SHE was sitting at the corner of the bar with her straight, blonde hair falling just below her elbows, a cigarette poised seductively between her blood-red lips.
Ever so slightly she tilted her head and looked at me out of the corner of her eye. She blew the smoke into the moment. Her eyes yelled proverbs with the slightest hint of wanting me to walk over and sit beside her. She looked carefree and nonchalant, but madness lurked right behind her eyes.
Her black and white blouse crinkled firmly over her imperfect body. It would entice any man if they saw her right at that second, I thought. In that moment it felt like we’ve had many conversations without even speaking a word. She effortlessly tore her gaze from me and called over the barman. After ordering a drink she didn’t look at me again.
I felt alone and let down. I was used to rejection by this time. I have encountered many of these momentary relations in hostile places like bars and clubs. I thought it was over, but my future was mapped out.
I drank and smoked heavily. When the night got old I felt the southern summer’s sweat on my back, neck and forehead. This left me feeling dirty and the instinct to take a shower overwhelmed me. My head was heavy, thick and sore. My mouth tasted foul. It was that time of night – time for me to become the troglodyte I really am. My uneasiness pushed the memory of my romance with the Jezebel in the bar out of my head. I paid my bill, got up and walked out.
As I walked to my car, I saw a shadow following me and couldn’t stop my heart from starting to race. The night’s breeze carried the scent that slapped me with lust in the bar. She was behind me. I didn’t stop or turn around but hoped a secretly shared fantasy would lead her to me.
As I got to the car door, I turned around and there, with the bright light of the parking lot behind her, she stood.
Staring at her silhouette I knew that she was there for me. I just knew.
“Hi, did you want a ride home?” I asked , trying to keep the doubt out of my voice.
She stood there saying nothing, her stilettos crackling on the pavement filling the awkward silence. I walked around and opened the door for her.
“Get in,” I said. She walked around the car and climbed into the passenger seat.
My mind was running wild as I started the car.
“What am I doing?” I asked myself.
“What is she doing?”
She didn’t say a word and I looked at her smooth and innocent but mysterious figure out of the corner of my eye. I didn’t know what to ask and say to this creature, sitting so silently in my car.
It was exhilarating having this seductive woman in the very same seat where my wife had plumped down her butt so many times before.
“So where should I take you?” I finally asked.
She turned her head in an almost a bionic fashion and looked at me. I looked back at her very uncomfortably, shifting in my seat.
“Where you go, I’ll go,” she whispered with the street lights playing over her eyes.
The debauchery angel had spoken. Her voice wasn’t what I expected - it was firm and assertive and the darkness in it demanded attention.
I felt regret fill my stomach.
“Have I chosen the wrong path to go down tonight?” I wondered.
I didn’t know if she was a whore or just a lonely lady wanting some attention.
I realised that I didn’t want this woman in my house - having sex with her in the bed that me and my wife slept in wouldn’t be right. I drove up Signal Hill.
I stopped at a secluded spot under a big bush. I turned off the engine and took a deep breath, then collected my thoughts and my balls.
I turned to look at her and found her big green eyes staring at me, through me. It felt like she was looking beyond my existence and into the dark abyss only to see my pathetic life.
I have never seen a woman behave in this manner. Normally it would turn me off, but this time my attention and curiosity were sparked. I leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth, hard and firm. She didn’t react. A sharp sting and kick in my ribs caused me to jump back and give a little yell of shock. The sound of the tazer was still ringing in my ears.
As I leaned against the door holding my ribs, I looked at her and she had the most peculiar smile on her face.
“What the fuck?” I asked loudly.
“Come,” she whispered.
She opened the door and got out.
Sliding into the back seat she gave me a sinister smile, one filled with promises of things to come.
I sat thinking and trying figure out what just happened and what was yet to come. The situation scared me, but intrigued me.
I looked at her as she started taking off her clothes. Her coat slid off her shoulders and I could see her blouse clinging to her form. She loosened her hair and pulled long fingers through it
“I can handle this,” I thought to myself.
“I’m not going to back down now, even if this is the type of stuff she’s into!”
She took off her bra and I felt the desire begging me to hurry up. I opened the back door, got in and started loosening my belt while her fingers found the buttons on my shirt.
