***Author’s note*** Okay folks, here’s the scoop. I’ve had this scenario running through my head for about a week now, and it’s driving me nuts. I can’t concentrate on any other writing until I get this out of my system. I finally stopped fighting it while listening to The Cult’s "Sonic Temple" cd last night, which is some of the most purely sexual music that I’ve ever heard. If any of you are Cult fans, then you’ll understand when I tell you that their music is the Undertaker – pure, plain and simple. I apologize for focusing solely on, ahem, "purely physical matters" once more, but damn, I had to write this thing! Enough of my blathering. Here it is. Once more, adult themes apply here.

Mark pulled his Harley up to the bar and parked it, getting off of the bike with a sigh of relief. Stretching his arms behind him, he arched his back, feeling some suppleness returning to his body as his back popped.

Walking into the unfamiliar setting, he let his eyes leisurely scan the interior of the establishment while adjusting his vision accordingly. Making his way over to the bartender, he ordered a beer and a shot of Jack Daniels to accompany it. Spotting a deserted table in the far corner of the room, he walked over to it, thankful that there appeared to be few customers tonight, thus granting him some semblance of privacy.

Taking his seat with a weary sigh, he rubbed his slightly stinging eyes with his large hands and glanced about at the few patrons who were joining him, thankful that they all seem to be too occupied with their own affairs to take much notice of him.

Lifting the glass of beer to his lips he swallowed deeply, closing his eyes in appreciation as he felt the cool liquid flowing down his throat, removing all the road dust that had coated it. Setting his glass back down, he then reached for his whiskey, downing it with one quick swallow, hissing softly as he felt the fire of the drink slightly burn on its way down to his stomach.

Sitting quietly and feeling himself gradually unwind, he finished his beer and then made his way back over to the bartender to order a second one. Declining a second shot of whiskey, he quietly made his way back to his table, drink in hand.

About 30 minutes had passed when the door to the establishment suddenly opened, causing Mark to look up at the new arrival. A woman walked in, striding purposefully towards the bar. Seating herself on a stool, she told the bartender in a slightly husky voice to give her a plain margarita that was mixed not blended, with extra salt. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a pack of Marlboro reds and a lighter, laying both items down on the bar in front of her. Sweeping her long flame red hair over her shoulders, she removed a cigarette from the pack and lit it, inhaling deeply. Delicate hands with long red fingernails played idly with the lighter as she waited for her drink.

Mark gazed at her in appreciation, taking in her attire. He watched as she shrugged herself out of her leather jacket, draping it over the stool to her left. She was wearing a black leather miniskirt with a matching leather halter-top that tied in the back. Crossing her long legs, she thanked the bartender with a smile as he set her drink down in front of her. Lifting the glass and sipping slowly, she closed her eyes momentarily and then lightly flicked the tip of her tongue against the glass to catch some salt.

Now that she had his full attention, Mark let his eyes wander over her frame. He noticed the small tattoo that she had in the small of her back that appeared to be two lizards forming a circle, each eating the other’s tail.

He was just about to walk up to the bartender and order another beer when he noticed a man approaching the woman seated at the bar.

"Hey Baby," the man wheezed, "Can I buy you a drink?"

"No thanks," the woman replied, staring straight ahead as she took a long drag off of her cigarette, the scarlet of her lipstick staining the filter.

"C’mon – I won’t bite ya," he persisted, helping himself to the stool on her right, much to her apparent displeasure.

"Hey Leroy," a voice called from across the room. "Why don’tcha get that little filly to come on over here and join us."

"Yeah – how about it?" wheezed Leroy, breathing his stale beer breath on her.

"Leroy is it? How apropos," she murmured. Turning to face him, she said, "Listen Leroy, I don’t mean to be rude, but I’d like to be left alone okay?"

"Sugar, you and me could have some real fun together," he breathed, his eyes greedily devouring her body as he reached up to wipe the sweat from his brow, revealing circular perspiration marks under the arms of his tight shirt. "Just come over and talk to us for a few minutes," he persisted, his large belly brushing against her arm.

"No," she repeated firmly. "You’re forcing me to be blunt. You need to take your vienna sausage and go on back to your friends right now and leave me alone."

"Damn lesbian," he muttered, walking back to his table.

Laughing to herself with a husky chuckle, she took another sip of her drink.

"Hey there – I like your tattoo. Nice work," a deep masculine voice with a southern accent said behind her.

Whirling about to face her next annoyance of the evening, her eyes widened slightly as she craned her neck upward to look at the man’s face.

