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Jasmine walked into the club and nonchalantly, handed her high heeled sandals to the young barman who knew her well. Rumour had it that he knew her very, very well indeed. Without even deigning to look at him, though he gazed longingly at her in mute appeal, she ordered a double brandy and padded across the floor barefoot, as though there were nothing unusual in being barefoot in a chic nightclub. Her head was held high and her Nile green dress was long, clinging to her beautiful body so closely that she might almost have been naked. She walked without care, consumed within the fires of herself.

As she moved, serpent-like through the crowd, the revelers moved out of her way reflexively. She curled her body sensuously into a chair beside the sweet blonde girl whose lover she had taken for her own and what she is said to have told her was later grist for the ever avid gossip mills of our social circle.

“You are  common little creature who has only mere cuteness of silly teenager. Your appeal will not last even into your mid-twenties, if that. You claim to know how to please a man but you know nothing. You will never be as I am. You will never know what I know. You will never possess that which keeps every man who has ever known me, including your lost love, in my thrall, even long after I have done with them. In truth, the boy I took from you has begun to bore me. And so I shall soon dismiss him and very likely he will come running back to you.”

She threw her long dark hair back and laughed. There was a touch of madness in that laugh, in her movements, that made her simultaneously fascinating and frightening. It was always difficult not to hang upon her every move for one never knew what was to happen next. She was like a strange lily, swaying upon a Japanese screen. It was as if only she were truly alive in any room she inhabited.

“You should thank me, darling. He will be grateful now for his loyal, albeit boring little girl. For when I have finished with him, he will be scarred, body and soul and need to take comfort.  And certainly he had much to learn of how to please a woman and I have taught him that. So again, you should thank me.”

She took a long, lingering sip of her drink and swirled it about absently in the snifter.

“I am not like you, little girl. I never have been and never will, thank the Gods. But I will give you some advice, though you will no doubt refuse to listen. You go about craving love. And you make the age-old mistake of confusing sexual company for it. Time and time again, you will be disappointed. Ah, but you are not listening. You look at me only to hate. That is really no concern of mine. I take my pleasures where I find them and at the moment I decided to make that boy of yours my own, he was what I wanted. And so I took him.”

Her shrug was both careless and eloquent.

“And now I am nearly done with him. One more afternoon and evening I will take to pleasure myself with his body and then I will send him packing. No, little girl, I am not like you. I am not sweet but silly little girl with romantic notions, no.”

I am the cruelest of all women. I am the proud adventuress who touches men and rips them to shreds for her own pleasure. I am the outlaw who misbehaves for fun.”

 

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