I’ve noticed my “Tell Me A Story” post getting a lot of traffic way after the post was published.  I think people are searching Scheherazade and finding the beginnings of that little story.  So I thought I’d play a bit more today with the concept.

Another fit of whimsy, if you will, though I will give a bit of background about Scheherazade, for those searching for info for a term paper.  The 1001 Arabian Nights is also called The Book of A Thousand Nights and  A Night.  A Sultan, being betrayed by his wife, determines never to be duped again and therefore marries a girl each day and has her killed the next morning.  Scheherazade, daughter of the Sultan’s  grand vizier, was intelligent, well read, and beautiful and desired to stop the bloodbath.  She asked her father to arrange her marriage to the sultan and put into motion her scheme to keep him from killing her next morning.  This Arabian Tales website gives the framework for these ancient stories as well as the stories themselves.

Now, on to my stint as Scheherazade.

I’ve taken everyone’s comments from last time and edited a bit to make it flow, then added a new chunk.  So, the story as we left it :

Winifred slammed the door of her 1966 red Thunderbird convertible and ran toward the pool house, her high heels crunching on the gravel driveway.  He’s going to kill me if I’m late again.

Jaw rigid as stone, Jason glared at her, just as she feared, as she burst into the pool house. Still dressed in her work clothes–a business suit and pearl necklace, Winnie gasped for breath. “Sorry, I’m late. My meeting ran late.”  She hit him with her most seductive smile and slowly watched as his features softened. Man this man is putty in my hands, she thought. “So are we all set for the job?”

Jason took a step toward her and she froze. Waiting for what he would do next.

Light glinted off the eight inch blade he pulled from the waist band of his pleated, black dress pants. “Oh, you’ll be sorry. You think you can pay attention to me whenever YOU feel like it?”

Floating candles bobbed in the tiny ripples of the pool’s surface, winking at her in the light of a dozen flames. The man who would be her leader this night flipped the knife in his hand.
“And how should I punish you?” he said. “Will it be by the whip or the feather tonight?”

Winnie relaxed and pushed the knife out of the way.  “I don’t care.  Use both if you like.  But that’s for later.”  She smiled as he licked his lips.  He did so like to wield that feather in the most interesting places.  “Right now I need to change and you need to brief me on the job.”

“Well hurry up. I’ve brought your black pants and shirt and I’ve got the masks and the gloves.”  He gestured to a chair in the corner where her clothes lay neatly folded “The heist starts now.”

“I’m hot just thinking about it, darling.”

“Darling? Oh, no I am not your darling – tonight I’m your guardian, your lord and protector.”

“Jason, leave the role-playing for afterwards.  If you go in thinking all this macho shit, you’re going to get us killed.”  She frowned as she unbuttoned her jacket and blouse.  His dominant role in the bedroom was one thing, but she wasn’t going to stand for it during their adventures.  In those she was his partner, not his slave.

His eyes raked her as she stepped out of her skirt. Clad now only in bra, panties, garter belt and stockings, Winnie felt too vulnerable under his searing gaze.

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