The Better Side of Being Dinner
The click of heel on concrete resounded amidst the chill of the eve, refined shadows holding their meelic positions for
but a moment, at the passing of the audible movements. Street lamps, shone their illumination across the streets, each
long and wide, paved with cracks and fault lines. Long roads and avenues, stretched far into the distance, leaving a vast
wonder to what lay beyond, in their wake.
A veritable concrete jungle.
The clicking grew incessant within the halls of thought, ghosting an ethereal image of sterile grey, mixed in the drab
colours of a depressive street length, over her mind. Solid steps and flowing silk, held the slightest trace of an
irrepressible wiggle. A short skirt, barely mid thigh, and mauve in colour, decorated her slim legs, each tainted with a
black nylon stocking. Her bust held in check, just barely by the slim halter-top, and laid open sweater about her
shoulders. The teasing glint within the corner of those violet eyes, sending shivers down many a spine. A glance given in
any direction attained the same results, though varying depending on the persona. Several were afraid, not in even
daring to approach such a sultry goddess. Her sex appeal was near height less, with the slender finely toned legs,
adequate and buxom bust, shadowing many an envious glare. Long tresses of silken black flowing across shoulder and
neck, adding to the effect of the scorching stare she laid out so freely. A silent question held always within those violet
orbs.
It was occasionally answered, either with gentle acceptance, mild interest, or savage conquest.
All of them ended up the same way.
She grinned to herself, pale complexion flickering and shimmering almost as iridescent among the light, as the Hanging
Maiden herself.
A shift of her hips sent the heels screeching across the gravelled pavement, expertly twisted, to attract every eye along
the street.
Which consisted of a few vagabonds out for scraps within the alleys.
Her grin faltered some as she walked down the worn streets, a sway that held all of hells pleasure, yet not a soul to
tempt it with remained on the street. Indeed it was late, but this seemed a little ridiculous.
Still, she proceeded forth; gliding down the sidewalks patiently, her apartment complex coming swiftly into view, along
the lines of the streets parallel side. Her frown increased with the crippling of the grin, as she proceeded towards the
beyond home. Try as she might, not an eye came her way, simply because there weren’t any to be given. Male or
female, were safe within their apartments and houses. Single, married, lovers. T.V watching, fucking like rabbits, or
dining alone.
And she was still out here with little a person to wiggle a shapely hip at.
Her steps resounded once more among the twilight, shadows pausing still with the echo-laden footfalls, that trickled
among the night.
Of course she was always careful of muggers, and even potential rapists. The former, taken care of with a swift spray
of mace, and the latter often given a dose of the same, though at times she managed to coerce a deal through these
individuals.
Or groups.
A silvery peal of laughter seemed to freeze across the currents above and surrounding, as she thought back to the many
or so conversations and bragging sessions she had paid to the females that so frequented the city. Insults and jealousy
followed at her heels like a puppy at play.
“Slut.”
A giggle.
“Spread her legs for anyone, if they asked her too.”
Wild snickering.
“Wish I were her.”
Outright laughter roamed the edges of the skyline freely, this last remark given by her conscious. Not spoken by any of
the so-called, high ladies of stature and prominence, but she knew it was true none the less.
They wanted her life. Everything she had.
Bold clacks surrounded the click of each heel, softly spoken words of lewd and ravaging remarks, danced a tune past
her ears. She had left them all panting and weak in their beds, from men to women, nothing but tools of pleasure. Many
of them waking up in their beds the following morning with nothing less then a lip stick smeared cheek, and several
layers of damp sheets.
Flicker
She stopped, laughter halting as suddenly as her movements, both fading off into the evening sky. Her peripheral vision
cleared away the momentary blotch that had seemed to come out of no where, sneaking in on her violet eyes, to put a
brief scare in her. Head tilted to the side, she simply reached a hand down reflexively for her purse latch, slowly taping
slender fingers and painted nails along the leather length.
Eyes swivelled around to orient…
On Nothing.
Empty garbage cans, dumpsters and bins, piled high over the missed scraps of litter, and debris. Dark alleys and quiet.
Blissful quiet.
A sniff of disgust levelled with the rancid stench that erupted from the alleyway nearby, before her walking clicks and
clacks resumed. Her eyes turned once more to the buildings surrounding her, watching the crumbling and cracking
edges of a gargoyle atop the roof, plant a gentle clink across the walk ways, with its falling pieces.
The efforts of a kitten, barely old enough to survive without mothers milk, purring contently at her leg, and brushing the
slick furred flank across a nylon sheathed limb, received only a scowl and a harsh kick to the side, flinging the small
mongrel into a wall, with several cracked ribs and even less minutes of remaining life.
