“You are.” No further words, just a smile.
“Well. Allow me to introduce myself. I’m Tyrell Johnson. And you?”
“Perri Loliyekar.”
“Sounds like an Indian name; and it fits. I like dark exotic women like you.”
“Well I like dark, exotic men like you.” The smile never let up as she carefully reeled him in.
“Well, let me make a proposition: would you like to talk some more over drinks?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” The prey was within striking distance; now was the time to move in for the attack.
They got out of the Metro at the Mt. Vernon Square station, and went to a club near. Locals called it the Yup-Scale Club. The sign on the door said, Luxury Zone.
A sea of fashionably dressed people milled about the club nearby. The patrons in the club wore very expensive outfits, making her feel out of place. “Tyrell... I’m not dressed to go in here.”
“Oh, don’t worry. You’re with me.” Tyrell flashed a large bill in front of the Maître D’. “Rocky. I’d appreciate it if you’d overlook the lady’s attire. She’s with me, and I’ll make it worth your while. Aren’t private tables usually three hundred dollars?” He took out a large wad of bills, and counted off four hundred dollars. “And I mean private. Are we understood?”
“No problem, Mr. Johnson. Come right this way.”
Upstairs, they chose a booth in the back corner of the room. Not many casual observers could see them. Once seated, she worked her principles of attraction. “Hey... you’re too far away. Why don’t you come closer?”
He moved closer to her, and she had him where she wanted him. “Mmm...” She put her hands on his rock-hard chest, and marveled at this man’s physique. Then he pulled her close, and pushed her hair out of her face.
His lips closed in on hers and… A server brought them drinks, putting brakes on the momentum. The flames cooled just a little, but once ignited, the flames burned until they consumed her... and her prey.
Tyrell turned to the server, hiding his annoyance with an exaggerated smile. “Do me a favor, baby... we need some privacy.” He handed the server a hundred dollar bill, which disappeared into a pocket. “Could you help me out, and make yourself scarce—really scarce?”
The dance resumed: they kissed deeply, and held each other tightly. The fire burned ever hotter within her and her need to conquer made her dizzy with desire. “Tyrell, can we find something more interesting to do than entertain the servers and the patrons of this club?”
“Sounds to me like we need to retreat to my crib.”
“I like the sound of that...”
“I think we’re done here. Shall we leave, lovely lady?”
“Gladly.”
On a Monday night, the metro closed at midnight. The clock on his nightstand showed 11:15. “This has been lovely,” Poisonous said, “but I need to leave. Got to catch that train before midnight.” She got up, got her things together and picked up her shawl.
“You know, baby... after such sweet love I’d be glad to give you a ride home.”
She cringed.
Blood boiled, and the fury slowly arose. Again, the human emotion in his words irritated her. Poisonous’ entire human body started shaking. She faced away from him, and spoke slowly. “Tyrell... I don’t love; I satisfy my desire.” A too sweet smile aimed at him as she turned, facing him. “So let’s not pretend love or sweetness has anything to do with this. I don’t love anyone or anything. And I never will.” A still, small voice inside her reminded her of Shane, but she ignored it.
His eyes belied a small amount of disappointment, but he quickly shrugged it off. “Hey... I’m easy. I’m not about the monogamy thing right now. I’m a firm believer in doing what feels good. Any commitment beyond that is more than I’m willing to make. If you’re cool with that, so am I.”
“But since you’re offering to give me a ride... what can we do until then?
“Bring your fine self over here, and Tyrell will make the wait worth your while.”
He dropped her off at her building at one-forty in the morning. “I’m sorry I couldn’t stay the night, but I have an appointment later this morning.” She kissed him again. “Call me.” Another kiss sweetened the deal. “I’m looking forward to seeing more of you.”
“Girl, you are a for-real freak.” They kissed deeply one more time. “See ya...”
As his Mercedes coupe drove off, the taillights faded into the night. Giggling, she said, “Oh no. You’re the freak.”
She walked over to one of the chairs in the lobby, put down her purse, then pulled out her cell phone. A little numeral “1” floated in red above the Message Bubble. Opening the message app, she perused the message. The time on the text read 20:47. “I must have been with Tyrell when I got this. Hmm. Roger. Well, finally. Now let’s see what my first conquest desires.”
Meet me tomorrow for lunch?
Of course. Name the time and place and I’ll be there
“Yes, Roger. You and I must meet again. After all, I must keep this game lit with interesting activities. The more the better.”
Her thoughts returned to Tyrell. Oh yes...now that was a conquest. “That was... very nice. And he’s so masculine...” A giddy smile snuck up on her. Then she giggled so hard that tears came out of her eyes. As she walked into the elevator, she burst into more giggles, and held her stomach, which began to cramp. The pain brought her back into a sober state, but the smile remained.
Exiting the elevator, a short walk down the hall put her outside the condo door. The key turned in the lock, and the door opened. Soft, stealthy footsteps made no noise to wake or arouse
