She Blew His Mind - Original Short Story By Kirra

[[  Written mostly in maths. :)  ]]

Two shots of straight vodka. No effects. My sharp eyes had already located her. Short and curvy. Brunette. Tight black top. Mmm. In a minute, she had glanced at me three times. The perfect prey - interested and ready. I wanted her. Her pink lipstick and heavy eyeliner told me that tonight she wanted me too.

Slowly, I made my way over to her. I stood behind her, swaying a little to the beat. Her friend laughed at something she said then looked at me suspiciously. She twisted around and looked up at me. Pleasantries were for losers. I was not a loser. I leaned in close and whispered something into her ear. She giggled and battered her eyelashes. I touched her shoulder and felt her shiver.

She let me lead her to the bar. Good, I’ve never liked dominant women.
“Two martinis. Dry.” I ordered. I looked at my companion. “Olive?”
She licked her and lips and said huskily “Yes please.”
I turned back to her and stared into her eyes. I knew the intensity was a turn-on and she looked down at her hands, smiling a little. I sipped my drink, still staring.
“I don’t even know your name,” she said, still not looking up.
“Does that matter?” I pushed the drink towards her. My voice conveyed my purpose.
She gulped down her martini and hiccupped. Good girl, I thought. She looked up at me hungrily.
“Let’s dance.” I said.

For half an hour we swayed, bumped and grinded. She was so drunk, she let me feel her up. Surprisingly, I was having fun. I constantly reminded myself of my ultimate goal. I had to stay focused.
“I’m getting hot,” she whined.
“I’ve been hot this entire time,” I winked. “Let’s get out of here.”
She knew exactly what I meant. “I only live two blocks away.”
“I’ll drive you there.”

I supported her as she stumbled to my car.
“Wow is that your car?”
I proudly patted my Porsche and nodded.
“No spewing,” I warned as I helped her into the passenger seat. We zoomed off.

Before we had even reached her front door, she shoved her tongue into my mouth. I kissed back. I pushed her up against the door and she groaned a little while fumbling for the key. Finally, the lock clicked, and we stumbled into the entry hall. The passion increased.
“I can blow your mind,” I whispered into her ear.
Boldly, she led me to the bedroom. Good, the fun and games of coffee bore me.
She pointed to the bed and said she would be right back. I assumed she wanted to change into something a little more sensuous. While she was gone, I pulled out the tiny silver killer from my coat pocket. I stroked its lovely curves.

Before I knew it, she was back and she hadn’t dressed up. She was pointing a silver gun right at my face.
“I can blow your mind too.”
The last thing I heard was the shot.

Damn, I should have picked up her friend.