THIS CERTAINLY GOT OUT OF HAND

The sun shines on the Parisian streets, just rising to greet the melancholic city with its brilliant radiance.  Shadows are cast; a boy, and a woman, walking towards a small coffee shop beneath the gaze of a three-story apartment complex.  The skyline is beautiful on fire, the sun bathing everything in a light orange haze.  It’s dominated by a large steel tower, and the city expands outward, and not upward.   The boy takes a seat at a table, and the woman goes inside.  The boy is uneasy, and dressed in a white tee with crude disposable pants on.  He has a band on his wrist, saying amidst numbers and dashes, “PATIENT”, beneath the date “5/11/95”.

 

After a short while, the woman walks out of the shop with a tray of coffee and pastries.   She sits down, and interrupts the patient’s anxious placidity.  

 

“Croissant?”  She asks.

The patient responds, “No thanks, but thank you.”  He bites his upper lip and looks away, clearly uneasy.  

“Alright…”  There is a slight silence as the first of many cars drives by.  “How are you feeling?” The woman asks.

 

“I’m… You know.” The boy says.  Suppressed emotions well up and manifest in a lip quiver and an anxious voice, scampering out from a mind buried by a tempest of trauma and emotions.  “We’ve done this before, you know how it goes.  You ask me questions, I tell one truth and two lies, and I get crazier and you get more frustrated.”

The woman lets out a sigh, and takes a sip of her coffee.  The woman is in her mid thirties, brunette, and slightly on the short side. "I've got to go to the bathroom.  Why don't you... come with me?"

 

The boy's anxiety turns to confusion, as he says "Uuh, alright..."  The boy is ushered from his seat, and the woman looks back with lust in her eyes.  They walk past the cashier, who turns a blind eye to their passage.  They both enter the woman's bathroom, and the woman pushes the boy up against the wall.

 

"Make love to me." she commands, beaming her eyes straight into the boy's.  "M-mademoiselle.." the boy responds, lost on the intersection of lust and shame.  The woman forces a kiss onto the boy, and unbuttons her shirt.  Her breasts appear to have small lumps on the nipples, confusing the boy.  She lifts off her undershirt and takes off her bra, revealing a small penis on each nipple.

 

"M-mademoiselle!" the boy interrupts, pushing against the woman.  She's surprisingly strong, and his resistance only makes her dick nipples harder.  "Mademoiselle..!  What are you?" the boy yells, before being silenced by the woman.

 

"I am Narguth, warrior princes of Nipdickiana, and I have come to steal your semen"

 

To be continued?