Sidewalk Art

Sidewalk Art

By Clarice Pinkard

I smile coyly and lean over the small dining table watching Tim gape at my exposed breasts. Men are so easily manipulated. This one, “Tim”, is no different from the others. His chestnut colored hair is gelled back and I can faintly see the outline of a wedding ring in his suit pocket. He is babbling about work, or the weather, or something inconsequential and tedious. I don’t know what he is saying and I can’t imagine he could either as his eyes wander from my red stained mouth, to my chest, to his slab of rare prime rib.

“But, anyway, Jules, tell me more about yourself”, Tim inquires, forcing me to break out of my endless series of plastered smiles and head nods.

“I’m afraid I’m a simple woman, Tim,” I answer, “I’m a 24 year old kindergarten teacher, it’s not the type of lifestyle that warrants many adventures.” I smile innocently while Tim nods and throws his head back, chomping on another bite of meat. He said nothing but his eyes flashed in a way that made me certain he wanted to add some adventure to my life... tonight.

I know what men like Tim want. They want a break from their dried up, nagging, wrinkled wives. They want the feeling of being alive that being with a hot 24 year old will give them. They want youthfulness in their lives because they’re no longer youthful themselves. Tim is just one on the conveyor belt of geezers who have taken me out and bought me dinner. He wants power over me, but as his eyes mechanically roam over my body I know that I hold the power. The power is in my black dress and straight teeth. The power is in the fact that I can make this man do whatever I want him to simply because he wants my body for the night. This power is why I do the things I do...

“Dessert, babe?” Tim asks, “they have dark chocolate mousse.”

I look at the menu and systematically select the most expensive dessert listed,

“I’ll have the creme brulee” I smile brightly at the waiter without looking at Tim. I know he will buy it for me. He would buy anything for me at this point in the evening.

“Excellent choice, ma’am is there anything else I can get for you two?” He asks although he has a hard time tearing his eyes away from me to look at Tim.

“No. That’s all.” Tim answers curtly, willing the waiter to back away from me. The surge of power I feel warms me to the core. I trace the brim of my wine glass with my index finger, bite my lower lip, and lock eyes with my dinner companion, knowing full well what effect this will have on him. Aroused, he shifts in his seat uncomfortably and checks his rolex, counting down the minutes until he can take me to the closest high class hotel he can find. I can sense that one more move on my part will set him over the edge so I take my free hand and squeeze his thigh slowly but deliberately.

Tim’s aged face lights up in exactly the way I knew it would as he feigned control and choked out, “Babe, let’s skip dessert, ok? are you ready to go now?” He flashes his teeth at me in a way that reminds me of a chimpanzee and makes my stomach churn unpleasantly.

“Sure, babe” I answered sweetly, “let me me just use the ladies.” I picked up my oversized black leather purse and headed to the bathroom, receiving several lascivious glances from men as I glided by in my four inch stilettos. I get to the bathroom, reapply my red lipstick and then check my bag to make sure I have all the items I need for the evening.

I walk to the exit to find Tim droopy and watching me eagerly like a hungry basset hound. I smile at him through gritted teeth to avoid showing my annoyance, and he smiles back, happy and sure of himself. He knows he is being accompanied by the most beautiful woman in Manhattan and I know I am going to do just what I want with him.

“I am taking you to the Four Seasons babe, it’s a few blocks away, I’ll get us a taxi” Tim tells me while simultaneously hailing a cab with his right arm.

“Oh no, sweetie, I’d rather walk.... If that’s ok” I reply while clutching my purse closer to my body.

“Of course, babe, whatever you want”, Tim replies taking my hand and leading me swiftly in the direction of the Four Seasons.

We take the route that I always take with the long line of Tim’s that have come before this one. I know every dip in the sidewalk, every stop sign, every alley of this road. I’m quite fond of this road actually. It has a New York City feel to it but it never has anyone on it. This lack of pedestrian traffic allows me to be more intimate with Tim without offending anyone.

About halfway to the hotel I tug on Tim’s hand so he will stop walking and pull him around to face me. I then weave my fingers through his hair and walk him towards my favorite alley. I feel him gripping my waist tighter and running his firm hand through my dark auburn hair and down my spine.

“Oh yes, baby” I moan while pushing him farther down the ally and taking off his suit jacket. I lower him onto the concrete. I climb on top of him and kiss him deeper. Sighing, biting his lip, and rubbing his chest. I continue like this for several minutes until I have him gasping for more.

“Take me, babe.” He whispers desperately into my ear.

“Close your eyes” I reply, kissing each of his closed eyelids while unbuckling his belt. I turn to my purse and pull out my shiny new kitchen knife.

“Please, Jules” he whimpers like a dog with his eyes still close. Impatient from my pause.

“OH YESSSSSS” I scream manically and plunge the knife into his heart and then stuff his jacket in his mouth to muffle his scream. I stand up and smile down happily at my newest art project. Reveling in the beauty of the vibrant red fluid soaking his expensive white shirt and the cold cement of New York City. The cement that felt nothing as a man’s fresh blood oozed into it’s cracks. I remove the man’s wedding ring from his jacket pocket, return it to it’s place on his dead finger, and glide away in to the beautiful Manhattan night.