Tuesday, July 6, 2010
PROMPT - In her right hand a woman holds a loaded gun, in her left, a coin that just came up ‘tails’…NOW WRITE…
Salinas tongue glid across her full red lips, its tip tantalisingly tasting the air. Her slanted eyes shot sidewards to the trembling man hanging in the centre of the room. Sunlight streamed in from the open door she had flung open moments ago.
With the fluid grace of an oil slick seeping across tranquil waters, she slithered over to him and pressed her body against his. Lifting her head she slowly breathed in his scent.
“Luck, it would seem, has taken a fancy to you Jerone.”
His arms bound above his head, Jerone smirked humorously.
“I’m delighted you’ve still got your sense of humour. I always liked that about you Jerone.” She traced the handgun down his spine and pressed the muzzle into his kidneys. Breathing heavily into his ear and allowing her tongue to tickle the entrance , “I could just coil my self around you right now.”
“You’ve had your fun, Saline. I said I was sorry. Cut me down. Our deal. Remember?
With her eyes locked to his, Saline raised the gun and shot through the rope securing him to the wooden beam.
“Won’t they hear that? Are you crazy? We need to get out of here.”
Saline threw the gun into the corner of the room and slyly smiled at him. “Shall we say, they won’t be bothering us for a while?”
Jerone twisted his hands to free them from the ropes. “Look Saline, I’m real sorry about how I treated you back then. I was a real snake in the grass. I have missed you. Really.” His eyes darted about the room as he rubbed circulation back into his arms. “I dunno how you found me, but boy am I glad you did. But right now, Toots, we gotta get out of here. I’ve got enough evidence to blow this Herpetology place apart.”
Salina flipped the coin towards him. “Tails, Jerone.” She gracefully lifted her willowy arms above her head and breathed in deeply. Salines golden tan shimmering as sprinkles of sunlight caught her mesmerising slow dance. Her slim hips gyrated causing ripples down her satin gown.
“Tails. I hug you. Hurry up; we gotta get out of here.” Jerone opened his arms to accept her bodys warmth. Salina wrapped her arms around his chest and caressed the nape of his neck. Jerone smiled and stroked the back of her head. “Like old times?”
Neat fangs sprang into her mouth as Salines tongue seemed to disappear.
“What the? You’re a vampire?”
“Oh please, Jerone. Myths and legends. I’m the real deal.” She pushed him away and loosened her evening gown. Her hypnotic gaze halting any thoughts of escape or resistance. “I’m the stuff of nightmares.”
As the satin fell to the floor, Salina began unraveling before him. Her smooth skin, shining and glinting as the fading sunlight caught her tiny scales.
“Heads I shoot you. Very painful. Messy. Tails, I embrace you. Lucky you. You get to see the real me.”
Salinas willowy body elongated until she took her true form. Her tail meandered around his legs, twisting and winding their way up his body. Salines body wove around his torso. Her tongue flickered, teasing the hair around Jerones ears and then she began to embrace him.