I bent forward uncomfortably to untie my shoes and without any warning she screamed and punched me in the face. She tied her bra around my neck and pushed me down.
I tried to get up but she shifted her weight onto me. Grunting sounds escaped her mouth. She was a woman of a thousand emotions and I could feel each one of them through her touch.
I was struggling to get loose but her big, beautiful body on top of me pushed down as she tightened the bra around my neck. Anger mixed with a lifetime of pain swam in her eyes.
I knew there and then this was not for fun.
Her blonde hair hung around our faces, cocooning our emotions for our eyes only.
My vision filled with black spots and the world began to fade. My energy poured out of me, leaving my body numb. The burning pain in my throat disappeared and I felt cold. Everything went black, and I felt nothing.
THE ABATTOIR
BUTTERFLY
like we’ve had many conversations without even speaking a word. She effortlessly tore her gaze from me and called over the barman. After ordering a drink she didn’t look at me again.
I felt alone and let down. I was used to rejection by this time. I have encountered many of these momentary relations in hostile places like bars and clubs. I thought it was over, but my future was mapped out.
I drank and smoked heavily. When the night got old I felt the southern summer’s sweat on my back, neck and forehead. This left me feeling dirty and the instinct to take a shower overwhelmed me. My head was heavy, thick and sore. My mouth tasted foul. It was that time of night – time for me to become the troglodyte I really am. My uneasiness pushed the memory of my romance with the Jezebel in the bar out of my head. I paid my bill, got up and walked out.
As I walked to my car, I saw a shadow following me and couldn’t stop my heart from starting to race. The night’s breeze carried the scent that slapped me with lust in the bar. She was behind me. I didn’t stop or turn around but hoped a secretly shared fantasy would lead her to me.
As I got to the car door, I turned around and there, with the bright light of the parking lot behind her, she stood.
Staring at her silhouette I knew that she was there for me. I just knew.
“Hi, did you want a ride home?” I asked , trying to keep the doubt out of my voice.
She stood there saying nothing, her stilettos crackling on the pavement filling the awkward silence. I walked around and opened the door for her.
“Get in,” I said. She walked around the car and climbed into the passenger seat.
My mind was running wild as I started the car.
“What am I doing?” I asked myself.
“What is she doing?”
She didn’t say a word and I looked at her smooth and innocent but mysterious figure out of the corner of my eye. I didn’t know what to ask and say to this creature, sitting so silently in my car.
It was exhilarating having this seductive woman in the very same seat where my wife had plumped down her butt so many times before.
“So where should I take you?” I finally asked.
She turned her head in an almost a bionic fashion and looked at me. I looked back at her very uncomfortably, shifting in my seat.
“Where you go, I’ll go,” she whispered with the street lights playing over her eyes.
The debauchery angel had spoken. Her voice wasn’t what I expected - it was firm and assertive and the darkness in it demanded attention.
I felt regret fill my stomach.
“Have I chosen the wrong path to go down tonight?” I wondered.
I didn’t know if she was a whore or just a lonely lady wanting some attention.
I realised that I didn’t want this woman in my house - having sex with her in the bed that me and my wife slept in wouldn’t be right. I drove up Signal Hill.
I stopped at a secluded spot under a big bush. I turned off the engine and took a deep breath, then collected my thoughts and my balls.
I turned to look at her and found her big green eyes staring at me, through me. It felt like she was looking beyond my existence and into the dark abyss only to see my pathetic life.
I have never seen a woman behave in this manner. Normally it would turn me off, but this time my attention and curiosity were sparked. I leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth, hard and firm. She didn’t react. A sharp sting and kick in my ribs caused me to jump back and give a little yell of shock. The sound of the tazer was still ringing in my ears.
As I leaned against the door holding my ribs, I looked at her and she had the most peculiar smile on her face.
“What the fuck?” I asked loudly.
“Come,” she whispered.
She opened the door and got out.
Sliding into the back seat she gave me a sinister smile, one filled with promises of things to come.
I sat thinking and trying figure out what just happened and what was yet to come. The situation scared me, but intrigued me.
I looked at her as she started taking off her clothes. Her coat slid off her shoulders and I could see her blouse clinging to her form. She loosened her hair and pulled long fingers through it
“I can handle this,” I thought to myself.
