Kirsten's Life: 2, The Weapon
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Kirsten goes too far...

Kirsten's Life: 2, The Weapon

"And the things that they fear .... Are a weapon to be held against them."

I open my eyes just as the amber dawn trickles into the hotel room. He lies next to me, sleeping the sleep of the Just...... or more accurately, the Just After.... I study his boyish features, his chest is hairless but well defined, his thighs strong. I smile....

I slip out of the bed and gather up my clothes, close the bathroom door to shower and dress as quickly and as silently as I can. ITurn out the bathroom light and then open the door.

Good, he still sleeps. I lean and kiss his morning stubble gently, Gather up the long cardboard box. I pause at the door, He turns over in his still deep sleep, I whisper "goodbye" with a smile...

The early morning street is quiet, the usual clamour of an Embry evening is gone, I open the long box, remove the shining new rifle from its oiled paper wrappings. Then I slide it into the holder on the side of my bike.

"Thank you honey," I smile to myself, "I think I was worth it". My visit to Embry Crossroad is over, time to head north.

By the time the steel gates of Oilville slide closed behind me it was noon. I feel my stomach rumble. I locate the diner quite easily, following the smell of hot fat and stewing meat as it drifted down the stony industrialised street.

I walk through the door. Pausing, I look at the small number of diners, most alone, some in pairs, and in the corner a group of leathered unshaven men.

The biker facing the door looks across to me, elbows his neighbour and nods in my direction, pretty soon, after more nodding and elbowing, they are all craning their necks to have a good old leer.

The guffaws and comments follow as they track me to the counter, watch me order and, track me once again to the table I take. I watch the group discussion. Finally one guy rises to his feet, picks up a bottle and saunters over.

At my table, he reverses a chair and sits astride it like it's a bike or something. His face is leathery, weathered. A semblance of a moustache crawls across his face topping a leering smile.

After a brief glance over his shoulder to his colleagues and a wink. He turns back to me, drawing a breath to speak...

"You got a name, sugar?" I speak before he can. I follow the words with a smile and a slow blink of my dark brown eyes. It is enough to stop him in his tracks.

Now he has a lungful of air and nothing to do with it. I push my breasts forward a little and the trapped air in his lungs escapes like a deflating tyre. I look sultry for him, but my thoughts come fast. It will be one of them and me in control. Or five and of them and no control.

"Lenny... " He leans forward after a short recovery. "So..... What's a dame like you doing in a fleapit like this? " he asks, as his bravado slowly returns.

I pick up a piece of meat on my fork and put to my mouth slowly, all the while looking at Lenny, I lick the meat, before allowing it to slip into my mouth. I chew it slow before speaking, all the while holding his eyes with mine.

I am looking for a room, do you know of any. Hmm?" I make my subtext explicit with a sway or two, leaning forward as I speak. His smile is like a crack opening in the desert, "Sure..."

"Good, I could use some........ rest". I smile at him... I mouth the next words wrapped in a soft whisper. "Go book it....."

Lenny rises and heads for the door, I can tell from behind he is staking his claim on me with his friends. His arm moves, it says 'she's mine'. The others nod obeyance to their leader.

He was full of macho bravado but rough and clumsy... and far too quick... I compare this sleeping mound of grizzled manhood to the more youthful novice of this morning, the younger man was a fast learner. This older dog never learned his tricks properly.

Still naked, I decant the contents of Lenny's pockets into my bag I gather my clothes and leave quickly, I am able to dress in the shower room of the Science Dorm.

Taking care to avoid running into the rest of Lenny's biker buddies, I fuel up my bike and leave Oilville before dawn. Sex with Lenny? it was poor... but... hey.... 20 red.... fair recompence.... hmm?

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