Third time charmer (DEREK)

[Percie Hobbes]

Percie had been finishing up a talk in Burlington for her old department when she'd gotten a call from Derek asking her to meet him at their usual watering hole. Knowing that the call would most likely end up in one of their beds she quickly sorted through the various articles of clothing in the back of her car and changed quickly in the hotel's dressing room (it was a fancy hotel) and took off towards Pilot Ridge, knowing she'd make it with a few minutes to spare after she parked her car and left immediately. She hadn't realized that her red heels had been in the car this whole time as she'd torn her house apart looking for them. At the first two red lights she applied her lipstick (found at the bottom of her purse) and at the third she had quickly put in her earrings that she had randomly found in her car's ash tray on top of her spare change.

After arriving and parking her car at her house she walked briskly to the bar and stopped to take a breath before entering. Except she realized she was early and rushed to the bathroom in order to check her hair and her lipstick again. She hunted for a clip in her purse, taking out her french bun and twisting the mass of brown up onto the back of her head in a casual style that helped change the mood a bit. She fixed her eye makeup a little and finally exited the bathroom, sliding up and into what had become her and Derek's usual table. She crossed her legs and ordered two glasses of whiskey and checked her watch to gauge how many seconds she had before Derek walked through the door. She wondered what had prompted Derek to call her. The last time she had initiated things and it had been awhile since that last time. She’d only called him to give him a few, sparse details about Phoenix, but the boy’s routine hadn’t really changed since the initial time she had observed him.

She might have to call him in a few days after this to discuss any changes Derek wanted to make in his contract. She knew that it wasn’t the best idea, sleeping with a client but ugh, after that first time she had a hard time saying no to a willing partner after so many years of celibacy. She realized now that looking for a steady partner was not going to work into her plans at the moment, but a causal relationship like this? She could handle that just fine thank you. Except the tiny little gnawing of guilt that insisted on paying a visit to her gut; she should really end it, right? Maybe after tonight, Derek had sounded like he really needed a drink on the phone. She was so busy thinking and staring at the wall in front of her that she didn’t realize her company had arrived until he spoke.

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The past couple of “meetings” with Ms. Hobbes had been at the request of private detective. The unprofessional request. And quite honesty, Derek was one to oblige to such a request. Percie was a fine woman, he had to say, and exceptional in the bedroom, even when drunk off an entire night of whiskey. For what reason she needed it for…well, when she explained her reasons, he could say he understood. Had he been put in the same situation, Derek might have needed the exact same type of stress relief.

This time, however, it was Derek who needed to call up the detective in order to “relieve” his stress. It was after his most recent meeting with his son. Rather, the first meeting where the two had spoken in an official setting. Against his better judgement, Derek tried to…connect…with the boy. Needless to say, it did not go well, the chid was stubborn and willful and…Derek had no idea where he’d gotten such a rebellious streak, but it certainly wasn’t from him. Definitely his mother’s influence, far too much coddling had made the boy such a…he needed a man’s influence in his life. Derek could see that now. And seeing how effeminate and timid he was now as an almost full adult, it was a good thing Derek came when he did. It may even already be too late.

Derek didn’t usually dress up for these meetings and tonight was no different. He was still in the casual khaki and white shirt combo from when he first encountered his son earlier that day. Perice herself usually didn’t come particularly dressed up either. This was why it took a little bit longer than normal to locate the woman, even when she was sitting at their usual table. And quite honestly….he was stunned. A smile crept across his lips as he approached the finely dressed woman, removing his sunglasses to glean a better look. “Ms. Hobbes, I must say you are a blessing to see after a day like today.” Derek leaned forward and gave her a quick kiss on the lips as he brushed his hand over her cheek. He then rounded the table and took a seat across from the beauty, putting up his hand to the waitress to bring them their usual drinks.

