Kiss 
By A.J. Brown
Micah pursues Annie


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"I can't do anything that's going to cost money," Annie said. Micah grabbed a
quick look at her thighs, the jeans she wore were tight to them. Her thighs
did look pretty big for a woman who looked fairly thin overall. "I'm broke
until next Friday when we get paid."

"Don't worry about that," he said. "It will be my treat."

"No, I'm not letting you pay for me to do anything," she said rather
assertively, but not sounding angry. "I pay my own way, I don't take
handouts."

He looked at her standing there wearing her black and blue flannel shirt, the
sleeves not rolled up at all, but they were unbuttoned at the cuffs and loose.
He had always thought of her as a ditz but when she started coming up to talk
to him occasionally he figured why not ask her out. He was one of the highest
paid people in the company. He didn't know how much she made but considering
she was an assistant admin and she was always talking about how she didn't
have money, he guessed it couldn't be much more than minimum wage. He had just
turned 27 and still wasn't having much luck with women but this one that was
from South County and clearly not going anywhere in life should be honored
that he asked her out as far as he was concerned. He hadn't been the least bit
surprised when she had accepted his offer to hang out. He didn't know if she
was refusing to let him pay for her because she really didn't like guys paying
for her or if she was just giving a hint that she wasn't going to easy, but
either way, he respected her a bit more when she said it.

"Well I'm not sure what we can do that doesn't cost money these days. Maybe we
can just get a couple of drinks. Let me pay for that, it won't cost too much."

"Nope," she said back, sure of herself. "You got a baseball glove? We can go
to the park around here and throw the baseball."

**

Micah pulled his Range Rover into the park parking lot, his windows down, and
the rap music blaring. He couldn't believe that he felt nervous about a date
with an admin assistant from South County. This was going to be the first date
he ever went on since he was old enough to drink where he wasn't going to have
alcohol, that was why he was nervous. He was a good talker with clients but
with women, not so much. Without something to take the edge off, he didn't
know how he was going to keep her engaged in conversation for however long
they were going to throw a baseball. How was he going to make the date last
for more than an hour? If he screwed this date up and she went back to the
office on Monday blabbing about it he was going to look like a fool for a lot
of reasons. Why did he even ask this girl out, he was above her? He had a
12-pack of Heineken in the back seat, hopefully he'd get a chance to pull it
out, and hopefully she'd at least accept a couple of free beers from him.

As he pulled into his parking spot seeing Annie's blue Chevy Impala parked a
few spots away in the mostly empty lot, he looked towards the field where they
were going to meet. He looked at Annie standing by herself, throwing the
baseball high in the air, and catching it in her glove when it came down. Her
hair was swinging in the wind as she threw the ball up and down. He also
noticed that her face looked very pretty right then. When he was at the office
he was checking out the women like Christina and Marie who took care of
themselves better, dressed in dresses and nice clothes as opposed to flannels
and jeans like Annie wore to work, and had much more successful careers than
this admin assistant. But now watching her look so innocent with that smile on
her face as she threw the ball up in the air to herself, looking like she
could do that all day and enjoy it, he felt an appreciation for her beauty
that he had never felt before.

As he got out of his vehicle and walked towards her, she kept throwing the
ball up and down, and he couldn't tell if she knew that he was coming. As he
walked closer he could see the smirk on her face more and he thought that she
knew he was there. She caught the ball in her glove and looked at him smiling.

"Hey," she said. "Ready to throw?"

**

They stood a normal pitch and catch distance from each other and when Annie
threw the ball it looked like a bullet coming at him. He got his glove up just
in time to catch the ball and he felt the pain shoot throughout his entire
hand, glad that he got his glove up in time, certain that the ball thrown that
hard would have knocked him out if it had hit his chest.

Wanting to try and match her power, he threw the ball back at her as hard as
he could without making it obvious that he was trying to throw his hardest.
When it left his hand he worried that maybe he was being too rough with a girl
but she got her glove up in time and if the ball caused her any pain when she
caught it, she didn't show it. She launched it back at him, an even-keeled
look on her face when she threw it, even though it was coming in at him hard
again. When he caught it, his entire hand stung again and he didn't know how
he was going to be able to keep this up.

"So my cousin called me this morning," Annie said casually as they continued
to throw. "This guy she's been dating for over four years finally proposed to
her. He is such a great guy and so good to her. I was nervous that he was
never going to put a ring on her finger so I'm so, so happy that he finally
did. Their wedding is going to be so much fun, I know it. When her older
sister got married it was the funnest wedding I've ever been to."

And after Annie had started talking, it didn't seem like she was ever going to
stop. She kept talking about her family, how she liked hiking, what TV shows
that she liked to watch, and how things in South County were different than
North County. It didn't seem like she was even taking a breath between
sentences. She didn't ask Micah anything about himself and even he wasn't even
able to ask follow-up questions to what she was talking about because she just
kept talking.

She kept talking but they didn't stop throwing. Micah's arm was starting to
tire he wasn't able to maintain the same amount of power behind his throws but
Annie's throws still kept coming at him with the same velocity. Listening to
her talk nonstop was giving him a headache and his hand was feeling numb from
the amount of times the hard baseball hit it through the glove. As annoying as
it was that she wouldn't stop talking, he couldn't help but find it cute
listening to her ramble like they were longtime friends.

