THE ADVENTURES OF TAMMY JEAN RATLIFF (Oneshot; Companion Piece)
THE ADVENTURES OF TAMMY JEAN RATLIFF
A Companion to “The Adventures of Krista Allen”
By: Lady Michaelis
Pairing: Cale Mills/Tommy Joe Ratliff (mentions of others)
Rating: R - NC17
Warnings: Sexual situations, cross dressing, foul language
Genre: Romance/Erotica/Humor
Summary: Tommy Joe just wanted to set fire to O’Connell’s hair. Really.
Disclaimers: I own no one and nothing-well, maybe Krista and Tammy Jean.
Note: This is a companion piece to “The Adventures of Krista Allen”; in a nutshell, it tells the story of what happened after Tammy Jean left Krista. Oh, and Tammy Jean is my hero.
Tommy Joe Ratliff wasn’t too sure if leaving Kris Allen alone was the best idea in the world.
From the moment they had crossed paths, Tommy could tell that trouble tailed after Kris wherever he went. The sweet, unassuming (and sometimes, idiotic) Southern boy was the object of many a stupid man’s affection, but Tommy very well knew that they were creatures of the same breed-the type to string Kris along and leave him for some bimbotic blond cheerleader in the end. That was the sole reason as to why he kept them at bay as best as he could; Kris was his baby, for Christ’s sake. No one was allowed to come in between Tommy Joe Ratliff and the few things he loved.
Protecting Kris was also the only reason as to why he’d reluctantly (read: VERY reluctantly) agreed to don the pink wig and the fucking Daisy Dukes for tonight’s party. If he left Kris-well, Krista, for now-in Brad’s care, the poor thing would just get swallowed up by the stupid frat boys Tommy loathed so much. However, fate had decided to trample on Tommy’s carefully laid out plans and sent Kris tumbling right into Adam Lambert’s arms. Tommy knew when he needed to stop meddling, so he’d left Kris with a wink and a flying kiss before continuing on his merry-and uncomfortable, thanks to the Daisy Dukes-way.
“Hey, sugar,” Tommy felt an arm loop itself around his waist. “Why don’t you stay awhile and have a drink or two with us, eh?”
Tommy cringed at the stench of beer breath invading his nostrils. Seriously, what in the world made the annoyingly squeaky clean cheerleaders want to play tonsil hockey with such scumbags?
“Get your hands off me, bucko,” he quickly wriggled out of the man’s loose hold. “My time comes with a price; I’m not going to sit on your lap and let you tuck dollar bills into my g-string unless you have the means to give me what I want. Sounds good?”
“DeWyze, chill,” a dark-haired, pale-skinned woman pulled him away from Tommy. “I have a feeling you can’t help this chick; take it up with the big bosses.”
Tommy sighed in relief. Finally, someone with the capacity to think.
“I’m Camila Grey-Cam for short,” the woman introduced herself, holding out her hand for Tommy to shake. “I’m sorry about Lee; he’s had a little too much to drink. What can we help you with, miss…?”
“It’s Tammy,” Tommy shook her hand. “Tammy Jean Ratliff. I need help recovering my explosives; Reverend Gokey nicked them during the inspection.”
“Damn,” Cam shook her head. “Any plan involving explosives is definitely too exciting for Gokey’s preacher lifestyle. Come on, follow me upstairs; our alpha, beta or gamma man can probably be of help to you. No one’s going to grope you while I’m around; I’m DTG’s head of security.”
“Lead the way,” Tommy shrugged. “You’re the only person who seems to know what she’s talking about right now. Everyone else is too fucking drunk to care.”
“What about me?” DeWyze grunted. “You can’t just leave me here, Grey.”
“Go home, Lee,” Cam sighed. “Look, just sit there and I’ll have Siobhan or Lilly accompany you home, okay? I have to help Tammy here.”
“What is wrong with him?” Tommy asked derisively, falling into step with his new acquaintance. “He doesn’t seem to be the type to fit into your frat guy fold.”
