"Hermaphroditus"

Sometimes it can be a frightening proposition looking at the dirt and dust that lies under your bed. My humble lil home left empty as my furniture had been packed and shipped. I was moving to a new address. I had taken residence in a loft style apartment in the Soho within walking distance of Phoenix an underground club off Brewer Street.

I gazed around the room, looking at walls if only they could talk oh what wonderful stories they would tell. I was moving to the city, new responsibilities, new expectations and hopefully new stories. It was a busy week; I walked out leant against the railing on the balcony. The cold steel of the railing coming into contact with my partially exposed behind. My worn jeans almost defying gravity, being held together in places with safety pins.

I cast my mind back to all things I've done whilst living here. It was ironic that I was moving out finally on my birthday, something I didn't plan. I slide my hand along the railing and looked at the crack on the glass near the door. I could have had it replaced, just one lil pane in a glass wall. It reminded me though of the most amazing person I met.

I was looking like a lost sheep in the Xcite main store, trying to find the piercing. I thinking to myself I should ask but was it a little taboo. I was looking at the shop information board, running my fingers up the back of my neck and through my silky red hair. I felt a tingling sensation all over me; I caught a glimpse of her in the corner of my eye as she walked past me.

"First Floor, turn right at the stair case, left at the end of the corridor, you'll walk straight into them", she said. I turned and said "Are you psychic or you just love reading my mind", but she was gone. I swung my head both directions I saw a slip of a dress slide around the corner of a hallway entrance. I hurriedly walk towards it, I looked, and she was gone.

I didnt know who she was, all I could picture was her jet black hair partially disguising her face. I walked into a saloon bar a few days later. I was here to work a simple arrangement I dance on the bar watch the drunks fill my jar with money, while the owner rapes them of their money and boots them out for being too drunk.

I dancing on the bar with my favourite black rock star leather boots, my skirt was short, blood red. I had an almost sheer whit shirt un-buttoned and tied at my breast-bone. My hips swayed, I was grooving with the music Buck cherry, Crazy Bitch. It was loud, loud enough to drown out my attempt to sing.

I felt a hand slide up my leg, normally I would react but this was soft it wasn't the usual drunk. That much I could sense, I looked down. I met her in stare, her silky jet black hair mesmerising brown eyes. “Heart of fire” she said referring to my jewellery I purchased. It was hidden from view, I smiled looked at her and was about to speak when I was distracted by some drunk. I looked back I felt the hand slip away she was gone; I saw her move between the crowd.

I wanted to know more, I knew I didnt have to look. Who are you I said to myself. My night was done, I collected my tips, said goodbye to the bar staff. I retreated to the serenity of my home, I flopped onto the bed I new it would be a while before Sami came home. I mustered enough energy to slip my boots off and then drifted off.

I woke sometime later the moonlight lit up the silhouette of my mysterious friend as she stood on my balcony. I opened my eye's lifted my head and looked out my open door.

Someone had eluded my security system it seemed. My instinctive nature led me to pick up a shoe from the side of the bed; I lazily threw it towards them. Smack, Crack, I hit the glass near the door to the balcony.

"Who do you think you are, this is ....oh its you, so you stalking me I see" I said. I slipped out of bed, slipped my porn star tank top on. I stood in the door way, my hands outstretched pressing against the metal door frame.

My tank top covered my lady lumps, my belly piercing sparked in against the moonlight. I looked down noticing and adjusted my G string on my hips. I wasn't really dressed but nor was I expecting company at such a late hour. Sleep was precious to me, it was after midnight three am was my usually start.

"Are some kind of goddess or something, I see glimpses of you, I sense your presence, who are you" I said to her. She laughed as she said "No baby cakes just an urban myth". I laughed "now that is some line sweet, do have copyright on that?”

I walked closer, stood opposite her and looked into her eyes. I sensed some degree of sadness, I slid my hand along her shoulder, she titled her head towards it, and I twirled her hair strands.

"You’re lonely, but you feel almost misunderstood" I said. I wiped a tear from her eye. A complete stranger too some degree, yet I felt compassion, I hugged her. She held me tight almost like she hadn’t received one for many a year.

I felt a growing impression, I looked surprised I caressed her cheek; she made more of an impression on me. Surprise became quizzical. I slipped my hand down her chest, I took a step back. I untied her overcoat. I gazed at her black looking pants. She bit her lip, I slipped my hand inside. I held her in my hand. She slipped out the gentlest of moans.

"Now what’s so bad about that, sweet? My fingernail underneath her brushed past something. Something odd, my finger darted further. I placed my free hand over my mouth. "Oh my god" I said. "Now you are something"

A million questions raced through my mind, my hand had a mind of its own, and the moans became louder. I was deep in thought almost ignorant to what I was doing.

The questions just kept coming, I didnt know what to say I wanted to know so much. I would occasionally look open my mouth as if to say something.

Then I looked I saw ecstasy on her face, I looked down "Opps" I said. I slipped my hand out. Seemed as though I left a mess. She looked at me an smiled.

Come inside I moved out of the way and watched her walk towards my bed. I leant against the railing and smiled, as I watched her undress. I looked at the cracked glass.

I broke from my stair, the railing still felt as cold as it did that night. I wonder what became of her, I sometimes see that shock of hair moving away through a crowded room.

I stepped away from the railing, switch the light off for the last time and teleported off to the Soho.

Oz