Chapter 2 of "Bonding or Bondage?"
Disclaimer: Not mine, never will be, so don't ask. Ok? So lets continue....
This chapter is going to be the campfire-side chat Jordan and Nigel have. Please review it. Please. I beg of you.
"So...what do you wanna talk about now that we're alone?" I stirred the coals with a stick to keep them going longer.
"Oh, I dunno Nige. How about...sword swallowers and bubble baths. Those topics are always good for discussion." She grinned at me evily.
I was in shock. "How did you...but I...only..." I glanced at the tent.
"Oh, a little free wandering bird told me..." She followed my gaze to the tent.
"Ah...our precious Lily has been spreading secrets about..."
She nudged my arm. "Come on. You HAVE to tell me what all that was about."
I sighed. "Not that...lets talk about anything but that day..."
"So it was a day...what happened on this day? Did the suave Mr. Townsend finally meet his match?" She poked me with a stick. "Tell me...or certain pieces of incriminating "evidence" shall find their way about the workplace..."
"And what would we have as evidence?"
"What ever there needs to be. And I mean that. So tell me."
She had me trapped, and she knew it. So...I was going to have to tell her. "Well...lets just say Nigel met girl, Nigel and girl had...well...an experience with each other..."
"Nope. Details. I want to know where this sword swallowing comes into this whole thing. You can't tell things and not expect to get called on them."
I sighed. "Alright Love. If you insist." I poked at the coals. "When I was younger...my parents took my to this summer carnival on the coast. The bloody thing lasted all weekend. I begged them to let me stay home." I shook my head. "It was Vanessa's birthday that weekend. We'd been seeing each other for a few months by then, and we had been planning to hook up over the weekend...for her birthday you know..." I looked up at Jordan. "Must I continue this?"
She nodded silently. "Yep. You must." "Fine." I shifted my weight onto the other leg. "Well, to say the least, my parents dragged me to this dammed thing. Stupid arts carnival, I mean COME ON! When we got there they had this type of...um...midway set up. Little sideshows with the freaks and such...you know what I mean. Anyways-they drag me to this damn thing and turn me loose with some pounds and expect me to entertain myself. I tried to go and sneak into the beer garden line, but some fat old guard got his panties in a twist and kicked me out. So I went and saw a sideshow."
"Lemme guess. Sword swallowing?" She had that little half-smile on her face. So typical of her.
"Yes...sword swallowing. And it was an okay act...the assistant was better. She was honestly the most beautiful girl I had ever seen before. And I mean that in love...not lust."
"You weren't even a little bit wanting her? I find that hard to believe..." She raised an eyebrow at me.
"Oh I wanted her. So I made my move after the show was over. I went up to her and asked her name." I paused. "Sarah. Sarah Cadlson." I stared off into space.
"And she was...?"
"Beautiful. And perfect."
"Is she the "girl" Nigel was talking about earlier?"
I nodded. "Correct. That night, after the last show...she changed into her normal clothes and we walked around for hours looking at all the art. We talked...she invited me back to her flat...so I went. She said she was going to change clothes real quick...and she asked me to bring her a pair of sweatpants. Only when I walked into the room..."
"She wasn't." Jordan stared at me in amazement. "You're serious aren't you..."
"Dead serious. I believe me Love...I know what dead is."
"So do I Nigel. We work in a morgue for crying out loud." She laughed. "So...we were walking into the room and...?"
"She was only in a robe...and I could hear the bathtub filling in the next room over."
"Did you?"
"Honestly Love...what do you think we did?"
She looked at me innocently. "Washed your hair?"
I shook my head. "Sometimes Jordan...I worry about you. More often then not."
"What?! I was just wondering."
"And I just was telling. Now...are you satisfied?"
She eyed me carefully "Yes...for now. But one question."
"What?"
"Why did you say it could threaten your job when Lily asked?"
"Because. It would ruin my image as a professional." I sighed.
"Nigel...you've never been worried about it before."
"Yeah. Not in front of you or the rest of the staff. But in my head I have."
She looked genuinely sorry. "I didn't mean to threaten you...or scare you with that...I was just messing around."
I nodded. "I know you didn't. I just had to be sure. And I wouldn't take it back...if that's what you were going to ask me next. That night was the best night of my life."
She nodded, then I got an idea.
"Now you have to tell me one of your deep, dark secrets. And a good one at that." I glanced at her.
"Fine." She shifted her weight in the chair. "There was this one time..."
