KILLIAN

KILLIAN’S POINT OF VIEW. The dim lights of the amber room fade away to the back of my mind as I sit sprawled out on the red leather couch, facing the girl dressed in black leather lingerie before me. Her blonde wig stops perfectly at her back, on the spot before it gets to her butt. Just like hers. She grabs onto the pole and grinds on it slowly, the move meant to arouse me, as she juts her plump ass against it. I specifically had her put on a mask, the illusion of who I wanted….no; needed her to look like she rode on that. She swings her legs over it in one move and climbs on it expertly before coming down again. I take a long drag of the cigarette in my hand while staring at her. She has lips the shape and colour of a rose, and that should have been enough. But they look nothing like hers. They just seem….different. Perhaps it’s because she wasn’t her, and no matter how hard I tried to make her look like her, to make my mind believe that it was her… it just didn’t work. Angrily, I ta