"Pumpkin pie is my favorite to make," she said as she caught the ball and
didn't throw it back to him. "But I only make that around Thanksgiving. I'll
go apple picking soon and I'll make an apple pie from that. You OK if we stop
now?"

"Yeah sure," he said. He tried to be discreet as he pulled his phone halfway
out of his front pocket and checked the time. They had been throwing for over
an hour. He hadn't thought it had been that long.

"You're fun," she said as she walked closer to him and something about her
smile suggested to him this could be a good time to try and kiss her. "Want to
do something else?"

She didn't get any closer and he decided the kiss should wait. "Sure. I
actually got some beer in my truck if you want to sit down and have a couple."

"No, I don't want to drink," she said, and she looked away from him like he
had made her a bit uncomfortable. "I'd rather do something fun kind of like
throwing the baseball. But something else. You want to wrestle?"

"Sure," he said, trying to hide his excitement as he thought that was about as
obvious an invitation to a lead in to sex as she could make. He looked at her
pretty face and how her body looked athletic in the grey long-sleeved t-shirt
she had on and the tight jeans. "We can go back to my place to do that. I have
a big, carpeted living room rug."

"No, I don't want to do anything inside," she said, quickly shutting his idea
down again. "Let's just do it here."

He did a quick look around at the large field they were in with some woods and
hiking trails in the near distance. No one was around at the very moment but
anyone could pull up in a car or walk out of the woods at any time, he
thought.

"I'm not sure we should be wrestling in public."

"Oh that's such a North County thing to say. In South County it's not uncommon
to see people wrestling in a park. You see real fights a lot too but that's a
different story. Come on, let's have some fun."

He watched as she threw her glove and the ball down on the grass, pulled off
her t-shirt and threw it aside, now standing in front of him just wearing a
grey sports bra up top. Her shoulder her broad and muscular, as were her arms,
and she had quite the abs. He stood a good four inches taller than her and
still probably had 40 pounds on her despite being a skinny guy but he couldn't
help but be impressed with her physique. The thought of wrestling around with
a girl that looked like this excited him and he suddenly wasn't worried about
what anyone around might think.

He watched her bend down a bit in a wrestling position, smiling, even laughing
a bit, suggesting this was going to be playful, and also that this was
something that was going to happen. He bent down a bit too and they started to
move around a bit. She made a move with her arm like she was going to try and
put him in a headlock. He tried to grab her arm and she pulled it back. He
moved his arm in like he was going to try and put her in a headlock. She
slapped his forearm harder than he would have expected and he pulled his arm
back not wanting to get hit like that again.

Distracted as he was getting back in position, Annie lunged at him, and he
briefly saw the big grin on her face before she reached up and her strong arm
wrapped around his neck in a headlock. He was not prepared for the strength
and aggression she had as she pulled his head down into her waist. He pulled
on her arm that was pushing into his neck while her hip was pushing into the
other side.

As he felt the increased pain that he wasn't expecting to feel in a friendly
wrestling match, he started to feel stupid that he had thought this might lead
to sex. He pulled on her arm harder and still couldn't move it. Annie twisted
her body, throwing him on the grass, and landing on top of him.

He squirmed around as her arm was still tightly around his neck and the side
of her body was leaning into him. She felt so much stronger than him despite
the weight advantage he had. He was only able to squirm a bit and felt
frustrated that she was doing this to him.

She let go of the headlock and as he tried to get up, her body was still
pushing into his to make sure he couldn't move much. She quickly got up, her
muscular butt now pushing into his chest. He looked up at her with a look of
distress on his face but when he saw she was still smiling he couldn't help
but smile back. He reached up to try and push her but she wrapped her hands
around his wrists and squeezed. He felt helpless as her muscular arms pushed
his arms down and he could feel the pain in his arm muscles from being weaker
than hers. She pinned his arms to the grass.

"You're not going to let me win this easily, are you?" she said. "Gonna let a
girl beat ya?"

He looked up at Annie smiling down at him with her hair hanging down. As he
unsuccessfully tried to move his arms, he thought about how this was Annie
Piluso, the same ditzy girl that no one at work respected because she was from
South County, because she had no ambition, because she told dumb stories,
because she was a 28-year-old admin assistant. But as he lay trapped
underneath him because she was stronger than he was, he now felt a lot more
respect for her. He might be well above her at the office but out in this
field, she was the superior one.

"Come on!" she said, still playfully as she shook his arms up and down like he
was a puppet. "Try harder, this is too easy." She furrowed her eyebrows like
she thought he wasn't trying. When he did try harder she seemed satisfied.
"Alright," she said as she swiftly moved backwards and off of him, now
kneeling in front of him. "I'll give you another chance. Come get me, I'll let
you come at me this time."

Feeling like he had to do what she said, he started to get up. He looked at
her kneeling there and he felt afraid to attack after she had just beaten him.
As he looked at this ditzy girl he then felt annoyed that he was afraid of her
and he lunged at her. She smiled like she was ready for it and the smile
didn't leave her face when he landed on her and pushed her on her back. She
managed to keep her knees in towards her chest when he did that and she used
her knees to stay between him and her, making sure he couldn't fully get on
top of her, though his hands were pushing down on her shoulders.

Even though he was on top of her he still felt like she was in control. She
kicked her legs out so they were around his sides and then started to squeeze.
They felt so strong that it felt like she was crushing his ribs. She swung his
body down so she was on his side, trapped in the body scissors. He started to
panic as he pulled on her legs, unable to pull them apart.

