Chapter 17
*~* Cannon *~*
Three days! Three long, boring, drawn-out, lingering days.
Two left and I should be free of this damn room.
If my quarantine gets extended, I’m going to break out and stay at a hotel, motel, boarding house, or anywhere but in this room.
A tent in the desert would be preferable to this.
I understand why people on solo expeditions can go mad.
I’ve always enjoyed my own company, but I’m really starting to piss myself off now.
When my phone pings I grab it and check to see if it is a message from Barbara.
I think she is as bored as I am. She started sending me pictures of herself in lingerie.
That was very pleasant and a welcome diversion…
at first. When they went from lingerie to naked parts, things got heated very quickly.
She must have been enjoying herself as they became raunchier with each picture.
Seeing one of her boobs hanging out of her bra caught me unaware, I have to say.
It was sexy as hell, but not what I was expecting.
Then she sent pictures of herself squeezing them.
Next came pictures of her teasing her nipples with her tongue.
I’m not sure how she thought this was helping because I was ready to smash the wall down between us, and I had my own hardened tool to do it.
I had a shower that resulted in me making a mess of the cubicle walls.
Today's picture starts with her in lingerie again. She is in stockings, panties, and a bra that enhances her cleavage to epic proportions. Oh my God. If she is going to repeat yesterday's flow of messages, my quarantine isn’t going to last another day, never mind two.
I was tempted to return the favor, but I’ve never been a ‘dick-pic’ kinda guy. Women’s pictures are far more attractive than anything a man has. I suppose I am biased in that respect.
Feeling my dick beginning to respond to Barbara exactly how I would normally want it to, I close the picture and try to divert my attention elsewhere.
Pres must have convinced everyone how serious he is about keeping me in the dark about my pickup, as no one is telling me a great deal about anything.
I pick up most of my information by listening at the door as people are chatting in the hallway.
I’ve noticed that it is usually Vortex and Prophet that seem to chat outside my door.
I’m thankful for their efforts, and at the same time, hope they don’t get caught by Pres.
I was more than a little angry when I heard what had happened to Mateo.
My initial reaction was wanting to tear Fury apart for letting it happen.
Listening to the whole story, I realized that it had happened so fast and that Mateo was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
No one could have seen that coming. I will, however, be looking to be part of the payback for that.
The would-be Senator Haroldson was behind that, and he needs to be reined in before he kills someone.
Oh, too late. He had his father killed so he could be the kingpin in his little criminal empire.
I almost forgot that little nugget. I bet there have been others he has stepped on to get to the top spot.
He bought a ranch recently, so he’s more than likely spending quite some time there enjoying his newfound wealth and power.
It’s probably full of drugs, blond bimbo gold-diggers and totally useless henchmen.
If it takes three of them to beat up on one prospect, they can’t be worth much.
That sounds a little unfair to the prospects.
They train hard and are not shy when it comes to stepping up for the club, or themselves.
They wouldn’t be prospects for long if they were damn wallflowers.
There have been two more pictures from Barbara and I’m on the verge of rushing next door and ravishing her in her lingerie…
or not. I thought she was quite the demure, shy kind of gal, but it just shows how wrong you can be.
I love the idea of her having this uninhibited, sexy side and can’t wait to explore it with her.
Her timing is a little off, you might say.
Looking back, I think her timing has been diabolical.
My phone pings, and I almost don’t want to look at it. What on earth is she doing to me? Taking the bull by the horns, I open the message and this time I’m relieved to see no picture, just words. Ha. How many men would be relieved not to see a picture of their woman?
Reading the text message, I frown, then read it again.
When you hear a knock, take the package and follow the instructions.
How cryptic is that? What on earth has she got planned now? If we ever manage to get together as a genuine couple, life will never be boring. That’s for sure.
Grabbing my tablet, I sit on the bed and start scrolling through crap on the internet.
I can spend hours looking at cars, bikes, and boats for sale.
Looking at cars this time has my mind turning to my pickup, so I concentrate on bikes and boats.
I wonder if Barbara will want a bike of her own or whether she’ll be happy on the back of mine?
