Goldie Locke - Chapter Three

 This is Chapter Three of my novel "Goldie Locke". Part one can be viewed HERE.

Not Safe For Work - Rated 'R'

Chapter 3

 

Goldie Locke, dressed in a leather apron and goggles, followed Tobias Burnhardt into the sweltering foundry, the heat causing beads of sweat to form on her brow. The air was thick with the acrid scent of burning coal and the rhythmic clanging of metal on metal.

Tobias moved with a practiced ease, his powerful frame seemingly unaffected by the oppressive temperatures. Goldie watched, transfixed, as he approached the towering furnaces, his calloused hands deftly adjusting the dampers and stoking the flames.

"The key is to keep a steady, even burn," he bellowed, his deep voice barely audible over the hissing pipes and roaring flames. "Too much air, and the fire will burn too hot. Too little, and it'll smolder."

Goldie nodded, her eyes wide with fascination as she observed his every move. The foundry was a world unto itself, a symphony of industry and raw power, and she was eager to learn its secrets.

Tobias turned to her, his smoldering gaze pinning her in place. "Now, you try," he said, his tone gruff but not unkind. "I want you to feel the rhythm of the furnace, to understand its needs."

Goldie swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest as she stepped forward, her hands trembling slightly. Carefully, she adjusted the dampers, her brow furrowed in concentration as she listened to the subtle changes in the furnace's roar.

Tobias watched her, his arms crossed over his broad chest, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "That's it, girl," he rumbled, his deep voice filled with approval. "You're a natural."

Goldie felt a surge of pride at his words, and she worked with renewed vigor, her movements becoming more confident as she learned the rhythm of the furnace. The heat was intense, but she barely noticed it, her focus entirely on the task at hand.

As the minutes ticked by, Goldie's confidence grew, and she found herself engaging in a silent dance with the furnace, anticipating its needs and responding accordingly. The hissing pipes and roaring flames became a symphony, and she was the conductor, guiding the performance with her skilled hands.

Tobias observed her, his expression one of grudging respect. "Impressive," he said, his deep voice rumbling with approval. "You've got a natural talent for this, Goldie Locke."

Goldie felt a surge of pride at his words, and she turned to him, her eyes shining with excitement. "Thank you, Tobias," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've never felt more alive than I do in this moment."

Tobias nodded, his gaze softening ever so slightly. "Aye, girl, I can see that," he said, his voice gruff but tinged with a hint of warmth. "It's a good thing, that passion of yours. It'll serve you well in this line of work."

As Tobias leaned in to adjust a valve, a drop of sweat trickled down his face, glistening in the fiery light of the furnace. Goldie, feeling a sudden urge to comfort him, reached up and gently wiped it away with her thumb.

Their eyes met, and Goldie could see the desire burning in Tobias' gaze. He grabbed her wrist, pulling her close as the heat from the furnaces intensified. Goldie's heart raced as she felt his rough, calloused hands on her skin, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through her body.

Tobias' lips crashed down onto hers, his kiss fierce and possessive. Goldie moaned, her body responding instinctively to his touch. She could feel the hard planes of his chest pressed against her, his muscles taut and powerful beneath his sweat-soaked shirt.

Tobias' hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve and contour with a hunger that left her breathless. He tugged at the laces of her corset, freeing her breasts from their confines. Goldie gasped as his rough hands cupped her flesh, his thumbs teasing her nipples into hard peaks.

Goldie's own hands were not idle, either. She tugged at the buttons of Tobias' shirt, desperate to feel his skin against hers. When she finally succeeded, she ran her hands over his chest, marveling at the feel of his muscles beneath her fingertips.

Tobias' lips trailed down her neck, his teeth nipping at her sensitive flesh. Goldie moaned, her head falling back as she surrendered to his touch. She could feel his hands working at the fastenings of her skirt, and soon it pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but her stockings and garters.

Goldie's breath hitched as Tobias' rough hands roamed her body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. His touch was unlike anything she had ever experienced, and it sent shivers down her spine. She gasped as he pulled her closer, their bodies pressed together in the sweltering heat of the foundry.

