Sinister Beauty

         “Wanna come in?”

         I stared for a moment, my mind trying to compute what she had said. Did I want to come in? The question seemed simple enough—a yes or no response, really. There shouldn’t have been anything more to it. After all, I had driven her home. Why wouldn’t I want to come in?
         My eyes scanned the figure of the woman before me. She stood on the upper doorstep of her apartment, favoring her left side, her hips slightly unleveled with the gentle lean of her body. The small, nondescript apartment key dangled from her finger. Her other hand rested casually on her pelvis, her pearly white nails shining under the crescent moon. Tina was her name? Mandy was it? Or was it Allison? Hell, who would ever know?
         She was wearing a red cocktail dress, smooth and velvet. My eyes traced the movement of the fabric, rolling with the easy slope of her shoulders, diving into the shadow of her cleavage, and then, at last, falling downward as her rounded hips gave way to a pair of lightly tanned legs. Her silver stilettos raised her feet at a noticeable angle, giving her long legs a most striking appearance. Hard as I tried, I found my vision returning continually to the site of her half-exposed chest. A necklace, some sort of embroidered golden trinket, hung from her neck, and the southernmost tip disappeared rapidly, finding safe abode between her breasts.
         So the question remained. Did I want to come in? The glazed look in her eyes was more than enough. I felt the warm buzz of vodka somewhere in my brain. Smiling, I answered her.

         “Of course.”

         She smiled in return, batting her thick lashes as she turned to face the door. Calmly, I strode to her side. Her fingers were shaking noticeably as she tried to unlock it, and I took her hand, steadying the key in its place. She laughed as I helped her turn it.
         “Oh… I thinka ’had a itsy bitsy too much!”
         “You’ve got it,” I reassured. “Easy does it. There you go.”
         The door swung open with a click and we entered into the gloom of her home. It was warm inside despite the relative cold of the weather. I gave the door a push and it closed. When the sound of the wind from outside disappeared, I turned to see her.
         Taking the first move, I slipped my hands to her waist. She allowed me to fully encircle her, and I pulled her closer. Her strawberry perfume lingered in the air, peppered with the scent of alcohol, sweet and poignant to my senses. The mascara around her eyes was like a black spiraling tunnel, pulling me into the alluring depth of her iris, forcing my heart to skip a beat. “Hey there,” she whispered, and I could smell the fresh Tequila on her breath.
         I leaned in to kiss her. She gave no protest. Our lips met in sync, the eclectic blend of alcohol and spirits mingling pleasantly in our exchange. Her tongue moved drunkenly across my teeth and roof of my mouth; her lip gloss glided gently with our motions. I pulled her closer, fastening my hands at the firm dip above her pelvis.
         We kissed for what seemed like only moments, and then she broke free, her bloodshot eyes suddenly alight. “Come on!” she urged, half-whisper, half-shout. She grabbed my hand, leading me onward as we ascended the stairs. Her stilettos clomped with every step, and I pursued cautiously, ready at any moment to catch her lest she fell.
         When we reached the top, she pulled me to the right, down the central hallway of the second floor. There was a door half ajar. She was guiding me toward it. Quickly, I stopped her. She whipped her head around, surprised to see me impeding. Again, I pulled her closer, this time swinging her body till her back collided with the wall. As I kissed her, pinning her against the wall, I lent my hands to the task. I could feel the thong line beneath her dress, and I caressed rapidly, working my fingers up and down the small of her back. She shuddered against me as I kissed her nape, and I slid the left strap of her dress to shoulder’s edge. With her dress now slightly ruffled, I leaned in, and my lips brushed the top of her breast. She moaned slightly, and I felt her arms wrap around my neck.
         As I felt the blood boil in my veins, I pulled away. My hands dropped from her waist, and she slid back to the floor. Panting softly, she watched me, and I saw her eyes drop below waist level. She gazed at my pants for a moment, and then she offered a devious smile. Grabbing me by the head, she pulled my lips to hers. I received her immediately, grunting as she sucked my tongue.
