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Monday, November 16, 2009

Microfantasy Monday Week #54: "Games"

Tanya smiled to herself, anticipating his arrival in a few minutes.

Her plan was working to perfection so far. She'd reeled him in with the most confusing and bewildering array of mind games she'd yet been able to manage. Calling him in the middle of the night to talk about things that were bothering her, and only letting him go when he'd be too tired at work the next day to be anything other than useless. Whispering in his ear that she wasn't wearing panties at the beginning of a date, then angrily slapping him across the face when he tried to explore a bit under her dress. Texting him about how horny she was and how badly she needed to be fucked, then pleading exhaustion and a headache when he arrived, panting like a dog. Deliberately ignoring dozens of gradually more frantic voicemails, then calling him out of the blue and passing it off as her "just being so busy". Writing a romantic, emotional poem and leaving it in his briefcase, then laughing, "Oh, you thought that was serious? Don't be silly, darling." Disappearing halfway through a date and leaving him to pick up the check....and pay for a taxi home, since she'd stranded him as well. She was particularly proud of that last one.

Yes, it had worked beyond anything she'd ever dreamed. She'd never seen a man so drunk with lust, so turned on and twisted far out of recognition that he'd fall at her feet without a whimper if she so much as crooked her little finger.

But where was he? He was five minutes late, and that wasn't like him at all. She picked up her phone and dialed his number, quite peeved. Ten rings brought her his voicemail, with a message she hadn't heard before. "Sorry, can't get to the phone right now. Off for a vacation and I've left my phone behind. If it's important, leave me a message and I'll get back to you."

Well! That was really quite exasperating. If she were important? She drew in breath, preparing to blast the voicemail with a piece of her pique, and then was dumbstruck as the message continued, "........Oh, and if you're Tanya, don't bother calling me again. Ever. We are done, finito, over with."

The world reeled. Dimly her mind registered the voicemail beep, dimly her body went through the automatic actions of closing the phone. She couldn't get the sense from it, couldn't comprehend what she'd heard. Her brow furrowed and her mouth worked, shaping the words slowly: Done. Finito. Over with.

But.....he'd been enjoying the games they'd played. Hadn't he?

(This is my contribution for Sweltering Celt's Microfantasy Monday. The theme, as you may have guessed, is "Games". And if it sounds overly bitter, don't worry, that's just my extreme distaste for the games some women play coming through. I'm sure none of you lovely folk would ever do things like this.) 

-- PB


Gray said...

Hahaha I love the ending!! I can not stand games. And it drives me crazy when people play them. Love the piece. :)

Anonymous said...

When you tease, you have to be able to take it to the end!

Loved the ending too. :)

The Panserbjørne said...

Gray: For some reason I just had to write an angry bitter piece this time. I don't do that often, but yes I HAVE had experiences with women playing stupid mind games in the past, and they really annoy me. So...this is the result. Glad you liked it, anyway.

Flower: Some people can dish it out, but they can't take it, can they? More fool she, I'd say. I'm glad you liked the piece -- wasn't sure what kind of reaction I'd get with this.

-- PB

Ms Scarlett said...

OMG - love it....

I'm someone who can't stand games either (and really sucks at them), so this made me giggle...

The Panserbjørne said...

Scarlett: Good! I'm glad to see that some share my distaste. Makes me feel slightly less bitter about the portrayal. :)

-- PB

Isabella Snow said...

I can't understand why those sort of games turn so many men on...? And I wonder how interested they still are once they finally get the pootang??

T - Another Geek Girl said...

Those were some interesting turns. I do love a story that doesn't take the expected path. This certainly made a statement. No games here.


The Panserbjørne said...

Isabella: It's a complete mystery to me as well. I keep thinking of a comment an old friend once made to me: "No matter HOW beautiful she is, someone, somewhere, is sick of her shit." :)

T.: I don't exactly *specialize* in twisty tales, but I do love to throw in the unexpected to keep people on their toes. In this case, though, I figured *everyone* would see it coming a mile away. I guess I was wrong!

-- PB

Anonymous said...

Looks like little Ms. Tanya got her just reward...big fat notta! I to hate games and people who play them.

The Panserbjørne said...

Southerngirl: And so do I. With a passion. But then, you could probably guess that from this entry. :)

-- PB

Kyle said...

yeah.. that was extreme game playing for sure. I wouldn't mind some of that, just to get me hot and bothered.. but if it went on too long, I'd do what he did.

Great microfantasy monday, welcome to the club

The Panserbjørne said...

Kyle: Thanks! I appreciate the welcome. Glad you liked the fictionlet, too.

-- PB