"There's no way you're getting my legs off of you with your hands," she said
and as the pain rapidly increased in his ribs he thought about how he didn't
want to hear her talking right then.

She proudly slapped her thigh and squeezed harder. He pulled on her legs
desperately feeling like he had no chance of moving them but he felt genuinely
afraid now as it felt like she was going to crush his ribs. He had never been
in a wrestling hold that was so painful. He started to whine and she just
smiled at him.

"Get off," he said with a whine and he started to rapidly punch the ground.
"Get off!"

"You give?" she said, a dominance in her voice that he never would have
expected from one of the lowest paid people in the office.

"Yes!" he said, just wanting her to let go.

Now with a respectful look on her face, she let go of him. Now with tears in
his eyes he looked at her and thought about how things were going to be
different between them moving forward. She looked at him somewhat
sympathetically but then giggled right before she moved her hand in and
tickled his hip. He instinctively laughed, thinking how he couldn't remember
the last time he actually laughed from being tickled.

"You're a cool dude," she said as she pulled her hand back. "I like it when I
can beat a guy in wrestling and he doesn't get all pissed off about it. Want
to walk me to my car?"

"I'd love to," he said, hoping it wasn't obvious how much pain he was still in
when he spoke.

He started to get up and as Annie got up she offered him his hand. He refused,
but as the pain in his ribs got worse as he got up, he wished he had accepted.
Annie picked up both of their gloves and flipped his to him. They started
walking to their cars, neither of them saying a word. Micah started to feel
awkward the longer their silence lasted. They just had a pretty physical
experience wrestling each other. Should he invite her back to his place? He
wasn't sure what to do as they got closer to her car, he knew he had to think
quick.

"I gotta get home and plant some radishes," she said, and that pretty much put
the dagger in his plan. "They're one of the only vegetables you can plant in
the fall. I had a lot of fun, thank you."

She turned to face him and held out her arms for a big hug. As he went in to
hug her he moved in to kiss her but she was quick to touch two fingers to his
lips to stop him.

"No, I don't kiss the first time I hang out with a guy," she said firmly, even
though she didn't sound angry. "I did have a lot of fun though. We should hang
out again."

She moved in and gave him a firm hug that let him know all was good. They let
go and she turned around without looking at him. He watched her open her car
door and as she sat down and started it he looked at the smile on her face,
looking like she was content with life. As she drove away he felt kind of
jealous that she could look so happy living such a simple life.

**

Micah took a swig of Labatt's Blue from the cup that couldn't have been more
than 10 ounces. Annie looked smiled as she drank her PBR out of the same sized
cup. 'This time you come down to South County' she had said when he officially
asked her to hang out for the second time. 'I'll show you how we have a good
time.'

Micah was kind of a beer snob and Labatt's wasn't exactly his first choice of
a good beer but it was better than any of this place's other options. And it
had been a long time since he had paid so little for a beer even if it was
only 10 ounces. He looked around at the guys with longer hair, long beards,
denim, and tattoos, and as the Bon Jovi blared throughout the bar, he thought
about how he would not want to be in this bar alone. Annie had been a lot
quieter than she had been when they were playing catch. He was only on his
second beer but at least it relaxed him from the rest of the situation.

"It's kind of lame here today," she said right before she took her final swig
of her beer and set down the cup. "Want to go back to my house?"

He looked at her sitting on the bar stool wearing her light blue tank top that
really looked good on her fit upper body. Her tight jeans had some designed
holes in them. She wore grey flip flops and her feet did look a little rugged,
especially with no nail polish on. Going back to her house sounded perfect.

**

He looked at the back of her Impala as she pulled into her driveway and he
pulled in behind her. He looked around at the houses on the block with the sun
starting to set a bit, the houses not in the best shape which didn't surprise
him at all, but even if she was renting this house it was a lot bigger than he
would have expected her to be able to afford. He wondered if she had roommates
which he supposed wouldn't be the worst thing in the world but it was
something he didn't consider when she invited him over here.

"When did you buy this?" he asked her when they both got out of their
vehicles.

She looked at him with a smirk. "It's my mom's house."

He supposed he shouldn't be surprised that she was still living with her
mother but it was still something he hadn't considered. She started to lead
him inside and there was no turning back now. He immediately started thinking
that he wished he had a few more beers in him and wondered how long he was
going to be stuck here. Maybe Annie's mother would offer him a beer but even
though he was well of age he still felt weird about the idea of putting beers
back in front of the mother of the girl he was trying to screw.

As they walked in the front door he got his hopes up that there was a good
chance that the mother wasn't even home, a strong possibility, or Annie
probably wouldn't have invited him over. But once he was inside, the front
door leading directly to their living room, he saw a woman sitting on the
couch.

He still wasn't sure if this was Annie's mother, as the woman didn't look more
than a few years older than Annie. Her hair was a dark brown showing no sign
of aging. Her face didn't look much older than Annie's at all and even though
she didn't look very nice, it looked more attractive than Annie's. She wore a
light blue robe, a lit cigarette in her left hand, and an open can of Natural
Ice on and end table to her right. Her legs were stretched out on the recliner
she was sitting on and from the best he could see with her sitting like that,
she looked a lot more petite than Annie.

