fandomtownies | The Gig: Thursday [7-29-10]

"Hello? Is anyone here?" called a peevish voice belonging to a man of average height and build, clad in outlandish clothing: high boots, black leather pants, green vest over a voluminous weaved shirt, and a hat perched on top of his head. His walk and manner suggested disdain and power with the air of being instantly appeased.

This was James, Fop of Krondor.

Helen had just finished closing up shop and changing into long skirts and a white, very loose and somewhat low cut peasant blouse. She smiled to herself, then hurried out to greet whomever that was.

"Hello," she said politely. "I'm Betsy. May I help you?"

Normally, James would have whistled.

"I demand a ride," he said, petulantly.

"But of course, Sir," she said meekly. "Do you have a preference for one of the horses over another?"

The dandy gave her a good hard glance. "I'm sure that whatever you choose would be...adequate."

He caught himself trying to peer down her blouse to see what was underneath, and realized it. He decided to be a bit more obvious about it.

She ducked her head, blushing, and tried to tug her blouse up a bit. "Of course, Sir. It will only be a moment while I saddle them up."

She was cute when she blushed, and he was still curious what she wore under, if anything. "Be quick about it, lass, there'll be another silver in it for you."

He rather wished the skirt was shorter, so he could catch a glimpse her legs. He stifled a grin; this dandy business was interesting.

She nodded and set to work saddling up two horses. If her blouse slipped from time to time or her skirts hiked up further than she realized, well, that was just the way of things wasn't it?

Each glimpse earned a smile from James, who remembered to turn it into a smirk or a leer roughly half the time. Did she even realize...?
He would have offered to help, but... "Quicker, now."

Oh, she realized! Seriously, she was nowhere near this clumsy in reality!

Still she hurried, finally finishing and blotting the perspiration from her face with the bottom of her blouse. (Was that a flash of something there?) "Shall I prepare some sustenance for the ride, Sir? In case you grow hungry or thirsty?"

"Yes. I find myself hungry and thirsty, but do not want to eat at this...place," he said, gesturing to the stables and the smell.

He had to remind himself to tone down the grin at Helen's gesture; he said a silent prayer to Ruthia, Goddess of Luck, for a light drizzle or misplaced water bucket.

'Betsy' nodded and collected food and drink from the refrigerator where she had them ready. Unfortunately, a careless movement spilled one of the water bottles down her front. She tried to blot it as best she could with her skirt, but despite everything it stuck to her quite thoroughly.

James would tip the temple appropriately; he was a bit worried about Helen, though, to make sure she was well or if this was a trick of Betsy.

His eyes traveled over her as she blotted, drinking in the sight of her legs and her now-revealed figure. "Careful, girl," he stated. "Don't want to catch cold from being clumsy."

She shot him a quick Look, then immediately returned to 'Betsy'. "My pardons, Sir. It's just, well, I'm not used to being around one of your stature. I'm afraid it makes me a bit nervous."

It totally didn't, but she was enjoying the game.

James flashed her a smile before becoming a bit stern. "Well, get on with it, lass, else you end up dunking yourself in the horse trough!

She dropped him a curtsey, ducking her head and showing a fair amount of cleavage. "Yes, Sir, of course, Sir."

She bustled around collecting everything, then led the horses over. "All is ready, Sir, if you'd like to mount up?"

...~~Hel--~~ Betsy was very gifted.

He walked over to his horse and inspected everything to see if it met his standards. Of course, it didn't, and he made his sneer express that.

She cringed dramatically. "Sir? What displeases you?"

"I suppose this will do," he said, snidely; James wondered if she would offer to give him a lift or if he should just jump up as he normally did.

"Do you... do you need assistance, Sir?" she asked tentatively.

"Of course!" he sneered.

He did, actually; these pants were a bit snug.

'Betsy' carefully tucked her skirts up before kneeling in front of him and offering her hands to help him up. If he looked down he'd get a lovely view right down her blouse.

It was such a lovely view that the dandy lost his smile for a minute, ogling. James shook his head slightly, and resumed his sneer, placing a foot in her hands; he may have stepped and leaned farther than was strictly necessary in his tight pants; depending on Betsy's view, she might get quite the eyeful.

Oh, now that was nice. She might have done a bit of staring as he stepped up. Maybe more than a little.

James took his time stepping on to the horse, and continued to make sure he was properly seated as he admired the view from below.

So far, this was a wonderful idea.

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