Steel Toed Boots Chapter Two- The Step in My Groove
That night right after work Mac went home, whistling of all things, because tonight was going to be the night. His mood had changed ten fold since seeing Carina, she was different clearly, experience had made her pick up on his signals, finally. She was down for it, he was sure, a minute more with her that morning and he would have gotten it.
First, he trimmed and cleaned up his beard then showered and dressed in his cleanest clothes; Mac showed up at the Line Mesa half an hour later than Sylvia had told him because that's who he was. He didn't chase pussy, it came to him, and she was going to be no different, he'd have her wrapped around his little finger soon enough.
More than one woman became his slave because of what he could do with his mouth and hands, not to mention his cock. Some of them were even willing, like Sylvia, many were not, and ended up down the mine shaft, which would Carina ultimately be? If he couldn't control himself or if not?
Walter was chatting Carina and Sylvia up with Regina when Mac arrived, and he went right for the bar and swiped what he needed for the moment. Jack Daniels was his drink of choice, and he poured himself a heavy shot to get the night started.
The lighting was poor, and the place was still the same old dive it always was, but he found his target all the same through the haze of smoke and shattered dreams of the tragic locals there. They were all trapped, all doing the same dances to survive another day. This was his kingdom, and he ruled with terror, everyone knew who he was and they stayed on his good side and out of his way.
He lit a cigarette and leaned against the bar looking at her, while she didn't know he was there. Mac enjoyed stalking his prey. She was bright and animated, talking and laughing with everyone. Carina had also changed into another skirt and a tank top, still in the converse, now dirty from the canyon, and those sneakers weren't the only thing that was getting dirty out there if he had anything to say about it.
As he recalled she always wore them, it was different though, they reminded him of another time, before his world became what it now was, innocence, maybe. Either way there was something so sexy about them, little white converse sneakers rang his bell, who fucking knew?
Carina turned after feeling his eyes on hers as Devon sat down with them next to Regina, she waved and Mac gave her a nod of his head. He cleaned up good and she took a long look, just like he had done to her that morning. Who would have figured that? Suddenly she was interested in him, after all these years, after shooting him down multiple times when they were teenagers.
She hadn't been laid in a long, long time and apparently she needed to fix that asap.
Still she was glad to see her old friends, and today was a good day, with a lesson in human nature along the way, in the wonder of attraction and how it happened. No one was immune, not even her. Carina's parents had long passed away and there was a time when she wasn't sure she'd ever come back here. Her Thesis and her inheritance was making that possible now, or was it the other way around? Either way she was here, bent on finishing her degree and moving on to the next big thing.
But maybe some fun along the way.
Walter had spotted Mac swiping a bottle from the shelf and took his leave from the table, he passed by Mac on his way back to the bar after talking to Carina.
"Go get her cholo," He mumbled as he walked by.
Mac had already gotten a room at the hotel across the street for the night, which wasn't odd. Sometimes he got so hammered even he knew not to drive, that was all he needed, to get pulled over and busted in the process because he always carried.
So that in itself wasn't that unusual, sometimes he crashed in the back room at the bar too, but not tonight. Tonight he wanted a bed. What he had planned would be much better in a bed. He grinned just thinking about it, it was definitely better not to drive tonight.
He wasn't trying to get clipped for possession with intent or manufacturing, he was trying to get laid. He had been trying to get laid by this particular girl since he was thirteen.
Tonight the long wait would be over, she had given off the vibe that afternoon, it wouldn't take much he suspected. He'd persuade her somehow, he was good at that.
Mac had dressed carefully for the occasion, and the occasion was seduction, he wore jeans and a blue flannel shirt, and his dusty covered steel toed work boots, because they were the only shoes he had. It was more effort then he usually made for any of the regulars around town, but Carina wasn't a regular, not anymore.
He glanced over in her direction through the crowd, only a few people stood between him and girl who never let him fuck her. He licked his lips, just thinking about it was making him hard already.
"Smooth" By Santana played on the jukebox as he approached her with the bottle of Jack and two glasses. He sat the bottle and glasses down and reached out his hand, ignoring his brother and sister.
"Welcome home…"
********Man, it's a hot one
Like seven inches from the midday sun
Well, I hear you whisper and the words melt everyone
But you stay so cool*******
"A dance for old times sake?"
Carina considered that for a moment, this was not a man you ever wanted on your bad side, but he would never touch her without an engraved invitation. She knew all about the drugs and the rumors about him. They had history, all of them did, they had been kids together, skipping classes and smoking pot down in the canyon. Whatever he did or didn't do, he wouldn't do anything to her because of that history. He would want permission, he would want to claim her like a prize.
It was said that canyon kids never left the canyon and that was partly true, but she had wanted more, and broke her mother's heart to go to college in California. Mac, his siblings and everyone else had just been left to carry on the canyon life. Such as it was.
Mac had always been good looking and even better looking now as he got older. He had grown into his body, long ago he had been tall and lanky as a teenager. He had been cute then, but he was hot now. She had always been aware of him, his looks, but also aware that also he was a dangerous person. There were constant rumors about him all through school, that he made and dealt drugs and had killed someone, maybe more than one person, that he didn't take no for an answer from women.
But those blue eyes...
