Illicit Intrigue (Closed DaveDuff & DM)

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha Warrington

The bath was soothing, comforting.
I finally managed to ease some of the tension out of my body. Sure I was locked in, but the bathroom door was locked, the windows barred and I was well out of the reach of prying eyes. Privacy at last!

Reluctantly I rose from the tub, knowing that I would have to go and get on the fresh clothes I’d laid out. I had no idea what was planned for today. I assumed that I would be kept here for sometime, rather than moved, but I had to find out just what it was they wanted from my father or intended to do with me.

Still thinking about the possibilities of the day, I wrapped a large towel around me and swaddled my hair in yet another of the soft towels and reluctantly unlocked the door and stepped out into the bedroom area of my prison.

I gasped and clutched the towel around me as my eyes settled on Tony sat sipping coffee, quite at ease sat on the bed, near the clothes I’d laid out, his eyes raised to mine.

”Don’t you believe in knocking, or at least waiting until a girl’s dressed.”

I could not bite back the retort as I stood my hands holding the towel securely in place and glaring at him to hide my nervousness.

”I hope you haven’t come to finish off what your boy’s started… “

I tried to make my voice harsh and scathing, but the tremor betrayed that I knew that he could do whatever he wanted with me and that I did in fact fear his … intentions.

”Now Samantha… that’s no way to talk. I simply brought you breakfast .. and.. we need to have a … little chat.”

I glanced at the plate and watched realising that he seemed well settled.

“Actually I’ve suddenly lost my appetite. I prefer continental with coffee actually..”

I managed to maintain my slightly haughty tone this time.

“.. but if you insist on talking… you don’t mind if I get dressed first do you..?”


The question was intended to be rhetorical.

Though I was reluctant to move nearer to him, it was the only way I could get to my clothes.
I stepped forward with forced confidence and reached out to scoop up the outfit I intended to wear.
I was going to retreat into the locked bathroom and change.
He could hardly object about that could he…?

 

[DaveDuff]

Anthony Spilatro

”Don’t you believe in knocking, or at least waiting until a girl’s dressed.”

”I hope you haven’t come to finish off what your boy’s started… “

”Now Samantha… that’s no way to talk. I simply brought you breakfast .. and.. we need to have a … little chat.”

“Actually I’ve suddenly lost my appetite. I prefer continental with coffee actually..”

“.. but if you insist on talking… you don’t mind if I get dressed first do you..?”

She moved toward the bed where there were some clothes laid out. She had obviously gone through the closet and drawers, and found something suitable. I reached over, scooped up the clothes and tossed them to her.

“Go ahead, get dressed.” I said, a hint of frustration showing in my voice. She caught the clothes and returned to the bathroom. I could hear the click of the doorknob as she locked it behind her.

I’d realized that this might turn out to be more of a task that I’d imagined. I was finding myself pulled between treating her as an invited guest or a sworn enemy. I could easily deal with both friends and enemies, but she didn’t fall into either category. She hadn’t done anything wrong, and didn’t deserve to be treated as she had been. I know she hated me, and what I had done to her, there was no way I could change that, and expect her to enjoy her stay. But on the other hand, I found myself feeling sorry for her. She was merely an unwilling a pawn in my plan, and there was no reason to treat her like someone who had actually done something to deserve being in the situation she was in.

I was just going to deal with the situation as it presented itself, and make the best of it, without appearing as if I was anything but sure about my actions.

She emerged from that bathroom, rubbing her hair with a towel.

“Look Samantha, It could be months before your father is able get you outta here, so the least we can do is learn to be civil to each other. I suppose I should have given you the dignity of knocking before I just walked in, and I’ll try to respect your privacy in the future.”

“This isn’t exactly the Hilton Hotel or nothin’. I just brought you in a plate of what was made for breakfast. If I had wanted to treat you like a street whore, I’d have done so by now. That’s not my intention. I’m only interested it getting your father to do what he needs to get my boys released.”

“If you’d rather, I’ll just leave you alone, and have someone bring your meals. I’ll keep Ritchie away, and tell my boys to ease up. You let me know if any of ‘em get outta line.

I took a long sip of my coffee, and waited to see if she had any response before turning for the door.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha Warrington

Before I could reach the clothes, Tony was there before me.
I stood still and watched up scoop up the garments and throw them at me.

“Go ahead, get dressed.”

I could hear a hint of exasperation in them and looked coldly at him, turning towards the bathroom, hiding a smile, a small, but significant triumph.
I intended to be as difficult as I could get away with!

Locking the bathroom door I slipped out of the towel and looked at the garments.
I had not selected any underwear, mainly because that was one set of items I did not intend borrowing from any past guests.
I pulled on the leggings and the white t-shirt.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror.
I looked shoddy, compared to my usual tailored appearance.
What I didn’t realise was how young my appearance was now I was devoid of makeup with the casual clothes hugging my slim curvy and otherwise naked body.

I sighed, towelled my hair and used my one elastic to scoop my damp hair high into a ponytail.
I looked at the door and realised I had to face him sooner or later.
I draped the larger towel over the radiator and took the smaller.
Dabbing at my hair, I walked through the door to where Tony was still sat on the bed.

His voice was filled with forced patience as he spoke.

“Look Samantha, It could be months before your father is able get you outta here, so the least we can do is learn to be civil to each other.
I suppose I should have given you the dignity of knocking before I just walked in, and I’ll try to respect your privacy in the future.”

I was shocked at the idea of being imprisoned for months, but the latter part of his speech surprised me.
Was old Tony mellowing?
I hid a smile as he continued.

“This isn’t exactly the Hilton Hotel or nothin’. I just brought you in a plate of what was made for breakfast.”

I shrugged insolently.
His exasperation rose again.

”If I had wanted to treat you like a street whore, I’d have done so by now.
That’s not my intention.
I’m only interested it getting your father to do what he needs to get my boys released.”

My mind worked overtime.. his boys released?
He had thugs.. in jail.. but.. what did that have to do with daddy?

“If you’d rather, I’ll just leave you alone, and have someone bring your meals.”

My eyes widened, fearing that he had a similar fate in mind to the one I’d been subjected to that morning. As if reading my thoughts he reassured me.

“I’ll keep Ritchie away, and tell my boys to ease up.
You let me know if any of ‘em get outta line.”

He sipped his coffee and held my gaze as I stood in the middle of the room watching him.
I responded scornfully:

”Let you know… ? … Like you wouldn’t know beforehand…”

Having found my voice, my mouth ran on before I could think.

”I bet those apes don’t make a move without your permission?”

I accused, still angry at having been so badly frightened that morning.

“Seems to me Ritchie treats all the women he “takes a shine to” as whores!”

Even as I tried to be offensive, I shuddered at the thought of what a woman might suffer at Ritchie’s hands.
Again I hid my fear behind bold words.

”As to breakfast, or privacy. Don’t do me any favours.
I’m the prisoner. You had me pulled off the street remember Tony!
Seems you make a habit of hiding behind your ... thugs...
Excuse me if I don’t feel I owe you any civility!”

I saw anger spark in his eyes, but did not heed the sign.
I glared and stepped forward slightly.

“As for my father. My being here won’t make a damn of difference… and I certainly don’t intend to stay here for months until you realise how pointless this all is!”

I knew my words were brave, but futile.
My frustration at being penned in like this boiled over.
I turned and kicked the chair across the room.

”Why don’t you just fuck off and take your coffee break somewhere else in future… ?”

My words rang out as the furniture clattered to the floor.

 

[DaveDuff]

Anthony Spilatro

My words and attempt at a calmer attitude did nothing to quell the fire in her. In fact she seemed to become more brazen as she sensed my frustration. She went into a tirade of accusations.

”Let you know… ? … Like you wouldn’t know beforehand…”

”I bet those apes don’t make a move without your permission?”

