The wind was swishing leaves, swirling dust into the air and lifting skirts. Hans stared at long brown legs as he staggered out of the bar opposite the tram stop. His eyes crept upwards, halted at the face that could belong to any exotic place. Its beauty, a fusion races, urged him closer.
Seen her at that stop before, thought Hans. Makes me think of chocolate. Is she’s as sweet as she looks?. Face flushed with wine, the bony man stumbled across the street.
“Hello, Miss.” He rocked unsteadily on the sidewalk’s edge.
“Hello,”
“Waiting for someone?”
“Sort of.” Small eyes, full strawberry-painted lips seemed to fill her brown, oval face. Dark hair flowed to her waist.
“How much?”
“How much what?” She glared at him.
“What’s your price?”
“You… mean…. to fuck you?” Her laughter rode the night wind. Plucking a mobile phone from her purse, she spoke a strange language in a tone bordering on hysterical, then flipped the phone shut and folded her arms. “I’ll give you an unforgettable time.” They waited.
He jumped, startled by the car’s honk when it pulled up. The woman rushed to the car and spoke, hands waving in the air, voice rising and falling like a roller coaster.
“Come,” she said, sweetly. “Get into the back. Meet my girlfriends.”
“God damned. So many chocolate faces.” Hans’ penis stiffened.They punched his head, stomach and crotch. Slowly the faces melted.
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