It's that time again, boys and girls! Time for some naughty flash fiction fun! This week, Advizor54 brings us an interesting photo of a young, naked woman facing off against a well-dressed, perhaps slightly older man. Open the site in a new tab so you can trot over there once you're done here and read the other entries!
I decided not to go the normal routine (imagine that!), so the forbidden words were easily avoided. It did, however, make trouble for me using the keyword. I had to go back and make some changes to make it fit! Anyway, here's my small intro into the lives of Kira and her roommate, Paul.
Keyword = Stratagem Word Length = 700 (on the dot not including footnotes!)
Forbidden Words = Spy, Tuxedo
Bonus Points - Quote your favorite line (and link to the source in case we don't know it)
Quotes are in bold, keyword is in bold italics.
“Aren’t you going to at least get dressed?”
“What’s the point?” Kira shrugged as she climbed into the chair opposite her roommate, Paul. Her small breasts swayed with the slight movement, and the cool breeze from the air conditioner turned her nipples into firm points. She tucked her legs beneath her, sitting on her heels as she fished the olive from her martini. Popping it into her mouth, Kira propped her elbow onto the polished surface and rested her chin in her palm.
“Well, you’d look less like a… um, an escort or something, and more like my roommate!”
“An escort? You’re so old fashioned sometimes, Paul. I was going for the bad porno look!” She picked up one of the ivory chess pieces and twirled it in her fingers. “Besides, you’re the one who said I’ve been as bitchy as a cat in heat, lately.”
“You have, sweetie. Snappish and petulant don’t even begin to cover it.” He retrieved the white queen before she could slip it beneath the table, and replaced it on the board with an exasperated sigh.
“I can’t help it! Men get all squicky when they hear I have a male roommate, thinking I’m running around on my boyfriend or something. It’s been over a year since I’ve had something between my legs that didn’t run on batteries! (1)”
“Or electricity.” Paul smirked, checking his watch for the tenth time that evening.
“You have no room to talk, buster! I distinctly remember finding you enjoying an enthusiastic fucking from my hardy little machine.”
“Yes, you did, and your oral aid was most appreciated.”
When he winked, she hid her blush in her martini. She couldn't tell him the real reason for her lack of a boyfriend. She wasn't stupid enough to reveal her feelings for her very handsome, very attached, and very gay roommate. The day she’d found him, the machine pumping the lubed up dildo into his finely toned ass, Kira had been unable to resist swallowing down his impressive erection, remaining between his quivering thighs until he filled her mouth full of warm come. They rarely spoke of that day, but his taste, scent, and moans had fueled her fantasies ever since.
“Cool, my stratagem worked then! Anyway, back to my fuckbuddy. I see no point in pretending this is something it’s not. If we all know he’s here for a hookup, why make him shell out money for a nice dinner? Let’s just get to the fucking part and get it over with.”
“Kira.” Paul sighed, giving her one of his it’s time for a lecture looks. “Don’t you want to at least try to have a relationship? They’re a lot more fulfilling than these random throwaway fucks when you get too horny to live with.”
“That’s what I have you for, Paul.” She sipped her martini, smiling over the rim at her roommate. He was dressed for a night at the theater – black dinner jacket, white shirt, black bowtie – and looked impeccable. She had the sudden urge to muss his prefect hair or place a lipstick print on his crisp collar, just to make him a bit more human. “My last few so-called relationships turned out to be little more than just random hookups, just with a shit-ton more hassle. I’m just dispensing with the hassle.”
“What about love? Don’t you want more than just one random hookup after another?”
“I believe in love.” She drained her glass, uncoiling from the chair to walk gracefully to the sink. “Not just getting it, but giving it. I think that if you're able to love someone, even if they don't know it, even if they can't love you back, then it's worth it. (2)”
Warm arms surrounded her waist from behind and pulled her against a familiar, firm chest. She fought tears as she brushed her fingers over the Pride Flag cufflinks. Another stepped between her and the sink, wrapping her into arms equally as familiar. Anthony, Paul’s boyfriend, kissed away her threatening tears, and then kissed her. Deeply. Paul’s hands moved from her waist to her breasts, cupping them as he whispered in her ear.
“You did know we were bi, right?”
(1) A paraphrase from the movie, Serenity, spoken by the character Kaylee Frye. Original wording is: Goin' on a year now I ain't had nothin' twixt my nethers weren't run on batteries! Since I paraphrased it, I used a second.
(2) A quote from my most favorite movie of all time, Gosford Park. This quote is near the end, and is spoken by a tertiary character, Dorothy, a housemaid, to Mr. Meredith, a guest.