The Zookeeper’s Dilemma – Day Two (Part Two)

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After many hugs and goodbyes, Lucy made her way outside to wait for her taxi. The air outside was crisp, but it did nothing to help clear the fog that had drifted back into her head. She worried that she really was getting sick and wondered whether it was time to see a doctor.

After ten minutes, a couple of taxis had passed by but neither had stopped for her. Lucy was about to call the cab company again when a taxi pulled up to the curb and stopped. She hopped in the back and was about to close the door when someone’s hand caught it.

We never finished our dance,” said First. “Perhaps you will allow me accompany you home, and we can speak for a while, no?”

No,” said Lucy, but she quickly added, “at least not tonight, thank you. I’m not feeling well.”

All the more reason why you should not be alone,” said First. “I am in need of a taxi as well, but they seem to be scarce this evening. Perhaps I could join you? I would gladly pay your fare.”

The cabbie, an older Latino man with a deep voice and thick glasses asked her, “Is this guy bothering you?”

No, it’s all right.”

Okay, but in or out,” said the driver. “Meter’s running.”

Lucy looked up into that impossibly handsome face and felt her resolve begin to buckle. Worst case scenario, she’d get a free ride home with a nice piece of eye candy. Although she suspected she might regret it later, she slid over and let First climb into the cab beside her. “So what kind of a name is First anyway?”

It is the title of the leader of my clan. I’ve had many names, but this one suits me best.”

Clan? What’s that?”

First slouched in the seat beside her, one arm resting on the back ledge of the car behind her head. “My family, you could say, but also more than that. I can say no more for now.”

Okay,” said Lucy, still puzzled. “You seem awfully young to be a family patriarch,though. What are you, like thirty?”

I earned my position by being the fastest, the bravest, and the smartest,” said First, proudly.

You forgot most modest,” added Lucy.

Modesty does not win you the prize,” said First.

And what’s the prize?”

Riches. Power.” First leaned a little closer and smiled. “The love of a woman. These things do not come to those who wait.”

You’re certainly not lacking in self-confidence, I’ll give you that,” said Lucy. “So what do you do when you’re not hitting on women in clubs?”

I oversee my family’s affairs,” said First. “We have various business interests around the world, but our main focus is in acquisitions. We specialize in culling the weak from the herd and carving out all the pieces worth saving.”

You make it sound like we’re nothing but animals,” said Lucy.

Ah, but we are!” said First. “Finding the trail, stalking your prey, and the final ambush for the kill. This is our nature. Those who deny it are doomed to fall victim to those who accept the truth.”

Lucy was beginning to wonder if she had ever met a bigger ass in all her life than the guy sitting beside her. It was a good thing for First that he was drop-dead gorgeous, or she would have kicked him to the curb a long time ago. Yet all the while that she was wishing that this ride would end, part of her was wishing the exact opposite.

She started to feel that same rush of warmth coursing through her again, only this time it wasn’t such a surprise, and she could enjoy the sensation. She resisted the urge to slide closer to him, to run her hand along his thigh. His sleeves were rolled up to the elbow, exposing his muscular forearms. Lucy imagined peeling off that shirt and those arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer to him. She would tilt her head back, ready to receive his kiss…and then he would open his mouth and utter such stupidity that it made her want to jump out of the moving car. It was such a shame he couldn’t just sit there quietly and look pretty.

When they finally arrived in front of Lucy’s quaint little bungalow, she was still torn between what her brain was telling her and the pull of her body’s needs. “Thank you for the ride,” she said. “It was really…interesting meeting you. Maybe we can do it again some time.”

She hopped out of the car and took a few steps before First opened his door and stood leaning against the roof of the cab. “I would love to see you again, but I’m afraid that I must return home soon. Perhaps I could come inside for a drink?”

I don’t know…”

Please, chérie. Just one drink.”

The cabbie leaned his head out his window and said, “Oh, go on, miss. You’re young and you only live once. Give a fella a chance.”

It seems like I’ve been outvoted.” Lucy sighed. Against her better judgment she said, “All right. One drink, and then I have to get to bed.”

First flashed her a mischievous grin and slammed his door before bounding around the car to pay the cabbie. A few seconds later he was striding up the front walk to stand beside her as she fumbled with her keys in the lock.

I don’t have much to drink, but I’m sure I can find something.” Lucy walked into the kitchen dug her phone out of her purse to text Felicia that she was home, before tossing the bag on the counter. When she was done, she opened up one of the cupboards and examined its contents. “Let’s see. I’ve got scotch, gin, some spiced rum. I don’t have any beer though.”

Do you have wine?” asked First.

