Distractions Of A Beautiful Stranger
By dazzlepm
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She sits. Cross-legged on a chair. Smoking. Cigarette held between
black gloved fingers, sparkling in the neon glare. Smoke tendrils
escaping, slowly, from cherry perfect lips. Dark smudged eyes. Eyes of
a junkie requiring a fix. Fashion. Fashionable. Heroin-e chic. Eyes
stare, straight ahead, looking towards the horizon. Not seeing what
sits in front of her. Worshipped not seeing worshipper. Ignoring pleas
and cries. She is watched. She ignores - choice or disinterest?
She moves slowly. Carefully.
Stockinged leg caresses stockinged leg.
Soft silky sound.
Cigarette drops, crushed by sensible shoes.
Short, slitted skirt slightly parts. Stocking tops and flesh exposed.
Visible. Rustle of mother ironed crisp, white blouse. Striped tie round
neck loosened. Head flicks back, blonde bunches, roots black, flick
over shoulders. Long neck shown - ready for bites. Begs for bruised
flesh. Hands move on legs. Gliding along black, smooth length. Can
almost feel the material. The touch. The taste. The smell. Perfume
mingled with femininity. Hands gliding, unseen, urgently, along smooth
length. Sparks of pleasure building. Fingernails scrape, any harder and
they would ladder, rip, tear, the material. Ruined. Not perfect. Legs
move. Glimpse of white cotton. Flash. Disappear. Image burned on
watching eyes, preserved in brain. After image to re-awaken in dreams
later in night. Sleep in bed. Wake in stained sheets.
Door opens.
She is distracted. Turns head as though not expecting this. Hand goes
to face. Finger presses to lips. Lips pucker, eyes open wide. Man
enters. Naked. Ready. Muscled, oiled, tanned flesh flexed for pleasure.
Work out sweat still glistening across smooth male body. Hair slicked
back, eyes in shadow. Unheard gasp from girl. Annie School she is
called. Each watcher imagines she has been distracted by each and
everyone one of them. Fantasy made flesh as the man approaches her.
They are the ones with Annie School. Not him. They are him.They feel
co-joined with him.
Siamese twins of pleasure.
Man's lips move.
Unheard, words imagined set alight in minds.
Hi, they think, I've been watching you.
Alone.
With.
Me.
She stays silent. Standing, slowly, Facing the man. Moving head, up and
down, over his body. Legs parted, hands at her side. Waiting for him to
make the first move.
He approaches. Snakes hand around her waist. Leans forward.
Kiss. Long, tongues imagined entwining.
Moisture mixing.
Saliva drips from mouths. Annie School goes limp. Submits. He moves
round, both in profile. Can be seen by watchers but still watchers
cannot be seen. She steps back, his hands on her shoulder pushing her
down. She kneels. Lips, bruised cherries, engulfs flesh. Slowly move,
wetness against hardness. He holds her head. Hips slide himself in and
out of her.
Her eyes look up at him. Awe struck.
She releases him. Reclaiming her mouth as her own. Stands up.
Blouse undone. Stripped from shoulders, dropped to floor.
Strong hands on soft white skin. Mouth sucking nipple. Soft to hard.
Pink to red. She opens her mouth. Moan escapes from her throat. Long
nails scrape on male flesh. Simulation of watchers, sliding, faster,
up, down. Mouth moisture rubbed in.
Hands on skirt. One slides under. Fingers caress unseen cotton.
Musk soaked material mingling with Annie School's perfume.
A powerful intoxication reaches their senses. Eyes close, some need to
imagine more than to see the reality. Fantasy within a fantasy. Endless
looping. Lives starved of reality.
Living in fantasy. Partitioned from the real.
Unobtainable.
Only available, special offer - clearance sale, all must go - within
the mind. Joining Annie School in her world in their dreams. Wishing
she was theirs.
Male fingers slip inside her, feeling her warmth, giving her
pleasure.
Man kneels. Pulls skirt to floor. Mouth on cotton. Kissing. Tasting.
Breathing. Tongue slips round edge. Annie School moan. Hands grip
panties. Pull down. Legs part. Mouth kiss. Head back. Girlie gasps.
Short, fast, breathless. Her hands rub herself as she is drunk. Her
head turns. Looks at a watcher. No recognition. Doesn't see. Doesn't
know. She's stuck in her own world. No life observed outside of this
one. Forever held on endless repeat. Slow motion stop and start.
Fantasy beyond the glass. Alone. Forever. Never ending story. Always
feeling alone. But always watched. In room. Antiseptic smell. Dark,
clean. Always the same, no variation, no decoration. Stark. Sparse.
Barren. They are alone. Lonely.
She is their company. Their only company.
They live to come here. See her. No other purpose. Work to get money.
Money to ensure purpose. Never ending. Endless. She keeps them company.
Here. There. Everywhere. In the day, at a desk, on the train, in the
car, eating dinner, fucking their wives.
She is always there, filling empty lives with hope. Meaning.
She doesn't know what effect she has. She affects them.
They need her. Want her. Hunger for her. Glad she is forever trapped
behind the glass. A butterfly never to be allowed to escape. An animal
in the zoo. Forever prowling, knowing something exists beyond. Freedom.
No escape. She works. Needs job. Needs to live. Like them. She needs
them. They need her. Different but the same.
Shutter down.
Money in slot. Clink. Clink.
Shutter up. Light in the dark.
They wait. Waiting to be distracted by a beautiful stranger ?
She sits. Cross-legged on a chair. Smoking.
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