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Saturday, 18 July 2015

Short Story - The Deal

He clung tightly to the edge of the alley, carefully scanning the street before him. He'd been waiting here for hours; he pulled his battered coat closer around his body and shivered. The relentless sound of rain pit-pattering against his hat was enough to drive him crazy.

Pit-pat – pit-pat – pit-pat

He looked down and checked the time on his phone, causing a steam of rain to run from the brim of is hat, splashing dirt along the hem of his coat. Drat!

Pit-pat – pit-pat – pit-pat

He usually liked the rain; it had a magical way of making the whole city shine at night. That magic had started to wear pretty thin now. This was stupid, she wasn't going to show. Dumb internet site. He'd been foolish to even think…

The low rumble of a motorbike engine cut into his thoughts as the light from the headlamp sliced into the alley, coming to rest near the chain link fence. At last, she was here. He watched as she stopped the engine and pulled the bike back onto its kick stand. She removed her helmet, her blonde hair shone like sunshine as it spilled across her black leather clad shoulders.

Leather. Hmm, leather. His brain purred. Keep it together! He mentally slapped himself. Her wet leathers sparkled in the scattered street light, illuminating her backside beautifully. He smiled broadly as he watched it slide deliciously from the bike. N-i-i-ice. He snapped back to reality, suddenly aware that she was watching him watching. He looked up to her face and smiled again. She didn't return it.
"You got what I came for?" She asked, casually flicking her dampening hair behind her shoulder. He smiled again.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours." He smirked at his own wit. He was so funny.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes at him before beginning to pull down the zipper on her tight leather jacket, leather, exposing sweet milky skin as it went. His heart sank as the zipper stopped a few inches above anywhere interesting. It skipped again when she ungloved her hand and slipped it into the front of her jacket. He licked his lips hungrily as she paused for a few seconds. Eventually she removed her hand, bringing with it a small carefully wrapped and banded package. She held it up for him to see, "now you." She nodded her head, gesturing towards him.

Grinning, he thrust his hand deep into his coat pocket and retrieved a similar looking package, "How do you want to do this?"
"Slow, together."

His eyes twinkled as he held out his package. She did the same. Slowly they walked forwards until they were in arms reach of each other. He reached out and carefully grasped the package she offered. She did the same. They locked eyes for a few moments before each released their package. "Pleasure doing business with you," He drawled, watching as she mounted the bike, her gorgeous thighs straddling the seat, "Will I ever see you again?"
"No." She answered dryly, replacing her helmet. She revved the engine a few times before speeding out of the alley, tires screaming as she went.

He stood in the alley and beamed out into the night. After a while he looked down at the package in his hands, gently caressing the corner with the pad of his thumb. He ripped back the brown paper before lifting the package to his nose. He breathed the heady scent in deeply. Ahhh. Pokemon cards. Gotta catch 'em all.

Pit-pat – pit-pat – pit-pat.

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