Bobby Meets His Match- Chapter 2
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Chapter 2- We Meet Again
When Bobby got back to Rangeman, he went to an unused cubby and fired up the computer to do a search on Cathy Jorgens. Shit. There were five of them, with various different name spellings. How the hell was he supposed to know which one was her? Why did he even care , anyway? She was so far from his normal types- blonde, buxom , and brainless, or brunette and athletic, that he shouldn't even have given her a second look. It occurred to him that just because she looked incredibly hot in a suit and heels didn't mean she wasn't athletic. At the very least, she looked high maintenance. He should just forget about her. So why had he been thinking about her all afternoon?
Lester came up behind him and stole a peek at the computer screen. "Cathy Jorgens?" I don't remember any skips with that name." Then the light dawned and he got a stupid grin on his face.
" You are looking up a hot chick that you want to fuck," Lester said in an accusing voice. Lester knew this because he did it sometimes, too.
"If you want to fuck her, just do it, you don't need a background check." Bobby sighed. He knew if Lester found out about his reaction to the girl he'd take shit for it. Lester was a ladies man and could get any woman's number in a matter of moments if he wanted to. So could Bobby, usually. With his bulging muscles, handsome face and huge, er, gun, he had no trouble getting woman into bed. So why was he so hung up on this one?
" I have to do a search because all I have is her name. No phone number." He was almost too embarrassed to admit it…"I forgot to ask for her number."
Lester exploded into laughter. " You saw a hot chick that you wanted to fuck and you didn't get her number?" Lester looked at him as if he had grown a second head. " What the hell is wrong with you?'
Bobby looked sheepish. " Well, I was trying to decide if she was my type or not. I mean, she was in a business suit and these fucking mile high heels and she looked gorgeous, but disorganized and high maintenance. And before I finished deciding, she walked away."
Lester looked at Bobby incredulously. " Wait… you didn't just want to fuck this woman. If you were worried about her being high maintenance you must be thinking- long term." He said the last two words as if they were insults. " She must be some piece of ass if you are thinking of more than one night with her already.
Bobby was embarrassed because he'd never been in this position before. All he could think of to say was, "Fuck you , Santos."
Lester grinned madly as Bobby walked out to the control room., shouting, " And don't forget Ranger assigned you to help me with that class tonight." Lester's smile faded a bit.
Because it was a security company, Rangeman had contracts with local agencies to teach occasional basic self defense, gun safety, and first aid classes in the community. It was good money and it gave Rangeman the reputation of a civic-minded business and not just a company of guys who wore black and looked like thugs. Plus, it gave Rangeman a positive image among city leaders, and you never know when that can come in handy. Ranger had ordered Lester to help Bobby with the Rangeman sponsored first aid class at the Trenton community center. Lester really didn't mind helping. He'd gotten to meet a few hot chicks that way. Mostly, though it was soccer moms and older ladies.
Ranger and Steph were just coming in from doing survelliance and passed Bobby as he was walking out.
" Hey, boss, bombshell," Lester greeted them. Ordinarily he would have hugged Steph but with Ranger there he wouldn't dare.
Steph looked back at the doorway that Bobby had just exited from. " What's going on with you and Bobby. You are usually like Tweedledee and Tweedledum."
Lester grinned, "Well, Tweedledee is upset because he met a hot chick in court today and he really wants to…uh, " he looked at Steph and chose his words carefully " um, see her , but he didn't get her number. And I was reminding him that getting her number would be the first thing any self respecting heterosexual guy would do."
Steph shook her head, " At least you realize that you are Tweedledum. Geez, you guys, are such…guys"and she grinned and walked away. Lester and Ranger huddled together as if sharing some secret, then she heard Ranger say, 'put me down for $20."
Were they betting on Bobby getting laid? Men could be such pigs. But she was at least glad they weren't betting on her this time.
By the time Cathy got done in court it was after 5:00. Shit. She still had to swing by work and get some paperwork and then she had that damn class she had to attend tonight. She really was tired and didn't want to go to that stupid class, but she had to be certified for work, and who knew when the next class would be.
