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looked like something that should be in a country club.
Cal had seen shooting ranges on TV and in cop movies, but this
place was definitely for the wine and cheese crowd. The range
spilled out in a fanning pattern from the main clubhouse. The
seemingly humble red building housed the opulent club house and gun
safes. He followed Karen into the lobby, feeling more
self-conscious than he wanted to admit. Karen showed her ID, and
then the attendant gave her a key card. She strolled over to a
wall-mounted safe with her full name engraved on a slab of thick
brass. Sliding the key, she then entered a long code that she
struggled to remember, biting her lip in concentration as she
finished the last digits. She opened the safe, revealing a rifle,
two shotguns and a variety of handguns. Cal watched her transform.
The timid little kitten from the evening before had changed into a
confident, sure-footed cat. She expertly removed two handguns, both
semi-automatics, and closed the safe again. She regarded Cal with a
questioning look as he watched her load both weapons.
    “Are you sure this isn't too weird for you?”'
She asked again. Her eyebrows furrowed during the tense pause.
    “No really it's cool. It's just strange to
see you handle guns so easily. Do all insurance reps do this?” Cal
asked jokingly.
    “Only the ones who have difficult clients.”
she smiled as her fingers slid one brass cartridge after another
into the magazines.
    Over at the pistol range, Karen hung two
paper targets and reeled them to the back wall. They were the only
ones there, beating the noon rush by hours. She handed Cal a set of
shooting glasses with amber lenses, and hearing protectors that
looked like a DJ's headphones. She put her safety gear on, looking
like some kind of sexy secret agent as she slammed a magazine into
the one of the guns. She handed over the gun, holding his attention
by not releasing the gun to him. She rattled out the usual spiel
you hear about guns; don’t point it at anyone, don't look down the
barrel, don't shoot your foot etc. Releasing the gun into his hand,
he took his best cop show-shooting stance and prepared to fire. He
could feel Karen's hands upon his hips as she moved him around into
a more ideal shooting stance. Her feet gently kicked his out wider,
while her nails held his waist. She squeezed her hands, playfully
digging her nails into his sides. With his new lower stance, Karen
could speak instructions into his ear while she coached him.
    “I am so going to fuck you before we leave
here!” She whispered fiercely into his ear. Cal did his best to
maintain his stance, as Karen's hands dipped lower to feel his
growing bulge over the pants.
    “You are giving me the most confused boner
right now!” He whispered back over his shoulder.
    “You can fire when ready.” She said in a
breathy voice.
    Cal spent the next hour managing to damage
his masculinity more than the paper targets. Karen giggled
uncontrollably as Cal shot round after round into the backdrop, the
sidewall, and even Karen's own target in the next isle! She
continually coached him on his stance while taking the opportunity
to grope him in the otherwise quiet shooting range. Cal watched as
Karen easily put every shot in a tight grouping, all while sporting
a pose that made her look like one of Charlie's Angels.
    “You're not helping, you know.” Cal said over
his shoulder as she raked her fingers across his back. He shuddered
at her touch, penetrating through to his skin, to his very being!
Just then, she abruptly stopped, backing away as if she committed
some crime. Turning, Cal noticed an older gentleman with silver
hair strolling toward them. He instantly put Cal at ease, him also
being dressed in a polo shirt and khakis. What was with people at
this range? They resembled the staff at a golf course more than a
gun club. He gave a quick nod to Cal as he swooped in on Karen with
a bear hug embrace. Karen grabbed him back, wriggling back and
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