In growing as a young writer, I’ve decided to refine my craft through the use of different forms of writing. As such, I will also be releasing short stories on the 2nd and 4th Fridays of every month. Enjoy.
The Thursday night is quiet, not unusual as the clock only struck 6pm. On the prowl you notice women in their short skirts looking for a mistake to add to their collection, men watching sports on TV while consuming an unhealthy amount of beer and the background music is just loud enough to get you through the awkward silences but not loud enough to make communication awkward. In the darkened corners of the room are the men running scripts on unsuspecting young girls no older than 25. With each giggle the men are validated and continues their methodical series of questions, push-pull, amused mastery techniques. In the more lit areas near the sports spectators are the men with their girlfriends, laughing at their stale jokes just to get by while their eyes occasionally wander to the younger, more beautiful women in the clothes of fornicators. One particular man is all alone, though he has had many invitations to be occupied but none met his standard. He’s calm but his aura is one of dominance, drawing every fresh poon nearby. He sips his whisky cocktail, thinking that tonight would not give him the release he’s yearning for. In the corner of his eyes however, the door opens slowly and he becomes aware of a delicate specimen.
She enters the room with a meek confidence that draws men’s eyes in her vicinity. Not uncommon to her, she reacts with a bright smile that doesn’t do too much but is very inviting. Moments pass and she figures out her path – slowly strutting her petite body to the bar. She glimpses at the man, analyzing his exterior which screamed manly; the leather jacket, dark denim jeans and tall boots that only a powerful man can feel comfortable in. The bartender quickly notices her waiting and gets her drink order. In the distance, the man looks at her, pondering for another moment until he finally decides to make his move. He walks over with slowly, with an aura of purpose. He introduces himself with a touch on her elbows, notifying her of his intent and asks her name. She turns to him with a calm but surprised expression as though this has never happened to her before. As she tries to read him, his gaze pierces through her which doesn’t scare but reveals the type of man he is. Unconsciously, her hands roam, touching her hair and giving off a shy smile while he replies with a slight smirk that oozes confidence. She introduces herself, the man instantly noticing the tone of her voice elevating higher as she continues to speak, giving away her nervousness. His years of gaming women made this an easy task; he chats her up a bit, making her giggle without talking much and leaving an air of mystery to cloak himself. Without a missed beat, he calmly goes to her ear and whispers something that makes her teeth and lips come together. He then holds her hand, leading her outdoors while those onlookers’ eyes become fixated at what just transpired.
While leaving the room, her mind races as she thinks of something to ask, something to say, but in his presence she simply enjoys the bubble he has created. As they both get outdoors, he reaches into his pockets for a cigarette, lights it and inhales deeply while gazing onto the horizon. The orange sunset reminds him of the African jungle where predators roam in search of food before sundown. He smirks at the thought, with images of fornication flashing in his mind while the tobacco provides him with a mild high. She looks at him with an expression of wanting but doesn’t follow through in saying what is on her mind. Exhaling the thick fog of smoke from his lungs, he turns to her and wraps his arm around her waist, making concrete his intentions for the night. Though she isn’t used to this, the subtle dominance he exercises over her through his mannerisms immediately puts her at ease, almost as if she knew him her entire life. He looks down into her radiating eyes, knowing this is what he wants, and goes in for the kiss. She hesitates for just a moment but finally gives in to her newfound vice, passing her hand on his stomach letting him know she wants more. He pulls back slowly and looks back at her but she’s not able to sustain eye contact. He looks to his watch, pensively considers his options for an extended second. Carrying her by the waist, he leads her to the car while she rests her head on his broad shoulders. A few moments of driving and he stops at the top of a secluded precipice. He exits the vehicle, leans on the front of his car overlooking the final moments of the beautiful sunset while he lits another cigarette. She comes out of the car and walks to him, but this time not with the meek confidence of earlier but with an attitude that screams sensuality and femininity. The scent of tobacco draws her in and she realizes that as the sun goes down for the day, so to will her guard.