Challenge-#53 Dressed Up
Rating-R
Spoiler-None
Now this bites. I stepped out of my truck and sloshed my way to the sidewalk. This is NOT how I wanted to start my day. Connie and Lula would have a field day with this.
I shook my head slowly, held my arms out, gave them a hard shake too, and truged into the office.
"Girl, wha'd' you gotten into?" Lula was the first one to speak.
"Geeze Steph, that's why you step around the puddle." Connie opened her desk drawer and slid all the nail polish and assorted make-ups into it.
"I don't want to hear it. I really don't." I said, and held one muddy arm out to silence them. "I have the recipt. All I want is my freaking check and then I'm going home. IT'S COLD!" I whined the last sentence.
I was covered in mud, from head to freaking toe. Mud sloshed in my shoes, I could feel it in my hair. To make matters worse, there was mud gooed through my pants and onto my underwear.
Now, as a child, I spent long hours digging in the mud. That was acceptable. Everyone did it. I made castles, tunnels, hell, I burried Valerie in it once.
The door to Vinnies office opened, and Tank stepped out. He gave me the once over, and proceded to ask, "Where the hell have you been?"
"Jesus Stephanie! I just had the carpets cleaned!" Vinnie was going ape shit behind Tank.
I gave them both the stiff middle finger and sogged off to better days. I stiffed my check in my pocket, also coated in a thick layer of mud. They'd still take it, right?
I hurked on my truck door. It was stuck. In all, it was a nice truck. It wasn't as monstrous as a Ford or a Dodge. It was a teensy little Nissan. And the door wasn't a new problem.
I put one boot to the cab, and gave a heavy jerk on the handle, keeping my weight against the truck. I tried again, and again, and then said "Screw it" to the saying "If at first you don't succeed, try, try again."
I opened the passenger door, and slid my muddy ass across the seat, and managed to avoid hitting the stick shift. The drive home wasn't relatively long. At a stop light, I got a few awkward stares from the driver in the lane beside me, but the light changed and he was gone before I could say anything else.
I pounded the up arrow twice on the elevator. "First Floor, stringy underwear and...oh my... aren't you just a mess." Mrs. Bestler was playing elevator operator today.
"Yes. The skip knocked me into the mud." I said grimly.
I was in my apartment in no time. The lock was intact, and from the entry way, I couldn't hear movement or noises what-so-ever. No one was in my apartment. I stood on the tile, and pulled the shirt over my head. Next, I peeled my pants off. Then went everything else, onto a little heap on the floor. I didn't even bother locking the bathroom door. Ranger had the decency to wait until I was out of the shower to talk to me.
I stood infront of the curtain and tapped my foot impatiently waiting for the water to get cold. I was afraid to turn around and look at my hair in the mirror. "Yes." I screamed when the warm water hit my back. An "Oh god" followed, and several animal like noises.
The hot water drained, and I did believe all the mud was off my body, I steped out of the shower. My towel wasn't on the rack where it usually was.
"Shit!" I cursed. The towel was down in my truck, along with most of my laundry.
That would mean streaking through my apartment to find clothing. And that was not going to happen, because my spidey sensces were telling me I was not alone.
Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! I was screwed. A couple thoughts came to mind. Hell, it was only Ranger. It's not like he hasn't see it before. But then again, my apartment was often visited by phsyco pathics and murderous lunatics. What if it wasn't Ranger?
"Babe, you having a problem in there?" He hollared and I almost melted to the ground. Definitely Ranger.
"Sorta." I called back and took a causoius step towards the door. "Did ja see the muddy pile of clothing on the floor in there?"
"Yeah. Almost tripped on it." That threw me, invisioning Batman tripping over a pile of clothing.
"About that. I had problems with a skip today."
"I heard."
"I fell in the mud. And now, my towel is missing." I said in one quick breath.
I listened for his response on the other side. It was long, and quiet. For a second, I though he had left, but he finally choked on his laughter and asked, "How would you like me to help you?"
"I dunno. I hadn't really hoped it would be you on the other side of the door." I said.
"Who'd you expect?" He was taunting me.
"Any number of rapists or drunks I went after today before making my capture."
"Not funny, Babe." There was some suppressed snickering from the other side. "Suppose I stepped outside, and let you change?"
I let out a deep breath. "That would be nice."
There was more silence on the other side, and the closing of a door, so I assumed he'd left. I took one step out into my living room. He'd stayed true to his word. I darted into my bedroom and opened my closet. A few shirts hung on hangers, all of which had been too small for years and I hadn't had the heart to throw them out. There was a pair of ratty sweats, but there was an enourous hole in the crotch.
My dresser wasn't any better. There was a slinky nightgown. One that screamed, "Fuck me". I tossed it back. Not wearing that withing two miles of Ranger. I pulled up a pair of pajama pants and wrapped the towel around my top. Laundry day only came when I was out of bras.
I opened the door to let Ranger in. He gave me the same once over as Tank had, only his eyes lingered on my brests, slightly poking out over the towel. "Everything clean is in the truck." I sighed.
"And everything not clean?" He took a step foreward and knocked me into my apartment. He swung the door closed behind him.
I swallowed and you could hear it in the silence. "You're stepping on it." I joked.
He picked up his feet and changed his stance, but didn't take his eyes off of mine. Something flickered, and I looked away towards his feel. He was now standing on my muddy pants leg, in bare feet. I traced my way up his leg. Slowly. The zipper of his badass cargo pants was about to burst. Jeez, was I really that big of a turn on?
Before I could say, or really do anything, Ranger lifted me off my own two feet. "Never tempt the lion babe." He said, and swung my bedroom door behind him.
He threw me onto my back on the bed, and held both hands up above my head. "Is there a story to this?" He asked.
"Yeah." I sighed, and gave him the story.
The skip I was after this morning was named Derek Burger. He agreed, until I pulled out the handcuffs. I managed to get one on his wrist and then he ran. I still had my end of the cuff, and there was no way I was loosing the cuffs. They cost me $40. I closed it over my wrist. While he was...well...dragging me across the park across from his house, he toppled over into a muddy sand pit. I went with him, and while he was wrestling to get up, so was I. We got stuck, and Juniak happened to stop by and got us both on our feet again. Somewhere in the mess, we lost the key.
Ranger thought this was amusing as hell. He was on top of me, his knees holding my hips in place so I wouldn't move. His laughter bounced off the walls of my tiny room. It gave my heart the much needed start, and his knee's hold tightened and almost sent me to the doomsday orgasm. He stopped, finally, and leaned over and gave me one of the patented Ranger kisses, and I could feel the doomsday orgasm approaching. And god kill me if I didn't make the best of it.
End.
Sorry, it's been two weeks. I got caught up in school, which is essentually a good thing. My Science grade slipped, and I've been working my tail off to bring it back up before Mid-terms. I probably won't write much over the Christmas break, going back to the Thursday story. Why I can't go on Monday, or a better day, is beyond me. -Esentrik