“Cale-he’s the guy in charge of everything-labeled him as an expendable,” Cam explained. “The purpose of the expendables is basically to act as scapegoats when things fuck up. It’s a terrible job, but someone’s got to do it. We can’t have Cale, Adam or Cook expelled; Delta Theta Gamma will be history.”
Tommy simply nodded, unsure of what else to say. He had never been interested in the fraternity dynamic; he considered such congregations to be too typical of the college society. If you were a member of one, you were automatically cooler than everyone else. Tommy considered the whole thing a dumb idea. He was fine being the cynical floppy-haired dude who wore dark red lipstick to school just because he fucking felt like it. The need to be popular was just so beyond him.
“’Sup, Miss Grey?” the American-Indian Tommy recognized as Anoop Desai tipped his hat at Cam. “You know I would never hesitate to allow you free entry to Mount Olympus, but Lambert is getting pretty cozy with his girl-shocking, I know-right now.”
“You underestimate me, Desai,” Cam smirked. “How many times have I walked in on Archuleta kneeling in between Cook’s legs or Cale wrapped around his girl or guy of the week?”
“Point taken, “Anoop laughed. “I knew Mills hired you for a reason.”
“Speaking of Cale, is he up here?” she asked. “Miss Tammy Jean here needs to see him.”
“Recreational or business purposes?”
Tommy scowled impatiently. Just how long were the pleasantries supposed to take? He wanted out of the wig and the Daisy Dukes eons ago.
“Business,” Cam replied tartly. “I’ll escort Tammy Jean to the boardroom, then.”
“Go on ahead,” Anoop nodded, making an exaggerated sweeping gesture with his arm. “Enjoy.”
Tommy attempted to conceal a snicker at the sight of Kris perched on Adam’s lap by the stairwell balcony, their faces hidden from view by the long strands of Kris’ wig. The boy was such a slut; he was surprised as to how the entire school hadn’t figured it out already.
“Terrance, is the boss in here?”
“He’s been there for almost an hour now,” the tall dark-skinned man answered. “He came to verbal blows with Miss Barbers on the dance floor. Taylor and I were asked to stand guard.”
“Great,” Cam groaned. “Cale is terrible when he’s in a bad mood. You’ll have to come back-”
“No,” Tommy interrupted. “I don’t have much time tonight, so I’ll risk it. I may not seem like much, but I can pack a mean kick when it’s necessary.”
“The chick looks like she means business, lady,” the dark-skinned man’s companion-Taylor-chuckled. “I think the boss needs a pick-me-up right now; she could be just the one.”
Tommy resisted the urge to roll his eyes. They were granting him his ticket to freedom; he had to be nice. If they were going to market him as some sort of call girl, then so be it.
Anything for his beloved explosives.
“Oh, I’m pretty skilled at pick-me-ups,” he smirked, batting his eyelashes at the men standing guard. “I can probably make your boss very, very happy.”
“Be my guest,” the man named Terrance chuckled, holding the door open. “Good luck, miss.”
Tommy took a few tentative steps into the dimly-lit room, flinching a little when he heard the door click shut behind him. He was truly on his own now.
“Green, didn’t I tell you not to-oh.”
Cale Mills emerged from a smaller door on Tommy’s right side, dripping wet from the shower and wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. It was kind of hard not to stare; the star quarterback and alpha male of Delta Theta Gamma was Cosmo’s Bachelor of the Year for a reason, after all.
“Can I help you, miss…?”
“Tammy,” Tommy replied automatically for what seemed to be the nth time that night. “Gokey stole something of mine, and my friends said you guys could help me get it back.”
Cale didn’t look too impressed. “It depends if this is going to be worth my time.”
“Oh honey, how can explosives not be worth your time?” Tommy smirked, all traces of Tammy Jean’s feminine politeness gone. “I had honest intentions of burning off Katy O’Connell’s hair on the night of the Halloween Hop. Gokey ruined my plans, of course.”
“…now I’m interested,” the frat boy admitted, perching onto a barstool. “I’d offer you a drink while we discuss this deal, but I figure you’ve had one too many Snarkie Archies.”
