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|Sylvia (A tragedy) (standard:drama, 1103 words)|
|Author: Michael Lance Kersting||Added: May 15 2009||Views/Reads: 2048/0||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|Sometimes the mind can reach a breaking point.|
It was Saturday night and the popular night club on Main Street, Georgetown was crowded with revellers having a swell time. The place was thick with smoke. A cacophony of chat and loud laughter filled the air. “Combo Seven” a popular string band was in session playing “Peace pipe”, a current hit by the “Shadows” a British pop group. She was young,hip and beautiful with a fine- boned body and smooth, brown skin. Her full sensual lips were painted red to match her red dress that clung to her body revealing her beautiful figure . As she listened to the music her mind turned to her child staying at a kind neighbour's home in nearby Tiger Bay, a tear trickled down the corner of her eye . She hated this job of renting her body , but she had to live and with her little schooling and a baby as well ,she had no choice but to do this despicable thing to survive in this dreadful ghetto she called home . At the bar ,she sipped her drink slowly from a long ,slim glass as she waited for her first client to arrive. Inevitably, they did , one after another, through the night ,lustful men venting their lust and frustrations into her young fresh body. Afterwards, she always felt dirty, cheated, degraded ,every moral fibre in her screamed out against it ,but the forces of survival were too powerful to resist ,so she succumbed.She must live was her dominant thought, if not for herself ,then for her baby's sake ,so with this thought in mind she endured the onslaughts of the lustful, lecherous men bitterly .Feeling filthy and debased ,she made her way back home into the indifferent night . As she collected her baby with tears in her eyes,from the neighbour, thoughts of ending it all flitted through her mind ,but a stronger voice whispered “Don't be a fool ! you must survive ! you are young and alive ,better days are coming !" it said encouragingly. . After attending to her child 's needs, she took a warm shower and went to bed and cried herself to sleep dreading to face another day in the filthy, sickening degrading ghetto! A couple of weeks later she sat at her usual spot at the bar, “Are you available?” said a soft voice on her right, breaking into her thoughts. She looked down at a short dude, dressed in a white outfit, with a red handkerchief in a breast pocket . He flashed a double row of gold teeth as he smiled. “You talkin' to me, honey?” She spoke defiantly, almost jeeringly, but something in her stance and bold stare, told him that she was ready for almost anything. He discreetly slid a fifty from a jacket pocket, widened his smile, and nodded. ‘I'd like to make an appointment,” he said slipping the folded bill into her hand, “That is, if you are available?.” She stared at him, then to the bill, then back, a look of utter disbelief on her face. Then suddenly, she grinned. ” “Why, of course, I ‘m available, sugar, check out room number 8 upstairs, and wait for me, huh ? “Sure thing , sweetie. “ the John said,” By the way, they call me Horse.” “They call me Brown Sugar,”She lied with a sly smile and slipped him a key, “Gimme a minute to stash my coat, and I ‘ll be right there with you...Horse”. Horse, filled with anticipation, turned and disappeared in the crowd .his wide brimmed white flop hat at an askew angle. He walked with a pronounced swagger.. In the room, he lay buck naked on a clean ,white sheet bed, hands clasped behind his neck, waiting. The place smelled like honeysuckle. There was a soft knocking on the door. Horse got up and opened it. Sylvia slipped in and began undressing slowly. ” Before we do it, Hon, I'd like to play a little game, ” She said in a syrupy voice as she slipped out of her pink, nylon panties. Hell, he thought, another kinky one ,and all I want is to shoot my rocks off ! “What kind of game, honey pie?” He asked. She took out a blue silk cord from her purse.”This!” she said with a broad smile. "Shit a bondage freak, he thought. “How about giving me a BJ before we get into it, sweetie?”He suggested. “Sure, why not, lover” she said, gripping his bone, tightly. She slipped it into her mouth and began licking the rim slowly, expertly. Horse slipped into third heaven “How's it feeling ,lover?” She asked with a sly smile. “Wow ! that feels great, sugar, but go easy, huh, nice and slow ” he said, as he felt his manhood growing under her constant licking. “Wow!” she said amazed.“You sure got a son of a gun there.” “Yeah, they don't call me Horse for nothing.” he bragged proudly “No kiddin.”, ‘said Sylvia evenly “Man, that feels great,” He moaned. Enraptured, He allowed himself to be tied, spread eagled on the bed. After which he watched her do a slow, tantalizing strip, which revealed a well shaped figure with firm jutting breasts. The nipples fully erect. His eyes strayed down to the black patch of hair at her crotch. She then bent over and placed the tip of an erect nipple into his mouth.“Suck gently, Tiger” she whispered. She then straddled him and slipped his now throbbing manhood deep into her slick oven, and then began riding him slowly up and down in practiced rhythm. Damn, I don't deserve this ! Horse thought happily. “Now, close your eyes for a big surprise, lover boy.” She said soothingly. He closed his eyes and sighed as the sensations rippled through his body. Suddenly, he felt something hard, brushed against his cheek. He opened his eyes , gasped and stared in shocking horror before him. Sylvia now had a long blade kitchen knife in her hand. Horse screamed as she brought it down again and again into his squirming body as faces of her past customers flashed through her tormented mind “Filth !, Filth ! You are all filth !” she screamed stabbing at the now figure repeatedly. Horse'sscreams echoed through the building. Someone called the Police and when they came and broke down the door ,they found Sylvia slump at the foot of the bloody bed playing with her hair. “Anyone want a short time?” she asked then broke into hysterical laughter Sylvia's mind snapped that day as they took her down to the La Penitence Police Station for women. The End Tweet
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