And there Sage was beneath the heels of a woman who pretty much could hand him his ***. In fact that was how it was going down. Not that he minded. He just wasn’t into bossy dames. He was more into handing out the directions than taking them. Calling the shots was his gig. Licking heels and giving toe polish jobs was not going to happen. He gave what she had to say some thought while he contemplated her weak spots besides getting ‘No’ for an answer. He was pretty sure that she was one of those chicks. Even if she was claiming to be a slice of sweet pie if she was respected, appreciated and all that happy ****. So was he if you didn’t stick a sharp heel into his body.
From the view he currently had he decided he was reduced considerably with his options. This no doubt was entertaining her more than his initial invite to be a good girl and let him wow her with his moves. While he adjusted to the idea that he was on his knees much to his surprise he couldn’t help but wonder if Salvador was going to like the flag in his pocket when he finally got it back to the shelter. More importantly would his little spoon believe what he went through to bring it to him? And if so...would he live it down if the man did?
It was the usual rant. He had heard it more than a couple times. Sure the words were mixed up and the delivery a tad different but he had heard the song and dance before. Sage had a few habits outside the obvious ones. Clashing by wearing plaids with checks or stripes, mixing his mashed potatoes with his corn and the ability to consume copious amounts of drugs and not give a **** about if it shortened his life or if anyone approved. He also liked to get into someone's space and shake up their world. It could be with his fists, his mouth or his joy stick. Sometimes the last two worked together and offered up a creative combination that left a few happy. And truth be told more than a few not so pleased. Even that didn’t set him back. He was in it for him. Anything beyond that was no sweat off his ***. Now that she was done rattling off what she thought was his options he bobbed his head side to side as if he was actually contemplating any of it as a serious outcome to their situation.
“Yeah, that is cool, sweetheart, ya know if I was actually looking for a ******* job.” He looked at her mildly amused that she was taking herself so seriously. “Spoiler alert. Did you hear me asking for an application?” He wiggled a finger back and forth. “I asked you to be…” A short wheeze on his part interrupted his words. His shoulder was now uncomfortable thanks to a little added pressure. If he got a chance he would make sure to snap the points of her designer shoes right off their soles for the inconvenience. He was into bare feet. If only she knew better. Someone was going to have to teach her. Calling him stupid just made her extra special in his book. He couldn’t recall ever putting his hands with aggressive intent but she just won the prize.“Good girl but I see that was stretching it. Aren’t you a handful.”
Without giving any more time to his being down and supposedly out he set out to use his hands which were free to do his bidding. With the same palms that scooped her up he instead locked over the front of her knee caps intending only to nudge her back so he could stand and get clear of her. Unfortunately he was thinking how grand it would be to make the little witch fly and that is sort of what happened next. Chi push sprang into the picture and surprised him just as much as it possibly did her.
“Holy ****!” Sage could feel his eyes widen so much so that his lower lids stretched. He looked at his hands and flipped them back and forth. He chuckled like he was tickled pink at winning the lottery. “Did you see that? Well, hot damn.” He formed his hands into fists and squeezed finding his happy venous highways getting all pumped to the surface of his skin. “Might wanna be careful, sweet stuff. I am not like your stable boys.” He nodded and his thumb brushed the tip of his nose as if he made his point. He cleared his throat as he dusted nothing particular from his arms. “No need to get up. I can show myself out.”
From the view he currently had he decided he was reduced considerably with his options. This no doubt was entertaining her more than his initial invite to be a good girl and let him wow her with his moves. While he adjusted to the idea that he was on his knees much to his surprise he couldn’t help but wonder if Salvador was going to like the flag in his pocket when he finally got it back to the shelter. More importantly would his little spoon believe what he went through to bring it to him? And if so...would he live it down if the man did?
It was the usual rant. He had heard it more than a couple times. Sure the words were mixed up and the delivery a tad different but he had heard the song and dance before. Sage had a few habits outside the obvious ones. Clashing by wearing plaids with checks or stripes, mixing his mashed potatoes with his corn and the ability to consume copious amounts of drugs and not give a **** about if it shortened his life or if anyone approved. He also liked to get into someone's space and shake up their world. It could be with his fists, his mouth or his joy stick. Sometimes the last two worked together and offered up a creative combination that left a few happy. And truth be told more than a few not so pleased. Even that didn’t set him back. He was in it for him. Anything beyond that was no sweat off his ***. Now that she was done rattling off what she thought was his options he bobbed his head side to side as if he was actually contemplating any of it as a serious outcome to their situation.
“Yeah, that is cool, sweetheart, ya know if I was actually looking for a ******* job.” He looked at her mildly amused that she was taking herself so seriously. “Spoiler alert. Did you hear me asking for an application?” He wiggled a finger back and forth. “I asked you to be…” A short wheeze on his part interrupted his words. His shoulder was now uncomfortable thanks to a little added pressure. If he got a chance he would make sure to snap the points of her designer shoes right off their soles for the inconvenience. He was into bare feet. If only she knew better. Someone was going to have to teach her. Calling him stupid just made her extra special in his book. He couldn’t recall ever putting his hands with aggressive intent but she just won the prize.“Good girl but I see that was stretching it. Aren’t you a handful.”
Without giving any more time to his being down and supposedly out he set out to use his hands which were free to do his bidding. With the same palms that scooped her up he instead locked over the front of her knee caps intending only to nudge her back so he could stand and get clear of her. Unfortunately he was thinking how grand it would be to make the little witch fly and that is sort of what happened next. Chi push sprang into the picture and surprised him just as much as it possibly did her.
“Holy ****!” Sage could feel his eyes widen so much so that his lower lids stretched. He looked at his hands and flipped them back and forth. He chuckled like he was tickled pink at winning the lottery. “Did you see that? Well, hot damn.” He formed his hands into fists and squeezed finding his happy venous highways getting all pumped to the surface of his skin. “Might wanna be careful, sweet stuff. I am not like your stable boys.” He nodded and his thumb brushed the tip of his nose as if he made his point. He cleared his throat as he dusted nothing particular from his arms. “No need to get up. I can show myself out.”