“Oh, I’m cool,” Tommy shrugged, snatching a shot glass off the tray and tipping its contents into his mouth. “Don’t you dare underestimate Tammy Jean Ratliff.”
“Well, it is kinda hard to take you seriously,” Cale smirked. “The pink hair and the Daisy Dukes aren’t really helping your image-though I’m digging the combat boots.”
“They’re my favorite pair,” Tommy grinned, wagging his legs a little-he spent too much time with Kris. “They keep the would-be gropers away.”
“So, if I ran my hand up your thigh like this, would you kick me?”
Tommy was unable to suppress the shiver that crawled up his skin when Cale ran a hand up his thigh. He knew he liked both men and women-though spending time with Brad, Cassidy and Kris was doing wonders to his gay-so it was no surprise that he felt just a wee bit turned on by Cale’s hand snaking up his bare thigh.
The fact that he was getting horny so fast scared him to death, though.
“Good girl,” Cale breathed in his ear. “I think I’m going to take you up on this offer. There’s going to be collateral in some form, though-I think you can make an advance right now.”
“Name it,” Tommy said huskily. “I don’t scare that easily.”
Cale let the towel around his waist drop, exposing what was obviously a rock-hard erection. Tommy bit his lip. Sure, he’d fooled around with Kris now and then, but he rarely put his blowjob skills-which were still a bit sloppy-to good use.
If he couldn’t please Cale with his lack of technique, he would never get his explosives back.
“You have a pretty mouth, babe,” Cale said soothingly, dipping the tip of his index finger into Tommy’s mouth before pushing him down to the floor. “Put it to good use.”
Tommy wrapped a cautious hand around Cale’s cock, giving it a few preliminary strokes just to get a feel of it. It was huge, hot and hard, and he was shocked at how much he wanted it in his mouth. Giving in to the urge, he lowered his mouth onto Cale’s cock, lapping hungrily at the pre-come oozing from the slit.
“Oh, fuck,” Cale hissed. “Not even my girlfriend’s mouth is this snug.”
Tommy smirked. Cheerleader mouths weren’t cut out for anything in his opinion. He pushed down lower, tongue tracing the smooth, warm skin of Cale’s cock. He couldn’t help it-he was curious.
“I’m gonna fuck your mouth, Tammy Jean,” Cale hissed, thrusting harder, his cock connecting with the back of Tommy’s throat. “I’m going to make you my whore and you’re going to like it.”
Tommy moaned around Cale’s cock, making Delta Theta Gamma’s top gun shiver at the sensation. He brazenly knocked his cowboy hat away, as it was becoming a nuisance. Cale’s cock was huge; he couldn’t fit everything into his mouth all at once. It didn’t seem to matter, though, as he felt Cale clench up.
“Gonna come, babe,” he grunted. “I want you to swallow.”
Tommy nodded, sucking harder, milking Cale dry. The taste of the man’s come was a little strange-a combination of bitter and salty. Still, he managed to swallow most of it, breath coming in harsh pants as he crumpled to the floor.
“Christ, that was wonderful,” Cale groaned. “Come here, honey; it’s your turn.”
Tommy froze. He could not afford to blow his cover.
“But this is collateral, remember?” he cocked his head, smirking. “You don’t have to pleasure me in return; all I want are my explosives.”
“That monster in your Daisy Dukes seems to be disagreeing with you, though.”
Tommy looked down, inwardly cursing the testosterone overflowing his body. His cover had been blown forever ago. By a hard-on. A fucking hard-on.
“I’ve been with men, Tammy Jean,” Cale crooked a finger at him. “I knew you were a man the moment you stepped into this room; I just decided to play along to see what I could get out of it. I’d hate to let you leave with that, so it’s best you come here and let me take care of you.”
Tommy shrugged. He couldn’t win all the time, right? Grinning mischievously, he unbuttoned his Daisy Dukes and toed them off, leaving him in only the plaid shirt-which was now gaping open; he had no idea how that ever happened-pink thong and the combat boots.
