Thursday, February 4, 2016


Come join us in our expose' on Cassi from BEYOND THE THRESHOLD.  She is a fun-loving, full-bodied hottie, who has her own unique look and style.  We thought it would be fun to expose, with emphasis on the word expose some of her outfits over the next several weeks.


"There," he said, pointing to the man at a table to the right of the stage. "You know who is drinkin', again.  He’s demandin’ another double, and not only has he had more than enough, but Lordy, it’s time to close up and go home. Not to mention, Cassi seems interested, and I done knows how you don’t like her fraternizin’ with the customers."

Tall with a rubenesque figure, plump and sensuous by many accounts, always flirting by means of bold, blue eyes contrasting with fire-red long flowing curly hair, and a cynical cast to mannequin perfect facial features.  

The club’s smoky-voiced singer collected men like others collected stamps.  She was extremely likeable and her generously proportioned full-figure curvy body style made her particularly coveted by men who liked the cushion.  

This evening she fluttered shyly.  Cassi wore a pale blue head band with cute yellow mouse ears.  Her shoulders were bedecked with matching yellow pixie wings. The yellow and white halter was more the hands to provide fragile under-cups to her gigantic boobage.  Boobs that were displaced, shifted, mislaid, shuffled and tossed by the many independent forces when she moved.  Yes, they oft just jumped as to say, peek-a-boo, I see you and you can see me.  The lacy ridge at her nipple line was so sheer that nipplage's elliptical impressive size, dimple count and color were all distinctly visible.  The Little Miss Muffet dress, yellow over a pink ruffled petticoat, was tied corset tight at the waist by a pale blue sash.  Beneath those ruffles were white opaque thigh-high stockings held up with a matching white lacy garter belt.  And if one traveled above the welts, between her legs, until they found flesh, the discovery this evening of a thong or panty was not going to happen.  Yes, and when she spun, which she did often, she rewarded all watching with an ample helping of eye-candy.  She was shaved as smooth as a slippery gel and smelled of gingerbread.  Matching blue suede high-heeled Mary Janes, finished her look.  She was the ultimate in the naughty fairytale coming to life.   Was she singing looking like that?  Yes, she was.

Living off a trust fund and almost as distanced from family as Hannah, they had something in common. Hannah couldn’t send her away. She knew Cassi’s pain of abandonment and why she lashed out in the worst possible way by being a bad employee, and sometimes a bad girl. Hannah tacitly accepted her unfocused work ethic.  Firing her would be like tossing out an abused animal that needed time and caring to heal. 

Returning to the drunk demanding more liquor, she noticed that the pounding in her head increased its tempo. "This isn’t the first time he’s been here like this."

Gus nodded. "Looks like the gent has his troubles for sure."

"And this isn’t the way to cope with them," she muttered as she moved away from Gus. 

Hardback wooden chairs, large ceiling fans and lush tropical plants set against the backdrop of the tumbling Atlantic made the Seacove a refreshing contrast to the brash glitter of Atlantic City’s casinos just fifteen miles away. The bar and grill catered to those seeking a quiet evening rather than excitement. 

Just a few feet away, she watched as Cassi leaned over and kissed the man directly on the cheek. He pushed her away, looking confused and anxious. As she got closer, Hannah noticed his wide, gold wedding band. 

Disapproval made her tone unusually harsh. "Cassi, leave him be, work or go home."
With a flippant toss of shoulder length, redden-flaxen hair, she unraveled her plushy, lithe frame from the chair like a scorned femme fatale. "Aye-aye boss."

Hannah took Cassi by the hand and noted, "Your behavior is complicating this man.   Can’t you see, he’s hurting and he’s married?  Let him hurt."

"I can ease all sorts of hurt, and it didn’t bother my ex-husband that he was married when he cheated on me."  There it was, Cassi's pain.  She was striking back at a man who was out of her life.  She had to walk the difficult path of personal healing.

"Heal thy self."

"Hey, I’m not the one who comes here every night drowning himself in a bottle. He’s looking for something."  Cassi saw what Hannah had asked her to notice, but Cassi chose initially to ignore.  Was pain the blindfold they both wore?

"And you’re not it."  Hannah pled with a tone that purred like a kitten.

"Whatever," Cassi snapped as smartly as her  heels against the hardwood floor.  Denial was that ugly step-sister that demanded attention.

Without giving Cassi a second glance, she turned her attention to the man. Compassion welled up within her. There was something so lost and fragile about him. She knew all about being lost. Taking the seat Cassi had vacated, she leaned toward him. "Hey, why don’t I call you a taxi?" 

The man was sporting a heavy coat which covered his work clothes.  He had arrived at the bar right after his shift was over.  

Bloodshot eyes peered at Hannah through wire-rimmed glasses. "Naw, just call Gus. I want a… a… another drink."  He looked to the bar, "Gus... double!"

"Bar's closed. We’re closing."

He squinted at his watch. "It’s early."

"No, sir, it’s very late. I’m certain your wife is worried."  There was an assumption made that he was married.  Could he have been drinking because he lost his wife?  Hannah had not considered any more than the obvious.  

His bottom lips trembled and he pounded both fists on the table. "Give me a drink!"

"Sir, it’s time to go home."

"The lady’s right, Matt," issued a deep, resonate voice. "Don’t make me drag you home by the scruff of your neck, cause God help me, I will."  

The unmistakable fury in the man’s tone rattled Hannah. She knew this man.  "Seth?" she muttered softly.  Her gaze flew upward to meet those of a rakish stranger with furious blue eyes and an uncanny resemblance to a man she had loved not so long ago, and the very man who had her shunned.  But... it was not Seth.

It didn-t shock Sheriff Adam McGreggor to discover the owner of the local seaside nightclub was once part of a sect. Hannah Holt-s entire appearance and attitude just didn-t fit her profession. Her reluctance to press charges against an assailant that left her battered and drugged, however, did shock Adam to his core. Even more jolting was his instantaneous attraction to this woman who fought his every advance.
But Hannah has a secret he cannot begin to fathom ... she is from a parallel world....
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