         We stumbled backwards through the door, kissing and undressing. We were now in what looked like her master bedroom. The room itself was no bigger than normal size, but the bed at the center, undoubtedly a queen size at least, was the obvious focal point. It had a canopy of white, with four, tall, wooden posts, each one uniquely different, carved in the shapes of ancient mythological creatures.
         As I slipped my kakies to the floor, she—Mandy, I believe—plucked loose the buttons on my shirt. I groaned, and then she was feeling me, her wet lips leaving puddles of saliva across my chest and abdomen. My work was far less than hers, and I made no effort to refrain, pushing loose both her dress straps in one fell swoop. Once to the wayside, I slipped the red velvet away, and Mandy shimmied her hips, shaking loose her clothing as if hatching from an egg. To my surprise, she was virtually bare underneath. She had taken the liberty to forgo the standard bra, and the only thing that remained on her bare body was the thin line of a thong. The G-string glimmered with tiny rhinestones, and I gave it only brief attention, before unstringing the loop in the back.
         Once Mandy’s fingers pulled loose my boxers, I paused. Though the fire raged within me, I suddenly felt the need to wait. I stepped back, my eyes absorbing the woman before me.
         She was beautiful. A woman of incredible looks, her young and exuberant body bathed in the bronze glow of unblemished skin. The shadows of the room seemed to enswathe her hips and breasts, capturing each profoundly regal leg, lending provocation to the dip of her cleavage, accentuating the inviting crevice between her thighs. Sable hair tumbled neatly to her shoulders, glinting with moonlight, contrasting almost majestically with the boldness of her feminine curves. As I followed her leg, I noticed a small tattoo by her right heel. White cherubs danced about a golden heart, serving foreground to a landscape of drifting nimbuses.
         I felt my feet guide me closer, until at last I was holding her. I said nothing; I merely stared, my eyes flicking wondrously across her face. And then I smiled and the spell was broken.
         I pushed her downward, and she plumped to the soft mattress with a laugh.
         “Not yet, not yet!” she giggled. I stood above her, at the base of the bed, my eyebrows raised. “What’s left?”
         Mandy gently pulled the necklace from around her head, and, with utmost care, set it down on the bureau beside her bed. She turned back to me then, and scooted to the center position of the giant mattress, her eyes locked to my stiffening phallus. With her back slightly curved, her rounded breasts up-tilted ever slightly, and her legs bent at the knees and open in hospitable fashion, I knew she was ready.
         Like a schoolboy on a trampoline, I jumped to the bed. Mandy was still wearing her stiletto heels, but I made no mention of the matter. Their presence made the whole thing all that more erotic, and I was not about to ruin such potential for unconventional pleasure.
         My eyes fell calmly on the sloping crease between her legs. Taking care to push the hair aside, I lowered myself between her thighs. Mandy touched her fingernails to my shoulder, guiding me as I assumed position. When at last I was confident, I leaned my whole body forward until my chest met the hardened tips of her nipples.
         By this point, our foreplay had prepared me well, and I entered Mandy with remarkable ease. Her legs tightened reflexively against my sides as I slid through, but then, almost instantly, they returned to normal, and I heard Mandy sigh in contentment.
         She encircled me with her legs, stilettos resting atop my lower back, and I allowed her to grip my shoulders for leverage. I started with a gentle rock, as if swaying a baby, and I envisioned the way she looked inside. I fought the urge to go to rapidly, and I slowed my engorgement, calming myself as my phallus bloated inside her.
         Though far drunker than me, Mandy could sense what I was trying to do, and she began to massage my shoulders, adding a methodic roll to her hips. She breathed in tempo with our rhythm, her diaphragm expanding against my chest, the hair between her legs gently abrading my hot flesh.