[Percie Hobbes]

Percie was startled to hear Derek's voice so close and even more surprised by the kiss he bestowed upon her, and the touch. Well, that was certainly a good sign of things to come later. "Hm, you're not hard to look at either," she purred as he sat across from her and ordered their drinks. As she took in Derek's appearance she waited until he was settled before voicing her question. "What sort of day did you have today?" she wondered curiously in response to his comment as she put her chin in one hand, the other sliding out to gently brush against the delicate skin of Derek's inner wrist. She kept her eyes focused on him as her fingers stroked against the appendage before drawing slowly away as the waitress approached and put their drinks in front of them.

She picked up her whiskey and sipped, not in any hurry to be drunk tonight. A droplet of condensation slid off the glass and began to drift down the corner of her mouth as she set her glass down, prompting her thumb to reach up and thoughtlessly brush it away, the hand then coming to rest against the right side of her collarbone. Still intent on giving Derek all her attention she played with the long string of pearls wrapped around her throat. Thinking about the placement of her hand made her remember that not so long ago there had been a bruise decorating her left shoulder. Both she and Derek had discovered that she enjoyed a little bit of pain during their little trysts. Which also made her wonder where they were going to end up tonight, her place….or his?

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Had they not already engaged in intimate relations twice prior to this meeting, then Derek would not have dared to invite himself in for a kiss like he had. It was only because they were familiar with each other in that way that he felt confident that it would be a welcome gesture and form of affection. They weren’t “dating” per se, but he did fit into the circle of relations which had the right to make that assumption. The fact that she was dressed so enchantingly only further proved his point that Percie was practically begging him to do it. Not only that, but that she was expecting this meeting to end much like their last two encounters. Which honestly she wasn’t wrong about, Derek had hoped that would be the case as well.

Derek smiled and sent her a gentle nod in response to her compliment. Once settled, he moved to answer her question. “I had an encounter today I was not expecting. And, like a bull-headed fool, I charged straight forward into it rather than saving it for a time when I was…when we both were better prepared.” Derek smiled as her fingers touched the inside of his wrist, and he curled his palm upwards to scoop his own fingers under her tiny, feminine hands. He regrettably allowed them to part once the drinks had been brought, and he re-settled his hand up against the cold glass.

He took a generous sip of the golden liquid before speaking again. “I ran into my son earlier today. I am…exasperated, to say the least.” Derek flit up his eyes to follow the woman’s subtlety, seductive movements, her thin fingers twirling through the beaded necklace draped against her collarbone. “I…do not know how to be a father,” he admitted.

[Percie Hobbes]

Percie listened to him carefully, an emotionless mask in place as she processed this information. Derek had seen Phoenix without her knowledge. Did that mean that he no longer required her services in that area? Would she be able to potentially breach the idea of ending their professional ties so that they could enjoy each other without any entanglements? It would certainly put her guilt to rest, since she had very much enjoyed their last two trysts and was hoping to continue for a while. Instead however she allowed a measure of sympathy to finally show after Derek's admittance. Perhaps there was hope for him and his son yet if he could admit something that was obviously so personal.

She reached out again and laid her hand on top of his, curling her fingers into his palm and pulling it away from the glass, the pads of her fingers softly teasing through the rivulets of condensation the glass had left on his hand. She lifted her eyes to his and smiled in a sad way. "I can't begin to know how you feel," she began softly, "but I'm sure that you'll figure it out. It sounds like you've already given the matter a lot of thought," she observed as she reached up and fussed open the collar of his shirt a bit more in order to expose a bit more of his collarbone to her mischievous eyes. Underneath the table a slender leg reached out to find purchase on his chair, her limb resting suggestively against his as her hand pulled away to help hold her chin as she propped it on the table. “What did you two talk about that made you come to this decision?” she asked curiously, her leg rubbing against his as she shifted positions so that she could sit up a bit straighter.

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Derek was overwhelmed with the events of the day. There was just so much that made it much more complicated than it should have been that he’d had a headache rise and subside over and over ever since. He couldn’t even begin to express how relieved he was to see Percie, especially all dressed up as she was and with obvious intents. His relationship with her was a simple one and that’s all he really cared to have right now. Derek needed something simple and easy to understand. Not that Perice herself was an easy person to understand, she was actually quite the headache herself, but his relationship with her was simple and had no complexities to try and explain.