"Relax, I’m just here for another beer," Mark laughed, holding his hands up in mock defense.

Smiling slightly, she turned her attention back to her drink once more.

Taking the now vacated stool beside her, Mark signaled the bartender over.

"I’ll have another," he said, holding up his glass. "And get the lady whatever she wants."

"Just here for another beer, eh?" she laughed, the richness of her voice seducing him. "Okay, I accept. I’ll have another margarita please."

Turning slightly on her stool to face him, she asked Mark, "Tell me – do you come here often?"

Throwing his head back and emitting a deep-throated chuckle Mark replied, "Come on now, you can think of a better line than that."

Smiling at him, the woman took a final drag off of her cigarette, exhaling the smoke slowly through her upturned lips as she stubbed the butt out into the ashtray in front of her.

"Believe it or not, it was a legitimate question," she laughed.

"Then I’ll give you a legitimate answer. The answer is no – I’m staying in town overnight and then leaving in the morning."

"I’m just passing through town myself," she said to Mark. "I decided that I needed to get out of my car and stretch my legs for a few minutes, and get something to drink. This seemed like just as good a place as any," she shrugged, causing several wisps of her hair to fall over her shoulder, partially covering one of her full breasts.

"My name’s Mark," Mark said, holding out his hand to her.

"Nice to meet you, Mark. I’m Isabeau," she replied, looking down to see his large hand engulfing hers.

The bartender set their next round of drinks in front of them, and asked them if they wanted anything to eat.

"What do you have?" Mark asked him.

"Well, we close the kitchen early on Sunday evening. This is always our slow night. We’ll be preparing food until 9:00," he said, looking pointedly at the clock on the wall.

"Do you have any cheeseburgers?" Mark asked.

"Yep – do you want one? Fries on the side?"

"Yeah give me three," Mark replied, turning to Isabeau. "Do you want anything?"

"I haven’t eaten dinner yet, so sure. I’ll take a cheeseburger as well, no fries though."

"How do you want your meat prepared?" the bartender asked.

"Well done," replied Mark.

"Rare," answered Isabeau.

Mark gestured towards his table, suggesting that they make themselves a bit more comfortable while they waited for their dinner.

Following Isabeau back to his table, Mark’s eyes wandered over her backside in a most admiring manner. The clicking of her black heels on the floor was rhythmic as her hips swayed slightly, the back of her skirt brushing against her smooth thighs.

Holding out her chair for her, Isabeau thanked Mark with a smile as she proceeded to seat herself. Draping her coat over the chair next to her and placing her purse over it, she watched Mark with a veiled expression in her large amber colored eyes as he took the seat opposite of her.

For such a large man, he moved with considerable grace, she noted. He reminded her of a large black panther. Taking in his long black hair which was braided, her eyes moved down to gaze in the mesmerizing green of his eyes that were slightly shaded beneath the bandanna that he had tied around his forehead. Taking off his jacket, her eyes widened as she took in both of his long muscular arms and the tattoos that covered both of them down to his wrists.

Seeing that she was admiring his body art, Mark let her examine his tattoos more closely.

After making small talk for several minutes, the bartender walked over to their table, their dinner in tow. Both quite hungry by now, they dove into their cheeseburgers, talking occasionally but mostly devoting their attention to their meal in front of them.

Isabeau finished her burger with a sigh of contentment and proceeded to lick the grease from her fingers, one by one. Suddenly caught up in the sensuous gesture, Mark swallowed hard as he watched her lift each of her fingers to pillow themselves in-between her full red lips, sucking each gently.

Excusing herself to make a trip to the ladies room, Isabeau noticed a small poolroom down the hall from the bathrooms. Stopping to ask the bartender about it on her way back to the table, the bartender let her know that it was available for rent. Walking back over to the table to join Mark, Isabeau suggested a game of pool to pass the time.

Accepting her offer, Mark followed her down the hallway and into the room, noticing that there was only one pool table in the center of the room and several chairs lined against the wall. The lighting was dim, casting large shadows about the room.

Mark began to set up the table, and handed Isabeau her cue stick. Bending his large body over he began the game, the muscles in his shoulders rippling as he thrust the stick forward. After he had successfully pocketed three balls, he missed the fourth shot, and turned to Isabeau.

Tossing her hair over her shoulders, Isabeau bent over the table, her tongue running lightly over her lips in concentration. Drawing her cue stick back, she promptly drove the tip of it into the table. Laughing, she looked up to see a look of mirth crossing over Mark’s face that he valiantly struggled to suppress, before he exploded into laughter, the deep booming of his voice echoing off of the walls.