Tobias' lips found hers, and he kissed her with a ferocity that left her breathless. His tongue explored her mouth, tasting and teasing, as his hands continued their exploration of her curves. Goldie moaned, her own hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against hers.

Tobias' muscles rippled beneath her fingertips as she finally succeeded in freeing him from his shirt. She ran her hands over his chest, marveling at the feel of his hard, chiseled muscles. He groaned, his own hands finding the hem of her blouse and tugging it up over her head.

Goldie's breath caught in her throat as she felt the cool air of the foundry against her bare skin. Tobias' gaze raked over her, his eyes dark with desire. He reached out, his rough hands cupping her breasts, and she gasped at the sensation.

Tobias' thumbs teased her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Goldie's hands found their way to his belt, and she fumbled with the buckle, desperate to feel him against her. She could feel his cock straining against his trousers, and she ached to have him inside her.

Tobias' lips found her neck, his teeth nipping at her sensitive flesh. Goldie moaned, her head falling back as she surrendered to his touch. She could feel his hands working at the fastenings of her trousers, and soon they too were pooled at her feet.

Goldie's hands found their way to Tobias' cock, and she gasped at the feel of him in her hands. He was thick and hard, and she ached to have him inside her. She stroked him, her hands sliding up and down his shaft as he groaned with pleasure.

Tobias' fingers traced a path up her thigh, teasing the sensitive skin there. Goldie's breath hitched as she felt his hand brush against her most intimate parts, her body aching for his touch.

Tobias' lips found hers once again, his kiss deep and passionate. Goldie could feel his cock pressing against her, hard and insistent. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he entered her with a single, powerful thrust.

Tobias' hands found her pussy, and he teased her clit with his thumb as his fingers explored her folds. Goldie moaned, her hips bucking against his hand as she sought release. She could feel herself getting closer and closer, her body trembling with anticipation.

Goldie cried out, her body arching as Tobias filled her completely. He began to move, his thrusts deep and steady, each one sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Goldie clung to him, her nails digging into his back as she matched his rhythm.

Tobias' thrusts were slow and deliberate, each one sending waves of pleasure crashing through her body. Goldie's hands clung to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she met him thrust for thrust. She could feel herself getting closer and closer, her body trembling with anticipation.

Tobias' hands found her hips, and he pulled her closer, his cock driving deeper inside her. Goldie moaned, her body trembling with pleasure as she felt herself reaching the edge. She could feel Tobias' own release building, his body tensing with each thrust.

With a final, desperate cry, Goldie came, her body shuddering with pleasure as Tobias followed suit. He groaned, his cock pulsing inside her as he filled her with his seed. Goldie's body went limp, her head falling against his chest as she struggled to catch her breath.

Tobias' arms wrapped around her, holding her close as they both came down from their shared release. Goldie's heart raced in her chest, her body still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure. She had never felt anything like this before, and she knew that she never would again.

As their kisses deepened, Tobias's kisses became more demanding, his lips battling for dominance as he moved to her neck, nipping and sucking lightly at her tender skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Goldie moaned softly, arching into him, feeling the heat of the furnace against her back, the metal trembling slightly with each deep breath. Their tongues tangled, and something primal uncoiled in her stomach as she felt the edge of the furnace vibrate beneath her, the foundry's rhythmic hum filling her senses. Her fingers dug into his back, clawing at his thick muscles as he pushed her further against the hot surface.

He tore his lips from hers, his breathing heavy in her ear. "You taste fucking fantastic, Goldie." He groaned, his thick fingers tracing the line of her jaw as he nibbled on her earlobe. "And you feel even better."

She shuddered, her body responding to his touch as he nipped at her collarbone. She found his cock, hard as steel and throbbing, her hand moving up and down, feeling the heat of his shaft against her palm. "You want this again?" He asked, his voice low and dangerous.

Goldie shook her head, biting her lip. She could feel the heat of the furnace closing in, surrounding them like a lover's embrace.