Her touch was welcome and he curled the tips of his fingers lightly around her hand as she gently traced over his palm. The small movement was cathartic in a way. Derek smiled at her words, knowing that they were comforting tone held a more ulterior meaning to them. Derek didn’t care. He leaned in further towards her. “So much thought, I think I might drive myself crazy if I don’t find some way to take my mind from it.” He spoke suggestively, of course. There was no doubt in his mind what she wanted, and he was going to make certain that she knew that he was looking forward to it.

Again, her light touches - over his hand, around his collar, even her leg under the table - were all so electrifying, Derek was halfway prepared to just forgo any further drinking and move straight to the bedroom, perhaps in the hotel itself? It wouldn’t take long to get a room. A ghost of his teenage-self whispered the option of going somewhere a little more daring than that, if just because he didn’t want to wait. “I’m concerned about his current relationship.” Which was putting it nicely. “I don’t think it is healthy,” not for the reasons most people did, “and, quite honestly, I think he should end it immediately before it ruins him. He did…not appreciate me telling him this.” Derek reached out with his other hand to set it lightly on hers, circling his thumb over the rivets of her fingers.

[Percie Hobbes]

Percie smiled suggestivly at her lover's words and encouraged his touches with a coy smile. "Well," she began softly, voice husky with obvious intent and want, "I'll be more than happy to help with that whenever you like," she told him as she took another sip of her drink and allowed him to touch her hand as she thought about his next answer. She too was troubled with the relationship between Phen and Oriel, but she didn't realize that perhaps she and Derek might be divided on to what exactly was wrong about his relationship. Percie assumed that he was worried that his son was caught in an emotionally abusive relationship and was blaming himself for the outcome of his son's decisions.

"I agree," she said, being serious for the moment. "But people in that situation are usually convinced that they deserve to be there or that if they leave their partner will be badly off in return," she sighed. She didn't necessarily want to see an end to Oriel and Phoenix's relationship but she couldn't deny that the idea of them taking a break and each seeking some separate psychiatric help was appealing...followed by couples therapy later. Though she was certain that her friends and family might also be concerned with the intently physical relationship she had with Derek at the moment, at least she could say that she had clear boundaries and that she (or he) could at any time leave their arrangement without any ill effect. Certainly she (or he) could decide tomorrow not to pick up the phone again and nothing would change…well except for the sudden and disappointing lack of sex, she really enjoyed working out her frustrations with Derek’s overbearing stubbornness in bed.

“I don’t think you should blame yourself,” she said finally, closing her hand around his and holding it gently within her calloused hands. “You want to get better yes? Make a connection? That’s all that really matters, relationships can usually be repaired if both parties are willing to work on it,” she hummed thoughtfully as she lifted her chin from her hands and put the hand back against her throat.

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Derek, too, was ignorant to the exact situation that was going on between his son and his…boyfriend. And he was ignorant to the fact that it was that situation which Percie was speaking off in the first place, and not the one which bothered him the most. Or ones, he should say. And those were that his son was an effeminate “gay” man with no concept of how to assert himself as a man and thus had been swept up in this relationship by another man who was no doubt taking advantage of the boy’s vulnerability. There was nothing anyone could say to make Derek think differently.

“I…approached the issue poorly,” he admitted, rolling his hands gently over hers. “And was perhaps too overbearing.” Derek managed a half smile and lifted his eyes. “I may have been that age once, but the way we did things back then are very different than today.” He could easily blame it on an age issue. These days, society seemed to be more accepting of the fact that children were running rampant and “exploring” themselves. Even during the radical movements of the 80s, there were a lot of ideas that were just not embraced and advertised like they were today. Back then, you were considered a delinquent for liking a certain type of music. These days, you could get away with sex parties and men sleeping with men, and society just called it “progressive”. Pretty soon, they’d start advocating for child molesters and their right to “explore their sexuality”.

It was all just sick.

