“My apologies. I’m a rude old woman and I don’t have much time left. Not enough to play social games anyway. So for your information, you were whining about being broke and getting fired and dumped loud enough for them to hear you down at the Mall of America.” She gave me a once-over and I finally saw her blink. Except now she looked like I wasn’t worth her time.
I opened my mouth to snarl something back at her and what came out was “Yeah, so what? Not like it’s any of your business. Whyncha’ just leave me alone to get drunk in peace?” I turned to walk away and she grabbed my arm. Not tight, but just enough to slow me down from storming off.
When I stopped, she let go. “It’s about her. That’s why it’s my business.” She nodded over at a table in the corner. “Normally, I could care less. But now…well, you look a bit like me when I was younger, back before I got sick. I think that might make her happy. And that’s all that matters to me right now.” I followed her nod over to the table.
There were three old dykes sitting around it drinking their beers and trading war stories. I ignored them. But the fourth one, she made my heart stop. I used to think that was pure b.s. but man, was I wrong. She had blonde hair and blue eyes, standard Nordic goddess for these parts. Except that she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. She smiled and the rest of the room went away, even though she wasn’t smiling at me. No, that smile was being thrown away on the scary old junkie standing next to me. There is no justice in this world.
The scary junkie smiled back and I started to change my opinion. Maybe she wasn’t hopped up after all. Sometimes they kept the stare up for years after they went clean. Whatever. Not my problem. For a minute, I considered making a play for the blonde, the notion sending a hot wave up my thighs.
“So I take it you’re interested?” Those weird blue eyes were fixed on me again. “It’s a worth a couple of hundred if you’re in.”
“Wha—say, what is your deal? You looking for a third or something?” For a moment, I seriously considered it. Beauty and the Beast. Yeah, that’d be one to share with my buddies, probably worth a couple of beers. I imagined the blonde minus that bulky sweater, her sweet curves under my expert hands. I started getting wet, forgetting for the moment that there’d be a third party participating. The crazy woman inched closer and my little fantasy went up in smoke. No way. Not even for the goddess.
“Not what you’ve got in mind?” She gave me a wicked smile, one that made me madder and hotter all at the same time.
“I can handle anything you can dish out.” I growled the words, wishing a moment later that I hadn’t. This one could be into just about anything. But it was too late now and I was too down and out to take it back.
“Good. Let’s go before you chicken out.” And she turned and walked away, not bothering to look back to see if I was following her.
I wasn’t. I leaned against the bar and watched her walk over to the blonde, saw the blonde smile up at her again, and winced. Then the blonde looked at me and I had to catch my breath. She didn’t look too thrilled as far as I could tell. But maybe she frowned like that every time her crazy girlfriend picked up a third. I pulled myself together and gave her my best cool smile, the one that says I’m every girl’s dream, especially at bar closing time.
The maniac with her waved me over and I sauntered across the room, my eyes never leaving the blonde’s. “Hi. I’m—”
But the nut job cut me off. “We don’t need to know your name. And you don’t need to know ours. It’s not important for what I’ve got in mind.”
I glared at her but she wasn’t paying attention. Instead the blonde shrugged, then got up to help the other one into her jacket. From the way she was looking at the old bat, it was obvious they’d been together for a while. Why?! a little voice wailed in the back of my head. I told it to shut up and followed them out, ignoring the whispers behind me. Maybe they did this every week. Who knew?
The other two led the way to a small SUV in the parking lot. I think it was green but I couldn’t be sure. I didn’t bother to get the plates either, stupid me, not that I cared until later. Then we were off, headed across town. Crazy woman cut me off every time I tried to talk so after a few tries, I just sat in the back and looked at the blonde’s profile. You could tell she had her doubts about whatever her partner had planned but she was going along with it anyway.
For the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why. The other one just seemed like a nut to me, and a sick nut to boot. I wondered what was wrong with her and guessed the Big C, just because. Not like I could ask anyway. Then I tried to picture myself in bed with them. That helped, for some weird reason. At least it helped when I saw myself going down on the goddess and burying my face in her sweet pussy.