The soles of her feet were staring straight at him and they did look quite
wrinkly. Her feet actually looked rather big considering how small her body
looked and they rested there, so bare, like they were marking that she was the
queen on this house. Her eyes were fixated on the TV. He couldn't see the
screen but based on what he could hear, it seemed like she was watching some
sort of soap opera.

He looked around the rest of the house. The living room was large with a high
ceiling that went up all of the way to the height of a second story. It didn't
look like there was much to the rest of the house other than this big room. He
could see an open doorway to a small looking kitchen towards the back of the
room and the somewhat long table right next to that doorway suggested there
was no dining room. Also towards the back of the room was a spiral staircase
that led up to what looked more like just a balcony than an actual second
story. The balcony ran over the back of the living room with a rail in the
front of it. Along the back of the balcony there were 4 doorways, one of the
doors was closed. 1 of the other doors was a bathroom and the other 2 appeared
to lead to bedrooms.

"Micah, this is my mom," Annie said and her mom still didn't take her eyes off
of the TV. "Mom, this is Micah."

"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Piluso," he said, too far away to offer a
handshake and he had a feeling she didn't want one anyway. But Annie looked at
him like he had just done something wrong.

"She's not Mrs. Piluso," Annie said quietly as if her mother couldn't hear her
right in the same room. "Her name is Miss Shaw."

"Oh sorry," Micah said quietly, though he didn't know why, the awkwardness of
the situation quickly growing. "It's nice to meet you Miss Shaw."

He was starting to feel like an outright idiot. Miss Shaw didn't seem like she
cared either way as her eyes remained glued to the TV. As she took a drag of
her cigarette and blew the smoke forward with her head still not moving he
wondered if this woman had something wrong with her. Maybe she had some mental
disorder and the state was paying for this house for her or something. It
wouldn't have surprised him these days. Or maybe she was just on drugs.

"Want to go up to my room?" Annie said.

Micah liked that offer. Annie was an adult and her mother didn't seem to care
about anything other than her soap opera.

"Sure." As the two of them walked by Miss Shaw, even though her eyes were
glued to the TV, Micah got the feeling that she was somehow still watching
them, or at least listening to what they were doing and trying to hide it
which made her extra creepy to him. He was glad when they were past her and
closer to that staircase.

"Keep that bedroom door open or I'll come up there, pull down both of your
pants, and smack your asses!" Miss Shaw called to them with a tone that
couldn't have been mistaken for a joke.

Appalled at what he had just heard, Micah snapped his head back to look at
Miss Shaw, now just seeing the back of her head looking at the large TV
screen, not even bothering to turn her head to look at them when she spoke
which made him even angrier for some reason. People always talked up people
from South County being trashy but Micah wanted to give them at least a bit of
a benefit of the doubt since he had never actually been down here before. But
she was just proving everyone right if she talked to her guests like that.

"We won't," Annie said with a tone that suggested she thought her mother was
overreacting but she didn't seem bothered by the threat which irked Micah even
more.

Before he moved his head to look at Annie to see her facial expression, he
caught a glimpse of the top of Miss Shaw's feet relaxing on the foot rest of
the recliner, blocking a bit of his view of the TV screen. The top of her feet
looked like they were recently pedicured they were so soft for an older woman.

"Don't worry mom, I know not to close the door when I have a boy over."

Annie looked at Micah, rolled her eyes, and then smiled. Always having a
problem with feeling the need to smile when someone smiled at him, he gave an
awkward and uncomfortable smile back. He wanted to get laid but he also had
his ego and the fact that Miss Shaw had just said that to him made him want to
leave. But Annie had already made her way to the staircase and Micah followed
her up.

Annie's bedroom was even smaller than it looked from down the stairs. Her bed
was up against the wall and there was a bean bag on the floor next to her
dresser, both of which allowed very little leg room to get to. She had a large
stuffed lion on her well-made bed and there was a poster on the wall of some
muscular guy with his shirt off. The animated smile on the guy's face made
Micah think he was an actor and looking closer he was sure he recognized the
guy from somewhere but Micah couldn't pinpoint where and he wasn't about to
ask Annie who he was.

"Have a seat," Annie offered as she motioned with her hands for him to sit on
the purple beanbag.

He did so and she kicked off her flips flops before she jumped on the bed and
squeezed the big stuffed lion close to her chest. She kicked out her legs and
instead of being able to jump up in the bed with her which he so wanted to do
at that moment, he had to look up at this barefooted girl looking down at him
looking so dominant over him right then.

"Your mom looks young," he said, not sure what else to say.

"She is young. For a mom, anyway. She's 48, but yeah, she looks great for her
age. She's definitely the hot one in this house. I hope I look that good when
I'm her age."

"Well you're very respectful to her." With the TV as loud as it was and the
fact that he at least had wall between him and Miss Shaw now so she couldn't
have seen him from her angle, he felt confident that she couldn't hear him.

"I'm sure she'd disagree with you on that," Annie said with a bit of a
chuckle. "But why would you say that?"

"She just threatened to spank you and you were polite about it. Obviously if
she tried that and you wanted to stop her you could do it without a problem."

"Oh no," Annie said like he had just said something dumb, and she actually
looked a bit scared. "My mom could kick my ass." She then started to talk in a
loud whisper. "She used to beat up my dad all the time when they were
together. I've only seen the two of them together a couple of times the past
few years but each time he looked like a scared puppy." Annie made what Micah
thought was a poor attempt at a scared puppy face. "You don't mess with my
mom, trust me. Whatever she tells you to do, you just do it."