As they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, Goldie couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness. She knew that this was a moment out of time, a stolen moment that could never be repeated. But for now, she would hold onto it, cherishing the memory of Tobias' touch and the feel of his body against hers.

Tobias' breathing slowed, and Goldie knew that he had nearly fallen asleep. She lay there, her head resting against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart. She knew that she should leave, that she should return to her own world and her own life. But for now, she would stay, holding onto this moment for as long as she could.

As they lay there, their breathing slowly returning to normal, Goldie couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over her. She had never felt so alive, so connected to another person. She knew that this was just the beginning, that there was so much more to explore and discover.

But for now, she was happy to simply lie in Tobias' arms, their bodies entwined as they drifted off to sleep, the gentle hum of the foundry lulling them into a peaceful slumber.

As the foundry cooled and the sun began to set, Goldie knew that it was time to go. She gently extricated herself from Tobias' arms, her body protesting at the loss of his warmth. She dressed quickly, her fingers trembling as she buttoned her blouse and fastened her trousers.

Goldie looked back at Tobias one last time, her heart aching with a mixture of sadness and longing. She knew that she would never see him again, that this was a moment that could never be repeated. But she would hold onto it, cherishing the memory of their shared passion and the feel of his body against hers.

With one final, lingering look, Goldie turned and walked away, her heart heavy with the weight of their stolen moment. She knew that she would never forget Tobias, that he would always hold a special place in her heart. And as she stepped out into the cool night air, she couldn't help but feel a sense of hope, a sense that maybe, just maybe, their paths would cross again someday.

 

Pappa Burnhardt stood in the shadows, his thick arms crossed over his chest as he watched his brother and the young inventor with a jealous intensity. But Goldie felt a pang of guilt at the sight of Tobias, but she couldn't deny the pull she felt towards Tobias.

Suddenly, the foundry doors slammed open, and a group of men strode in, their heavy boots echoing on the metal floor. At their head was a tall, thin man with sharp features and a hawkish nose. He wore an impeccably tailored suit and carried a silver-topped cane, which he tapped impatiently against the ground.

"Burnhardt," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "I've come to see your latest weapon designs."

Goldie felt a chill run down her spine at the sound of his voice. She recognized him from the wanted posters she had seen back in the city - Baron Maliston, the ruthless head of Maliston Industries.

Tobias and Pappa exchanged a worried glance, but they quickly schooled their features into neutral expressions. "Of course, Baron," Pappa Burnhardt said, stepping forward. "Right this way."

As they led the group towards the back of the foundry, Goldie hung back, trying to stay out of sight. She didn't want to draw attention to herself, especially not with Maliston and his henchmen around.

But as she watched from the shadows, she couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease. She had heard rumors about Maliston's ruthless tactics, his willingness to do whatever it took to get what he wanted. And she knew that if he discovered her presence here, he would stop at nothing to exploit her talents for his own gain.

Goldie's heart raced as she watched the baron inspect their designs. She could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating, as Pappa seethed with anger. She knew that if they gave in to the baron's demands, it would only lead to more trouble. But she also knew that they couldn't afford to refuse him.

The baron's thin lips curled into a sneer as he examined the blueprints. "Impressive," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "But I'm afraid it's not quite what I'm looking for."

Pappa's face turned red with anger. "What do you mean?" he growled. "This design is revolutionary. It will change the face of steam-powered technology forever."

The baron chuckled, a dry, rasping sound that sent shivers down Goldie's spine. "Oh, I have no doubt that it's impressive," he said. "But it's not enough. I want more. I want the perpetual motion machine."

Goldie felt a cold knot form in her stomach. She knew that the perpetual motion machine was the Burnhardts' most closely guarded secret. It was the key to their success, the one thing that set them apart from all other inventors. And she knew that if the baron got his hands on it, he would stop at nothing to exploit it for his own gain.

Pappa's eyes narrowed. "You know that we can't give you that," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "It's not just a machine. It's our legacy. Our family's legacy."

The baron's sneer deepened. "I don't care about your legacy," he spat. "I care about power. And I will do whatever it takes to get it."