“Seems to me Ritchie treats all the women he “takes a shine to” as whores!”

I took half a step back, shocked and surprised at her boldness. She was either putting up a very hard front, or was one helluva lot tougher than I had pegged her for. Either way, she wanted no part of an attempted compromise, and seemed to be testing me, to see just how far she could go before I would actually follow through on my previous threats. Not immediately sure how to react, I stood watching her as she continued.

”As to breakfast, or privacy. Don’t do me any favours.
I’m the prisoner. You had me pulled off the street remember Tony!
Seems you make a habit of hiding behind your ... thugs...
Excuse me if I don’t feel I owe you any civility!”

She took a step forward, the anger seething from her eyes.

“As for my father. My being here won’t make a damn of difference… and I certainly don’t intend to stay here for months until you realise how pointless this all is!”

She turned and kicked a chair hard, sending it sliding, and toppling across the room.

”Why don’t you just fuck off and take your coffee break somewhere else in future… ?”

I had to choose between walking away, undoubtedly appearing weak in her eyes, or answering her in a like anger, and letting know she was getting under my skin. There was no way I could let her get away with thinking she’d gained a victory with this outburst. I raised my right hand quickly across and above my chest, and moved towards her, as if I might strike at her with the back of my open hand.

“God damn you’re a smart-assed little bitch!”

I shot the words through clenched teeth. She flinched as I approached, and I lowered my hand and grabbed her firmly by the elbow. I yanked and half drug her over to where the chair lay.

“I warned you once about this chair,” I said angrily, Now pick the son-of-a-bitch up and put it back where it belongs.” I shoved her, nearly knocking her on top of the toppled chair.

“I’ve had about as much of your spoiled rotten, rich bitch attitude as I can take. You wanna play fuckin’ games, I’ll be more than happy to oblige you. Believe me, you don’t want to piss me off.”

I could feel my face redden and I continued shouting.

“You better hope and pray your father does as he’s told, or your intentions on leaving will be as nothing more than wishful thinking.”

I glared at her, waiting to see if she would do as she was told or continue pressing me and my authority.

“Now, Samantha, I suggest you put that chair where back, set your little ‘Saks Fifth Avenue’ ass down in it and decide just how fuckin’ tough you are. I aint about to keep putting up with your bratty little mouth, I got a cold dark shed out back with your name written all over it. I got no fuckin’ problem lettin you cool off out there for a week if that’s the way you want it.”

I moved over to the door, and rapped my knuckles against it. Frankie must’ve been standing right there, because he opened it almost immediately.

“Get me a god damned drink,” I snarled in his direction as I turned, giving her a quick glare before slamming and securing the door.

I didn’t know how she was going to react, and at the moment didn’t care. She had some big balls for such a tiny little thing. I did admire that, but she better learn when to put them away if she knew what was good for her.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha Warrington

The clatter of the chair and my words hung in the air between us.
Tony was silent, as if considering.
I watched him, waiting for his reaction.
I stood my ground as he advanced determinedly and raised his hand.
I remained immobile as he moved his open hand to his chest; he was obviously itching to strike me.
It was clear he was beginning to lose his temper.

“God damn you’re a smart-assed little bitch!”

His voice was as snarl.
Her moved forward then. I flinched as his arm shot out.
Instead of the slap I’d expected, he grabbed my arm; digging his fingers into my flesh he hauled me over to where the chair lay on the ground.

“I warned you once about this chair, now pick the son-of-a-bitch up and put it back where it belongs.”

I cried out as he shoved me roughly towards the object.
I turned to glare at him and pointedly rubbed the elbow where he had no doubt left bruises.
I certainly wasn’t used to being manhandled.
My eyes moved fearfully over him.
Perhaps Tony was more than happy to do the “rough” stuff himself now I’d provoked him.

“I’ve had about as much of your spoiled rotten, rich bitch attitude as I can take. You wanna play fuckin’ games, I’ll be more than happy to oblige you.
Believe me, you don’t want to piss me off.”

A small part of me was pleased that I’d got to him, after all that was what I’d intended, but the force of his anger was much more intimidating than I’d imagined.
I realised his warning to be one I should begin to heed.
I could play these games with my father, but Tony was not someone to provoke in the same way.

As if reading my mind, Tony raised his voice to shout:

“You better hope and pray your father does as he’s told, or your intentions on leaving will be as nothing more than wishful thinking.”

I met his glare with an assumed defiant stare, determined not to let him see how his anger was frightening me.

“Now, Samantha, I suggest you put that chair where back, set your little ‘Saks Fifth Avenue’ ass down in it and decide just how fuckin’ tough you are.”

I glanced at the chair and back at him, but did not move.

”I aint about to keep putting up with your bratty little mouth,
I got a cold dark shed out back with your name written all over it.
I got no fuckin’ problem lettin you cool off out there for a week if that’s the way you want it.”

Thankfully he moved to the door and missed the crack in my composure.
I didn’t want to be locked in a shed… the very idea freaked me.
I couldn’t bring myself to be “grateful” for my surroundings, but I realised belatedly that things could and would get a lot worse for me if I wasn’t careful.

“Get me a god damned drink,”

The snarl, the slamming of the door.
I fought for control and with great effort lifted my eyes to his once more.
He stood and looked at me and at the chair.
His hand lifted and I could sense he was close to losing control fully.

Slowly I bent down and took hold of the chair.
I righted it and set it down carefully.
Again I looked over at Tony.
His hard glare brooked no argument.
With the token resistance of a theatrical sigh, I let my body down to sit on the chair.
My eyes remained on the floor, toying with the idea of catching his eye then looking away sulkily, or glaring at him defiantly arms crossed.
Giving up on both ideas, I finally raised my eyes to his.
My hesitant glance met his steely one and I instantly regretted the move.
I could tell that he had seen my uncertainty, my newly awakened fear…

Just before I pulled my gaze away from him the knock sounded on the door and Tony turned away to be handed his drink …

 

[DaveDuff]

Anthony Spilatro

Slowly, she picked up the chair and put it in its place. Perhaps she had sensed she had reached some limit in my temper. She sat with a seemingly forced sigh. I suppose she was used to getting what she wanted, and this was one of her methods of accomplished that. She’d been staring at the floor until she raised her eyes to meet mine. I saw a small change in them, a sense of uncertainty, mixed with some fear.

Frankie returned with my drink. I took a long swallow and he slipped back into the hallway.

I stood and watched her, calming my nerves, trying to regain the composure I’d lost. I imagined that she had got some pleasure getting under my skin, but wondered if she’d had enough or would continue to play her games.

“That’s more like it Samantha, I’m sure you’re used to getting your way with just about everything, but it’s not going to work that way with me. As I told you before, your attitude and demeanor will have everything to do with how you’re treated. You seem intent on testing that. Perhaps you’ve learned a lesson, perhaps not. Time will tell.”

I stood, leaning at the door, taking another drink, and watching her closely, trying to see past the face she was showing and trying to get a read on what was going on insider her head….

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha Warrington

Tony stood at the doorway taking a mouthful of his drink.
No words were spoken between him and Frankie.
I looked away and let my eyes play on the window.
In truth I was listening, waiting, but wanted to appear nonchalant.
I could feel him watching me from the doorway.
I could sense him coming slowly towards where I was sat on the chair.

“That’s more like it Samantha …”

I let my eyes meet his coolly.

”I’m sure you’re used to getting your way with just about everything, but it’s not going to work that way with me. “

His tone was cold, uncompromising, but calmer now.

”As I told you before, your attitude and demeanour will have everything to do with how you’re treated.
You seem intent on testing that.
Perhaps you’ve learned a lesson, perhaps not. Time will tell.”

