An Encounter
April 29th 2010 17:37
Occam decided that he needed to find something to do while Cordelia and William were busy. He looked up and puckered his lips in a clearly thoughtful gesture. It was decided, he would go and get himself a bite to eat. Ten minutes later he found himself standing outside of the Bosendorfer lounge. Again he people watched, taking in the scents and smells of the people celebrating the weekend.
Sitting on a bench, he noticed a group of young women leaving the lounge. He thought to himself for a moment, wondering how each of them tasted. There were three of them; one was tall with platinum blonde hair and a short skirt revealing golden tanned legs. Another was a short, athletic looking blonde who resembled a soft ball player. Slightly mannish, she wore a scowl that seemed to eerily enhance her appearance rather than diminish it. She was wearing a pair of tight blue jeans and a long-sleeved shirt that buttoned down in front. Around her neck was a loose fitting tie. A third woman was a petite brunette wearing a long black skirt with high heels and a pink top with thin straps. She had her hair pinned up to reveal a long, delicate neck. Occam noticed that her hair was streaked white in the front. In one small hand was a designer handbag made by Chanel. In the other was a cell phone that chirped. She held it up to her ear and began talking into it absently. Her gaze settled upon Occam and she began to smile. Her smile revealed small white teeth like a child’s. He smiled back at her and she blushed.
In another lifetime he would have introduced himself to her. His charms would have a profound effect on her and soon she would be walking alone with him. They might walk around a corner into an alley. There he would kiss her and talk sweetly to her. She would start to like him and ask if he wanted to escort her to her car. Her car would be parked on a street with poor lighting and he would have his way with her. In another situation they might take a walk through a park where they would be able to enjoy each other’s company in relative privacy. He would hold her hand as they strolled. She would find him funny and handsome. They would sit down on a park bench and begin to kiss. Things of course, would go downhill quickly for her.
In this lifetime however, he resisted this perfect specimen and allowed the group of women to carry on their way. He made a vow to himself and to his Countess that he would only dispose of those who were pariahs or vagrants. He sighed. Clearly this young lady was no pariah and certainly no vagrant. He watched the group walk past and noticed in her expression a hint of disappointment. He stood up and walked in the opposite direction from them. He made his way down the long boulevard, tasting the air and the smell of hormones. He loved doing this. He was slightly masochistic and knew that it might distract him but he didn’t care. This was one of the few innocent activities that he still enjoyed.
“I guess it builds up an appetite,” He thought.
A gentle breeze began to pick up and he stopped where he was to feel the humid night kiss his skin. He was feeling good, really good. He closed his eyes and tilted his head towards the sky. Slowly, slowly he opened his eyes again. The clouds were racing each other across the dark sky, one determined to beat the other to the lunar finish line. Tonight the moon was waxing, opening the ancient yellow eye to stare at its earthly lover.
He heard the rhythmic click-clack-click-clack of heels approaching. He lowered his head to see a woman in a pale skirt and tube top walking in his direction. He inwardly smiled.
“Hello handsome,” she said.
“Care to walk me to the store over there?”
She pointed in the direction of a brightly lit convenience store with a big green, orange, and white sign with the numbers “7-11” on it.
“I’m meeting a friend of mine in an hour, would you like to keep me company?”
“Sure, I’m always willing to help out a beautiful woman in need.”
He smiled at her.
The woman winked at him and grabbed his hand.
They walked a few steps toward the store then stopped. She turned to look at him.
“Maybe we can do something to pass a little time.”
She winked at him again.
He decided to play innocent with her.
“What would you like to do,” He asked.
She looked him up and down, lingering over his crotch.
“I’m sure we can figure something out.”
“I’ve never done this before, how do I know you aren’t the police or something?”
“Would the police do this?”
She let go of his hand and pulled down her tube top to reveal her breasts.
He made an exaggerated thoughtful gesture.
“Probably not, but I’m not entirely sure. They might do all kinds of things to catch people.”
She laughed and grabbed his hand, putting it on her breast.
“I’ve never met any cop who wanted to arrest a John that badly.”
He considered this and nodded.
“OK, where to my lady,” he said.
“Just down here, I have a room I’m staying in across the street.”
She walked in front of him, strutting and swishing about. At one point she grabbed her skirt and lifted it to show him her ass. He noticed she wasn’t wearing any underwear. He rolled his eyes.
“She wants to be killed doesn’t she,” He thought.
“Fine by me, who am I to deny the lady what she wants.”
They walked to a rundown motel where she was staying. She reached into her purse and pulled out a silver room key. She opened the door of the room and they both walked in. Inside, the room was small and smelled musty. Occam looked down and saw a discolored patch of carpet under his feet. He could smell blood in the room. Judging from the place, he guessed some wino had died in here violently.
“Is your friend like you,” He asked her.
She smiled and said, “Like me how?”
“So… accommodating.”
“Yes, she’s VERY accommodating. She lets people inside all the time.”
“So you share this room with her?”
“That wasn’t what I meant.”
