Johnny and The Cupcake Girl - Chapter One: Tit for Tat

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Behind car windows, in a world where all that mattered was the sway of the pavement, citizens were stricken by his evident sense of depravity. Coffee and the soot of dried leaves on his tongue, broken lung caged by once broken ribs, misshaped heart; The society sensed the ugly, which overwhelmed any possible sense of good.

They would tell the Cupcake Girl, subliminally, "Don't throw your pearls before swine". Sure she had pearls, but knew no swine. Heart ill-formed, vile lungs - At least they were there, she thought toward Johnny. To the Cupcake Girl, the most wretched of souls were not those whom are subject to ill form, but those who chose it.

Most would assume her favorite season was Spring; Beauty flowed into her transparent spirit.. Generously shared with her translucent counter-parts. In fact, she favored Fall. The honestly of imperfection, and inevitability of death, without the expectation of anything more or less, was a thought that drove her to die 1,000 deaths in search of someone so honest to their surrounding world. The world most simpletons could not see. The matrix of wonderland.

Johnny could hear her before she reached the door, just as The Cupcake Girl could feel Johnny before she tripped through the doorway.

Initial eye contact melted both minds. Johnnies, in a warm, heroin like wave. The Cupcake Girls, in an invasive fire - flames projected from the sadistic heart of he who has just immobilized her.

She nearly dropped the case of cupcakes, and in a slight stutter, asked, "Hi.. Mr. Reuger, right? Hi, I'm Pricilla. How Are you? I mean, today is a great day, isn't it?" - From the moment she saw him, she wanted to know what he felt like. Quickly diverting the thought to shine light on the wonderful day that she just recently decided upon.

After a what felt like a long second for Pricilla, Johnny replied, "Hello, cupcake girl - Welcome to my shop, what do you think?"

Pricilla quickly responded, "It's Great! I love it! I love how the ..... ", the rest of the sentence was a mumble to Johnny. He already knew the circumstances. He sharply replied, "Oh, yes! Now, tell me what you really think."

Pricilla seemed a bit uneasy now. "Haha, what? No, I love it.. The way the .... ", Johnny started moving toward her with a slight smile. Pricilla, still as stone, was ever so curious as to what this walking David of Michelangelo was hiding.

What was he about to do.. was he into her? Had she just created love this morning?

Johnny had now switched, from a charming, definite and seductive man, to something more illusory. Pricilla thought she was in a dream.. Is this real? Is this passion? What IS this?

As pricilla was trying to sweet talk the gentle man into easing up his eye contact, she suddenly realized that nothing she said was penetrating him, at all. By the time she came to the correct conclusion, Johnnies hands were firming wrapped around her gullet. He did not want to hear the sound of sweet passion.. to him, it was nails on a chalk board.

They both knew well and good, that they were from two different worlds. Both curious to no ends as to what the other side felt like, but neither would Ever know.

As Johnny saw her eyes get bigger, in a sweet childlike plea for help, he gave her a soft kiss on the cheek, followed by a tender bite on her ear lobe - Still firmly grasping the gullet. After she made a noise of what sounded like relief, he whispered, "You want it", then he tightened the grip, and continued, "..don't you f***ing lie to me. You Need it".

Pricilla was taken into the storage room - car keys still in her truck's ignition. Everything that day would be about to be turned on. Every inch of innocence was about to be stimulated by something...

[ Continued ]

----Every new day can change one's life; Every new experience can deepen the realm within ones world. These notions run parallel, to the story of Johnny and The Cupcake Girl----

(Character Background. If looking for eroticism, skip to next chapters.)

Prelude: Aromatic Cupcakes

The sun was beaming through the cracks of the curtains - Johnny woke up, always curious as to what the day would entail. Getting ready for work at the store was a very systematic process for him. Every slight movement, down to the way he dried off his vascular body after a steaming shower, was replicated with exact precision.

Coffee and cigarettes. The fix of the morning, yet today they seemed ever so weak. Bitter sensations on the tongue - Johnny needing something new.. Something sweet.

His inner world was intense. Always maneuvering, always watching - ever changing. Those simpletons who he sped by on the inter-state know no sensation similar to the ones concocted by Johnny's dis-inhibited mind.

Many are curious, but few truly venture. Today was the day, like so many before, that one curious, light-hearted being, would accept any contingencies within coffee shop: The Cupcake Girl. After all, what was life for the young girl without knowledge of the unknown? She was so full of life, full of energy, but being virgin to many experience which she knew exist, felt like a ghost on a winding path.. She was so confused about the world.. People and their intentions.. What she wanted.. What she stood for.. The Cupcake Girl needed something stable - Something definite. Something, to hold on to.

Unbeknownst to the depths of the labyrinth, The Cupcake Girl took the leap of faith that was so intrinsic to her nature, and necessary to develop her ever curious mind regarding that of which she had no experience.

Her name was Pricilla. And she smelled exactly like she looked.