28 June 2012
Smooth, tanned skin on show; feminine bodies entwined with cold metal. Every muscle feels the rhythm of the music, moves in time, sending on-lookers into a lust-filled trance.
But one stood apart, a dark-haired man with rough stubble. His slick navy shirt gave nothing away. Casually he lent on the bar but avoided alcohol, instead savouring a pint of coke. He wanted a clear head for tonight's hunt.
His unremarkable eyes hid under carefully trimmed eyebrows as he watched the flesh on display. He singled out the victim for the night, and gradually edged closer to the stage.
Strong, muscular legs held her on to her pole as she bent backwards, just out of reach of the men at the front. "Phoenix" was scrawled in embroidered writing at the front of her thong. Red paint on her nails, highlighted hair piled high - certainly a popular girl, the manager loved her. She teased the wide-eyed men in front of her as they drooled over curved thighs and tender breasts.
The night drew to a close, most men wandered home in a drunken stupor with heads full of lust. But the dark-haired man watched the girls reappear from across the street, now fully clothed, saying farewell to the other beauties.
Phoenix turned away from the others first, heading out into the summer night. The man followed with a sigh, watching her hips sway from across the street, listening to the click of her boots on the cobbles.
He took a short cut through an alley, knowing just where to wait on a blind corner between two bins. He could hear the clicking of her heels approach and held his breath - not wanting to reveal his location.
He fingered the cuffs in his pocket, knowing restraint would be necessary; this one was fiery and would put up a fight. He knew from past experience just how his victim would act.
The clicking heels grew ever closer to his hiding place, soon she would walk right into his ambush. He watched her shadow pass, then pounced.
A body collapsed beneath him and with a smooth, practiced movement cuffs were slipped over smooth hands.
"Gottcha," The man grinned down at his captive, "You're under arrest."
Phoenix looked back, Bambi eyes highlighted by the orange glow of the street lamps, "Thank you, Constable," she cooed, "That one's been sneaking about for weeks."
[For @Nom's #twistedopuss]
Dancers (16+) • Opuss № I