She walked across the parking garage thinking about the guy she'd met, Bobby Brown. She felt herself get tingly remembering how huge he was, how his biceps strained the seams on his black t-shirt, the huge gun in his belt, the bulge in the front of his pants indicated that he had another huge gun. He had the most beautiful dark eyes and huge hands and… Cathy shivered as she imagined his hands on her. She was between relationships, and lately she'd been so busy with her career that she hadn't really had much time for dating. She wiped the thought of the mysterious Bobby Brown out of her mind. She had stupidly not given him her phone number, so she would probably never see him again.
She got to her car, a five year old Honda Civic, brushed the papers and hair clips, and lint roller from the passenger seat and fished out her cell phone. She called her secretary to tell her not to lock up, that she would come back to the office. She kept a change of clothes in the office, which was good because she didn't wnat to go to the class in an ivory suit and four inch peep toe spectator pumps. Cathy looked down at her shoes. She didn't make a lot of money, or have a lot of luxury, but she indulged herself in shoes. She loved shoes. And she knew where to find the best looking, least expensive, but not always very comfortable shoes in town.
Monica, her secretary, was still there when she arrived. " Why haven't you left yet?," Cathy asked. Monica was usually out the door right at 5:00.
"I have to go to that class at the community center tonight. I thought you were going too." Monica knew she was going, it was Monica who kept track of her appointments for her. Cathy sighed, " Just let me change clothes. I don't think I have time to eat. I have a candy bar in the glove box." It was already 6:15 and they had to get across town. Cathy changed, grabbed her huge purse, and raced out the door.
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Lester finished putting out all the materials they would need to teach the class tonight. Well, actually, Bobby mostly taught. Lester just helped a little and mostly flirted with the women. The room at the community center was starting to fill up with the usual assortment of soccer moms, older couples, and teenagers. Lester liked looking at the hot teenagers, but resisted the urge to talk to the 'jailbait" even though they flirted boldly with him.
Bobby wasn't flirting, he was all business. He took these classes very seriously. That was one of the problems with Bobby. He took most things very seriously. Bobby taught a lot of these classes and he had a system. He had finished putting out the equipment and called everyone to sit at the tables. The tables were mostly full, with most people opting to sit in the back. Only the chairs at the front table and on the ends were open. Lester tried to ignore the cute teenager in the second row who was playing with her hair and flirting with him.
Bobby started the class in his booming voice, his eyes scanning the room and making eye contact with everyone. "Ok, we are going to become certified tonight. Please fill out the registration form. We..um… we need it…..so that… we, um, can, uh,…record your …certification." Lester noticed that Bobby suddenly seemed to be having trouble talking, stumbling over his words. What the fuck? Bobby was too young for a stroke. He followed Bobby's gaze to a petite redhead who had come through the doorway with another woman. Bobby 's gaze was fixed on them and he seemed to have forgotten how to talk. Lester smiled. Damn. This must be the mysterious Cathy Jorgens. Bobby looked completely dumbfounded, but Lester, being the good friend that he was, wouldn't let Bobby fuck up again.
Bobby had been in the middle of telling the class to fill out the registration forms, when every coherent thought suddenly left his head. He heard himself stagger and trip over his words like he was drunk, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't believe it. SHE had just come into the room. She had changed into black slacks and a green sweater that hugged her curves and she still had on those black and white heels with the little oval cut off the toe that made her legs look a mile long and made her hips sway when she walked. Bobby felt his pants getting tight and moved so that he was standing behind his portable file cabinet on the table so that no one could see his massive erection.
Bobby saw Lester look back and forth between him and Cathy, then get a moronic grin on his face. Lester was escorting Cathy and her friend to a chair at the table right in front of him. Front and center where he'd have to stare at her all night. Fuck Santos, that bastard. This was going to be a long class. She was sitting right in front of him and he could see how the green sweater brought out her eyes and that pendant was still there, dipping into the valley between her breasts, and…
"Don't forget to fill out your registration card with your address and phone number." Lester had noticed Bobby's sudden inability to say a coherent word and had taken up the reins. Cathy was trying not to look up at Bobby , and she was close enough that he could see her blush. Fuck. How the hell was he going to get through this damn class.
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As soon as Cathy had crossed through the doorway, she had to stop herself from turning around and running out again. Shit. She couldn't do this. It was HIM, Bobby Brown. She grabbed Monica's arm and was about to pull her out of the room, but then she remembered she needed this certification for work. And the next class wasn't for a long time. She couldn't take a class from HIM. He was way too fucking hot. He was dressed in khaki pants and a black polo shirt that was strained across the muscles in his chest and against his biceps. She wasn't wearing a gun this time, that she could see, but he didn't look like the type who would go anywhere unarmed.
