Sugar High Muses, Part 4

Why do we let her do this?

Because she’s got the body?

The young man looked very unkempt. Even though he slept quietly, his long messy hair, the faint shadow on his chin, and the gauntness of his body seemed to indicate that he was not well. He was clean, she would grant him that, but she did not really need him to be awake for what she was going to do to him. She examined him from the door, noting his sprawl over the dark cushions on the platform, the neatness of his surroundings and his apparent solitariness.

With a quite hum she slipped into the room, taking care to close it but not lock it. For a moment, the loud sounds of a raunchy nightclub came into the room, only to be silenced by the click of the closed door. Anyone peeking in would have seen just a young girl bending over a man; either to be pleasured, or to pleasure him. She looked rather enticing from the back; a short black leather miniskirt with a matching jacket over a white blouse, knee-length boots and short biker-type gloves completed the ensemble. She exuded this raw sensuality of a young girl trying to be a woman; appealing to those with protective instincts.

The redhead with green eyes smiled to herself. The noise did not provoke even a stir from the man, so she was quite certain that he was asleep. His reputation seemed undeserved as she kissed him on the forehead tenderly. The only reaction she received was a sigh of contentment. Opening her shirt, she took out a thin piano wire hidden in her white lacy bra. Looping it carefully around one of her palms, she stretched it taut. She was certain that no one would hear him scream, even if he woke up. The movies were wrong; people could never hear any other noise but the music in a nightclub. (The mun would like to point out that corrections are welcome if there are any- Sukina.)

Slowly and carefully, she slipped it around his neck, looping it once, her other hand grasping the free end. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and began to pull, expecting to meet resistance as she did.

She met nothing.

Instead, the force of her pull was such that she fell backwards. Opening her eyes, she found herself staring at nothing. Alarm building in her, she got up when her senses her alerted her.

Someone lunged at her from the back. With a graceful leap, she somersaulted over him, her eyes going to the exit. He stood between her and freedom. As she landed, she forced her body into the half-relaxed, half-tensed stance of a fighter. She could not be captured, not here!

“You’d think that the Alin’sa would have hired better assassins,

1 Response

  1. Sol December 27, 2005 / 3:13 AM

    Never thought of it that way..

    A young girl would use the protective instincts of a man to seduce him. Scary. ;)

    Back to the story..would waiters trained as guards add or detract from the suspended disbelief?

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