SEVEN HOURS LATER
Mia
sighed with satisfaction, slipping The Clitoriser back into its box. She’d had
her play, now it was time for some work. Equipped with some dark sunglasses and
a trench coat to hide her identity, a leather whip for protection (or
pleasure), and some Sisterhood of Travelling Witches standard issue jeans for
good luck, Mia was ready for action. Mia set out like any detective in search
of information, and –unable to decide between the pubs- made her way to the
bar.
Inside,
it was filled with a haze of cigarette smoke so thick that she couldn’t see the
fire exit signs she assumed she would have to use. Sliding up to the bar, Mia
caught the attention of the bartender with a quick flash of her tits, before
ordering a schooner of Extra Stout Guinness Beer.[1]
Mia took a swig of her beer before turning to the man seated on the stool next
to her. He was alternating between taking sips from his glass of whiskey and
tearing junks from an unwashed, raw potato. Taking a deep breath, Mia put on
her most charming smile, the type of smile that a tiger would give to a gazelle
before devouring its children in front of it. This was as good a place to start
as any.
With
her oddly specific smile Mia began to make conversation, “Hi there, ‘tis a
lovely town you have here.”
The
drinker swallowed part of his potato before giving a small grunt in agreement,
he didn’t look up from his whiskey. Mia widened her friendly smile and threw in
some battering of the eyelids for extra effect, “I’m sure the people are lovely
here too”.
The
man crunched away at his potato for a long moment before nodding his head, but
didn’t even turn to look at her. Mia sighed, she would have to turn up the heat
on this interrogation, “You see, I just moved here, and I’m ever so lonely.” She gently placed her
hand on top of the man’s crotch.
This
got his attention, and whiskey and potato spluttered from his mouth in
surprise. “I’m new to this part of the world and I was wondering if …er…there
was anything…odd or say mysterious I should be looking out for?” Mia simpered,
exercising all her powers of subtlety. “Anything a big, strong man such as
yourself could protect a feeble, young, desperate
girl such as me from” she added.
“Funny you should say that, little Missy” the man said,
puffing out his chest, “There have been a series of mysterious slayings of late. Slayings of the like that no man could
be behind them.”
Mia feigned a gasp, and widened her eyes in faked fear.
“You
see, Gnéas Capall is no ordinary
village. Things happen here, mystifying things.
Not just one week ago, O’Connell’s prize sheep gave birth to a two headed
serpent, and O’Brian’s chickens were found inexplicably inside out! Mark my
words; this is a town of magic. It is said that a demonic beast has been
roaming the woods, sneaking into town under the light of the full moon, seeking
for the blood of virgins. But don’t worry, no harm shall befall you, as long as
you stick close by my side” he finished with a hearty wink.
“Trying
to pick up again, are you Seamus?” a voice laughed from behind Mia, “If
everything Seamus said were true we would have been overrun by Chupacabras and
Yetis long ago, although, the milk has been oddly green of late.”
Turning,
Mia’s heart began to palpitate-it was the highlander from the meadow! He winked
at her knowingly.
“Nice
to meet you properly” he said, extending a hand.
Mia
felt herself growing red, unsure whether to be embarrassed or pleased that he
recognised her. “You too,” she managed to say, shaking his hand. His grip was
firm, his fingers strong; his hands slightly callused from work, yet gentle and
loving. She imagined what it would feel like to have them roaming all over her
naked body. She felt herself moisten down there.[2]
“The
name’s Raphael” the highlander continued, his smile making Mia’s nipples
harden.
“Oh!”
exclaimed Mia, “How beautiful… yet manly. I’m Mia, I just moved here.”
Raphael
roughly pushed Seamus of his seat, and sat down beside Mia. “I know. I’ve been with
every woman in this town, and there is no way I could have missed a face as
pretty as yours” he said, looking at her breasts. Mia felt her clitoris swell.
‘Oh, so he’s very experienced,’ thought Mia, ‘as well as very well endowed’ she
added, noticing a promising bulge in the man’s tight leather pants. “You’re too
kind” she swooned, her sex lips opening, “And I’m sure my face wouldn’t be the
only thing you’d remember”.
They continued their playful banter over a number of drinks
until the sun was beginning to set, and Mia’s panties were soaked right through
and Raphael’s erection was threatening to tear through his pants. As her juices
began to drip down her leg, Mia reluctantly knew it was time for her to leave;
at least she’d be able to get a few more hours out of the Clitoriser tonight.
[1]
Extra Stout Guinness: Crafted to perfection for over 200 years. Crack it open,
and the first sip tastes as fresh as ever. The unmistakeable deep-dark colour.
The crisp hint of roasted barley, the fresh breeze of hops. The refreshing
bite. The bittersweet reward.
Pure
beauty. Pure GUINNESS®. Buy one in a liquor store near you today!
[2] In
her vagina.
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