"You need some help there?" he asked Isabeau, smiling at her.

Returning his smile, Isabeau nodded her head yes, gesturing to him with her open palm to step forward.

Walking over to stand beside her, Mark picked his cue stick up and bent over, demonstrating to Isabeau how to hold the stick and then slide it forward between her thumb and forefinger. He showed her how to line up each ball in her field of vision, selecting the most accessible target.

Leaning over to attempt another shot, Isabeau jammed her cue stick once more. Chuckling, Mark walked over to stand behind her, murmuring to her that he’d be happy to render assistance.

Encircling her in his arms, Mark bent her forward, his chest pressed against the back of her head and his arms surrounding her body. Running his warm calloused hands down the supple skin of her arms, he gently grasped her hands, positioning them to hold the stick properly. Reaching his hands down to grasp her hips, he pulled her into place, bending her over a bit further. Placing his head directly behind hers, she felt the warmth of his breath licking at the top of her ear, and inhaled the scent of his cologne. Pulling her arm back with his, Mark thrust the cue stick forward, moving his hips at the same time to press his heat into her back. Feeling his knee wedge itself between her slightly spread legs, Isabeau shivered slightly, her nipples instinctively hardening in response.

"Did that feel natural to you?" he murmured into her ear.

"A little bit too natural," Isabeau replied in a husky voice.

"Do you want to try that again?" he asked her softly.

"Yes," she whispered.

Maneuvering her once more between his legs, he bent her forward and took the shot slowly, feeling her body following through with his motion.

"How much do you charge for pool lessons?" Isabeau asked, turning around to smile up at him.

"Depends," he drawled, his jade green eyes looking down at her through heavy lids.

"Give me an idea," she murmured, suddenly mesmerized by his mouth.

"How about a kiss?" he returned, grinning down at her.

"That’s all? Well, that sounds harmless enough," she replied. "C’mere."

Bending his head down so that she could reach him, Mark felt Isabeau gently grasp both sides of his face and pull his cheek towards her, kissing it lightly.

"Mmm…" he grumbled softly at her. "That’s not a kiss."

"It’s not?" Isabeau replied, acting suspiciously innocent.

"No darlin’, this is," he growled, pulling her up against his large frame. Running his hands through her thick hair, he bent his lips forward to find hers. Slashing his mouth hungrily across her lips, he moved his hands down to lightly cup her jaw, forcing it open to allow his tongue entry.

Moaning, Isabeau stood on her toes and wrapped her arms around his thick neck, pressing the length of her frame against him. Groaning into her mouth as he felt the softness of her breasts crushing into him, he slid his hands down the softness of her back to cup her ass with his hands, squeezing firmly.

Moving her mouth under his, she began to feel slightly dizzy with the effect that his close body contact was having on her. Feeling a sudden surge of heat flashing through her body causing it to weaken slightly, she scooted back up against the pool table. His tongue maddeningly teasing hers with circular strokes, she whimpered her frustration. Growling, he begin savagely kissing her, his tongue and lips devouring her sensitized mouth until she could no longer think with any shred of comprehension. Drunk with desire, she felt him pull back long enough to lift her body up onto the pool table. Pushing her legs apart impatiently with his hands, he stepped between them, raising her mouth once more to meet his.

"Stay there," he ordered, releasing her suddenly. Walking with long strides towards the door, he closed and locked it. Making his way back towards her, he spotted a mini-refrigerator tucked back behind a table. Walking over to it he squatted down, opening the door to peruse the inner contents, a sudden grin crossing over his features.

"Looks like someone was getting ready to have a party in here," he said. "Lucky for us, it’s now a party for two."

Gathering something from the refrigerator he walked back towards Isabeau, pulling a chair up to the pool table.

"Where were we, sweetness?" he breathed, looking down at her while bringing his thumb up to rest on the pillow of her lower lip.

Gazing up at him Isabeau pulled his thumb into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his flesh and sucking on his large digit while stroking him insistently with the tip of her tongue.

Letting his thumb drift out from between her lips with a soft "pop", she held out her arms to him.

"I think we were here," she murmured against his mouth, opening hers once more to taste the sweetness of his lips.

