DISCLAIMER: The story you will get to read here is PURE FICTION! All happenings and actions are just the result of my FANTASY and should be considered as PARODY. It is NOT my intent to harm anyone's privacy - as the persons this FANFICTION deals with are of public interest and have celebrity status.

Did he ever see at all? The essentials are invisible for the eyes – it’s the heart that detects and blazes in flames...

Synopsis: Taking the subway in New York can have different side effects. Dave meets Deborah - and it's not the similarity of the first letter of their names that connect the two...

This is a pure Dave related fiction.

in flames....................................................................................................©2009 by moranalefaye aka morgain-ized

I.

She dashes down into the subway. Doors opening, closing – out off breath she gathers the last free seat, clutching to her laptop bag with one hand and to the wheeled alu suitcase with the other one. The camera case hangs over her shoulder. This all as she wanted to save some money on the cab. A coctail of different scents mingle around her nose. Cheap perfume, tobacco, sweat, alcohol, printing ink, hot dog, piss and vomit – to name just a few. People cramp into the compartment and she’s glad that she doesn’t suffer of claustrophobia.

A few stations later there’s finally a little more space to breathe again. She stretches her long legs and adjusts herself in her seat, sighing slightly, rubbing her left knee.

„Yo, bitch! Fancy a fuck?“

The smeary looking guy sitting opposite her spits out the match he was chewing on. He doesn’t seem sober as well. Moving her fingers nervously on the metallic surface of her suitcase she tries to ignore him. Two girls down the aisle start giggling. She looks up again and sees the man – perhaps in his late twenties – rubbing his crotch. His shabby jeans look like they hadn’t seen the laundry for a while. The smell is accordingly. Three of his toes are sticking out of his torn, worn out Chucks.

„Like what you see, slut? I have a lot to offer!“

He chuckles and it’s obvious he’s missing a few teeth, too. The dirty hand keeps on squeezing the growing bulge in his pants. She rolls her eyes and turns her face in disgust. Most people in the wagon seem too busy reading or bored to give any kind of reaction. She tries to keep her cool but’s it’s definitely getting on her nerves. Shortly before the next stop he pulls down his zipper. With a swift move he presents his rock hard member, moving up and down quickly with his stained fingers.
She grabs her luggage and jumps up when the doors open, running out onto the platform. An evil male laughter is following her – then the doors shut again and the train rolls on. She doesn’t see it as she checks some letter and map and then swears aloud.

„Fuck!“

A low chuckle behind her. She furiously turns around.
„Nah, don’t slap me – I’m up to no bad!“

A pair of green-brown eyes are facing her. He must have been in the train, following her out with a few other passengers that already rushed to the exits. Recognizing him immediately she’s shortly out off words.

„Can I help you? You look kinda lost.“
He points towards the city map.

„Oh, yes – sorry. Well, it looks I got off too early.“
„Where do you have to go?“
„Promise not to laugh!“
He smirks at her.
„OK, I’ll try.“
„Baron Inc.!“
He looks at her perplexed for a second and then bursts into laughter.
„Awwww – you are so mean!“
He still shakes and then wipes his right eye.
„Sorry – that’s a good one!“
„Nah, it’s true – here, look!“
She passes him over the letter. He eyes on it and then shakes his head.
„Now that’s indeed wicked!“
„Suppose you can tell me how to get there as fast as possible?“
He checks his watch.
„You will be late – sorry.“
„Argh, I knew it!“
„Are you coming straight from the airport?“
„Yes.“
„Why didn’t you simply take a cab?“
She blushes slightly.
„Errrr – I wanted to save some money. You know, I’m not a rock star.“

He turns serious again and smiles at her in a way her knees start to feel like jelly. Now she can smell his cologne and she finally realizes she’s definitely talking with David.

„I’m Deborah Jenssen – sorry, I’m really impolite!“
He takes her offered hand and closes his long, slender fingers firmly around hers.
„Nice to meet you! I’m obviously that rock star.“
The blink he gives her let’s her grin now.
„OK, Mr. Gahan – the pleasure is all mine.“
„David, please. And now you better follow me. I try to think of a reasonable excuse for Jonathan on the way. Actually I can afford a cab.“
„Stop teasing!“
He chuckles again and searches for his mobile.