Nothing worthy of a French palate, but I think there should half a bottle of Zinfandel in the fridge. The glasses are in the cupboard to the left.”

He took the wine from the fridge, pulled the cork from the bottle, and scowled as he sniffed its contents. Still, it seemed to pass the test, and he pulled down two glasses. He poured the wine and offered her one. She took a sip before placing the glass on the counter beside her. First took a swig that gobbled up half the glass. “I’ve had much worse, but nothing compares to our own vineyards. I’ll have my people send you a case.”

Lucy was starting to suspect that he was making this stuff up as he went along. Someone this rich and good-looking didn’t have to go trolling around in clubs if all he wanted was some action. “And where exactly are you from?”

I move around a lot, but home will always be Bourgogne. We have a Pinot Noir there that you would sell your soul for.”

Her mouth twisted in a sly grin “Is that why you’re here?” asked Lucy. “To buy my soul?”

As a matter of fact, yes.”

Lucy chuckled softly. “It’s going to cost more than some wine, sport. I’ll tell you that right now.”

You have no idea how precious you are, do you? You could ask for all the wine in France and get it too.”

Flatterer,” said Lucy. She took a sip of her wine and grinned.

No, I mean it,” insisted First. He swallowed the remainder of his wine before roughly setting the glass down beside him. He strode across the kitchen to stand directly in front of Lucy. “Tell me what you desire, and I can make it happen.”

Well, you’re going to need some cheese to go along with all that wine for a start,” said Lucy.

First laughed. “I offer you the world, and you ask for cheese. You will have mountains of it, along with everything else you could want. But first, I want that drink you promised me. And I don’t mean the wine.” He leaned in and kissed her hard on the mouth.

She should have pushed him away. She should have slapped his face and kicked him out, but instead she found herself tearing off his shirt. The muscles underneath were everything that she had imagined and more. Lucy could feel the contours of his abs as she ran her hand across them and down to the pants he was almost bursting out of.

First pulled her shirt over her head, and she reached around to undo the clasp of her bra. The straps fell away as he caressed her shoulders leaving her small, firm breasts exposed. He kissed her neck, working his way down until he was flicking her erect nipples with the tip of his tongue. She moaned in ecstasy at his touch.

Lucy kicked off her shoes and let her skirt fall to the floor. It was his turn to moan now as she stripped his pants off and took him in her mouth. He was as perfect below the waist as he had been above, with magnificent thighs and an ass as tight as a drum. He leaned back on the counter as she worked her lips up and down a shaft that was so hard, she could have hung a wet towel on it.

When she could stand to wait no longer, she stood up and started  walking toward the bedroom, beckoning him to follow. In her heart, she knew it was wrong as she was doing it. You don’t jump into bed with someone you’ve known for less than an hour, but here she was doing exactly that. Her hormones had taken control now, and there was no stopping them.

She lay down on her back and watched as he walked through the door, smiling that same wiseass grin, like he was the cat who had caught the canary. He pulled off her panties and tossed them away before kneeling down and burying his head between her legs. Lucy squealed in delight as he licked and sucked until spasms of joy wracked her like nothing she had ever experienced before.

First stood up, eying her naked body. Lucy shifted herself further up on to the bed inviting him to climb on top of her, but instead he grabbed her legs and flipped her over on to her stomach. She brought her knees forward, lifting her hips up, and buried her face in a pillow. She was breathless in anticipation of what was coming. It seemed to be an impossibly long time until slid into her from behind that when he finally did, she had to bite the pillow to keep from screaming.

He started off with a slow and deliberate pace, gently rocking back and forth. Before long he started to increase the rate of his thrusts, driving Lucy into an ecstatic frenzy. Just when it became almost unbearable for her, he would slow again, pressing himself deeply into her and drawing out almost his full length again and again. First repeated this pattern until after the fifth or sixth time when Lucy felt her legs start to buckle under her and she flopped down on the bed.

Driven to the edge of her senses, she didn’t resist as he turned her over on to her back. He hovered over her, kissing her mouth and neck before plunging into her again. This time he was relentless as dove into her. All Lucy could do was clutch the sheets in her fists and moan.

That strange warm sensation started to rise in her chest again, but this time it was an erupting volcano. Lucy was completely lost in the sensation of joy, forgetting where she was and who she was with. Her eyes glazed over and all she could see was a blinding white light everywhere. She was floating weightless in a timeless world with no sound but the beating of her own heart.

As shapes and sounds began to return, she saw First above her in the throes of rapture. She could have sworn she heard him howling, but couldn’t be sure of anything at this point. Exhausted and spent, he rolled over on the bed beside her to catch his breath.


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