By Buz Saw
It’s Saturday night… Par-ty! The club scene in downtown New Havensville is jumping. The hottest spot is The Wharehouse. Everybody comes here. Whites, blacks, gays, everybody. All ages, too. It’s the spot to be seen.
Sitting at a small table near the back is Maddie Sawyer. She’s glammed to the max. She plays with the straw in her drink. Twirling, twirling, twirling. Her eyes glued on the massive dance floor. The music is slamming, the talk is loud as are the dancers. They gyrate and bump and grind. Hair, arms and bodies all moving in several different directions at once.
As Maddie twirls her Tropical Thunder drink, a very tall athletic man is standing over Maddie. He’s good-looking in a Hugh Jackman-type way, only his hair is a sandy blonde. His eyes are kind. “Name’s Tony Blades,” yelling over the music.
“What? I’m sorry?” Maddie screams back.
“Tony… Blades.” Pointing to his chest.
Maddie registers Oh! “Maddie.” Yelling. She gestures for him to sit. He grabs a chair and moves in, smiling.
The Wharf is a landing area next to The Warehouse. Several seats line the walkway. The ocean view is wonderful from The Wharf. Approaching are Maddie and Tony. They both seem relaxed and enjoying each other’s company. “Let’s check out the view,” Maddie says.
“I already have,” Tony says, staring at Maddie.
“You’re so kind, but I mean the ocean view.” A slight girlish giggle. They sit, taking in the view for several moments.
Tony turns and faces Maddie. He looks so good to Maddie. She smiles out of reflex. He grins back and slowly moves in for a kiss. It’s a hot, sexy lip-smacker. As Tony moves away, Maddie softly says “Tender.”
The night is calm and cool. The quarter moon bathes the home of Maddie Sawyer with a reddish, yellow glow.
In Maddie’s bed are Tony and Maddie. Sexual moans are heard. Bodies are sweaty. Maddie playfully bites Tony’s ear, neck, chest, nipple, stomach, and thigh. Tony sighs with each nibble. “You have a sweet taste,” Maddie whispers.
Tony kisses her breasts and moans, “You have… you’ve got…” Trying to find the right words. “You’re perfect. Your eyes sparkle, your hair is lovely to touch and mess up. Your body is so sexy and hot. I’m in heaven!”
Maddie kisses him tenderly and smiles. “You hungry?”
Maddie jumps out of bed and goes to the bedroom door. Standing in the frame, Tony notices how sensual Maddie’s body is. He leaps out of bed and follows her to the door.
Maddie takes Tony’s hand and leads him down the stairs. They’re both naked and sweaty. Tony’s body gleams. Maddie’s breasts bounce playfully up and down as they reach the kitchen.
Lights switch on to reveal a Martha Stewart-like state-of-the-art kitchen. It looks as if it’s brand new. All stainless steel pots and pans, and cool white and blue tile. A wood butcher block knife set sits on the counter near the stove.
Tony views the kitchen and jumps on the counter top, his warm ass meeting the cool tiles. “Wow!”
“What’s the matter?” Maddie asks.
“Tiles are cold,” Tony replies as he jumps down from the counter and grabs Maddie and begins kissing her. Playful laughter. Tony stops kissing her and stands tall. “So, what good?”
Maddie pulls out the largest knife from the butcher block and swings it across Tony’s throat. Digs the blade into his abdomen not once or twice, but three times. Blood erupts like a geyser, hitting Maddie on her cheek, breast and right thigh. A sly, sinister grin appears.
The next morning arrives with the chirping of birds. A smell of scrambled eggs, toast, coffee and meat fills the kitchen. Maddie is at the kitchen table, eating. Her flower print dress appears new. She sips coffee. Takes a tiny bite of toast. Lifts a portion of scrambled eggs to her mouth. Picks up the table knife and cuts into a crisp, thick piece of meat. Takes it in her mouth and chews. A disagreeable expression crosses her face. She reaches for another piece of meat. Expression is sour. Only two words are uttered. “Tough date.”