The Coral Luna
Kevin watched the sun set over the starboard bow of the Coral Luna, Seniora Baptiste's two story floating mansion. The tropical horizon had began to lose its luster because he was beginning to grow bored of these yachting excursions. But she was his biggest client, so what was he to do? He looked at his gold Movado watch and noticed the time. The same time everyday she waited on him. The gigolo lifestyle used to be easy; maneuvering from one woman to another with the finesse of a slalom skier. But lately he had been wanting more.
"Venir aqui darling." Sra. Baptiste called to him when she heard his footsteps descending to her sleeping quarters. Kevin froze for a split second. Frozen with apprehension, regret & disgust. "Si, Sra. Yo venga." Kevin sat on the edge of the bed looking out of the port side window watching the beautiful crystal blue ocean speed past caressing the ship's hull, devising a way he could get this over with as quickly as possible. After this trip he promised himself, he was done. He had a deep and sweeping vista of what his life should be and it was not this. Not running through women leaving a trail of love sick victims behind him or being used for these meaningless trips where he was being used as a trophy. He was sick of it. A smooth bronze hand reaching down to caress his mocha chest snapped him out of his self-reflection.
"Quiero que ahora, quiero que usted firme." she whispered to him in her buttery latin accent as she climbed onto the bed and hugged him from behind. With one swift undetectable motion she slipped a two-karat Tiffany engagement band into his hand.
"Sra, que es esto?"
"Kevin te quiero, quiero que sea mi marido."
"Sra, I can't accept this."
"You don't love me Sra., you want to possess me. Don't get me wrong you have been very kind, but this is over. You're a beautiful woman Sra. you'll never be lonely. But I am."
With those words and his new iron will to start over he turned to leave.
"What will you do on your own? You have nothing. Pague para usted." Her accent and broken english not quite as buttery now, but very sharp. "Le poseo. Now get over here." She hissed at his back.
Kevin turned with a look of unbridled passion in his eyes and walked slowly over to her and laid her gently on the silk bed linen. He briefly admired her carribean beauty as the Georgio Armani sheets draped and cascaded over her copper tone figure. He crawled on top of her parting her legs with one knee. She wrapped her thighs around his waist in the pretzel position. He took both of her wrists with one hand and put them over her head. The other he placed on her shoulder. The hand around her wrists tightened, the other slid down the center of her breast and he flattened his palm against the waves of her stomach and entered her with a force he never had before. His stroke became faster, the grip on her wrists became stronger, tighter, unrelenting. His hand moved from her belly to the base of her throat and he pressed down. He forced his tongue in her mouth as she gasped for air. Her head twisted violently back & forth trying to escape his kiss. Her legs unraveled from the pretzel position around his waist and she forced her heels to beat the backs of his thighs and calves. His motion inside of her didn't stop. He continued to force his position, now, painfully. The grip on the her throat became tighter and she let out short gags as she stared back into his eyes that looked so inviting only minutes ago.
He buried his head in her shoulder and pressed on. Thrusting so hard, the next rhythmic force might break her. As her last few breaths echoed in the room his head was snatched furiously back, creating a deep arch in his torso as he thrusted three more times. Suddenly he released with a bellowing that caused the guests above on deck to wonder if they heard something. Her body was limp and lifeless beneath him as he screamed on, still releasing; releasing regret, sorrow, disgust, discontent, repentance. He lowered his head back down breathing sporadically, looking at the inanimate Sra Baptiste contorted on the satin sheets.
Naked and confused, Kevin went above deck, made his way through the crowd of stunned party guests grabbed a spear gun and stood on the edge of the starboard bow of the Coral Luna. He took one last look at the tropical horizon which oddly seemed much more vivid and inviting, put the spear gun into his mouth and pulled the trigger. As the Coral Luna navigated through the Malay Archipelago's winding plush green hidden paradise , Kevin's body collapsed into its cerulean liquid grave.
Naked and confused, Kevin went above deck, made his way through the crowd of stunned party guests and stood on the edge of the starboard bow of the Coral Luna. He took one last look at the tropical horizon which oddly seemed much more vivid and inviting As the Coral Luna navigated through the Malay Archipelago's winding plush green hidden paradise, Kevin dove into the cerulean sea.
This piece was created for the Serendipitous Nouns Game from the Discussion Board utilizing the following words:
mocha, iron, vista, archipelago, slalom, gigolo