A dirt poor author, a manipulative Mick. A relationship that could make one sick. Far back in time, in a web of lies, so here is the story of The Spider and the Fly.
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"Hello? Mick?" Blizzy spoke into the phone, just after dialing in the number that Mick left her.
"Yes?" A smooth and inquisitive voice came across the line. It was clearly Mick's.
"Remember me?" Blizzy asked, worried that he managed to get with some other birds in a short amount of time, and completely forgot about her.
"Why, yes. Of course I do." Mick was lying. He didn't really remember Blizzy, the bird he screwed last night, but he soon would. After all, she was going to go to his house later tonight, and he would sweep her off her feet. He would make sure of it. And then from there, Blizzy would stay entangled in his web. At least for a few more months.
"Well, I've made my decision," Blizzy stated. "I will take you up on your offer."
"So you do want to date me, hm?"
"Yes."
"In that case, I'll see you at my place tonight." Mick was being vague, leaving Blizzy to be confused.
"What time? Where is your house? Will we spend the night together? I think you might be too far away from me. What if I can't afford a taxi?" Blizzy fired the questions away. She was really confused. "Why did you even use the hotel room last night?"
Mick took the phone away from his face, and sighed. If this bird was going to be this annoying, then he wouldn't really want to date her. He was going to have some explaining and clarifying to do. "Seven. Yes we will, if you wish. I'm not too far out of London. And I used the hotel room because I knew I was going to get with some bird that night. It's best not to drive all the way home with her after all. A hotel room is just easier and there." After a bit more explaining, Mick gave Blizzy his address, and decided that Blizzy would take a taxi there. But for Blizzy, taking a taxi would mean no more treating herself to anything extra for a month.
"Thank you! I'll see you then!" Blizzy hung up, as did Mick.
After Mick hung up, he looked around his house (It was only one story, and was not the biggest abode ever) and decided that it needed to be cleaned. After all, he wanted to leave an exceptional impression on Blizzy. So Mick brought out his seldom used mop and broom, cleaning supplies and rags, and started to clean up the place. He wanted to make sure everything was perfect for his fly.
At around seven at night, a hurried knocking was heard on the door. Mick rushed over to open it, ever so carefully. Blizzy was standing there, in a cloche hat and a flapper dress. How classy. It only made her look a little bit more attractive to Mick, which was a good thing.
"Hello." Blizzy smiled pleasantly at Mick, and spoke in a soft voice.
"Hello, Love. You look awefully beautiful tonight." Mick looked her over and smirked. She was far too stupid to be a bird, but enough to be a pesky little fly. At least she was beautiful in his eyes, and was caught in his lustful gaze. A beautiful fly dressed up in 20s garb. How spectacular.
"Hehe..." Blizzy blushed and looked down. "Thank you! Might I say you look so... Handsome tonight?"
"Oh, you're absolutely welcome. You deserve high praise after all," Mick tried his best to be as polite and charming as he possibly could. "Thank you. Now won't you please come inside?"
"Yeh, 'course I will. Thanks!" Blizzy's face was crimson red. She felt super awkward, super nervous, and slightly insecure. It was exactly what Mick wanted. He could easily get her to do anything.
Mick stepped outside, put one arm around Blizzy, and then stepped inside with her. "Don't you notice how clean this place is? I did it just for you." A smile formed onto Mick's face.
Blizzy smiled back, eyeing everything and admiring how neat and organized everything was. It was just as she liked it. "Yes! I absolutely love it. I love how it's so clean and neat."
"Well, I only want the best for my bird." Mick's grin turned into a toothy one as he lead her around the house, showing her around and what not. When the mini tour was all over with, they went back to the parlor. Blizzy sat on the couch, and Mick sat down next to her, and they were both around a meter apart from each other.
It was kind of awkward.
"Thanks? Er..." Blizzy shifted around uncomfortably. She had not a clue as to what to do.
"It's not a problem at all." Mick grinned, and decided to make a quick and sudden move towards Blizzy. He held onto Blizzy, and decided to give her a gentle kiss on the lips. He felt his own plump lips touch her (mostly fat bottom) lips. Blizzy froze up, still not used to this whole kissing thing yet. She didn't know how to react.
Mick felt all proud of himself and everything... Before seeing Blizzy's reaction. "Wot? Did you not enjoy that? We've done MORE than that yesterday. Why are you so bothered by-"
"No, no! I just wasn't... Expecting it." Blizzy stared off into the distance before focusing back on Mick. "But that doesn't mean I didn't like it." She added a small smile at the end.
"Good." Mick smirked, relived, and decided to kiss her again, getting ever so close to her. Blizzy felt even more flustered than before. And once Mick pulled away, she made sure to sneak yet another kiss in there. This was followed by another one. And another one. And soon it escalated from there and turned into something else.
Blizzy thought that this was affection. She thought that this was love. But in all reality, it was all fake. Every single bit of it was fake. This was only just a game between predator and prey. What a cruel, cruel game.
