As she walked along the wet dimly lit street, her high heals clicked with rhythmic regularity. Cars hissed by, their head lights illuminating the drizzle as it fell.
Her skirt swung seductively from side to side, a hypnotic swaying that hinted at the treasures that lay behind its sharp pleats.
The girl couldn’t have been more than eighteen or nineteen. Her shoulder length blonde hair tied in a neat pony tail jolted with her every step. Her right hand rested on the shouldered handbag, relaxed and confident, while the left held aloft a simple red umbrella.
She walked past the side alley next to the cinema, not even glancing into the darkness that hid him.
The man emerged from the shadows and fell into step behind her, throwing an anxious glance up and down the street as he turned to follow her.
He knew where she was going he had seen her take this route before.
At the end of the street she would cross the road to the buss stop near the park. His breathing quickened in anticipation.
His long black trench coat glistened in the head lights of the passing cars. He dug his gloved hands deep into its pockets and leant forward against the elements, but his eyes never left her; they caressed her shapely figure and longed for more.

The girl took a brief look left and right then skipped off the curb and crossed to the bus stop on the other side of the road.
She entered the bus shelter and perched herself on the small plastic shelf that passed for a seat. Producing a mobile phone from her bag she began to cycle through the messages that appeared on the screen.
She flicked her eyes up from the phone as the man stepped under the shelter, he smiled and perched himself next to her, but not close enough for it to be uncomfortable.
“Filthy night” the man said his voice soft and uncertain.
The girl looked up again from her phone “yes”. She smiled at him almost dismissively then returned her gaze to the phone.
The man appeared to be in his mid thirties, thin faced and balding. He began to take off his glove, loosening the fingers one at a time, slowly as if preparing to perform some exquisite torture.
“Sorry” he said with a smile “do you know when the bus is due?”
There was no smile this time from the girl just an uninterested “any minute now”. She didn’t even look up from glowing screen she was so engrossed with.
“Thank you” The man whispered as he finally pulled the glove from his right hand.
His eyes slipped down from her face to her breasts, even hidden as they were beneath her short leather jacket, he could picture them, pert and round, the nipples pointing slightly upward.
Oh what exquisite torture this is, he thought.
The girl looked up and placed the phone quickly into her handbag as the bus turned the corner and sped the twenty yards toward the stop, its lights a beacon of warmth and security.
It came to a squeaking halt and the doors hissed open the girl jumped to her feet and in only two steps had mounted the bus. Flashing a pass to the driver and making her way down the isle to a seat at the back.
The man didn’t move shaking his head to the driver whose look enquired his intentions.
The door swished shut and the bus lurched away.
The man sat still. Only his hand moved, slowly, sliding along the green plastic shelf to wear the girl had sat. His finger tips sought the warmth that she had left behind, and as his fingers slipped over the place she had occupied he sucked in a deep breath savouring the thought that she had sat here only seconds ago the warmth a tempting reminder, a perfect sensation, a delicious gift.

The morning traffic was always bad, but this morning it was worse than Henry had ever seen it. He had sat on the bus for a good thirty minutes and it had hardly moved. He was going to be late.
Finally the bus had crawled past the obstruction, an accident, a woman pointing and screaming at an elderly gentleman whose meek and apologetic posture said it all. Their cars locked together in a twisted mess.
Henry looked with real heart felt sympathy for the abused old man. He knew how he felt.

Forty five minutes late, that evil bitch would make a meal of this. He slid in behind his desk and opened up a folder, may be she hadn’t noticed?
Lindsey watched Henry skulk into the office, late again she thought. It was getting a frequent thing with Henry. This was his forth time this month, though this was late even for him.
She massaged her temple as she considered her options. Since she had become the department manager he had been the problem child, there was always one. He seemed a nice enough man, just no energy, no drive. By rights this should have been his department long ago, but year on year he had been passed over by the powers that be. He seemed settled in his little niche.
She had tried to be a friend, tried to push him into some sort of action, but all to no avail he just seemed to resent her all the more she thought. She could understand to a certain extent, she was ten years his junior after all, that must rankle with him. Perhaps he had issues with having a woman as his superior; she considered this for a moment then decided that really was his problem not hers.
She stood up and walked over to his desk.
“Henry can I see you in conference one please?”
His eyes pleaded, but her body language left no doubt that she wouldn’t take excuses. Henry stood and meekly followed her into the room; he could feel the eyes of the others follow him as they savoured this latest humiliation.
The room featured one large table, twelve seats placed at perfect intervals around its perimeter. Henry filed past Lindsey as she stood holding the door open. He came to a stop with his back to her still facing the table.
“Take a seat Henry I think we better have a chat”
Henry pulled out the nearest chair and obediently sat down his head bowed and his hands clasped on his lap. He studied the polished sheen of the table top while he waited for the predictable diatribe to begin.
“You were late this morning?” Lindsey had pulled a chair out and placed it to his side at the head of the table only a couple of feet from him.
“It wasn’t my fault the bus was delayed. Some stupid woman had ran into a …”
“It never is your fault Henry”
Here we go, he thought, never mind the reason screaming at me will make it better.
Her lips were moving but his rage deafened him to their message. He just kept his eyes firmly fixed on the table nodding when it was necessary or required. He had all the experience he needed on how to weather this kind of storm, this was just like standing in the kitchen when mother would scream at him telling him how worthless he was…..
“You’re a waste of skin you stupid, stupid little shit” mothers’ face was twisted and angry as her hand would come flying down toward him. Mothers screaming stopped but Lindsey’s continued.
“Do you understand me Henry?” she said in a low calm tone “I cannot keep ignoring this. By rights I should have given you a verbal warning long ago” She lowered her head to meet his eyes with hers “This is your last chance….” There was a pause in the torrent of abuse, Henry thought what he could say to shut the witches mouth just for a second, but then she continued “Now those figures I asked you for, they are due on my desk tomorrow, they will be done won’t they?”
“Yes” Henry whispered back.
“Good, I knew you wouldn’t let me down”
“No, I won’t let you down. Thank you Lindsey”
bitch! Henry seethed his very being was trying to burst from him and place its hands round her neck and squeeze until she begged him for mercy. He closed his eyes to savour the scene a little longer and the exquisite sensations they gave him.
“Ok then we’ll say no more about this. You have a minute to compose yourself ok?”
She stood up and patted him awkwardly on the shoulder then left the room closing the door behind her.
She stood hands behind her holding the door handle letting out a deep breath slowly. Henry had always been a bit fragile, weird even, but she hadn’t expected him to start sobbing! Christ that had been awkward.
She looked over the room and raised her eyebrows to the smirking faces of the rest of the office; they all knew what she meant.

