Wednesday, December 14, 2011

The Garage

Luna didn’t make it home on time the next day. Asa surprised her in the hall and redirected her to the garage. She put her hands in the air and cooperated.

He led her across the concrete, towards his car. It was a black Lamborghini. He shoved her in the passenger side, then gently shut the door. Asa loved his car. Luna knew that.

He slid into the drivers seat and lit a cigarette but didn’t roll the window down. He wasn’t pleased with the stunt she pulled last night.

“What the fuck were you thinking,” he started.

Luna smirked.

“You owe me an answer bitch,” he growled.

“I don't owe you anything, fucker.”

“Excuse me?”

Luna fanned the smoke from her face and repeated herself, slower this time.

“I don't owe you a mother fucking thing.”

Asa pulled another drag off his smoke. He didn’t like her attitude and started the car. Luna didn’t want to go for a drive. She turned it off and jumped out with his keys.

Asa flew from his car and pitched his cigarette. He chased her down then wrestled for his keys. Once he got them, he pushed her against the limo.

“Don’t you ever…” he yelled, but stopped. He lowered his voice but was still upset, “Don’t you ever touch my fucking keys bitch, ever again. Is that understood?”

“Whatever,” she mumbled.

Asa opened the limo and pushed her inside. He forced her to take a seat then sat beside her. He straightened his slacks and stared at her a moment, then spoke.

“Lets try this again Luna. What the fuck were you thinking last night?”

“I was having fun, pissing you off,” she admitted.

“Pissing me off is not a pasttime bitch, it’s a problem and what you did last night was stupid.”

“No it wasn't.”

“Luna! You flashed me your ass! Everyone was in the room. If Michael would have noticed, he would have gone berserk! And nice panties by the way. I recognize them. I bought them for you. That was a nice touch and obviously took some planning.”

Luna smiled. Asa told her it was a bad idea, then carried on.

“You weren’t wearing the matching bra, were you? Noooo. Everyone could tell you weren’t wearing one at all Luna but it was nice of Michael to keep your tits warm for you… and who’s idea was it for you to wear that dress in the first place? Seriously.”

“Michael picked out my dress,” Luna chimed in.

“Shut up,” he said, “..and since when can’t you feed yourself babe, that was pathetic.”

Luna laughed. Asa did too for a second, then twisted her hair up tight around his fist.

“You wont be laughing after I take you up on that ‘offer’ of yours bitch, I promise.”

Luna didn’t know what to say. She liked his attention probably not the kind he had in mind. Asa could be nasty. She never got the chance to respond.

Michael opened the door and peered inside.

“What the fuck is going on in here.”

Asa let go of her hair and started to lie.

“I caught Luna with my car keys. She was headed out for a joyride but I stopped her. Your welcome.”

Michael looked at Luna. She always looked guilty. He took her hand and helped her from the limo. Asa got out behind her.

Michael thanked him then started to walk away with Luna. He planned to scold her in private and let go of her hand. She walked beside him until they got close to Asa’s car, then she veered off course.

Asa’s Ducati motorcycle was parked next to his car. She walked over and kicked up the stand then wheeled it closer to his car. Asa swore at her from across the garage. Michael asked her not to do it, but Luna pushed his bike into his car and took off running.

All she heard was Michael promise to catch up and Asa promise to get even.

Luna promised to put up one hell of a fight.


  1. wow, I have so been falling behind on Luna's adventures. I've got some reading to do.

  2. I love reading your adventures, and I wanted to nominate you for the versatile blogger award.