Saturday, January 14, 2012

Fundraiser

Tonight was the night fo the annual ball to celebrate the money raised by all the higher ups around the city.
Hadn't been to anything like this since high school.
Not even sure why I was invited. My job was cushy but this was a millionaires club. Great for me, but I don't want to stick out too much.
The dress fit better than I remembered.
The lipstick and gloves provided extra sex appeal, not too much though.
That was part of the game.
Making the trip over wouldn't be a problem, just a few blocks away.
(she looks into the mirror)
To die for.
The night breeze blew around me making my body tingle. The warmth from inside would be a welcome change. A young man took my coat as I stripped it off and entered the crowded banquet room.
More than last year.
An excessive amount of food circled an ice sculpture of a pair of swans in the center of the room.
Nice, but, what ball didn't have one of those.
For a time I made my way around talking to a few interesting prospects before I settled to a corner to regroup my thoughts.
The night was looking like a bust.
Sure, they had the money, but a lady has standards.
Stripping off the gloves, I took a final trip around. Stopping to taste a few sweets along the way.
Then he noticed.
A younger man with a confident handsome face that exuded power but showed a vulnerability.
This one was new.
Gracefully, he made his way through the crowd, eyes never wavering from my spot.
Were those butterflies I felt?
He introduced himself and carried himself well through our idle chat. Co-partner of a large firm handed down by his father.
The champagne was losing its taste and I set my glass down to catch him stealing a rather obvious glance at my body.
A fly in a web.
Drops of water ran down the smooth surfaces of the ice sculpture, the room was growing warmer.
Was it the room?
Touching the sculpture gave me goosebumps as my fingers danced on its surface.
His eyes watching my innocent play, I licked the water from my fingers.
The erotic display worked like a charm for in the next moment he asked if I would like to join him upstairs.
Get away from this stuffy party.
He was new.
Our hands intertwined, he walked me up the grand staircase and down a fancy hallway lined with doors. The air was thick with arousal.
This one will be worth it.
He led me to a set of doors at the end of the hall, courteously opening them and allowing me inside.
Small lamps illuminated the homely room.
I didn't take much else in as the heat of the moment took over and I found myself in his arms. His hands were warm yet determined. The straps of my dress slid smoothly down my shoulders as it crumpled to a heap around our feet.
I sensed a moment of surprised glee when he noticed I wasn't wearing anything underneath.
Always come prepared.
We passionately made love until we both succombed to weakness.
My body quivered from the many rounds of ecstacy. He claimed I was wonderful as he passed out.
Typical man.
Didn't matter, it was time to go to work.
First things first, a shower.
The warm water felt rejuvinating as it splashed over my skin, ridding it of the residue of events prior.
I slipped back into my gown and searched his clothes.
His snores echoeing around the room.
Opening his wallet I found a small but worthwhile jackpot. Credit cards, a few blank checks, and ten grand in cash.
Must have been for the fundraiser later.
A successful night. Sex wasn't too bad either.
I left the sleeping prince and casually made my way back downstairs. Poor bastard, never even asked my name.
With the partygoers none the wiser, I snaked my way to the doors to retrieve my coat.
"Hope you enjoyed yourself ma'am"
I gave him a wink. "Many times."
Smiling, I stepped out into the night. The fearful yells of a man heard windows above.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Midnight Meeting

The rain washed over the windows as I sat in my worn down red velvet couch, cigarette in hand. The sounds of raindrops against the glass enveloped the room in an almost hypnotic rhythmic beat.
The time was drawing closer.
Everything was prepared and set at the ready like a professionally catered meal. H'orderves, dim lighting, two glasses, and a middle of the road bottle of red wine. Not a great year but the goal of tonight wasn't to impress. A few cars drove by and for a moment I contemplated the idea of not going through with it. Only for a moment.
Almost time.
Adjusting the lights gave the room a warm and inviting feel yet held a certain looming edge to it that grabbed you by the senses and never let go.
The rain fell harder.
The mirror reflected a man who had seen his share of danger and heartbreak. An almost too confident man. I loosened my tie before hearing wandering footsteps approach the door.
The time had come.
Not too late to change your mind.
Opening the door revealed a tall, slender woman with eyes that would bring any man to his knees. The rain water left her skin glistening and her crimson dress hugged her body in all the right places leaving nothing to the imagination. Her sultry voice bid me good evening as I led her into the glowing room. She swept across the room to the couch leaving behind a trail of her perfume.
Lilac.
Seeing her on the couch was all but too inviting.
Can't back out now.
I joined her, making idle chit chat, as the rain continued its assault around us. Apologies, regrets, and many kind words filled the air as the hands on the clock made their lock trek around the number emblazoned face. I couldn't honestly say too little too late but the night in question was one too many. But I didn't want to let her go just like that. Not when I was so prepared.
She made her way to the bedroom, commenting on my various mementoes as she went. Keepsakes, past memories, nothing more.
I followed, taking a moment to fill the glasses with wine, treating one with a pill that fizzled into the red abyss leaving not a trace. Wine in hand, I entered the bedroom and found her sitting on the bed with a look on her face that I knew all too well.
The wine went down smooth and before long she was in my arms. Her sultry wet lips pressed against mine as I felt the smooth curve of her back and pulled her closer. She surrendered quickly, dropping her dress to the floor exposing her milky white body. Grabbing my tie she pulled me to the bed as I shed my clothing to join hers on the floor. A rumble of thunder signified the intensity of the events outside and in.
Too late to turn back.
The gentle caress of her breasts quickened her breath, the lust grew in her eyes. I knew what she wanted. That's all she ever wanted.
With me on my back she crawled on top of me slowly but with a determination I rarely saw. Her gentle coo traveled through my ears as I felt the warmth of her body. A flash of lightning outside illuminated her aggressive yet passionate movements as her angelic moans slowly escalated to a fever pitch.
She collapsed in ecstasy, kissing my neck while catching her breath. Her hair tumbled over me, wet but still beautiful. Rolling over, her eyes gazed at me with a sense of loss.
I gazed back watching her naked body shine in the moonlight. After a moment of hesitation she finally spoke.
I love you.
Her words were like daggers but I felt an odd sense of satisfaction. Her breathing became tense and her eyes rolled back in her head.
It's done.
Within seconds the room was silent. Her body was cold. The rain continued to pound.
I refreshed another glass of wine and looked on as a beautiful symbol of sex and innocence lay dead before me.
The rain began to slow.
I love you too.