Messing Around Writing Today And Look What I Did!!!

Here’s something I was F#cking around with while writing in my house today. It took about 2 hours and it covers about 1100 words. I really do believe that I’m back.

She greeted him at the door with a smile. Dressed in the simplest of things, a blue NC Tar Heels Tee Shirt and a pair of jogging pants, she looked as if she was not expecting company. She was just a woman that was settling down from a long day.

She had a dancer’s body. One that was lean, taut and never looked like it required much effort to keep in such fantastic shape.

“Glad you could make it.” She told him through a set of plump lips. She silently grabbed his hand and pulled him into her apartment. Her apartment had a nice feel to it and he wanted to notice more but he was focused on her look.

Her dreaded hair reminded him of looking like licorice as it was pulled back from her face.

A face which reminded him of the pieces of Kraft Caramels he ate as a kid.

She sat down in a nearby couch and faced him.

A big screen television watched over the two of them as she started deeply into his eyes.

“We need to talk.” She told him.

Those dreaded words that all guys hated to hear. Never had five words covered so many topics yet was mysterious in it subject matter.

He knew he was wading into dangerous waters but he decided to dive right in. “About what?”

“About last night.”

“Last night?”

Her brow furrowed before she answered. “Right,” her speech slowed slightly as if she was trying to convieg the message he was missing to him. “Last … Night.”

He looked at her with a dead stare. There were so many answers to the statement about what happened, each of them potential mindfields. He sure was not as hell going to step on any and set something off when he didn’t need to do.

“God, you’re so fucking stubborn.” She hissed. “I’m talking about last night … you know when we fucked on this couch.”

He wasn’t trying to be stubborn but the previous night was so out of the ordinary that….

“I chalked it up to something you didn’t want to talk about again.” He told her.

She raised an eyebrow. “So I just go around sleeping with my competitors just because.”

“No,” He told her. “But sometimes shit happens.”

That’s all he could tell her for that moment. Anything else to try to put a description on things would drive the two of them crazy. It wasn’t good for their line of work and definitely not good because they were supposed to be professionals.

“So that’s how we are leaving it.” She said. “Shit happens.”

“Yes.” He told her. “Anything else would be cheapening the respect we have for each other and the business.”

“You are such a god damn bastard, you know that.” She told him. He turned to face her and was smacked in the face with another statement. “You sit here and make seem like there was only one party here doing something. When all the time you wanted it too.”

She was right. She came along at the right time as he hadn’t had sex in months.

It had been so long that he was no longer keeping count with a little M but rather with a huge large shaped, emblazed scarlet letter shaped M.

He was not a sex fiend that had to have it several times a day to keep his sanity. No, he was a normal red blooded American male who needed the feel of a woman once in a while to make him feel alive at times.

So when last night happened. When their bodies touched and he could feel the passion that the two of them generated, he knew that he what had to be done. And suddenly he let go of the time of Months, Days, Hours, Minutes and several fucking seconds that he even had a moment such as last night.

Working at the Kit Kat Klub last night didn’t help.

And it didn’t help that she was the owner’s favorite dancer … and girlfriend.

“Johnny is going to kill both of us if he finds out.” He said sternly. “That’s why this shit stays dead right here and right now.” He paused and turned back to her. “You feel me.”

She smiled at him again. “Now you want to play the bouncer role again.”

“It’s gotten me this far.” He said. He thought about the fact that in mere hours he had to be back at work. Watching. Waiting. Wondering.

She rose from the couch like at she was ambers from the flame. As she walked closer to him, he noticed her ample features, her sweet curves and could think of nothing else but taking her in her arms and doing things to her right then and there.

“Tianna,” he said. “I don’t have time for this.”

She came closer to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. He could smell the shampoo from her hair.

It was intoxicating.

It took all of his strength to push her away. “Quit Fucking around T!” He quickly backed away from her again and moved closer to the door. “Unless you got something else to say that doesn’t include fucking then I’m out.” He reached for the doorknob.

“How about I know of a way you can get revenge on who killed your brother and get paid doing it?”

He knew that Johnny was in on his brother’s murder but he couldn’t put anything together. He got a job at the Kit Kat Klub so he could be close to Johnny and keep his eyes and ears out for something to bring the bastard down.

It took a while but he was in the inner circle.

Now all the months of planning, secrets and undercover dealings that he used to get to this point was going to be foiled by a exotic dancer named TNT.

Donald Goines couldn’t have written this fuck-up any better than this.

He quickly whipped around to face her.

“You don’t know shit about what is going on T.”

“I know that Johnny killed your brother.” She stated. “And the only way you are going to get back at him is that you hit him where it hurts.”

“Where’s that?”

“In the wallet,” She told him.

He gave her a stone cold look not trying to seem too anxious but at the same time needing to desperately know what she knew.

“I could give you some info if you like.” She purred.

Against his better judgment, he took a seat next to her and said, “Hook me up.”