These characters were first introduced in the five chapters of "Not Exactly What He Had In Mind!"
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Keeley is a dancer who has just left her abusive boyfriend. She was brutally attacked in her own apartment by her ex-boyfriend and a female coworker from her strip club.
Keeley is now living in the tiny apartment of her favorite male customer. After months of serious talks, massages and dances, he eagerly agrees to help her out. They've been teasing each other relentlessly at the strip club and now they live together in very tight quarters. The sexual tension between them has finally exploded.
While Keeley struggles to heal both her bruised body and soul, she inadvertantly makes the process even more bumpy for them.
Please note that this story started in the BDSM section, for obvious reasons. Their story does not seem to fit cleanly in any one category. I will move each part into the category that seems to suit it best from now on.
Please check my list of stories if you are having a hard time finding the next chapter.
If BDSM overtones totally offends you, please do not read those initial chapters. The BDSM is always within the context of the story and what happened back then will affect them both for a long time to come.
This story is about what happens when two highly sexual people, with troubled pasts, meet and fall in love. If you do like these characters, and want to know how they got to this point, I strongly suggest that you DO read the earlier work.
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Something kept waking me up, although Keeley looked to be sleeping soundly right beside me.
The bed sheet was down around her hips leaving her small perfect breasts exposed. I watched them move up and down as she breathed. Just the sight of her areolas and nipples caused my cock to stir yet again. Her long red curls had escaped from her loosely tied pony tail. Although her face was mostly covered by the wealth of her hair, I could still see that her lips curved upwards in a slight dreamy smile. She looked relaxed, contented and oh so very beautiful.
The pain from her attack on Saturday night was finally beginning to fade . . . but it would be a long while before certain private parts of her body recovered . . . and even longer for the bruises on her wrists and ankles to finally go away.
The candles had burned themselves out long ago. The small bedroom was now only dimly lit by the night light in the bathroom. Fuzzy headed from days of lacking the right amount of sleep, I slowly tried to pinpoint the cause of my problem. I looked over at the clock yet again and sighed deeply.
It was almost 4pm. In three more hours I would be clocking in for my third night shift of the week. I usually woke up at 6pm and was at my desk booting up my computers by 7pm. Then it was a long 12 hour shift of fixing other designers' mistakes.
All I usually wanted to do after a shift was stumble up the three flights of stairs to my tiny little apartment and collapse. That was my normal routine at least four days a week. Sometimes I had to work five or even six shifts a week. Making lazy graphic artists look like geniuses paid well, but the lack of recognition or even a simple 'thank you' was discouraging.
If I wasn't a night person to begin with . . . and enjoyed the work itself so much . . . I would have quit a long, long time ago.
I stifled a loud yawn. Even when I pulled 18 days straight on that big project last year, I wasn't this exhausted. So why couldn't I sleep? I looked around the room to see if there was something I was overlooking. The bedroom windows were blacked out. A definite must for day sleepers. Everything seemed quiet. No noisy neighbors to put up with because everyone that lived in my building was still at work. This was the top floor so no one was walking around on my "ceiling."
Something still wasn't right and I just knew it would be obvious if I wasn't so tired. Keeley had worn us both out pretty well last night, too. A slight bump shook the bedroom door. After a moment it happened again, but this time it was accompanied by a slight meow.
Ruthy!
I carefully slid out of bed trying to keep from waking up Keeley. I padded naked over to the bedroom door and opened it up just wide enough for my cat to slip through. The light streaming in from the rest of the apartment lit up the bedroom. I could now see the massage oil and small towels still sitting on Keeley's nightstand.
She looked even more wonderful to me and her pale skin seemed to almost glow. I just stood there staring at her, until she turned over and away from light. Peeking out the bedroom door, I saw that we had left the heavy night shades open on the other windows. Only the venetian blinds were closed.
Keeley must have woken up sometime this morning and shut the bedroom door to keep out the light. But she forgot that she was locking out the 'real' owner of the apartment. I reached down to pet my irate cat and got my hand swatted for my trouble. Putting my scratched fingers in my mouth, I quickly went to pull down the inner shades on each window. They had been a real pain to install correctly but they worked wonderfully, if I do say so myself.
After the last one was down I went into the kitchen to check Ruthy's water and food bowls. Even though they weren't empty, I refilled them anyway. That got me a purr and a head butt from my little guard cat. "Just meow next time . . . and don't knock your self silly trying to break the door down with your head. It wasn't my fault this time either! Really! Scratch the person responsible for it next time!"
Ruthy did her little cat dance running between my legs as an apology.
I managed not to trip over her as I went back to the bedroom and quietly made it into the bathroom. Taking a chance with angering Ruthy again, I closed the bathroom door for a moment. Hopefully Keeley wouldn't hear me running the sink or flushing the toilet. I slowly reopened the door and Keeley still looked sound asleep in the dim light.
I carefully slid back into bed and looked at the clock again. I still hoped I could get at least an hours more sleep before I had to start my 'day'. I was so tempted to reach over and pull Keeley to me. I wanted very much to feel her naked body against mine again. As I raised my arm up towards her, a slight thump interrupted me.
Ruthy had jumped up on the dresser to claim her normal sleeping perch. I paused and watched her turn around in a few circles before she laid down. Her eyes glowed reproachfully at me and I lowered my arm back down. As soon as I did, my cat's eyes closed, although one of them seemed to slit back open to keep spying on me.
Just what I needed, a feline chaperone!
Giving up, I closed my own eyes and tried not to think about the naked redhead in bed beside me. Despite thoughts of lust and worries about our situation, I eventually managed to drift off to sleep.
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