Roger couldn’t fathom the depths of his luck, as he opened his front door to let his guest inside. He typically only took home the sloppiest drunk after hours of feeding her cosmopolitans until last call.
She usually didn’t even know her own name by the time he was through with her.
He’s not the guy that gets picked up by the most beautiful woman in the bar, he reminded himself. He’s not the guy that leaves early at her request, he kept thinking.
As the door swung open he stepped aside, playing the part of the gentleman host. Don’t fuck this up, he quietly repeated over and over again.
“Uhh… after you.”
His dark haired companion flashed a playful smile as she brushed past him. She smelled like some exotic flower he wasn’t nearly cultured enough to name. His heart quickened at the thought of drowning in the intoxicating aroma.
She gingerly walked into the small living room of his one-bedroom apartment, tracing delicate lines over his Crate & Barrel adornments, a set of coasters, a cheap desk lamp, a bronze statuette of a naked woman, all scattered neatly across his Ikea furniture set. After a brief inspection, the woman turned to Roger and stared expectantly.
Roger quickly closed the door and fumbled with the lock. Turning back he asked, “Can I, um, get you a drink?”
She shook her head, the slight movement causing her long tresses to swing in front of her lustful eyes.
His mouth was dry while his palms cried sweat. He took a step forward, closing the distance between them.
“Did you want to put a movie on or something?”
Again a slight shake of her head.
Another step. He stood in front of her.
Even though Roger wasn’t the largest man, he towered over the petite frame of the mysterious woman. His breathing seemed labored as he tried to maintain control of his composure. A bead of sweat rolled down from his receding hairline, betraying the attempt.
Heat radiated from his body as she lithely walked her fingers up his front to the top button of his shirt. With a practiced hand, she easily unbuttoned each until his undershirt was completely exposed.
Her eyes widened hungrily at the sight. She ripped the dress shirt back and away from him with strength her slender arms should not have contained. Roger’s face screwed up in bewilderment as his mind tried to keep up.
She feverishly grappled with the bottom of his slightly damp undershirt, pulling the hem from his pant line. Roger was unaccustomed to such deliberate action from his women. By this point they’d be passed out and he’d be figuring out the best way to disrobe them – not the other way around.
He wasn’t about to mention the turn of his fortune and let the beautiful woman work.
She tore the undershirt up and over his head revealing his hairy chest and protruding gut. He would have been bashful about it all had she not immediately buried her face into the sweat stained fabric of the garment to inhale deeply.
Before he could finish, the shirt fell away from her face, which had been replaced by a mask of pure desire. Still clutching her soiled prize, she threw her arms around his neck and pulled him into a passionate embrace. Her tongue forced its way into his mouth and he welcomed it – time for the real fun to begin.
As his hands begin to grope over her backside, his mind jumped ahead to the pleasures of the night ahead.
Roger became lost in the potential ways he could defile his latest victim. Perhaps he’d begin by tying her to the bed. Revel in his dominant power as she squirmed under his–
A loud crack echoed in Roger’s head, followed by an eruption of sharp pain from his temple.
An explosion of lights blinded him. Gravity seemed to realign itself and he couldn’t quite perceive which way was up anymore and he toppled to the floor with a colossal crash.
The lights began to fade, though his vision was still blurry. He tried to get his hands under him but couldn’t find the strength to support himself yet.
“You bitsth”, he stammered through the disorienting anguish.
Another crack and flash of pain flattened him once more to the floor. He couldn’t really remember how he’d ended up there.
As he pondered his current position a small bronze statue of a naked woman was dropped into his field of vision. It lay there looking at him as he stared back. Before long a slowly creeping pool of viscous crimson rolled up from the bottom of his periphery to surround his new friend.
Roger’s sight was beginning to fade to black when movement distracted him from his swim in the red lack with the naked lady. Beyond, he could just make out a figure with long black hair walk through a door holding a white bundle of fabric in her hand.
Before darkness swallowed him, he thought about all the devious things he would do to her if he could just get her to come home with him.