Candy

Candy walked into the dimly lit joint briskly, taking each step in a calculated manner, her face held up. Her curvaceous body, tightly hugged by her short dress swayed rhythmically. As she walked towards the counter, men turned their necks each of them unable to contain their lust and euphoria. She knew it, the effect she had on the male species, and she liked it.
“You are late…again Candy,” Maya blurted out. She wasn't amused.

“Please, Maya spare me, I don't want no trouble. Let me work,” she answered barely looking at her. Her thoughts hovered around as she contemplated her moves. Last night, she scored poorly and her daughter is soon heading back to school. School fees ain't gonna pay itself.
She spotted a table where two gentlemen sat without bottles on their table signifying want for attendance.

“Good evening gentlemen, what can I get you?” She unleashed a killer smile exposing her milky teeth and cherry lips. Her eyes gleamed in the dim light complementing the slow music playing in the background. The gentlemen made their order as she scribbled them down. Then she again pulled her killer smile and proceeded to serve them. She wasn't feeling them. Their demeanour wasn't beneficial to her but the night was still young.

Candy knew patience as a virtue. She believed in waiting for the right moment and she knew the hour. It was a cold night, as if to signify her bad luck. At 0200 hours she noticed a gentleman seated at a corner. The gentleman appeared lonely. Instinctively, she walked up to him and coquettishly remarked;

“Hey there darling, is the night treating you badly?” Her killer smile caught his attention and she knew she had him.

“Yes sweetheart, come sit by my side and bless me with your warmth.” He didn't believe his luck. Tonight was the night. It had to be.

Candy pretended to listen to the gentleman while he went on and on ranting about the usual stuff. Nothing intriguing, but Candy had her eye on the price.

“Tell you what, let's continue this chat some other time,” Candy interjected knowing too well that a lone gentleman would not let her go. “No please, am sorry I must've bored you. Hey, let's go some place else, what time do you get off?”

Jackpot!

“Within the next hour,” she had him exactly where she wanted him.

The duo walked out of the club laughing hand in hand. He had a sense of humour, she liked him. He opened the door for her – that’s what gentlemen in this century do. He drove off to a hotel room and as soon as they were in, their clothes flew in all directions. The raging fire of their flesh couldn't wait to consume them; they couldn’t wait to be consumed by it. Each in the other’s arms.

She was lost in his lascivious caresses. It was all good until he held her by her neck, and squeezed. Confused, she tried easing herself from his hands which were now clutching her neck tightly. She started choking and felt a sliver of panic blossoming within her.

“Is this how Candy likes it? You like it? Huh?” He whispered into her ears while licking them. His slimy saliva stuck on her neck like something filthy and unwanted. Hard to imagine she had been kissing the same mouth a minute ago. Tears ran down either side of her eyes, she looked into his eyes pleadingly, but the glare in his eyes was hellish. He wasn't relenting. He shoved himself inside her, and with each thrust tightening his grasp. She struggled. His weight on her didn't help matters. Slowly, her eyes rolled back and life was on the brink of letting go when he eased up his grip. She heaved, taking in all the air she could. She remembered her daughter. Her sweet reason to live, her life. She wondered if she would make it home to her by morning. She felt her world crumbling, her hand, her own doing was bringing down the world around her. She couldn’t blame anyone, and she didn't blame anyone but herself.

His mouth frothing, he rode her towards a violent apogee. He grinned and thrust even harder, and with each painful thrust, he punched her tummy. And then he was at the tip of his climax into oblivion, but instead of quitting, he punched her even harder and a lethal dose of pain greeted her nerves. She groaned as he proceeded to beat her into a pulp.

Like a rabid mongrel he continued attacking her body. He wasn't going to stop, no amount of pleading could hold his fist.

She gave up trying.

He knew he had her where he wanted her to be. It was as if pummelling her body on the hotel-room bed was the orgasm he had worked himself into. He felt a certain rush, as if he was getting high on the whole thing. When he was sure that she was out, he kissed her bleeding cherry lips, covered her bruised body; pulled himself off her body, picked his clothes, stuffed his thing into his pants and walked out of the hotel-room whistling.

Candy.

By Janet Kilel