“So, are you ready for me, cowboy?”
A Companion to “The Adventures of Krista Allen”
By: Lady Michaelis
Pairing: Cale Mills/Tommy Joe Ratliff (mentions of others)
Rating: R - NC17
Warnings: Sexual situations, cross dressing, foul language
Genre: Romance/Erotica/Humor
Summary: Tommy Joe just wanted to set fire to O’Connell’s hair. Really.
Disclaimers: I own no one and nothing-well, maybe Krista and Tammy Jean.
Note: This is a companion piece to “The Adventures of Krista Allen”; in a nutshell, it tells the story of what happened after Tammy Jean left Krista. Oh, and Tammy Jean is my hero.
Tommy Joe Ratliff wasn’t too sure if leaving Kris Allen alone was the best idea in the world.
From the moment they had crossed paths, Tommy could tell that trouble tailed after Kris wherever he went. The sweet, unassuming (and sometimes, idiotic) Southern boy was the object of many a stupid man’s affection, but Tommy very well knew that they were creatures of the same breed-the type to string Kris along and leave him for some bimbotic blond cheerleader in the end. That was the sole reason as to why he kept them at bay as best as he could; Kris was his baby, for Christ’s sake. No one was allowed to come in between Tommy Joe Ratliff and the few things he loved.
Protecting Kris was also the only reason as to why he’d reluctantly (read: VERY reluctantly) agreed to don the pink wig and the fucking Daisy Dukes for tonight’s party. If he left Kris-well, Krista, for now-in Brad’s care, the poor thing would just get swallowed up by the stupid frat boys Tommy loathed so much. However, fate had decided to trample on Tommy’s carefully laid out plans and sent Kris tumbling right into Adam Lambert’s arms. Tommy knew when he needed to stop meddling, so he’d left Kris with a wink and a flying kiss before continuing on his merry-and uncomfortable, thanks to the Daisy Dukes-way.
“Hey, sugar,” Tommy felt an arm loop itself around his waist. “Why don’t you stay awhile and have a drink or two with us, eh?”
Tommy cringed at the stench of beer breath invading his nostrils. Seriously, what in the world made the annoyingly squeaky clean cheerleaders want to play tonsil hockey with such scumbags?
“Get your hands off me, bucko,” he quickly wriggled out of the man’s loose hold. “My time comes with a price; I’m not going to sit on your lap and let you tuck dollar bills into my g-string unless you have the means to give me what I want. Sounds good?”
“DeWyze, chill,” a dark-haired, pale-skinned woman pulled him away from Tommy. “I have a feeling you can’t help this chick; take it up with the big bosses.”
Tommy sighed in relief. Finally, someone with the capacity to think.
“I’m Camila Grey-Cam for short,” the woman introduced herself, holding out her hand for Tommy to shake. “I’m sorry about Lee; he’s had a little too much to drink. What can we help you with, miss…?”
“It’s Tammy,” Tommy shook her hand. “Tammy Jean Ratliff. I need help recovering my explosives; Reverend Gokey nicked them during the inspection.”
“Damn,” Cam shook her head. “Any plan involving explosives is definitely too exciting for Gokey’s preacher lifestyle. Come on, follow me upstairs; our alpha, beta or gamma man can probably be of help to you. No one’s going to grope you while I’m around; I’m DTG’s head of security.”
“Lead the way,” Tommy shrugged. “You’re the only person who seems to know what she’s talking about right now. Everyone else is too fucking drunk to care.”
“What about me?” DeWyze grunted. “You can’t just leave me here, Grey.”
“Go home, Lee,” Cam sighed. “Look, just sit there and I’ll have Siobhan or Lilly accompany you home, okay? I have to help Tammy here.”
“What is wrong with him?” Tommy asked derisively, falling into step with his new acquaintance. “He doesn’t seem to be the type to fit into your frat guy fold.”
