"I'll have a scotch and soda," Diana told the bartender. Her big blue flirty eyes seemed to smile at him in an inviting way.
The bartender knew her. She'd been coming to the bar for years. Each time there was something remarkably different about her. Today, it was her dress.
It was shorter then she normally wore. The sleeves were hardly there. The top was so low if she moved just right she'd pop out of it.
"Haven't you had enough," the bartender ask her. "Enough of what," she asked him. She leaned closer to him over the bar. Her fingers traced the beard on his face. She leaned even closer to him and traced his lips with the tip of her tongue. He noticed her top just slightly recovering from the move as she move upwards a bit so she could lick his upper lip too.
He moved back. She was always this forward. "Touching isn't allowed," he reminded her. "You know that." He frowned in her direction and reached down to pick up another glass.
She sat down on a stool located along the bar. "Why? I've always wondered."
He laughed. "You know why, Dirty Diana," people called her that. But none ever refused her. She lived up to her nickname. She was, indeed, dirty to her core.
"Okay," he shoved a glass towards her, and moved safely away. "This is your last one for tonight."
She accepted the drink. Then she bent backwards with the glass to her lips and drank the entire glass full in one gulp. She swallowed and laughed. "That hit the spot!" She pounded her chest like an ape.
She picked up her shawl and headed for the door.
She called out over her shoulder, "Another night Junior." and disappeared into the darkness.
---------------------------------------
"Where did I get that big bruise from?" She asked herself as she was getting dressed for work. On her neck, she saw in the mirror, a huge, now turning a bit blue, bruise. It kinda looked like someones hand had wrapped around the base of her neck. But, that was silly. She'd been home, asleep, all night last night. She rubbed her neck softly. It was sore. How could, she asked herself, this have happened?
She'd been putting in soooo many long hours at work designing and updating gym clothing that when she was done she did nothing but hit the bed as soon as she got home night. She didn't date. She didn't do anything. There was just not enough hours in the day.
Once dressed she wrapped a fancy scarf around her neck to hide the disturbing impression. The last thing she needed was for it to call attention to others at work and start a big gossip scene.
-------------------------------------
As she walked into her work area she heard someone talking about an incident that happened last night, just around the corner, from work.
"The police say the body was found in some hedges," the speaker said. Janna heard.
"What happened," she found herself asking the speaker.
"Hey, Janna!" The speaker spun around to greet her. "Some female was murdered just around the corner." She pointed to the left and then to the right. Then she just frowned. "Well, outside somewhere close by."
A new voice joined in. "They are going to patrol the area at night for us when we all go home to just keep us safe."
"She was strangled!" Still another voice joined into the conversation. "She has a big bruise around her neck." The newest speaker pointed to her own neck where the imprint had been shown on the television.
Janna nodded. Felt her own neck and left the room going into her own office. Now she was worried.
--------------------------------------------
"Diana," Junior warned her. "You've had enough."
Diana frowned and brushed her lips across the rim of her empty cup. "I bet that handsome gentlemen over there will buy me at last two more," she assured him.
Junior frowned. "I didn't say you didn't have the money to buy anymore drinks I said," he cleared his throat, "that you'd had enough!" He sat clean glasses down on the bar and started putting them away.
Diana just ignored him and walked across the room towards the gentlemen she'd been talking about. As she approached him she took a piece of her long blackish hair between her fingers and started twisting it and untwisting it.
"Hey, sugar," she said as she approached him. He turned and smiled up at her. "And what is it I can do for you?" he asked. Her heart started beating just a bit faster. He sure had a sweet smile, and his black skin looked shockingly sexy with the red shirt he had on with the even darker red tie.
"Buy me a drink," she winked at him and touched his shoulder gently.
He smiled back. "And what will I get for such a purchase?" His hand reached up to cover hers. His black skin against her white skin caused her to gasp. The warmth she felt from his touch caused her to suddenly feel a wetness between her legs. Ideas ran through her head, none of which she spoke of.
"What might the gentlemen like?" she inquired as she let her hand travel down his shoulder to his chest. She bent forward and started chewing on his ear.
He moaned ever so softly for her ears alone. Her long blackish hair draped over his shoulder covering her hands which had now traveled inside his shirt. Her soft caresses were giving him other problems which could not be taken care of in the bar.