I could almost feel her start to come when we got to Loring Park. Then Crazy Eyes slowed down like she was going to stop. Then it hit me: she was figuring on some kind of outdoor scene. I started to panic. A couple of hundred bucks wouldn’t help me if I died from exposure. The SUV followed the curve around the park while I looked for a way to turn down whatever they had planned. By the time I’d gotten to “Thanks, but no thanks,” she’d crossed the street and parked up past the Walker and the sculpture garden.
“So…we’re headed back to your place, right? Wherever that is?”
They ignored me in favor of their own conversation. “You sure you want to go through with this?” the blonde asked.
“Long as you’re okay with it, love. You know I’ve wanted to bring you back here to do this for a long time. This looks like it’s as close as we’re going to get.” Then they stared at each other forever and smooched like I wasn’t there.
“Ummm…hello? When do I get a piece of the action?” I was getting tired of being ignored and pissed off was better than nothing.
Blondie broke off the kiss and turned around at that. She reached out and pulled me forward so my face was right in front of hers. She stared at me for so long I lost some feeling in my toes. Then she kissed me. Hard. My lips opened under her tongue and I kissed her back with everything I had. Didn’t even hear the other one get out of the truck.
When we stopped for air, I had to ask, “So where’d she go?”
“She had something to take care of. Don’t worry about it.” The goddess was a woman of few words, just the way I like them. I smiled as she kissed me again. The touch of her lips was sending a hot wave of pure lust through everything from my rib cage on down. I wondered if she was getting half as wet as I was and if I could stick my hand between her legs to find out.
Crazy Eyes came back right about then. “We’re all set. You ready?” This was to her girlfriend of course; guess I always looked ready or something.
“You sure?” the goddess asked, like she already knew the answer to that question.
Crazy Eyes jerked her head in a nod, then pulled my door open. “Let’s go.” I got out, moving kinda slow like I thought I could delay whatever they had in mind. But I was aching for the blonde, all hot and empty, and I knew I wouldn’t say no to anything that wasn’t really scary. The goddess grabbed my arm and started towing me back down the hill toward the museum and the sculpture garden.
We went down the hill past the condos and mansions and our breath was a frozen white cloud around us, which probably meant I was panting. Downtown was crystal clear in the frigid air, all the little lights on the skyscrapers twinkling their hearts out. The snow cover was just right, fresh and white and sparkling in front of us as we got to the greenhouse with its big glass fish.
They’d found a way into the greenhouse after hours? That must be it. Well, I figured that’d be okay, or warm at least. But the goddess kept going, pulling me along in her wake. What the hell did she have in mind? Lights went off all over the snow as we hit the motion detectors’ sensors and I blinked at the statues and stuff. I hoped to hell the place wasn’t alarmed too or we’d be meeting Minneapolis’s finest pretty soon.
I was making noises about hotels and the SUV and comm
on sense when I looked up and realized what she was headed for. Oh shit. The sculpture of the big-ass metal spoon with the cherry on top. Probably the only thing the rest of the country recognized about Minneapolis and we were just going to wander up and do what? Take nekkid pictures in front of it until my tits dropped off from the cold?
“Spoonbridge and Cherry,” the goddess murmured, like saying the thing’s name out loud made the whole thing make more sense.
I was still sputtering when I noticed Crazy Eyes walking over to sit down on one of the benches. She was holding herself like she was in pain or something. The goddess let go of me and started over to her but stopped when she shook her head. I decided the time had come to take off, gorgeous woman or no gorgeous woman. But the goddess turned out to be in better shape than me and I went down on my face in the snow when she tackled me.
Nothing like a snoot full of snow to get a girl in the mood. I twisted around so I was faceup and tried to flip the blonde over. She locked her legs around one of mine and moved to pin my arms down. I twisted my hand loose and grabbed one of her arms and that was about the time I noticed that her perfect face was an inch away from mine. Her lips were set in a line and she was frowning so I kissed her.
