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IGirl pulled the camera out of her bag and let her skirt ride a bit higher on her thigh as she stalked toward the half pipe.
They were physically interchangeable from a distance, four scruffy, lanky teenage boys. But she didn’t need to scope them for long before she identified her target. He was bolder and more reckless than the others. And pushy, taking the pipe out of turn. Enough ego to squash his better judgment.
‘Mind if I take a few shots?’
She directed the question specifically at him and started clicking random shots without waiting for a response.
He grunted, kicked off the edge, down the concrete up the other side and into the air.
He did it again this time rotating twice in the air. Satisfied, even smug, he pulled off and careened over to her.
‘You a photographer?’ He was taking the bait quickly.
‘Artist/photographer, I like movement.’
‘Right..yeah..cool.’ He gave her a quick smile before putting his board down and dropping in on one of his mates.
They were self conscious with her there. It was now more about showing off than about pleasure and they seemed very competitive. IGirl wondered whether they were actually friends.
All the pieces were in play but IGirl needed to make the next move.
‘Hey, what’s your name?’ she asked, moving closer to where he came off the pipe.
‘Ben. Get any good shots?’
F*#%, she could almost taste him, lush beating veins beneath sweaty skin.
‘Why don't I show you?’ she said, watching the grin on his face spread.
‘Is that all you want to show me?’ He was a cocky little b*st%rd.
IGirl could feel her teeth grind, the saliva in her throat and hives forming under her arms.
‘I like taking photos of you Ben, you look really hot on that board.’
‘You want a go on it?’ he asked, coming closer and offering her the board.
‘I’m not really dressed for it,’ she smiled and moved her hips.
‘Guess not,’ he replied, eyes lingering a bit longer on the package.
The three other boys were moving off. ‘Later’ he nodded as they walked away in a group, snide comments and leers at ‘Ben’s score’.
What sort of fantasy land did these boys live in, IGirl wondered? But everything was playing out.
‘To be honest, I’m a bit wasted,’ she said as he stood beside her.
‘Yeah.. me too.. had a chooff just before you rocked up.’
‘Pot? I’m a different kind of wasted,’ she said, offering up the final hook.
‘Really.. cool.’
‘I’ve got more if you’re keen,’ she said.
Christ, IGirl thought, I’m kitted out in an unfinished designer mini dress stalking and pushing drugs on teenagers in a park. But at this point her need far outweighed any conscience.
‘F#$% yeah.. hey, what’s your name?’
‘Belinda,’ she replied, ‘call me Bel.’
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IGirl pulled the camera out of her bag and let her skirt ride a bit higher on her thigh as she stalked toward the half pipe.
They were physically interchangeable from a distance, four scruffy, lanky teenage boys. But she didn’t need to scope them for long before she identified her target. He was bolder and more reckless than the others. And pushy, taking the pipe out of turn. Enough ego to squash his better judgment.
‘Mind if I take a few shots?’
She directed the question specifically at him and started clicking random shots without waiting for a response.
He grunted, kicked off the edge, down the concrete up the other side and into the air.
He did it again this time rotating twice in the air. Satisfied, even smug, he pulled off and careened over to her.
‘You a photographer?’ He was taking the bait quickly.
‘Artist/photographer, I like movement.’
‘Right..yeah..cool.’ He gave her a quick smile before putting his board down and dropping in on one of his mates.
They were self conscious with her there. It was now more about showing off than about pleasure and they seemed very competitive. IGirl wondered whether they were actually friends.
All the pieces were in play but IGirl needed to make the next move.
‘Hey, what’s your name?’ she asked, moving closer to where he came off the pipe.
‘Ben. Get any good shots?’
F*#%, she could almost taste him, lush beating veins beneath sweaty skin.
‘Why don't I show you?’ she said, watching the grin on his face spread.
‘Is that all you want to show me?’ He was a cocky little b*st%rd.
IGirl could feel her teeth grind, the saliva in her throat and hives forming under her arms.
‘I like taking photos of you Ben, you look really hot on that board.’
‘You want a go on it?’ he asked, coming closer and offering her the board.
‘I’m not really dressed for it,’ she smiled and moved her hips.
‘Guess not,’ he replied, eyes lingering a bit longer on the package.
The three other boys were moving off. ‘Later’ he nodded as they walked away in a group, snide comments and leers at ‘Ben’s score’.
What sort of fantasy land did these boys live in, IGirl wondered? But everything was playing out.
‘To be honest, I’m a bit wasted,’ she said as he stood beside her.
‘Yeah.. me too.. had a chooff just before you rocked up.’
‘Pot? I’m a different kind of wasted,’ she said, offering up the final hook.
‘Really.. cool.’
‘I’ve got more if you’re keen,’ she said.
Christ, IGirl thought, I’m kitted out in an unfinished designer mini dress stalking and pushing drugs on teenagers in a park. But at this point her need far outweighed any conscience.
‘F#$% yeah.. hey, what’s your name?’
‘Belinda,’ she replied, ‘call me Bel.’
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