Alarm screams at dawn. Too fucking early. I drag myself up. Toilet dump. Programmable coffee brews black gold. Breakfast in silence—no rush, hate morning chaos. Shower quick, steam clears my head. Radio jingles news: doom and gloom. Then the date hits. Fuck yes—summer vacation starts now.
No scrubbing this dump. Elevator drops me streetside. City reeks: exhaust, piss, fresh bread. Light a cig, betraying last night’s quit vow. Steps lead to my cafe spot. Owner sets terrace tables, waves me in for espresso.
The Mutation
Plush banquette. Grab his paper. Percolator hisses. Cup scalds my lips—back it goes. Headline scan confirms the date. Biscuit crunch. Second sip: perfection. Home brew was shit.
Two regulars at bar. I’ll kill the morning here. ‘Got a light?’ I ask the guy across. Blue-eyed stunner, muscled arms. His lighter flicks. I offer cig back. ‘Sit.’ Owner brings doubles—mine’s drained.
Brigitte. Heading to work, remembered vacation. ‘Same, Philou.’ Laughter erupts. No plans. ‘Stay, get to know me.’ Flirt flows. Arm brush—soft, manicured hands dance as she talks. Sugar packet slips under table.
He dives. Perfect legs flash. Short skirt rides up. White thong glimpse. He surfaces red-faced. ‘Apnea or peeking?’
World freezes. Smokes hang mid-air. Clock’s milliseconds crawl—one digit per second. People statue-still. Eyelids droop in slo-mo. Drunk’s drool plunges eternal. Chatter warps to drone.
Only us pulse normal. Her eyes widen—fear. ‘What the fuck?’ I arm her shoulders. She shivers, presses close. Goosebumps rise. My jacket over her. ‘Time dilation. Factor 1000. Our second: their millisecond.’ Pauses stretch. Smoke coils lazy. Cop grabs gum, frozen mid-chew.
The Exploit
She calms, heats against me. Blush creeps. ‘If you raped me, that pig couldn’t save.’ Grin. I flip it. Power surges—mask cracks. Secret me awakens. ‘Want to kiss? No. I take.’ Grab his neck. Crush lips. Tongue invades, owns. Duel rages—wet, fierce. Battle won.
Minute ours: blink for them. Her cig glows faint. Slap-hand hovers. I break. ‘My rules now.’ Eyes lock—his hungry, mine command. Jacket off. Skirt drops—gazelle thighs, bronzed. Blouse unbuttons. Bra snaps free—heavy tits bounce, nipples hard peaks.
String soaks. Crowd blind. I strip him. Jeans pool. Cock springs—steel rod, throbbing. Mine fists it. Stroke hard. He groans. I shove table clear. Bend her—no, I mount. Pussy drips musk. Fingers hook clit—swollen, begging. She bucks.
Straddle him. Grip shaft. Sink down—tight, velvet glove swallows inch by inch. Balls-deep. Ride savage. Hips piston. Tits slap his chest. Nails rake pecs. ‘Mine.’ Walls clench cock. Faster. City pulse dead—our rhythm rules. Sweat slicks. Growls mix. Climax builds—explodes. I scream silent. Cum floods me. He spurts, owned.
Pull off. Juices drip. Wipe. Dress fast—clothes pristine. Time ticks. World reboots. Chaos resumes. No stares. Sugar packet ‘falls’ now. Laugh. ‘Fun morning.’ Kiss cheek. Strut out. Vacation mine.
Back home. Routine snaps on. Lawyer suit tomorrow. But inside? Power thrums. Secret frozen fuck fuels me. They slave time—I bend it. Stronger. Unbreakable. Night calls next hunt.