Jerking awake, I hear an urgent tapping on the door. Not loud banging like I’d expect from a brother, just light urgent tapping. Rolling off the bed, I stretch, cracking my tired bones in the process, and then open the door.
“About freaking time, Cannon. I thought you were supposed to be ready and waiting for this. Not leaving me stuck out here to get caught, for Christ’s sake.” Pattie gives me hell, and I stand there gawking at her. “Take the freaking package, man. What’s the matter with you?”
Pattie thrusts the package into my chest, turns tail and disappears down the hall, muttering and cursing my name as she goes. I look up and down the hall to see if anyone else is around before stepping back into my room.
Sitting back on the bed, I rip open the package and find a note.
Cannon. Be dressed in only what is in the package, nothing else, and ready at 7 p.m. Make sure your door is unlocked. Barbara.
Dressed and ready for what, I wonder? Taking the items out of the package, I am none the wiser as to what the hell is going to happen at 7 p.m. In fact, I am more bewildered than ever.
At six forty-five I am getting dressed as instructed, but still have no clue as to what Barbara has planned.
I’ve stripped naked, and I’m now climbing into a set of disposable coveralls, like people use for DIY or decorating.
There is a paper mask and some safety glasses that I slip on next.
Then a pair of exam gloves finishes the ensemble, or so I think.
Feeling a cool breeze on my man parts, I notice a hole strategically cut in the front of the coveralls.
When I inspect it further, I find a pack of condoms taped to the leg.
Seriously? I’m supposed to stick my dick through the hole and wear a condom? What the ever-loving fuck? It’s five minutes to seven, so I don’t have time to question this any further.
I rub my cock a few times and get hard enough to accept one of the condoms. I don’t feel that this is going to last long though, if I’m honest.
I’m about to take the damn thing off when the door opens and…a vampire in a black hooded cloak slips into the room. Wearing high heels and stockings, by the look of the feet showing out the bottom of it.
I stand there, mouth hanging open, and then all is revealed. Well, I say all, but that’s not quite accurate. Barbara throws off the cape, and if it’s at all possible, my mouth hangs open even further.
She is wearing a paper mask, safety glasses, and a set of disposable coveralls.
That is where our similarity in clothing ends.
Over the coveralls, she is wearing lingerie.
Black lacy bra, black panties, black garter belt and stockings.
The black is a stark contrast to the white coveralls.
What makes this surreal picture standing before me even more surreal are the strategic holes she has cut in her own suit.
Her boobs are poking out of holes before being encased in the bra.
I can see naked flesh around the front of her tiny panties.
It isn’t until she turns slightly and wiggles her naked ass at me, I finally lose the plot and start laughing.
I don’t mean a giggle, or a snort of laughter.
I mean I lose all my sensibility and guffaw like you wouldn’t believe.
Seeing the look of horror and then anger on her face, I grab her before she can reach the door and escape. Holding her tight, as she squirms to escape, I try to get a grip on myself. Between breaths and tears running down my face, I feel her slowly relaxing.
“I can’t believe how much thought and effort you have put into this whole thing, my love. It is fantastic,” I tell her.
“So fantastic that you almost burst a lung laughing at me.” She has tears in her eyes as she speaks, and I feel so bad for having had this reaction to all her effort.
Taking her to the dresser, I stand beside her so she can see our reflection in the mirror. “It looked so much better in my mind,” she states. “I’ve never wanted to make love so badly as I do with you, but it always goes belly up.”
“How about we stop trying so hard and just let nature take its course? I’m sure that when it happens, it will be amazing.” I hold her close and hug her tightly.
“You had better be the most amazing lover in the world after all this. If anyone tries to interrupt us, I’m going to use Pattie’s shotgun on them, and it won’t be her ‘air shotgun’ either.” Barbara turns slightly and asks, “Does my ass look big in this?”
“It looks awesome. We should definitely do this again when I’m not contagious. I’ll play the part of a plumber and you can be a housewife decorating her new home.” I give her my most salacious grin.
“You can most definitely hold on to that thought, and any similar role-plays you can think up.”
With this, she throws her hooded cape around herself in the most dramatic way ever, slips out the door, and is gone.