Gently picking the hair up off the back of her neck, Mark tilted her head sideways and ran his long tongue down the side of her neck, inhaling her sandalwood scent. Nipping her collarbone, he brought his hands up to fumble with the back of her halter-top. Impatiently untying the strips of leather, he let her top fall away to the floor, revealing her creamy flesh to his gaze. Sweeping his eyes over the swell of her breasts, he saw her nipples begin to harden under his attention. Reaching forward, he cupped a breast in each of his palms, hearing Isabeau hiss and arch herself further towards the heat of his touch. Holding her breasts firmly, he bent his head down to lavish his full attention on each of them in turn. Pulling her tender nipples into his mouth one at a time, he rolled his tongue forcefully around each before biting down softly, hearing Isabeau moan in response. Feeling him suck her entire areola into the warm moistness of his mouth to further devour her softness, she wrapped her hands around his head, gripping his braid firmly to hold his lips to her aching flesh. Untying the rubberband that was holding his hair, she quickly discarded it and proceeded to rapidly undo his braid, wanting to feel his long hair coursing wildly through her fingers.

Bringing his lips back up to hers to crush her mouth with his, Mark ran his hands down to the back of her skirt, unfastening and then unzipping the leather impatiently. Isabeau raised her hips off of the table, allowing him to pull the skirt off of her and toss it aside to join her top. Running his hands up her shapely thighs, he stepped once more between her legs, spreading them wide. Diving his hands downward to run his fingers along the lace of her black panties, he felt her wetness seeping onto his fingertips as he massaged her clitoris through the soft fabric. Moaning, Isabeau laid herself back onto the table, wincing slightly as she felt the lip at the edge of the table biting into the top of her thighs. Impatiently removing his vest, Mark balled it up and placed it under Isabeau, cushioning her so that she could fully relax.

Reaching up and pulling the panties off of her in one quick motion, Mark leaned over to survey the beauty that was laid out before him. Seeing a dark pink flush of desire crossing over her flesh, he laid one large hand onto her stomach, covering her completely. Running his hands once more down to her throbbing sex, he parted her labia with his forefinger and felt her slipperiness guiding him automatically to her entrance. Slowly entering her with one finger, he heard her hiss in response, and then moan as his thumb began to massage her clitoris. Inserting a second finger into her tightness, he thrust slowly in and then out of her wet depths rhythmically, closing his eyes briefly when he felt her inner muscles contracting themselves against his fingers to pull them in deeper still.

Pulling away from her momentarily, he pulled the chair beside the pool table up in front of Isabeau. Taking a seat, the pink petals of her delicate flesh laid out before him, he picked up a banana that he had found chilling in the refrigerator. Peeling it quickly, he leaned forward and inserted the tip of the fruit into her, hearing her gasp of surprise as the coldness of the banana burned within her. Pushing it until it was halfway inside, he leaned forward, and began to voraciously eat the exposed fruit. Slowly feeling the fruit being eased back out of her, Isabeau moaned when she felt the warm softness of his lips and tongue collide with the coldness of her flesh.

Holding her hips in place, Mark ran his long tongue along the musky silk of her skin, pausing to point his tongue and insert the stiffened flesh into her vagina, inserting and then withdrawing his tongue rhythmically while rubbing her clitoris firmly with his thumb. Feeling her pelvis beginning to buck upwards against his hold, he switched places, inserting his forefinger and middle finger into her slippery tunnel, stroking with increasing speed while he grasped her clitoris between his teeth, lashing the nub in hard jabs with his tongue. Feeling her orgasm beginning to quiver through her body, he tightened his hold on her, and as her hips violently shot themselves off of the table, her back bowing with the force of her pleasure, he pulled her clitoris once more between his teeth and bit down while growling loudly, forcing the vibration to run itself through her entire being.

Gasping violently, the force of her orgasm leaving her spent, Isabeau laid motionless on the pool table, attempting to catch her breath once more. Feeling the sweat on her flesh gradually begin to cool, she raised herself up onto her elbows, smiling hungrily at Mark who lounged back in his chair, grinning at her in an indolent fashion.

Crooking her forefinger in his direction, she motioned him to come to her. "C’mere you."

Reaching down to remove her black heels which were the only items that she was wearing at the moment, Mark shook his head at her as he walked over to her side. "Leave them, please."

Raising herself up further, she sat facing him, her legs dangling off of the side of the table.

Bending his head down to greet her lips with his, she opened her mouth to him and tasted her essence on his tongue. Pulling him forwards onto her with a growl, she heard him chuckle as he fell onto her, being careful to support his weight on his muscular arms as not to crush her. Reaching down to unbutton his jeans, she impatiently pushed them down over his hips while tracing the lines of the tattoos on his large arms with her tongue.

"Hang on there, darlin’," he chuckled, raising himself off of her to quickly divest himself of his remaining attire. "Where do you want me?"

"Up here," Isabeau said, patting the pool table.

