The She Devil
From Infictive
Like a steaming cup of hot chocolate hazel coffee her topaz eyes watched me from across the table.
I knew she was an agent, but I could feel my groin swell.
This was going to be a tough one.
Venusian agents had been targeting me for a while, but this one was under my skin.
She lit a cigarette at the table which alerted me to the fact that I was no longer in California. Smoke trailed from her lips and marred the words from my hearing. I nodded dumbly.
The cuervo was going to my head...
I had not seen Toxickmuse in hours...or a few of the boys as well. Hmmm.
As if his thought had the power to summon me, I emerge from a curtained alcove in the back of the room. Completely bald, skin the color of old bone, primitive tattoos over the left half of my body. Cute, old school Venusian, I think to myself as I head toward Titan's table, pausing only to grab a couple cups of coffee.
"She just told you she wants to fuck you with Carney's Dildo Mask," I tell him, irony curling out of my mouth like the Venusian agent's smoke rings. "What is that, Cuervo?" I laugh throatily. "Have some coffee, Chris."
I look at the agent, her topaz eyes swirling in the freckled light. "Are we sure she's Venusian?" I ask, daring her to speak. "Smells more like she's from Sirius, to me."
But it was too late. The agent had Titan completely under her spell. His mind floated off into a dimension full of hazy raspberry and hazelnut swirls...
