Love Matrix

The Disco lights flashed around with a colourful effect that got blended up with the loud music from the DJ, popularly known DJ Sound-spirit. The pole dancers reminded Henry of Anastasia Sokolova and Anastasia Skukhtorova, even though clubbing had become his usual thing.

Henry was on a hoodie, slowly sipping a Dalmore 62 drink, watching the pole dancers from the VIP lounge. The hot drink chilled his dry throat while he was yet on his long stare. One of the pole dancers realized he focused on her, so she gave this erotic stare at him while making her erotic moves around the pole with the others. This went on, not until he was distracted by the noise from behind. He saw group of rich old men, encompassing his target which had brought him to the clubhouse. They drank and smoked merrily, playing cards.

From Henry's observation, it was apparent enough that his target was the smartest of all, making away with the guaranteed cash to win. He quickly grabbed his cup of drink, quietly walking down to their table, not taking off his look from the pole dancer.

"Do I call you a lad or.... maybe a mate. Coz you are under a dirty hood." A man of them fumbled with a Gurka Royal courtsean cigar in his mouth, as few others gave out belly laughter while few ladies romanced few of them.

"Easy, easy. Easy, Doodle. Stolen money keeps giving idiots some stolen guts!" Another Said with a deeper voice as broke into a hard laughter, while Henry just stood, staring at the cards left on the table since the last play.

"Stolen money?" Henry quietly and calmly asked with a scoff.

The old man picked up the money, signaling one of his bodyguards to bring him his briefcase. He opened it with a clicking sound, slowly dropping the money into the box without taking his eyes off Henry.

"Flip the cards and let us have a game." Henry spoke to him, waiting for his response.

The old man Chuckled deeply, slowly walking closer to him. "How much do you bet on my cards? I can be very expensive." The old man giggled evilly, taking in the thick smoke with a brief and silent sigh.

"The briefcase." Henry slipped in.

"We'll bet on your briefcase." He added, finally looking up.

"My briefcase? Where the fuck is your damn wooden box? I hate to use so much expensive words. Bi-bi-di-bo-bi-do." The old man sneeringly told Henry, releasing the smoke to his face.

"Have me if I'm unable to provide the damn wooden box." Henry justly answered, adjusting his hood.

The men within cheered them up with cough laughter as they both bent green on the game. Through the smoke, the cards were dispersed on the table of drinks as the old man ran up his time within his period and had few hearts to his credit. The applauds later on emphasized about defeat to Henry's belief, but he had few secrets.

The pole dancer showed up again and Henry's attention was lost to her sexy postures. He somehow placed his hand on the cards sensitively, picking one with his right hand and picked another with the left hand.

"What!" The old man thundered in wrath, angrily staring at the cards.

Henry slowly put off the hood, looking up in the same manner.

"You!" The old man recognized, quickly picking his briefcase and asked his guards to shoot Henry down.

But Henry rolled beneath the round table, forcefully standing and pulling the table of drinks against them. The sudden gun shots alarmed everyone on the dance floor as all ran hither and thither for safety. Encompassing the screeches by the ladies as the club was heated up with the heavy gunshots and the loud music after the DJ has ran away.

Henry ran to the upper floor, sliding beneath a door and jumped to the wall, holding up a balcony and swung up. He realized the men coming to him and saw the old men escaping with the briefcase.

"Piece of shit!" He exclaimed, breathing in and took a shot race towards the end point of the upper floor. He jumped down, rolling on the ground to his second stand, evading bullets that shot down two of the men.

"Idiots! You are fired!" The old man yelled, taking his briefcase to the other hand, heading to another passage hurriedly.

Henry ran after him, blew his face and snatched the briefcase, putting on his hood again. The old man's guards ran after Henry who ran out of the large building with the briefcase, looking around for a direction to follow. Next, a Chevrolet Metro car drove in, and it was the pole dancer.

She winked at Henry, but he scoffed and hopped into the car, as the young lady drove out speedily.

"Hey." The young lady said, liting a stick of Cigarette to smoke, but Henry snatched it out of his lips and threw it away through the window.

"What?" She stressed, drifting left with a short stare at Henry who wasn't even looking at her.

"Rule number nine, do not smoke or drink while driving." Henry sighed, yet looking through the tinted windows.

"Rules? I'm fuckin helping you with an expensive lift and here you are, giving goddamn rules." She complained, returning her wheel. Henry spoke no word but fixed his eyes on the rear mirror.

"Hey, what the fuck are you doing with the fuckin briefcase?" The lady asked, looking at him.

"If you can stop saying the word fuck." Henry said in a low tone, straining his eyes to see two cars speedily driving after them.

"Ok. So?" She said, not savvy of the cars behind.

"Just do as I say and I'll tell you anything. Change the clock. Speed up." Henry responded, buttoning up his jacket.

