tony_85
08-20-2009, 2:17 PM
Here is a short story I just wrote down. It's very impersonal and rythmic,
I'm sure people who enjoy more classic styles won't like it, but I hope I'm wrong.
The Truth
Here he comes, unbrave and feeling powerless
Trying to overcome his anxiety and his insides burning of pure fear, he walks up all the way to the bar. The girl asks him what he drinks. Her skin is soft and she's sweating a bit from running here and there, The place is late, most people are gone, and this jawdropping Barmaid he has an eye on for some time starts babbling about herself and her problems.
The man rubs his 2-days-late-need-to-be-shaved chin.
He thinks: "Damn Do I look like a psy..."
He blinks slowly, uninterested. He reminds himself he is here to overcome his fear.
"Hum.... *girl's blabber* Yeah..... *More girl's blabber* Right hum. Well, I just feel like you, it's hard to be different. Look at me, I am a fetichist, I love to be trampled and walked on on the face by beautiful girls like you. What a nice thing to say when you want to flirt right?" He chuckles and drinks.
The girl's surprised, dumbfounded at what the man just said. She laughs, pokes his shoulder and goes like: "Ah good one!" Thinking it is a joke.
"Hey, this is true!" he says playfully while drinking his beer all the way down not knowing what he had to prove by doing it. He just feels the beer down his torat, attacking his tensed muscles and organs. He is practically dying in his pants inside, looking fresh and funny outside. He thought: Come on you're in now, there's no going down.
The girl brings him another beer. "Right, well, sorry this is too crazy I don't believe it." she says.
"Hey you're hard on me today sweety!" He starts playfully, aiming for a smile. Done, she smiles. "You think I'm a liar?"
Again a smile. Then a chuckle. "No, well never said that, heh, but, I mean, this is crazy..."
"I'll prove it." He says.
"Yeah right, and how you're going to do this?"
"I'm gonna lie, right down behind the bar on my back and gonna let you finish your shift on my chest and face."
Inside, the man is just a mess of stress and fear. He is not believing what he is saying. It all looks like a dream, like a fantasy yet this is real right there.... right now...
The girl laughs. Oh god, that kind of laugh you know it'll get all the place's attention to it. "I bet you wouldn't last a complete minute." she says teasingly.
All of this all suddenly feels like a damn invitation and the man is even more messed up inside not knowing what to do. He is on automatic pilot and his mind is awefully far from the real thing. He is thinking thinking thinking....
Action.
I look at the midnight of eyes and I'm not sure I'm feeling alright. Yet I stand up, something must be wrong, this must be a dream, I'll wake up in a minute. God.... What's going on. I drink the rest of my beer, the soft electronic ambiant song muffles my footsteps. The low lights and the natural fog of the bar is hiding my moves. I turn around the bar corner and slip myself behind it, next to this beauty of a barmaid.
This is the time, I should wake up. Yet... something is wrong.
This IS real.
And she points the the floor for me to lie down, she's serious, and she's beautiful.
I can't feel my guts anymore....And I lie down on my back....
She wears high heels, sharp little square heel round toe thing.... girl always wear that these days. Some ballet flats with 2 inch heel. Oh God...
Okay...
Okay.... here .... I lie down.....
---
Earlier, some guy wanted a specific barmaid to walk on him, and after 25 years of trying numerous little boring tricks like "Crack my back please" or "I bet you blabla" to get trampled. He finally decided to tell the truth, and see if it works.
And the end of that barmaid's shift... he was bruised enough all around and realised he.......... succeeded.
Tony
I'm sure people who enjoy more classic styles won't like it, but I hope I'm wrong.
The Truth
Here he comes, unbrave and feeling powerless
Trying to overcome his anxiety and his insides burning of pure fear, he walks up all the way to the bar. The girl asks him what he drinks. Her skin is soft and she's sweating a bit from running here and there, The place is late, most people are gone, and this jawdropping Barmaid he has an eye on for some time starts babbling about herself and her problems.
The man rubs his 2-days-late-need-to-be-shaved chin.
He thinks: "Damn Do I look like a psy..."
He blinks slowly, uninterested. He reminds himself he is here to overcome his fear.
"Hum.... *girl's blabber* Yeah..... *More girl's blabber* Right hum. Well, I just feel like you, it's hard to be different. Look at me, I am a fetichist, I love to be trampled and walked on on the face by beautiful girls like you. What a nice thing to say when you want to flirt right?" He chuckles and drinks.
The girl's surprised, dumbfounded at what the man just said. She laughs, pokes his shoulder and goes like: "Ah good one!" Thinking it is a joke.
"Hey, this is true!" he says playfully while drinking his beer all the way down not knowing what he had to prove by doing it. He just feels the beer down his torat, attacking his tensed muscles and organs. He is practically dying in his pants inside, looking fresh and funny outside. He thought: Come on you're in now, there's no going down.
The girl brings him another beer. "Right, well, sorry this is too crazy I don't believe it." she says.
"Hey you're hard on me today sweety!" He starts playfully, aiming for a smile. Done, she smiles. "You think I'm a liar?"
Again a smile. Then a chuckle. "No, well never said that, heh, but, I mean, this is crazy..."
"I'll prove it." He says.
"Yeah right, and how you're going to do this?"
"I'm gonna lie, right down behind the bar on my back and gonna let you finish your shift on my chest and face."
Inside, the man is just a mess of stress and fear. He is not believing what he is saying. It all looks like a dream, like a fantasy yet this is real right there.... right now...
The girl laughs. Oh god, that kind of laugh you know it'll get all the place's attention to it. "I bet you wouldn't last a complete minute." she says teasingly.
All of this all suddenly feels like a damn invitation and the man is even more messed up inside not knowing what to do. He is on automatic pilot and his mind is awefully far from the real thing. He is thinking thinking thinking....
Action.
I look at the midnight of eyes and I'm not sure I'm feeling alright. Yet I stand up, something must be wrong, this must be a dream, I'll wake up in a minute. God.... What's going on. I drink the rest of my beer, the soft electronic ambiant song muffles my footsteps. The low lights and the natural fog of the bar is hiding my moves. I turn around the bar corner and slip myself behind it, next to this beauty of a barmaid.
This is the time, I should wake up. Yet... something is wrong.
This IS real.
And she points the the floor for me to lie down, she's serious, and she's beautiful.
I can't feel my guts anymore....And I lie down on my back....
She wears high heels, sharp little square heel round toe thing.... girl always wear that these days. Some ballet flats with 2 inch heel. Oh God...
Okay...
Okay.... here .... I lie down.....
---
Earlier, some guy wanted a specific barmaid to walk on him, and after 25 years of trying numerous little boring tricks like "Crack my back please" or "I bet you blabla" to get trampled. He finally decided to tell the truth, and see if it works.
And the end of that barmaid's shift... he was bruised enough all around and realised he.......... succeeded.
Tony