"Speed Demon" (A chapter from "Helping Out")

[Alice2015]

Speed Demon:
Viola and Connor

(A chapter from "Helping Out")

(Link back to where this 1x1 began)​

Explanation: This is a conversation/interaction primarily between two characters from the roleplay, "Helping Out". We are writing this here because it is easier to both write and read outside of the main IC thread. This first post is a word-for-word excerpt from the end of the post that leads to this 1x1.)

Viola Dean hadn't wanted to draw too much undue attention to herself through her choice of vehicle yet also wanted to ride in style, so instead of something brand new and exotic, she settled for a 2018 Jaguar XJ sedan. Settled for, she thought to herself as she slipped in behind the wheel. It wasn't the Maserati that her father had bought her for her 19th birthday or even the Ferrari she'd bought herself for her 21st, but it certainly wasn't a Ford Pinto or Geo Tracker, both of which she'd seen Tolanders driving since her arrival in their town.

She checked the time, realized that she had barely enough time to take care of a badly needed task, and hurried away from the Hotel. She headed south on Main, passed over the Cental-Western train tracks, and hung a right onto Highway 90. (Map) Viola wasn't paying enough attention as she pushed the accelerator toward the floor, sending the car quickly up towards 50-mph while still in a 35-mph zone.

And suddenly, there was the Sheriff's Department Interceptor. Viola lifted her foot from the gas pedal, checking her rear-view mirror ... and ... Fuck, here he comes. By he Viola meant Toland's resident Deputy, Connor Evans.

 

[TiredFingers]

(OOC thread for this thread and for the parent thread, "Helping Out". Also, this link is to the Toland City map, in case you want a better idea of what's happening below.)

Connor Evans had never liked the concept of speed traps, so when he was sitting near the side of the road watching traffic go by, he always made his Interceptor obvious to approaching cars. And yet a beautiful, charcoal-black Jaguar shot up from the speed limit of 35 to 50 mph practically right in front of him.

As soon as he flipped on the Interceptor's red-and-blues, the car's speed began decreasing. Connor didn't hurry after the vehicle. He took a moment to slip his The Convenience Store travel mug back into its holder and stuff the last of his maple bar into his mouth. (Yeah, yeah, even out here in the boondocks, cops still liked their pastries.)

Less than a minute later, he was stepping out of his shop (as they called the Interceptors in so many fictional television shows) and walking up to the Jag'. There, Connor found the beautiful face and luscious chest of one of Toland's newest residents just beyond the lowering window.

"Miss Viola Dean," he said with humor in his voice. "I see that you found yourself a new ride since you arrived in our fair city. Do I have to ask, 'Do you know why I stopped you today, Miss?'."

 

[Alice2015]

(OOC thread and map of Toland)

Viola smiled from behind the tinted windows as she saw the familiar face -- and bod' -- of Deputy Sheriff Connor Evans coming her way. She'd met him her first day in Toland, even going out with him and The Modern's handyman, Mark Zane, for a beer at The Black Hole. She hadn't seen him since, except for at another of Maxine Toland's dinners, and she certainly hadn't wanted their next meeting to be like this, with her pulled over on the side of the road for speeding in her recently purchased Jag'.

"Miss Viola Dean," he knowingly, the humor obvious in his voice. From behind his CHiPs-style sunglasses, he said, "I see that you found yourself a new ride since you arrived in our fair city."

"Whaddaya think of it, Deputy Evans?" she asked, playfully asking, "Or am I allowed to call you Connor since we've shared dinner and drinks together?"

He just smiled, not responding to the question and instead asking one of his own, "Do I have to ask, 'Do you know why I stopped you today, Miss?'."
"Because you missed my radiant personality...?" she teased. Laughing softly and feigning a serious expression and tone, she answered, "I'm assuming that I let my lead foot get the worst of me." She glanced at her watch, then said, "I could do like a lot of women probably do and flirt with you, Deputy--"

She grimaced conspicuously, a realistic expression for her situation, then continued, "--or I could tell you a tale about how I'm late to pick up my child from daycare or my mother from the hospital, but ... you and I both know that I don't have a child or mother in or even anywhere near Toland, so...

"I'll be honest with you," Viola said. "If I'm not at the Capital City Savings and Trust in--" She looked at her watch again. "--55 minutes, they'll be closed ... and I need to pick up some money there ... or I won't have the money needed for the party we're throwing at The Black Hole Saturday night for Maxine."

