The Sink Was Full Of Fishes

"She's so naturally sexy... One of the most natural hotties I've met so far. She's extraordinary, look, look the way she moves, even females are feeling attracted by her. Ah, bro, she's top!"
Davide shaked head disconsolate, as he was more than agreeing; he had offered a proper contract to Meli to have her singin regularly at DarkSide, 10 songs once a week but...
"She denied it out! No way she said, and I did offer her tons!"
So typical of her, hinted Jacob. So typical of a real star without a sky to call her own, for she seemed to not needin it, ignoring maybe the magic she could spread or contrariwise, so conscious of that to decide herself only when, or if, had to be the moment of givin it away to waiting spectators.
As the little show ended,she secluded herself into dressing rooms, wide and sober, which were revealing how new was the place: all the writings from exhibitions leading names were easy yet to paint out, though no one would have dared to for mantaining the lived atmosphere, like suggestion for a real Rock&Roll vibe.
Outside the riffs people had to pay for were starting to fill the smoked air.
"You've been good..." said Jacob lockin the door.
Melania was standing on the long mirror side, and her man pulled a chair in between them away, coming across.
His eyes were metallic grey, cold but primitively craving. They were a dichotomy over the aristocratic, elegant face with regular cheekbones permanently shaved.The well defined face was framed by thin, heavily dark eyebrows having the same line of his shimmering blue-black hair, thick and dazzling like crowes' feathers.
"You're kind, but you've got to notice that it was hard to..."
He was over her like sudden wind; Melania almost disappearing into his muscled chest of oarsman, and those eyes that she couldn't bare to substain for too long ready to win all her resistence over. Jacob's eyes could always make her feel like a long expected prey to an experienced hunter, his eyes turned her in both a mighty and frightened person.
Their sexual meetings were like proper assaults, they dried all her forces out,they were makin her soul muddy sometimes but they constantly tuned her on.
She liked his force, his confidence and she used to feel splendid in his arms, in his hands that had touched dozens of beautiful bodies and that wanted to touch hers...so she wasn't to dismiss after all.
Jacob knew how to will, and she didn't care at the obvious thought he wasn't going to be forever linked to her, and especially not in those times of sexual fury.
She wanted to feel herself possessed, she loved to being object of strongly, intensively raw spoken words.That quick, bended to impulses kind of sincerity was givin to her the dimension of her erotic impact that had always been uncertainty to her.
Jacob used to make her earthly and irresistible.
Earthly, not divine anymore...
They consumed their passionate exchange standing, and while keepin one of her legs with one arm across his, Jacob lifting her hair with the other kissed her ears, and neck and the unflourished chest, that he accepted nevertheless the modesty.
He ended with a scary scream.
That shouting of energy and pleasure was at once icing and flaming, and always capable of making Meli's head and body empty and violently frozen in fire, like a moment of Apocalypse stopping her running living.
She would have started immediately again, to hear it once more.
Appeased, they seated: Jacob on the chair and Melania, like she often used to, under the make up desk giving back to the long mirror.
He lightened his cigarette up and pointed at her with it, the stick in between the tattoed finger and the other:
"Do you wanna try?"