Fierce

Chapter One（1）

Reunited

I pulled into the bar and put my truck into park. Life is funny you never know when it’s about to change

forever. I had no clue but in mere moments I was about to find my life taking a new and unexpected

turn.

I got out of the truck and headed to the door of “Cues and Pockets” a little pool hall dance bar. I was

new to town and a co-worker introduced me to this little watering hole. The prices are good the

bathrooms are clean, and it attracts a crowd in my age range. Besides, I figured after my Friday work

schedule it was the perfect way to chill out for a bit before heading to my lonely apartment. Walking up

to the doors, I saw my reflection in the mirrored windows, and I slowed a bit to make sure I looked

good.

Looking back at me was my 6-foot frame, thick sandy blond hair wavy and parted to the side. I was

glad to see my grey button-down shirt was slightly tight emphasizing my shoulders and stocky build.

Brown face made my blue eyes and white teeth pop out. As I turned to enter, I got a glimpse of my long

legs in my slightly tight Levi’s. I grinned because even though I am closing in on 30 years old my body

is still much the same as it was in high school. Yep, I smiled to myself glad I started learning Karate so

many years ago it helped me stay in great shape.

The door swung open, and some people left the bar. A bit embarrassed, hoping they didn’t notice my

self-appraisal I slipped right into the open doors. I made towards the bar, allowing my eyes to adjust to

the dim light. My mood began to elevate as I noticed the crowd was good and at first glance it looked

like there may be a good ratio of ladies. I finished my casual survey of the dance floor and tables and

made a beeline to the bar. I leaned up against the bar trying to look cool and carefree.

“What can I get you sweetie?” inquired a cute girl bartender. “I think a draft Heineken would go down

good.” “You got it.” I casually glanced around the bar while I waited for my beer. I cut my survey short.

Close to the bar were a few tables set off to the side, making a loose ring around the dance floor. At

one table near to me, I spied 2 ladies having an animated discussion. One lady was sitting with her

back to me. Her blond hair spilled down her shoulders in waves that looked soft as silk. Her clothing

looked of an expensive cut and she had very shapely legs jutting out from the table at a right angle.

She was wearing nice slacks and black heels. Her friend was facing me, and I could only really see her

face. Black hair framing her face very straight. Her skin seemed fair and her full lips were shiny with

bright red lipstick.

She and the blond were oblivious to anything around them as they laughed and spoke in a

conspiratorial and animated way together. I wanted to glimpse the blonde’s face. I figured if she was

half a pretty as the black-haired girl, I might need to introduce myself.

“Here’s your beer, sweetie,” said the bartender as she plunked the pint on the bar. The momentary

distraction was good as the black-haired girl started to pick up I was paying her and her friend a lot of

attention. Reluctantly I turned away and towards the bar and my cold beer. I sat there sipping my beer

trying to hear the ladies’ conversation. They were too far for me to hear the words, so I looked in the

mirror behind the bar and continued to study them as covertly as possible.

As I sat, watching the blonde’s hair sway and bounce with her animated head movements, I got a funny

feeling. I started to think her movements were in some way familiar. I silently chided myself for

dreaming. James, I said to myself; you are a hopeless optimist. Do you really believe it possible that

you know one of the two most beautiful girls in this bar? I laughed out loud at myself.

I just moved here less than one month ago. After I graduated college in Ohio, I moved to Miami to work

as an estimator for a large commercial HVAC equipment firm. That was 4 years ago and then I took a

transfer to Dallas just recently. I literally knew one person, a male coworker named Jeff. Snapping

myself back to reality I tried to survey the room and decide if I would drink or maybe pluck up the

courage to mingle and play pool or strike up some conversation.

Like a fish to a worm Blondie’s bouncy, wavy hair drew my eyes back to her. Then I saw her push her

hair back behind the right ear. Oh my God, the way she did that was so familiar! My mind drifted to my

first love back in college. Alexa was blond, witty, athletic, and beautiful. We met during my senior year.

We had so much fun but when I graduated and went to Miami, we just lost touch. Waking from my

daydreaming of Alexa I noticed the black-haired girl was vaguely gesturing towards me. I quickly turned

my head away towards the bar so not to get caught gawking. In my peripheral vision, I saw the blond

turn towards me. Holy crap why did I turn away?!

I whipped my head back around, but it was too late Blondie was once again facing her friend. My

nagging feeling was making me crazy. As I turned away, I was thinking she looked like Alexa. To my

horror, I noticed their conversation seemed to flag! Desperate to find out if my long-lost love sat just

yards away and terrified to crush this fantasy, I got up and hurried towards the men’s room. My path

would take me directly by their table and then I could drown my sorrows in my beer since the likelihood

of that being Alexa was like a zillion to one!

