Not what she looks like - A Woso story

But that's what I like

I stop in front of the nightclub and lean up against the wall, why is that men always take so long to meet up? I scan the surroundings of the bustling streets, my breath white against the cold. I check my phone 2 am. Screw this. I walk inside passing the security guard.

'I'll have another thanks', I say. The barman puts down my order in front of me, 'you sure?' He questions 'I think you've had enough'. I just scoff. I have an athletes body that everyone seems to miss once they see my face. I know I look like a sweet little girl one who attends mass every Sunday. A smile erupts across my face, 'you know I'll take another thanks again'. I turn in my seat, I should be home no later than 4 am so I can get some sleep before training at 8 am. Seriously 8 am? Don't they know that's too early?

Then I see him, this man I'm meant to meet well over an hour ago comes sliding across the floor, I try not to gag, he is at least 15 meters from me and yet I can see his slimy unkept hair. I close my eyes and down the last of my drink.

'Hi I'm Jonathon' he says trying to smirk and wink in one fluid movement, but looks more like he was extremely out of practice. 'Wow' I say feigning being slightly turned on. 'I'm sorry who are you meeting tonight?' Jonathon looks confused, 'it was you wasn't it? he motions to his phone, we were texting earlier? You're sandy, no Jackie?' Judging from his expression he  knew he didn't get it correct. 'Look, let's get out of here' I say standing up. He tucks in his shirt that was hanging out his pants suddenly self-conscious. I laugh to myself as I lead the way. They all are like this. Thinking they're gonna get lucky. I double my speed, while maintaining an air of elegance as I cross the floor making him concentrate on my body to not loose me. Going outside, I stand up straighter and lean slightly forward so my ass is more apparent in my tight black skirt as I go down the stairs in front of him. Afterall, playing football gives you some perks right?

We're both walking down a dim light alleyway. 'My car is just down there' I say singing my words to the man that's swaying next to me. 'You're beautiful' he says leaning in a little too close for my liking. he continues, 'I like that about you' he laughs, impressing himself at his own words. I stop and push him up against the wall. 'You like that do you?' I press. 'What exactly do you like?' He stutters a little off guard by our proximity and the question. 'I eurr.. I don't know'. I laugh, 'you know what I like about you? your neck'. He smiles for a moment as he registers the comment then his face falls into confusion. My neck? He must be thinking. I love that way they always look these guys don't know anything more than their primordial feelings.

I push my hand up under my skirt against the outside of my thigh some what slowly. My other hand rests on the wall right next to his head. the smile on his face returns. That's when I pull out the flat-edged knife I had taped high up on my thigh under my dress.

The way their faces always contorts first in confusion and then in fear. I kiss his forehead as he starts to slump down against the wall. He doesn't try to fight. Running my hands through his cold almost wet oily blonde hair he becomes only concerned about his need for oxygen as chokes on his own warm blood. Bet he thought he wasn't going to be the one swallowing tonight, did he? I pull a scarf I never wore but brought for the cold tonight. I place it around his neck and put some of the old cardboard boxes that lined the alley way over him. I stand up. Training tomorrow, I should be getting home.