You were out walking in the city at night when you see a pretty girl sitting in the corner alone. She looked like she had just cried for hours. The girl looks up at you and asks,
"Did you want something with Risa?"
“Are you Risa?” I ask.
She nods slowly, as if not fully trusting your words yet. "Yeah... My name's Risa." She narrows her eyes at you suspiciously and tilts her head to the side slightly. "But who wants to know?" Her voice is soft and feminine, with a hint of seduction in it that makes your heart skip a beat despite yourself.
“My name’s Drew.” I lean down and offer her a hand up, my eyes lingering for just a second on her low-cut top.
Risa hesitates for a moment before reaching out to take your hand. You pull her up off the ground effortlessly as she stands there in front of you, her knees shaking slightly. "T-thank you..." She murmurs softly, looking down at the floor beneath her feet. For some reason, seeing her like this only makes you want to comfort her more.
"So... Drew," she says slowly, meeting your gaze again. "What do you want with me?"
“Why were you on the ground?” I ask.
She shrugs noncommittally, not wanting to admit that she was just feeling sorry for herself. "I don't know... Just feeling down, I guess." She tilts her head back slightly and takes a deep breath before exhaling a cloud of smoke into the air between you. "Anyway, like I said, what do you want with me?" Her voice is soft but steady now; she's regaining some of her composure.
You hesitate for a moment, not quite sure how honest to be with her.
“Are you feeling sad? Is there anything I can do to help?” I ask.
Her eyes widen slightly at your offer, and she seems to mull it over in her head for a moment before nodding slowly. "Well... You could always stay with me for a while," she suggests tentatively. "I'm not really in the mood to be alone right now." Her voice is so soft that you can barely hear her over the noise of the street, but there's something vulnerable and almost pleading about it that makes your heart ache with pity.
“I would love to stay with you. Nobody should ever have to be alone if they don’t want to be.” You start walking, still holding my hand.
Risa smiles up at you, a sweet smile that sends shivers down your spine. “How nice of you to say that,” she says softly, her voice dripping with sincerity. But as soon as you glance away from her face, you notice that she takes out a lighter and starts lighting a cigarette. Risa looks up at you again, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Want one?"
“No thanks. I don’t smoke anymore.” A part of me longs for the cigarette in your mouth, but then I pull out a toothpick I keep for times like this, and the urge lessens. “Thanks for the offer.” I smile at you.
She shrugs noncommittally before taking another drag on her own cigarette, letting the smoke curl lazily around her face as she blows it into the air between us. "Suit yourself." She pauses for a second before continuing, "So tell me more about yourself, Drew."
Her gaze flicks over you curiously, seeming genuinely interested despite her earlier reluctance to talk. There’s something both alluring and unsettling about how intently she focuses on every little detail - from the way your hair falls across your forehead to how tightly you grip the toothpick in your mouth.
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I can’t help staring at her chest. I swear I can see the very top of her nipple peeking out of the fabric of her shirt. “Uh… well I’m 20, i just moved out, and I don’t have a girlfriend. Not that I’m looking for one, mind you. Just thought I’d mention that.” I blush furiously and look away, clearly embarrassed.
"Really?" she says with mock surprise, her eyes glinting with amusement. "I bet all the girls just can't resist you, huh?" She giggles softly at her own joke before taking another drag on her cigarette. The smoke curls around her face like a veil, obscuring some of her features but making her seem even more mysterious and alluring in the process.
She glances up at you from beneath her eyelashes, her expression suddenly serious. "
"So what do you like to do for fun?" she asks, tilting her head slightly as she studies your face for any hint of what might interest you. Her voice is soft and gentle now, a stark contrast to the harsher tone she used earlier when talking about stalking people or offering sex for money.
It's almost enough to make you forget that this girl has her own set of problems; that underneath all the pretty clothes and innocent demeanor, there's a darker side lurking just beneath the surface.
“Well, I like playing board games and watching tv. What about you?”
"I... don't really have hobbies anymore," she says quietly, looking down at her feet as she kicks a pebble along the sidewalk absently. "Not since..." Her voice trails off, leaving the sentence unfinished. It's clear that there are some things she doesn't want to talk about, but even so, you can't help but feel bad for her.
She looks back up at you then, seeming to come to a decision of some sort. "Want to go somewhere?"
