Mark
Flash fiction - a club and a predator
Bass pushed through my chest, causing my chin to lift to the beat without my permission. The rest of my body is stiff, other than the occasional lift of my whiskey and cola. Making a quick adjustment to my bulge. My skin started tingling, receptors letting me know I was about to start feeling real fucking good soon.
Where is the girl who slipped me that pill by the bathroom? I started scanning all the messy heads of hair and the flashing lights, assaulting my eyes. Bet her ass is a screamer.
I fiddled with something in the front pocket of my jeans. Skinny little thing, could save some cash and give her half.
I tried to remember what she looked like, and remembered her arms covered in colorful beads. About the only piece of her she bothered covering. I felt half of my mouth curl into a grin. Ain’t complaining.
I bit my lip and took a quick look at my bicep. Fuck yeah, I look good. Obviously, giving it a little peck. That’s what you do when you work that fucking hard.
These college kids are stupid as hell, but their drugs are better than anything we ever got back in the day. My shoulders dropped, muscles melted into jelly. Plenty of babes, but only one lucky enough to be my Mark.
Finally, I spot the bracelets roughing up her hair as she flickered aggressively with the lights. Each frozen pose is sexier than the last. I adjust the bulge in my pants again. Then our eyes met, and I popped my collar up like a peacock. Chin pointing at her tight body.
I took a step, but struggled slightly to lift it again. As if concrete was starting to harden around my ankles. The shifting of the girl’s exposed hips lured me in. Each step is heavier than the last. My stride slowly melted into a trudge until I stopped right in front of her. She presses her skin onto me. The only thing I’m able to do is sway as she rotates around, showing me every angle of her body. I didn’t realize my jaw was open until she pressed it up and leaned in to press her lips on mine. My sways are slowing to stillness. I want to grab her ass, but my fucking arms aren’t moving. The hardened concrete feeling at my ankles moves up to my nose.
Her cheek grazes mine as her lips sneak over to my ear. Scarlet lips whispering, “I could just gobble you up.”
I feel the bulge about to burst.
“Ughhh.” The only sounds I’m able to squeak out. Drool pouring down my slackened chin. My eyes were darting across the club. Why are there so many women? My heart and eyes are the only things not completely still. Everyone in the club slowed their dancing and turned towards us, slightly swaying. Grinning mischievously at us... at me. All women. Where are the fucking dudes at?
I feel her lifting my shirt and licking up to my chest. But my eyes keep scanning.
What the–
I look down to see dozens of masculine heaps scattered on the floor as the women step over them, towards us. Their chins stained red. One held something that dragged along the ground.
Is that a fucking intestine?
“Don’t worry about them,” she crept her long black nails up my ribs. “They just like to watch.”
Be careful out there, you never know who’s watching
-Mat
Wait. What?
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