Everything that she'd just said -- need for money, a night at the tavern, party for The Modern's owner -- was, more or less, true; Connor had been invited to the party, so he knew that that part was completely accurate. In truth, though, Viola was picking up another $250,000 cash for next week's Toland projects, as well as two cashier's checks -- one for the $700,000 grant for the Volunteer Fire Department, the other the $300,000 grant for Toland City Parks and Rec' -- that she'd promised to Marti Griggs.

"I don't expect you to let me off the hook, Connor ... Deputy Evans," Viola said with a sincere tone. "But ... if you'd let me go so that I can make the bank in time, I'll promise you three things: first, I'll be back in town by 7pm, and I'll meet you wherever you want so that you can give me a speeding ticket that I won't fight; second, I'll stick to the speed limit all the way to Capital City and back--"

Yet again, Viola checked her watch; she had time to actually obey her promise, and being a local, Connor knew that as well. She continued, "--and third, I'll save the first dance at The Black Hole for you. You know, Vance got the new jukebox in and set up yesterday." She held up her phone, smiled, and said, "I can use my broadband to make it play a song from here. How about--"

Viola broke into music as best she could, "I broke the law, and the ... law won." She giggled, then promised, "I won't play I shot the Sheriff, I swear."

 

[TiredFingers]

(OOC thread and map of Toland)

Connor smiled at Viola's claim that he'd stopped her because, in her words, he missed her radiant personality. She most definitely had a personality worth pulling over. And those nipples! He'd pull her over day after day for a look at those. It didn't seem to matter what sort of top she wore. Those nipples and/or her firm, natural cleavage were, thankfully, always on display.

She spoke of the party and her need for cash to pay for it, then promised that she'd save the first dance for him. When she started singing, Connor couldn't help but laugh. He tapped his chest-mounted body camera and said, "Be careful. I might upload that to YouTube."

He took a step back and looked the Jaguar over from front end to back. He looked to Viola again. "Okay, here's the deal, Miss Dean. I'm not going to ticket you."

He smiled, adding, "Because your singing impressed me so, and you didn't sing I shot the Sheriff, although, honestly, I would have loved to hear that."

Connor stepped closer, put his hand on the car's side, and leaned in closer. He did this for two reasons: first, to impress upon her his seriousness as he went on; and second, to get another look at her incredible bosom and those tantalizing nipples. He continued, "But I'm going to call ahead and have a unit posted along Highway 90, waiting for you. And if they catch you speeding, you'll get a ticket there and get the one I'm letting you out here, too. Understand? In Toland County, that's immediate suspension of one's license until you can get to court and plead your case. That usually takes about three months."

He shrugged, as if he were sorry that that punishment could befall her. Connor listened to her response, then reached up to turn off his bodycam, Connor smiled and said, "And I'll be there for that first dance."

Turning the camera back on after she commented (if she did), Connor said, "And, by the way, since you seem to have a need for speed, the Toland County Sheriff's Department sponsors Second Saturday. It's an amateur drag night, out at TMA. Toland Municipal Airport. It's close to air traffic these days, but Second Saturday does its best to keep part of the runway maintained for a quarter mile drag race.

"The Department runs the race for a very good reason," Connor explained. "To compete, you cannot have gotten a moving violation in the past 6 months. That seems to keep some of the other speed demons from getting in trouble. You should come. And you should bring Black Beauty here with you. Put it up against some of the locals. We have a guy with an electric car that hasn't been beaten in more than two years. Electric! Can you believe that?"

If Viola had nothing more that he needed to respond to, he'd send her on her way. He knew she was in a hurry. And he would do as he'd threaten and call ahead to another unit.

 

[Alice2015]

(OOC thread and map of Toland)

Viola was tickled to find out she wasn't going to get a speeding ticket. She was certain that her driver's license, registration, and insurance information would hold up to the scrutiny of the Toland County Sheriff's Department or its associated Justice Department. Edward Winger -- her trusted, loyal, well-trained, and well-paid hacker cohort -- had made sure that the papers were legit, even if she herself wasn't. Still, she had no desire to push the point.

Connor told her about the Second Saturday drags, leading Viola to smile. "I've always wanted to do that," she said, not telling him that she had a history with fast moving vehicles: cars, boats, motorcycles, even airplanes. Her recreational activities and all of the social media posts and photos that had resulted from them had been a bitch for Edward to delete, particularly those that hadn't belonged to Viola herself.

She'd never heard of an electric-powered drag racer, though. "That'll be exciting to see."

