It is dark. The neon light at the end of the alley blinks, it’s reflection in the dirty puddles dotting the alley. Natasha sinks deeper into the shadows and a chill runs up her bare legs as the wind blows a filthy scrap of paper past her, deep in the shadows of the doorway. She pushes the raincoat down as it rises in the wind, exposing the pubic hair beneath.
In the distance a siren wails a garbage can lid rattles, too far away to be a threat. Any time now.
She knows it is coming, the touch is expected but she jumps as she feels the strange little hand against the back of her leg. He is here. She relaxes slightly as the tension of the wait is past, still tense to the possibility of a double cross, of trouble.
Despite her revulsion at the memory of her last sight of the misshapen little man she trembles as his hand, or what passes for his hand, slides slowly up and down the inside of her leg.
‘I have been watching you for a long time, standing here,’ he said, the words muffled by the thick folds of his mouth. She could imagine the huge tongue licking those lips in anticipation. ‘They must pay you well for this,’ he laughed grotesquely.
‘Yes,’ she said, hesitating to say more, afraid that her voice would betray her anticipation for what was coming next.
‘Let me see you,’ he grunted.
She stepped back into the dim light as she slowly slid the belt through the buckle of the long coat. The broad brim of her hat, low over her head cast a shadow across her face as she opened the coat wide. Her skin, milky white, made a striking contrast against the shadow and the pubic hair, black and unusually long. The cold air whipped across her flat belly and over her round breasts. Her nipples were hard and erect, almost painfully so as the cold air swirled.
The neon cast an unearthly tone, the skin almost appearing blue, like the ski of a dead man, as it flashed in the distance. As the light pulsed in the dark she could hear the little man grunting throatily in the shadow, a gasp each time the light revealed the tall, perfectly shaped body.
‘Come to me,’ his voice rasping with his passion.
She moved forward into the dark doorway, coat held wide. Low and dark, a deeper shadow waited, less than four feet tall, huge misshapen head that housed a tongue of incredible proportions and dexterity. She wrapped her coat around the little body pulling him tight against her, his head burying into the warmth between her thighs.