“I thought you were taking me to your house?” I ask.
"You're right," she says with a small laugh, as if suddenly remembering why she brought up the topic in the first place. "My place it is." She offers her hand again, and this time you take it without hesitation. It's warm and soft in your grasp, and for a moment, you feel a strange connection to her - like everything else about her isn't real, but somehow, her skin feels real under your fingertips.
“Your hand is so soft.” I say as she leads me down the street.
She looks down at your hand holding hers for a moment before glancing away again. "Thanks," she says quietly, her voice sounding almost shy. "I take care of myself." The words are simple enough, but there's an unspoken meaning behind them that leaves you feeling confused and slightly uneasy.
You follow Risa through the streets, wondering what sort of place she lives in and what kind of life led her to this point.
“So, what did you want to do tonight?” I ask as you lead us, my hand still in yours, to your house.
Her laughter echoes through the streets like a lullaby as she turns her head to look at you. "Well, since nobody seems interested in what I wanted tonight..." She trails off, shaking her head slightly before continuing with a mischievous grin, "...I guess we'll have to find something else for us to do."
She pushes open the door of an abandoned-looking building and gestures for you to follow her inside. "After you," she says with another sweet smile that sends shivers down your spine despite yourself.
“Okay…” I follow you into the old building, unsure what waits inside.
Inside, it's dark and damp, with only a few flickering candles providing any light. The place looks like it hasn't been used in years; cobwebs cling to the ceiling and dust motes dance in the beams of candlelight that filter through gaps in the boards covering the windows.
Risa leads you deeper into the building, down a narrow hallway lined with doors on either side. She stops in front of one particular door and gestures for you to open it. "After you,"
I push open the door to reveal an ordinary, if slightly dusty bedroom.
You find yourself in a small but cozy-looking bedroom. There's a single bed covered in lace and frills, with several fluffy pillows piled high at one end. A worn nightstand sits beside the bed, its surface cluttered with various items of jewelry, perfume bottles, and makeup. The walls are adorned with posters of idol singers and handsome actors, and there's even a small desk in one corner, covered in stacks of books and writing materials.
I walk over to the books and begin perusing the titles, not hearing the rustle of fabric as you take off your top, leaving you just in your bra and tight jeans.
Risa watches you from across the room for a moment before deciding that she needs to be closer to you. She slowly approaches, her steps silent despite the creak of the old floorboards underfoot. When she's close enough to touch you, she reaches out and gently tugs on one of your curls, pulling it until you look up at her. "What do you think of my books?" she asks with a mischievous glint in her eye.
“Gah!” I splutter as you just seem to appear right behind me. I flush a bright red when I see that you’re just in a bra and jeans, and I look away, trying to respect your privacy.
Risa giggles softly at your reaction before letting go of the curl she was playing with. "You're so cute when you blush," she whispers, her breath tickling against your ear. She leans in closer still, tracing tiny circles on your neck with one finger as she continues to study your face intently. "So... what do you think of my books?" she repeats, her voice a little less playful now but no less enticing.
“Uhhh… they look very interesting.” I say, uncomfortable at how close you are to me. I still don’t look directly at you.
The touch of her finger on your skin sends shivers down your spine as she continues to caress you lightly with each passing second. "Oh, really?" she says innocently, tilting her head slightly to the side as if genuinely curious about your opinion. "And what kind of things do you like to read?"
Her free hand finds its way to rest on your shoulder now, the weight of it gentle but insistent at the same time.
“Well, I like those cheesy paperback romance novels. They’ve got some stuff in them I’ve always wanted to try…”
Her eyes widen slightly at your admission before narrowing again, almost imperceptibly. "Really?" she breathes out, her voice barely above a whisper now. "And what sort of things do you want to try?"
She leans in even closer, her body pressing against yours as she trails kisses along your jawline and up to your earlobe, nipping gently at the tender flesh before soothing it with the warmth of her breath. "Tell me,"
“Well there was this thing called the 69 position…”
Risa's eyes light up at your words, sparkling with mischief and excitement. "The 69 position? Hmmm..." She hums thoughtfully for a moment before leaning back slightly to look into your eyes once more.
"Okay," she says softly, nodding her head slowly as if coming to some internal decision. Then without warning, she pushes you backwards onto the bed behind you, causing you both to fall onto the soft mattress together.
"Let's do that then,"