[Behold, Natasha. Another friend. He's not nearly as starry eyed as the ones before. And for being as serious and solid in the jaw, there is a little something soft in his eyes. Meaning that he hasn't seen combat yet. That there's still a shred of tenderness in him. The good old boys promised to show him a good time. They gotta make the most of it. Soon they'll be shipped off to fight the communists and free Vietnam from itself. It's the American way. All Uncle Sam's boys ready and raring to go. They've gotta burn off that energy someplace.
Some with the girls at the bar. Some, well, with the ladies of the night. That's what they've been talking up to Lance Corp Francis Castle.
And he is so very much a man in height. Broad shoulders and somehow making that ridiculously severe haircut look good. "Franky Boy, this here is Natasha." Brody, an old friend, is the one that's brought him over. "Natasha, he's one of our newest and brightest." The veteran client slides four bills her way flat and elbows Frank. Hard. "You kids have fun." His work here is done so he goes to find the jukebox.]
What're you drinking tonight, Ma'am?
[Which is what he'd say to any other woman, any other place. For an introduction he has the decency to look her in the eye.]
[ And how handsome he was. She smiles at Brody, remembering him because she had fun with him. And he was pretty nice. Both qualities that went a long way with her, considering her profession. She takes the money and grins at Frank. ]
Vodka martini.
And you can drop the "ma'am". It makes me sound old and I'm pretty sure we are around the same age.
[Funny because he is caught up in admiring her and the way the clothes grip her body tight. It doesn't take too much imagination to see her figure. It's not enough.]
Just because it's business don't mean you're not entitled to respect.
[He signals to the bartender. Another beer and the vodka martini.]
[It's...liberating to be able to speak this way to a woman plainly. No flowers. No promises made or broken. Nothing like this would fly with any of the girls he met in his catholic school or the seminary that he left. Frank should feel ashamed to speak like this.
He doesn't.]
Kinda don't seem fair I get what I want.
[Even though she gets her money. He gets his drink and takes a good long pull.]
No blood. No biting. I do like a tumble but nobody gets hurt. ...Am I allowed to kiss you?
[ She gives him a little, genuine smile at that. She doesn't hear it often enough. ]
I appreciate the consideration.
[ She shrugs again, her expression less flirty and more thoughtful as she thinks it over. ]
Here and there. Not much. A few guys are into it while most seem to want pussy. It's not bad as long as you prepare properly. Too little lube and it hurts like hell. The right amount and it's a lot better than you expected.
I have my own preferences, things I won't do and all that, but I try to be open-minded about the rest. Those bible thumpers make it difficult enough for people to enjoy themselves as it is.
I've been told as much. I still like hearing you say it, though.
[ He definitely had a way with words, no denying that. Most of the others tried to be charming and witty. Some pulled it off, others didn't. Frank was just being honest and it was refreshing. ]
[ It's more than acceptable. She likes the feel of it through her bottoms. Feels strong but gentle at the same time. Just another thing that makes him stand out from the others.
She shakes her head, ]
Don't think so. I got a bunch of different condoms you can use, find one that fits. I find that you guys don't really admit to the right size when asked.
[ There's definitely amusement in that statement. ]
[ In this line of work, it's better if one does. But her drink is gone in a few more sips before she's licking her lips and slipping off her stool. She knows that Look and it's commendable he didn't rush her. ]
Let's go, soldier boy.
[ And she's leading the way out of the club, swaying her hips as she goes. ]
[She's a business woman in the end. And there's more than a few things to admire there. Frank is positive that she knows what she's doing drawing attention to her prime features. All of it is good. The dark tan shirt and matching cargo pants and boots are standard wear for soldiers. Not like his outfit is going to stay on long. He wishes he was more presentable now. Like this was a date.
To be perfectly honest, this isn't my first roll in the hay. Just... first one in some time. And uh... never with someone like you.
[Because she's not just any lady. And the way he says it, the way his smile curls at his mouth and his eyes gleam in the street lights as they stroll it's a compliment.]
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Some with the girls at the bar. Some, well, with the ladies of the night. That's what they've been talking up to Lance Corp Francis Castle.
And he is so very much a man in height. Broad shoulders and somehow making that ridiculously severe haircut look good. "Franky Boy, this here is Natasha." Brody, an old friend, is the one that's brought him over. "Natasha, he's one of our newest and brightest." The veteran client slides four bills her way flat and elbows Frank. Hard. "You kids have fun." His work here is done so he goes to find the jukebox.]
What're you drinking tonight, Ma'am?
