Hot Dates

Warning – adult content.

He was the perfect example of everything she’d been looking for. With the body of Adonis and the smile of Casanova, Mary Daniels knew she was in for a good time.

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Pixabay image by Brigitte Werner

He had sat her down on the bed and allowed her to undo the buttons on the white dress shirt he wore. Something down below had stirred within her as she undid the fifth button and got a glimpse at what lay beneath the white shirt. Not yet, she had told herself, let the excitement build and take in every single second of the anticipation of what was to come.

When she had looked up into his dark eyes, as she undid the last visible button of his shirt, she had imaged that he was communicating with her telepathically. ‘Go on’, said his voice in her head, ‘pull up the remainder of my shirt so you can undo the final few buttons.’

As Mary Daniels pulled up his shirt and undid the last few buttons, the passion inside her had almost exploded. After watching him slowly removing the expensive, gold cufflinks that had held the shirt cuffs in place, she had stood up and gently pushed the shirt off his shoulders. Before her had stood absolute perfection.

Having pushed her back onto the bed, Mary had watched as the hunk undid the belt of his trousers. She had slowly licked her lips as his trousers dropped to the floor revealing a weapon of mass destruction behind a pair of black, Lonsdale boxer shorts. He really must have found her as attractive as she did him if he was going to use it on her.

Several minutes later as he picked up the $500 left on the bedside table of the hotel room, Mary Daniels was dead.

As he dressed, no emotions passed through his mechanical brain. His job was to now get the money back to his creator, change his appearance by shift-shaping, and await the next call to the ‘Hot Dates’ Escort Agency.

Who would he be next, and who would be his next victim?


Written in response to the May Speculative Fiction prompt hosted by D. Wallace Peach at Myths of the Mirror. Click here to join hundreds of other writers who have taken up the challenge.

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69 comments

    1. Thank you very much. I couldn’t resist going with the theme that first popped into my head when I saw the prompt that Diana had published. Plus, I enjoy writing stories that take the reader up the wrong path.

  1. Love the subtle tie in to Sunday Stills, Hugh, with this flash fiction piece. “Weapon of mass destruction,” LOL…pretty clever there. How long did it take you to find that image? Amazing imagination!

    1. I hope you didn’t mind me linking this post to this week’s Sunday Stills theme, Terri. I know there’s no photography in this post, but I couldn’t resist getting that ‘fifth’ link in. The image was found by Diana Wallace Peach who runs a monthly writing prompt challenge, so all credit to her. This piece of flash fiction would not have been created without her publishing the prompt.😀

  2. Yikes. That was a weapon of mass destruction after all! The line made me laugh initially and then turned rather frightening in the end. What a twist. Great story, Hugh. You have an amazing imagination. Thanks for playing along with the prompt!

    1. Thanks for the lovely compliment about my imagination, Diana. It can sometimes run riot when I see an excellent prompt. This story took a while to reach the surface, but I’m glad it finally made it. It was helped a little by a previous post of yours where you spoke about shape-shifters.

  3. I knew this wasn’t going to work out well, I’m on to you now, Hugh 🙂

    Why is it that when women step out, they always get stomped on?

    P.S. Can you send your shape-shifter my way? 🙂

    1. Thanks, Aimer. Had the picture been of a woman, I would have had a man as the victim. I thought if I should give the story an LGBT theme, but my mind was already made up with the name of Mary Daniels. That name popped straight into my head when I started writing this piece.

      P.S – do you really want this shape-shifter to come your way after what he did? 😱 I’d be running and screaming all the way to the mountains if I’d seen what was beneath. 😀

      1. So, the picture inspired the story? For some reason, I thought you wrote the story first and then went looking for the perfect picture. Not that it matters which came first, the chicken or the egg, the story stands on its own.

        Yeah, good point. Think I’ll wait until he retires from the murder business before I open the door 🙂

        1. The story came to me after seeing the prompt Diana had published on her blog. She finds images on Pixabay and then publishes one each month as a writing prompt (link at the bottom of the post). They really get my creative juices flowing. Feel free to join in.

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