This time, I took her by surprise and was able to flip her onto her back in the snow. She opened her legs and wrapped them around my waist so I decided to stay put for a few minutes. Her lips were icy on mine but it was warm, not hot, inside her mouth. Her tongue shoved its way past my teeth and I sucked on it, wrestling it with mine.
Once I was distracted, she raised her hips up and twisted out from under me. Next thing I knew, she had me by the collar and was dragging me through the snow toward that damned sculpture. I grabbed some snow, then some frozen grass under it but I only managed to get my gloveless hands wet and cold. I had a fuzzy memory of there being water under the spoon, that being what made it a “bridge,” but it was my lucky night and Hell had frozen over.
I slipped and slid along behind her until we got right up to the stupid thing, but no lights or alarms went off. I finally realized that they had a buddy in the Walker, which meant someone else was watching our little production. I wasn’t sure if I felt better or worse about that. The blonde snapped snow-covered fingers in front of my nose. “Hey, wake up. Remember me? Climb on up here, tiger and show me what you’ve got. We have a show to put on.”
I stared at her as she climbed up into the spoon just below the cherry. She stared back at me, her expression shifting from Norse love goddess to Valkyrie. I followed her up into the thing, shivering the whole time. Nothing says fun like balancing in a giant metal spoon in the middle of a Minnesota winter. The blonde took a deep breath and grabbed my hand. Then she shoved it up under her coat and sweater, up to where the nipples of her big soft breasts were trying to turn themselves to stone under my frozen fingers.
That did it. I pulled her close, my tongue wrapped in hers and my hands getting warmer by the second. I imagined what she looked like without eighteen layers of clothes, maybe in a nice soft bed. Indoors. But I needed to work with what I had. I broke away from the kiss and dropped to my knees in front of her so I could suck on her hard little nipples.
The goddess moaned deep in her throat, possibly from impending frostbite, and I slipped a hand between her legs and started rubbing through her pants and all. I decided not to think about the woman on the bench and whoever else was watching through the security cameras. Or maybe I just decided it was hotter this way, playing to an audience. I tongued one icy nipple against my teeth and she yanked my hat off and buried her fingers in my hair.
I could feel the crotch of my jeans getting damper but I couldn’t spare a hand to get between my own legs, not with the way the goddess was gasping for air now. Instead, I concentrated on standing up and getting my thigh between hers. I started unsnapping her pants as I kissed her, licking my way over her ear and neck. She bit me then, sinking her teeth into my earlobe until I yelped. Her icy fingers were under my jacket and sweater now, working their way up. I was mumbling some bs about how hot she was as I got my own hand down into her hot moist fur and her soaking wet slit.
She sucked my earlobe harder and groaned into my ear, almost a growl. I shoved my leg against her, driving a couple of my fingers into her pussy. She got even wetter and I kept going, setting up a rhythm that was getting both of us warmed up more by the second. I could tell she was getting close from the way she was breathing and it made me grin.
From the corner of my eye, I saw her girlfriend make some movement that looked like she was getting happy in her own pants. Always good to know your work is appreciated. I bared my teeth and bit the goddess’s neck, working on one of those huge high school type hickeys that no turtleneck will ever completely cover up. Normally I’m classier than that but I wanted to mark her, make her mine even for a little while.
Her pussy walls closed on my fingers then and she wailed into the frozen air, legs shaking around mine as she came.
She grabbed my face and kissed me again, eyes closed, and I guessed that she was imagining being there with the girlfriend. To hell with that. I shoved her hand down my pants, startling her enough that her eyes shot open. If she was hot before, she was smoking now: big blue eyes all cloudy from sex, white teeth chewing on pink lips. She found my clit so fast I thought it must be about three feet long by now, then she flipped me around so I was in the spoon.
