A Revenge Fuck

Frankie did my hair and make up, keeping it simple, a pony tail and earth-tone highlights for my eyes and lips. "You're beautiful to start with honey- but I make you gorgeous!" Frankie said kissing my forehead.

The cab dropped me off, it started to snow, lightly. The sun was hanging just over the buildings across the lake and there under the gazebo was the target of my spite, the mark, Darren. He wore sweat pants and a pull over sweat shirt with a hood. "Damn it's cold baby!"

"Isn't it beautiful?" I offered him a snowflake from my hand as I entered the gazebo.

"The cars up the hill behind you... driving by in this gray cold night, they think you are crazy... you know that?"

"Why?" I shook the snow from my hair and shoulders. My boot heels clicked as I walked across the wooden floor. We were the same height, in my heels.

"No... beautiful lady such as yourself, coming down here with a black thug looking gangster like me." He shook his head.

I put a hand on the railing to look over the lake, away from him and the cars up the hill as they drove slowly about the turn to the North Eighty-Fifth street light: "I don't care what they think, why did you agree to meet me?"

"How bout you girl? Mm, I definitely see possibilities with those pants of yours." He walked up behind me and whispered in my left ear, "I think we both came here for the same reason."

"And what might that be?" I looked back at him only half turning.

"Mm..." he rubbed his body next to mine, "You know."

"Oh here under the gaze of bored traffic, waiting for a damnable light to change... there's romance..."

"Well, what we here for then girl? It's fucking cold and if you don't start warming me up some I got to go!"

"Then go." I shrugged.

"You a cold bitch, you know that? Getting a man's hopes all up like this and then... nothing but a cock tease."