This story was written for a contest on the general board. It needed to be 1000-1500 words in length, had to include a sex scene, had to be written in the third person and had to include the words: torch, limousine, signet, saffron, injury, feral, calligraphy, heart, mechanical, and midget. Please enjoy and vote.
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"You are an emotional midget and if I have to spend one more minute with you, I'll stab you in the heart with this fucking fork!" And with that, Sabrina tossed the makeshift weapon onto her plate scattering saffron rice across the white tablecloth. In one angry movement she grabbed her purse and pushed her chair from the table, jostling the untouched Sauvignon Blanc.
The restaurant clientele watched her with feral interest as she headed for the exit. Glancing back at him one more time, she stepped out onto the sidewalk before he could see the angry tears welling in her eyes. Two years of her life down the drain.
She stumbled over to one of the parked limousines and leaned against it as she dug through her purse for a tissue. Tears blinded her and she dropped it. She pulled at it, but it was tightly wedged in between the curb and the tire.
"Damnit!" Sabrina yelled and tugged the strap of her purse harder. She kicked the tire, as if it was the one that had caused her all this pain and injury. The strap broke and with it, her facade. Hugging the limo, holding onto it for support as her body shook with loss, Sabrina was oblivious to the view she was giving the man inside.
Dominic observed the breasts smearing against the mirrored glass with a wicked smile playing across his lips. He took one last searing swallow of his scotch, then lowered the median between him and his driver. "Henry?"
"Yes Mr. Zuckerente?"
"There is a girl crying all over my limousine."
Henry grinned, "Yes Sir. Shall I remove her?"
"I think not Henry. I think we shall have a bit of fun tonight. Bring me the girl."
"The easy way, or the hard way, Sir?"
"The hard way, but use some finesse this time."
Henry leaned his bulk over the seat and reached into the glove box, removing a handkerchief and a tiny vial. His actions were mechanical, belying practiced movements. Opening the door, he unfolded his six foot four inch frame, startling the girl from her sobs.
"Miss?" Henry questioned.
Mortified, Sabrina stammered, "I'm... damn, I'm sorry. It's just that, well... damn" Sabrina looked down and noticed her purse and thanked God she had an excuse for leaning on the car. A tap on her shoulder made her turn before she could mention it. He was behind her now, startling her with his stealth.