"Sure…" She took his hand and allowed him to lead her onto the small dance floor, Carina wasn't afraid of him. Quite the opposite actually. Sylvia was hanging with Devon that night, per Mac's request. 'Keep that bitch out of my hair tonight' had been Mac's words to his brother.
He pulled his prize close to him, pressing his growing erection into her pelvis without any hesitation, "How ya been?"
"Good?" She answered, "You…"
"Same shit different year…" He motioned towards Walter, Devon and Sylvia, and slid his hands down over her ass. Carina reached back and swatted them away like an annoying fly or mosquito. He was used to that from her, this wasn't the first time he hit on her, not the first time she shut him down. It was like a game between them. He'd get handsy and she'd smack his wrists like a bad child.
"This place hasn't changed a bit…"
"No that's not true, Walter put in wifi," Mac laughed, Walter was notoriously cheap and everyone knew it, then added with a growl and moved his eyes lower on her body, "That bra makes your tits look delicious…"
"That didn't take long, you're about as subtle as a kick in the shin," Carina observed.
"Oh you don't want that, I got the steel toes on." He replied with a wink, "Seriously, how come we never got together…"
"Because you were a whore," She laughed.
"Oh you hurt my feelings…"
"Sure, we've said worse to each other."
"That's true enough," He replied, "Always friends though, never anything more...it's a damn shame. Besides, you knew I'd try…"
He moved his hands down over her hips and rested them on her ass. This time she didn't move them.
"Mac, it's not going to happen…" But really it probably was, she decided.
"Your loss…"
"Are you going to keep hitting on me every day while I'm here?"
"Everyday."
"You'd drop dead if I ever said yes…" She teased.
"Are you ever going to say yes?" He asked, "Because I'm not going to give up."
She didn't answer him, just continued allowing him to move her around the dance floor. Mac was a good dancer and she felt good in his arms; he moved his hips just right and Carina was sure he was doing it on purpose. His dick was hard, pressing against her and he did not care, that was Mac.
He was always so over the top with everything, and he wasn't done trying to persuade her to bend to his will. The way he moved his hips against hers was scandalous, and inviting. Carina really did need to get laid, and Mac was sounding like a good idea. She knew that he would be as persistent as he always had been, maybe if he got it out of his system he'd leave her alone to work in peace.
"Come on Rina, you know you always wondered what it would be like…you and me...admit it." He crooned into her ear as they danced to the song, "I could fuck you so good…make you cum so hard...you know it," He breathed into her ear, "don't ya."
*****Your my reason for reason, the step in my groove****
Carina wasn't admitting jack shit to him, still she wasn't the same kid she was when she left years ago, and he was attractive. He always had been but he was more mature looking now, angular, his body was hard against her, his arms made her feel things. In college she slept with who she wanted to with never a backward glance, never a repercussion, she wondered how mature Mac was capable of being.
The feel of his breath on her skin was bringing goosebumps over her neck and down her spine. She could let him throw her around a little, what would be the harm? Sylvia said he was an excellent fuck and Carina hadn't been laid in ages and after all a women had needs.
"You're awfully sure of yourself." She replied with a slight stammer and Mac nodded with a shit eating grin.
"I got references if you want em," He grinned and his eyes twinkled when he said that. He did have a great sense of humor, she remembered that when Mac was around everyone was laughing and having a good time.
"No thanks," Mac prepared for her to shoot him down again, and tried to think up a catchy comeback, then she continued, "But don't go getting attached, this would be a one time thing…"
He almost asked her to repeat herself because he couldn't believe it, was it really going to go down finally? Mac was floored but was not about to let her know that. He adjusted his grip on her hips and pressed against her.
"Says you...maybe once you get a taste you'll be back for seconds, thirds…"
"I'm not kidding, just tonight, cause I'm in a mood."
"Mmmmm a mood huh, I like where this is going…" He ran his nose over her neck, inhaling her scent, then breathed into her ear, "So you're feeling some type of way? Me too. Tell me all about it baby…"
"One night, that's all. I go home after and that's it, understood…"
"Fine, no slumber parties…all the same though, you'll beg for more," He licked the shell of her ear, "I'm gonna eat you alive…"
Carina huffed at that, "I need some drinks first…"
"I'll give you whatever you want." He pressed against her, then motioned towards the bottle on the table. Then took her by the hand to lead her back where she had been sitting.
"And I don't want people yapping about it, so where are you living, I'll meet you? Go find something to do till last call."
"No, eleven, I'm not waiting till two am. Room 207 across the street, I'm gonna rock your world."
"You think so?" She walked away then turned back, "Presumptuous of you Mac to get a hotel room."
"I knew you'd come around…"
"We'll see if you have what it takes…" She started back towards her table where Devon, Sylvia and Reggie waited.
This riled him up, "I know what I can do," He followed after her, pulled her back by her shoulder and into a corner away from everyone's sight. Carina's sneakers skidded across the floor, squeaking and he remembered she had always worn them all through school, pristine, white converse when they were brand new, then dusty with red clay within a week. The sound reminded him of gym class, and of sitting on the sidelines watching her play field hockey, her legs were still great, but would look better wrapped around his waist,"Let's go, right now."
"Back off Mac before I change my mind," She hissed, "You wanna wait another ten years? Cause I got BOB back at my house and he never lets me down."
"Yeah fuck that. Your battery operated boyfriend is about to be put out of business."
"I said one time," Carina reminded him.
"And I said you'll be back for more."