“I’m not going to back down now, even if this is the type of stuff she’s into!”
She took off her bra and I felt the desire begging me to hurry up. I opened the back door, got in and started loosening my belt while her fingers found the buttons on my shirt.
I bent forward uncomfortably to untie my shoes and without any warning she screamed and punched me in the face. She tied her bra around my neck and pushed me down.
I tried to get up but she shifted her weight onto me. Grunting sounds escaped her mouth. She was a woman of a thousand emotions and I could feel each one of them through her touch.
I was struggling to get loose but her big, beautiful body on top of me pushed down as she tightened the bra around my neck. Anger mixed with a lifetime of pain swam in her eyes.
I knew there and then this was not for fun.
Her blonde hair hung around our faces, cocooning our emotions for our eyes only.
My vision filled with black spots and the world began to fade. My energy poured out of me, leaving my body numb. The burning pain in my throat disappeared and I felt cold. Everything went black, and I felt nothing.
overwhelmed me. My head was heavy, thick and sore. My mouth tasted foul. It was that time of night – time for me to become the troglodyte I really am. My uneasiness pushed the memory of my romance with the Jezebel in the bar out of my head. I paid my bill, got up and walked out.
As I walked to my car, I saw a shadow following me and couldn’t stop my heart from starting to race. The night’s breeze carried the scent that slapped me with lust in the bar. She was behind me. I didn’t stop or turn around but hoped a secretly shared fantasy would lead her to me.
As I got to the car door, I turned around and there, with the bright light of the parking lot behind her, she stood.
Staring at her silhouette I knew that she was there for me. I just knew.
“Hi, did you want a ride home?” I asked , trying to keep the doubt out of my voice.
She stood there saying nothing, her stilettos crackling on the pavement filling the awkward silence. I walked around and opened the door for her.
“Get in,” I said. She walked around the car and climbed into the passenger seat.
My mind was running wild as I started the car.
“What am I doing?” I asked myself.
“What is she doing?”
She didn’t say a word and I looked at her smooth and innocent but mysterious figure out of the corner of my eye. I didn’t know what to ask and say to this creature, sitting so silently in my car.
It was exhilarating having this seductive woman in the very same seat where my wife had plumped down her butt so many times before.
“So where should I take you?” I finally asked.
She turned her head in an almost a bionic fashion and looked at me. I looked back at her very uncomfortably, shifting in my seat.
“Where you go, I’ll go,” she whispered with the street lights playing over her eyes.
The debauchery angel had spoken. Her voice wasn’t what I expected - it was firm and assertive and the darkness in it demanded attention.
I felt regret fill my stomach.
“Have I chosen the wrong path to go down tonight?” I wondered.
I didn’t know if she was a whore or just a lonely lady wanting some attention.
I realised that I didn’t want this woman in my house - having sex with her in the bed that me and my wife slept in wouldn’t be right. I drove up Signal Hill.
I stopped at a secluded spot under a big bush. I turned off the engine and took a deep breath, then collected my thoughts and my balls.
I turned to look at her and found her big green eyes staring at me, through me. It felt like she was looking beyond my existence and into the dark abyss only to see my pathetic life.
I have never seen a woman behave in this manner. Normally it would turn me off, but this time my attention and curiosity were sparked. I leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth, hard and firm. She didn’t react. A sharp sting and kick in my ribs caused me to jump back and give a little yell of shock. The sound of the tazer was still ringing in my ears.
As I leaned against the door holding my ribs, I looked at her and she had the most peculiar smile on her face.
“What the fuck?” I asked loudly.
“Come,” she whispered.
She opened the door and got out.
Sliding into the back seat she gave me a sinister smile, one filled with promises of things to come.
I sat thinking and trying figure out what just happened and what was yet to come. The situation scared me, but intrigued me.
I looked at her as she started taking off her clothes. Her coat slid off her shoulders and I could see her blouse clinging to her form. She loosened her hair and pulled long fingers through it
“I can handle this,” I thought to myself.
“I’m not going to back down now, even if this is the type of stuff she’s into!”
She took off her bra and I felt the desire begging me to hurry up. I opened the back door, got in and started loosening my belt while her fingers found the buttons on my shirt.