If it weren't for that dad part about that lecture, Micah would have just
thought that Miss Shaw was in Annie's head and that there wasn't an actual
chance that she could beat her up. But if Annie's dad looked anything like the
rest of the South County guys he had seen at that bar and Miss Shaw had
legitimately beaten him up, that made Micah want to be in the house with her
even less.

"That you're nighttime friend?" Micah said pointing to the lion, not wanting
to think about Miss Shaw anymore.

"Yup," Annie said. "He's my baby. His name's Apollo."

She squeezed the lion tightly and smiled but didn't say anything else. When
Annie wasn't talking Micah's ear off he was finding it very difficult to have
initiate conversation with her. They just stared at each other uncomfortably
before Annie let out an uncomfortable laugh that didn't make things any
better.

"Want to go down and watch TV with my mom for a bit?" Annie offered. It was
the only thing Micah could think of that sounded worse than the current
scenario.

"Sure," he said.

They got up and as they walked along the balcony, Micah looked down at the big
living room that had a couch that was to the right of the recliner, both
looking directly at the TV, though the recliner had a better view. He watched
Miss Shaw take a swig of her beer and her pedicured feet caught his attention
again, even though he wished they hadn't.

When they got in the living room, Annie took a seat on the far end of the
couch away from her mother and then motioned for Micah that it was OK for him
to sit on the couch too. Thinking that sitting right next to Annie wasn't a
good idea, he sat on the other end of the couch much too close to Miss Shaw.
He could smell the stench of a really cheap cigarette that had been butted in
an ashtray.

"What are we watching?" Micah said with a loud, friendly tone.

"Shhh!" Miss Shaw said loudly as she put her pointer finger up to her lips and
not looking away from the TV. Micah looked over at Annie who was giving him a
look of disapproval.

"We don't talk while my mom's watching her shows," Annie said with a loud
whisper.

Micah didn't want to look at Miss Shaw again but unable to help it, he shot a
discreet look in her direction. She was moving the beer can away from her
mouth after just taking a swig. She still stared at the TV and to Micah she
looked tense and ready to snap. He looked back at Annie who was sitting up but
scrunched up in the corner of the couch like she was trying to be as far away
from Micah as possible. He could see her rugged looking soles from the
position she was sitting in.

Micah looked at the soap opera on the TV screen, thinking about how he needed
to get out of here as soon as possible. He tried to think about his exit
strategy with the fact that he wasn't allowed to talk making it even more
difficult to come up with what he was going to do. The show broke to a
commercial about laundry detergent and Micah got prepared to make his
departure. If Miss Shaw was going to yell at him for talking during
commercials, she could go ahead and kick him out since he was leaving anyway.

"I'm gonna go upstairs for a bit," Annie said before Micah could get a word
out and he just sat there in disbelief.

He watched her quickly get up with her back to him as she made her way towards
the staircase. He was trying to force himself just to say he was going to
leave anyway but with Annie already on her way up the stairs, he realized his
opportunity to do that without making it super awkward had passed. He heard
Annie's feet walking along the balcony and when he looked up and saw her
bedroom door close, he wondered what the hell she could have gone up there to
do.

He awkwardly looked at Miss Shaw and suddenly wished the commercials were over
with so he could just keep quiet like she wanted and not feel like he had any
obligation to talk to her. Miss Shaw was still looking straight at the TV, now
showing a coffee commercial, looking like she felt no discomfort. Micah didn't
do as well with awkward situations, especially if it was just him and one more
person. He felt his teeth clench as his body sunk into the couch while he
tried to get comfortable.

"If you're going to lounge all over my furniture at least get me another
beer," she said with the same mean tone that she had when she warned him she
was going to spank him, not a hint of joking in her voice.

"Yeah, sure," he said nervously, ashamed with himself that he still felt the
need to impress her. He pushed himself up as Miss Shaw still sat in the same
position, looking at the TV, while she held up her empty beer car in his
direction, shaking it back and forth a bit.

"Beers are in the refrigerator in the kitchen," she said as she pointed with
her free hand behind her. "There's a recycling bag there too. Make sure you
throw this in there and not the garbage. If they're gonna keep jacking up the
beer and cigarette prices, they're not getting my five cents on top of that."

Micah smiled at her as he took the beer can from her but she didn't look at
him. He went back to the kitchen that had a plate of chicken wing bones on it.
He looked at the floor to see a white garbage bag that had a bunch of empty
cans in it, then added Miss Shaw's most recent empty. He opened the
refrigerator and first saw some condiment bottles, eggs, and some deli meat in
a plastic bag before he saw a bunch of Natural Ice cans on the bottom shelf.
He picked one up, felt how cold it felt on his hand, then walked back out into
the living room. He saw Miss Shaw's show was back on but he also saw her
wiggling her toes a bit in front of the TV. Looking at her showcasing her feet
like that while she sent him to get her beer made him resent her. He couldn't
take his eyes from her feet for whatever reason and the more he looked at them
the more he disliked her.

"One beer," he said, trying to be friendly as he handed it to her and then
quickly quieted down, not wanting to get scolded for talking during her show.

