Recurrences (Part One) (319 hits)
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Submitted by Graeme Porter <graeme.at.tsd-ltd.demon.co.uk> (View user info) at 2005-06-03 19:35:36 EDT
Stephen sat at the bar-room table, just as she had told him to. The bar wasn't his idea of a great place to meet your date - most of the people here looked pretty rough, the terrible music was loud, and the air was so full of cigar smoke that he wondered how it was he could still breathe at all. But because it was a blind date, and it was she that had suggested this place, he began to have second thoughts.
He glanced at his watch - she was late. Not by much, so far, but he felt punctuality to be important. Not a particularly fussy man, per se, but Stephen was a Virgo, after all. Tall, and rather stringy in appearance, his short brown hair crowned a face he was never really very happy with. His eyes were dull, and were grey in colour, and his nose was overly large. With his grey sports jacket, spotless ironed white shirt, and denim trousers, he'd never felt so out of place as he did at that moment.
A shadow crossed the battered wooden table, and what he saw when he looked up, he thought he'd never believe his eyes again.
She was tall, and her hair waist-length and such a pale blonde it was practically white. Her dazzling green eyes glinted, reflecting the terrible neon light behind him, and her blood-red lips were full and inviting. She smiled, just slightly. She...
"Hey, you must be Stephen," rang the angelic voice. "I'm Anya. Sit there a moment; I'll get us some drinks."
Stephen suddenly felt the urge to bolt for the door; Anya was so far out of his league, he wondered why she had actually introduced herself rather than leaving. But something still made him stay; something in the way she'd told him to stay seemed more important than the fact that she had said it.
He looked at her as she glided across to the bar, passing through the crowds of drunken truckers, bikers and bums. Her long hair was tied back and it fell to her waist down the back of a long leather jacket that stretched to the back of her knees. Her boots were tough leather also, and he realised that she didn't look at all out of place in this bar, and felt suddenly more self-conscious than ever. If there was a fight in here, he'd be torn to pieces for sure.
Anya returned to the table clutching a bottle of J.D. and a couple of shot glasses. Stephen didn't drink strong spirits as a general rule; they'd destroyed his father, turning him from happily married man into an alcoholic train-wreck, destitute, and roughing it - Stephen's mother had thrown him out after he refused counselling. Yet he felt he couldn't refuse when Anya poured a double-measure. Nonetheless, he noted that there was no ice, and no mixer; he'd have to watch how much he drank.
He asked her what she did for a living. He was painfully aware of how lame his question sounded, and felt even more awkward when she replied "That comes later; tell me about yourself first."
And so he did - he described his job as a Human Resources Officer at the headquarters of a local bank. She asked about his hobbies, and he replied how much he enjoyed watching baseball on Saturday nights, and his huge and ever-expanding collection of baseball cards he'd started when he was just eight years old. She asked if he worked out; if he did any weights, or running. He laughed, shaking his head, and prodded his slightly flabby stomach. "I'll book myself into the gym tomorrow," he said, lying bare-faced.
"So how come you're on the blind dating scene, then?" Anya asked. "You don't seem the sort of guy who'd be up for this, and you don't look like you're enjoying yourself much." Was he that obvious? He'd been trying to hide his nervousness and discomfort, apparently in vain.
"I've been looking to add some excitement into my life. You probably think I'm boring, and," he said with a sigh, "you'd be right."
"You want excitement?" she purred. "Come with me."
She grabbed him, with surprising force, around the fore-arm, and hauled him through the bar. He bashed into a number of very aggressive-looking bikers, who shoved him towards the door - but he was already headed that way anyway, Anya dragging him by the arm. She flung the door open, and the cold night air stung his eyes as she pulled him outside.
She dragged him into the alleyway that led behind the bar, and pulled him behind a dumpster. She saw the look of panic on his face, and winked at him, before she pulled his face up to hers, and he fell into a dream. She kissed him: passionately, forcefully, and vigorously; and he reciprocated, their spit mixing and their teeth bumping, their tongues exploring each others' mouths.
Her hands found his belt; in seconds, his trousers were at his knees, and she was on hers. As she drew him into her mouth, he felt both pure elation and pure panic - there were windows through which they could be seen as plain as day, and the door beside the dumpster could open at any moment, and people would be able to see them from the street - but none of these things happened, and his attention returned to the beautiful and mysterious woman who was pleasuring him so.
Suddenly, she released herself and pushed him onto the ground in the middle of the alley. She flung open her long leather coat to reveal the short ripped-jean skirt she was wearing. Her black panties slid down her long legs, and she straddled him there and then on the street. He tried to protest, as he had no condoms, but she told him not to worry, and she pinned his arms down on the ground.
He was in heaven; an angel riding him with such skill and passion that surely she would be cast down for all eternity. And as she began her cries of orgasm, his panic arose again - surely they would be caught and arrested!
But then something happened to Stephen that he would never have imagined, never in his wildest, most lucid dreams. Or even in his nightmares. Anya rushed her head in towards his, mouth open, and he felt her sink her teeth into his neck. Long, sharp teeth, like those of a wild dog. He tried to scream, but no sound came out. And then his world went black.
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Submitted by Davros (user info) at 2005-06-16 14:05:44 EDT (#)
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Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2005-06-16 12:24:46 EDT (#)
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SHE WAS A TRANSVESTITE!!
Submitted by joedaddy (user info) at 2005-06-04 05:57:09 EDT (#)
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I am fairly certain that she is a "pro", with S+M tendencies.
Either that or.................
Duuh!
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