She laughed loudly.
“Maybe we can have her join us then.”
“Sure, that might be fun.”
“Indeed it would be.”
Now it was Occam’s turn to laugh loudly.
Sitting on a bench, he noticed a group of young women leaving the lounge. He thought to himself for a moment, wondering how each of them tasted. There were three of them; one was tall with platinum blonde hair and a short skirt revealing golden tanned legs. Another was a short, athletic looking blonde who resembled a soft ball player. Slightly mannish, she wore a scowl that seemed to eerily enhance her appearance rather than diminish it. She was wearing a pair of tight blue jeans and a long-sleeved shirt that buttoned down in front. Around her neck was a loose fitting tie. A third woman was a petite brunette wearing a long black skirt with high heels and a pink top with thin straps. She had her hair pinned up to reveal a long, delicate neck. Occam noticed that her hair was streaked white in the front. In one small hand was a designer handbag made by Chanel. In the other was a cell phone that chirped. She held it up to her ear and began talking into it absently. Her gaze settled upon Occam and she began to smile. Her smile revealed small white teeth like a child’s. He smiled back at her and she blushed.
In another lifetime he would have introduced himself to her. His charms would have a profound effect on her and soon she would be walking alone with him. They might walk around a corner into an alley. There he would kiss her and talk sweetly to her. She would start to like him and ask if he wanted to escort her to her car. Her car would be parked on a street with poor lighting and he would have his way with her. In another situation they might take a walk through a park where they would be able to enjoy each other’s company in relative privacy. He would hold her hand as they strolled. She would find him funny and handsome. They would sit down on a park bench and begin to kiss. Things of course, would go downhill quickly for her.
In this lifetime however, he resisted this perfect specimen and allowed the group of women to carry on their way. He made a vow to himself and to his Countess that he would only dispose of those who were pariahs or vagrants. He sighed. Clearly this young lady was no pariah and certainly no vagrant. He watched the group walk past and noticed in her expression a hint of disappointment. He stood up and walked in the opposite direction from them. He made his way down the long boulevard, tasting the air and the smell of hormones. He loved doing this. He was slightly masochistic and knew that it might distract him but he didn’t care. This was one of the few innocent activities that he still enjoyed.
“I guess it builds up an appetite,” He thought.
A gentle breeze began to pick up and he stopped where he was to feel the humid night kiss his skin. He was feeling good, really good. He closed his eyes and tilted his head towards the sky. Slowly, slowly he opened his eyes again. The clouds were racing each other across the dark sky, one determined to beat the other to the lunar finish line. Tonight the moon was waxing, opening the ancient yellow eye to stare at its earthly lover.
He heard the rhythmic click-clack-click-clack of heels approaching. He lowered his head to see a woman in a pale skirt and tube top walking in his direction. He inwardly smiled.
“Hello handsome,” she said.
“Care to walk me to the store over there?”
She pointed in the direction of a brightly lit convenience store with a big green, orange, and white sign with the numbers “7-11” on it.
“I’m meeting a friend of mine in an hour, would you like to keep me company?”
“Sure, I’m always willing to help out a beautiful woman in need.”
He smiled at her.
The woman winked at him and grabbed his hand.
They walked a few steps toward the store then stopped. She turned to look at him.
“Maybe we can do something to pass a little time.”
She winked at him again.
He decided to play innocent with her.
“What would you like to do,” He asked.
She looked him up and down, lingering over his crotch.
“I’m sure we can figure something out.”
“I’ve never done this before, how do I know you aren’t the police or something?”
“Would the police do this?”
She let go of his hand and pulled down her tube top to reveal her breasts.
He made an exaggerated thoughtful gesture.
“Probably not, but I’m not entirely sure. They might do all kinds of things to catch people.”
She laughed and grabbed his hand, putting it on her breast.
“I’ve never met any cop who wanted to arrest a John that badly.”
He considered this and nodded.
“OK, where to my lady,” he said.
“Just down here, I have a room I’m staying in across the street.”
She walked in front of him, strutting and swishing about. At one point she grabbed her skirt and lifted it to show him her ass. He noticed she wasn’t wearing any underwear. He rolled his eyes.
“She wants to be killed doesn’t she,” He thought.
“Fine by me, who am I to deny the lady what she wants.”
They walked to a rundown motel where she was staying. She reached into her purse and pulled out a silver room key. She opened the door of the room and they both walked in. Inside, the room was small and smelled musty. Occam looked down and saw a discolored patch of carpet under his feet. He could smell blood in the room. Judging from the place, he guessed some wino had died in here violently.
“Is your friend like you,” He asked her.
She smiled and said, “Like me how?”
“So… accommodating.”
“Yes, she’s VERY accommodating. She lets people inside all the time.”
“So you share this room with her?”
“That wasn’t what I meant.”
She laughed loudly.
“Maybe we can have her join us then.”
“Sure, that might be fun.”
“Indeed it would be.”
Now it was Occam’s turn to laugh loudly.
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