There was another guy there who was also handsome and muscular, but not as much so as Bobby. The other guy herded Monica and Cathy in, gave them a registration form to fill out, and fuck, seated them at the table directly in front of Bobby. Not that there was really anyplace else for them to sit, since the room was full and they were a few minutes late. But shit, Cathy couldn't look at Bobby for the whole class. She could already feel her hands trembling and her panties were starting to get wet. . She looked cautiously up at him, met his beautiful brown eyes, then had to look away again. She could feel her heart racing. Shit. " What the hell am I going to do for an entire three hour class? ," she thought.
She filled out the registration form , which was hard because her hand was shaking. The other guy, who had said his name was Lester, took the registration form . She saw him highlight something on it with a yellow highlighter and put it on the top of Bobby's pile.
Bobby had managed to start the class by pointedly NOT looking at Cathy. He focused on the old lady in the back with the mole to try to keep the swelling in his pants down. He had forgotten a lot of the things he usually said during the class, and Lester had to do a lot more talking and teaching than usual. Bobby was spending most of his concentration trying to avoid looking at her. Bobby shook himself out of it.
Lester was saying, " Ok, we need to learn the Heimlich. Most things in this class we do on mannequins, but we will be using a partner for this. Not to actually do it, just to find the proper hand positioning. Bobby here will give us a demonstration of the proper hand positioning." Lester grabbed Cathy's arm and practically pulled her out of her chair. " This lady will be Bobby's partner."
Bobby gave Lester his, " I'm going to rip your nuts off and feed them to you " look. Cathy looked back and forth between Lester and Bobby, looking shocked. Lester just grinned like an idiot.
"Go ahead," Lester said, "demonstrate proper hand position for us."
Bobby looked back at Lester. That fucker. " I will kill him for this. How the hell could I even touch her without creaming myself?, Bobby htought.
Cathy slipped off her four inch heels and he was surprised how petite she really was. He reminded himself again of how much he disliked small woman. She stood in front of him, and he wrapped his arms around her abdomen, trying to touch her as little as possible. Still, her body was wedged up against him and the feel of her ass against him made his pants swell hugely. Fuck. He hoped she couldn't feel that. He wrapped his arms around her under the ribcage and he noticed how curvy she was , the feel of her boobs as they brushed against his arm. He could feel her trembling. Bobby couldn't breathe very well, so it was a good thing Lester was talking.
Cathy couldn't believe Lester had made her be partners with Bobby. She stood in front of him, and tried to keep space between them, but her body got pressed against his as his arms went around her abdomen. She could feel every inch of his hard body against hers and she could feel the wetness soaking through her panties. Shit. Bobby's huge arms came around her from behind and she practically orgasmed as they brushed against her breasts. She tried not to think of how hard and warm and powerful he felt. Shit.
Lester made them stay in that position as he explained things and he seemed to be taking forever. Shit. She was trembling and she knew Bobby could probably feel it. His huge hands came around her and linked gently on her abdomen. Fuck. It seemed like forever before Lester let them break the pose, and they both jerked away from each other as though they had been stung.
Bobby noticed that the remainder of the class, Lester did everything he could to throw Cathy and him together. They did everything they could to avoid each other. Bobby could feel his erection throbbing and spent the evening trying to hide it from everyone. He usually enjoyed teaching the class, but tonight it was torture. It was the longest three hours of his life. When the class was over, Cathy gathered up her things quickly and bolted out the door like the room was on fire.
Bobby cleaned up the equipment as the last of the stragglers left. He was so fucking pissed at Lester. After he had packed up the last of the equipment, Lester came over and handed him a paper. It was Cathy's registration slip, with her phone number circled , starred and highlighted, so Bobby couldn't possibly miss it. "Here," Lester said. " I practically got her into bed with you. " he paused, and smiled. "Now don't fuck it up again."
Bobby left the room, and Lester took a minute to study a paper he'd had folded in his pocket. It was the betting sheet. There were a lot of names and dollar amounts on the paper. Lester was going to win a LOT of money, if Bobby didn't fuck it up this time.
