Business Woman

Foreign guy is at a coffee shop on Tinder, he starts a conversation with a nice looking woman, wearing a business suit in her thumbnails. They talk and she agrees to meet him at a certain time.

Cut to woman on the phone. She is making appointments such as this one with other men 30 minutes apart from each other.

Meeting, Coffee Shop

ANNETTE

Hello, nice to meet you in person. I don't have a lot of time so let me explain it to you quickly and concisely. I want to have sex with you. Do you you want to have sex with me?

HENRIQUE

Uh... yes...

ANNETTE

Yes? I need a definite answer. Can you be today at the address I will give you at 21:30 sharp? You can not be late.

HENRIQUE

Is it in the city? Or farther away?

ANNETTE

It is nearby, five minutes by tram, or twenty minutes walking if you have no money. Here is a map. Can you be there?

HENRIQUE

(faking confidence)

Yes.

ANNETTE

(smiles) Good. With the map here there are instructions for how I want things to progress, and also why I do it this way, sorry I don't have time to explain it now in person.

I have to go back to work. See you at 21:30.

Later, HENRIQUE is alone, still in the cofeeshop, reading the instructions.

ANNETTE

(voiceover)

I'm a very busy woman, I own a company and hardly have any free time, but I need some habitual sexual intercourse, but I don't want a relationship, yet I need it to feel spontaneous, or else it doesn't do anything for me.

 When we meet I'll say "Hey, what took you so long?" and smile.

#

We'll go to the kitchen and I'll say "Do you want a cigarrette?" You'll say "I don't smoke," and I'll say "Oh, I just quit too."

#

Then on the bed when I say "I don't usually do this" I want you to push me h me onto the bed abd smile.

#

I will say #fuck me harder" three times. When I say it the fourth time you should turn me around and fuck me from behind.

(tbc)

 

Void Town Saga - Intro / Void Square

There is a place called Void Square, though it's known by visitors and dwellers alike by other names suck as Rynek Wojdska an such. It is a slight misnomer to call it this since it is located in the center of the Abyss which is part of the large surrounding non-Area called 'The Void' proper.
People end up in, or at, the Void when they've reached the end of their ropes, or if they've stumbled upon some ultimate truth, or if they were alone for too long or thought too much, or even if all the meaning in their lives has been used up. No one here is dead, they're temporarily stuck between realities. Some more temporarily than others, they like to call themselves sometimes the 'Dwellers of the Abyss.'

The Void Square is reminiscent of eastern European town squares, a large open rectangular space adorned by pituresque buildings on all sides. In the middle an inner rectangle of more such buildings facing outwards. The floor is cobblestone but it and everything is covered by a perpetual cover of not-fresh snow, dense, slightly greyish. There is no day and no night, the sky is always covered by the same massive purple cloud, its luminescence is similar to the regular sky in twilight, on the opposite side from where the sun sets, but more purple than blue. There are walways leading out of the square into other parts of the Abyss, and if far enough, the Void at large. There are no cars but every few meters stoplights stand slowly alternating between colors, green to violet, red to pink, tellow to light blue. Once in a while someone takes it up themselves to install a new one somewhere. Everyone seems to appreciate this.

(to be continued)

A Meeting

Dana

I know I called you here but actually, I didn't want to come here, I want to... shit... I really don't want to put it in words because it's going to sound so ridiculous. (puffs at cigarette) I wanted to go have sex with someone, just not my husband.

K

So, you should, if it's something that you really want.

Dana

No, I don't want to cheat on my husband. I've been having sex with him for years now, it's great, it's good, I love him, but it's completely automatic, it's like, (puffs at cigarette), it's like breathing. But I don't want to cheat, I love him and he's my life. I'd like to have sex with a... faceless man. A man who isn't a man, then I'd feel good and it wouldn't make me feel bad (puffs at cigarette). The problem is... I don't have orgasms anymore with my husband, maybe once a month, maybe. But what I'm worried about is what if the faceless man gives me an orgasm, what if I fall in love with the faceless man, what then? I'd have nothing to hold on to. I'd be in love with an idea. Then I'd be all back where I started. Oh no, I'm not going back to how it was 9 years ago, not after that thing. No, no, I'll just smoke one more cigarette and I'll go back to my man, and we'll have sex (smiles) again... (puffs at cigarette).

