Mystery in Fishnet Tights

 not sure if i'm going to continue this. just a random idea in my head.

Copyright 2012

Viewpoint: The Mystery Girl. Who the Hell is she?

             “Hi, I’m looking for Tyler Jackson?”

            Max looked up and tried not to goggle at the beautiful girl standing in front of him. She had smooth, dark caramel-colored skin with sparkling black eyes and tumbling curly hair. He managed to keep his eyes fixed on hers as he responded, “He’s in his room. I can get him if you want.”

            She leaned towards him and smiled mysteriously. “I want.”

            Max looked back at her as he jogged up the stairs. He didn’t know who the girl was, but Ty sure was lucky to know her. Smiling slightly, she sat down in a plush armchair, crossed her legs, and waited.

            Max pounded on Ty’s door. He finally answered, looking slightly annoyed. “What, man?”

            “There’s a girl downstairs waiting for you.”

            “Who is she?”

            “She didn’t say who she was, but man is she smokin'. I wouldn’t keep her waiting if I were you, dude.”

            Tyler frowned, confused, and walked downstairs. He froze when he saw her: her skin seemed to gleam under the cheap fluorescent lounge lights; her eyes sparkled intelligently; and her legs, crossed at the knee and covered in black fishnet tights, sent a shiver up his spine.

            The normal reactions hadn’t changed; he wasn’t at all surprised when her mysterious smile drove him wild.

            She smiled even wider as his eyes went up and down her body. “Hey Ty. You miss me?”