The Daring Prey

Chapter Two-2

"Oh, yes," Alexa replied. "I've been here before." Facing the men, she stretched again, arms over her head, back arched.

"So you know exactly what you're doing, don't you?" Mike called out. Alexa grinned at him. "Do I, now?" she challenged. "Say, how far away is the next little town along that road? Two miles? Three? Four? There aren't any maps."

"I don't know," Mike shrugged. "It takes the stage about an hour to get there."

"Let's see how long it takes on foot," Alexa said. She turned away from her very interested audience and set out at a slow trot, quickly passing beyond the stakes. A little way beyond them, she looked back over her shoulder. All of the men, including Mike, were just standing there as if they couldn't fathom the situation.

"Catch me if you can!" Alexa taunted them, and kicked her speed up to a sprint. Behind her, she heard a sudden commotion and then the sounds of pounding feet. She risked a quick look back over her shoulder. Three of the men, Mike included, were rapidly closing on her. Two more lagged behind them, and the last two had apparently decided to not even try. Now came the first tricky part, staying out of their clutches for the next few moments. She put on just enough of a burst of speed to keep the distance between her and her closest pursuers. They were probably faster than she was over a short distance, but if they didn't run her down quickly it would become a matter of endurance, which was what she was aiming for. She'd run in a number of marathons. She didn't think that any of the men chasing her had. Once it was down to that, the second tricky part would come up. She had to maintain a lead over them, but not so great a lead that they just gave up. It would be one thing to arrive in the next wide spot in the road all alone. It would be much better to do so just ahead of a pack of gasping, panting men who had chased her all the way there and had almost, but not quite, caught her. If it took the stage about an hour to make the trip, she figured she could do it in around forty-five minutes. How many of her pursuers could keep it up for that long? Well, she would find out. She had certainly done what she could to arouse their lustful interest with her skimpy clothing and the shameless display of her limbering-up exercises.

Mike was sneakier than she'd thought. She'd kept looking back over her shoulder to see where her pursuers were, and how many of them were left. Once they were down to four she slacked off on checking them for a while so that she could concentrate on her pace and breathing. This part of the dirt road was rutted and littered with stones, and the last thing she wanted to do was twist her ankle. She was so intent on not making a misstep that she didn't see that Mike and one of the other men had stealthily quickened their pace enough to begin to slowly close the distance between themselves and her. It might have worked, except that the other man's breathing was just a bit too loud. When Alexa risked a quick look back she saw Mike almost close enough to reach out and grab her. She gave a surprised yelp and broke into a sprint again., not daring to look back until she started to become winded and had to slow down. Her four pursuers were still there, all strung out along the road with Mike in the lead some twenty or thirty yards behind her. He looked grimly determined. The other men were too far back for her to see their expressions clearly. She settled back into her best jogging pace, but now looked back at every hundredth step or so. Mike was slowly gaining on her again, and one of the other men seemed to have given up. She kept going. The sun rose higher in the sky and startled crows cawed angrily as she went by them with her pursuers in tow. The chase went on. Every time Alexa looked back she saw the three men behind her, led by Mike, who was doing remarkably well considering that he was wearing heavy boots instead of running shoes. She rounded a bend in the road and saw the next little hamlet just ahead. She could see people walking around. Some of them spotted her and stopped whatever they were doing to watch. More stopped as they saw Mike pounding along after her. She took one last quick look back, judged how much of a lead she had and whether or not the men chasing her could manage one last burst of speed to catch up to her before she reached the safe zone. She slowed her pace. The only thing that could screw it all up for her now was if some man up ahead decided to run out after her himself, but everyone seemed too bemused by the spectacle to even think of it. She drew closer and closer until she could see the stakes to either side of the road only a little way ahead. Another quick look back told her the men couldn't possibly catch her now unless she stopped dead. She had no intention of doing that, but she did slow her pace down so that when she crossed the imaginary line into the safe zone she was walking. She threw her hands up in victory, no longer walking so much as bouncing down the street in triumph. She heard cheers from some of the people watching. When she turned around to see how her pursuers were doing, the last one was just tottering into town. He looked as if he was ready to keel over. Mike was leaning against a hitching post, trying to catch his breath, and the other man had sat down in the street with his back propped against a building.