The figures the bitch wanted had took Henry a lot longer than he had thought they would, but he had still managed to get to the cinema in time, just.
He stood in the shadows of the alley waiting. Then from the street the familiar click of those heels. He smiled and edged closer to the mouth of the alleyway ready to follow.
The girl passed him, her attention fixed on her phone, thumb skipping across the keys as she typed some meaningless message. Henry stepped out behind her already the anticipation of their little game arousing him.
She crossed the road exactly fifteen paces in front of him; her skirt was shorter than ever Henry was sure he could see a hint of her white panties. Oh this was good this was the best it had ever been.
She took her seat at the end of the green plastic bench, just as Henry stepped off the curb and began to cross.
Her attention was still glued to the phone she held in her right hand, her thumb still flashing from one key to another with the adept skill that all the youth of today seemed to possess.
He smiled. The tease, she knew he was coming.
He had just reached the pavement when to his horror another man perched himself on the bench next to her. What was she doing? She knew the game, why isn’t she moving him on?
Henry sat down in the middle of the bench, the confusion and rage that he felt bottle up behind a calm exterior. He chanced a glance toward her, but she didn’t even look up at him, the betrayal complete he stood and walked off toward the park gate.

The woman walked the last fifty yards toward the park gate in a brisk pace; the full moon lit the path but did little to displace the eyrie atmosphere of the park at night. The silence was deafening, but the security of the road lay only yards away. Besides the short cut across the park grounds would enable her to catch the last bus and save a small fortune in taxi fares, so it was worth the two minutes of discomfort she felt.
Henry saw her pass by and stepped from the bushes quickly throwing his arm around her throat and pulling her hard backward toward the bushes he had just left.
She struggled hard, first trying to reach back to grab his hair or scratch at his eyes, then trying to stop herself being pulled into the bushes by grabbing wildly at the undergrowth. Her legs kicked and her heels scraped the earth as he dragged her deeper into the cover of the undergrowth. She was choking now unable to breathe or cry for help his forearm tight at her throat. With his second hand released from pushing the branches out of the way he brought it up to her chin and yanked her head violently round, once, twice, three times her face almost meeting his with every pull, and then a sickening crack and all resistance stopped. Her body suddenly became very heavy and he let her it drop to the floor.
Henry stood over her crumpled body, his breathing rapid and excited, quickly dropping to his knees he ripped open her coat and then tore at her blouse and bra until her breast lay exposed before him. He stopped for a second looking at them, feasting his eyes on them. Then he plunged both his gloved hands on to them, squeezing and rubbing as hard as he could in an excited frenzy of release. His spine tingled his groin ached with delight.
“How do you like that bitch?” he panted through gritted teeth. His eyes were fixed on hers; they stared back lifeless and empty.
His right hand groped down to her skirt and without taking his eyes off hers he hitched up her skirt, a smile creeping expectantly across his face.
“What about this?” he began to punch as hard as he could into her groin, a snarl with accompanied every punch. Even through his gloves he could feel her pelvis against his knuckles and he relished it.
After a while he stopped and stood up. He was breathless from his exertions, his mouth open and the cold night air racing over his teeth almost hurt.
She lay in an awkward, unnatural pose, lifeless, Henry again knelt and straightened her legs and pulled her pants down and off. He crumpled the bloody garment up and stuffed it into his coat pocket, a memento he thought.
Henry had never felt this good, this powerful, this ……satisfied.

He walked slowly back home contemplating the night.
The girl had betrayed him, but he knew she would they all do. Every woman he had ever known had looked down on him and treated him like so much dirt, then betrayed his love, and humiliated him. Now however it was different, now he knew how to be in charge. He would have liked to hear her beg him though, but it had all been so unplanned, the next one however….. He smiled at the thought and turned into his road fumbling for his house keys and finding the woman’s pants instead. He looked up at the sky and he felt the first drops of rain begin to fall, work tomorrow he thought and smiled.