"Couldn't even open the can for me?" she said as she aggressively grabbed it
from him. "Get on your knees and rub my feet."

"I beg your pardon?" he said thinking he couldn't have heard her right but
knowing he did the more it sunk in.

"You're in my house so rub my feet." That time he had no doubt what she said.

"I gotta get going anyway."

"GET ON YOUR KNEES AND RUB MY FEET OR I'LL PULL DOWN YOUR PANTS AND SMACK YOUR
ASS RIGHT HERE!"

The ferocity in her voice scared him and he thought about how Annie said not
to mess with her. The same Annie that had outwrestled him although as he
looked down at Miss Shaw looking up at him, the stiff look on her face
suggested that if they ended up fighting, she wasn't just going to wrestle him
down, she was going to hurt him as bad as she could and take pleasure in it.
Her eyes were locked with his as she battled for power with him. Didn't this
woman realize that he was one of the highest revenue producers at the company
that her daughter worked at? Didn't Annie tell her that? Didn't she realize
that if it weren't for him, her daughter probably wouldn't even have a job?
Annie's paycheck probably contributed to her living and she wouldn't even be
able to drink that beer without him. He looked up at Annie's bedroom door,
still closed. She had to have heard Miss Shaw yell, people outside probably
heard it, but Annie wasn't going to be coming down. He looked back down at
Miss Shaw. Annie could beat him up and he was sure she was right that Miss
Shaw could beat him up too because he was a fucking wimp and that was what
motivated him to sell so well at work because it was the first time in his
life that he felt tough. But here he was down in South County where they drank
Natural Ice at townie bars, where they didn't dress nice at bars, where adults
still lived with their parents, and they went on dates where they didn't have
to spend money.

His stomach turned at just the thought of her pulling down his pants. Maybe
he'd be able to stop her, but if he couldn't. He didn't know if he could live
it down if he got down and massaged an older woman's feet because he was
afraid of her. But no one had to know, though. If Annie did come out and see
it, she could go blab about it at work if she wanted, no one was going to
believe an admin assistant from South County. Just do it and get out, it was
better than getting beaten up and spanked.

As he got down on his knees he saw Miss Shaw's stern look crack a bit of a
smirk of satisfaction as she watched him like she was making sure he didn't
try and run off. He kneeled in front of those wrinkly bare soles that looked
so big now that they were right in his face. He couldn't even see her face
anymore from his angle, just her big mature feet.

As he moved his hands closer to her feet he caught a whiff of them, a fresh
smell to them though he could smell some of the floor on them as well. He
grabbed the ball of her left foot with both hands and as he began rubbing it
he felt like even more of a bitch. The sales stud of the office now in some
poor woman's house, rubbing her feet, as she drank cheap beer and watched dumb
shit on TV.

"Do the other foot now," she said with a tone in her voice that sounded like
she was really enjoying it, but even more than that - she sounded horny.

He moved his hands to the other foot and as he rubbed that soft, mature foot,
he began thinking of how he could get revenge on Annie for this. She could
beat him up, that really bothered him, but he was the one with the money, he
was the one with the better job. There had to be some way to get her fired and
he was going to be keeping a close eye on her from now on at work. He'd report
any misconduct he saw her doing to Josiah, maybe he'd even make something up
if he could set her up for something somehow. Josiah would surely believe him
over her. He heard Miss Shaw moan a bit and when he peeked up over her feet,
he saw that her arm was in between her robe. She was really looking
comfortable laying back in the recliner and he could tell that she was
masturbating.

"You are fucking good at rubbing feet," she said before he could be disgusted,
her voice now sounding very relaxed, almost as if she was drunk, much
different than the tension that had been in it before. "Get up and drop your
pants for me."

He immediately let go of her foot and stood up, looking down at her lying
there looking much too comfortable. "I'm leaving," he said, now speaking stern
without fear in his voice. She looked less frightening when she was relaxed.

"Like hell you are," she said.

She used her feet and legs alone to push the footrest of the recliner down and
she sat up straight and looked up at him. She was trying to intimidate him but
it wasn't going to work anymore. He was too angry to be afraid and now that he
got a better look at her body, he figured this woman couldn't weigh more than
120 pounds. He didn't care what Annie said, he wasn't going to be afraid of
her.

"Bye," he said.

He started to turn his body but before he could get anywhere, Miss Shaw kicked
out her legs and wrapped them around his right thigh. He tried to pull away
but she started to squeeze and it felt like two steel bars were squishing his
leg.

"Let go of me!" he yelled, loud enough so Annie should be able to hear. He
wanted her to come down and see what her mother was doing. He still tried to
pull free but her legs were tightened around his skinny thigh so strongly
there was no way he was moving. He looked down at the proud look on her face
that she was winning.

"Annie, get down here!" Miss Shaw then yelled, her voice so loud it was
vibrating his insides a bit. "And bring my rubbers out of my room."

He looked up, saw Annie's door open immediately, and she was walking to the
next room without looking downstairs. Now feeling more desperate, he tried
harder to pull free but no amount of adrenaline or determination was going to
allow him to get free from those legs. He looked at her bitchy face looking up
at him, still so proud that she was beating him. The only way he was going to
get free was if he punched her in the face. Was he allowed to do that to an
older woman? In this case he didn't care. He just needed to get out of here,
no one was going to believe this bitch anyway, he could just say she must have
been beaten up by one of those trashy guys he had seen at the bar.