Laughing softly to himself, Mark complied, scooping the remaining balls that were on the table into corner pockets to get them out of their way. Mounting the table, he twisted his body, laying himself on his back.

"This okay?" he asked her, his lips pursed and his eyes twinkling up at hers.

"Yep," she replied, running her eyes greedily over his body in unconcealed admiration. Reaching her fingertips out she traced the broad width of his shoulders, then ran them down to his flat nipples. Kneeling beside him, she leaned forward, opening her mouth and sucking one of his nipples into her mouth. Hearing him sigh in response, she lightly skimmed the tips of her long nails in zigzags down his stomach. Feeling him entwine his fingers through her hair, she moved her head lower while reaching her leg over so that she could straddle him.

The red flames of her hair licking a trail of exquisite fire down his chest and stomach, he gasped slightly when she halted at his groin. Murmuring in appreciation at his size, she reached out to grasp the base of his cock, bringing his head to her lips. Parting her mouth she enveloped his silky steel deep into her depths, stopping when she felt his head bumping at the back of her throat. Still unable to completely ensheathe him into her mouth due to his immense size, she stroked the base of his hardness while moving her mouth over him, her hand twisting upwards, meeting her lips in an even rhythm. Feeling him beginning to jerk spasmodically under her, she reached down and pressed firmly with the pad of her thumb just under the base of his scrotum.

Coming to life with a roar, Mark reached down with a sudden motion and grabbed Isabeau roughly by the arms, dragging her up to meet him. Straddling his waist, she felt him buck upwards into her frantically while parting her inner lips with impatient fingers. Grasping her hips and pulling her down to meet him forcefully while thrusting his hips upwards to meet her, Isabeau let out a sharp cry as she felt herself being impaled on his thick cock. Sitting motionless on him, she let herself adjust to his size while allowing him time to regain some semblance of control.

Beginning to move slowly, she rolled her hips back and forth, riding him like the gentle sway of an ocean wave. Closing her eyes in concentration, she began to grind her hips onto him in a circular motion, clenching and unclenching the inner muscles of her vagina as hard as she could in the process, gripping him like a velvet vice. Feeling him reach down and begin to rub her clitoris in firm circles, Isabeau gasped, feeling a lightening bolt of electricity shoot through her system. Resuming her rhythm, she felt Mark’s hands traveling up the flat plane of her stomach to cup her breasts, kneading them insistently while pinching her nipples between his thumb and forefingers. Moaning, she tossed her head back, feeling the soft ends of her hair licking at the base where her body ended and his began. Riding him in even strokes, her breathing suddenly hiccuped in surprise as she felt Mark rubbing his fingertip insistently against her anus. When his other hand traveled around her body to simultaneously resume stroking her clitoris, she felt the plate glass that formed her reality beginning to crack, spiderwebbing itself out in a design of exquisite pleasure. Throwing her head back once more with a primitive cry leaving her lips, Isabeau felt Mark grab her hips roughly in both hands, holding her firmly in place while he bucked his hips frantically up against her.

Suddenly and without warning Mark thrust her off of him, scrambling off of the table and dragging Isabeau with him. Standing facing the pool table in her high heels she felt him push her over, arching her ass towards him. Thrusting his knee between her legs to spread them wider, he pushed her over further so that her stomach was resting on the table. Grasping his slick cock he thrust into her brutally, hearing her gasp of shock when she felt him hit the entrance to her cervix.

Placing his hands on her hips he began to thrust into her savagely, slamming his hip bones into her. Rearranging herself so that she was still leaning over the pool table but now bracing her body with her arms, she locked her elbows and prepared herself for his assault. Holding her hips tighter yet still Mark once more thrust his entire length into her, stretching her to her body’s limits. With a feral cry he began his dance, his movements in a mating ritual as old as time itself. Establishing an even rhythm and slowly picking up the pace, his hips were soon pistoning themselves in and out of her tight slick recess, with ever increasing force and speed. Reaching forward to grasp her clitoris once more he pinched it roughly while arching against her with one final thrust, a cry of completion emitting from his mouth. Pushing her ass back against him to maximize the feel of his cock in her, Isabeau gave a final violent shudder and collapsed against the pool table.

Picking her up in his arms, Mark walked over to the chair and sat down, holding Isabeau in his lap. Gasping for air, their sweat slickened bodies slipped against one another as they both drifted slowly back down to earth.

After a few moments of shared silence Mark chuckled, gazing down at Isabeau and kissing her softly.

"So what are your breakfast plans? Are you busy?"