The Spiders Harvest

McMurtry sat devoid of all personality at the cocktail bar, her face sour, just like the olives in her martini, her makeup beautifully administered, hours of paletting, monkey juiced injections and dermer filler puffed her cheeks like rounded buns, her eyes were as black as coal, burning deep and hot inside, she watched every person enter the bar through the mirrored reflection of the giant display of every conceivable liquor bottle, the low seductive lighting made the atmosphere dark and sleazy. 

Marion was a whore with a high price tag, her leads with international dealers made her easy for a price, not necessarily for cash, she was hungry for rock, yes, her goal was rough diamonds, she would do anything to hold these beautiful minerals with her long slender fingers, her nails manicured to perfection.

The seams of her black sheer stockings went from the heel of her Cartier hoofs right up to her suspenders, a peek glimpse of tanned flesh as her velveteen cocktail dress offered a slit so obvious, it was enough to entertain a whole roomful of voyeurs.

Suddenly McMurty saw her mark, he was not your obvious agent type, he was short and stocky, probably a former rugby player, her facial expression changed to her seductive poise and her “fuck me eyes” glistened like the stars above, they made reflective contact and he steadily, if not slightly clumsily moved toward the bar, she tapped the stool next to her and he sat upon it, he moved in close and offered her his kiss, closing her eyes she took his offering, their tongues intertwined and he passed over the prize, she purred, knowing she was now the owner of yet another beauty, she swallowed gracefully, he pulled away, he ordered his drink and then sipped it whilst they jokingly made conversation.

He held her hand, leading her through the hotel reception, they took the elevator to his room, he was now ready for his reward, seductively they undressed, she placed a small pill on her tongue and gave it to him, they laid together, he was eager, his rough hands caressed her thighs, cupping her breasts he attempted to mount her, she spun him over and mounted his hardness, riding him roughly, her back arched, her talons stretched, clawing at his chest, she swore and hissed then threw her head from side to side, she knew the pill would split soon and he would display his feelings of complete ecstasy, within only a few more moments this spider would *eat* her prey, and it would be over, his body started to convulse, moaning from deep within he foamed from the mouth, and heaved a deep sigh.

She orgasmed as the diamond slowly pleasured her inner soul.

Wiping the makeup off her now nondescript plain face, the woman doubled checked her flight ticket to Amsterdam.

The black widow had struck yet again.

Eleven years on.

Mums passing was not as we had planned, it’s all very well wishing a cinema screen demise with candles, chosen music and at home with family around, it was never going to be like that, this was different, ours was a busy take in a hospital ward, life continued to operate behind our small curtained off bed area, family, what few we were all sat waiting for the final curtain call, people went, others came, knowing stares and hushed conversation was exchanged amongst us who waited.
Late on Thursday afternoon, my Mothers death was to be peaceful with the aid of strong pain relief, it was administered, briefly she opened her eyes, smiled and resumed her sleep, never to awaken, I saw her chest move slightly, and a small breath escaped her, I was holding her hand, caressing gently, suddenly, I realised what had happened, we tried hard not to sob out loud, everyone on the other side of the floral curtains now knew the situation, all went quiet for what seemed like an eternity, in fact it was probably just a nanosecond, the ward resumed its business, and we, as a family, had to resume with our lives, and today, eleven years on, we remember. RIP Mum. Xx