound of his voice all day.

"Hot and funny. That's a good mix." Daryl sipped on his beer.

He called her hot. She normally been called cute because of her body size and shape but rarely ever hot.

Beth immediately turned and began dancing so he wouldn't see the blush growing on her face. She could feel it. His eyes on her body. It was tangible. She wanted him on her. She wanted to be held in those arms while getting fucked. She wanted him since the first day he stepped into this strip club.

"Hey," Daryl called over the music. He stared at Beth with intensity."I know we ain't suppose to touch but can I?"

His eyes were dark with lust. It was infectious. It was enough to soak her. She could only nod as he seemed to have stolen her voice as well. He didn't wait. Daryl grabbed Beth by the waist and pulled her into his lap. She fell with a yelp.

"Sorry," Daryl muttered but he didn't look her in the eyes and he was too busy roaming his hands over her fair milky skin before landing on her ass and squeezing tightly. It felt so good to have his big hands on her ass. She couldn't help but moan.

Beth continued to dance and Daryl continued to hold her ass as if it were about to fall out her shorts. She began to feel his dick fighting for freedom from his pants. She wanted to feel more. One of Daryl's hand slipped under her shirt and squeezed her tits. She grinned on him harder and harder. It wasn't a dance anymore. It was them testing each other's limits. It was them dry humping and Beth loved it. His dick hitting her clit while they grinned.

"Fuck," Daryl muttered. He firmly grabbed her waist and slammed her down on his dick. Beth could feel his dick. She wanted more. He held her in place as he grinned on her pussy. Every touch stimulating her pussy.

"Oh, God," Beth moaned. She weaved her hand in his short hair and pulled his face towards hers. She and Daryl panted in a desperate attempt to get air. His eyes, his arms on her waist, his panting. It all caused her to get wetter and wetter. Her pussy pulsed every time he panted. "Daryl," Beth moaned his name and slammed her mouth into his. She needed to taste him. All of him.

Beth pulled away and looked him in his dark eyes. "I wanna suck your dick."

"Girl," Daryl breathed out. "This might be going too far," He rationalized. If they don't stop now they never will.

Beth would not be deterred. "Please, let me suck your dick."

Daryl pulled her close and whispered, "only if I could return the favor."

Beth quickly leaped off his lap and was on her knees undoing his pants before he could change his mind. His dick slapped her in the face when it was free from its prison. His dick was thick and throbbing. Throbbing like her pussy. He wanted her just as much as she wanted him. Beth licked the head to test him.

Daryl gripped the seat under him. "Girl, don't tease me, fucking suck my dick if you gonna suck it." He grabbed the back of her head and rammed his dick into her mouth. His dick hit the back of Beth's throat and almost made her gag. "Fucking choke on my cock, girl."

He rammed his cocked over and over and she enjoyed it. Every hit made her pussy wetter. Beth moaned.

"Fuck, girl." Daryl ripped her mouth from his dick causing Beth to whine. "Gimme that pussy, girl."

Beth stood up and slowly pushed her shorts down and as she stepped out of them Daryl's hands grabbed her waist and pulled her pussy to his face.

He rubbed his nose on her clit and took a deep breath. "Smells fucking delicious." Daryl pushes Beth's panties aside and licked her pussy. He lapped up all the juices that were flowing out of her pussy. He moved on to her clit and it drove her mad.

Beth screamed in pleasure. "Fuck, Daryl. I'm gonna cum. Don't stop," she pleaded as the

Daryl complied and licked and sucked her pussy harder.

"Daryl," Beth screamed as he stuck to fingers deep into her pussy and started massaging her sensitive spot. This pushed her over the edge as the orgasm took over her body. Her legs wobble but Daryl's strong arms held her up. Daryl continues lapping up her juices and when he was done he let her go and she slid to the floor.

Beth was excited. If Daryl could do that with his tongue and fingers imagine what he could do with his cock. Beth reaches over in the drawer next to the couch for a condom. Her boss knew that this place was one for high hormones and he knew that the girls got paid extra for sex. He never stopped it because it kept his customers coming so he decided to make it safe.

Beth slipped the condom on Daryl's dick. He watched her every movement carefully. Beth hopped up on him and slowly eased her pussy onto his cock. She didn't really like being on top but she would do anything to have his dick mess up her pussy.

Daryl easily rolled her over so she was on her back on the sofa. "Woah, there girl."

"What did I do something wrong? Do you not wanna do this?" The words slipped out of her mouth before she could consider how needy she sounded.

"No that's not it." Daryl pushed his hand through his hair. "I don't wanna have sex with Candy the stripper." Daryl reached for the mask that protected her identity. Beth didn't stop him as he slid it off her face as discarded it. "I wanna have sex with..."

