Synopsis: Autumn is the most attractive girl at the bar. But even the most attractive girls can't help who they're drawn to.
A skin tight dress covered in white and black stripes was all that left any part of Autumn’s body to the imagination of the men at the Bubble Room bar, late Friday night. She chalked her pool cue and bent her body forward at the edge of the pool table, her hips radiating a silent pulse that generated primal, animalistic desire within the boys and men who stole a glance in her direction every chance they got. Sliding the cue back, through her fingers, she feigned a naivety about her own seductive power. To any stranger, she appeared to be here to enjoy a few drinks and to play a game of pool with her boyfriend. To the eyes of a more astute observer, though, Autumn was armed with the intent to establish a dominance over the mostly male patronage of the bar with her commanding sexual presence. All men were under her spell, helpless and hopeless to lead their own thoughts away from the body of the goddess presented before them.
If I am to one day die, went the thoughts of each man that night, I hope that I will find a woman of this caliber to embrace me in my afterlife – to carry me with sensuality toward the next phase of being. Other men, men of a more direct and less spiritual persuasion, entertained thoughts of table-top sexual conduct with Autumn, or an affair with this woman of such stunning beauty the likes of which their wives or girlfriends could never achieve.
Autumn took a shot, sending two striped balls into pockets at the far end of the table. Her bright-plaid-shirt wearing boyfriend was impressed.
“Be right back, babe,” he said. He set his pool cue and drink down on the edge of the table and went to the bathroom.
The cocktail glass met Autumn’s full lips as she took a sip. Onlookers with thirsty hearts dreamed that their own lips would one day be as lucky as the rim of the glass that held Autumn’s cocktail, which met so eloquently with her perfect mouth, and – they hoped – her heavenly tongue.
As she set her glass down at the edge of the pool table, Autumn felt a tickling sensation that moved up her legs, spreading from a narrow line to a wide, fully realized feeling around her entire limb. She looked down, but in the dimly lit bar, was unable to understand what she was seeing. It appeared that small things were moving up her legs. She began trying to brush them off, but they moved all the way up her dress, invading regions that Autumn had reserved solely for her bright-plaid-shirt wearing boyfriend. After brushing at her legs, she noticed the small objects coming off in her hands. They were spiders. Very tiny, fast moving, unthinking spiders. Autumn shrieked and brushed more furiously at the spiders as they crawled up her legs. As she swept them off of her, her eyes tracked the source of the swarming arachnids to a steady line coming across the floor, continuously and furiously marching toward her. Her eyes followed the trail of stampeding spiders to their source – they were spilling from the pant legs of a man only ten feet away from her, turned with his back toward her, seemingly engaged in conversation with a group of friends. From the bottom of his pants, and down his shoes, crawled the creeping, eight legged millimeter troopers.
Her furious brushing and sweeping were by now useless motions, ineffective to the invasion. The spiders swarmed her, crawling with intent up her dress toward a holy place. Autumn looked pleadingly to the man whose pants were supplying the never ending source of spiders. He slowly turned his head toward Autumn, shared a smile, gave her a wink, and nodded. At that moment, Autumn noticed a tingling from below her dress. It was an unexpected cosmic blast of pleasure and intimately administered satisfaction. Her horror quickly turned to spasms of bliss and bodily enchantment, rendering her unable to control herself. She fell to the floor, quaking with energetic thrusts and orgasmic screams that ripped through the conversational atmosphere of the bar, overpowering the music, dominating and silencing the voices. Autumn’s sensual tidal waves caressing her every nerve caused her dress to rip, and she pulled at its tears to try to remove it from her body. She wanted it gone, she wanted the spiders of pleasure delivery to swarm over her entire body.
The patrons of the bar stared in disbelief at the confusion before them. Autumn looked up to see the man standing above her, his pants still offering forth a swarm of fresh spiders. He slowly pulled his pants down to reveal a giant, watermelon sized colony of spider eggs, seemingly millions of tiny capsules, each hatching quickly and releasing waves of baby spiders that cascaded down the mound of eggs and along the man’s legs. The man smiled politely as he made eye contact with Autumn.
She knew, then, she’d be going home with this man tonight, and not her bright-plaid-shirt wearing boyfriend.
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