He leaned forward so he could get closer to punch her and Miss Shaw grabbed
the collar of his shirt with her left hand and twisted before he could do
anything. Before he knew it, she had yanked him towards her and her right fist
punched him in the nose. He got one quick look at the smile on her face before
she punched him in the face three more times. He started crying
uncontrollably, put his hands up to his face to guard it, and then stood back
up, his hands still covering his face as he cried, while her legs were still
locked securely around his thigh.

"Your friend here isn't being a very good guest," he heard Miss Shaw say and
even with the tears coming down his face, he moved his hands from his face to
see Annie standing there. "I told him to pull down his pants, and he's not
doing it. Who does he think he is?"

"You better tell your mother to get off of me!" he said to Annie, trying to
sound firm, though he knew they could both hear his fear. He felt a bit better
now that she was here. "You don't want the office finding out you were giving
me problems."

"Please, just do what she says," Annie said, almost compassionately. "It will
be a lot better for you that way."

"Annie, shut up and hold his arms behind his back for me!" Miss Shaw yelled.

Micah gave Annie a pleading look and she looked indifferent but she wouldn't
look at him. He cried a bit more as he unsuccessfully tried one more time to
pull free from Miss Shaw's legs. Annie walked up behind him, grabbed his arms,
and held them behind his back. He struggled but his arms were completely
immobilized and Miss Shaw let go of his leg. Miss Shaw stood up, grabbed his
belt, and started to undo it.

"Stop ... " Micah yelled and he was about to yell more but Annie covered his
mouth with her hand before any more noise could get out.

"Better shut up or you're gonna get punched in the mouth," Miss Shaw said as
she started pulling his pants down. "You wanna start crying again?"

Micah tried even harder to pull his arms free but Annie's arms were so much
stronger than his that she didn't even have to struggle. Miss Shaw seemed
indifferent to his squirming as she took his boxers shorts down to his ankles.
She looked at his dick curiously.

"Oh my God," Annie said, looking over his shoulder, so she was talking right
into his ear. "He's so small."

"He's from North County, what do you expect?" Miss Shaw said. "But I can do
something about that."

He felt the strong grip of her mature hand wrap around his cock and as he felt
it quickly thickening in her grip before she had even done anything. She
stroked his cock actually doing so gentler than he would have expected, and he
thought about how this actually would have felt extremely enjoyable if it was
being done under different circumstances and by Annie instead of her. His cock
didn't know the difference, though, and he legitimately thought it had gotten
bigger than it ever had been. Miss Shaw let go, moved back a bit, and looked
at it like she was admiring her work.

"Give me a rubber to put on him," Miss Shaw said. "I know my tubes are tied
and that I'm clean, and I'm not worried about him not being clean if he's from
North County but I don't want him worrying about it later."

Micah was mildly touched by her consideration for him until he looked back
into the pure evil in her eyes. Annie further showed off her strength as she
let go of him with one arm and hooked both of his arms with his one arm, still
able to hold him, as she handed Miss Shaw the condom. He watched Miss Shaw
open the wrapper and as she started putting the condom on his penis which
hadn't lost even a little bit of size since she had taken her hand off of it,
he started to struggle again.

"Hey I'm not gonna fight you on this," Miss Shaw said as she pulled her hands
away and held the condom in one hand. "Like I said, I don't care if you want
to wear it or not."

She gave him a look like she was going to try again and he let out a little
whine which was his form of agreement. He felt Miss Shaw putting it on him
carefully, handling his cock like she was a doctor or something, the feeling
of her doing so making him feel so violated that it felt much worse than when
she was punching him.

Miss Shaw finished up, undid her robe, then took it off and threw it aside so
she was just standing there in a pajama tank-top and what she had on below her
waist he couldn't tell if it was underwear or very short shorts. He saw some
stretch marks on her belly that was otherwise quite toned and he actually saw
that she had a bit of a six pack. She took off the rest of what she was
wearing, fell directly backwards into the recliner, put the footrest back up,
and leaned back so she was lying almost completely flat. Micah whined again
and tried a bit to struggle, though Annie's strong arms were another reminder
that there was no point in that.

"Just try and enjoy this," Annie said quietly into his ear and he could hear a
hint of compassion in her voice. "There's no reason that you shouldn't be able
to."

Annie felt a lot less compassionate as she roughly pushed him forward towards
Miss Shaw. Once he was close enough, Miss Shaw grabbed a hold of his cock like
she owned it and started to force it inside of her well-shaven pussy. Annie
pushed right under her waist into his ass then pulled him back a bit with her
arms.

"Harder!" Miss Shaw yelled and Annie started to get rougher as she pushed her
entire body into his back before pulling it back a bit, and then she proceeded
to continue with that motion. "Fucking harder, both of you!"

Doing the majority of the work, Annie got more aggressive as she thrust
Micah's weak body back and forth. Miss Shaw was letting out loud yells that
Micah had no legitimate idea if they were yells of anger or pleasure. Her head
was back and her eyes were closed with a tense look on her face like she was
about to go down the steep hill of a roller coaster she was terrified of.
Micah's body was completely under Annie's control as she continued to thrust
him back and forth.

"Fucking harder!" Miss Shaw yelled even louder. "Are either of you good for
fucking anything, do it harder!!"

