Showpiece

Seduction; is that all we’re good for? A pretty body to hang on the arm, devoid of our own thoughts? The thought lies idle in my mind as you pick out the ring that is to bring us closer together. What need have I to be here when you won’t even let me pick from the little trinkets stored safely in their glass display boxes? Everything is to be as you wish for my desires are your desires, or so you think. If only your knew how close we are to become in these few short minutes, perhaps then you would not be wasting your time pandering to your fancies.1

A piece selected, the proprietor stands and indicates toward a back room where you might further inspect the intended purchase. Obediently I fall in by your side as we pass through the low arch. Our attendant won’t join us in our inspection; all the better to allow the coming intimacy. Another customer enters the small store and the attendant departs, pulling a short fabric curtain across the arch and we are alone.2

I lean in close as you stoop over your prize, the sweet smell of aftershave filling the air. You don’t even notice the garish show of cleavage exposed by the neckline of my dress as I reach behind my belt and remove one of the skewers concealed there. It is a simple tool though perhaps I view it in much the same way as you view me. Drawing away from you I hold the skewer at arms length before ramming it home just behind your temple. 3

It bites deep and you lean back suddenly, catching me momentarily off balance. Quickly I gather my composure again and lean down once more. Close to your face now I look you in the eye, letting you see how wrong your opinion of me was. Seconds later the attendant draws back the curtain, alerted by your stifled cries, to find two lovers entwined in their final moment of intimacy – both at peace.4