Journey - Part 2 (need EDIT)

I said "hi" to Andrew and all thoughts of doubt and anxiousnes just dissappeared. His expression was so neutral you'd think we saw eachother just yesterday and that we weren't in the forest in the middle of nowhere. He made a bit of small talk about what he'd been doing in Amsterdam, and I did the same, at the first silence I asked, "So, where is our ride?", oh, it's just through here, it'll be here in just a bit," "here where?" I thought but didn't say, there was nothing where he was pointing. He asked if I had cigarrettes, I told him I didn't. He searched around in his pockets and fished one out from one of the smaller ones, all bent and months old but intact(?), he lit it and he smoked in silence, and in the darkness. When he finished he calmly threw it on the ground, stepped on it and said "this way." I followed him through the woods. In some more dense bushes I strode in pushing some branches out of the way, and it got darker and darker but he clearly knew where he was going so I kept following. We reach a sort of wall, I assume it's a wall as everything around us is the same black. Andrew feels the wall with his hand and then pats it. It makes a soft metallic sound. He then knocks on the wall loudly. I feel confused and look around for no reason. After a while the wall opens, it's actually a truck door. There is a ladder and on top the cabinet has a faint red light like a photography studio. "Come on up, I fell asleep, we have plenty of time still, come on, come on." Andrew obeys without hesitation, I watch him climb the ladder paralysed then start up behind him, not wanting to be left behind. When I get there Andrew is already sitting comfortably in the middle seat, smiling and greeting the driver, evidently a right-hand side vehicle. "Jonas this is our ride, Henry. Henry this is my friend Jonas." "Hi there, nice to meet you," says Henry, I say the same. Henry is in his early thirties, slight belly but also muscled guy like an MMA fighter. He has a green plaid shirt and a baseball cap even though there's only darkness through the windshield. I want to be sure of some things, "So we are crossing the river Styx, the river to hell." I try to sound as neutral as I can with this incredulous statement. Henry replies "Well, technically it's not a actually a river, it's hard to define exactly what it is, but a "river" is one decent interpretation of what it is. As for hell, that's also not quite where we're taking our cargo, it's a bit more complicated, but actually on Soul-Trucks we're not allowed past the toll booth of the... "gate to hell" let's call it, and frankly, I don't know what's beyond, it's not in the job description." I want to ask Henry what he studied and where he is from but I feel silly think about it and just nod and say "I see... when are we going?" "We're still ahead of schedule, can't leave before it's time, do you want a cigarette?" "Yes" Andrew answers for me. Henry tilts his head and looks at me. I nod, "Yes, thanks." We smoke our cigarettes looking at the black windshield, Henry flips a switch and the red light is replaced by a soft whie light coming from the ceiling of the cabinet. It has no trace of yellow, reminds me of my old kitchen, yet somehow more cozy. We finish our cigaretters. Do you like your job?" I ask ridiculously. "It pays well, it's seasonal work, half the year I'm doing this, the other half I'm doing nothing." He starts the truck without emotion and let's it run, probably it has to warm up. "There's always plenty of work all year round and just enough truckers for it. Not so so many because the journeys are so long." They are? "And you need to be comfortable not sleeping for a few more hours than usual." He shifts into first gear, and is adjusting his seat. Where are we going? Forwards? How? (tbc)

Journey (chapter 1) (need edit)