She'd done it! Oh, she was a bit short or breath herself but she felt as if she could easily keep going on to the next hamlet. It wasn't part of her plan to do that so early, though. She quickly scanned the tiny town and spotted the saloon. It was in a two-story wooden building, and she knew that the upper floor had rooms to rent. She'd already reserved one, and the small parcel she'd sent on with the stage should be waiting there for her. All she had to do was go in, claim her key, and relax for a while. But she was feeling so elated at how well her plan had worked so far, even with Mike bird-dogging her, that she wanted to celebrate. The fact that she'd attracted quite a crowd only served to boost her spirits higher. She looked around for Mike and saw him walking towards her, still breathing heavily. She had a sudden inspiration, and when he finally reached her she grabbed him by his belt before he could catch his breath enough to say whatever he seemed to want to say to her.

"You come with me," she told him, and set out for the saloon. Too winded and weakened, and probably too curious to see what she had in mind, Mike trundled along after her without saying a word. She towed him up the steps and into the saloon by his belt. "Alexa Marx," she called out to the startled bartender. "I have a reservation!"

"Room three, top of the stairs," he said. He was a heavyset man with an impressive handlebar mustache that he's apparently cultivated to make up somewhat for his bald head.

"I need the key!" Alexa barked as she approached the bar. The man reached under the bar and came up with the key, which he slapped down on the polished bar surface.

"Thanks!" Alexa barked again as she scooped it up and headed for the stairs. There were a couple of people sitting at tables, and they all stopped whatever they were doing to watch Alexa drag Mike upstairs. She ignored them. She was feeling suddenly and almost uncontrollably horny and any time spent in not immediately getting her closer to what she wanted would only be time wasted. It also might be enough time for Mike to get his wind back and possibly mess up what she had in mind by suddenly getting all masculine and assertive. The door to Room 3 was unlocked when she got there. She threw it open, hauled Mike inside with her, and slammed the door shut behind them. Only then did she let go of his belt, so that she could throw her arms around his neck and kiss him, long and hard and with lots of tongue. He was too surprised to respond at first, but when he did it was enthusiastically. When she felt him putting his arms around her, Alexa abruptly let go of him and pushed him back.

"What...?" he started to say, clearly confused.

"Shut up," Alexa ordered. "Get your pants down and get on the bed. If you aren't carrying a condom they keep some in the drawer in the nightstand. Move!" She stepped forward to give him a gentle shove in the direction of the bed and began taking off her shoes and socks. When she looked up, Mike was sitting on the bed with his pants down around his ankles, opening the drawer on the nightstand. He must have felt her eyes on him, because he looked up, smiled at her, and held up a condom. She smiled back and pulled her shirt and sports bra off up over her head in one smooth move and let them fall on the floor. Mike kept watching as she shucked off her shorts and panties and stood before him naked. He certainly didn't look disappointed.

"Get it on," she ordered him as she walked towards the bed, trying, but not entirely succeeding, in moving slowly, deliberately and sexily. Now that he had some idea of what was coming, Mike's c**k was becoming erect, but wasn't hard enough for him to slip the condom on easily. It didn't help that he kept looking from what he was trying to do to Alexa as she approached him. Exasperated, Alexa shoved him over onto his back and started giving him a hand job. He was sweaty enough that she didn't see a need for any lubricant, and soon he was hard enough for her to slip the condom on to him easily. The moment she had, he tried to sit up again, his hands going for her breasts. She was long past any need for foreplay, though. She roughly brushed his hands away and made him lie on his back on the bed. He didn't object, and when she straddled him, gripping his c**k to guide it into her, he reached up again for her breasts. He seemed to be getting his wind back.

Alexa eased herself down onto Mike's c**k. It was about average in length, but it was deliciously thick and she couldn't help moaning, her head tilted back and her eyes closed as she slid down, down, down. She heard Mike moan in turn and looked down at him with a wicked little smile.

"Tight, isn't it?" she asked as she began rotating her hips, slowly and strongly. He only moaned again, his eyes closed and his hands groping and squeezing her breasts. Miffed, she ripped his shirt open and pinched his n*****s. He let out a startled cry. His eyes flew open and he looked up at her, frowning.

"I said: 'Tight, isn't it?'" she repeated, giving his small male n*****s a twist.

"Yes!" he answered promptly, and then she did something to his c**k that made his eyes roll up.

"This is what you get for coming in second," she purred to him, grinding her hips.

"Second?" he asked without opening his eyes. His hands slid from her breasts to her hips and gripped her as if he was worried she might get up and leave otherwise.