| He waited impatiently
to be served at the end of the multi-level bar. Metal
Mickey robotic droids hummed past him. They may be good
for nothing bartenders but they served customers in
strict order of arrival. In his boredom, he glanced up
and saw her. Jodie was
waiting for her friends in the No Contact zone. She
wasn’t expecting to meet her special someone but
when that opportunity appears, a girl has to act on
instinct. He realised he was in her sights and
didn’t seem too pleased.
With heart and eyelashes
fluttering, her little legs took just two bounds to reach
the Mixed Mingling area next to him. He pretended
he’d not noticed. More to himself he muttered,
"what’s a guy got to do to get served around
here."
"You’re right," said
Jodie, "it gets really busy once they make the black
glass ceiling change to transparent. You don’t wanna
see what’s up there. It’s always the tourists
that look up.... I’m Jodie," she smiled her
best smile.
"At last! I’m a desperate
man in need of a large vodka with ice."
The Metal Mickey autoscanned his
I.D. before serving him. Ten credits were debited from
his entertainment account.
Jodie was upset by her new found
trait of invisibility. He paid her scant attention as he
glugged back his drink. Placing the empty glass down
firmly on a coaster, he motioned, "same again."
Jodie’s eyes burnt into him.
Her pointed face became even sharper as she fixed him
with her death look. Anger added to the emotional turmoil
erupting inside her. She positioned herself more closely
to him in a move of blatant confrontation. "You
could have asked me?! That’s so rude."
"Really?" he fixed her
with a stare. It was the first time that he’d fully
looked at her. "I’ve only come in for a quick
drink. I didn’t really....." his words stalled
as her light yet sensuous perfume engulfed him.
"That’s your second. How
many drinks make a quick one?" Her hands moved to
her slim hips. She looked up at him. Victory, anger,
attraction and more than a little lust coursed through
her veins.
"I didn’t mean anything,
Jodie. It’s just that I’ve been cursed. You
want a drink?"
Jodie was paying little attention
as she wracked her brains to think where she had seen him
before. Didn’t he used to be..... she couldn’t
remember. He stood before her. A Metal Mickey hovered.
Nobody spoke.
Jodie was gripped by a sudden panic
- for a moment she felt naked. Jodie’s hands gripped
her jumper, her jacket. "What!!?"
The man smiled. It was a soft,
self-congratulatory smile that made her hate him.
"What will you drink?"
"Bailey’s" she
blurted. She knew then that wanted him. Badly. She must
waste no time in turning on her charms. Soon he’d be
putty in her hands. Not exactly putty, as that was the
last thing she was hoping for.
She accepted her drink and sipped
at it, like a cat who’d got the cream. He drank
deeply. Jodie could see that he wanted to finish all of
it but he stopped short. He exercised control. Setting
the glass down he stared into it, almost willing it to
refill by the power of his mind. Jodie felt she could
hardly breathe. His control, his presence empowered her.
She moved against him - more side saddle than salsa. He
looked into her face and smiled. It was an empty smile.
"Every man here is jealous of me."
Jodie wished she could remember his
name. Bells were ringing but they didn’t chime his
name. He hadn’t said. Perhaps it was a stupid name.
Jodie didn’t care. She wanted sex with this
stranger.
"Sorry," she replied
dreamily. Her stomach was sort of sucking at her insides
as pangs of lust shot through her.
"The more of these I drink,
the more it makes you want me. I don’t mean to - but
my body makes me! It feels like a curse."
"Really? Who would want to do
that to a gorgeous thing like you?"
"I’ve been genetically
enhanced. It seemed good fun at the time but take some
advice Jodie, just be careful what you wish for."
She smiled. Unable to stop herself,
she squashed her small pert breasts against him.
"What’s my wish lover? Can you guess?"
He placed an arm around her
shoulders. The touch of him electrified her tortured
senses. Jodie’s felt as if somewhere inside a light
had snapped on illuminating her quicksilver passion. No
one else had even got close, although they’d been a
few sexy stalwarts who’d taken some trouble to
fumble around in the dark.
Immediately Jodie burst into a
slick sheen of sweat as she teetered on the edge of her
wayward passion. She pushed him away, clutching at the
bar for support. Her MagicColor (TM) nails
glistened silver then burnished gold. They had never done
that before. Her legs twitched as they struggled to hold
her. Her passion almost overflowed, inhibited only by the
fact that they were in a public place. Summoning control
from somewhere, she eventually regained her composure.
Jodie gulped her drink. It was a while before she could
speak. "How did you do that?!"
"I didn’t really do
anything. You did it to yourself."
"I hardly think so!"
"I’m not quite what I
seem. My affliction does that to people." He looked
longingly at his almost empty glass. "When I say
people, I mean girls."
Jodie tested her legs. She seemed
able to stand, to walk. She’d walk right out of the
bar now. With him. "Let’s go!"
"Where?"
"Mine, yours - whatever’s
closer. I want you to do that to me again."
"This is such as shame. I
won’t ever belong to anyone - girls just want me for
what I can do."
"You had any complaints!"
Jodie looked incredulous.
"If you lived a life of
chocolate you’d get bored eventually."
"OK Mine’s closer. Finish
your drink let’s go. Does it work if I stand over
here?" Jodie positioned herself by the door. He
swilled back his final mouthful of vodka then flashed her
a smile.
Jodie grinned. "Sure does. Now
can we go..."
He sauntered over to her.
"I’m still so dry - it’s the
vodka...."
Jodie pulled him into the street
and frog-marched him to her bedroom.
She awoke smiling and fully sated
the next morning. All that remained of him was a hint of
his manly smell on her pillow. She can’t have been
drunk but she found the previous night difficult to
remember. He was tall, dark and hazy. Her body twitched
with the sudden onset of her sobs. Embracing her pillow
she buried her face, holding it to herself as tightly as
she clutched for his now distant memory. Her well of
tears washed away any residual traces.
He grovelled to secure the last tin
of beans. As it was early, the levels of stock in the
small shop had not yet been replenished. He bobbed up as
she brushed against him. "Sorry," he recoiled.
"Hello handsome," she
cooed. Her hand entwined in his. "Haven’t seen
you in here before?"
"I’m just on my way
home." He looked down and tried to side step her.
She did not release his hand. "You’ve been up
all night!?" her face showed mock panic. Her eyes
twinkled with undisguised lust.
"Yeah," he grinned.
It was happening again.
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