I bent forward uncomfortably to untie my shoes and without any warning she screamed and punched me in the face. She tied her bra around my neck and pushed me down.
I tried to get up but she shifted her weight onto me. Grunting sounds escaped her mouth. She was a woman of a thousand emotions and I could feel each one of them through her touch.
I was struggling to get loose but her big, beautiful body on top of me pushed down as she tightened the bra around my neck. Anger mixed with a lifetime of pain swam in her eyes.
I knew there and then this was not for fun.
Her blonde hair hung around our faces, cocooning our emotions for our eyes only.
My vision filled with black spots and the world began to fade. My energy poured out of me, leaving my body numb. The burning pain in my throat disappeared and I felt cold. Everything went black, and I felt nothing.
bright light of the parking lot behind her, she stood.
Staring at her silhouette I knew that she was there for me. I just knew.
“Hi, did you want a ride home?” I asked , trying to keep the doubt out of my voice.
She stood there saying nothing, her stilettos crackling on the pavement filling the awkward silence. I walked around and opened the door for her.
“Get in,” I said. She walked around the car and climbed into the passenger seat.
My mind was running wild as I started the car.
“What am I doing?” I asked myself.
“What is she doing?”
She didn’t say a word and I looked at her smooth and innocent but mysterious figure out of the corner of my eye. I didn’t know what to ask and say to this creature, sitting so silently in my car.
It was exhilarating having this seductive woman in the very same seat where my wife had plumped down her butt so many times before.
“So where should I take you?” I finally asked.
She turned her head in an almost a bionic fashion and looked at me. I looked back at her very uncomfortably, shifting in my seat.
“Where you go, I’ll go,” she whispered with the street lights playing over her eyes.
The debauchery angel had spoken. Her voice wasn’t what I expected - it was firm and assertive and the darkness in it demanded attention.
I felt regret fill my stomach.
“Have I chosen the wrong path to go down tonight?” I wondered.
I didn’t know if she was a whore or just a lonely lady wanting some attention.
I realised that I didn’t want this woman in my house - having sex with her in the bed that me and my wife slept in wouldn’t be right. I drove up Signal Hill.
I stopped at a secluded spot under a big bush. I turned off the engine and took a deep breath, then collected my thoughts and my balls.
I turned to look at her and found her big green eyes staring at me, through me. It felt like she was looking beyond my existence and into the dark abyss only to see my pathetic life.
I have never seen a woman behave in this manner. Normally it would turn me off, but this time my attention and curiosity were sparked. I leaned forward and kissed her on the mouth, hard and firm. She didn’t react. A sharp sting and kick in my ribs caused me to jump back and give a little yell of shock. The sound of the tazer was still ringing in my ears.
As I leaned against the door holding my ribs, I looked at her and she had the most peculiar smile on her face.
“What the fuck?” I asked loudly.
“Come,” she whispered.
She opened the door and got out.
Sliding into the back seat she gave me a sinister smile, one filled with promises of things to come.
I sat thinking and trying figure out what just happened and what was yet to come. The situation scared me, but intrigued me.
I looked at her as she started taking off her clothes. Her coat slid off her shoulders and I could see her blouse clinging to her form. She loosened her hair and pulled long fingers through it
“I can handle this,” I thought to myself.
“I’m not going to back down now, even if this is the type of stuff she’s into!”
She took off her bra and I felt the desire begging me to hurry up. I opened the back door, got in and started loosening my belt while her fingers found the buttons on my shirt.
I bent forward uncomfortably to untie my shoes and without any warning she screamed and punched me in the face. She tied her bra around my neck and pushed me down.
I tried to get up but she shifted her weight onto me. Grunting sounds escaped her mouth. She was a woman of a thousand emotions and I could feel each one of them through her touch.
I was struggling to get loose but her big, beautiful body on top of me pushed down as she tightened the bra around my neck. Anger mixed with a lifetime of pain swam in her eyes.
I knew there and then this was not for fun.
Her blonde hair hung around our faces, cocooning our emotions for our eyes only.
My vision filled with black spots and the world began to fade. My energy poured out of me, leaving my body numb. The burning pain in my throat disappeared and I felt cold. Everything went black, and I felt nothing.
BY KAREL KOPBEEN
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