He nodded to Junior who had been standing there watching from the beginning. "Two," he nodded. Junior just picked up two of his clean empty glasses and filled them up with what Mr. Scarlet liked. Strong whiskey.
Diana continued tracing the outline of his chest with her finger. His blackness was a turn on she'd never experienced before. Mr. Scarlet smiled when the drinks arrived.
"Drink up!" he told her pushing both glasses over to her. Diana picked up one and swallowed it before it even tipped out of the cup. The second one she sipped slowly. Her eyes followed the lines of his body from his face to the floor.
He was one hot motherfucker. He had strong looking legs so she expected he'd be a good fuck standing up. His lips were sweet and shaped for kissing. His hands were large and she figured he could hold both of her breasts and suck them at the same time. The image made her even hotter. His black face covered up with her white boobs. The image overwhelmed her.
She swallowed the rest of the remaining cup. "Shell we?" she inquired.
-------------------
The alarm went off way too soon. Janna attempted to push the off button for the tenth time before it stopped ringing. She stretched and tried standing up. She sat back down. That'd been a bad idea. Every part of her body hurt. She felt sick at her stomach. She moaned. There was no way she could stay home. She had a big presentation to make today. Everyone who was anyone was gonna be there. She hobbled over to the bathroom and dug around until she found something to settle her stomach. Then she moved over to the shower to clean up.
As the water came down and she started to wash she found a strange mark on her stomach. Was that a hickey? She continued to wash feeling just a bit better from the medicine she'd taken. She kept washing deciding to worry about the hickey later. She placed another scarf around her neck to hide the bruise she'd been hiding for about a week now. It was slowly fading away. More bodies had been found in the same way but now they were on the other side of town where all the bars and people you didn't really wanna get mixed up with resided.
-----------------
"Janna?" Where have you been?" her assistant scolded her. "Mr. Scarlet has been waiting half an hour for you!"
Janna stumbled over the step she'd been approaching. "Mr. Scarlet?" The name seemed to ring a bell in her head. "He's the gentlemen providing the money for the new line of gym wear you've been creating for the past year," her assistant told her. She gave her that look. Janna knew that look.
"Oh...That Mr. Scarlet," Janna nodded her head and put her bags down so she could fixed her scarf. She knew better then to say more.
"Let me put my bags..."
"I've got the bags!" her assistant assured her. "He's waiting in room two with a cup of coffee and a doughnut."
Her assistant waved her towards the door as she took the bags and disappeared down the hall.
Janna brushed her hands across her mid-section and started towards door two.
She pushed the door open and smiled when she saw "Mr. Scarlet." She said in as sweet a voice as she could manage. "I'm so sorry to keep you waiting."
Mr. Scarlet, seemed startled. His black skin almost turned white. He Cleared his throat but said nothing.
"I've got the entire line of gym wear completed. Shall I bring the ladies out to model them for you?"
He waited a few more minutes. It was as if he was expecting her to say something more; but when she didn't he said in a sheepishly low voice "You could model them for me." A devilish smiled covered his face.
"I don't model," Janna assured him. "The nerve of him!" She said to herself.
"And you don't drink either?" he inquired. He put his pinky finger into his drink and started to stir it. The motion made her feel uncomfortable. She tried to ignore it. He looked at her with sparkling eyes that laughed if you looked at him just right.
"Drink?" Janna inquired now feeling totally lost. When had they started talking about drinks?
"Two hard core drinks and sex?" he replied.
"Drinks,...sex?" she looked at him puzzled and changed the subject back to the line of clothing she'd been working to create with exhausting hours.
"I'll have the girls model them for you," she motioned him to follow her to the model room.
He said nothing. He got up and followed her to another room. Once inside he was treated to yet another cup of hot coffee and a tray of treats. The show began.
Janna pushed the conversation out of her mind. The important thing here was to sell the styles and make profit for the company she worked for. She'd put in so many hours on this project for the past year. She'd lost so much weight because of overtime hours and had given up life outside of just work. She was glad it was about to end.
As each model paraded across the room twisting and turning for the client Mr. Scarlet seemed not to notice them. He looked at her through the corner of his eye.
This made her feel uncomfortable. He was looking at her as if he knew her intimately and she knew he did not.
When the last of the line finished and all the models lined up along the wall Mr. Scarlet smiled.