“Cale-he’s the guy in charge of everything-labeled him as an expendable,” Cam explained. “The purpose of the expendables is basically to act as scapegoats when things fuck up. It’s a terrible job, but someone’s got to do it. We can’t have Cale, Adam or Cook expelled; Delta Theta Gamma will be history.”
Tommy simply nodded, unsure of what else to say. He had never been interested in the fraternity dynamic; he considered such congregations to be too typical of the college society. If you were a member of one, you were automatically cooler than everyone else. Tommy considered the whole thing a dumb idea. He was fine being the cynical floppy-haired dude who wore dark red lipstick to school just because he fucking felt like it. The need to be popular was just so beyond him.
“’Sup, Miss Grey?” the American-Indian Tommy recognized as Anoop Desai tipped his hat at Cam. “You know I would never hesitate to allow you free entry to Mount Olympus, but Lambert is getting pretty cozy with his girl-shocking, I know-right now.”
“You underestimate me, Desai,” Cam smirked. “How many times have I walked in on Archuleta kneeling in between Cook’s legs or Cale wrapped around his girl or guy of the week?”
“Point taken, “Anoop laughed. “I knew Mills hired you for a reason.”
“Speaking of Cale, is he up here?” she asked. “Miss Tammy Jean here needs to see him.”
“Recreational or business purposes?”
Tommy scowled impatiently. Just how long were the pleasantries supposed to take? He wanted out of the wig and the Daisy Dukes eons ago.
“Business,” Cam replied tartly. “I’ll escort Tammy Jean to the boardroom, then.”
“Go on ahead,” Anoop nodded, making an exaggerated sweeping gesture with his arm. “Enjoy.”
Tommy attempted to conceal a snicker at the sight of Kris perched on Adam’s lap by the stairwell balcony, their faces hidden from view by the long strands of Kris’ wig. The boy was such a slut; he was surprised as to how the entire school hadn’t figured it out already.
“Terrance, is the boss in here?”
“He’s been there for almost an hour now,” the tall dark-skinned man answered. “He came to verbal blows with Miss Barbers on the dance floor. Taylor and I were asked to stand guard.”
“Great,” Cam groaned. “Cale is terrible when he’s in a bad mood. You’ll have to come back-”
“No,” Tommy interrupted. “I don’t have much time tonight, so I’ll risk it. I may not seem like much, but I can pack a mean kick when it’s necessary.”
“The chick looks like she means business, lady,” the dark-skinned man’s companion-Taylor-chuckled. “I think the boss needs a pick-me-up right now; she could be just the one.”
Tommy resisted the urge to roll his eyes. They were granting him his ticket to freedom; he had to be nice. If they were going to market him as some sort of call girl, then so be it.
Anything for his beloved explosives.
“Oh, I’m pretty skilled at pick-me-ups,” he smirked, batting his eyelashes at the men standing guard. “I can probably make your boss very, very happy.”
“Be my guest,” the man named Terrance chuckled, holding the door open. “Good luck, miss.”
Tommy took a few tentative steps into the dimly-lit room, flinching a little when he heard the door click shut behind him. He was truly on his own now.
“Green, didn’t I tell you not to-oh.”
Cale Mills emerged from a smaller door on Tommy’s right side, dripping wet from the shower and wearing nothing but a towel around his waist. It was kind of hard not to stare; the star quarterback and alpha male of Delta Theta Gamma was Cosmo’s Bachelor of the Year for a reason, after all.
“Can I help you, miss…?”
“Tammy,” Tommy replied automatically for what seemed to be the nth time that night. “Gokey stole something of mine, and my friends said you guys could help me get it back.”
Cale didn’t look too impressed. “It depends if this is going to be worth my time.”
“Oh honey, how can explosives not be worth your time?” Tommy smirked, all traces of Tammy Jean’s feminine politeness gone. “I had honest intentions of burning off Katy O’Connell’s hair on the night of the Halloween Hop. Gokey ruined my plans, of course.”
“…now I’m interested,” the frat boy admitted, perching onto a barstool. “I’d offer you a drink while we discuss this deal, but I figure you’ve had one too many Snarkie Archies.”
