The Agoraphobic Suede: #1 - The Iron Sea

She said her name was Liz.

She was a very fine specimen of the female embodiment, endless legs stridden in high heels, prompting her tight ass sashaying with the swirl of her mini dress pouring cleavages in the dirty rainbow of the laser fireworks.

The party was dark as a cave, with its population swarming into the heat of the night and deafening music. They put millions of miles away under their dancing feet and surrendered themselves to the alcohol and drugs in their systems. Ghouls of the night, they lost in foetal hurricanes of spiritual transformation and chemical impurity. Where momentary is a lifetime here, they were the modern Cinderellas.

And they met whilst the heavy bass thumped away, pounding on the stairs of their encounter.

Liz: 'Hi gorgeous, what are you seeking tonight?'

Benny: 'I'm going to drink myself to death.'

Liz: 'That sound real neat. You wanna fuck me before you die?'

Then
they melt away in a hole of a corner. Shadows splashed on the walls
while the world caught fire with the dancing. His hands felt their way
up her tight skirt, tearing away what's left of the little mysteries.
Their lips locked in the fiercest embrace as if they were eating each
other up. She quivered with each suckle, upon each sigh.

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Swoosh.

The wave seeped in the beach, and rolled shyly back upon touch.

Swoosh.

It was mid-day, but the sun was absent. The ocean was dark with patience.

Swoosh.

Benny woke with blinding pain. His shirt and chin were covered with array of vomits, tears and mucus membrane. He breathe in tiredly.

Benny: 'What the hell?'

He was on a beach with bottles for sand. Voluminous champagne, vodka and beer bottles stretched and filled up everywhere. Dog-eared labels peeling and flapping in the warm breeze, they shone with green glass and murky reflections. Benny was almost buried in them. With his knees and hands, he crawled through the bottles to the sea.

It was an ocean of vicarious red liquid.

It smelt roughly familiar. A sickly bird cawed nearby, it was bald, ebony and ugly. It looked as if it was roasted and brought back to life.

'The sea is made of blood.'

Benny turned and saw a reptilian humanoid standing behind him. It wore Liz's tight black skirt and peered Benny with it's side of the head, yellow pupils eclipsing into blackened slits. It's fork tongue flickered as it's scout spoke.

Benny: 'Liz? Liz. Lizard. It's right in front of my eyes all along. This is classic!'

Benny laughed and laughed as if it was the greatest humor ever. The bald bird cawed in fright and took flight. Benny howled until he was half crying.

Benny: 'What you going to do with me?'

Liz: 'I was going to eat you.' Her tongue flickered again as her scales shone with sharpness.

Benny: 'Did you brought us here?'

The lizard woman felt for her scout: 'No. I woke up just before you. This land is a place of it's own, unlike any I have ever seen.'

Another wave of blood splashed quietly on the bedrock of bottles, rattling them.

Benny gotten himself up and wadded in the bottles.

Benny: 'Looks like we drank ourselves to oblivion.'

Liz: 'I thought this is what you wanted?'

Benny: 'You don't know me. You don't know what I want. But this, this will do. Say, you still going to eat me?'

Liz: 'Not now, I'm having a huge hangover.'

Benny: 'Then let's get some water. I'm dehydrated.'

They wadded in the thick of the bottles to the direction away from the maroon ocean.

Swoosh.




to be continued...