His eyes raked over me.
His patronising tone rankled and annoyed, but at the same time I was surprised at how perceptive he was.
I was definitely testing the boundaries and knew now that they were clearly marked out.
Tony had his limits and certainly had a temper.

I forced my voice to be calm as I spoke.

”So.. what am I supposed to do whilst you’re … contacting my father… sit around in rags… hoping I won’t be molested… ?

I indicated my clothes and referred to the morning’s events.
I watched his face, but could not read his reaction.
I sighed and let my petulant tone drop, speaking softly as still he stood silently.

”OK…. I guess I can be… civil…. “

I conceded, hesitantly.

”..but you can hardly expect me to be happy about all this… “

My eyes travel round the room, then I look at the man in front of me.
The reality of my situation slams home.
Anything could happen to me here.
I stand up carefully, making sure the chair stays upright and avoiding his eyes move away to the window.
Turning my back on Tony so he can’t see how I’m feeling I speak.

”I.. .just.. don’t want to be here… “

The phrase is supposed to come out defiant, but instead my voice shakes and my head remains bowed.
Damn.. I don’t want him to see he’s getting to me.

 

[DaveDuff]

Anthony Spilatro

She spoke carefully, still a bit of an insulting tone in her voice.

”So.. what am I supposed to do whilst you’re … contacting my father… sit around in rags… hoping I won’t be molested… ?

She motioned at her clothes, surely she was used to wearing much better… did she expect me to take her shopping?… That possibility had never crossed my mind.

“Well for now, you’ll just have to make due with what you can find here, there isn’t a store, or mall within 100 miles, at least not one you’d be accustomed to. I know Ritchie gave you a scare this morning. You may not believe me, but I’ve got nothing to be gained by you being hurt, and I will do my best to make sure nothing like that happens again.”

Again her tone shifted down a notch, as if she knew it was getting her nowhere.

”OK…. I guess I can be… civil…. “

She said it almost grudgingly.

”..but you can hardly expect me to be happy about all this… “

“Happy? No of course I don’t expect you to be happy. But, you can make things easier by accepting the circumstances as they are. Making the best of bad situation, as they say, will go much further than fighting it all along.”

She stood, carefully sliding the chair back in place before moving to the window, keeping her head down and her back to me.

”I.. .just.. don’t want to be here… “

The last response comes across shakily, revealing a bit more about her true state.

“Well, no doubt, that goes without saying, but you are, and will continue to remain here, until you father completes his task. If I can grow to trust you, and your seemingly honest attempt at calming down, your boundaries may be spread, as I think I mentioned before. This is a large house and there are at least a few activities you could pass the time with.”

I wasn’t convinced that she meant what she had said, but was willing to trust her for the moment. Offering her a chance at something other than sitting in this one room, I thought, may provide a bit of incentive for her to remain in a less than hostile attitude.

I finished my drink, and set the empty glass on the table…

“You’ll find paper and pen in the desk, I suppose if you were to make a list of things that may make your stay here more comfortable, I would be willing to see if they were something I could accommodate. As far as clothes go, list your sizes, and we could probably pick something up on our next trip into town.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha Warrington

“Happy? No of course I don’t expect you to be happy. But, you can make things easier by accepting the circumstances as they are. Making the best of bad situation, as they say, will go much further than fighting it all along.”

His words echoed back in my head as I stood by the window.
I didn’t want to acknowledge the truth in his words.
I hated feeling powerless, controlled but what more could I do?

Even when I conceded to admit that I didn’t want to be there, to try to communicate some of my frustrations, Tony was brusque, obviously still rankling from my earlier “performance”!

“Well, no doubt, that goes without saying, but you are, and will continue to remain here, until you father completes his task.

I nod, but keep turned away from him.

”If I can grow to trust you, and your seemingly honest attempt at calming down, your boundaries may be spread, as I think I mentioned before.
This is a large house and there are at least a few activities you could pass the time with.”

I turn then and look at him.
I school my face to hide the hope.
Firstly the hope that I will be able to do more than pace this room for weeks on end, but also the hope that with .. .extended boundaries … I might actually be able to escape from here….

I watch him from under lowered lids, hoping to convince him of my reformed character.
I watch as he sets his glass on the table and looks up at me once more.
I see him hesitate as if not sure what to make of my demeanour, then he continues smoothly.

“You’ll find paper and pen in the desk, I suppose if you were to make a list of things that may make your stay here more comfortable, I would be willing to see if they were something I could accommodate.
As far as clothes go, list your sizes, and we could probably pick something up on our next trip into town.

I keep my eyes on his.
Apart from the ulterior motive of getting out of this room, I finally acknowledge that he is trying to be reasonable.

Speaking softly as he watches carefully, I explain:

”The clothes are alright really, it’s just that… well.. I could use some .. suitable.. underwear… “

I look up and blush.

”I know I can’t expect luxury, but.. I’d at least something clean and comfortable of my own ... you know like... panties, bra, cami ...… “


I hesitate, but decide to rush on with my requests before I loose my nerve and before Tony loses his good will.

”But.. for now… Tony... do you think I could have some coffee please.. ?”

Our eyes meet.
He is obviously surprised by my polite request.
I hold his gaze steadily as he tries to read my intentions, decide what motivates this change of heart.

I’m finding that being “civilised” is not quite as difficult as I expected.
Though I know that if he were to throw my first attempts in my face, I'd answer back with more hostility than before, but, he was now being reasonable, so, I was willing to give it a go.
At least at the moment it was saving my temper and keeping me out of further trouble.

 

[DaveDuff]

Anthony Spilatro

She watched me and listened carefully as I spoke. It was as though she had come to the realization that she could only loose if she kept up the defiant, outwardly vocal demeanor she had adopted early on. She now seemed much more subdued, turning towards me but keeping her eyes lowered.

”The clothes are alright really, it’s just that… well.. I could use some .. suitable.. underwear… “

I could see a flush in her cheeks as she raised her eyes to meet mine.

”I know I can’t expect luxury, but.. I’d at least something clean and comfortable of my own ... you know like... panties, bra, cami ...… “

I had to be hesitant to trust any newfound reform, but was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt.

”But.. for now… Tony... do you think I could have some coffee please.. ?”

Please? I thought to myself. She was tough to read, I couldn’t help but silently question her sincerity.

“Sure, Samantha, I can get you some coffee, but I don’t know a thing about what size, or style of under things you may need. Why don’t you jot that down, and I’ll bring in a pot of coffee.”


I picked up my glass, and the empty coffee pitcher, before turning to the door, knocking on it, knowing Frankie wouldn’t be far.

I pondered our new ‘more friendly’ relationship while making a fresh pot of coffee, and going through the freshly filled cupboards, I filled a sack with some fruit, cookies, a pack of pastries and assorted other items which she could keep in her room, seeing that she hadn’t seemed to take a liking to any of the food she had been provided so far.

Returning to her room once again, I set the items on the table.

“I brought a few things to snack on as well,” I said, not condescending, but trying to sound sincere. Hopefully, you’ll find something here more to you liking.”

“Now I think I’ll be sending Jimmy into town today, we’ve got a package to deliver to your father. If you’ve got a list of items you need, I’ll see if we can fill it for you. It may be a day or two, but that’s the best I can do.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha Warrington

“Sure, Samantha, I can get you some coffee, but I don’t know a thing about what size, or style of under things you may need.
Why don’t you jot that down, and I’ll bring in a pot of coffee.”

I smiled over at Tony, put at ease by his calm and accommodating tone.
He was right. Being civilised was much less … stressful.

I watched as he picked up the glass and coffee pitcher and moved to the door.
He threw a final glance over in my direction.
His expression was quizzical.
Without quite knowing why, I smiled shyly at him as he closed the door.