Connor backed up and sent Viola on her way. She revved the engine playfully, but then pulled away with respect. She hurried up to the a handful of miles per hour beyond the speed limit, remembered Connor's warning, then slacked off. She maintained the speed limit all the way to Capital City Savings and Trust, where she was immediately gestured by the Services Manager to the chair at the end of his big, oak desk.

"Good to see you, Miss Reynolds," he greeted her, using yet another alias being used by Viola Richardson, aka Viola Dean. He opened his top desk drawer, withdrew an envelope, and set it before Viola. He pulled out the contents, saying, "Your cashier's checks as requested ... $700,000 and $300,000, made out to the City of Toland."

"They can't learn who this money came from, correct?" Viola asked. "I don't want leeches coming out of the swamps--"

"No, no, not at all," he guaranteed her. "The money is untraceable. Per banking rules, of course, I had to verify that the funds backing the checks were legitimate, of course." He chuckled, adding, "Wouldn't want to be laundering drug or mob money, would I?"

Viola joined the laugh and reached out a hand to intimately pat his extended hand; like many women who sometimes needed it, she'd learned how to distract a man from questions he might have with a simple touch or a flirty smile. "No drug money, no mob money. Just a totally legal trust fund that I want to spend for the good of mankind."

The Banker opened his desk's bottom desk and pulled out a faux-leather banking deposit bag. He unzipped it, revealing 25 bundles of $100 bills. "$250,000 as requested, Miss Reynolds." Tentatively, he told her, "This, um ... this was a little more difficult to arrange, of course."

He paused, giving her a moment to understand his meaning. Viola smiled to him, politely reached for and took the still unzipped bag, and set it in her lap. She reached inside, broke one of the currency straps to free the bills, counted off five of them, and folded them to make them less conspicuous. Viola reached for the Banker's hand and pulled it down toward her lap, pressing the bills into his hand. She said with an intimate tone, "And I appreciate it. It and the discretion."

At the mention of that word, Viola counted out five more hundreds, folded them, and pressed them into his hand, too. With their business concluded, Viola stood, departed, and returned to Toland ... at the speed limit. Less than an hour later, after calling ahead, she was handing the envelope with the cashier's checks out the window of her Jag to Marti Griggs before heading back to The Modern Hotel shower and dress for dinner with Maxine, followed by heading over to The Black Hole for drinks, conversation, and an update on the tavern's progress.

 

[TiredFingers]

OOC: We're pausing this 1x1 for the moment because Viola and Connor both are back in the main IC thread. You have choices:

• If you have been reading all of our threads "live" and want to get back to where the main IC is right now, click here, Post #111.
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We will likely return to this thread at some point, so stay subscribed (assuming you are). This is not the end of 1x1 interaction between Connor and Viola.

 

[TiredFingers]

(OOC: So, we're back to a (mostly) 1x1 conversation between Connor Evans and Viola Dean. Just as with the replies above, which took place earlier on this same day, we're writing this here so that we can trade a bunch of short posts without clogging up the main IC thread. The first post below is an exact copy of the post that led you here, so you don't have to read it all over again if you don't want to. When this interaction is done, we will take you back to exactly where you were when this began.)

OOC thread for both the main IC and this 1x1 thread.


The Black Hole Tavern
The City of Toland
Friday, 7pm, March 28, 2025

Connor Evans was the last of the invited guests to arrive at the tavern. He'd been held up by a neighbor who refused to understand that when the Deputy's shift ended, he didn't want to hear their problems unless it involved a dead adult, a missing child, or a firearm. Almost everything else could wait until the Swing Shift Deputy arrived.

He entered The Black Hole wearing jeans and a western style plaid shirt. He caught the expression on Viola Dean's face when she saw him, and only after he'd reached the table full of good friends and acquaintances, did he realize that the beauty had never seen him out of his Sheriff's uniform. Viola, of course, was looking as hot as ever in tight fitting blouse that showed off her delicious bosom and a pair of even-tighter-fitting jeans that looked more painted on than worn.

He held his arms out, did a little spin for her, and said humorously, "No, my closet isn't filled with just blue uniforms."

Someone poured him a tall beer as he took out a sealed card and offered it out, saying, "Maxine, happy birthday. There's a little something in there for you."

She misunderstood and thought Connor meant money. He laughed as she opened the envelope, opened the card, and found old black-and-white photographs inside. He explained, "Gramps found those in a box in the attic a couple of days ago. We think they might have been his grandfather's. Thought you might like them. Maybe put them up in the lobby after you get done with your renovation."

The collection of over two dozen photos, all taken in front of The Modern, but dating from way back during the first years of the 1900s up to as late as the Vietnam War era. "That one there, that's Gramps, the day before he flew out for his 2nd tour in Nam."