         My mouth sought the slant of her neck. I kissed right below the chin, marveling at the smoothness of the expanse. I tasted her perfume even more; I could smell everything, the summer fragrance, the small but fiery drips of Vodka, the clean, womanly layer of sweat just beginning to evolve. Mandy’s fingers rustled through my hair; her left hand lay against my shoulder, issuing no more than a soft squeeze, a wordless order to continue. The blood grew hot in my veins. I raised my head to see her.
         As I looked at Mandy’s face, her half-open mouth, her dark, lascivious expression, I felt my body ready to explode. Knowing no alternative, I looked away. My lips inevitably ended between her cleavage, and I kissed hungrily, sucking on her nipples. Mandy groaned as I did, and she arched her back in response. I felt her moisten between the legs, and I gave my first thrust.
         There came a shrill gasp as I jolted the bed. Mandy reached her arms out to the side, seizing fistfuls of the white bed sheets. She clutched them tightly, and I throttled once more, this time sending a shudder through her chest and breasts. Her abdomens constricted against me, and her pelvis jerked in retort.
         “You like that?” she breathed.
         I smiled.
Another thrust. Another. And another.
         Streaks of sweat made our friction effortless. I reeled in the motions, grunting heavily as my phallus glided back and forth. Mandy’s stilettos loosened against my lower spine. I jolted again. This time, they fell off. I could feel her cool toenails furling against my skin. Her breaths came hot and gusty. My mind was reeling.
         With my hands at her hips, I guided her along, her wet breasts bobbing against me, her stomach glistening with sweat. As the moments ensued, I grew vaguely aware of my own body’s reaction. My member was trembling between her thighs, as rigid as a pole, and I gouged with it, dedicating my every fiber to the task.
         Again and again I stabbed. Mandy whimpered. Her mouth was shaped as an O. Her eyelids were closed. She tilted her head back against the plush, feather pillow beneath.
         As I churned and sputtered, I could sense a mutual reaction. The vaginal muscles convulsed about my organ, fueling my lust, feeding my desire. The burn was unlike anything before, so painful, yet so desirable.
         “You got it…” she muttered.
         I groaned. It was so close. There was only so much I could take. Mandy gasped. “Not yet.” She pulled me close till her arms and legs enveloped me. Her long thighs slid to my middle back. Her fingernails clipped my shoulders. I felt her outlet expand. I drove deeper.
         And then, suddenly, the world was spinning. I felt my body succumb to her power. I rolled with the change, covers and sheets flailing in the maelstrom. I kept my arms secured to her waist, my body firmly pressed to hers. But things had changed.
         I was on the bottom now. I watched, like a subservient slave, as Mandy rose up before me. Her hands lay palm down on my chest, her fingers gently caressing the flesh. As her body curved to a vertical position, I grunted. The blood flow to my loins was leaving me hazy. Through the vision I could see that our union was still intact. Against all conceivable odds, Mandy began to thrust. Except this time, it was I who went along for the ride. My phallus, unyieldingly stiff, strained inside her. I could see the mauve veins riding up along the shaft until they at last disappeared, half-entrenched in the expanding entrance of her vagina.
         She jerked her body up and back, curving both head and spine till her eyes found the ceiling. I grunted. Mandy’s torso convulsed with each breath; she exhaled in piercing huffs, shaking but holding, hands now clenching the sheets. “Yes…” she moaned.
         My phallus felt as if it would snap. I ground my teeth.
         Once more Mandy reared backwards, tugging the whole of my body with her. I bit my lip with the pressure. I could barely contain myself. Mandy eyed me as she rocked, and she yanked again, challenging me to counter.
         The smile on her face spurred something inside me. Groaning, I jerked my pelvis, plunging fully into the wetness of her womanhood. She gasped ecstatically. I saw the flesh swell around her vagina, and before Mandy could thrust again, I pulled her downward.
         Her controlled breathing ended there. The whipcord strength in my arms sent her careening into my chest. Mandy panted. I expected her to rise again, but instead she remained against me, head resting sideways below my chin. She looked downward to see that our union was intact and caught only a fleeting glimpse of my phallus before it disappeared entirely between her legs.