Her hand forced my legs apart so she could get just about all her fingers inside me. I was plenty warm enough now, even when she yanked up my sweater and bit my tit. Then she pulled some snow from the cherry and rubbed it into my nipple. She warmed my nipple back up with her mouth, then she did it again until I thought I’d pass out from being roasting hot then freezing cold.
All the while her fingers were rubbing and pinching my clit until I couldn’t take it anymore. I came hard, with only her hand inside me still holding me up, I was shaking so much. Some lights flickered on in one of the condos nearby and I realized I’d been making a hell of a lot of noise.
That was when Crazy Eyes showed up next to us, making me jump. “Time to go,” she growled. The goddess didn’t argue, just zipped up her pants and tapped me on the cheek and jumped down. Her girlfriend stuffed a couple of bills in my pocket and the next thing I knew, I was standing around freezing my ass off watching them walk away. I zipped up my pants and pulled my shirt down, shivering now from being completely frozen. I followed them out but when I got to the street, they were nowhere to be seen and there was a cab idling in front of the museum.
I looked around, hoping for one last glimpse, but my bad luck still held. Figuring the cab was for me, I hopped in and headed back to Kelly’s. Everything was all sticky and achy and even the crinkle of new bills in my pocket didn’t make it all better. I wanted the goddess for my very own and it wasn’t going to happen and that depressed the hell out of me. Even getting a job a few days later didn’t help that much, at least not at first. The blonde was the only thing I saw when I closed my eyes. Plus I couldn’t figure out whether it was hotter that I got paid for the best sex I’ve ever had, or not.
But eventually I stopped looking for them in the local dives and got myself a new girlfriend: blonde hair, blue eyes, standard Nordic goddess for these parts. Maybe someday soon, I’ll take her by the sculpture garden and see how she likes art.
THE WAITING IS THE HARDEST PART
Chandra S. Clark
I wonder what you are thinking as you wander home, walking the blocks from the train station to your apartment. Do you hum to yourself the song in your headphones? Do you stop at the corner store for milk? You do sometimes, I’ve seen you. Only milk or beer and the rest of your groceries you buy elsewhere, usually Trader Joe’s or Jewel, only four bags or so at a time. Practical single girl. Never more than you can carry. Never more than you can use. Are you thinking about what you’ll have for dinner? Whether you’ve enough goods to make something, whether you’re too tired to bother and will just order in in
stead? Do you know what you want, what you have a taste for?
I do. And I’m waiting here, in the dark of your room.
You won’t see me. You’ll come through the door, turn on the living room light, hang your jacket in the hall, then make your way into the bedroom by the dim glow of the streetlamp. You’ll start to take off your shoes, leave your jewelry on the dresser. Like you always do. But not tonight.
Tonight I am waiting for you, between the head of your bed and the closet door, where the shadow falls deepest, a knot of twisted cloth in my hands.
I hear your keys jingle in the lock, the soft sound of fabric being removed. The click of the light switch and your heels, your quiet singing. I know the melody but can’t quite catch the tune. The fabric is growing damp in my hands. I can feel the sweat making its way slowly down my ribs, catching in the waistband of my jeans. Every muscle taut. Waiting. It seems I’ve been waiting all my life, just for this. Just for you.
The sound of your footsteps grows louder, then quiet as you reach the edge of the living room, moving toward me.
One earring is off and the other almost in your hand, one foot is bare and as you balance on your left I am upon you, swift and silent in the carpeted hush of your bedroom. The torn sheet is between your teeth in an instant and I use it like a handle, use your imbalance to yank you backward and almost into me, dragging you to the bed. I push you, facedown, pin your arms behind you with my knees and tie the sheet tight into your mouth. You’re screaming. I can hear it, muffled beneath the cotton, but no one else would. No one else can. My knees are on top of your back as you thrash and kick at me without effect, trying to roll over, fighting for leverage. It’s not easy to hold you down. The click of the knife near your ear stops you, that and my whisper after—just behave and I won’t have to hurt you—and it’s then you know it’s me.
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