He walked in the bar.
She was already sitting, alone.
He approached.
She smiled.
He offered drinks.
She gladly accepted.
He commented on her honey-coated
complexion, short black hair, the Japanese Cherry Blossom perfume
clinging seductively from her, playing with his senses.
She liked his dark skin, scruffy chin
hair, his rugged build, the gold hue in his green eyes when the bar
lights hit them just right.
They talked and laughed and danced.
He stole a kiss.
She stole one back.
They continued to steal kisses even as
they left the bar and stole kisses down the street to her hotel room.
They ripped each others clothes off and
started fucking like animals. Raw and natural, fun and nasty.
She flipped him on the bottom and rode
him.
He loved it.
She pulled a knife from under the
pillow and put it to his throat.
Now he's hating it.
“Well fuck, never expected to have my
night end like this.”
“Well sugar, it's all business. Part
of the job, actually.”
“The job, huh? I'm guessing hunter,
maybe.”
“You guess right. Nice dick, by the
way.”
“You're still on it.” He grinds on her from the bottom.
She bites her bottom lips, not letting go of the knife. “I know. Feels good. Thought I'd give
you a good fuck before you take a perma nap.”
“Fuck me to sleep, that's a new one”
he chuckles. “How about one more round, then we'll see where it
goes from there.”
She smiles, still holding the knife to
his neck. The hunter starts to grind on him again.
Minutes later,
they're fucking like animals, raw and natural. Thirty minutes later,
the wolf flips her on bottom, thrusting and growling like the wolf he
is.
The hunter throws the knife to the
ground. He stops and looks curiously. She slaps the shit out of him.
“You asshole.” She kisses him and
the fun continues.
*
An hour has past, and the
hunter still hasn't killed the wolf. She's sliced his ass up pretty
good with her knife, and he's clawed her up nicely. Both are
bleeding, both are smiling.
“Ready to give up?”
“Ready to die?”
“Better have tried, baby.
Pussy was good, though. If yours came in a can...?
She kicks him in the face.
“Ohhh you fucken ass! My pussy's too good for a goddamn can!”
He slaps her hard. “Bitch
please! That's straight up can status!”
She tackles him into the
already wrecked furniture. He's laughing and having a good time while
she's getting pissed. She starts wailing on his face, and he still
laughs. After a minute of hitting...
“Know what?”
“Who fucking cares!”
“You should. Here's your
knife.”
He stabs the knife deep in
her leg, the hunter screaming in pain. He throws her off, and grabs
his clothes, still laughing. He winks at her as he dresses.
“That eye is mine the next
time I see you, asshole.”
“See you around, sweets.”
He exits out the door, leaving her beaten and alone in miserable
thoughts.
I got too into it,
she sighs in her head. That bod, those moves. Fuck, I always do
this.
She
crawls to her bag, grabs her cellphone, makes a call, and tosses the
cell on the floor. The pain's getting worse, but the others will take
care of it. They always do.
Minutes
later a fellow hunter arrives, but he's holding something behind him.
“Hey”,
saying through clinched teeth.
“Hey
yourself. Thinks this belongs to you.” He tosses the head of her
wolf at her feet. She looks a the head, silently.
“Go
ahead and say it.”
“Bitch
you fucked up. Again. Gettin' tired of cleanin' up your shit.” He
kneels down by her wounded leg, roughly extracts the knife, and
placing both hands on the wound, he silently says a prayer in
Spanish. The wound starts healing, but she still feels like a fuck
up.
“Thank
you. Owing you is becoming a habit.”
“You
always know how you can repay me.” He half smiles.
She
looks at him then at the bed.
She
smiles.
