Snow White: Part 2

He was the first to make the call. It took several tries and it was already later in the evening when she picked up. It was obvious from the sound of her voice that she had a rough night.

“Ha…low?”

--“Ey, it’s me. How’re you feeling?”

“…tired. I’m so tired!”

--“Sorry about that. It was just…”

“I know…are you still at work?”

--“Yeah, I had to show up. Client wanted to see a draft of the video we made.”

“You mean, ‘you made!’”

--“Well, I used you as a talent, remember? So, you’ll be in it!”

She was still groggy from the punishment she had received the night before. He knew it was pointless to ask her out that night so he let her sleep some more. He was thinking that since they were still talking that there’d still be a chance, they’d see each other again.

The following afternoon, he received a text message that said: “David’s Tea House, Morato. 9pm.” He smiled a mischievous smile when he saw it and started writing on a sheet of plain paper, how he wanted the video cut. He tells his editor not to wait up and he’ll be back in the morning around 10 or maybe later.

He arrived fashionably late, not wanting to enter the restaurant alone with no one there to meet him. She was already settled on a table on the terrace, facing the street below. Dimsum, and two bottles beer and chilled pilsners were already on the table. He broke the silence when he approached and she snapped out of her reverie.

“Ey, you been there long?”

--“Not really. The pork spare ribs just arrived.”

“Good, I could eat you whole!”

--“Ha, ha, we’re not going there again!”

“Oh, yes, we will…somehow…I’m sure!”

--“Shut up, you’re not getting any tonight!”

“Promises…”

He sipped his beer quietly. He watched her as she got out of her chair to stand by the rails and watch the cars and partygoers pass by. He was taking it all in. He was stroking her with his eyes. He was leaving imaginary claw marks all over her. He was certain she would not be standing when the sun comes up the next morning. He took snaps of her shapely form and he knew what lay beneath was more tasty than the dinner they just had.

Without a word, he motions for the bill and pays up. She was equally silent. They left together but separately. He neither held her hand nor put his arm around her waist but she kept close to him as they walked out. He hailed a taxi and they jumped into the back seat. He made sure she went in first and he pressed her against the port side door, which made her less visible, should the driver decide to take a peek through the rearview mirror.

As soon as they were inside, she slid into him, the back of her neck leaning against his mouth. He started blowing softly into her exposed skin and she broke out goose bumps. It was her birthday after all. She slid her hands down to her waist and undid her belt buckle and unzipped her jeans. He noticed the movement and he looked down as she took his right hand which she slipped into her panties. He was quick to go to work as soon as he found her sweet spot but as soon as she gave out a soft moan, they both heard a loud, “thump” and the cab shook violently as the driver temporarily lost control and hit the right front wheel onto a corner of a sidewalk and they bounced around.

They both laughed quietly but he kept his hand buried deep inside her and he could see her clenching her teeth as her head was tilted back in ecstasy…