First Date
Damped bodies moving, pressing against each other in the waving rhythms slamming against the live mass of people on the overfilled dance floor. The lights flowing in its changing flows of forms and colors. Eyes looking down from above as the music sound more distant. Just a few small group sitting, more calmly talking as the thudding bass drive the clubbers below.
Her eyes rest on the stairway to the second floor, gripping the railing slightly as she leans against it. The small candle on the table flicker, fighting off the darkness, only helped by the randomly passing dance lights. Not noticing the few couples sitting round her widely scattered round the small tables.
A smile form on her lips, her dull blue more like gray eyes slightly sparkle as she sees him fight through the crowd to the stairway. Slowly climbing the steep metallic stairway, clanking slightly as he walks up she tingles with anticipation. He met up. Again thoughts raising through her head, checking her hair fast, though the brown curled hair, in its hayburn haze lay thick and free along her shoulders. Pulling down her short black dress slightly before sitting gently down, breathing out, calming herself.
Taking off his coat he looks to her smiling, his deep green eyes studying hers in the slight moment they meet, before she breaks the look focusing with sudden interest to the table. The tension was pressing as she swallowed nervously, searching her mind for something to say, feeling the words stuck in her throat.
He smiles warmly as he rests the coat on the chair, sitting down slowly, his black dress and tie seeming oddly formal for this place. The crows moving to the rhythms down under them, sweat bodies moving like a waving sea in a raging harmony. She had been so happy when he asked her out, a meeting of eyes, an attraction forming by meaningless drunken talk by the bar. Her eyes move over the overfilled dance floor to the crowded bar by the far end. A glimmer in her eyes as they rest on the place she sat last weekend. He made her feel good with his smooth words
"Sorry I'm a bit late .. "
His smile looked so warm, so calming, even today. She had been nervous she was caught in the moment of alcoholic illusion or dreaming. But now that she saw him again, her heart warmed. The tingling feeling of being wanted. The talked slowly flowed better as they talked, loosening up from the nervousness
Their eyes connect , his hand moving slowly to hers, a slight focused gaze to his clock before resting his eyes back on her eyes. The crowd loosening up by the entrance as a steam of fish moving from a shark. Two men in black suits , and dark shades entering, closely followed by the one whom they clear the pack for. A man, most likely of Chinese origin, resting his arm round the slender whore of the night. His tight white dress in contrast to the dark surroundings of the club. They all looked the same, hidden faces of pain behind masks of makeup.
Not noticing the commotion below she widens her eyes, though smiling as he touches her hand. Looking confusedly at him as he starts getting up from his chair
"Dance with me? "
Not waiting for her to respond, taking her wide smile and childlike giggle as a yes he moves round the table, gently lifting her up. Letting him lift her up she slide her body up against his, closing her eyes slightly, grinning as she hears a slight sound of pleasure escape his lips.
Feeling his body against her she leans her arms to his shoulders, leaning her head against his neck, her high healed shoes leveling her almost at his height, still being slightly lower than him. His hands resting on her waist, moving his body slowly, rubbing against her as she leans against him, feeling her slender body against his. Eyes open, focused, his mind clearing as he thinks through it again, counting slightly within himself. His short black wildly ruffled hair seeming like a contradiction tot the deep calmness of his eyes
The four guards look warily round as they keep an area clear round the chubby white dressed man, his eyes greedily absorbing every curve of the dark skinned beauty his fortune bough for his enjoyment of the night. Deep green eyes watching from above, closing his eyes as he move his had to hers smiling sweetly to her. The with a swift movement pulls her away twirling her round with his left hand, his right hand moving in the same flow to his back, gripping under his shirt. As she spirals round getting her body pulled back to his, she giggles slightly stumbling round not to gracefully. A movement of metal sliding against leather as her body moves back to his, looking into his eyes. Frowning slightly as his focus rest over the railing, tensing her body as she feels her body press against the cold metal.
A concentrated cold look moves to her as she looks down, feeling his hand slide to her waist. Pressing her against him more. His hand pressed between them, only the barrel of the silencer sticking out from their sides.
"Not a sound now, now just let me lead still sweetie; okay"
Not daring to say a word she look at him with disbelief, managing to give a weak nod.
"Good, now don't make a sound and this will go just fine"
She was surprised at the calmness of his voice. A calming warmness, that confused her into deep thought. Not able to understand what was going on as thought raced through her mind she simply let him lead her. Twirling both round to the railing, angling the gun feeling the long seconds of intense focus, whispering as his finger flick off the safety of the gun, rubbing against her belly
"Be ready to follow me ..not a sound"
She nods, feeling a pleasurable tingle against his touch. Looking confusedly at him as his touch arouses her, though scare her at the same time.
A gentle squeeze to the trigger makes a sharp silent whiz emerge as the air is pushed away round the bullet. The gun pressing against her slightly as it jerk back from the releasing pressure, the dull sound from the gun disappearing against their bodies.
The bullet slam against the temple of the first guard, penetrating his scull with a crack. His body falls to the ground heavily as his brain matter splatter out the other side. Eyes widening under the dark shades as the closes bodyguard draw his gun, waving it round confusedly. The other two throwing their bodies at their chubby white dressed boss, drawing their guns, moving to cover him with their bodies. As people nearby scream from shock and fear of the guns drawn, they start running desperately, creating chaos.
Grabbing her hand as fast as he pulled the trigger he move her in front of him, sheeting the gun under his shirt. The other few couples not really reacting to the commotion downstairs. Not noticing them as they move to the balcony past them.
Fighting off the screaming clubbers, the bodyguards leave their fallen co-worker as they escort their trembling leader. Fighting off the crowd as they work their way to the door. Slightly shivering in the chill of the cold air on the balcony, stumbling in the slight layer of snow she keeps her eyes on him, still not saying a word. Not even thinking of running as a mix of fright and admiring keep her there.
"You know ..no one ever goes out here in this weather"
Grabbing a bag from the corner he works fast, strapping on the climbing equipment. Clearly knowing what he is doing, testing the already tied rope to the railing of the balcony. She leaned closer slightly looking over. Three stories down.
"Well this was nice, sorry I had to work. Next time I'll take you out on day off"
He smiles a teasing grin as he waves, jumping lightly over the railing. Hearing the sliding of the rope as he moves fast down, then the gentle thud of his body against the street below. She still stood, waving slightly back at him, thinking. Just standing there for a long while starting after him, thoughts racing through her head. A whisper flows out In the cold crisp air
"You better"
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