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dotintheskyJellybean was on her way home, sauntering down a poorly lit street in New York, when a voice called out from an alleyway:
"Hey you!"
Jellybean knew she shouldn't stop: she was carrying some of her massage equipment -- expensive tonics, rubbing oils, towels and creams -- which she couldn't afford to lose during a sloppy robbery. The voice was insistent, husky:
"Yes, you. With the red hair." Nobody else was around, barely any light came from the surrounding apartments, and yet she stopped. Something inside her gave in to the voice; she walked towards him, accepting whatever fate had in store for her that night.
The man grinned and stood to one side, as if welcoming her into his domain. He was tall, with black lambchops growing down his face, eyes cased behind thick glasses. He seemed hungry, on edge; his bare arms were covered in dark hair that stood up like wire.
"What's a pretty thing like yourself doing alone at night in this neighbourhood?" he asked, running his hand down her tight red skirt. "Don't you know you shouldn't come to Brooklyn if you can't handle the heat?"
Jellybean couldn't think of what to say. Part of her wanted to throw the massage equipment on the floor, push the wild man against the brick wall and hump him till dawn -- it had been a while since she'd got laid and her pipes were feeling the rust. Her sensible side, however, knew this was dangerous. Wasn't there a story in the papers about redheaded girls found floating in East River?
"I'm on my way to grandma's," she lied. "She'll be worried if I'm late."
"Does she live nearby?" He asked, eyeing the street up and down. "I could walk you there."
"Maybe... but she doesn't like visitors, other than me. I better get going."
As she made to leave, he took hold of her arm and pulled her close to him. Clouds in the sky broke apart and the full moon shone down on them, partly illuminating the dark alley. She saw the true measure of the hunger in his eyes. Instinctively, she brushed the hairs on his arm, as if soothing a child, and he relaxed. His grip grew loose enough for her to break free and speedily walk away. As she reached the corner of the block she turned around. He was gone.
She was in a pensive mood for the rest of her walk home. She had trouble finding the keys and letting herself into her building. The door closed slowly behind her, its hinges stiff and corroded. The hallway lights were broken again, forcing her to take a minute to adjust her eyes to the darkness before ascending the staircase. The building was completely silent; everybody was probably out or asleep. Was it just her imagination or was someone else on the staircase, just above her, breathing softly? She put it down to frazzled nerves after the encounter with the madman. The day had been too long and taxing; she needed to unwind in style: she would settle down in front of the television with a good gay porn and some Sainsbury's ginger snaps.
Her key went into the apartment's front door unnecessarily: it was already open. She pushed it and called out the names of her housemates. A voice replied from her bedroom:
"In here."
She dropped her stuff on the couch and hit the light switch. Either a fuse had blown or she was in deep shit.
"Come here, I want to see you," she heard the hoarse voice cry out.
Unable to stop herself, Jellybean walked towards the bedroom. Through the door, she could see some of the moonlight shining on her bed and her curtains trembling. She was witnessing a miracle: a naked man lay on her bed. His glasses were on her night stand; his arms and legs were spread apart; his furry chest heaved as if he'd run a marathon.
"I can't see you," he said.
"You don't look like grandma."
"That's because it's too dark. If you come a little closer, you'll see that it's me," he moaned.
Slowly, she crept towards him until the familiar hand grabbed her. Immediatly, she began to stroke his thick arm hairs. This time, they both knew she wouldn't run away.
"Hey you!"
Jellybean knew she shouldn't stop: she was carrying some of her massage equipment -- expensive tonics, rubbing oils, towels and creams -- which she couldn't afford to lose during a sloppy robbery. The voice was insistent, husky:
"Yes, you. With the red hair." Nobody else was around, barely any light came from the surrounding apartments, and yet she stopped. Something inside her gave in to the voice; she walked towards him, accepting whatever fate had in store for her that night.
The man grinned and stood to one side, as if welcoming her into his domain. He was tall, with black lambchops growing down his face, eyes cased behind thick glasses. He seemed hungry, on edge; his bare arms were covered in dark hair that stood up like wire.
"What's a pretty thing like yourself doing alone at night in this neighbourhood?" he asked, running his hand down her tight red skirt. "Don't you know you shouldn't come to Brooklyn if you can't handle the heat?"
Jellybean couldn't think of what to say. Part of her wanted to throw the massage equipment on the floor, push the wild man against the brick wall and hump him till dawn -- it had been a while since she'd got laid and her pipes were feeling the rust. Her sensible side, however, knew this was dangerous. Wasn't there a story in the papers about redheaded girls found floating in East River?
"I'm on my way to grandma's," she lied. "She'll be worried if I'm late."
"Does she live nearby?" He asked, eyeing the street up and down. "I could walk you there."
"Maybe... but she doesn't like visitors, other than me. I better get going."
As she made to leave, he took hold of her arm and pulled her close to him. Clouds in the sky broke apart and the full moon shone down on them, partly illuminating the dark alley. She saw the true measure of the hunger in his eyes. Instinctively, she brushed the hairs on his arm, as if soothing a child, and he relaxed. His grip grew loose enough for her to break free and speedily walk away. As she reached the corner of the block she turned around. He was gone.
She was in a pensive mood for the rest of her walk home. She had trouble finding the keys and letting herself into her building. The door closed slowly behind her, its hinges stiff and corroded. The hallway lights were broken again, forcing her to take a minute to adjust her eyes to the darkness before ascending the staircase. The building was completely silent; everybody was probably out or asleep. Was it just her imagination or was someone else on the staircase, just above her, breathing softly? She put it down to frazzled nerves after the encounter with the madman. The day had been too long and taxing; she needed to unwind in style: she would settle down in front of the television with a good gay porn and some Sainsbury's ginger snaps.
Her key went into the apartment's front door unnecessarily: it was already open. She pushed it and called out the names of her housemates. A voice replied from her bedroom:
"In here."
She dropped her stuff on the couch and hit the light switch. Either a fuse had blown or she was in deep shit.
"Come here, I want to see you," she heard the hoarse voice cry out.
Unable to stop herself, Jellybean walked towards the bedroom. Through the door, she could see some of the moonlight shining on her bed and her curtains trembling. She was witnessing a miracle: a naked man lay on her bed. His glasses were on her night stand; his arms and legs were spread apart; his furry chest heaved as if he'd run a marathon.
"I can't see you," he said.
"You don't look like grandma."
"That's because it's too dark. If you come a little closer, you'll see that it's me," he moaned.
Slowly, she crept towards him until the familiar hand grabbed her. Immediatly, she began to stroke his thick arm hairs. This time, they both knew she wouldn't run away.
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on 2006-03-20 11:26 pm (UTC)My only question would be whether they have Sainsburys in New York?
Aside from that, nice, weird, erotic updating of the fairy tale.
Also reassuring to hear someone actually use hairy men in some kind of erotic context for a change!
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on 2006-03-20 11:44 pm (UTC)and he wrote it about a guy I'm in like with, whom I call Wolverine, for obvious reasons.
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on 2006-03-21 07:19 am (UTC)no subject
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on 2006-03-20 11:36 pm (UTC)But you are an evil man for inciting my lust even more!!
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on 2006-03-21 12:33 pm (UTC)Karen bought a horse with the idea that she'd have a stable full of horses after putting the stallion to stud.
Jack: We named him after a sailor I had a great night with during Fleet Week!
Will: Don't you think Hey You will be a bit confusing?
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on 2006-03-21 04:08 am (UTC)Do you plan to end it? *_*
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on 2006-03-21 04:34 pm (UTC)