Friday Flash Fiction time again and this week I’m early. Cormac gave us another older starter sentence this week, that Mike Macrum gave a long time ago. All we had to do was come up with a story using that starter sentence.
Sounds easy…….well why don’t you try it one week. 🙂
Anyway, here’s my attempt for this week. Starter sentence in italics.
*** WARNING! ADULT CONTENT! ***
I heard footsteps on the wet sidewalk and the sound of keys and panicked. I’d heard the noise through the open window. She’d told me he wasn’t due home for at least another forty five minutes.
“What the fuck? You said he’d be ages yet.”
“He was supposed to be.”
“Well you’d better get your clothes on; I’m not getting caught like this, for nobody. Come on, shake a leg.”
“Alright, alright, give me a chance.”
Still naked, I sneaked a look out the window and caught site of his silhouette and then a shadow cast onto the slick pavement. If the shadow was anything to go by he was a big fucker, so I certainly didn’t want any trouble.
Soft, muffled footsteps sounded behind me and then I felt hot breath on my neck.
“You’d better cover this up,” she said, clasping her slender fingers round my manhood. “Here are your boxer shorts.”
I turned to face her, and she wearing a wicked smile that was a dark shade of crimson from a fresh application of lipstick. She kissed me hard and then dropped to her knees, taking me into her mouth. We were on the fourth floor which didn’t give us much time, but with adrenaline coursing through my veins like water that had crashed through a dam, it didn’t take her too long to finish me off.
She stood up in front of me, wiping the corners of her smiling mouth. She gave a cheeky wink and then turned away and walked towards the bedroom door.
“Thanks for everything,” she said, “Your money is in an envelope on the kitchen worktop.”
“Thanks,” was all I could come up with.
“I’ll tell him you’re using the bathroom. How long will we have to wait until we eat?”
Pulling on my whites and tying my bandanna round my head I said, “I can have the first course ready in ten to fifteen minutes. Thanks, Mrs Lightfoot, for…err, everything.”
“No problem. Expect a few phone calls from my girlfriends. We’ll be keeping you busy.”
She closed the door and I heard her walking down the corridor and into the living room to meet her husband at the front door.
I sat down on the bed and tied the laces of my trainers. Two months ago I was working sixteen hours a day for a half decent living. This free lance chef work was going to be the best move of my life, well, until their husbands find out.
But then that will be a whole other story…
Let me know what you think. Good or bad, I can take it……….