          “A..little…bit…more,” she huffed. My member trembled inside her. “Come…on…” Mandy pleaded. “Almost…”.
         She shot up again. I watched her jerk forward, fingers gripping the bed mantle.
         It was too much to bear. I released. The pain and pleasure erupted in one harmonious flood. I yelled out, my voice matched by the shrill cry of Mandy’s release, both our bodies convulsing in one ultimate wave of bliss. I gripped her hips as I felt her fluids meet my own. And then like that, it was over.
         Mandy collapsed forward into my arms, gasping for air.
         I held her as she reclaimed her breath. She seemed smaller now, cradled in my arms. Her shining cascade of hair had been reduced to haggard strands. Her makeup had run with the sweat and exertion, her face was paler too, her mouth was partially open, plush lips free of the gloss that had once been.
         There was a natural beauty to her looks that I couldn’t explain. Though my muscles ached from our coupling, I knew that the fire was still there, still alive in my veins.
         I allowed Mandy to ease from my arms, and she scooted to the side. As she lay on her back, eyes watching me, I descended her. My lips made their way down her chest, south of her abdomens, until at last my head rested between her thighs.
         Mandy rustled slightly as I kissed her vulva, her head craning to see me, her thighs swaying gently against my temples. I felt her stir even more as I penetrated with my tongue, and she drew a sharp breath as I met her clitoris.
         When at last I pulled away, Mandy returned the favor. She pushed me to the bed, and I sprawled subserviently. I closed my eyes as she went to work. My phallus returned to life, rising swiftly into her open mouth, turning moist and hard as Mandy’s tongue traversed it.
         I bit my lip as she sucked, trying impossibly to think of something else. Even behind closed eyelids, I could see it. Mandy’s glossed lips glided smoothly. Her head bobbed vigorously, her tongue leaving my phallus gleaming with saliva. The touch of her pearly fingernails against my organ left me breathless, and I peered down to see fresh fluid frothing against her tongue.
          “Somebody’s excited,” she chided. I groaned. Mandy made no effort to restrain; she sopped my secretion, her hands around the shaft, her fingers kneading the knot of muscle as if it were made of clay.
         When I finally came, Mandy was there to receive. I watched in awe as she sucked it clean, swallowing the semen in one swell gulp. Lightheaded and drained, I plopped my head to the pillow. Mandy followed suit.
         We lay for what seemed like ages. As the night rolled on, I could feel the chill from an open window. Gently, I stirred. Mandy slid to the side.
         “You can stay the night, if you’d like…” she said. Her face was turned away from me, but I could sense the softness in her voice. It seemed she had sobered considerably.
         “Would you like me to stay?” I asked. Mandy turned, and with a gentle smile, nodded. I returned the favor. “Then I’ll stay.” I waited a few moments for Mandy to fall asleep, and then I slipped to the bed’s edge. Once there, I dropped to the floor and began the task of collecting my clothes. As I found my pants and shirt, I came across the bureau where Mandy had laid her precious trinket. I picked it up and held it in my hands. It was valuable, comprised of pure gold, much heavier than I had initially thought. The necklace ended in a circular cut of diamond—a sapphire. The gem gleamed fully, consuming my eyes with light.
         Suddenly, I could feel Mandy’s eyes on my back. “It’s from my mother,” she said. “She gave it to me before she passed away.”
         “It must have meant a lot to her,” I whispered. I turned to look at Mandy. I had not expected her to wake. She nodded. “It’s the only thing my mother’s ever given to me.” Mandy swallowed. “Other than the disease that killed her…”
         I narrowed my eyes. Mandy shook her head slowly. “You inherited her disease?” Mandy nodded. “Yes…”
         “And what would that be?” I asked.
         Mandy searched my eyes.
“AIDS.”
         My heart nearly stopped in its track. “What did you say?” I asked, incredulous. Mandy repeated, this time more firmly. “I’m HIV positive. I was born with the AIDS virus.” I stepped away. My mind was racing. The wind had left my lungs. “Mandy, AIDS is spread through intercourse.”