[Which is what he'd say to any other woman, any other place. For an introduction he has the decency to look her in the eye.]
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Vodka martini.
And you can drop the "ma'am". It makes me sound old and I'm pretty sure we are around the same age.
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Just because it's business don't mean you're not entitled to respect.
[He signals to the bartender. Another beer and the vodka martini.]
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That's a very refreshing sentiment. But I'd rather you not use it when we head to the room.
Also, you should tell me what you like.
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I like to get sucked.
[He has the good sense to keep his voice down. Frank leans too. Natasha's lips are full and glossed, prime for such activities.]
And uh I like it rough. Hold you down, hard and fast stuff.
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I like that, too. But I don't swallow. Is that going to be a problem?
[ By now, she's learned it best to get everyone on the same page before they hit the bed. It's helped things go much smoother in the long run. ]
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[The first woman that sucked his cock never ever swallowed. It doesn't phase him. Thinking about the process is making his pants tighter.]
Can I come on your tits? Maybe suck on em. Maybe fuck em?
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Sure. Whatever you feel like doing, sweetheart.
[ Natasha takes a sip before adding, ]
But no biting or trying to draw blood, okay? My girls are sensitive and I'm not into that shit.
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He doesn't.]
Kinda don't seem fair I get what I want.
[Even though she gets her money. He gets his drink and takes a good long pull.]
No blood. No biting. I do like a tumble but nobody gets hurt. ...Am I allowed to kiss you?
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I get what I want, too.
[ She gets her money and usually gets off. She enjoys sex so it's not that bad of a deal. Not really. ]
You can kiss me. Hold me down and fuck me. No tying me down and we lube up for anal.
[ A longer sip of her drink. ]
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[Honestly. The talk is getting to him. His jaw sets and he shifts on his bar stool. Blood is rushing down to his loins.]
...You do it in the ass much? They say it's supposed to be good.
[Which is about the best way he can think of to say never tried.]
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I appreciate the consideration.
[ She shrugs again, her expression less flirty and more thoughtful as she thinks it over. ]
Here and there. Not much. A few guys are into it while most seem to want pussy. It's not bad as long as you prepare properly. Too little lube and it hurts like hell. The right amount and it's a lot better than you expected.
I have my own preferences, things I won't do and all that, but I try to be open-minded about the rest. Those bible thumpers make it difficult enough for people to enjoy themselves as it is.
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A good scout is always prepared.
[Frank takes another drink.]
I want a good time and I want you to have an okay memory of it. If not a great one.
[To put it simply. He tilts his head thoughtfully.]
Think I'll stick to what I know. If your pussy is anything like your mouth, fuck I bet it's beautiful.
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I've been told as much. I still like hearing you say it, though.
[ He definitely had a way with words, no denying that. Most of the others tried to be charming and witty. Some pulled it off, others didn't. Frank was just being honest and it was refreshing. ]
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I'm gonna love finding out for myself.
[How come it's so easy to talk to her in a situation that should be awkward and wrong?]
Anything we need to get...?
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She shakes her head, ]
Don't think so. I got a bunch of different condoms you can use, find one that fits. I find that you guys don't really admit to the right size when asked.
[ There's definitely amusement in that statement. ]
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[Neither confirming or denying. Frank smirks, fully amused and not even denying.]
No rush on your drink. Just... lemme say, I'm ready when you are.
[His hand rubs up a moment before pulling away. Respectable. Even when he's pretty much jonsing at this point. It's been A Long Time.]
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[ In this line of work, it's better if one does. But her drink is gone in a few more sips before she's licking her lips and slipping off her stool. She knows that Look and it's commendable he didn't rush her. ]
Let's go, soldier boy.
[ And she's leading the way out of the club, swaying her hips as she goes. ]
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[She's a business woman in the end. And there's more than a few things to admire there. Frank is positive that she knows what she's doing drawing attention to her prime features. All of it is good. The dark tan shirt and matching cargo pants and boots are standard wear for soldiers. Not like his outfit is going to stay on long. He wishes he was more presentable now. Like this was a date.
Get your head together, Frank.
He follows, giving into the urge to hum.]
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What is that? I think I know it.
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[He's joking. It's no mystery. It's going to be a wild night. Though there won't be all that much dancing as described.]
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Sure you don't. But I'll do my best to make it similar.
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[He grins back and lightly touches the small of her back.]
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I think you know better than you put on, soldier.
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[Because she's not just any lady. And the way he says it, the way his smile curls at his mouth and his eyes gleam in the street lights as they stroll it's a compliment.]
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