Playing Games With Strangers

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A young girl pretends to be a hooker so that she can lure a man to play a game of hers.

Submitted: July 12, 2008

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Submitted: July 12, 2008



“Quick it up!” The girl asked slyly. She was no older than 15, and her blond hair was up to her shoulders, spiked up at the tips. Her lips glistened underneath the hotel room light. The man quickened his pace. He was tying her to the roof of the bed, his face was sweating profusely. He felt excited inside. He was no older than 50 years old, although he didn’t look it. He was quite fit for his age with muscular arms and chest. The girl licked her lips sensually, and then puckered them into a kiss. The man gulped as he started lying atop her body. It was soft, comfortable, and familiar to him. He was sleeping with hookers the entire week, and he was just starting to get use to it. The girl sighed peacefully, her mind started wandering off and he was slowly starting to get inside of her. At the blink of an eye, the girl knocked the man at the back of the hand with her suddenly released hands. My man groaned as he rolled off the bed, displaying his naked body for her to see. The girl started trembling as she was now angry, pointing to the man’s penis, “YOU WERE GOING TO PUT THAT MOTHER FUCKING THING IN ME?!” The man was confused as he didn’t understand the change of situation. He cupped his head with both his hands, “Okay, I see you’re upset, just let me have some fun, then we can bring you back.” He grinned, he obviously didn’t feel sympathetic. Like I’ve said already, he was use to hookers. The girl looked down at herself; she was wearing a white lace baby-doll dress that was now undone at the bottom. The man got up from the ground, and walked towards her, patting her on the shoulder, nudging her to lie back down on the bed. A grin suddenly surfaced from the girl’s face. The man thought she was coming to her senses and nudged her again. The girl willingly did. The man sighed as he was atop her body again, and he puffed a sensual sigh as he started rubbing his hands all over her soft body. He was attempting to get inside her once again until he heard a trigger of a gun to the left side of his head, then a cold surface grace his face. He suddenly jolted from the bed and hopped out. The girl’s face wasn’t innocent or sexually aroused anymore. Her face was smirking brightly, with her eyes cold as ice. “What do you think you’re doing?” The man pleaded, staring straight at the girl who now had a gun targeting towards him. The girl sighed peacefully to herself once again, looked down, and whispered under her breath, “Do you like games?”

“So what’s you name? I have to address you as something.” The girl was now fully dressed in a t-shirt and jeans. “I’ll give you anything, just look in my pants, take all the money you need, just leave me alone.” The man pleaded, his face was struck with terror of the now intense change of circumstances. He had been tied to the bed with a coarse, thick rope, covered in a stench that could’ve been blood. He was also fully clothed. The girl walked up to the man, and pulled the gun to his head, “Don’t try anything funny,” She reached in his left pocket, and pulled out a leather wallet. Inside was approximately 100 bucks in cash, two credit cards and a driver’s license labelled “Harold Smith”. “Well, isn’t this convenient…” The girl pulled out the 100 bucks and stuffed it in her back pocket. Harold glanced at her face. The girl’s eyes were still cold, and she was still smirking, “What more do you want from me? You’ve got your money, now let me go! I promise I won’t call the cops.” The girl placed the leather wallet on the side table by the bed and sighed, “I don’t think 100 bucks covers it.” “WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT DOESN’T COVER IT?! I ALREADY GAVE YOU 50 BEFORE!” Harold was starting to squirm in his spot. “Shh… it’s okay. I’ll let you go very soon, I just want to play a game with you. This will pay off the debt.” “WHAT DEBT?!” Harold screamed. The girl brushed his hair through her fingers, and with her other hand, wavered a finger to her mouth, ordering him to quiet down, “I get lonely on the streets, and I miss playing one game that none of the other girls know how to play. Can you play it with me?” Harold gulped, “What is it?” “So you agree?” The girl smiled innocently. Harold reluctantly nodded his head, “Fine, as long as you let me go afterwards.” The girl’s eyes twinkled, and her smirk reappeared, “Of course, I promise you’ll be free afterwards.” Harold ignored her smirk, “What game is it?” It felt odd to Harold that he didn’t think this was at all strange. “Oh, it’s just a simple game of tic tac toe.” “Tic tac toe? You mean none of the other girls on the streets know how to play a game as simple as that?” Harold couldn’t help but chuckle. “No, all of them know how to play tic tac toe, but none of them know how to play my variation of the game.” The girl then pulled out a taser and then a revolver on the coffee table not too far from the bed. Harold sharpened his eyes, “What’s with the taser and the gun?” The girl turned her head around to face him, “Wait a minute, I’m almost done the preparations. I’ll teach you the game soon.” She turned her head against him and then placed everything in order. “WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?” Harold screamed. The girl looked back at him again, and then wavered her finger to her mouth once again. She then proceeded to pulling the coffee table closer to the bed. She took a chair and sat down across from Harold. She cleared her throat and spoke, “So here’s how the game works. We play two to three games of tic tac toe. Whoever loses first gets tased with this taser. If the same person loses the next game, they get shot with this lovely revolver. Understand?” The girl smirked at him. “I don’t believe this. I’m not participating in any of this!” Harold was starting to get louder and louder, “HELP! HELP SOMEONE!” Harold yelped at the top of his lungs. The girl jumped off her seat with the taser in her hand and proceeded in tasing Harold with it until he finally stopped screaming. His screams were only whispers and mumbles, and his eyes were jiggling in shock. The girl exchanged the taser for the gun, and slowly starting gracing Harold’s body with it, “You little bastard, see what you did? I guess we won’t have enough time to play the game I had planned,” she sighed, “Well, I guess we’ll just have to move along.” The girl pulled the trigger back and put it to Harold’s head. “Sayonara, Mr. Smith. How naïve of you to think I was just a regular hooker.” A loud gun shot echoed throughout the room. Harold quit moving around. The girl tossed everything back into her bag. She sighed peacefully and opened the door. She nodded to man dressed in black, and he nodded back, smiling as well. The man in black walked into the hotel room and closed the door behind him.

The girl took a pair of large earphones from her bag and put them on, embracing the loud music as she walked out of the hotel, letting the shadows of the night consume her.

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