As the door banged shut, I turned and looked about the room.
I took a deep breath.
Wow.. what had happened here?
My mind went over the things he had said.
He had given me a real fright and made threats I was sure he would follow through on if he got fed up with my behaviour.

I turned and looked at the door and thought of how reasonable he could be if he wanted.
At times he had been almost eager to put me at my ease.
I crossed to the desk and tried to make out what kind of man Tony was.
He was a thug, a gangster-type most likely, but he was a mass of contradictions.
He was strong and would put up with no opposition or defiance from anyone, that was certain.
All I knew for sure is that he was the man in charge and I would have to watch my step with him and keep on my guard.

I sat down and took out the paper and begin to jot down my sizes and a description of under garments that I regarded as “essentials”.
I paused and wondered what it was that daddy had promised Tony.
What could daddy do now to make the situation right with Tony once more?
I had no idea that daddy had dealings with men like these, let alone did “deals” with them and made promises that he could not honour.

I jumped as the sound of the door broke into my thoughts.
Tony came through the door, not only carrying coffee, but also carrying a sack of what looked like food.

I smiled and crossed to where he sat on the bed.

”Thanks… “

I said gratefully, realising that I needed the hot drink and curious as to what he had also brought with him.

Seeing me eyeing the bag, Tony explained:

“I brought a few things to snack on as well.
Hopefully, you’ll find something here more to you liking.”

I was taken aback by his generosity and delved into the proffered bag to investigate the contents.
Forgetting myself for a moment, I looked like a lil’ girl given a treat as I pulled out the various items, which included fruit and cookies, a pack of pastries and a bar of chocolate….

Smiling up at him, I temporarily forgot my situation and laughed as I spoke.

”I’ll need to do some exercise whilst I’m in here, or I’ll be so damn fat by the time I leave … “

Meeting his eyes, it suddenly hit me again that I had no idea when ... or even... if... I’d be set free.
I shuddered and refused to allow myself to thing about the worst possible outcome to all this.
I hurriedly took up the coffee and sipped it.
I felt the scaldingly hot liquid slipping down my throat.
The rich aroma and mellow, rich taste of expensive coffee were comforting.
I took my cup and drew a chair opposite Tony and watched as he lowered himself onto the bed once more.

“Now I think I’ll be sending Jimmy into town today, we’ve got a package to deliver to your father.
If you’ve got a list of items you need, I’ll see if we can fill it for you. It may be a day or two, but that’s the best I can do.”

I met his glance. I could guess what the “package” was and tried to forget the shots that Frankie had taken of me that morning.
I didn’t want to imagine what daddy would think if he saw any of the pictures that were taken with Ritchie pawing me and rubbing himself.

I shook myself mentally and tried to concentrate on the latter part of Tony’s statement.
I walked over and got the list I’d written out.

”I’ve written out the sizes and what kind of stuff I can wear… anything on that list would be fine… as long as I feel clean, there’s no reason for me not to wear the stuff in the closet over there.”

I handed over the paper and watched Tony run his eyes over it and blushed.
I had been hungry when I first saw the bag of goodies, but now I was reminded of what would be arriving at my house this morning, I didn’t feel like eating again.

I saw Tony eye the food he’d brought and letting his gaze move questioningly over me once more.
I followed his gaze and hoped he wouldn't think I was being deliberately insolent or ungrateful.
I just felt sick with fear.
I couldn't force anything past my lips at present.

I poured out more coffee and sipped it slowly.

 

[DaveDuff]

Anthony Spilatro

”Thanks…”

She’d said it most pleasantly, gratefully even. I watched her as she dug into the bag I’d set down, momentarily looking like a kid on Halloween. She smiled and actually let out a laugh as she looked at me.

”I’ll need to do some exercise whilst I’m in here, or I’ll be so damn fat by the time I leave … “

That remark amused me looking at her slim figure. I seriously doubted she’d ever seen the scales tip 120lbs.

“Well, I hardly believe that you’d need it, but I do have a small workout room.” I chuckled. “And if I’m not mistaken, you haven’t had a bite to eat yet.”

She sipped at her coffee as is I sat on the edge of the bed, then remembering the list, she retrieved it and handed it too me.

”I’ve written out the sizes and what kind of stuff I can wear… anything on that list would be fine… as long as I feel clean, there’s no reason for me not to wear the stuff in the closet over there.”

I scanned the list, feeling a light flush cross my face as I couldn’t help but think the items, and just how they’d look on her curvaceous body. I quickly tucked it in my shirt pocket and cleared my throat before speaking.

“I’m sure I can take care of that,” I said uneasily, “It may not be exactly what you’d pick out, but better than nothing I’m sure.”

I noticed that although she seemed delighted at first sight of the food I’d brought, it now sat on the table, again untouched.

“You really do need to eat something.” I said, reaching into the bag, opening a pack of cookies and taking a bite out of one. “I guess maybe you just haven’t got your appetite back yet.”

Knowing I had to get Rocco and Jimmy on their way, I stood, wiping a few crumbs from my pants.

“Well, I’ve got a few things to take care of. It looks like it’s gonna be a nice day,” I said looking out the window. “I may even take the boat out for a spin around the lake later. If you need anything, just knock at the door, and ask for me if you wish.”

I turned and moved to the door, rapping on it to signal Frankie.

“If there’s nothing else at the moment, I’ll be seeing ya later.”

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha Warrington

“Well, I hardly believe that you’d need it, but I do have a small workout room.”

I looked up curiously, wondering what kind of work out equipment he had and wondering briefly if I’d ever get to use any. I listened to his laugh as he continued.

“And if I’m not mistaken, you haven’t had a bite to eat yet.”

I smiled, reassured by the light-heartedness of the observation.
I watched Tony as I sipped my coffee, realising yet again what a mass of contradictions he was.
He had a nice laugh, I decided, warm and full of enjoyment; a direct contrast to the intense and fiery temper he had.

His accommodating manner continued as I handed him the list with the details of my undergarments.

“I’m sure I can take care of that. It may not be exactly what you’d pick out, but better than nothing I’m sure.”

I smiled and thought about teasing him about whether he bought lingerie for his girlfriend, wife, partner, but decided against it, not wanting to risk our fragile truce.
Again the thought raised questions and I wondered if Tony was married, or … attached …
What woman would get involved with him, considering what he did…?

“You really do need to eat something.”

His voice was sympathetic as he stated,

“I guess maybe you just haven’t got your appetite back yet.”

I shook my head, amazed that he realised just what was stopping me from enjoying the treats he’d brought for me.
I watched him eat a cookie and noticed his eyes following me as I sipped still more coffee.
Finally he stood and brushing up the crumbs broke what had been a short, but almost companionable silence.

“Well, I’ve got a few things to take care of. It looks like it’s gonna be a nice day.”

I followed his gaze as he looked out of the window and held back a sigh.
The weather wasn’t going to affect me whatever it did.

”I may even take the boat out for a spin around the lake later.”

Lake? Boat?
I mentally logged the information.

” If you need anything, just knock at the door, and ask for me if you wish.”

I watched as he moved towards the door once more.

”Sure.. Tony.. thanks.. “

I replied as he knocked once more on the solid door.

“If there’s nothing else at the moment, I’ll be seeing ya later.”

He turned to make his final remark.

”No… nothing else… “

I agreed softly and watched him finally leave.
The door slammed firmly shut.

I sat and finished my coffee… I took one of the cookies and nibbled slowly at it, forcing myself to eat something.

The coffee finally drained, I took up the bag of food and arranged it on the side on the top of the chest of drawers almost as a makeshift larder.

I grabbed a brush from the bathroom and sat before the dressing table and brushed out my hair before securing it once more in a high pony tail.

Finally after walking round the room at a loss for what to do next, I moved to the drawers and wardrobe and began to sort out the clothes there, deciding what was possible and what would not fit at all!