The pictures floated around the table for several minutes until they were finally gathered up and slipped back into the card and envelope. Connor slipped through the crowd to hover over the old woman and get a kiss on the cheek from her. He moved out for some space, then looked to Viola, asking, "So, did you save that first dance for me like you promised?"

She got up just as a slow song started playing on the juke box. He offered her a hand, led her out to the floor on which half a dozen other couples were either already on or heading to, and turned back to her. He offered the more proper hand positions of his right hand just on her hip and his left up in the air. If she chose something a bit more intimate (as in her hands on his neck or shoulders and both of his on her hips), he wouldn't refuse it.

"So, no speeding ticket, I hear?" he asked, smiling devilishly. "I assume you made it to the bank on time."

 

[Alice2015]

(Important OOC note: The character Zandar is no longer part of the story, so any part he plays/played in the current interaction between Viola and Connor is moot. Just clearing the air.)

The Black Hole
A bit after 7pm, Friday, March 28, 2025

(OOC: This conversation takes place between when Connor and Viola began their slow dance and when they returned to the table full of birthday party guests.)

"So, no speeding ticket, I hear?" Connor asked Viola as they began dancing to the slow music. "I assume you made it to the bank on time."

"Made it," she confirmed, smiling as she added, "At the speed limit, no less."

She looked up into his eyes, smiling softly, as they swayed gently to the music. She chuckled softly, saying, "It's nice to see you out of your uniform ... Deputy."

 

[TiredFingers]

The Black Hole
A bit after 7pm, Friday, March 28, 2025

Connor laughed when Viola told him how she'd made it to the bank on time, "At the speed limit, no less."

"Yes, I know," he responded with a smirk. "I did in fact call ahead to my counterpart in the Capital. Just keeping you honest."

Peeking past Viola's head, Connor couldn't help but notice how much attention her fine, fine ass in those tight pants was getting. As they danced, he casually turned them away from the ogling eyes. It didn't help, though, as she was getting stares from far and wide across the bar.

"It's nice to see you out of your uniform ... Deputy," she told him.

"Connor," he corrected. "When you see me out of uniform, it's Connor."

His brain screamed, And when you see me naked, it's 'Dear God, take me! Take me!

Connor told himself to stop thinking like that while he was so close to her. He'd worn a tight-fitting pair of boxer-briefs, fearing that he might suffer an erection or two in Viola's presence during the evening. Even so, as he felt himself stiffening now, he wished he'd worn two pair to contain himself or maybe a jock strap, too.

He remembered how his lesbian sister had toyed around with binding her bosom during her cross-dressing period and wondered if maybe he shouldn't have employed a couple of rolls of elastic ankle wraps. Just don't let it touch her, Connor warned himself about the proximity of his groin to hers.

Needing to speak about something more serious in an attempt to dampen his swelling down yonder, Connor asked, "Can I tell you something without you thinking I've been checking up on you?"

She responded (or didn't?), after which Connor smiled and confessed, "I've been checking up on you."

He again paused in case she had a reaction, then clarified, "Toland's a small town. Barely a city anymore. So, when a beautiful woman like yourself just shows up the Greyhound, moves into the penthouse of the town's only hotel--"

He paused, smiling again, and telling her, "Pretty much everyone knows what's happening at The Modern, and the story is that this is all you. Lottery winnings?"

Connor didn't say it with a doubtful tone. It was more a curious one. He continued, "When something like that happens, I get curious. So, I checked you out. And..."

He paused to see if she was going to cut him off with some half-baked explanation.

 

[Alice2015]

The Black Hole
A bit after 7pm, Friday, March 28, 2025

Viola immediately began to panic when Connor, "I've been checking up on you."

You're moving too fast, she told herself, thinking about all the places where she'd been tossing her money around. Toland's money! she reminded herself; this wasn't her money, and it wasn't her father's money, but was instead the money of the people and City of Toland.
"Toland's a small town," he continued. "Barely a city anymore. So, when a beautiful woman like yourself just shows up the Greyhound..."

Viola couldn't help but smile at the compliment, even though her brain was still screaming You're busted! He knows! Fuck, fuck, fuck ... what do you do now?

It wasn't as if Viola was breaking any laws giving money away as she was; that wasn't the problem. The problem was that she'd stolen the money from her father, then framed him for embezzling it from the Robert Richardson Fund -- which answered to its Board and investors -- and then faked her own death and framed her father for it.

