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Danaan's Winning Streak
Rent a Herk story
by Hilara
Danaan loved contests. She blessed the day she saw a standee of Wet & Wild
HerK covered with water drops, and made the correct guess on how many drops there were.
Danaan wasn't going
to worry about how many dinars it cost her or the hours she had stood in
SorboMart carefully studying the standee. The prizes were worth it.
She looked down at her beautiful new red silk dress from Dite's Diva Designs and the
matching high heels. Vidal HerK had styled her hair to perfection. Danaan closed her eyes
and imagined the feel of
Masseuse HerK's hands upon her skin.
Chaufer HerK pulled up outside her home. He came around the side of the limo and then
opened the door for Danaan. He grabbed her in his arms, then dipped and kissed her.
"I hope you enjoyed the ride, madamoiselle." Danaan could not speak, but nodded
her agreement. "May I escort you to your door?" he asked. "That is a
lovely offer" she replied, "but I need to check on how Mechanic HerK is doing
wit my truck", Danaan replied. "Then I will carry your packages in the house and
be on my way. It has been a pleasure driving you, madamoiselle", he told her. He
lifted her hand to her mouth and kissed her palm. Then he reached in the back and picked
up her numerous packages and made his way into the house.
Danaan walked and to her garage and couldn't supress a delighted sigh. There stood
Mechanic HerK bent over her truck. He wore skin tight black cutoff jeans. He turned and
faced her. His green mechanic's shirt hung open over a black muscle T. Dark
bangs lay just over his midnight blue eyes which studied her with fascination. Mechanic
HerK let out a wolf whistle. Then he walked over to a work bench and cleaned off his
hands.
She watched his every movement and thrilled at his approach. He cupped her face in his
hands. "How's it going?" she asked. "I''ll have your engine racing in no
time" he assured her. "No doubt", Danaan purred, as he moved closer and
took her in his arms.
The garage door remained closed for a long time.
A few hours later Danaan made her way into the kitchen. Her hair was now somewhat mussed
and her dress was a little askew but as promised Mechanic HerK had her motor running
on all cylinders.
She smiled as she entered the kitchen and found another fabulous surprise. Danaan
was so so excited, she did a little cheer:
"Grape Cluster HerK is at my stove, stirring my pot,
Zeus have mercy, his clusters sure look mighty hot."
Grape Cluster HerK threw back his head and laughed heartily. The vibrations of his chuckle
dislodged a few grapes from strategic places.
"I'm glad you approve", he told her. "You look delicious yourself."
"Thank you", Danaan replied. "So what ya got cooking?"
"Something I call Danaan's Grape Delight."
He dipped his spoon in the mixture and offered her a taste. It was heavenly.
Here let me taste, he said. He dipped his head and licked her lips. The grapes and spoon
hit the floor.
Sometime later, Danaan sighed, "my compliments to the chef."
Later that night, Danaan was relaxing on her couch watching Nude NeKid
HerK's tour of Italy on the HerK Travel channel. "I'd sure like to ride on his
gondola", she thought. Then the doorbell rang. She shut off the tv in disappointment.
It quickly disappeared when she saw who was waiting at her door. It was King Kull. "I
heard you needed some furniture in your bedroom rearranged", he told her, after they
had shared the proper greeting. "That's right, I do", she replied. "
She led him up the stairs and into her bedroom. "I need my antique bed moved from
this wall to the other", Danaan instructed. Kull grinned. "I't is an exquisite
piece, he said. "But then you are an exquisite lady with tremendous taste. So I would
expect nothing less." Danaan beamed.
He removed his chest plate and his codpiece. "They'd get in the way" he
explained. "They sure would", Danaan agreed. Kull then rolled up his sleeves and
flexed his muscles to warm them up. Danaan was amazed as he lifted the bed easily and
placed it in its new spot.
"Now I've heard you wanted to make sure the 'springs are durable enough to
withstand an earthquake.' Is that correct?"
"You've got it sire."
"Well I know how to make the earth move. So I'm just the right man for the job."
Danaan smiled coquetishly.
Kull's arms sneaked around her and he lowered the zipper on the red dress and he eased it
off her shoulders. His lips trailed along her spine. Then he knelt before her and slipped
off her shoes, caressing her feet with his talented hands.
Danaan's knees felt weak. Kull guided her gently down onto the bed, then lowered his body
onto hers. That night Danaan learned the King's word was as good as gold.
The End