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The bus inched upwards on one of the old serpentines of Buda, the hilly landscape of Budapest. The late September still teased with warm days in memory of summer, but the evenings became more and more chilly and dusk approached earlier. Vicky drew the cardigan over her shoulders closely. The dark-blue, hand-knitted, tunic-length garment allowed a few glimpses of her tanned skin here and there through its crocheted, old-fashioned romantic patterns … she was not sure if the shiver came from the cold of the proceeding evening. This tension taunted her from inside, she knew only too well. Perhaps she shouldn’t come up. She had subdued misgivings, something was waiting for her, something vague, blurry, dark… something thrilling…
It was daylight still, but the peak hour was over. She could even have a seat as the bus was half empty. Vicky felt better seated this time, because of the two teenagers. They eyed her with unconcealed grins from the backdoor, puffing and popping their chewing gums loudly. That’s why she sat down. She didn’t like sitting on buses and trams, but this time she dressed for the kill. The turquoise summer dress followed her curves like a second skin and it was short, displaying her slim, naked legs. A palm-wide, dark-blue, satin girdle encircled her hourglass waist and emphasised the soft mounds of her breasts. She wanted a payback for the obscurity of the past few months, but especially for last Friday… She wanted to see in Gabor’s eyes the deep, crimson-fire of yearning… and taking her revenge victoriously… but would she be able to? His voice was so uneasy, maybe even regretful over the phone… Maybe he would choose her after all?
Vicky swallowed hard, heart pulsating in her throat…
She buttoned up the cardigan to the neck, so covering up the deep, V-form décolletage of the dress. She was glad about her foresight, putting on a bra, she had hesitated at home for the sexiest effect, but this way she offered a lot less entertainment to the two boys at the backdoor. The fine garment felt like armour, a secure defence against randy glances. Of course, she didn’t dress like this for an audience, yet the guys came in handy when it was time to test the results. She wanted simply steam-roller Gabor flat, to punish him… but she could only do it if able to invoke a strong craving in him. It was the only chance to keep the reins in her hands… At 158 centimetres Vicky wasn’t too tall, but she was shapely and proportionate. She could pick any man at any time, but had fallen in love with Gabor… inexplicably and without any sane logic…
For eight months now they had been dating, but over the last four months she had sensed emotional changes, things didn’t work like they had at the beginning. Something lurked behind the scenes, something enigmatic. So she had asked him a few times: ‘Do you have someone else, Gabor?’ He always replied with a sort of light-minded openness: ‘Yes, I do… do you want to leave me?’ And he had looked at her with such adoring eyes that she could not take it for a joke.
Vicky got frightened first: ‘Don’t you love me anymore?’ she asked, mustering all her pride against the spontaneous squeeze in her throat. ‘I do,’ he replied every time, ‘more than you can imagine.’ And he said it with such deep, warm and convincing tenderness that in Vicky’s heart all doubts melted away.
Also their lovemaking became rather rhapsodic, therefor her suspicion never really ceased up until last Friday. Last Friday she was unable to suppress forthcoming tears, no matter of pride and shame. Yes, she would have to follow her womanly instincts, leave him, run away from him as far as she could… but then she heard his voice over the phone and every sane thought, every logical reasoning flew out the window and every single time Vicky began to sink deeper and deeper in the labyrinth of her emotions. There was no escape from this. Whenever she felt him near, his breathing on her skin, it was enough for her nipples to shrink into rosebuds and fire flooded through her belly. Sometimes he touched her tenderly, like handling fine china ware, sometimes however did not restrain his macho yearnings and became wild, rough and unscrupulously demanding, it seemed he didn’t care for Vicky, only for his own tyrannous satisfaction. She was used like a sex-toy, or like a slave-girl who was kept only to satisfy his lecherous need… Yes, he was rather rough sometimes, his velvet voice changed into rasping, short commands, interlaced with raving, instinctive energies.
It was almost savage and a lot more primitive to what Vicky could ever imagine as passionate lovemaking. At the same time she was swept away by the intense sensation that she was desirable with such irrepressible urge, overwhelming craving and that she was able to unleash such uncontrollable desire from Gabor.
After these rugged love makings Gabor watched her, studying her face. Vicky didn’t know what he was searching for. She had been exhausted, sleepy. Gabor’s attention had troubled her for she had been consumed physically, left without defences, without any emotional shield. Nevertheless, for some strange reason she had experienced immense gratification every single time and had been stunned by the force of it, reaching the peak more often than ever before. She was unable to comprehend the brutality of her own orgasms. Perhaps she wanted to avoid admitting to herself she was becoming more and more unprotected physically and therefor emotionally as well.
The carnal dependence felt humiliating. Gabor’s fierce, lecherous and tyrannic ways as he freely unleashed untamed macho instincts, using her mercilessly, with almost livid ruthlessness could not be tolerated. Therefore it was even harder to face, probably it was the very reason for falling ever deeper in love with him. His erupting and rhapsodic temperament dug deep in her core and touched emotional chords whose existence was unknown to her. She only had to recall his scent, or voice during the day and uncontrollable chemistry started to swirl in her senses immediately and they didn’t spare either her pride or dignity, squashing her female poise, forcing her to her knees… She would have done practically anything to return the same soul and body shaking fulfilment to him as what she was befalling a slave to…
… and then came his wretched self-reapproaching confession last Friday…
Vicky shivered again, perhaps from apprehension. She was determined to be strong… but what exactly was waiting for her…?
Chauvinist pig! Selfish, caring for only himself… typical man! … she fumed from the irritating thoughts and had to push back angry, swelling tears… But she’ll be strong today… and once and for all she’ll put an end to this… this business… She would humiliate him…
She felt the teenagers burning glances on the back of her neck and it strengthened her resolve, giving her the much needed confidence. She looked good, sexy, her body curved just right at the right places. She would have the victory. With a defiant toss of her head she swayed her freshly washed, honey-blond, shoulder-length hair backwards, which reflected the amber glow of the setting sun. A quick glance in the compact mirror, the subtle makeup looked just perfect, dark emerald-green eyes sparkling… If only a bit of an impish twinkle would flicker in them rather than the well-known, helpless yearning. But she would play and pretend, if needed.
Of course, it is possible he only called for her today because the other girl kicked him out. If what he said last Friday was true the girl knew about Vicky all along and probably had had enough and showed the door to this double-faced pimp, this spoiled, puffed up, conceited, arrogant baboon!! She probably had more courage, or rather self-respect- but no way, Vicky was not ready to be a replacement sex-kitten.
She stood up with strong determination and pushed the stop button.
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