Goldie could see the desperation in Pappa's eyes. He knew that they were in a dangerous position, that they couldn't afford to cross the baron. But she could also see the determination in his gaze, the fierce protectiveness that drove him to defend their work at all costs.

Tobias stepped forward, his muscles tensed and ready for action. "You can't have it," he growled. "It's not yours to take."

The baron's henchmen drew their weapons, their eyes fixed on Tobias. Goldie could feel the tension in the room ratchet up another notch, the air crackling with electricity.

But before anyone could make a move, the sound of a steam whistle pierced the air. Goldie's heart leapt as she recognized the sound - it was her exploration vessel, signaling that it was ready to go.

Goldie didn't need to be told twice. She turned and ran towards the door, her heart pounding in her chest. She could hear the sound of footsteps behind her, but she didn't dare look back. She knew that if she did, she might never leave.

But as she turned to leave, she heard a soft rustling behind her. She spun around, her heart racing, and found herself face to face with Pappa Burnhardt.

"Going somewhere?" he growled, his eyes narrowing.

Goldie swallowed hard, trying to keep her voice steady. "I was just...I was going to see if I could find some tools to fix my vessel," she said, gesturing towards the broken-down machine in the corner.

Pappa Burnhardt's scowl deepened. "You're not fooling anyone, girl," he said. "I know who you are, and I know what you're after. And I won't let you take it from us."

Goldie's heart sank as she realized the truth - Pappa Burnhardt knew about her connection to the other inventors, about her mission to stop Maliston. And he was willing to do whatever it took to protect his own interests.

"Please," she said, her voice trembling. "I don't want to hurt anyone. I just want to stop Maliston from taking over the industry."

But Pappa Burnhardt just laughed, a harsh, bitter sound. "You think you can stop him?" he said. "You're just a kid, a nobody. You don't stand a chance against the likes of Maliston."

Goldie felt a surge of anger at his words, but she knew he was right. She was just one person, and Maliston had an army of henchmen at his disposal. She couldn't take him on alone.

But as she looked into Pappa Burnhardt's cold, hard eyes, she knew that she couldn't give up either. She had to find a way to stop Maliston, to protect the other inventors and their families.

And as she turned to face him, her eyes blazing with determination, she knew that she was ready to do whatever it took to make that happen.

"You're right," she said, her voice steady and strong. "I'm just one person. But I won't let that stop me. I'll find a way to stop Maliston, even if it means taking you down with him."

Pappa Burnhardt's eyes widened in surprise, but Goldie didn't give him a chance to respond. She turned and ran towards the door, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that she had to get out of here, to find a way to warn the others and stop Maliston before it was too late.

As she burst out into the sunlight, she felt a surge of hope. She knew that she was taking a huge risk, that she was putting herself in danger. But she also knew that she couldn't back down, that she had to fight for what she believed in.

And as she looked out over the dense forest, she felt a strange sense of calm. She knew that she was in for a tough fight, that she would face challenges and obstacles that she couldn't even imagine. But she also knew that she was ready for whatever came her way.

With a deep breath, she set off into the forest, her heart full of determination and her mind focused on the task ahead. She knew that she couldn't do it alone, that she would need help from the other inventors and their families. But she also knew that she was ready to do whatever it took to stop Maliston and protect the future of the industry.

As she burst out into the sunlight, she felt a wave of relief wash over her. She could see her exploration vessel waiting for her, its steam engine purring like a contented cat. She climbed aboard, her hands shaking as she started the engine.

As she disappeared into the distance, she couldn't help but wonder what would become of the Burnhardts and their perpetual motion machine. Would they be able to hold out against the baron's demands, or would they be forced to give in? She didn't know the answer, but she knew one thing for sure - she would never forget the lessons she had learned in that cluttered workshop, surrounded by gears and prototypes.

And as she disappeared into the trees, she felt a strange sense of excitement, a feeling that she was on the verge of something truly extraordinary. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she was ready to face it head-on, with courage and determination. Then she sat down and cried.