The killing

She's got fish eyes this one. Perfect, delightfully curved and analytical. Fish eyes. That what they are. Looking into them he is reminded of all the times he was hiding from himself, the world and life. He thinks, it was a gaze as direct as this that kept him behind the curtains. She hopes to God he can't read her mind. If he did he'd probably roll around the restaurant floor and laugh his diaphragms off!!! She wanted to stand under a neem tree, eat ice gola's and talk life, love and philosophy. She wanted to stop people from looking at her like they owned her very soul, she wanted him to stare all those lecherous fools down, she wanted to walk out of this restaurant without a proposition ringing in her ear. She wanted for once in her life to not be reminded of her means to her daily bread.

She could go on wanting, but reality caught up rather nastily. An old client of hers walked up to her, dropped a wad of cash and said "8:30 tonight, the usual place; this time I booked us a penthouse suite." The tears welled up involuntarily and the man sitting in front of her changed from knight in shining armour to a morally upright member of society. This time she didn't bother to hide the contempt. He was here because she wanted him from the time he set foot in that house. He had come there to meet Meetha. She staged an accidental encounter at the mall yesterday and here they were, coffee and conversation. Just like the hoarding at this "joint" promised. Except this conversation was becoming more of a farce by the minute.

He got up to leave, and she couldn't wait to see him again, she knew he'd be dropping in to see Meetha again tonight, she was going to switch with her. She knew penthouse man wouldn't worry, he just needed the service. That bloodthirst she had kept at bay for so many years was back. The last time it was her father, the orgasm from that had yet to find its equal, tonight with this man she was determined to make it unforgettable. There was no better way to kill a man than to ride him and slice his neck as he came...

P.S: I have no idea where the hell this came from. Shyte!!!