 

[DaveDuff]

Anthony Spilatro

”Sure.. Tony.. thanks.. “

”No… nothing else… “

I shut the door behind me as I left her to herself.

Stopping in the office I picked up the phone and made a call.

..Fredericks, downtown, Angela speaking, may I help you?…

Damn she had a sexy voice, I thought, I’d have to look her up again when I got back into town.

“Hi, Angela?…yeah, Tony here…whaddya mean Tony who, Spilatro, how many Tony;s do ya know,”I joked.

“Hey babe, I need a favor. I need you to pick some things out for me….yeah, from the store there. I’m outta town, with a…. a lady friend whose not prepared, if ya know what I mean. I want you to pick her out some nice things…”

“Yeah, right here…” I pulled the list from my pocket, and read it to her over the phone.” Can you take care of that for me sweetie?”

”Sure thing Tony, no problem. That covers the sizes and items, but what about colors, and styles?” She asked.

“Hell, Angela, you gonna make me think?” I laughed, “I dunno, gimme four or five each, some comfortable, everyday kinda stuff, and a few fancier ones, I’ll leave to you, but make ‘em nice, ya know, good quality stuff. She’s young and used to the finer things in life if that helps.”

“Yeah Tony, I think I know what you mean.” she giggled lightly, “You coming in for these later I hope, I haven’t seen you in a while you know?”

“No, sorry babe, one of the boys’ll be in later on this afternoon, Rocco, I don’t think you’ve met, but hey, I owe you a dinner when I get back into town, deal? What am I gonna owe you for the goodies there?”

”Ok Tony, you know I’m going to hold you to that, and I’m only guessing, but it should be around 350, maybe 400 dollars. You said you wanted the good stuff, right? A girl’s gotta make a living, you know” she laughed.

“No problem hun,” I chuckled “Anything I can do to help you out, you know that. Rocco will take care of it when he pick up the goods. Thanks much, babe, lookin’ forward to seein’ ya again. Take care of yourself… …Bye babe.”

I picked up the package from the desk, and made my way to the large living area, calling Jimmy and Frankie in. Sitting in a large, overstuffed black leather chair, I explained what I wanted of them.

“You two go back into town this morning, Frankie, I want you to keep an eye on the senator, keep your distance, I just wanna know what he’s up to. Slip this package somewhere he’s sure to find it, and let me know if it looks like the cops get involved. Just keep in touch, and I’ll let ya know if I got anything else I need from you.”

Frankie nodded his understanding and I turned to Rocco.

“Rocco, I need you to stop in at the Fredericks shop, downtown, on Front Avenue. Ask for Angela, she knows your coming in.” I slipped him five crisp 100 dollar bills.

“Don’t take no change now, ya hear me?” I laughed. Just take the package she gives ya, and bring it back to me.”

I put my feet up on the ottoman, flipped on the TV, and scanned through the channels on the satellite system.

“Now, you two get goin. Rocco, I expect you back this evening….”

They left, and I relaxed in the chair, letting myself unwind a bit, determined to enjoy myself as much as possible on this little ‘vacation’…..

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha Warrington

By the time I’d pulled out the clothes, sorted them and rearranged them the morning had drawn on.
The sun shone brightly through the window and I wondered if any of the panels actually opened… I really could use some air… I looked towards the door and walked across the room, but was reluctant to knock, to ask.

Sighing I walked about the place, browsing along the bookshelf, seeing the entertainment unit equipped with radio, CD player, a few cassettes… I thumbed through them, but nothing really appealed at that moment…
Restless I sat on the bed and looked over at the TV.
I assumed that Tony would have left that unplugged.
He could not possibly want me to have contact with the outside world .. still.. just to check I pushed the button and clicked the remote.
I started as the picture flicked on and turned up the sound.

Flicking randomly, I began to channel hop, trying to find news, wondering if there was any statement about my kidnapping.
After a short while, I found a news channel, but all that was said was a brief mention about daddy’s visit to the planning department down town.
I remembered that he had scheduled that weeks ago.
He had been anxious to get Ned to back him about the proposed developments.
Some of daddy’s ideas could prove.. unpopular.. if presented in the wrong way…
I looked at the clock by the bed and realised that the meeting was not due to take place for a couple of hours yet.
I wondered if it would be covered on the early evening news.
I wondered if Tony realised that I could get information from the outside world in this way, then calculated that he was so confident in his plan, that he really didn’t care.
After all, no matter what I knew, what could I do about it?

I sighed and pulled an apple out of my make shift larder.
I bit into it thoughtfully.
How would Ned have reacted?
Would he think I’d just stood him up?
Would Steph have alerted her father quickly, or just assume that I’d been waylaid?
Would the news report give me any of these answers?

Throwing the core into the nearby bin, I laid out on the bed.
I flicked the channels and let some stupid talk show drone on in the background.

The sun was hot, the room felt stuffy.

I closed my eyes… soon… I dosed off….

 

[DaveDuff]

Anthony Spilatro

After watching Europe thoroughly trounce the United States in this years Ryder Cup matches, I made a small lunch and took a walk down to the boathouse. The 25ft. Bayliner had been cleaned, gassed up and tied to the dock before my arrival.

I grabbed a few beers from the fridge and hopped in, deciding to just take a slow cruise around the lake, and enjoy the sunny afternoon. Occasionally I had seen others out her, but not today, it seemed the area was deserted.

After reaching the far end of the lake, and exploring some of the isolated coves, I set my sights for the house, and gassed it, skimming across the top of the glass-smooth water effortlessly.

I could smell the bar-b-que before I even reached the dock. Jimmy was quite a cook and usually took on that chore when we stayed up here. He was preparing a full menu for tonight, a few steaks, chicken and ribs.

I showered, changed and took to the back deck, talking, and laughing with the boys, and playing a few games of cribbage with Bobby.

Rocco arrived back, just about the time Jimmy had announced that dinner was ready, and we all sat out on the deck to eat, drinking, and telling bad jokes.

Bobby and Jimmy took the boat out to try their luck at a little evening fishing, while Ritchie, and Rocco, were left to clean up the kitchen and deck.

I put together a plate, and brought ti the end of the hallway, setting it on the table, remembering that Rocco had brought back a sack of lingerie. I backtracked to the Living room and saw a large Frederick's bag on the floor next to the sofa, grabbed it and returned to Samanthas door. I knoked firmly as I opened the door a crack, having not seen her through the peephole.

"Samantha?" I asked. "You decent?"

"Tony?," I could just hear over the running water in the bathroom. "I'l be right out."

I entered the room, set the food on the table, the bag on the bed, and walked over, looking out the window into the woods and the setting sun...

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha Warrington

It was late afternoon by the time I awoke.
I moved and groaned slightly.
I felt achey, having fallen asleep in a curled up position and felt hot and sticky.
The room was unbearably stuffy.
I sat up and stretched.
Sheesh I felt uncomfortable.

I sighed heavily as I looked about the room… no water.. no air… I had to cool down.
Moving to the bathroom I turned on the cold tap and splashed water over my face.
It was no good. I needed a cool shower to try to revive myself.
Walking back to the room I pulled out a pair of shorts, or boxer shorts… something light that would be “decent” and then drew out a light shirt, the material a sheer cheesecloth material.

Again returning to the bathroom, I peeled off the too heavy clothing and folded it into a pile in the corner.
I stepped under the shower and let the cool water cascade over me, easing my limbs and cooling me.
I wondered fleetingly if I were destined to spend my time here alternatively on the bed and in the bathroom.
I wasn’t used to being inactive… this was going to drive me crazy!

