tryptamine_____

okay. this is mostly for joyrider, and then i'm going to go do soemthing productive. it is a rough draft, but tell me what ya think:

i'm working night shift again. sitting there, reading a book without absorbing any of it, but daydreaming around the words instead. i turn the page, but i've lost the narrative.
no one comes in, in these early hours. this gas station is on the edge of town, just before the freeway that leads to a lot of little nowheres. occasionally, a trucker or someone on a long road trip appears, but only once an hour or so.
the two front dours stand open. the pavement is still letting off some of the daytime heat, but the night breezes have cooled the air to a comfortable seventy-five degrees. the stacks of junk food sit, illuminated in the neon aisles, waiting for fate. the coolers along the walls hum evenly.
i raise my head slowly when i hear a car pull in.

"So I have to pay first, huh?" she ways without the slightest shame at her laughable antics a minute before.
i merely nod. my eyes slide down from hers, across her collar bone, and down the arm to the hand that holds folded up bills. i can feel my face burning, and the place in between my legs awakening.
"Which number is it?" i mumble. she hasn't moved her eyes off me, and i do my best to avoid them.
she looks over her shoulder. i take the opportunity to get a long look, a long drink of the beauty before me, only to discover that every inch of her exposed flesh is inviting me to kiss it.
"number 8." her eyes catch mine; the electric bath makes me gasp.
fumbling with the money and the cash register, i ring her up. hope the change i give her is right. my hand brushes against hers, which is as soft as feathers.
she grins. "are you going to be alright? you look like you're gonna be sick." is she teasing or is it an innocent question?
"i'll be okay," i smile. not very convincingly, as i feel a little dizzy.
she leans against the counter on her elbows with her hands clasped. i manage to avoid staring at the low neck of her thin shirt and the nipples that poke through.
"i won't bite," she smiles. "unless you want me to."
i smile back, letting my guard down a little.
"do you want me to?" she prods, standing up straight. i stammer, and she says, "if you don't want me to, i won't." she says it quietly, but its an ultimatum.
"um..."
she puts her hand on her hip and beckons with the other, impatiently. i step out from behind the counter. i feel vulnerable without it, so i stand an arm's length away. she could rob the store, but i don't care.
slowly, she walks over to me. her hands slide around my waist, so i lift my arms and set them on her shoulders. she smiles at me through heavy eyelids. then she closes her eys, and i close mine...
i think i could melt in the softness of her lips, lose myself in the dance of them. her skin is warm under my hands. i can feel her heartbeat. she presses against me so that i can feel the intersection of our contours, the pressure of her pubic bone against mine. she moves with such subtle motion as to arouse and tease at the same time.
for a minute, she pulls away. i glance over her shoulder, but still the only car in the lot is hers. "don't worry. i'm listening," she says nonchalantly.




i'm going to quit procrastinating my household chores now.