Free Spectacular Stranger by Lucia Jordan Page A

streamed down her face, and she sobbed aloud like a child. As the dress
quickly burned into nothing, she gained control and got up to watch it. The
flames did not leap high – there wasn’t enough fabric for that, instead
it curled and burned slowly like a body on a funeral pyre. It was fitting. It
was the death of her dreams, after all.
    As the dress became nothing
more than a heap of smoldering ash, Kelly felt she felt lighter, refreshed. She
took herself back indoors and went to the bathroom. She splashed cold water on
her face, looking at her youthful complexion, honed with those facials and
exercise in the lead-up to her wedding. She knew what she wanted, and it didn’t
lie in the cold emptiness of her house. The young woman nodded at herself and
went into her bedroom.
    The phone on her nightstand
flashed as it rang silently. Kelly had disabled the ringer since the calls
started coming in, but even silently, it was still ringing, it just wouldn’t’t stop. Her family just could not see why she
wanted to be alone and they kept on calling to try and console her. She was
done talking to them. She had heard enough after the wedding that never was.
She wanted something else, something new.
    She put on a new black
dress from her cupboard which was meant for her
honeymoon and applied makeup diligently to her face. Tying her hair up, she
left the house, her heels clicking against the wood floor.

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
    Chapter Two

 
    She took a taxi into town
and allowed her frantic mind to go blank for the journey. She needed the
silence, the peace, the calm before the storm. She
paid the driver and ,arched towards her old haunt
– Santiago’s – once
the hottest club in town, but now reduced to a second rate venue full of
students and older women. But right now, she needed a place of memories –
where she danced before all of this happened.
    The club was half empty but
she didn’t care, all she wanted was to drink and dance and moment after
entering the club, she was getting both in unlimited amounts. She had always
been pretty good at holding her liqueur and she now made the most of that
ability. She turned around to watch the few dancers there were, and a tall man
in a white crisp shirt and black pants caught her eye. Instantly, she felt
drawn; she knew that was the answer to that nagging feeling. That was truly
what she wanted to do. She wanted to be fucked senseless, by a stranger, by
this stranger, by anyone who would give her pleasure.
    Jake had been the only man
who ever touched her. She had always bragged that she had only ever known her
boyfriend, her fiancé, her husband-to-be, but what a waste of her youth that
had been. And she no longer wanted Jake to be that special man – the only
one to have penetrated her. She wanted to let loose and lose her mind to new
pleasures.
    A stranger was perfect, it
added to the thrill. She could imagine herself naked under his body, his
unknown physical attributes thrilling her senses as she explored his assets.
She walked straight to him; he wasn’t dancing, but was just standing on the
sidelines watching with a glass of something that looked like fruit juice in
his hand.

 
    “Hello”, she said in the
sexiest voice she could summon and he turned around in surprise. A smile
flashed across his face, adding to his allure. He was pretty damn good looking;
his eyes a piercing grey, his teeth perfect and even.
    “Hey”, he replied,
extending his hand, “I’m Scott”.
    “Kelly”, she said, shaking
his hand. “Are you married Scott?” she asked boldly, the alcohol was getting to
her more than she thought, but she had to know. She had had one marriage
wrecked that week, she wasn’t going to add another to
her list.
    He chuckled at the sudden
bold question, “No, I’m not married”.
    “Girlfriend?” she asked and
the man’s eyebrows shot up, and he grinned.
    “Girlfriend, well kind of,”
he downed his drink and looked the woman up and down