         She nodded. “I know.”
         I stared at her, the blood in my brain simmering. To my amazement, she was smiling. I grabbed my pants and shirt, edging toward the bedroom door as I dressed. What could I do? How could this have happened? What had I done? “You gave my AIDS, Mandy…” My fists clenched at my sides. “You gave me fucking AIDS!”
         Her smiled widened. Where before there had been tenderness, drunken lust, now I saw nothing. Her eyes held no remorse. There was nothing there. Nothing but the cold, hard gleam of reality. I wanted to vomit. “Y-You lied to me,” I sputtered. “Jesus Christ, what’s wrong with you!?”
         Mandy shook her head. Her smile remained. “You’re mistaken, Benjamin. I never lied to you. You’re the one that lied to me.” I backed away. “What the hell are you talking about?”
         Mandy’s face tightened, her smile withering. “Oh, I think you know very well…” her voice came in a prolonged hiss. I stared at her, fuming. “Who the fuck are you!?”
         “Don’t you remember, Benjamin? You are the one that forced me to do all those shots at the party. You are the one who tried to get me drunk and then sleep with me.” She smiled. “Well, you succeeded, Benjamin. Congratulations. You enjoyed me, and I had the rare treat of enjoying you…”
         She cast her eyes to the socks in my hands. “And then you tried to sneak out. Even after telling me that you would stay the night. You lie to me, and then you try to steal the only thing that means anything to me: my mother’s necklace.”
         “Bullshit!” I screamed. “How can you say that? I didn’t get you drunk! You were already trashed as it was!” I took a step toward her, my emotions storming. “I offered to help you! I drove you home!” How could she do this? What kind of person would do this? I wanted to run, to leave. I wanted to wake up to find that this had been a dream. She had ruined my life. She had given me a death sentence.
         “Is this what you do?” I heard myself scream. “Is this what you do… fuck like there’s nothing to lose!?”
         Mandy again was smiling. I wanted to slap her. “You slut…you fucking, good for nothing sl—
         “Call me whatever you want,” Mandy interjected. She pursed her lips. “It doesn’t change who you are. You’re no different than me now. You and I, Benjamin, are one in the same.” She smiled. That horrible, merciless smile.
         I was on her before I could think. My muscles moved of their own accord, my clenched fist swinging inward, slicing the air as it found its target. Before I could stop, it hit. The crunch of Mandy’s jaw sent a shudder up my arm and shoulder. I felt the impact resonate, and then the coolness of fluid—blood—splashing my face and chest.
         Mandy fell silent as her head collided with the bedpost. She tumbled, body loose, eyes wide in dazed surprise. Except it didn’t end there.
         I continued on. My fists rained one after the other. Left, right, left, right. The tissue of her head gave way beneath my knuckles. Crimson spattered to the carpet and bed, her gargled words escaped through a shattered mouth. I felt the bone snap. My knuckles began to open with wounds, swollen and black. But I continued. I continued to release, relentless in my fury, my mind focused on only one objective.
         “Fucking bitch! Look at you now, you fucking bitch!”
Mandy was motionless. She had been silent for some time now, and I finally stopped. My eyes slid over the human ruin before me. Her skull was no longer recognizable. Neither were my hands. I stepped away from the widening puddle of blood. I was heaving, absolutely gasping. I could barely get enough air. I glanced to Mandy. She was motionless.
          Before I left the room, I went to retrieve her necklace. I scooped it quickly, placing it in my pocket. As I made my way down the hall, I turned into the open bathroom. I washed my hands rapidly, scrubbing the blood from my clothes. It was infected blood now. Blood tainted with AIDS.
         I found some clothes in Mandy’s closet that were for men. She must have kept them from previous encounters. I slipped into something nice, a collared shirt and kakis. I smiled. It would be perfect. Not a single woman would be able to resist. I’d fuck whoever I’d want.
         As I exited the home, I shot a glance to the moon. The night was young. That bitch Mandy had given me a curse. Now it was time to share it.