Master Class 2015 - Skin Slipping
Master
Class is a group of bloggers who write as a result of the inspiration from
given prompts. The prompts are different each week, but some things remain the
same:
- Use the prompt as a
title or within the story.
- Keep it within 700
words.
- Submit it by 6:00 PM EST
Sunday
This
week's prompts are:
Slipping into another skin
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Here's
my development based on the prompt "Slipping into another
skin":
Dim lights
painted small fractals on the hardwood floor in shades of blue. As Carla
twirled on the ball of her heels, Adam held the small of her back carefully.
Adam did not recognize Carla as the same girl they called Clumsy Carla in high
school, he did not recognize her at all, but Carla knew who Adam was.
She only had
been dancing for a few months now, and each time she went, Carla Pennington
felt a bit freer. The silken dress that hugged every inch of her, rippled
softly over her hips before it smoothed out to accentuate the curve of her
ass. She was fully aware of the power she held beneath the shimmering light.
Like Clark Kent
before slipping into another skin, Carla was avoidable, but when she put her
heels on, untied her hair, and let the swing in her hips go free, she was the
center of attention on the dance floor, with superpowers of her own. The beat
pumped out steady bass, which seemed to meet first at the left, then the right
hip. Adam's eyes were glued to her every move. At one point he stood still in
the center of the dance floor and just watched her. The exchange unleashed
her inner vamp. She turned her back to Adam and pressed her body up close to
his as she slid down his to the floor in undulating motions. His heartbeat was
almost as loud as the bass in the room, she could feel it where their bodies
met. When she was sure she had his full attention, she kissed him.
Before Adam could
catch his breath, Carla was gone.
The next day at
work, Carla overheard Adam talking to another guy in her office about this woman
he met the night before.
"I did not
even get her name, Nick. She was there in my arms one minute and gone the
next."
Carla smiled as
she passed in front of them both, hair piled atop her head, dark-rimmed glasses
in place, with an armful of folders."Scuse me
gentlemen" she said as she moved between them.
"I wish I
could find her again" Adam said as he took a sip of the coffee in his
hands.
© k~ 2015