Judas Goat
She’s at the end of the bar looking bored, and lonely. Make no mistake this is a dive, and little black dress pumps stand out. This place isn’t sanitised for your protection, not a faux dive in the mall this is a respite from the militaristic industrial complex I walk up to her.
“Fancy a bit of company?” I ask pulling up a stool.
She nods a yes.
“Hello,” I say then turn to order Tanqueray tonic, 2 lime squeezes, and whatever she’s drinking.” I turn to her your name is?”
“Holly and you’re a cocky bastard, are you sure I am not here with, a huge boyfriend?”
“I am Marlowe; you arrived with several friends, not as attractive as you, who one by one disappeared, with men who had come over here. Leaving you alone, and to me, the one-eyed monster, if I am wrong fighting a large person not a problem for me.”
“I like the eye patch, how do you know this, I noticed you walking in maybe 5 minutes ago before you came over.
“Holly, I have been around the manor, and around the world. I earned the scars the eye patch is functional, big boyfriends; not a problem.” I answer.
“What’s your game?“ Holly asks, but she’s not really trying to figure me out.
“You can’t play someone unless they want to be played, I have done the research,” I answer, watching her flip her long red hair.
“My friend’s played me?” Holly asks.
: You’re the Judas goat.” I answer
“A Judas goat is….”Holly asks.
“The goat you tie to a stake when hunting the tiger. The tiger comes for goat you take your shot. When men came to talk to you they took their shot. Think about this evening, and you might find I am right.”
“I was right you’re a cocky bastard,” Holly commented.
I signal for another round and take a good look at Holly, a real redhead nearly as pale as me, which to say very pale, green eyes, long strong legs heartbreaker. “So if nobody shoots the tiger what happens to the Judas goat?” Holly asks with a wary smile.
We have options, 1) the Judas goat is dinner, 2) We take the goat to dinner or my personal favourite E all of the above.” I signal bartender
“Do I get a vote?” Holly asks “ coyly.
“Think about it, I’ll close the tab,” I say heading to the bar. I get my debit
“Of course come back to Holly, and say, “Let’s roll”
“Cocky bastard,” Holly says zipping up her jacket.
“Let’s discuss in the car, we can talk about cabbages and kings, or not all. “ I say. She take’s my arm. I am feeling her strong now, so I kiss her, and there is definitely chemistry. Holly kisses me pressing against me, a raspy whisper in my ear who’s the tiger now?”
“”You’re going to be fun to play with” I answer. Holly smiles we walk out to my car.
“I want to be adored comes on as I start the car. Holly claps, “You’re too smooth.”
“I have an iPod with 20,000 songs; luck?” I answer.
“You didn’t ask if I have a boyfriend,” Holly said.
“I don’t care, this about me and you, this moment, this place anything else is so much white noise; your place?”
“OK, Holly said, and starts giving directions. I have a place for tonight.
She puts in the code to get us past gate. In the lifts, Holly wraps herself around me. By the time we reach the 3rd floor were half undressed. The fumbling with keys just made things more urgent.
Inside Holly turns on music, and we just go back to ravishing each other.
Holly is passionate, responsive, and creative. In short a great lover. After I find myself on a sofa I am just staring at her body long lean small firm breasts pierced nipples, legs that went on forever. And a small crimson landing strip.
“Let’s try the bed,” Holly says taking my hand leading me to the bedroom. I watch her walk gracefully see our clothes scattered on the floor. I notice the tattoo on that heart shaped arse, biker ink. I don’t care her walk is all I am noticing. This is only about this moment, this time nothing before or after matters.
We fall in bed rolling on each other. She climbs on top facing away. Screaming like a cat in heat and grinding on me to orgasm. She stretches out next to me and is fast asleep. I get up quietly as possible. Slip into her shower for a quick rinse, I dress in the living room finding my clothes.
I look at her asleep. Tap her “need a ride to your car love?” I ask softly, as seeing me when you wake up can be disturbing.
“Car’s here the code is 1986”a groggy answer. I pull the covers over her and give her a kiss.
This was a good moment
I will tuck it away and keep it for when I need a little light underground. A wee bit of spring in a long winter, the tiger having gorged itself returns to its lair
