Oh. Dear. Mark, am I making you nervous?
I run my tongue over my lips and pause, mimicking his pose twenty feet down the block. Unfortunately, I don't smoke, so I can't copy Mark exactly, but I try. I tuck my right hand into the pocket on my pants and lift my chin up towards the gray sky. A slight drizzle drifts across my face like cobwebs.
“Hey nut job, you fucking crazy or something? What's your Goddamn problem?” I ignore Mark, as any proper shadow would. My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I decide to pull it out. Just to piss Mark off a little more.
Unknown number.
My spine curls as I open up the text message and stare at the words, so simple but yet dripping with malicious undertones, meanings hanging off the letters like rotten fruit.
Leave me alone.
My cock swells in my pants and my thumb brushes against the side of the phone in unfettered ecstasy. I glance up again and the ivy curls in my vision, shifts into hair as red as rubies, twists around my face and threatens to strangle me.
Audra Holiday.
She even signed her name on the text. How delightful.
“Fucking psycho,” Mark dribbles, tossing his cigarette to the sidewalk and leaving the cherry burning bright against the cracked cement. He starts to walk away, and I follow after, tucking my phone back into my pocket. My erection grinds against my slacks, throbbing with the need for a release. I'm sure the round bulge in my pants is frightening Mark. Good. I want him to get a taste of the fear he's inflicted upon the world simply by existing.
I pick up my speed, my loafers pounding a staccato rhythm against the damp concrete. When Mark hops a fence, his baggy sweatshirt snagging on the ragged top of the chain link fence, I smile, reaching down to run my fingers over my erection. My mind is not on Mark, though it should be. For whatever reason, I keep allowing myself to think of that girl, Audra. My mind is fixated on her perfect toes and the fabulously trashy black dress sliding up her creamy thighs.
My whole body shudders with need, and a growl escapes my throat. The sound surprises me, forcing me to clamp down on my emotions, reign myself in with ironclad control and blink heavily against the soft blush of rain against my face.
I wait a moment longer to make sure Mark believes he's outrun me and then cut through the alley on the far end of the fence. When I reach the other side, there's no sign of my target, but I know exactly where we're at, so it doesn't take me long to put a story together. Across the street, there are fresh footprints pressed into the muddy ground of the pathway. This particular path curls through a massive swath of park, winding around a small pittance of protected forest and ending up at my favorite bus stop. Not that I ever ride the bus, but were I so inclined, this is exactly the one I would take if I were heading to my neighborhood. Or Audra's.
Interesting.
I cross the street at a jog and continue at a light run until I spot Mark's curls bobbing down the path ahead of me. I don't get close enough for him to notice me though. Instead, I hang back and pull my cell back out, staring at Audra's message for a long while, trying to determine how she knew it was me last night.
A call to Pamela is in order, unfortunately. Considering my current mood, it's probably smarter to wait until I've calmed down a little, but my curiosity is ridiculously piqued. It's been a long, long while since any of my clients have spurred this much excitement in me. I pause by a copse of trees, noticing that Mark has slowed down for another cigarette.
I open up Audra's text message with one hand and use the other to unzip my pants. My fingers slide into the opening and find my cock, swollen and stiff, aching painfully. Leave me alone. The words are simple yet so meaningful. There are a hundred secrets etched into these letters. I slide my thumb over the screen, hissing with pleasure as I wrap my fingers around my dick. Leave her alone? Oh, hardly. If Audra Holiday wanted me to leave her alone, she never would've sent me that text message. I'm intrigued. Fascinated. Turned on.
I pump my cock quickly, gliding my fingers along the underside of my shaft, tickling cum from the head with an expert touch. I don't linger, don't taste the ashy pleasure resting on the back of my tongue. I get the job done, clean my fingers off with a wet wipe from my pocket and move on.
By the time I get to the bus stop, Mark is already climbing on, glancing over his shoulder. Presumably he's looking for me. This makes me smile. I wait until he's seated and the doors of the bus are closing before I move forward and catch them at the last second, sliding my way on at the last possible moment. I sit right in the front, folding my suit jacket in my lap to hide my erection. Yes, I've got another one. I won't be satisfied until my darkness is sated. I close my eyes and imagine hot blood running down my fingers and pooling on the floor in sticky globs. I don't exactly have a plan for Mark yet, but I'll come up with one. I'm being spontaneous today. How exciting.