I met Andrew when we both worked in Antartica, we'd gotten along well, everyone who goes to work in Antartica seems really easy to get to know like they've given up trying to pass for something else in the flesh. There everyone has ice gear and beards. Anyway as I was leaving Andrew mentioned something to me: "Hey man if you like this sort of stuff you should try a visit to Styx. I'm going there next month if you want to come alone." He spoke in such a casual way about it that it took me some time to process that he had indeed said 'Styx', the river you have to cross to reach Hell. I would have felt stupid if I asked "what are you talking about" so I just said "is it fun there?", "oh yeah, well, like Antartica, just stuff that happens that you don't get to see very often." I was intrigued and the work in Antartica was just finishing so I was in that mood that you get when you reach the end of an epoch wondering "Ok, now what?" so I said "I'd love to, man, can you take me?", "sure, man, well, first I'll have to find us a ride. I'll write you." Why wouldn't he email me or phone me, I wondered but didn't ask, just said "thank you." For the next month I sat in my apartment waiting for nothing, it was strange, being back in a city and it being Summer, sometimes I went for a walk in the older part of town, and noticed that sundresses were really in fashion, it seemed as if every girl in the world had decided to wear a sundress that Summer.
In the mornings I ate cereal, and each day I would cut up a different kind of fruit into my bowl. Monday: banana, tuesday: strawberry, wednesday: pear, thursday: peach, friday: apple, saturday: kiwi, Sunday: plain. I wanted to eat cereal just like it appears in the cereal boxes, with fruit and a glass of orange next to it. I always thought that was strange, are you supposed to drink the orange juice while drinking the milk? In the middle of the month I received a postcard from Andrew from Amsterdam, it said "hey man hope you're doing ok, I am, and I got us a ride, head to this exact location on the 4th at 00:00."
And below were some numbers which I took a while to realize they might me GPS coordinates. Below it said "PS: Make sure to go exactly here." "Exactly here" underlined twice. I checked on the internet to see where it was and it was nowhere, there was a nearby side road and it stopped short, 3 kilometers away, the map just shows some green squares, forest, some blue, a lake I guess. Nowhere in particular but I guess I could drive to that road and walk the rest, it didn't seem right so I took the postcard again and retyped the numbers slowly and carefully to make sure I wasn't doing a mistake. Andrew had written the numbers (even the minus sign) in clear round unambiguous numerals, again the same place appeared on the map. I couldn't confirm with Andrew because I didn't have any way to reach him, as he wished it probably, so I decided to trust him and go there on the date. I could always turn back if he wasn't there.
For the rest of the month I didn't do much. I decided to eat cereal for every meal for two weeks to see what would happen, I didn't mind it at all, but my bowel movements were awkward.
From the 1st to the 3rd I decided to eat at restaurants for all meals since I wasn't spending money on anything else. For years I've been around in this city and not once had I eaten in any of these restaurants. I wore summer clothes, some even thought I was a tourist.
On the date I didn't sleep, I didn't want to risk being late so I planned to be there one hour early, so I got in my car at 13:00 and drove, but by the time I was getting close it was still 14:30, so I sat at the coffee shop at a gas station, and watched people go by for two hours. It's funny because the people going there to buy stuff don't know how long you've been there and don't see you but the attendants are always looking from the corner of their eye, wondering what are you doing, waiting here so long? If I was a gas station attendant, what would I think all day?
I bought a packet of cigarrettes even though I don't smoke, I chose the one with the funniest picture. And I drove to the road. Bit by bit as I drew near there were less and less electricity poles, and then less fences and then I got to the place, my phone has a GPS apparently so I used that to know which way to go. I brought food in the car but it wasn't far away so I thought about leaving everything in the car and going, and if nothing happened, come back since it was close enough, and all you had to do was head straight, north. It was still 17:00 so I ate in the car, then I smoked three cigarrettes in a row, just like drinking water, no taste.
I thought about nothing for a long time then I got enough food for three meals in the backpack and put on my Antartica clothes and walked to the spot.
I started walking through the woods, I wasn't sure if I was on the right track but after a while I noticed that every couple of meters there were cross shapes cut into the trees on what seems to be the right way, so I kept following them, but always looking at the GPS coordinates on my phone. It got dark earlier than usual and the trees upwards started getting thicker but the marks sort of glistened faintly and they were easier to see in the dark. So I kept walking for I don't know how long. Eventually I reached an open area and the tree had two crosses instead of just one. I put down my backpack next to the tree and walked around seeing if there were other trees with marks on them but there weren't.
It was completely dark. Even if the area was a clearing the treetops were so dense that you couldn't see the stars, and there was no moon that night. I sat on my backpack aand took out the cigarrette pack, it was 22:00. I smoked the pack from beginning to end, waiting 10 seconds between each one, and I wondered what I was doing here in the middle of nowhere, that this was crazy, how was Andrew going to get here, maybe it was just a joke, and I was stupid enough to take it seriously, but as far as I recalled, even though he was a funny guy, he never joked around. I can't imagine he'd send me here without any purpose. I wondered if there were wolves around, then I though that would be ridiculous. I thought it would be nice to see the stars since there's no light at all around here but all you could see was faint shapes even with your eyes attuned to the darkness.
Suddenly there was noise of someone going through the branches, it was Andrw, he had on a bright white snow jacket, the one from Antartica, "hey man, how are you, you're early"

*soul truck soul truckers, take me when i die , soul bike

Perfect Day [need edit]

HER

So, are you enjoying our day so far?