I stayed in there for ages, as long as I could.
By the time I got out the bathroom as least was cooler.
I dried myself, partially, letting the warm air evaporate the rest of the water particles on my skin.
I pulled the shorts over my naked body and slipped into the light sleeveless blouse.
I fastened up the buttons at the clevage, but knotted the material to form a make-shift bikini top.
I was sure that with the material scrunched up, my breasts would not show through the usually transparent material. I didn’t realise just how revealingly the material clung to my damp body. It would soon dry anyhow… I thought as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Definitely not glamorous, but I was desperate to be comfortable, cool.

Perched at the side of the bath, I drew a brush through my hair.
Over and over, until the scalp tingled.
Finally I parted the hair and fastened it high on either side in two pony tails.. bunches… we used to call them when I was little… my hair was so thick, it felt lighter fixed like that.
There was no one here to see me afterall… all I had to do was be comfortable.
I was clean, fresh, groomed… what else could I do whilst I was trapped here.

"Samantha? You decent?"

The sound of the voice broke my reverie, I jumped and shouted out.

"Tony?

I switched off the shower head I’d kept running in an attempt to keep the room cooler.

"I'll be right out..."

I called.
I looked at my reflection in the mirror.

”Damn… “

But I couldn’t change now and at least he must realise how stuffy this place was.
I slipped shyly out of the bathroom and smiled hesitantly, feeling self-conscious as he turned from the window, his eyes widening in surprise.

”I know I’m … being kept here Tony.. but… is there any way to get any air in here.. I’ve almost reached melt-down today… “

I joked to cover my embarrassment.

”If I wear any less, I’ll have to walk round nude.”

As soon as I’d said it, I wished that I could bite back the words.
My cheeks flamed as his gaze moved once again, but more lingeringly over my … attire.

 

[DaveDuff]

I turned towards the bathroom as I heard the door open. My eyes took one look at her and opened widely. She was wearing a pair of boxer shorts and the a shirt, tied up at the bottom, exposing her midriff. The top was made of some of the thinnest material I could imagine, and clung to her wet body like a second skin. It was nearly transparent, and did little if nothing to hide every curve and contour of her voluptuous breasts.

”I know I’m … being kept here Tony.. but… is there any way to get any air in here.. I’ve almost reached melt-down today… “

Her voice snapped me out of my imaginitive daze, and I had to think for a second, before her question registered.

"Umm... sure...I ahhh ..think we can open these windows a bit, It does feel suddenly... very warm, and sticky in here." I said, unable able to peel my eyes from her inticing form.

”If I wear any less, I’ll have to walk round nude.” She said, in a joking tone.

"Ahh.. yes...I ummm...see that..." I managed to stammer, my eyes taking her in from top to bottom. "Let me check these, and see if I can't get some veltilation.

I fumbled through my pocket for my keys, and found that the affect she'd had on me was more than just visual. I adjusted myself accordingly and pulled out my keys. Finding the small one to the windows, I unlocked them and slid them open, letting the much cooler early evening breeze sweep through the room.

"I'll leave these unlocked, you can open and close them as you want." I stated as I brushed past her, breathing in the scent of freshly cleansed body and stepped into the bathroom. "I'll get this sliding door in here as well." I unlocked the door, and slid it wide open. I could feel the warm air immediatly rush past, out into the open coolness of the forest beyond the edge of the lawn.

I made my way back into the room, stepping over toward the bed, picked up the sack and moved over next to her, struggling to keep my eyes from her perky body...

"I've brought you some dinner, we had a delicious bar-b-que. And the things I ordered for you have just arrived..."

I handed her the sack of lingirie, and watched as she opened it and peeked inside.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha Warrington

"Umm... sure...I ahhh ..think we can open these windows a bit,
It does feel suddenly... very warm, and sticky in here."

I was relieved that he was prepared to open the windows.
That room had become so claustrophobic … and stood so closely to Tony in my semi-clad state made me feel still… hotter… a fact not helped by the joke, which allowed him to look still more closely at my appearance.

"Ahh.. yes...I ummm...see that..."

Tony's eyes met mine as he spoke, but he dragged them away quickly, moving to work on the windows.

"Let me check these, and see if I can't get some veltilation. “

His movements were less assured.
I watched as he struggled to pull the keys that eventually emerged out of his pocket.
Putting distance deliberately between us I moved across the room and sat on the bed.
I looked at the bag and opened it to see that he had brought food with him.

Finally one of the windows slid open.
Closing the bag, I walked up to Tony once more, standing in the breeze that was rapidly entering the room.

”Mmmm.. bliss…. Feels great.. “

I murmured standing in the draught that entered the room, unaware of the sheer material fluttering over my body.

Again his voice spoke smoothly.

"I'll leave these unlocked, you can open and close them as you want."

I nodded and opened my eyes as he brushed past me and moved into the bathroom, without seeming to look in my direction.

"I'll get this sliding door in here as well."

I heard him working the keys once more.
I could smell the freshness of the countryside beyond my “prison”and stood savouring the temporary feel of the outdoors.

I was still stood by the open window when Tony came back into the room. I watched as he moved to the bed.
He picked up the sack I had been looking at earlier and turned towards me explaining;

"I've brought you some dinner, we had a delicious bar-b-que.
And the things I ordered for you have just arrived..."

I stepped forward as he held a different sack of items out to me…

”Things you ordered for me..? “

I queried and then blushed slightly as I realised.

”Oh.. you mean the… what already?”

I exclaimed, wondering how he had managed to get some stuff sent out here so quickly.
Unable to resist, I opened the bag and looked inside.
I wasn’t sure what I expected to see, but the fine fabric, lace trims and pretty colours took me completely by surprise.
Without thinking, I drew one set of bra and panties out of the bag and examined it more closely, temporarily forgetting Tony was there.

”I hope you find them … suitable … Samantha… ?“

I jumped at his words and blushed self-consciously, dropping the garments quickly back out of sight.

”Yes.. they seem… they’re lovely… I ..I’ll try them on later to check… “

Finally my curiosity overcame my embarrassment.

”I can’t think how you got these here so fast ... and you picked out such … pretty things… ?”

I made certain I did not say sexy things…
How familiar was he with undergarments?.. choosing them.. removing them… ?
I blushed at the direction my thoughts were taking, but continued, half teasing, half curious.

”You must know more about women’s lingerie than I thought …”

Again my eyes met his and held and I dropped my teasing tone, aware of how much trouble he had gone to on my behalf.

"Thank you Tony... you've been .. very kind... they're really .. lovely.. "

The silence in the room was momentary, but I hastened to break it, taking the opportunity to hide my lightly pinked cheeks by opening up the other bag of food and deliberately changing the subject of conversation.

”This looks good, I’m ravenous.. but.. could we have something to drink… something cold.. I’m parched... “

I move to pull out the food he’d brought and take a bite of chicken.
Grining, I look up.

”Hey, this is tasty… did you say you ate already..? “

 

[DaveDuff]

Anthony Spilatro

She looked quizzically at me as I handed her the bag.

”Things you ordered for me..?
Oh.. you mean the… what already?”

Her face turned flushed slightly as she opened the sack, and looked in at the contents. She pulled out a colorful set, looking closely at them.

“I hope you find them … suitable … Samantha… ?”

She flinched at my words, as if embarrased to be looking at them in my presence, dropping them quickly back into the sack.

”Yes.. they seem… they’re lovely… I ..I’ll try them on later to check…”
”I can’t think how you got these here so fast ... and you picked out such … pretty things… ?”

The color in her cheeks darkened a bit as she continued, in a slightly teasing tone.

”You must know more about women’s lingerie than I thought …”

She looked me in the eye, and thanked me, in a more serious manner.

"Thank you Tony... you've been .. very kind... they're really .. lovely.. "

“Well”, I answered, “It’s the least I could do. And I’ll have to admit, I had some.. uhh.. help picking them out.” I laughed.

She moved her attention to the food after a short silence, commenting on how hungry she was, and asking if I could get something to drink.

