Last Dance
Keywords: Dance, Last,
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I have what's there tied up," she... he said, removing the panties.
I stared at a strange contraption that looked like a cross between a thong and a chastity belt. He untied it and pulled it away. I looked at a loose sack of balls and just above, a tiny penis peeking from just above.
"It will get a little larger when I pee, and it's been confined for some time, so it kind of retracted. It's a little larger normally, though I have never been big."
I silently stood up and got dressed as he sat on the bed. Tears rolled down his face, but he didn't say anymore. When I finished dressing I walked to the door and stepped outside. I headed to the elevator and rode down to the lobby. As the doors opened I walked out toward the beach, the whole time repeating to myself, "He, he, he."
On the beach I walked toward the water, listening to the waves tumble onto the sand. I looked up the beach to the pavilion where the festival was held. Thinking back on the afternoon I pictured the dance again, dancing with him, the way I felt as the sun slowly sank in the sky. Why, why did he come onto me like this?
I turned quickly and walked back to the hotel. I rode back up the elevator, determined to get an answer from him. I was determined to find why he chose me; there were plenty of others for him. Why me?
I pulled the key from my pocket and opened the door; he was going to answer me now. I stepped into the room and looked to the bed. He... she slowly stood up facing me, trembling. She looked at me terrified; terrified I am sure of what I might do to her.
"Look, I won't hurt you. I just need to know..." I paused and looked at her closely. She had removed her wig and the light hair was a mess. Mascara ran down her face and had dripped onto her breasts. She stood shaking... And I remembered the dance, the dusty wooden dance floor and how the smoke and dust formed a light orange haze this afternoon. I remembered how we danced into another world, a world all our own.
"What do you want to know?" she asked.
"Just when are you getting that operation?" I said, slowly smiling.
She beamed, rushing to me and grabbing me tight. Her breast pressed against my chest as we kissed and kissed. When we surfaced for air, I looked at her quizzically.
"Soon," she replied, "very soon."
"Good," I said as I leaned to kiss her again.
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Keywords: Dance, Last,