I

Oh yes, yes, yes.

HER

You're not? You don't like these things, walking by the lakes and stuff. Maybe you'd rather we would just go to your appartment and have sex or something.

I

I don't hate the day, I like it, I don't do this often so I like it, besides, every day can't be a perfect day.

HER

A perfect day. What would be a perfect day for you then?

I

A perfect day? Oh, I don't know.

HER

Yes, you do. Tell me.

I
Alright. A perfect day? Well, we wake up in bed with our clothes on top of the covers, the room is way too warm because we forgot to turn off the heater, it shut off by itself probably when it got too hot. Probably used up a lot of electricity but what's done is done and we don't feel any regrets about wasted money.

We both drank too much beer, I drank one more than you, and we both drank exactly one bottle too many to not make us sleepy but horny, so we fell asleep in the first 15 minutes of watching the movie on the laptop, that we had unspokedly agreed was only a pretense to fo from cuddling to fondling.

The laptop too overheated from being on the bed.

I wake up first wanting to pee and hesitate for ten minutes, before getting up because I know it'll wake you out of your oblivious dreaming face, and shake off some of that delicious sleeping woman smell that goes so well with your hair that is only slightly ruffled and not too much out of its usual shape, the sign of a still sleeper. I give a kiss and as I rise on your dry unsuspecting lips and in response I get a nice shut-eyed scowl of someone who doesn't know yet when today is, but you'll take a peek at your phone when I'm in the bathroom and throw your cheek safely back on the pillow when you see 'Sunday'.

After I pee, and smile at the mirror, I realize I'm hungry and go to the kitchen, as I pass the door to the room and see the bed and your static long hair I smile again, just as I did to the mirror.

There's a small plate with two eggs in the fridge, I don't remember making them. OR them being there, I think I'll eat one only so I do, but when I look at the salt shaker I put some on the other egg and eat it too. I leave the plate in the fridge, because I can, and I realize now I'm still sleepy. I hover onto the bed, and when I realize I won't be able to get back into bed without waking you up, I accept it and clumsily drop myself down on my side.

You squirm and turn your back to me and sandwich my arm between your head and your pillow and, miraculously, it's in just that perfect spot where it's not uncomfortable for me. Plus you seem to have done all this while dreaming by instinct, and I'm glad I don't wake you, and I fall asleep wit ha smile which will probably take around five minutes to turn back into a drooling stupid face.

I wake up later and you're not in bed but I hear you nearby, and pretend I'm asleep but you can tell and don't say anything.

You bring two mugs of coffee, take one sip of yours and put them down on the table, no one will drink these and they will go coldm you sit on the bed next to my face, and smirk as I make waking-up mumbles. "Hey", you say with a mischevious smirk. "I want to go to the beach, do you want to go to the beach?", and I say "yeah", but you hear my tone saying "no, I just want to stay here and have sex" so you give me a half-true scornful face and say one of your tirades(?) kuje "or do you just want to put your dick in me and cum on my tits" and I know that means I've put my foot in it, and already ruined the chances of fucking this morning so the sentence, graphic as it is doesn't turn me on and I try to hide a sigh. Then you smirtk again, and put your face really close to mine, bat your eyelashes, as you alternate looking at my forehead, my lower lip and my slightly sunburnt cheeks. Then you putll a hand to stroke my beard and hairm do that for a few minutes then kiss my lips. After a few seconds a kiss back and this does on for a while, though I don't grab the back of your hear and put my fingers through your hair like I usually do, since I still want to enjoy the Sunday morning daze. You pull back and look at my eyes, and don't smile, tehn you smile again, and then you don't smile again, "well I won't let you", you say, it comes out disjointedly.

