Forget Me Not
by Elizabeth Board
And she turned and looked at him.
"Why don't we just end this real quick and real fast and right here?" she asked, thin red lips creeping a smile along her face.
"How?" he asked shuffling his feet on the floorboards.
"It's over, Ben," and then she marched off and the sway of her hips told him just how content she was with herself. What a clever bitch she thought she was. Ben stood listening to his own heart beat race with embarrassment for a few moments and then with a air of 'fuck it' lit up a Parliament and left the room, letting the door tap his heel on the way out.
She slithered back into her black sheath; hiding those curves under lace and wool.
"When can I see you again?" he asked, unhurried, still under the covers, fag dangling from his lips. She looked up, disinterested, and adjusted some stray hairs that had become dislodged during their romp.
"Whenever you've got the cash again," and that was that. She pulled her hair out of her face, clipped it behind her ear and left with her damage done. Ben didn't respond.
Ben laughed at the girl as she struggled to regain her footing.
"A lady like you shouldn't be hitting the bottle so hard," he said to her as he caught her hand and she drunkenly steadied herself.
"Shhh," she hushed him with a finger, "this bottle is the only reason I'm in your room," and she laughed and Ben shrugged it off. It didn't matter what this girl said; she was still his for the night and he would take advantage of it. Guys fuck girls. Not the other way around and he would show her who was in control.