She sits upon a stool in the dimly lit bar. Her slender index finger slides gently across the rim of the glass. She smiles to herself as her red painted nails catch a bit of light and send a sparkle in her drink. Just a few nights past she was here at the same bar waiting for a friend who never showed.
All she remembers from that night is a rugged looking man smelling of raw vanilla smiling at her. He motioned her over to his table with an irresistible wink and with unspoken words she went to him. That is all she remembers of that night. The next morning she awoke in her bed tired and sore. She figured it was from working such long hours at her job and staying up so late drinking with the stranger while she was waiting for a her friend. Funny thing though the man made her feel comfortable and needed. She also had a feeling her life was about to change.
Now tonight, a few nights later she was here again at the same bar. She knew she shouldn't have come alone but something inside her told her she must and that she wouldn't regret it. Earlier that day she tried to shake the feeling but she couldn't. Even when she woke up this morning and became ill after eating, she pretended it didn't bother her. As she stepped out of her apartment the glare of the sun hurt her eyes. After slipping on her glasses to shield her sensitive pupils she still didn't feel right. A headache seemed to attach itself to her brow and her skin felt very warm.
Next her knees became weak and her legs began to tremble. She managed to make it back inside her small place and collapse upon her bed where she slept until nightfall. When she awoke she was greeted by the darkness of her room which seemed so much more comforting then the sun. As she rose from the bed a voice kept calling out for her to join him. She thought she might be going insane at first but then she just blamed it on the fact that she wanted to see the handsome man in the bar again. Then she felt a strange rumbling hunger inside her body.
Her bare feet fell silent across the floor as she walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. Upon seeing the food the same feeling of sickness that over came her this morning was now threatening her again. She slammed the door shut and stormed in her room, pacing back and forth like a caged animal. Once she got control of herself , she started to dress.
She had to find answers and knew the man at the bar had them. She stepped out of her work clothes and let them fall to the floor around her feet. Then she slipped on a pair of red velvet panties and a matching bra. Finally she pulled a black cotton dress from her closet and slipped it over her head using the palms of her hands to slide it down her slender body. The dress stopped two inches before her knees and has a four inch slit on the right side. Now she walks into the bathroom and brushes out her shoulder length blond hair before she lightly applies some makeup to her face. Her feet slip into a pair of black heeled shoes and before she walks out the door she manages to grab her little hand held black and silver purse.
As she makes her way to the bar again that strange hunger over comes her again. Little beads of sweat begin to caress her brow. Her step becomes quicker, her heels pound upon the pavement and the sound echoes in her ears. Even her sense of smell seems heightened and she cant believe she actually lives in this part of the city. Her breathing quickens but once inside the bar she feels safe again. She sits down upon the same stool that she was sitting on a few nights ago and orders herself a drink. There are only a few people in the place, who pay no attention to her. They are busy drowning in their own drinks. Once the drink was brought to her she couldn't even drink it.
Now as she stares down into the glass the minutes seemed to have stretched into hours. Her eyes slowly drift up and become sad pools of darkness when they see how late the hour has become upon the clock. She has been here for hours when it seemed like she had walked into the place only moments ago. She digs through her purse which had been laying all this time on the bar top, and her hand dips inside of it and pulls out a few bills to pay for her drink and to tip the bartender.
As she walks outside into the crisp night air a shiver runs up her spine, but its not because she is cold. Its a feeling of dread which makes her feet start to sprint towards her apartment. All of a sudden she bumps into a man who steps from an alley way, and before she can turn and run in the opposite direction a hand clamps around her mouth from behind and another grabs her waist dragging her away from the man she bumped into.
