FAUST 1997 -- Cookin' Cajun 9808.12 by Nytshaed. ©1998 Chaotic Works Inc. No part of the manuscript may be published, posted or reposted without explicit written permission by the Author. This story is of an Adult nature and is intended for persons over the age of 18.

She was startled out of a daydream by someone pounding on the bus door.

"Jesus!!" She she exclaimed then got up to go look out the peep hole. It was AJ. She glanced at her watch and was confused, it was eleven AM. He was usually never out and about this early in the day.

"I know you're in there..." He he muttered in a deep voice.
"Let me in...." He growled.

Nyt took a deep breath and unlocked the door. You couldn't exactly keep the boss out of his own office now, could you? She took a step back as he slowly ascended the stairs and closed the door behind him. His expression was a stern one, then suddenly he grinned impishly and ducked around her to sit at the table set for one. Nyt turned to see him gleefully picking up the silverware and preparing to start eating her dinner. Fear of the omnipotent AJ was overridden by fear of losing her dinner before going to sleep for the day.

"Hey!! Get away from my dinner!!" She yelled and slid into the booth seat next to him slamming her hip against his as she took the utensils from him. He looked at her with a slightly shocked expression, then smiled slowly as he picked up one of the hushpuppies and popped it into his mouth.

"I could kill you for that..." He grinned.

Nyt only glared at him in reply to that hopefully idle threat.

"But I won't.... This smells too good. You make this?" He asked indicating the meal with a nod of his head.

"Yes."

He grinned wide at her again, and this was that grin of his that gave most mortals the willies. Nyt shivered.
"May I have a bite? I haven't had decent Creole in... well a very long time..." He said looking down at the catfish.

Nyt looked at him for a long time before cutting off a piece of the fish and offering it to him on the end of the fork. With his eyes never leaving hers, he put his hand over hers and slid the fork into his mouth, and accepted the bite. He let go of her hand and chewed it slowly.

"Mmmm.... Damn good." He said swallowing it, and indicating he wanted more.

"You Creole?" He asked taking another of the hushpuppies.

"No, California born and bred. A friend of a relative taught me to cook like this..." She said, her voice trailing off." Volunteering too much information to him about her pedigree could be fatal.

"Really?" He said taking a sip of her coke.
"You cook a lot?"

"I cook all of my meals. I don't trust most restaurants."

"You cook like this all the time?" He asked as she ate some of the asparagus.

"Yes. Well, not Cajun everyday, but I cook my dinner each day before going to sleep."

AJ nodded.
"You want a job?"

Nyt chuckled as she fed him a bite of the asparagus.

"Don't I have one already?"

"Yes, of course you do. I meant working for me. Directly." He said taking the silverware from her, and cut a piece of the catfish then fed it to her before cutting more for himself.

Nyt chewed the bite slowly, as a ominous feeling came over her. She had been around him long enough he only did things to benefit himself.

"Doing what?"

AJ didn't respond right away, he was cutting and eating more of her dinner. After swallowing another bite and leaning back in the booth seat he draped his arm on the back of the booth behind her.

"Drive my bus, and cook for me."

Nyt scowled at him.
"Don't you already have a driver?"

"I can fire him, or have him killed it's all the same to me." He said with a wave of his hand.

"Uh.. please don't do either on my behalf..."

"Fine, I'll just fire him."

"Who will drive the band bus then?"

"Hmm, good question." He replied resting his chin on the arm stretched out behind her as he grinned at her.
"Any suggestions?"

Nyt rolled her eyes.
"Gee, how about we just switch drivers?"

AJ's eyes opened wide in feigned amazement.
"Say!! Now there's an idea....." He said poking the end of her nose with his index finger.

"I'll tell Roger what's going on, and we'll make the swap tonight. I'll have Jackie move your stuff over to my bus, and oh, what else do we need to take care of?" He said looking up at the ceiling and rubbing his chin.

"Oh!! I know..." He said snapping his fingers, and looking back at her.
"I wont fuck anymore of your guests." He grinned wickedly.

Nyt glared at him, recalling the night he had seduced and abused Rik.

AJ smiled winningly at her.
"What??? He didn't have to go with me.... He coulda said "no". I would have let him leave."

"Right..."

"No, REALLY! I am not into raping people, OK, maybe I am but..." AJ laughed and made a waving motion with his hand again.
"Let's just forget about all of that, and you will start tonight as my driver." He reached down and pinched her on the thigh, making her squeal, and scoot away from him.

"Lemme out. I gotta roll."

Nyt slid out of the booth and let AJ stand. He reached out and shook her hand.

"Welcome aboard again. Say, how much a week are we paying you now?" He asked as he started down the steps of the bus.

"A thousand a week, plus expenses."

"Cool, triple it." He said opening the door.

Nyt about choked.
"What? That's insane!"

"Fine, take a cut in pay. I don't care."

"No, no... I'll take it. Thanks." She said after recovering from the shock, and pondering the outrageous offer.

"Is that for the promotion?"

AJ gave her a sly smile and blew her a kiss.
"Nope, hazard pay..." He said bouncing out of the bus, slamming the door behind him.

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