“Sure, what was I thinking?” I said as I moved toward the door. “We’ve got a big pitcher of lemonade in the kitchen, I’ll have it brought back.”

I knocked at the door, and turned as I hear her.

”Hey, this is tasty… did you say you ate already..?"

She was grinning as she held a piece of the chicken, She must’ve been starving, I don’t think she’d eaten a bite of anything since she’d been here.

“Oh, I ate plenty,” I said. “But you go right ahead, you must be famished.”

Rocco appeared at the door, and I instructed him to get the drinks, along with a couple glasses full of ice.

I moved back towards her, and looked around the room.

“Well it sure is more pleasant, now that we’re…ahh… getting along better. I’m sure you must be feeling cramped in here. Perhaps later, or tomorrow, you’d like to go for a walk, outside. There’s not much to see, but the woods, and the lake, but I would imagine either would be a welcome change of scenery.

I didn’t think I had to worry about her trying to run off, as long as I was with her, and at least she’d get a chance to see just how isolated we were. She was really an unfortunate victim of circumstance, and I felt sorry for her in that. I figured as long as she remained pleasant, and didn’t try to escape, there was no need to keep her locked up like a prisoner.

Rocco returned with the drinks, I took them and poured us both a glass and set the pitcher on the table, and took a seat opposite her.

“Here you go, nice and cold, I hope you like lemonade.” I said, handing her a tall cool glass.

I was finding it more and more difficult to keep from watching her. Her pleasant demeanor was making her all the more attractive to me. I hadn’t been able to shake the picture out of my head of her trying on the sexy garments in the sack, ever since she pulled them out and looked at them.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha Warrington

“Well”, it’s the least I could do. And I’ll have to admit, I had some.. uhh.. help picking them out.”

I watched as he laughed. Who would have helped him? Not Ritchie.. or Frank..?
No.. I decided it had to be someone who knew what they were doing.. his.. wife.. girlfriend… I concluded as I watched him move to the door and ask for the pitcher of lemonade he’d offered.

Declining to join me with a friendly;

“Oh, I ate plenty, but you go right ahead, you must be famished.”

I continued to tuck into the range of food, enjoying everything he brought, realising that I was actually ravenous.

”Does your.. ladyfriend … do the cooking round here.. ?“

I questioned, curiosity making me none too subtle.
Hastening to cover up my query, I continued.

”I guess barbeques are a man-thing ..?”

I blushed and continued to eat, my head down waiting for his comment, yet not quite able to look him in the eye, sure he must realise that I was fishing for information about his… marital or otherwise .. status.

Maintaining his casual tone, though I was sure I detected a hint of amusement in his next comment, Tony observed;

“Well it sure is more pleasant, now that we’re…ahh… getting along better.”

I finally raised my eyes and nodded.

”I’m sure you must be feeling cramped in here.
Perhaps later, or tomorrow, you’d like to go for a walk, outside.
There’s not much to see, but the woods, and the lake, but I would imagine either would be a welcome change of scenery.”

My eyes widened. I couldn’t believe the offer!
Quickly my common sense kicked in.
I knew Tony wasn’t stupid and realised that we must be pretty isolated for him to risk giving me an “outing”, but still.. it would give me the chance to look around at least.

”I’d love to go outside. I can’t remember when I was last forced to stay in one place for so long.. “

I spoke softly, wanting him to know that I’d welcome the fresh air, but not wanting to prove too eager, in case he suspected I had some ulterior motive.

A knock at the door distracted him so I continued to eat as Tony moved to the door, to return immediately with a pitcher and two glasses full of ice.
I looked up whilst he poured the two glasses out carefully and handed one to me, before sitting down opposite.

“Here you go, nice and cold, I hope you like lemonade.”

I drank thirstily draining almost half of the glass.

”Lovely … I needed that… “

I giggled up at him and put the glass down, taking up another piece of food, finding that I’d almost eaten my way through the bag.

”Guess I was really hungry… the out-of-doors version must have been even more fun… “

Finishing the piece of chicken I licked my fingers slowly and closed the bag.
Wiping my hands finally on a napkin, I raised my eyes to Tony’s, catching him watching me once more.

”Let me top you up.. “

He offered as I obligingly held out my icy glass.
Tony’s hand brushed mine as he tipped the pitcher.
I held on tightly, strangely aware of his touch and trying to take extra care in case the rapidly filling object slipped from my grasp.

Too late we discovered that the lemonade was filling more quickly than we had realised.
The cold liquid overflowed and splashed onto my leg.

I jumped, causing more of the icy drink to slosh over and puddle on my bare thigh.
With an exclamation, I moved the glass laying it rapidly down on the table as Tony hastened to apologise.
Instinctively he reached to rub the pool of lemonade from my skin, without pausing to pick up a napkin.

Despite the chill of the initial contact, his hand seemed to brand my skin, though the touch was light.

 

[DaveDuff]

Anthony Spilatro

”Does your.. ladyfriend … do the cooking round here.. ?“
”I guess barbeques are a man-thing ..?”

“Uhh, ladyfriend?,” I asked…thinking. I assumed she must have been referring to Angela, remembering that I had told her I’d had some help picking out her garments. “No, Jimmy does most of the cooking out here, You must be asking about Angela, my friend who helped with your things,” I said, motioning to the Frederick’s sack on the bed.
“She runs the lingerie store back in the city. We go way back, ex-ladyfriend, I suppose you could say, but we still talk now and then, I called her and asked a favor in picking out a few things for you.”

Her head down, she continued eating as I talked. She really seemed to enjoy the food, and seemed to jump at the idea of my mentioning going outside.

”I’d love to go outside. I can’t remember when I was last forced to stay in one place for so long.. “ She said as she drank down nearly half of her drink.
”Lovely … I needed that… “

Finishing nearly all the food I’d brought in, she cleaned her hands and looked up

“Let me top you up.. “, I offered, lifting the pitcher as she held out her glass.

I reached out to steady her glass, brushing her hand in the process. I looked up to see her reaction, while pouring, and before I knew it, the lemonade was spilling out the top of her glass, running across the table, and dumping onto her leg. She jumped back, spilling even more as she set the glass down.

“Oh god, I’m sorry, Samantha, I blurted out, quickly putting the pitcher down. “I should have been paying more attention to what I was doing”

Without thinking, I hurriedly reached over and brushed the cold sticky liquid from her thigh, feeling the smooth warmth of her bare skin beneath it. I kept wiping as I reached for the pile of napkins on the table with the other hand, before realizing what I was doing, and what she must think of my touching her.

“Umm… here,” I said, embarrassed at my enjoying the feel of her thigh. “You should probably be doing this. I handed her some napkins. “I apologize for touching you like that, it was an instant reaction. Let me get a towel”

I went to the bathroom, wetted a washcloth and brought it, along with a hand towel back to the table. She finished wiping herself off as I took some napkins and daubed up what lemonade was left on the table.

“I’m… uhh… not normally this clumsy. I feel like a fool for causing such a mess. I have to admit, I’m feeling a bit, umm…embarrassed at myself right now. I’ve been finding it…difficult to keep my eyes off you, if you haven’t noticed. And in doing so, I’ve managed to soak you with lemonade. I hope you can forgive me, I promise to try to be more careful in the future.”

“Here,” I said with a grin, moving her glass closer to her. “Maybe you should dump a glass on me and we can call it even.”

I laughed at the thought, and watched for her reaction, hoping that she didn’t think too badly of me for my actions.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha Warrington

I made no comment as I heard him talking about his.. “friend” Anglela.

“She runs the lingerie store back in the city.
We go way back, ex-ladyfriend, I suppose you could say, but we still talk now and then, I called her and asked a favor in picking out a few things for you.”