My heart began to pound as I drew closer to the ladies. I was afraid they would hear it and call an

ambulance. I was doing my best to keep from making a misstep as I really found it difficult to walk. My

breath was becoming short as if the oxygen had just escaped the room. What in the hell is wrong with

me? I am martial arts expert I told myself silently and will master this, fear, excitement….feeling?! Did I

really miss Alexa that much?

Mere steps away I began to hear Blondie’s voice as she was finishing up an obvious anecdote. Her

voice was right in so many ways, but her confidence was striking. Before I could decide if this was

Alexa’s voice, I registered what she was saying. “Trust me Tiffany I will drop his pants, bend him over

and spank that ass red in front of his colleagues!” The ladies busted up laughing as I skidded to a halt

just before getting close enough to see Blondie’s face.

The friend noticed me standing awkwardly just behind Blondie trying to figure out what to do. She

absently pointed at me and Alexa turned her head to see me standing right there face flushed, heart

pounding, legs shaky and startled. It was her! I could not believe my eyes. Alexa Fiera was right here in

the same bar as me. I felt like I was wearing the ring of power. All I could see was her beautiful face. As

if a veil blocked out all else in sight. Sparkling blue eyes, impossibly long eyelashes, a button nose and

full red lips. Her mouth seemed to move as if she was speaking but her beauty captivated me. She was

saying something as my mind began to clear of the shock; I realized she was saying my name. “James

Rose is that you?”

I’m not sure how many times she asked before my sense of hearing and power of speech dialed back

into the present dimension. But I further embarrassed myself with my answer. It’s hard to imagine that

so many systems of biology that have worked perfectly for nearly 30 years failed me all at once!

Instead of gathering myself and trying to calm my heart, I wanted to say several things all at once and

what I heard come out of mouth was, “OOFDAH!”

Both ladies just started laughing and Alexa bless her heart stood up and gathered me into arms. “I can’t

believe it’s you!” She said holding me tight. “Oh my gosh, Alexa, what in the world brings you to

Dallas?” We just held each other for several heartbeats and Alexa recovered as I was still tongue tied

and fighting back tears of joy. “James Rose, may I introduce Tiffany Modus my business colleague.”

“James is it? Is this your friend from college?” Alexa smiled in response. “So, this is the James who

was brave enough to join the ‘Female Empowerment Movement’ at your college with you.” Tiffany

extended her hand, and I stepped slightly forward to shake it. Unfortunately, my knee gave out, and I

stumbled into Tiffany. I brushed her breasts as they strained her white blouse. All the time fighting to

remain upright. Both Alexa and Tiffany were quick and kept me from face planting on the sticky bar

floor. With the help of the ladies, I regained my balance and shook Tiffanies hand.

Alexa moved around from behind me, so she and Tiffany were shoulder to shoulder facing me. Both

laughing at my clumsiness and discomfort. “James, you’re so pretty!” quipped Alexa. In the Female

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just dropped my head and chuckled. Both ladies laughed as Tiffany was knowledgeable about our

college experience. Tiffany gave me a smile as if to say I can feel your pain.

“Alexa, I am about ready to head home unless you want me to hang out for a few.” Offered Tiffany. “No,

that’s cool I think James and I have some catching up to do. If I don’t see you this weekend, have fun

and I will catch you Monday,” Replied Alexa. Tiffany turned back towards me with a sly grin. “James,

turn around for a minute.” Tiffany Commanded. I did as she said; figuring she wanted to check with

Alexa to see if it was safe to leave her alone with me. I stood with my face towards the bar and

expected to hear whispering, but after a long quiet pause, I felt the proximity of Tiffany behind me.

She cupped my ass cheek with her hand. This was surprising, and I really didn’t know what to say or

do. Then I felt her warm breath in my ear as she spoke to me quietly. “Alexa told me what a fine ass

you have. Too bad I already have a mate, or I might take you places you’ve only dreamed about!” She

patted my ass and turned her head to Alexa. “You weren’t kidding He is pretty, and this ass is to die for,

later Alexa.” Then she drifted around me eyes, panning me up and down. Before I knew what she was

doing, Tiffany had her fingertip on my lips and with a wicked smile she said, “Later doll!”. She sashayed

away shaking her bottom in a most provocative way. Alexa stepped up next to me and called after

Tiffany. “Don’t play in my backyard unless you ask permission!” Tiffany shot a glance back and the

good friends laughed as they parted ways for the weekend.

Stunned by what just occurred. My eyes followed Tiffany out the door, but she never looked back. She

was beautiful with a great figure, but I don’t think I have ever had a woman treat me like she did in such

an obvious way. Tiffany made me feel cheap, perhaps. As I tried to get my mind around my feelings

regarding being treated like a cheap slut Alexa spoke up, “James snap out of it we have a lot of

catching up to do!” I slowly turned my head and noticed Alexa as for the first time.