[If I were brave took the fearless step to visit a silent retreat! EEKK! Needless, to say it was not what she imagined, she gave it a good 24 hours and then opted for a good hotel with room service. She also dishes out great writing prompts such as this - Start your story with “My mother always told me not to play with fire.” End it with “And that’s how I ended up in the middle of nowhere—naked.”]
My Mother always told me not to play with fire. I knew the moment I saw him I was in trouble. He had those dark blue eyes, and had a swagger in his tight jeans. How could any woman resist? Jimmy was a player and I wanted a piece of the action.
It was the action that always drew me in to those men. He was leaning over the pool table ready to take a shot and I patiently waited for him to look-up. I was wearing just the perfect dress hot pink, tight, and low – cut. My stilettos accentuated the look by just keeping everything a little lift. I slowly walked over, “Got a light!”
Mermaid Smoking by JJ Levine
He flicked open his lighter and stood at attention “Here you go darling!”
As I began to walk away he called out “What are you drinking?”
“I’ll have gin and tonic. Thanks!”
He followed behind me and ordered the drink to the waiter.
“So what are you doing in this dive?”
“I’m just enjoying the show!”
I looked him up and then down “I have to admit I like what I am seeing!”
He gave me a wink, “Would you like to see a little more?”
“That depends your place or mine.”
It’s with that we left the bar and hopped on the back of his Harley. We hit the open road and I enjoyed the exhilaration of the wind blowing through my hair. It was only a matter of time before I sealed the deal.
As we arrived at his house, I walked up the step, to discover it was completely under-surveillance. The cameras watched every move and I was in no mood for dealing with technology on that evening. We walked into the kitchen and headed straight to the back of the playboy pad.
He gave me a grin “What do you think of my new spot?”
I kept it smooth “It looks good!”
“So what is your party of choice?”
I gave him a curious grin, “I’ll just stick to the booze. Thanks!”
He handed me a scotch on the rocks, “Why don’t we take this party out to the hot tub.”
I clutched my purse under my arm, “Sounds good to me!”
I had to get in and out fast! The hot tub seemed to be the perfect solution. I cased the area and too my surprise it was the one place a camera wasn’t directed. I placed my open purse at the edge of the tub. I coyly slipped off my clothes and eagerly undressed him. The view of his abs were impressive! He was quite the piece of work. It was shame I thought that such a nice piece would go to waste. But I knew there would always be others bigger and better.
I gave him a bite on the lips just enough to draw a little blood. He grinned, turned to reach his drink, taking his eyes off me. I quietly grabbed the magnum from my purse and I fired a single shot to the head.
My job was done for the night and I had to get out fast! It’s with that I looked my dress covered in blood! A perfectly good waste of Versace.
I grabbed my things and hopped the fence. I stood in the middle of nowhere naked for several minutes wondering if I needed a new profession. Sometimes it wasn’t worth the mess!
If you could change professions what would you be?