Her voice now had a monstrous sound to it that made her sound like some sort
of a demon. He could tell how much effort Annie was putting into it, not just
by how hard she was thrusting him back and forth, but also because her arms
were seizing his so tightly that it felt like she might break them. Despite
the fear he felt, his cock felt like it was going to explode inside of Miss
Shaw. She was yelling with such angry sounding yells now that he feared if he
came before she did that she might legitimately kill him.

"Oh yeah!" she said with hateful satisfaction. "There you fucking go, keep
fucking me just like that, come on, COME ON!"

He let out another whine, partly of fear, and partly of just being overwhelmed
that his excited little cock felt like it was going to legitimately explode.
Miss Shaw's yells were starting to sound less angry and more satisfied but
that didn't make them any less frightening. He felt himself starting to cum
and he tried to think of anything he could to prevent that but it was coming
and there was nothing he was going to be able to do to stop it.

"Oh fuck yeah!" Miss Shaw yelled. "Fucking harder, come on!"

She sounded satisfied but he felt himself cum and he tried to see if he could
keep himself going thinking she wasn't done yet. That lasted for a few more
seconds and then he got afraid when he realized it wasn't going to happen.
Miss Shaw was grunting in a way where he couldn't tell if she was angry or out
of breath.

"That was good and much needed," Miss Shaw said, sounding almost relieved.
"Get him out of me." Annie yanked Micah backwards as his cock swung around a
bit with the condom still on it. "Get yourself dressed, throw that rubber in
the garbage, and get out of my house," Miss Shaw said. "Make sure it goes in
the garbage, so help me God, if find it in with my cans or on my floor. Go!"

She kicked him in the thigh hard enough to make his eyes water up and he
realized he felt so disgusting and worthless right then that he started
crying. Miss Shaw gave him a threatening look, Annie let go of him, and he
pulled his pants back up. He scurried away towards the kitchen and once he got
in there he quietly sobbed more as he pulled down his pants enough to take the
condom off of him, his hands shaking as he put in the garbage, terrified that
he might drop it on the floor. He buttoned his pants then ran out into the
living room, thinking that the women were looking at him, but not sure and not
caring. The front door seemed like it was a mile away as he ran towards it as
his heart pounded. His brain felt like it was bouncing around in his head as
he ran and it felt like that if he wasn't out that door soon, he was going to
go crazy. He ran out into the dark and ran towards his vehicle, his skin
feeling like there was bugs crawling all over it. He looked up at the night
sky seeing nothing but clouds and he heard the front door open.

"Hey Micah, wait a sec," Annie said with an extremely sensitive sounding tone.

"Get away from me!" he yelled as he sprinted towards his Range Rover. He had a
good jump on her but once he got to his vehicle and tried to unlock it with
his fob, Annie had caught up with him. When he hit the unlock button, Annie
grabbed him by the wrist.

"I am so sorry about that," she said genuinely and quietly.

"Let go of me," he said, also quietly, knowing from her quiet voice that being
loud wasn't going to be in his best interest.

"Hey come on, I'm so sorry," she said softly. She used her free hand to try
and turn his head towards her and the feeling of her hand touching his face
made his whole body shiver. He abruptly turned his head in the other
direction.

"Let go of me!" he said sternly and he was so upset that he was almost able to
pull his wrist from her grip, but not quite. He pulled again and it hurt his
wrist but he didn't care. The feeling of her touching him made him feel dirty
and it felt far worse than the pain. He kept pulling, determined to get free
and he felt like he could.

"Alright, alright, I'll let you go," she said and she let go of his wrist but
then grabbed him by the hair and forced him to look at her. "If I let you go,
can I trust you to keep quiet about this? You're not going to do anything
stupid and go to the cops, are you?"

"No, I won't, you can trust me," he lied. Looking into the eyes of the woman
that contributed to his rape made him feel lifeless and he just wanted to look
away, but when he turned his head, she yanked his hair forcing him to face her
again.

"OK good," she said, as tears came down his face, just wanting so badly to be
in his car so he could go home. "Because if you try reporting what happened,
you're gonna have to report it to the South County police. And I promise you
no South County cop is going to give a shit if some guy from North County is
down here complaining about something that the women down here did to him. My
mom's friends with a couple of the cops down here too. You go to them, we'll
find out, and then we're going to come find you. So can I trust you to be
cool?"

"Mmm-hmm," he said affirmatively, tears coming down his face, and now he was
telling the truth.

"You are so awesome," she said as she squeezed his hair what felt like as
tight as she could, forcing him to look in her eyes as she gave him a sexy
look. "I don't kiss on the first date but I kiss on the second if I like the
guy."

She forced his face towards hers and he closed his eyes as he felt her wet
lips kiss his. She didn't give him any tongue but she was really giving him a
powerful kiss that seemed like it was never ending. When she finally let go he
felt her wetness all over his lips and he gave them a big wipe with his
sleeve.

"See ya," she said.

When she finally let go of him and turned away, he jumped in his car and
slammed the door shut. He tried moving the key to the ignition but his arm
felt like it weighed a hundred pounds and it just flopped down to his side.
All of his skin now felt like it had bugs crawling over it and he felt like he
wanted a shower so badly. But he also felt paralyzed and he couldn't get his
arm up to get the key to the ignition. He sat there crying thinking about how
badly he wanted a shower but how his body did not feel capable of making that
long drive back to North County.

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