Name:  Deke Lorton<br/><br/>Location & Time:  Sam’s room/Friday, 20 December 0745<br/><br/>Tagging: Sam.<br/><br/>Wearing:  His colors and a black long sleeved shirt, jeans and biker boots.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Deke kept his left hand up, two fingers extended while Sam babbled away.  She’d done exactly what he’d wanted, so all the extra nonsense didn’t really bug him; in fact he thought some of it was kind of cute.  When she was done Deke simply said “Good girl,” then took a step forward and snapped his left hand out towards Sam’s face – but instead of tagging her on the chin with a jab, Deke’s hand snaked around Sam’s head and quickly took hold of the back of her slim neck.  The biker’s grip wasn’t gentle, but it wasn’t crushing either; someone looking on might have thought it was more …<i>possessive</i>than anything else, kind of like how a tomcat grabs a female by the scruff of her neck before mounting her.  Keeping his eyes locked on Sam’s pretty blue ones, Deke sheathed his knife and then settled the fingers of his right hand onto her exposed throat, firmly enough to feel the pulse hammering away under her soft, smooth skin.  Then Deke leaned in, close enough for her to feel his breath on her face, his eyes just inches from hers as he spoke to her gently.<br/><br/>“You’re doing real good Pumpkin.  It’s nice to see a hot chick with some brains in her head for a change.  But your day’s not over yet, not by a longshot.  It’s gonna be minute by minute for you ‘til we get what we want and leave.  So if you want to keep breathing …” Deke put a little pressure on Sam’s windpipe, then backed off “… you’ll keep it up.  Do<i>exactly</i>what I say,<i>when</i>I say it.  Otherwise … you’re of no use to me.  Now if I thought you were an airhead, I'd ask again if you understand.  But since I know you're a smart gal ...”<br/><br/>Deke pulled his face back and let go of Sam’s throat, but kept hold of the back of her neck before he went on.  “Now if there’s<i>other</i>stuff you want to do to keep me happy, well who am I to complain, right?  Maybe today's my lucky day.”  Deke actually smiled and laughed before he continued.  “So thanks for offering me your pot Sam, but I’ll pass.”  As Deke chuckled his left hand massaged the back of Sam’s neck a little; he could feel how tightly wound the girl’s body was, and really<i>had</i>thought the offer of her little stash was cute.  “And just so you know, I really<i>do</i>like your outfit.”  Deke’s fingers toyed with the devil sign that dangled from Sam’s collar for a second, before he traced a line down her sternum with the scarred knuckles of his right hand; as his fingers passed through Sam’s cleavage he smiled again.  “In fact, if you were to end up working at the Clubhouse to pay off your shithead brother’s debt, something like<i>this </i>would be perfect.  Except in black.”  Deke’s fingers continued down over Sam’s toned abs and then gripped the very top of her little shorts and gave them a playful tug.  “Black leather maybe.  And we’d also have to get you some shoes to go with it, since the floor in the bar is a fucking disaster area.  But I bet a hottie like you could figure all that out somehow.”<br/><br/>Deke started to turn towards the door, as if he was going to lead Sam from the room, but he suddenly stopped and turned back towards her.  “Y’know Pumpkin, it sounds like my friends downstairs are still rounding up your bro and Mom.  And your sister can wait a few minutes longer.”  Deke looked around Sam’s room, his eyes taking in the band posters from his youth and the clothes hanging in her closet.  “Why don’t you …<i>audition</i>for me a bit?  Find something in that closet of yours like I was talking about.  Something that’ll make your sis jealous, and your brother’s eyes pop out of his fat head, and your Mom fucking<i>yell</i>at you when we see them all here in a minute.  I bet you got something like that in there.”  Deke gestured at Sam’s closet before he went on.  “Now I know it might be creepy for you to change in front of me; I can’t close my eyes or turn away after all.  But<i>you</i>can turn your back to me if you want, it won’t make me mad.  That way all I’ll see is that nice curvy ass of yours.  And since I’ve seen half your cheeks already that won’t be a big deal, right?”  The way Deke looked at Sam<i>almost</i>made it seem like what he was suggesting was optional … if she wanted to push her luck.  But maybe it was her lucky day too ...