“Oh, I’m cool,” Tommy shrugged, snatching a shot glass off the tray and tipping its contents into his mouth. “Don’t you dare underestimate Tammy Jean Ratliff.”
“Well, it is kinda hard to take you seriously,” Cale smirked. “The pink hair and the Daisy Dukes aren’t really helping your image-though I’m digging the combat boots.”
“They’re my favorite pair,” Tommy grinned, wagging his legs a little-he spent too much time with Kris. “They keep the would-be gropers away.”
“So, if I ran my hand up your thigh like this, would you kick me?”
Tommy was unable to suppress the shiver that crawled up his skin when Cale ran a hand up his thigh. He knew he liked both men and women-though spending time with Brad, Cassidy and Kris was doing wonders to his gay-so it was no surprise that he felt just a wee bit turned on by Cale’s hand snaking up his bare thigh.
The fact that he was getting horny so fast scared him to death, though.
“Good girl,” Cale breathed in his ear. “I think I’m going to take you up on this offer. There’s going to be collateral in some form, though-I think you can make an advance right now.”
“Name it,” Tommy said huskily. “I don’t scare that easily.”
Cale let the towel around his waist drop, exposing what was obviously a rock-hard erection. Tommy bit his lip. Sure, he’d fooled around with Kris now and then, but he rarely put his blowjob skills-which were still a bit sloppy-to good use.
If he couldn’t please Cale with his lack of technique, he would never get his explosives back.
“You have a pretty mouth, babe,” Cale said soothingly, dipping the tip of his index finger into Tommy’s mouth before pushing him down to the floor. “Put it to good use.”
Tommy wrapped a cautious hand around Cale’s cock, giving it a few preliminary strokes just to get a feel of it. It was huge, hot and hard, and he was shocked at how much he wanted it in his mouth. Giving in to the urge, he lowered his mouth onto Cale’s cock, lapping hungrily at the pre-come oozing from the slit.
“Oh, fuck,” Cale hissed. “Not even my girlfriend’s mouth is this snug.”
Tommy smirked. Cheerleader mouths weren’t cut out for anything in his opinion. He pushed down lower, tongue tracing the smooth, warm skin of Cale’s cock. He couldn’t help it-he was curious.
“I’m gonna fuck your mouth, Tammy Jean,” Cale hissed, thrusting harder, his cock connecting with the back of Tommy’s throat. “I’m going to make you my whore and you’re going to like it.”
Tommy moaned around Cale’s cock, making Delta Theta Gamma’s top gun shiver at the sensation. He brazenly knocked his cowboy hat away, as it was becoming a nuisance. Cale’s cock was huge; he couldn’t fit everything into his mouth all at once. It didn’t seem to matter, though, as he felt Cale clench up.
“Gonna come, babe,” he grunted. “I want you to swallow.”
Tommy nodded, sucking harder, milking Cale dry. The taste of the man’s come was a little strange-a combination of bitter and salty. Still, he managed to swallow most of it, breath coming in harsh pants as he crumpled to the floor.
“Christ, that was wonderful,” Cale groaned. “Come here, honey; it’s your turn.”
Tommy froze. He could not afford to blow his cover.
“But this is collateral, remember?” he cocked his head, smirking. “You don’t have to pleasure me in return; all I want are my explosives.”
“That monster in your Daisy Dukes seems to be disagreeing with you, though.”
Tommy looked down, inwardly cursing the testosterone overflowing his body. His cover had been blown forever ago. By a hard-on. A fucking hard-on.
“I’ve been with men, Tammy Jean,” Cale crooked a finger at him. “I knew you were a man the moment you stepped into this room; I just decided to play along to see what I could get out of it. I’d hate to let you leave with that, so it’s best you come here and let me take care of you.”
Tommy shrugged. He couldn’t win all the time, right? Grinning mischievously, he unbuttoned his Daisy Dukes and toed them off, leaving him in only the plaid shirt-which was now gaping open; he had no idea how that ever happened-pink thong and the combat boots.
“So, are you ready for me, cowboy?”