I close my eyes and smile, it's okay, I'm really relaxed. Then I feel the air in my leg and tour pulling my boxers and put your mouth on my limp penis, and it's okay because we've been together long enough  for me to be comfortable with you seeing my limp penis up close, and with me seeing you walk around naked, or cutting your toenails. You keep sucking me with your eyes closed until I'm hard in your mouth. This is pulling me out of my stupor, and I eventually make a little moan, to which you snicker and open your eyes and look at me and mimic my moan mockingly. I respond with an ever-so-faint angry stare and still smiling, you close your eyes again and keep sucking me, showing me that you plan to make me come so we won't have sex. When I come you freez in place for a few seconds and let me go slowly, and come lie next to my face again smiling triumphantly, I reply with a fake-annoyed smile. You get up and walk out. "I'm going to take a shower, wanna come, and fuck my ass in the shower", I don't reply, she smiles, I want to enjoy my refractory period looking at the ceiling but when you leave the room I smile because you swallowed my come. It's really hot druing the day, even if it was cold at night. When you come back you sit at the window smoking a cigarrette, I trun my head to let you know I'm watching you and you flash me your vulva from your seating position, in mid-puff, smirking again, and say "you're an idiot." When you're finished you come lie on me, your body is dry and soft, but your hair is wet and it sticks to my chest and it's nice. We do nothing and don't talk for an hour or so, then we get up, we get dressed, and sit down playing with our smartphones and I check things on the laptop. You say "do you want to finish the movie?", "No, we'll watch it tonight". We do nothing until we're really hungry then I say "I'm hungry" and we get our wallet and purse and go out without even considering cooking something.

We go to the closest pizza place and order a pizza each that is too big for us. After, the waitress comes by and asks "Anything else?" and instead of saying "No" I remember it's Sunday and say without thinking "Two beers," without any expression. You stare at me also without expression. I say "You didn't want a beer" and you say "I want a beer" mindlessly. We drink it and I have one of your cigarrettes, and you have one of them as well, I say "that movie is a bit boring I think" and you say "It gets better in the middle." We walk back hoome with our hands in our pockets, slowly and drowsily. We take an extra turn through the city center and stand still for a few minutes looking at the couples with children and strollers, some young people, some old people, some dogs. 

We don't look at each other, we just stare at the people, and then I start walking and you follow me, in a more quiet street you stroke my shoulder for a few seconds. We get home, I throw my keys on the table and throw myself on the bed, I'm drowsy from the beer and from doing nothing. You look at your hair in the mirror, then you sit on the bed and look at me for a while, then you put your hand on my chest, and I put my hand on the fleshy part of your hip going under the shirt. You lean down slowly and kiss me, and I lean up and kiss you. and there's no resistance just tongues, and eyes-closed and giving ourselves away. I go up with my hand to your breasts, and I know you so you're actively preventing your moans, but I like that, because it's you. As I do this, you stop, pull away, open your eyes, look at me without expression, then smile, then stop smiling, then kiss me again as you take my hand off your breast and down to your pussy  over your pants, and I do what we want me to do.

At a certain point a moean comes out and the kiss breaks and you look at me flushed like a wounded animal. Then you pull back and take off your pants, because it's faster, and tell me to take off my shirt with one look. You come back down to kiss me and lose stregth in your body. This telling me to put you under me, which I do, then I enter you and we have sex very slowly, and it's good, then I stop because I really wanted to eat you pussy and you're shocked because it wasn't in your plans, but it's too late to resist. I do whatever I want, and do more each time you moan or tug at my hair tighter, then I go back inside you and do it fast until I come, I don't know about you. But after standing(?) still for a while I pull back and look at your face and it's slightly angry and defeated, and I smile, and I go back down to kiss you, and you embrace me, and we lie together forever.

Later we get up to make the easiest dinner possible, pasta with whatever, eat it, talk about the movie which makes us curious, so you go set up the computer on the bed, and I look in the fridge but there's no beer, but there is a half bottle of red wine. We go to bed, we don't put on any clothers, under the blacnket, and I watch 15 more minutes of the movie until I fall asleep with my face in your chest, and five minutes after that you fall asleep.

HER

...I see. And that's a perfect day.

I

Yeah, "a" perfect day.

HER

Hm, well, too bad today we're not having sex, we're going to take a walk to the lake.

I

Fine by me.