Way back 8, 9 months ago when she'd started all of this, Viola had been asked by her co-conspirator, Edward Winger, if she didn't just want to try to legally get the money from her father. They'd actually tried that route, only to find that her father had legally ripped off TCI and there was nothing that could be done about it. Robert Richardson had faced more than 3 dozen law suits over what he'd done to Toland and it's people, and he'd been successfully winning at those, too, until Viola started her ploy to end him.

Connor continued about what Viola had been doing, "--moves into the penthouse of the town's only hotel--"

The surprise on her face was obvious, for his next comment was, "Pretty much everyone knows what's happening at The Modern, and the story is that this is all you. Lottery winnings?"

"It's true," Viola said without hesitation and without too much unnecessary emphasis; she didn't want Connor to think she was defending herself against something that might be true. She glanced around as if fearful of eavesdroppers, then said more softly, "I had hoped that that wouldn't get around ... you know ... 'cause all the leeches'll be coming out of the swamps looking for a handout."

Viola considered shifting her right hand from Connor's left hand to his left shoulder and maybe moving in closer; she'd used her body as a distraction many times in the past, almost always successfully. But Connor was a cop, and he was determined to know her better -- who she was and what she was doing, not how her body felt against his ... though, honestly, he probably wanted to know that too...?

"When something like that happens, I get curious," he told her. "So, I checked you out. And..."

He paused for her reaction, and -- just as he'd hoped -- Viola fell for it. She said, "It's true. I won a big lottery. After taking the up front payout and paying the taxes, I netted almost $30 million dollars. So, not one of the bigger ones, but certainly more than I need to be happy.

"I was looking for something good to do with it," she continued, just as the slow song to which they were dancing ended, and a faster one began. She smiled, backed away while still holding Connor's hand, and began moving to the faster tempo, asking, "Hey, can we talk about this later? I just want to dance and drink and have a good time. It's a birthday party, after all. And it's Friday. And I'm in a good mood because I didn't get a speeding ticket today from the most handsome Deputy in the County."
Viola lifted Connor's hand upwards and did a half turn, putting her backside to him, wiggled a bit, then completed the spin, laughing. She threw her hair back, looked around the bar, and called out over the music, "IT'S FRIDAY ... AND I'M BUYING THE NEXT ROUND!"

There was an immediate cheer across the tavern, and almost instantly those patrons not sitting at tables headed for the bar and their free drink.

 

[TiredFingers]

The Black Hole
7:15pm maybe, Friday, March 28, 2025

Viola talked about her supposed lottery winnings. She wanted it to remain quiet, "'cause all the leeches'll be coming out of the swamps looking for a handout."

Connor understood that. He knew his share of leeches in and around Toland. Two opposites led to this phenomenon: people who had money, and their friends and family who didn't. Toland had far more of the latter than the former. That only meant that those who were with had more than their share of people without knocking on their doors for help.
"No one's going to hear anything more about it from me," Conner promised.

"I was looking for something good to do with it," Viola began.

But their slow song ended, and she took them quickly into a faster paced dance. Connor's gaze dropped immediately to Viola's delicious figure. She knew how to make a man growl deep inside, and suddenly he was concerned about the swelling in his groin again.

She tried to change the subject, something Connor also understood very well. She hollered out over the volume of the jukebox, over the conversation of The Black Hole's biggest crowd in forever, over the ringing and dinging of pinball machines, "IT'S FRIDAY ... AND I'M BUYING THE NEXT ROUND!"

The tavern erupted, and Connor found himself being dragged toward their table in the corner. And again, he couldn't help but let his eyes drop to Viola's fine, fine ass. His mind was swamped with thoughts about her, come of them conflicting with one another. He wanted to believe everything she'd told him about herself. He also knew he had to question everything she'd told him, too. A woman like this didn't just drop into a man's life, a community's life, from out of the ether like Viola had.

Connor hadn't just had his people in the Toland Sheriff's Department and his contact at the FBI check on Viola Dean. He'd searched the internet for anything and everything he could find on her. And he had found stuff: social media, pics, other stuff. And while it all seemed legit, there was something about it all that had seemed, what? Off?

Something about the content of her social media just felt fabricated. But he'd spent hours on it and hadn't found one thing that he could point at and scream Fake news! Connor would almost have thought it was all AI, one of those catfish females looking to cheat men of their cash if he wasn't currently holding the hand that led to the arm that led to the body that included that fine, fine ass.


(OOC: Returning us to the group conversation and birthday party involving more characters. Click here to get back to the exact spot in the main IC thread where we came from)