Dream One: Powder and Fangs
I’m walking the streets late at night. The street lights illuminate the empty side walk. Its quiet and I’m stalking my prey from a distance. He hasn’t noticed me yet but I feel he will soon. He crosses the street almost instinctively, his body knowing something is wrong even if his brain hasn’t. I watch waiting for my moment to strike. A lonely car passes us unaware of the events to unfold. He shifts to an alley to hide himself and I follow closing the gap between us. He finally notices me following and turns nervously. He clutches the duffle bag he’s carrying knowing the contents inside are worth more than his life.
“Who’s there?” he states in a shaky voice pulling out a gun with a shaky hand. He waves it back and forth unsure where the danger is until it’s too late. I pounce on him drinking his essence and leaving his body in the alley. I collect the bag and continue on to my destination.
When I arrive I am greeted with stares of indifference. No one moves but their eyes follow me through the rooms I navigate to find who I am looking for. When I find him, he is sitting behind a large oak desk being pleasured by someone. I can’t see her face, just the top of her head as she ignores the new company. He greets me with a wide smile, excited by the bag I carry.
“You never disappoint,” he says spreading his arms to greet me. His long nails elongating his hands making them seem larger than they are. They were painted a dark color with charms on them, some dangled as he moved. The femineity on his hands contrasting with the open suit vest and pale muscular body under it. The smell of acrylic was still in the air. I guessed were a fresh set. Was his nail tech under the desk then? He inhaled sharply his eyes losing focus for a moment before he returned to himself.
The “nail tech” shifted from her location finally standing up and acknowledging I was in the room. She whipped her face before she began to collect her things. He tossed her a roll of bills for her services which she collected swiftly, placing it in her bra and leaving the room with her belongings without a word.
I tossed the bag on the desk letting him open it. He tore at like a child on Christmas day releasing the contents. They spilled out of the bag like intestines, bricks neatly wrapped in plastic sliding off each other slowly racing to the desktop. He reached for them eagerly trying to keep them as close as possible. He rubbed his face on them inhaling deeply, excited about what was about to happen.
I clear my throat reminding him that I was still in the room. His eyes find me again and a devilish smile creeps in. I return the smile still waiting for my payment. He claps twice to call in his people to collect the goods and bring me my payment. They leave 2 bricks on the desk and hand a brief case to me. When they leave they close the door behind them leaving us alone.
I try to judge the weigh the briefcase in my hand judging the amount that should be in there. It feels light and I say so. He stands, still smiling letting himself fall free of his pants. “I guess I’ll have to pay you another way…” he answers breaking the seal of a brick. A small poof of the white substance releasing in the air. He took a large bump on his nail, enjoying the sensation so much his eyes roll back. He offered me some and I decline still watching and waiting for my full payment. Business before pleasure is always the motto. He comes back to himself enjoying the rush of the drug realizing I’m still waiting. He chuckles to himself and gets the rest of my money from the safe. Once all is accounted for I pack up the case and place it on the floor. I go to the door to lock it, removing my clothes as I return back to him.
I don’t hide my irritation when I tell him never to short change me again. He’s too busy doing a long line to notice. I toss the open kilo to the floor to get his attention, powder flying everywhere. I push him back on the chair mounting him in the process. I press my nails into his shoulders drawing blood. I force his full attention to me grabbing his face. He smiles up at me, giving me all of his attention now, and I can feel it between my legs. I kiss him hard, taking in a deep breath of the remaining powder on his face. I can feel it entering my system, heightening my senses. He gets a better grip on me as we prepare ourselves for a battle of will. First one to the finish line loses.
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