Joker 04: Tension

Have you ever felt the static charge in the air before a powerful lightning bolt dances through the sky? How about that deep bellowing of a thunderclap? Can you smell the rain before the thunderstorm? Does it excite you? I've always been the idjit who gets really amped up before a really good thunderstorm. I'm the idjit outside in it, drenched to the bone, trying to capture a picture of that lightning bolt dancing across the sky. But this electric charge.... your author can't find the proper words to accurately encompass that lightning.

Dear lord, that man! What's the hottest flame, white? Yea, that's how I'm running... white hot. I still dunno how the fuck he got under my skin... but I'd really love it if there was nothing BUT skin been us. My body temperature has been sky high for days already. Masturbation barely tames my desire. I'm haunted by images all day, all night. Dammit!! I'm going to hell.

Throb, throb, throb my clit pulses with my increased heart rate... 12 hours in a cooler with Joker working right beside me. FUCK! If I were wearing panties, they'd be soaked. I should have brought my vibrator to work, I just knew it was going to be a rough night working the same shift as Joker. FUCK! I wouldn't REALLY change it though... glutton for punishment.

I really wanted to get a rise out of him. I threw on some red lipstick, eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara. I put on a compression shirt with a real cool sleeve design, t-shirt that said "It's hard to soar with Eagles when you work with Turkeys"... Sam the Eagle, Muppets.... Sarcastic & Sassy, some dreamcatcher pocketed Miss Me jeans, my cowboy boots, a leather jacket, ball cap, and braided my hair in a single braid running down my back. I WANTED him to give that a tug. It WAS intentional.

Well, his ass was running behind so all the cooler guys got a real entertaining show with me walking into the breakroom. Lmao... their comments..

"I ain't never seen you look like that before!"

"Yea, well I CAN be a girl when I wanna be."

"You look like you should be headed to the club not heading into work!"

"Nah, this isn't a club outfit. A club outfit would be MMUUCCHH worse... or better... than this one."

"Ah, so you'd be the red dress lady at the club."

"Yea," another pipes up, " probably a SHORT red dress at that!"

"Nah fellas, red is for other things."

"Damn! Whatcher favorite color? Blue? Black? Purple?"

At this point I'm standing in line to purchase a lunchable.

"Hey! P says he's buying! Put it on HIS tab!"

"That's ok, I make my OWN money."

"Ain't you ever been treated? Take it ad being treated!"

"Like I said boys, I make my own money."

So, their meeting starts. All of them notice Joker's absence and I'm honestly starting to think he punked out of his shift. Fuck it, I mean, I DID feel real sexy today anyway... the rest of the guys get to enjoy it even though I only intended for one to.... Then he finally shows up. The guys are all picking on him and he doesn't even know it.

"You're gonna have to start the meeting over! Re-do!"

I thought his jaw was gonna hit the floor when he spotted me in the back of the room. I just smirked. Yep. Got the reaction I WANTED, I haven't even stood up yet. I finish my lunchable and stand up, time for me to throw my warm gear on and prepare for my own "morning" meeting. I wish I coulda seen his face when he heard the boot heel click. Little bit country. Little bit rock &roll. But ALWAYS a walking contradiction.

I was born in the Cusp of Oscillation. I'm a Cancer/Leo. Water and fire. Two of the most contradicting zodiac signs. You really never know which side is going to pop through at any moment. I can be quiet and reserved then in an instant turn super spicy (on many levels) and be so rambunctious and rowdy. It's actually hilarious and a good time for all involved. Bookworm or life of the party, it's all a roll of the dice fated by chance.... although the dice have been more loaded lately. Spicy, sassy, rambunctious, slightly devious, bold... yea, that side had been pretty prevalent, but Joker's stoking that fiery Leo side.

Our every interaction is laden with burning hot sexual tension. I can see he's barely in control of himself and he can see the same in me. It's invigorating and hot to me. A pull on his lanyard, a graze of his fingers, grabbing his sides to spook him (he's done made me squeak several times by spooking me, turnabout is fair fucking play dammit!)... I've not touched him much.... but boy, the response I get the pleasure of witnessing. Mmmm. Lovely. Wonder how many times he's caught me looking him up and down? Even clothed, he's such a delectable feast for my eyes! I see the fire that dances in him as it does in me when I catch his eyes. I feel the heat and electricity bouncing between us like a Tesla coil and a metal rod. Oh, he's dangerous to me, but I'm beginning to think that I'm not the only one who thinks that.

Hours stuck at work together. Yea... we work amongst throwing cat calls, glances, and down right sexual ideas at each other. He breathes that slow, trying to retain control breath as often as I do. It's torture, lord it's torture, but I wouldn't give a single second back in regret.

I'm not sure what snapped in him, but he broke. Maybe it was the swaying of my braid as I walk in circles making sure my machine is running, maybe it's because of all the tension, MAYBE it's the fire he was so close to see in me... but he did finally wrap that braid of mine around that hand of his and lightly bring my head back. I let it fall with the tug. I wonder if he heard the little moan that went with it. Hmmm. I know he saw the gritted teeth, "DAMN YOU" look and probably heard the low growl afterward.

The thought of having a remote controlled/cell controlled vibrator crossed my mind, especially after regretting NOT bringing my vibrator with me to ease at least SOME, although tiny, amount of the sexual tension he gives me... giving him control. Hours later, he brought the idea up. It was the second time he was playing catch up with my thoughts. LMAO!! At least we're having the same ideas.

I want his hand on my throat, I've said so in earlier chapters/escapades/confessions. He knows this. I had to laugh a little bit when he put his big old paw up like he was gonna, while I raised an eyebrow at him, and he got himself a little uncomfortable. I asked him if he needed to go somewhere colder... he actually told me yes, the freezer. The humor in this Joker, it's astounding! I know there's truth to it though, I'm sorry that I'm not sorry about the effect my presence has on him. I'm just glad I'm not male and can wear multiple layers to hide my arousal. I become very juicy in his presence. Long, slow, controlled breaths... all the while aching to find some country road and let all of it loose.... beds are overrated.