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- Herausgeber: BookRix
- Kategorie: Sachliteratur, Reportagen, Biografien
- Sprache: Englisch
This is a collection of my thoughts and feelings manifested as fiction. It has been a labor of love that took almost three years to complete. It isn't what you're expecting.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017
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Color Of My Dreams
dedicated to Walter "Tweety" Dicks. To me, you made originality something to behold.BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 MunichInside Cover
The Color Of My Dreams
Richard Dicks
Copyright 2016.
Dedicated to my uncle, Walter “Tweety” Dicks.
Vivian
Vitreous
Teach
She Had It Coming
Revenge
Heist
Pre-Wedding Jitters
Homecoming
Egg on Face
Vivian
She pulls the dildo from her loins. The deed has not been done completely, but she hardly ever gets one fluid orgasm on record. She sits up and sets her feet on the floor. Then, tapping the space bar on the laptop sitting atop her night stand, she ejects the CD compartment.
Vivian has a special arrangement, an agreement that allows her to remove her clothes in the privacy of her east side apartment, but things weren’t always this simple. In the past, she would go to posh hotels and sky bars to meet lonely businessmen. She is their escape, their release, and to her they are dollar signs. Every drop of semen that falls her way sounds like a coin hitting the floor, better pick it up.
All of this changed for her one night when, after a long one sided erotic endeavor on the top floor of the Escobar. Her John asked if he could give her number out to someone who was also looking for a good time. Actions such as this are normally frowned upon, but due to the status of her current John she knew that anybody he associated with would be just as high a roller so she allowed the release of her 7 digits, complete with a password for discretion. The passwords change every 3 weeks and are only for John’s whose needs push their bill north of a grand.
She was sitting at home using her sewing machine when she got the first call, picking up on the third ring.
“Hello”
“Elyvn.” That was the password. She froze.
“What can I do for you” She says.
“Is this Vivian?”
She has been a working girl for so long she hardly ever answers to her given name, Isabelle.
“Who wants to know?”
“Never mind the formalities; I have a proposition for you.”
Vivian stands up from the sewing machine and walks towards a window inside her apartment, closing her robe with one hand as she does so. She looks out the window and down the street to see a police officer writing a ticket to a cab driver who has evidently parked his cab in a fire zone. The cab driver throws his hands in the air as he walks back to the open door of his cab. The officer is a familiar face; he used to be a customer and is one of the reasons for the password, not him so much as his wife.
“Are you there?” says the anonymous man.
“Yea I’m here, what do you want to do to me?” she says, maintaining her gaze out at the street.
“Nothing. It’s what I want you to do to yourself." She stops and looks at the phone.
“Come again.”
“I want you to bring yourself to orgasm for me, but record it and put it on a CD. Then deliver the CD to a place of my choosing. In return, I will give you $700”
There is a pause as Vivian tries to ingest the information and decide if she is up for such a task.
“per CD," says the anonymous man.
“excuse me?”
“$700 per CD”
“And where would I deliver these CDs?”
“There is a brownstone flying a three starred flag on Perry Ave. You knock and then drop it in the mail chute.”
“And my money?”
“Will be lying under a bench on the same porch.”
Vivian pauses once more, all of a sudden the room has gotten warmer. She opens the window she was just peering through, allowing the wind to hit her chest which causes her robe to flutter from the breeze.
"Do we have an agreement?" says the anonymous gentleman.