((Sorry this is so short...but I need sleep! And what's Jordan gonna say?! You'll find out next time!! PLEASE REVIEW!!!))
This chapter is going to be the campfire-side chat Jordan and Nigel have. Please review it. Please. I beg of you.
"So...what do you wanna talk about now that we're alone?" I stirred the coals with a stick to keep them going longer.
"Oh, I dunno Nige. How about...sword swallowers and bubble baths. Those topics are always good for discussion." She grinned at me evily.
I was in shock. "How did you...but I...only..." I glanced at the tent.
"Oh, a little free wandering bird told me..." She followed my gaze to the tent.
"Ah...our precious Lily has been spreading secrets about..."
She nudged my arm. "Come on. You HAVE to tell me what all that was about."
I sighed. "Not that...lets talk about anything but that day..."
"So it was a day...what happened on this day? Did the suave Mr. Townsend finally meet his match?" She poked me with a stick. "Tell me...or certain pieces of incriminating "evidence" shall find their way about the workplace..."
"And what would we have as evidence?"
"What ever there needs to be. And I mean that. So tell me."
She had me trapped, and she knew it. So...I was going to have to tell her. "Well...lets just say Nigel met girl, Nigel and girl had...well...an experience with each other..."
"Nope. Details. I want to know where this sword swallowing comes into this whole thing. You can't tell things and not expect to get called on them."
I sighed. "Alright Love. If you insist." I poked at the coals. "When I was younger...my parents took my to this summer carnival on the coast. The bloody thing lasted all weekend. I begged them to let me stay home." I shook my head. "It was Vanessa's birthday that weekend. We'd been seeing each other for a few months by then, and we had been planning to hook up over the weekend...for her birthday you know..." I looked up at Jordan. "Must I continue this?"
She nodded silently. "Yep. You must." "Fine." I shifted my weight onto the other leg. "Well, to say the least, my parents dragged me to this dammed thing. Stupid arts carnival, I mean COME ON! When we got there they had this type of...um...midway set up. Little sideshows with the freaks and such...you know what I mean. Anyways-they drag me to this damn thing and turn me loose with some pounds and expect me to entertain myself. I tried to go and sneak into the beer garden line, but some fat old guard got his panties in a twist and kicked me out. So I went and saw a sideshow."
"Lemme guess. Sword swallowing?" She had that little half-smile on her face. So typical of her.
"Yes...sword swallowing. And it was an okay act...the assistant was better. She was honestly the most beautiful girl I had ever seen before. And I mean that in love...not lust."
"You weren't even a little bit wanting her? I find that hard to believe..." She raised an eyebrow at me.
"Oh I wanted her. So I made my move after the show was over. I went up to her and asked her name." I paused. "Sarah. Sarah Cadlson." I stared off into space.
"And she was...?"
"Beautiful. And perfect."
"Is she the "girl" Nigel was talking about earlier?"
I nodded. "Correct. That night, after the last show...she changed into her normal clothes and we walked around for hours looking at all the art. We talked...she invited me back to her flat...so I went. She said she was going to change clothes real quick...and she asked me to bring her a pair of sweatpants. Only when I walked into the room..."
"She wasn't." Jordan stared at me in amazement. "You're serious aren't you..."
"Dead serious. I believe me Love...I know what dead is."
"So do I Nigel. We work in a morgue for crying out loud." She laughed. "So...we were walking into the room and...?"
"She was only in a robe...and I could hear the bathtub filling in the next room over."
"Did you?"
"Honestly Love...what do you think we did?"
She looked at me innocently. "Washed your hair?"
I shook my head. "Sometimes Jordan...I worry about you. More often then not."
"What?! I was just wondering."
"And I just was telling. Now...are you satisfied?"
She eyed me carefully "Yes...for now. But one question."
"What?"
"Why did you say it could threaten your job when Lily asked?"
"Because. It would ruin my image as a professional." I sighed.
"Nigel...you've never been worried about it before."
"Yeah. Not in front of you or the rest of the staff. But in my head I have."
She looked genuinely sorry. "I didn't mean to threaten you...or scare you with that...I was just messing around."
I nodded. "I know you didn't. I just had to be sure. And I wouldn't take it back...if that's what you were going to ask me next. That night was the best night of my life."
She nodded, then I got an idea.
"Now you have to tell me one of your deep, dark secrets. And a good one at that." I glanced at her.
"Fine." She shifted her weight in the chair. "There was this one time..."
((Sorry this is so short...but I need sleep! And what's Jordan gonna say?! You'll find out next time!! PLEASE REVIEW!!!))