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Pussycat, Pussycat I hope someone likes this little piece. I dashed it off to boost my morale while I'm plodding my way through a much longer Placebo fic which I hope to present to you before too long. And, yes, this is a Placebo story if you look closely. Janet It wasn�t one of his usual clubs. His mate Alex, who was a bit poncy but alright, went there sometimes and had persuaded him to come along for the evening. "It�s a notch above those sleazy singles bars you like to hang around in," Alex had said. "Maybe you�ll meet a girl with a bit of class for a change, and stop tomcatting around." "A tomcat loves his pussy," he�d replied, which was very funny, but Alex hadn�t laughed as much as he had. Anyway, here they were and he was bored. All the girls he�d tried to chat up had poles up their arses and had given him the brush-off. Ugly bitches anyway, not up to his standards. Alex seemed to be having better luck, jammy bastard, and was dancing with some snooty tart right now. He sat at the table drinking and looking around at the crowd. A very tall thin blond man moved through the dancers like the mast of a galleon crossing the waves. When Alex came back to the table with the bint he�d picked up, he pointed out the blond boy and asked, "Who�s that long drink of water? D�you reckon it�d make it easier to pick up birds if you were as tall as that?" Alex and the bint looked where he was pointing and laughed. "He won�t be picking up many birds, I think," said the bint. "He comes in from time to time with a mate or two and everyone know he�s gay." He nearly choked on his drink at that. Fucken queers! They made his skin crawl. "What the hell does he come in here for then?" he spluttered. "Why doesn�t he stay in his queer bars and pick on other faggy boys? This is a normal person�s club!" Alex rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right. Thank god most people here are normal like you." The bint was looking as if she smelled something nasty. She turned to Alex and said pointedly, "Fancy another dance, pet? The conversation�s getting boring." So he was left alone again, with no-one to buy a fresh round. He decided to get himself another drink and check out the bar for talent at the same time. And there she was, leaning against the bar with her back to him. Cute arse in a short tight skirt. Nice legs. A quarter-view of a pretty face with soft dark hair curling around it. But for some reason what fascinated him most was her arms. She had one arm tucked behind her back where he could view it clearly, and the skin was as soft and white as anything he�d ever seen. He watched her for a few minutes and then, partly to make his presence felt and partly because he just wanted to, he reached out and trailed a finger down the length of her arm from shoulder to wrist. It was like stroking a kitten. Startled, she turned towards him, and he saw her face properly--not pretty like he�d thought, but fucken beautiful. Great big blue-green eyes with great big black eyelashes. Sensual mouth, and that pale velvety-looking skin. He grinned. "Hey, baby. You got a great-looking frame there. You wanna share some of that around?" You had to be direct, he kept trying to explain that to Alex. You had to lay your cards on the table, not waste time pussy-footing around. She looked at him appraisingly for a few seconds with narrowed eyes, then her face relaxed into a smile. She laughed a little to herself, as if amused at his daring. "Mm-hm," she said--nothing else--and moved herself closer to him. Cupping the back of his head in her hand, she brought her mouth onto his and slipped her tongue in briefly. He couldn�t believe his luck. After relishing the kiss for a minute, he started to move his hands down her body, but she pulled away at that--not resentfully, but shaking her head at him slightly, with that amused smile as if he were a naughty boy. She turned away and moved through the crowd, looking back at him flirtatiously over her shoulder. He tried to follow, but somehow lost her among the swirl of lights and bodies. Dammit. Never mind: a little goer like that, she�d find him soon enough if she wanted him. He�d bide his time. Sitting back at the table, though, he wondered if he was right; she�d come on like an easy bet at the bar, yet she hadn�t made much of an effort to let him catch her. As if she were just playing with him. A cock-teaser then? Alex and the bint rejoined him. "Not getting much action tonight, are you, mate? Funny how particular the girls in these places are." He bristled at the implication. "For your information, while you were jumping around I�ve been snogging a right tasty little piece," he boasted. "Really into it she was, I had me hands everywhere." "Oh, yeah?" said the bint sceptically. "Where is she then? Turned into a pumpkin at midnight, did she?" "No, she�s--" he looked around, and as if on cue she appeared in his line of vision, sauntering towards the exit. With the big blond queer, whose arm was draped around her shoulders. "Fucken hell!" he objected. "If that tart thinks she�s going to get some action from the fairy king there, she�s got another think coming! Serves the little slapper right when she finds out the truth!" They followed his gaze. "That�s no tart," said Alex. "That�s all you know, mate. That�s the bird I was snogging at the bar and I tell you she had her tongue down me throat till she was licking me appendix." The girl had reached the doorway. She glanced back, saw him looking at her, laughed, and blew him a sultry kiss, before disappearing into the night with her pouffe friend. Alex and the bint looked at each other and burst out laughing. "What the hell�s so funny?" he asked. So they told him... the end "I've been out dancing in a skirt and the only thing that gave me away was my voice." Home |