Angel Witch

Angel Witch Angel Witch

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Genre: Memoir

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Status: Finished

Genre: Memoir

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A short story about pushing back on a relationship and chasing desire and lust.

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A short story about pushing back on a relationship and chasing desire and lust.

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Submitted: January 31, 2012

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Submitted: January 31, 2012

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Here I was sat in the bar again looking for this girl.  It was a few days ago that I had spotted her and had vowed to go back and find her. The promise in her smile and the evident darkness that shone from her eyes made certain that I’d return. I had spoken to her for a short time then. But she was more engrossed with my friend then. He gleaned some information from her, she was 30.  By the size of the rock on her hand she had some sap, she confirmed this. ‘He’s American’ she said as if it didn’t matter, proudly displaying the ring, we are getting married. ‘So why are you working here? ‘My friend asked. ‘Oh I’m just bored, nothing to do if he’s not here and I’m number 1 girl.’‘Fair enough’ replied my friend. Who were we to argue with that logic? Thus one of the benefits from being morally flexible to, hence the easy dismissal of her marital status. If some guy was stupid enough to get involved with a go go girl and then leave her alone for months on end then more fool him.

 Having spent my time earlier in the evening trying to get rid of a girl who was to full on. I didn’t want to see her, But she’d insisted, guilt tripped me into it even. So I had been sat down some street, eating my favourite, crispy pork noodles. That was the only good thing about being there at that point. Stilted conversation, talking endless crap about her latest job. She had a Christmas present for me to, ‘I’ll open it later’ I said. By the look of it some effort had gone into wrapping. It only heightened my awkward feeling because she wasn’t getting anything from me. Her gift was in my room, It would have undone all the hard work I had put in trying to push her away. I was getting the sad puppy dog eyes from across the table. Jesus wept, this was painful. Not that I was bothered by the sending her on her way. I hadn’t really cared to start. It was just convenience that made me tolerate her for that bit longer than most girl’s .So the puppy dogs eyes did nothing but annoy me more. I made some excuse that I had to meet a friend. ‘Oh, I’ll come with you’ she said and assumed. That was that last straw. ‘No, you can’t come, I’m going to get drunk, you should go home’ I said it a little harsher than I meant to. But fuck, she was wasting my time. The watery eyes were put on. I ignored it, paid the bill, ‘very tasty noodles’ I said to the old guy running  the stall, He smiled in acknowledgement,  I’d be coming back, hopefully with a girl who wasn’t crying into her noodles. It was a short walk to the train, she carried on talking. I just grunted, not wanting to engage in anything more. Hopefully she’d got the picture but you never can tell with some woman. Unluckily for me she was going the same way on the train. The only thing on my mind was the dark smile from a couple nights before. The train seemed to languish at each stop for an eternity, the sad puppy eyes on me the whole time expecting a last minute reprieve. My stop came, the doors opened and I walked of leaving the puppy eyes behind me.

I wandered down the steps from the platform to street level and weaved my way through the street bars, food stalls and girls trying to pull me into their own small setup. The bars usually consisted of a few tables, chairs and music that would be competing with four other bars in close proximity. Good places to carry on drinking till sunrise, maybe later. I took some time at a bar and sunk a few beer’s to take the edge of my bad mood and used the chance to open the well wrapped box to find a short knitted scarf. Great, what do I need a scarf for in this hot weather. It’s not even long enough to put round my neck. What was she thinking?  I stuffed it back in the box and made my way to find the girl who was occupying my thoughts. I found her in the bar. She’d been busy entertaining another customer .But I got her attention as she walked past, bought her a drink as etiquette demanded, we both took tequilas and touched glass and said cheers, we talked , she claimed to remember me or at least recognise me. I asked her how much her tits cost as they were clearly fake.18,000baht  ‘what? each one? ‘She politely laughed at my poor attempt at humour. Evidently intrigued by the box I was carrying she inquired as to its contents. So I showed the short knitted scarf and explained its origins. She seemed puzzled and said ‘It’s a very romantic thing?’  ‘No, not romantic for me, It’s a fucking pain in the arse is what it is’ and that made her laugh. ’Stupid fucking scarf ‘I was thinking. She then edged over on the seat and pressed her body against mine and asked if I to wanted to pay the bill. Which actually meant ‘do you want to pay my bar fine’ I knew she only went short time. (She had to be home by 3am to Skype her yank husband or else he got suspicious)  I hadn’t bothered to ask what her price was. I didn’t give a fuck how much she was asking. I gestured the waitress over. Bill paid, she took my hand and led me outside and upstairs to the short time rooms.

I watched as her dress dropped to the floor, she was wearing black stockings and suspenders and a lace bra, the same she had been dancing in. Stood there in high heels, with a look on her face that would engulf you if you let it. She was dangerous this one. I sat on the edge of the bed. In the dingy room that I had got for ninety minutes. It was clean enough, sure as shit I had been in rougher, dirtier places. She took a few steps towards me and sat on my lap and started kissing me. This was a girl I wouldn’t be forgetting, after we’d finished, laying there I thought. ‘I have not fucked like that in months’. She was wild the way she fucked and gave me a few slaps in the face which made me smile because normally you got to ask for that kind of filth this chick didn’t need asking. It was worth coming back to find her. We got showered, dressed and made inane conversation. She walked me down the stairs gave me a kiss good night. Told me to come back soon then disappeared of into the crowds. No doubt heading back to her bar. I strolled out into the still busy street.  It was only 1am and with my mind still swirling with the past couple of hours I took a taxi and headed home smirking all the way.


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