„Hi, John – Dave here! Listen, I’m not in for the meeting in time. You and the guys better start without me. I have an emergency here. No, not me. I need to help out a nice lady here...stop it, John! No, no, no! Hey, she just flew in from Europe and I have to guide her to Baron & Baron Inc.! Ha ha ha – sure! As it’s sorta on my way – you must be kidding me! No idea – wait a sec!“

He pierces her with his amazing eyes again.
„Baron & Baron Advertizing?“
„Yep – but I need to meet them at Hudson St. Building.“
„Did you hear that, John? OK – I see you later then! Cheers!“

They approach the exit. He adjusts his black scarf and then reaches for her heavy alu suitcase.

„Let me handle this for you.“
„Ah, do I look that weak?“
She blinks at him.
„All the gentleman today? Well, admit it – the first second you thought I would be going to work for your Jonathan Kessler, right?“
He snickers again and nods.
„Allright, busted!“

The next cab is stopping and they prop her luggage into the boot and get into the vehicle. The traffic is quite busy. She will never make it in time. Now it’s her taking out her cell phone.

„I should be there in three minutes, geez – Scotty, beam me up!“
„And now you want to call in telling them you won’t make it in time?“
„Sure, why not?“
„Let me guess – german?“
„Uh, is my accent that horrible?“
„Ha ha, no – but I can read. Look, the baggage tag is issued in Hamburg, Germany. So german accuracy pops up in my mind.“
„Gosh, and I thought I usually had my eyes everywhere!“
„Don’t call. I will accompain you to your interview.“
„You want to do what?!“
„I’ll come with you. You might know I did some advertizing stuff for JD Lindebergh. I know some guys from the industry.“
„So you want to bail me out kinda. Now that is sweet!“

She leans back into the cushions and looks out of the window. Slowly the yellow cab makes it through the rush hour.

Five minutes later she’s already nervous again. He giggles and then flips his mobile open.

„OK, give me the number. I can’t see you going through the roof.“

He dials and then talks to the staff. She still can’t believe it.

„So – all is fine, Deborah. The art director you have the appointment with is busy anyway – so it’s no biggie you coming in late.“
„Male or female?“
A questioning look.
„I mean – the one you just talked to.“
„Oh, female!“ He has a smug grin on his face now.
„I know exactly what you’re thinking now!“
„Ah, yeah?“

Instead of an answer he suddenly moves over and kisses her lips quickly. She’s perplexed. That’s just her vivid imagination! He didn’t do that!
He smiles and sinks back into his seat, obviously enjoying having gotten her off guard. What he didn’t expect is her reaction now. Wham! A clapper straight into his face!

„How bleeding dare you, Mr. Gahan!“
„Oops!“
„First that bloody wanker and now you! Do I have a marquee running through my eyes? ‚Please, I need it – treat me like a slut’?!“

She’s fuming and that’s exactly what turns him even more on. Well, the scene in the subway wasn’t tasty – agreed – but he could easily imagine himself in his position. Her long legs alone make him yearn for more. Then the delicious scent that oozes from her skin. She definitely has a good taste concerning perfumes.

„I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to offend you.“

His now dark, sparkling eyes lock her view. She feels some crawlies wandering down her spine. Then his eyes wander along her legs that show under her dark business skirt. Hastily she tries to adjust it, recognizing it’s already slid up above her knees. His warm hand interrupts her action, gliding slowly along her thigh.

„You are beautiful, Deb!“
He more breathes his words than he speaks them and the next moment he is over her again, kissing her passionately. Then he abruptly turns over to the cab driver.

„Would you please drop me here?“

He pays and then opens the door. She’s still in awe, not able to speak a word.
„Good luck with the interview!“
And then the door slams shut and she sees his silhouette disappear in the masses of people on the side walk.

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