Beth laughed. This situation was ridiculous. Was she about to have sex with someone who didn't even know her name? "Elizabeth Greene but most people call me Beth."

"I wanna have sex with you, Beth." Daryl's eyes pleaded with him. "Lemme stick my cock inside of you."

Beth nodded and without hesitation, Daryl thrust his throbbing cock into Beth's dripping pussy. Beth screamed in ecstasy. "Daryl!"

Daryl lifted her legs over her head and continued to slam into her. "Keep screaming my name, Beth."

Beth stayed silent and bit her lips holding in her screams.

Daryl pulled his dick out Beth's pussy. "What? Why'd you stop?" Beth whined.

Daryl looked at her. His eyes filled with lust just like hers. Daryl smirked. "You disobeyed me, Beth."

"What?" Beth sat up in confusion.

"Beth, I wanna please you but I want you to obey me."

Obey him? Beth never had a man wanting to please in return for her obedience before. Beth's heart raced, her mouth went dry, her pussy pulsed. Beth was excited.

"Yes, Daryl. I'll obey you."

"Good." Daryl smiled. His eyes dark and filled with need. "Lay back," he ordered and Beth obeyed. She opened her legs ready for him to enter.

"Good girl." Daryl laid on Beth and kissed her. It was passionate and hungry. Beth bit his leg and she was rewarded with a moan. Daryl trailed kisses down her neck. He sucked, licked and bit Beth's neck causing her to cry out.

Daryl went lower and sucked on Beth's nipple while his hand played with the other breast. Beth let out a moan.

"You like that, huh?"

"Yes, Daryl. I fucking love it."

"Then you're gonna love this." Daryl rammed to fingers into her pussy while his thumb played with his clit.

"Daryl!" Beth screamed again. Daryl loved it. Every time she screamed his cock jumped in response.

Beth was close to the edge. She moved her waist and fucked Daryl's fingers.

Daryl soaked in her excitement and bit her nipple as a reward.

Beth grabbed Daryl's hair and pulled it but he didn't release her nipple causing Beth pain. Pain which pushed her over the edge and her pussy clamped down on Daryl's finger. Daryl moaning in delight as Beth went limp.

Daryl sat up and Beth watched his movement as she lay their limp. Daryl sucked his fingers that were dripping with Beth's cum. "Fucking delicious aren't you?"

Two orgasms in less than ten minutes. Never before had Beth's body experienced such pleasure. She faked orgasms with her past boyfriends so the only way she could cum was when she masturbated. But Daryl, he knew just what she liked even when she wasn't even sure. She had fantasies of being an obedient servant but was too embarrassed to ask for it.

Daryl lifted her leg over his shoulder and settled in-between them. He looked down at her limp body and smiled. He tested her by playing with her clit and Beth moaned but was too tired to do anymore. "Still spent, are ya? Don't worry, I'll fix that." Daryl rammed right into Beth's pussy without warning causing her to gasp.

Fuck Daryl was good. Beth's pussy clung to his dick as if holding on for life. Beth was cumming again. She couldn't help but scream as she did. "Fuck me, Daryl!"

Daryl quickly pulled out and flipped her over. Daryl couldn't stop her pussy was better than he imagined every time he came here. He wanted… no needed more. He took her from behind and grabbed her pigtails and fucked her as hard as he could. He wanted to hear her scream in ecstasy again. "Girl, you gonna send me mad with ya pussy."

Normally, when she had sex men were afraid to touch her as if she'd break but not Daryl. He knew what she wanted. What she needed. She needed to get fucked hard. Beth's pussy clamped down on Daryl hard when she came. So hard he had to cum.

Beth flopped on the sofa and Daryl laid back saying, "We should do that more often, Beth."

"Very often," Beth responded.

That was what started their summer of debauchery. One really good fuck in a strip club VIP room.

The phone rang pulling Beth back to the present day. She checked the screen to see Sasha. "Fuck," she muttered as she answered.

"Hey, Beth where are you? You were supposed to be here an hour ago," Sasha said on the other side of the phone.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I just got caught up. The car broke down again so I'm at the mechanics." Beth stared at the floor.

"Okay. No problem. She just wanted to speak to you. I'll put her on," Sasha said.

"Mama," came a little voice from the other side of the phone.

"Hey, baby. Sorry, I'm late. But I'll be home in a jiffy," Beth said reassuringly.

"Okay. I miss you and I love you lots."

"I love you too baby. See you at home." Beth hung up and sighed.

"Miss, your car is ready."

Beth turned to face him. Daryl Dixon.

Chapter 2 is coming soon about Daryl and mostly his point of view. I don't know if to make this a full story. I'm debating whether to. So tell me if I should. Any constructive criticism would be appreciated too. Thanks!