Smooth saxophones wailed as I entered the club. I should have been sleeping, I should have prepared for tomorrow. But the stress of delayed flights in combination with the jet-lag and curiosity of an unvisited town had pulled me out into the streets.
She was a small woman, and she didn’t invite me into her presence, rather she tried to avoid my glances. But I made my move, after all, if you can’t sleep, why not stay up in company, and maybe sleep would come later, afterwards. I ordered two Martini’s and the bartender raised an eyebrow. Discretely I added some “spice” to one of the drinks and handed it to her.
First she looked at me suspiciously but then with a bored expression she took the glass and drained it. She smiled, and I waited for the drug to have its effect.
I took her hand, and she stumbled towards me. She giggled, this was going to be easy.
A gentle kiss planted by succulent lips, a thigh accidentally brushing my hip, and with fingers tracing my jawbone she showed that she actually knew how to manipulate a man. Too late I realized she was the hunter and I was the prey.
I felt dizzy and had to lean on the bar-disk. She smiled as she supported me. I saw the bartender wink at her as we exited into the back-alley.
The first punch landed heavy and I lost the little breath I had left. He was a burly man, and my limbs were heavy as lead. All I could think of was the strong smell of garbage before I passed out.
When I awoke, I was surprised to feel cool linen bed-sheet, and she was awake beside me. Caressing my brow, she said with a smirk:
“Good morning sleepy-head, welcome home”
She smiled and when I saw a wedding band matching my own, and her smile I knew that only my death could part us now.
It’s been a while since I attempted a trifecta. This week I thought I come back with a story. The word to use this week is MANIPULATE – and the third meaning is
3: to change by artful or unfair means so as to serve one’s purpose : to doctor
February 3, 2014