“What…can I do?” he asked ambiently, his gaze lowering once again. He sighed and shook his head, a small smile appearing on his lips. “I shouldn’t be asking you this,” he said, returning his gaze up. “This is my problem. And you and I…have other things…we can occupy ourselves with.” The question now was…did he want to use traditional “persuasions”, or “force” the issue outright?

[Percie Hobbes]

Seeing Derek looking (for lack of a better word), human had all of Percie's feelings in a knot. All of those feelings being heavily lust induced, the next step was ridiculously simple as his eyes met hers. They were close enough, having bent closer to share this conversation intimately, so it really wasn't a stretch to close the distance between them and return the kiss he'd given to her earlier when they'd met. She pulled away after a moment and smiled, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear as she sat back but pulled his hand with the one still entwined with his up to her neck where she set the strikingly hot palm against her neck and collarbone in a clear and open invitation. “If you’re done drinking, maybe we can take our conversation to a more private location?” she asked. “I can help you work off some of that stress you’ve got.”

Percie wasn’t shy about things that she wanted something she’d made quite obvious in their last few sessions together. She knew that Derek was struggling with the subject they just talked about and that thinking about it would be good for him…she also knew that overthinking it would be bad for everyone and sought to give him a much needed distraction. She was also quite needy on top of everything else and wasn’t above being a little more forward to get it taken care of. The only problem she could foresee was that she definitely wanted him to touch her…and soon.

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Derek rose an eyebrow at her actions, watching as she leaned in closer. Closing his eyes as their lips met briefly. The opening them slowly again to see her sit back in her chair and very unsubtly place his hand upon her own chest. He smirked.

Here he was, pouring his heart out to Miss Hobbes, looking for some sort of comforting words and possibly a solution to the problem, and she was trying to seduce him. Completely ignoring his words and moving straight towards a more intimate interaction, and even suggesting that they leave this place halfway through his rant.

Oh, how well she knew him. This was exactly what he needed.

“You naughty girl, you are impatient,” he observed, gracing his eyes upon her fine figure then up to those ruby red lips of hers. “I may be required to take punitive measures against your insolence.” He rotated his hand and traced a large finger over her collar, up the side of her neck, and traced along her jawline until it rested under her chin. “I do believe this establishment can provide appropriate accommodations.” His smile grew more imperious as he studied Miss Hobbes’ delicate features. “If you give me a moment, I can make the arrangements.”

[Percie Hobbes]

Most of the time Percie found Derek's high-handedness to be irritating and unappreciated...and then were some days when it was the sexiest thing on the face of the planet. At the idea of "punitive measures" she practically shuddered. As it was she wasted no time in smirking and biting her lower lip coyly, clearly inviting him by the implied "do your worst". "Well then, you'd best hurry and make said arrangements while I clear our tab. Shall I meet you by the elevators?" she chuckled.

She wasn't entirely fussed at the thought that she was allowing Derek to have the upper hand over her tonight. After all, if she wasn't okay with it she'd tell him outright and draw the boundaries she wanted and they both knew it. No, she wasn't fussed at all because she wanted to comfort him, and if that meant doing what he wanted tonight, then that's what they'd do. She reached up to take his hand in hers, moved it away from her chin and kissed the back of his hand quickly. “Ask for a late checkout time for tomorrow morning,” she suggested with another grin as she stood from her seat, finished her drink and wandered (with a bit more show) towards the bar to pay for her and Derek’s drinks.

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Even Derek had his unconventional vices. He’d never admit to it out in public, but to him, there was nothing sexier than having a strong, independent woman kneel down at his command and service him. Whether they got to do that was another story, but…well, the look on her face said it all. She more than willing to be his tonight, even seeming to look forward to whatever he had in store for her. Derek leaned in and spoke in a deep, hushed voice. “You do that. I’ll make the arrangements.” He nodded at her suggestion, and turned his hand upward to brush his finger against her soft cheek. “Of course. Wait for me,” he instructed before pulling back and rising to his feet.

