He remembered the taste of her lips: the softness, the fire. It was one of the reasons he followed her here tonight. He had never felt such a dark fire in his soul until now. She had always seemed mysterious, dark even, and he couldn't shake the feeling of wanting to own this creature, this seductress of the night.
He walked down the dark alley, putting his cigarette out on the brick wall. Pulling his collar up around his neck as he took a breath.
"This is it." his mind screamed, staring at the cold metal door, with its peeling paint and rust- devoured hinges. He had followed her to this door, this door that held all the answers. He waited, her sleek form entering just moments before. Now that she was here , time would reveal all.
Lighting another cigarette, his hands trembled. He was nervous, these whole night affairs had him shaken. It had been a long day at work, when this vixen sat beside him at the corner bar. Crossing her silken legs she glared at him, smiling a devilish grin. Sipping the rum in the small glass, he nodded in acknowledgement of her presence. Her scarlet lips seduced him as she spoke, she was not a whore, intelligence in her words revealed as much. He assumed a medusa as she laughed at his quietness. Before he knew it hours had went by and then they were at his apartment tearing the clothes from each others bodies. He was never a man of one night passions, but tonight the woman cast a spell on him with her intense stare, her mischievous and challenging words, her tantalizing silk clad dress, the raven curls cascading down her body..His mind went numb for a moment thinking about her breath in his ear.. why did she get up. His mind, although half asleep was well aware of her body detangling from his sleeping body. The light from the night flickered over her naked body. She had no shame as she slid her red high heels on first, then slowly she kissed him and whispered "Was fun while it lasted kid." Sweeping up the rest of her clothing she left into the night.
The "whys" didn't leave his thoughts; he needed answers to her words "Was nice while it lasted kid." It was time he decided as he pushed through the squeeky door into the club like tavern. A few dirty men with booze heavy on there breath glared at him. Seeing her he dove into a booth, dodging her line of sight. Taking her by the arm a man in dark leather pulled her to her feet, leading her to the stairs. He thought she might have seen him as she looked over her shoulder, her eyes full of terror.
Waiting a good fifteen minutes before following , he slid the empty glass of beer that the waitress insisted he have, to the end of the table. Sliding from the hard wooden booth he moved toward the stairs. It wasn't long until he heard her voice, and he pressed his ear to the choppy surface.
There voices trailing to the back room, was his cue. Turning the knob slowly, and gripping the metalic weapon, his fingers locking near the trigger, he slide into the damp room. The air smelled of musk, and rotten wood. The floor barley creaked under his step as he walked closer to were the voices were echoing.
"So you followed me." she she said softly " Come on out from hiding Grifter, you have been behind me since I left your bed."
Stepping into the room Grifter, instantly locked eyes with the seductress sitting with her legs crossed in her silky dress he had pulled from her hours ago. Applying more scarlett to her lips she nodded to the man in dark leather looking out the window, standing silently.
"Fann" Grifter whispered
Standing to her feet and walking gracefully to him she placed a single finger to his lips. "Shh Grif, youll ruin the memory."
Leaning into his ear she whispered " Taste me one last time," her hand slide slowly down his chest "Kiss me Grif"
Her Lips found his and in a deep probing kiss, his eyes became hazed over, dense fog clouded his mind. Even when she ended the kiss his mind was still clouded with delerium. His body was no better and began to tremble.
"Shame really." She said to the man in the corner. " He was the best lover I have had in a long time."
"You do love cat and mouse Fann, but the game is done. Let him have his memories and let the government handle the rest." the man said taking a Body Bag from under the bed.
"Shame seduction seems the only way to cloud a mans thought, but works everytime," she paused sitting and reapplying the scarlett, "Dont fight it Grif, just let the sleep take you,the government you work to protect is needing your services."
Grif's body was heavier then stone and soon his weakened legs couldnt hold him upright. Falling to the wooden floor, his breathing increased, the darkness consumed him. Last thing he seen was a red blur. The words "...another officer killed in the line of duty..."
He walked down the dark alley, putting his cigarette out on the brick wall. Pulling his collar up around his neck as he took a breath.
"This is it." his mind screamed, staring at the cold metal door, with its peeling paint and rust- devoured hinges. He had followed her to this door, this door that held all the answers. He waited, her sleek form entering just moments before. Now that she was here , time would reveal all.
Lighting another cigarette, his hands trembled. He was nervous, these whole night affairs had him shaken. It had been a long day at work, when this vixen sat beside him at the corner bar. Crossing her silken legs she glared at him, smiling a devilish grin. Sipping the rum in the small glass, he nodded in acknowledgement of her presence. Her scarlet lips seduced him as she spoke, she was not a whore, intelligence in her words revealed as much. He assumed a medusa as she laughed at his quietness. Before he knew it hours had went by and then they were at his apartment tearing the clothes from each others bodies. He was never a man of one night passions, but tonight the woman cast a spell on him with her intense stare, her mischievous and challenging words, her tantalizing silk clad dress, the raven curls cascading down her body..His mind went numb for a moment thinking about her breath in his ear.. why did she get up. His mind, although half asleep was well aware of her body detangling from his sleeping body. The light from the night flickered over her naked body. She had no shame as she slid her red high heels on first, then slowly she kissed him and whispered "Was fun while it lasted kid." Sweeping up the rest of her clothing she left into the night.
The "whys" didn't leave his thoughts; he needed answers to her words "Was nice while it lasted kid." It was time he decided as he pushed through the squeeky door into the club like tavern. A few dirty men with booze heavy on there breath glared at him. Seeing her he dove into a booth, dodging her line of sight. Taking her by the arm a man in dark leather pulled her to her feet, leading her to the stairs. He thought she might have seen him as she looked over her shoulder, her eyes full of terror.
Waiting a good fifteen minutes before following , he slid the empty glass of beer that the waitress insisted he have, to the end of the table. Sliding from the hard wooden booth he moved toward the stairs. It wasn't long until he heard her voice, and he pressed his ear to the choppy surface.
There voices trailing to the back room, was his cue. Turning the knob slowly, and gripping the metalic weapon, his fingers locking near the trigger, he slide into the damp room. The air smelled of musk, and rotten wood. The floor barley creaked under his step as he walked closer to were the voices were echoing.
"So you followed me." she she said softly " Come on out from hiding Grifter, you have been behind me since I left your bed."
Stepping into the room Grifter, instantly locked eyes with the seductress sitting with her legs crossed in her silky dress he had pulled from her hours ago. Applying more scarlett to her lips she nodded to the man in dark leather looking out the window, standing silently.
"Fann" Grifter whispered
Standing to her feet and walking gracefully to him she placed a single finger to his lips. "Shh Grif, youll ruin the memory."
Leaning into his ear she whispered " Taste me one last time," her hand slide slowly down his chest "Kiss me Grif"
Her Lips found his and in a deep probing kiss, his eyes became hazed over, dense fog clouded his mind. Even when she ended the kiss his mind was still clouded with delerium. His body was no better and began to tremble.
"Shame really." She said to the man in the corner. " He was the best lover I have had in a long time."
"You do love cat and mouse Fann, but the game is done. Let him have his memories and let the government handle the rest." the man said taking a Body Bag from under the bed.
"Shame seduction seems the only way to cloud a mans thought, but works everytime," she paused sitting and reapplying the scarlett, "Dont fight it Grif, just let the sleep take you,the government you work to protect is needing your services."
Grif's body was heavier then stone and soon his weakened legs couldnt hold him upright. Falling to the wooden floor, his breathing increased, the darkness consumed him. Last thing he seen was a red blur. The words "...another officer killed in the line of duty..."