I wanted to ask if “Angela” was in the habit of picking out women’s lingerie for Tony, but thought better of it.
I kept my eyes away from his and though we sat companionably enough, I still felt strangely self-conscious, which was really weird …
I ate thoughtfully, wondering why I was so … aware … of him sat silently opposite me.

All seemed calm. I was happier now “relations” were at least friendly between us.
Perhaps it was the sudden change in him that intrigued me so much…
And then… he spilt the lemonade…

Although I jumped as the cold liquid sloshed onto my skin, it was the first touch of his hand as he tried to steady my glass and then the feel of his skin on mine as he tried to dry my thigh that unnerved me.

“Oh god, I’m sorry, Samantha, I should have been paying more attention to what I was doing”

Even as I assured him that it was OK his hand was moving over my thigh wiping it clean with his hand then with napkins.
I sat immobile as he hastened to help me and mop up the spilt liquid.
Cold though the liquid was, I felt overheated; I was sure my cheeks were burning.
As Tony met my eyes, he continued to apologise.

“Umm… here … You should probably be doing this.
I apologize for touching you like that, it was an instant reaction.
Let me get a towel”

He seemed as embarrassed as I.
I tried to reassure him, speaking softly, even as he turned away from me to hurry into the bathroom.

”I.. didn’t mind you .. touching me… “

Why did I say that? I wondered.
Perhaps it was just as well he didn’t hear.
I busied myself, patting my thigh dry.
It was slightly sticky, but not damage was done.
I moved to the table and made sure all the spillage was mopped up.

Looking up I smiled at Tony as he made his way back towards me, kneeling down to hand me the towel. I hardly needed it, but wiped my leg and hands on it anyway.

“I’m… uhh… not normally this clumsy. I feel like a fool for causing such a mess.”

I grinned. It felt strange to have him so apologetic.

”No.. it’s.. ok.. really.. “

I hastened to reassure him, not sure why he was apologising so profusely.
Tony stopped and hesitated before adding by way of explanation.

”I have to admit, I’m feeling a bit, umm…embarrassed at myself right now.
I’ve been finding it…difficult to keep my eyes off you, if you haven’t noticed.
And in doing so, I’ve managed to soak you with lemonade.
I hope you can forgive me, I promise to try to be more careful in the future.”

I stared at him. His face was level with mine, his eyes met mine, although he looked sheepish.
He’d been finding it difficult to keep his eyes off me.. ?
I couldn’t think why.
I was sure I looked a mess in this weird combination of clothes.
I ran a hand self-consciously over my hair and remembered it was tied up in ponytails.

”I know.. I look a mess.. but.. it was the best I could do.. and.. it was so hot in here.. I… “

My gabbled response faded as I looked up at him and blushed hotly.
The look in his eyes somehow didn’t seem to indicate he thought I looked a mess, but…

Instead I responded to the final part of his statement.

”There’s nothing to forgive, Tony … you’ve been.. very good to me… despite… well.. the situation…. “

I hesitated, trying to remind myself that he was a gang leader, that he had kidnapped me, threatened me and was blackmailing my father... somehow... despite that... I couldn't quite view Tony in the same light as I had before...

I glanced away, uncertain as to what I thought, what I felt...

It was a novelty to feel unnerved like this...
Men had been vying for my attetion since High School.. but.. there was ... something... about Tony...
He was powerful, in control... but.. in my position that was a bad thing... so... what was it... ?

His voice speaking my name caused me to glance back upwards and meet his eyes shyly...

 

[DaveDuff]

”I know.. I look a mess.. but.. it was the best I could do.. and.. it was so hot in here.. I… “

A mess? I'd been stumbling over her looks all evening, and she thinks she looks a mess? I loved the easygoing, carefree look she had managed with what she had found. Her thin top had dried long ago, but my eyes were still drawn to the curves it was trying to hide.

”There’s nothing to forgive, Tony … you’ve been.. very good to me… despite… well.. the situation…. “

I was perplexed by her ... forgiveness?... gratitude?... It was a very... odd situation... to say the least. How could she feel anything but hatred toward me? I certainly wasn't going to push that issue. Had she blocked from her mind all that I had done? I knew I was becoming more and more attracted to her, and somehow, I felt, in some small way at least, that she was feeling an attraction to me. I couldn't understand it, but it made me feel even more drawn to her.

"Samantha," I spoke softly, "You're anything but a mess, believe me. If you'll excuse my sounding forward, you look absolutely stunning. I don't believe it would be possible for you to look a mess."

I felt I was taking a chance saying what I truly felt. Here I was, a man, more probably a thug in her eyes, twice her age, sounding like I was coming on to her.

I lowered my eyes as I felt myself flush with embarassment. I was sure my uneasiness was obvious, but I regained my composure and looked back up into her eyes.

"I know this may sound strange to you, given our... situation... and all, but I am very honestly enjoying your company. I hope that doesn't bother you. If it does, let me know, and I'll spend my time elswhere."

I was feeling quite anxious now. I felt torn, part of me glad I had got at least some of my feelings off my chest, but at the same time... fearful?... that in doing so, I may be opening myself up for the rejection I deserved.

I realized my mouth was getting parched and reached for my drink. I felt like I was back in high school again, wanting to ask the most beautiful girl in the class to the prom, but unable to get up the nerve. I was sure that I must be reading what I wanted to see in her, rather than her true feelings. She most likely was just being nice, finding it more helpful to her situation, than acting, or saying what she honestly felt.

My self concious was getting the better of me. I moved to the window, looking out into the slowly fading light. I was both anxious and afraid to hear her response, if any to the things I had said.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Samantha Warrington

"Samantha … You're anything but a mess, believe me.
If you'll excuse my sounding forward, you look absolutely stunning.
I don't believe it would be possible for you to look a mess."

I blushed hotly and watched him as he seemed to do the same and look away hastily.
My mind whirred trying to take in what he’d said… stunning… ? … like this… ?
I eyed him carefully… totally taken aback by his soft earnest voice.

Suddenly his eyes were on mine, his intent gaze holding mine making it impossible for me to drag my eyes away from his.

"I know this may sound strange to you, given our... situation... and all, but I am very honestly enjoying your company.
I hope that doesn't bother you. If it does, let me know, and I'll spend my time elsewhere."

Again I felt confused.
Apart from the fact I was totally in his control, kidnapped… I kept reminding myself… Tony seemed to have a strange effect on me…
Perhaps it was the very fact that he was such a contradiction, a combination;
I was repelled by what he’d done, justifiably frightened by the power he had over me,
by the obvious temper he kept in check, but that was always there, bubbling beneath the surface,
yet .. I admitted to myself ... I could not help but be intrigued,
intrigued and...attracted ... to him…
I blushed unable to make sense of my bizarre reaction.

I smiled hesitantly aware that he although he had moved away before, he was stood watching me silently.
Meeting his eyes once more, I spoke in equally soft tones.

”I don’t like being locked up alone… though.. I’d rather be alone than with .. Ritchie or Frank… but… I don’t mind spending time with you… “

I tried to keep my voice light, and looked away quickly hoping he didn’t notice the blush.

Unable to bare the tension which seemed to have built up between us, I suddenly saw the humour of the situation.
here we were.. captor and captive...
Both of us shuffling round, acting embarrassed …
How ironic considering how unimpressed he'd been with my attitude not that long ago ...

I let out a chuckle, surprising Tony and smiled teasingly at him.

”I’m surprised you enjoy my company though, Tony… “

I spoke lightly, a saucy grin on my face.

”As I remember it, just yesterday you thought I was a “smart-assed little bitch” who played games and pissed you off… “

I smiled demurely then and pouted provocatively.

” Sorry Tony… you did tell me to keep my bratty lil mouth shut… ooops… “

I giggled then realised that I was actually flirting with the guy.

My smile turned to one, which was much more self-conscious as I watched curiously for his reaction…