Derek took his leave of the bar and swiftly made his way to the front desk. It took very little time for the concierge to assign him a room. Single bed. Jacuzzi. Liquor cabinet, and a small refrigerator. One of the upscale rooms, of course. Derek made his way back to the elevators, putting in one of the two keycards in his back pocket. Presuming that Miss Hobbes was there waiting for him, he would step right up to her and put the small envelope with the other keycard in her hands. “Why don’t you go up first? I have another matter to take care of,” he lied. Derek leaned in to whisper in her ear. “But, when I do come up, I want to see you on the bed, wearing nothing but the complimentary bathrobe. Understand?”

[Percie Hobbes]

Percie paid for their drinks and waited obediently by the elevator, watching as a couple took the one before her. When Derek approached her she smile and looked down in surprise as he pressed the envelope in her hands. She listened to his order with a serious look on her face before looking up and smiling. "Yes sir," she purred simply as another elevator arrived. She turned and stepped onto it, closing it before anyone else could join her on her ride up. She didn't feel like sharing her space with anyone else right now. She checked the envelope with her floor and room number and keyed it in accordingly.

A short time later she was entering the hallway and finding the room she'd share that night with Derek. It didn't take her long at all to follow his instructions, her clothes folded neatly in the closet as she traded them for the bathrobe. Her purse and heels went onto the shelf in the closet as well while her watch and her earrings made it to the top of the dresser followed closely by her hair tie as she ran her fingers through her hair to fluff it a bit. She kept her pearls on, mostly to be a bit difficult. She wanted Derek to have a reason to use those “punitive measures” but she also thought he might appreciate the overall picture she presented as she arranged herself on the bed and waited for him to arrive.

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“Sir” she said, and that title put a very devious smile on his face. If he could get her to address him like that all night, then he would be a very satisfied man. Derek watched as she stepped onto the elevator and continued to do so until the door closed between them. Then he turned and returned to the bar for another drink. Or two.

Or three. He had the ‘tender fill up another scotch in almost no time at all. He hadn’t been paying attention to how much time had passed between the elevators and now, but it couldn’t have been very long, right? He wanted to go up and appreciate Percie in all her strong submissive glory, but the matter of his son was still weighing heavily on his mind. It seemed like no amount of alcohol would be enough to erase that memory. And, of course, it only conjured up other memories, from his boyhood days. He sighed, tilting his head back to take the shot all at once. He did not want to think about that, especially not when he was about to go in a fuck a very beautiful woman.

He dropped a bill on the counter, informing the barkeep to keep the change, and he stumbled from the stool. Derek took a second to regain his balance before straightening up again like the composed man he was supposed to be, and stepped forward smoother than one would have guessed with his drunkenness. He held onto the wall of the elevator as it pulsed and pulled up to the floor where the room was, and then again when it jerked and stopped at the correct floor. His eyes focused lazily on the numbers on the doors, his mind counting them up until he finally reached the designated one for his keycard.

A smile immediately reached his face when he saw those pearls settled upon her breast. “You…” he slurred. “…didn’t follow my instructions.” And that was fine. He would enjoy teaching her a lesson. Derek closed the door behind him, loosened the buttons on his collar, and approached the bed.

[Percie Hobbes]

Percie had started to worry a bit when Derek took so long to come up to see her but when he came through the door she understood why...the older man had stayed at the bar to enjoy a few more drinks. She supposed he deserved it; he was dealing with an unknown situation and was completely out of his element. Besides, she quickly reasoned that the first time they'd been together was when they were both very drunk and she'd still had a good enough time that she'd wanted to meet him again. He wasn't nearly that drunk now and after working some of it off he should be fine.

To that end she pretended to pout and artfully shrugged off a shoulder of the robe as she sat up, kneeling on the bed to face him. "But, I thought you'd like the pearls...sir," she reasoned with a bit of a whine in her voice. Nothing demanding, more like a wheedling, attempting to get out of trouble way and thinking you were being charming. She supposed she got her answer when Derek quickly approached her and made good on his threat of "punitive measures".