AT REBECCA'S FEET (Humor and Crime) EPISODE 1

Intro
Temptation in Cubana Lounge.

I thought I had seen it all but the moment I saw her, time stood still. My past and all I thought I had seen became pale; even the loud hip hop song from the sound system became as noisy as the barking sound of a mad dog. One look was enough: just a glance froze the content of my belly and pumped excess blood to my head.

As she walked towards me, I fixed my eyes on her face. She saw the effect she had on me, and smiled. I knew I would fall into her temptation. I knew it and didn’t care. I perceived that tangling with a lady like her could be dangerous and didn’t care about that either. Slowly, she walked like a tigress hunting a prey and passed me by. But nothing would stop me from falling into her trap. There must be a lot to gain. A woman with a figure like hers must be something else behind the closed doors - I appealed to my conscience to justify its weakness - if she wasn’t, then nothing on earth was real.

She was small and perfectly created, her cloth was fashioned in a manner that would show her beautiful shape. Her face housed a pair of bold eyes, a small nose, and lips that kept me wondering if she was a porn star. She walked seductively to the transparent door, pushed it carelessly and slid into the VIP.

The lounge bouncers murmured inaudible greetings as she walked onto the stage. There was an empty space on the stage’s lounge seat on which she helped herself and appeared like a queen on a deserving throne.
Still on the other side of the lounge, I was totally lost to the rest of the world. I observed everything from the moment she cat-walked into the lounge to the moment she gracefully perched on the seat. Since I started visiting Cubana Lounge, and since I started lusting after sirens, she was the most adorable human I have ever seen.

Adjusting her blouse, she crossed her left leg on top of the right and turned. Our eyes met once again and she kept a steady stare and instantly, I became uncomfortable. My sanity was at her mercy and she planned not to cast the spell out. Even if she tried, I wouldn’t allow her. Then, she looked away. When she turned the second time, I lost my self-will. Nothing could have held me back. With the courage of a female dog in heat, I stood up and drained the last beer in my tumbler, and like a cow in a haste to visit the slaughter, I boldly walked towards the stage.

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