Two

She tapped fingers impatiently against the keyboard as the forum loaded. She knew on the slow loading days the Admins had managed to try some new piece of code that always wanted to spit at her. As her skin loaded she breathed a sigh of relief, Well thank God for small favors, no new code.. She took a moment to just smile at her favorite skin, that grin always made her day. A fine brow arched to see the personal message flag flashing. So someone wanted a new background, or a new avatar for the forum, it was the only time she was messaged generally speaking.

Her eyes widened in surprise to see a message called questions from a new member. Clicking open the message she shook her head, another darkside girl obviously considering the usage of the term darlin, and the quip about Jon’s ass. Well Miss WhoDaresWins lets just see if your old enough to get that password. Falling into serious moderator mode she quickly accessed the personal info area and glanced through the offered info with a soft mutter, “well hell honey, couldn’t you be a bit more original? Richie’s birthdate? Sheesh.” Well the date of birth made her old enough. Sure she could have lied. Online it was a bit hard to check ID, but since the birthdate said she was old enough she could send the password.

Backtracking to her inbox she clicked the message open and hit reply.

RE: questions from a new member

Well hello there WhoDaresWin.

Welcome to the forum! As to your first question, your in luck and I do happen to have the password. When prompted just key in the words bonjovirocks ((just like that no capital letters or spaces ok?)) Hope you enjoy the fic, and let me warn ya, you might wanna bring a glass of ice or something cold, it can get kinda heated in there.

Now as to your second question. Why are there so many skins? Why because there are so many Jovi girls out there with different likes and tastes, and honey I can’t even begin to explain their crazy little idiosyncrasies. I myself am a dark-side girl, and I’m betting your more dark-side than fur freak right? Fur freaks tend to ask why so few Jonny skins, and you simply asked why the ass? Ya can't tell me you hate looking at Jon's ass, even us dark side girls can appreciate that right?

Hope this helped, Enjoy your stay here, and if you have any more questions don’t hesitate to ask.

RosaryD.

After hitting the send key she clicked the link to the main forum and scrolled down to the Richie Fiction area. She’d had a new fic in mind for days and it was finally time to post up the first chapter. Opening up the new thread box she began to type.

Roadside Assistance

I finally find you, two hours after your call and man do you look sexily frustrated as you lean against the new car. I can hear your mutters now, as you scan the horizon for me to appear. Of course you’re expecting the hummer or even the Aston for the small rescue mission you’ve set for me, but you’re stranded, that new car leaving you to suffer the heat, so of course I’ll have to go you one better. Its my one small obsession these days, taking you by surprise, and taking you often.

I reach up to straighten the cheap bad blonde wig I’ve acquired for this mission, a wicked grin flickering on my lips. You so won’t be looking for what I’m driving, maybe you’ll be a bit cautious, wary as the tall blonde stranger exits the RV. As I pull closer my eyes widen to see you there, learning against the car as the heat ripples in the air seem to make even your skin gleam. You don’t even look hot at all, what’s up with that?

I pull to the shoulder of the road and sit there, motor idling and study you intently. You’re dressed in silk, white silk that with the heat is molded to your body like a second skin. Biting back a groan I watch as you shift slightly, your head tilting back as a secretive grin slides onto those plush lips I so like attacking with my own.

My brow arches as you reach into the car for a cup, your slender fingers plucking a solitary piece of ice from its confines only to run it along your neck slowly. God dammit woman, you know what that does to me and you’re doing it for a virtual stranger? You and I just might have to have a little talk once I’ve rescued you.

Your head twists towards where I am sitting, alone in the RV and the wickedest smile I’ve ever seen graces your face as you swirl the ice over your lips and down along that swan like neck of yours. Is that a teasing smile I see? Fuck if it ain’t.

Swinging the door open I step from the RV, a calm look on my face. I know I look nothing like myself with the cheap wig and sunglasses and your look of uncertainty just brings out the devil in me. I love keeping you off center. Stepping towards you I lean in, my blood beginning to heat as your nipples perk and show plainly underneath your damp silk blouse. Reaching out, my thumb traces along the same path you had previously ran the ice. “Seems like someone needs a little road side assistance.”

You glance up at me, heat in your startling eyes and I know then that you planned this, and that I have been pulled into one of your often wild and fun games. Your voice grows husky as you flick that sinful tongue against your lips. “Well yes, I think I do. Are you the stranger that will help poor little me?”

Fuck yeah, I’m just the man.




Reading over what she typed she made a few adjustments, then smiled and clicked the post button. For good or bad it was posted. She could only hope they liked the beginning.