“Silly pussy.” The words came as a snap, followed smoothly by the scornful laugh of the bitch in heat. Red tinged lips
snapped wide in a vicious grin, even as he leant over, brushing at the loose hair, now clinging to her stockings.
“Isn’t nice to abuse animals.”
Words came unbidden to her ears, head snapping up to deliver a scalding glare to they’re owner.
Only to have the glare doused by a smile of seductive intrigue.
He stood deliciously tall, quietly fetched up against a telephone pole, riddled with staples and fliers. Voice remained a
deep baritone, yet the slight…ever so slight trace of a hiss, trailed a line down her back, that would have sent her into
the pleasurable oblivion with its shiver quota, had she been duly prepared.
Lips thin and soft, parted before the iridescent gleam of white. Slender fingers, brushed over elbows, with the crossing
of powerful arms. Legs slipped one over the other, near the ankle, built almost to perfection, even while hidden behind
the loose Levi’s. The rather blatantly tight shirt adorning his torso, only sought to enhance the prime muscle beneath.
Eye for an Eye.
He gave her the one over, a brow perking gently over those emerald eyes, momentarily halting on her more then
exposed breasts, before returning to her features. A soft smile played over his lips even as he lifted off the pole, settling
into an easy gait, proceeding towards her. She straightened just as he came within a few feet, allowing the curve of
every limb to show in the movement, her chest thrusting out at him rather daringly.
“Hmmm…Depends on the Kind of Animal.” Her grin was outrageously lewd, giving a one over rather slow and
demanding, across the frame of the man before her. The words were spoken only half thought of, her mind already
working out the plan’s of approach and the ideas of what could be done with such long fingers.
“Ahhh. Well we can certainly find out now can’t we? Distinction is always a key element in a good Relationship.” His
own words marred slightly by the hissing undertone, sent a second shiver down her spine, leaving her thoughts almost
rapidly as they came.
Another notch to her belt.
The idle banter, teasing and flirtatious continued, as they proceeded towards her apartment, ghosting a path along the
sidewalk. A perfect pair, these two, strange that she would find him out here in the mid-night yet she wasn’t
complaining.
She was just enjoying the view, and wondering what else he had to offer.
The invite upstairs came automatically, and the reply was no less reflexive. Both proceeded upstairs, she allowing him a
rather full blown view of her tightly trimmed ass as they scaled the stairs. Long sinuous strides down the dusty hallway,
led towards her apartment door, and on inside.
Nothing special. Just a place to crash, fuck and eat.
He made the token gesture, and words of “Nice place you got here” yet only managed that far, as her tongue found
his, and her hands immediately went to his zipper. Things seemed to deteriorate into animalistic lust after that, both sets
of clothes forgotten before the tide of pleasure of utter desire.
She expected to dominate him thoroughly, bending him to her will, and giving out only half of what she would receive in
return. Yet it didn’t seem to go that way. All seemed to flow with a rather backward slide. Her hands continuously
worked over his muscular frame, trying as desperately and honestly to give him what he asked, willed, and wished of
her. Her eyes became somewhat haunted, as it proceeded into the customary, and she held some emotions in reserve,
until he entered her.
Time seemed to halt.
She was suspended in oblivion. Normally, just hovering on the outskirts of the abyss, waiting patiently for her partner
to finish his or her shuddering and fall limp to the side. Now she found herself, plummeting through the centre of the
void, screaming, and groaning for all she was worth. It wasn’t something as basic as instinct, but was less then striving
for her own pleasure. She was out of control and completely insane with ecstasy. Lost in her world of torrential
bucking.
Somewhere along the line, he had stopped, yet she had still been going. Her hips had never stopped gyrating, and her
sex had never stopped dribbling forth its quotient of sickly sweet sap. Her groans seemed to grow hoarse yet never did
it once seem like she was going to stop. Not for a while.
Another pin prick moment in time, and she had noticed he was gone, sucked away by the abyss no doubt, or lost in his
own pleasure, but it mattered not. She kept up her thrashing and rolling about, trying hard to stem the flow of emotions
and rapidly deteriorating thoughts. Soon she was nothing more then a quivering mass of flesh, eyes rolled back into the
depths of their sockets, hair dishevelled and quaking still with the trembling of her body. Sweat old and fresh darkening
both sheets and air. Hands cramped from the flex, and tension put through them, her muscles in worse condition.
Spasmodic fits hit her nervous system like shock waves, while her delicate mound spat forth the efforts of a lifetime,
brought to fruition in just…one…night.
The only thing that she never seemed to notice was the pain that had decorated her shoulder and neck. Soft pin pricks
like a mosquito to a Bull. Nothing more, maybe less. She didn’t even notice the torrents of blood across the paler the
average flesh. All she noticed was the weakness afterwards, and the feeling of absolute satisfaction.
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