Who is that mystery man (DJ tags Trixie)

[D.J. Mac]

Why oh why did he have the urge to make a Beverly Hillbillies refrence or at least a Mister Drysdale one? He caught her wink. "Sounds like a deal, although we could make a side wager, who goes back to who first." He was overly confident that she'd want more once he was done.

He inhaled as they kissed again, the taste of ther lip gloss remained on his lips. This was going to be a night neither one would forget. The biggest thing was that would he be able to "perform" for her to the point that she'd be on her knees tomorrow begging, pleading for him to do more and he could just toss her aside like a rag doll.

"What do you mean 'meet the cute one'," he said with a wink to her. "You met me already." That ego still hadn't deflated. "My mom is easy to talk to, my dad however is another story and don't worry about me, no woman has complained yet." Only because there weren't any others.

He started the motorcycle and drove to the beachfront house. "Here it is, home." Before them stood a 3 story house facing the beach. "Top floor is where my room is." He spoke with a hint of mischeif in his voice. He locked his bike up before he went and unlocked the door for her.

[Trixie Michaels]

Trixie just laughed, "I am sure you will be coming to me." He said against his ear before he took off for his place. The ride was nice. Something about a motorcycle was hot, even if it belonged to this guy. She could forget that DJ was suppose to be non existent in her life. For one night she would make him feel that special. After this day he would barely be a blip on her radar.

Trixie got off the bike as they got to his place and she looked it over. Holy cow, it was tall. Three stories to be exact. Her Beverly hills home was only two and it did not have this view. She could only image how it looked from the top. "I was referring to the dog when I said the cute one. By the way nice house. different then what I expected." She smirked.

"You don't have any other manilas lurking about. Just the cute dog right?" She said. "The top floor, is that so...not bad for a teddy bear." She smiled. This was too much fun. To Trixie this would just be a night like any other. Nothing special except good, hot sex. Trixie had to keep herself guarded, but she would admit there was something very intriguing about DJ. He seemed to be a man of many faces.

[D.J. Mac]

"Dad knew how to negoiate, hence the house and him being a bank president." That should knock her for a loop. As he opened the door a small rumble of tiny feet cam running towards them.

"Here he is, my little guy!" DJ scooped up the pug in his arms. "Doofus, I want you to meet Dirty Trixie." The pug cocked its head to the side and darted its tongue out. DJ held Doofus in front of her and he started to sniff her trying to figure out who the woman was with his owner.

"The two of us, myself and her, will be spending some time together, so you mister need to behave yourself." He set the dog down then took her hand. "As for you, we have a nice long night ahead of us." He pulled her in tightly and kissed her a little more forcefully and with a lot more tongue. When he broke the kiss the breathing was hot and heavy. "I think your ready for this." He had no idea what he was getting into.

He led the way to his room and opened the door, "Enjoy the view for now, cause its all your going to see." He closed the door behind him, as the little pug looked surprised to see he wasn't welcomed into the room.

*FTB*