Without objection, the young lady sped up, puzzling Henry. She was really breaking the clock instead of changing. She over sped off that the tyres would screech at every little turn, either to the right or to the left.

While the young lady kept driving, Henry looked behind to see the cars speedily driving after them. Then he turned to the young lady, trying to speak calmly, even though he needed to speak quickly.

"Um, can I have your wheels?" He indirectly said, hoping she wouldn't object.

"Um, why? Okay, fine." She said slowing down.

"So I'm gonna park at a corner..." She was yet speaking, when Henry cut in, realizing the danger of halting at the critical situation.

"No, no, no,. There's no need for that!" Henry cut in, already adjusting, to move to her seat.

"You'll just have to crawl over to this side." He added, moving to the seat and fastening jis seat belt.

"You might need to put on your seat belt." Henry advised, quickly drifting left, that the tyres almost slipped off the road with a loud screeching sound.

"Holy shit!" The young lady yelled, almost hitting her head on the glass windows, but Henry grabbed her, winking at her.

"The seat belt." He hissed, turning to the wheel, instantly speeding up.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, the seat belt." She fumbled nervously, fastening her seat belt with shivering hands.

Henry ran into a lane, as the cars came closer, shooting at them.

"What the fuck is going on?" The young lady wondered, looking back in fear.

"They want you dead." Henry lied, increasing his speed.

"Holy shit! I fuckin knew it! I saw those crazy looks from them and now, they're fuckin get it hard from me!" The young lady rasped, crawling behind and getting out a pistol, cocking it after she had reloaded the gun with fresh bullets.

"You got a gun?" Henry was puzzled, being a little bit distracted by the shock.

"Yeah. Most pole dancers do here. The fat guys go ahead to engage into deadly deals. During the hot nights, there was always a planned attack against them. I almost lost my life to the last, so I purchased this with few neat cash." She told Henry, crawling back to the front seat.

"Hey, hey, there's no need for that. Come, take the wheel." Henry quickly told her, taking the gun from her. She took the wheel again, crazily speeding up as Henry made to climb to the roof.

"What are you doing?" She yelled, but Henry said nothing, but put on his hood, squatting on the car with a silent snarl.

The cars began shooting him, but he jumped down from the car with sudden pointy teeth and fierce nails and black eyes, climbing up to the first car. He gripped the car and bent it over to the ground, roaring savagely, running as though he had for limbs, as his black coat flew around him.

The second car was releasing bullets at him, but he evaded all, stopping the speeding car and breaking into it, devouring everyone of them, stepping down. He looked at the mirror to had seen the blood stains on his lips, so rinsed it off with the water in the car.

The young lady he had left behind kept scolding the cars that chased after her while she drove, not really savvy of what had happened behind.

"Motherfucker!" She exclaimed, seeing Henry stand before the cars.

She halted and stepped out of her car, carefully looking back to had confirmed who it really was. She drove back to where Henry stood, slowly stepping down. Then, he had cleaned up an there was no trace of blood.

"Wow!" She exclaimed, slowly walking back into the car. Henry entered too, picking the box up and holding it firmly.

"Where do you live?" She asked, as the car's engine silently revved. Henry said nothing, but kept looking through the window.

The young lady blew raspberries and drove to her apartment. They both alighted, as Henry left her and walked into her house. The young lady was confused as she slowly walked into her house, closing the door.

" Who are you?" She asked, dropping her handbag, and sitting on the couch.

"Henry." Henry replied, slowly staring at her pictures on the wall of the room.

"Why are you following me?" She asked as Henry quickly walked up to her kissing her. They both stood in the kiss as he undressed the young lady completely, and pushed her to the wall. He put down his pants made good moments with the young lady while she moaned.

Few minutes on that, she turned to him, kissing his nipples, and put out her tongue, slowly licking his chest, going down to his waste, grabbing his dick. She squatted, pushing it into her wet mouth severally while Henry held her hair, silently moaning too, hitting the wall. He could feel his legs becoming slightly weak to stand as he held the young lady by the jaw taking her to the couch and laid her there.

Henry came, fastening his mouth to her pussy, while the young lady moaned hardly, crossing her legs around Henry's head, while he grabbed her two breasts, slowly pressing them that the young lady was feeling out of the world.

Later on, he slowly crawled up to her, almost kissing her breath out her aching lungs, with his right hand still on her left breast. Then he took his dick, meeting it up with her ass as he pounded heavily on her while she would moan at the deepest move. The moment was the craziest one for the young lady as the turned around on the couch as she sat on his dick, spitting on her hand and rubbing her spittle all around his dick after she had sat up a bit. Then she inserted it back into her pussy, pounding on Henry's laps too with widened eyes.

Afterwards, she fell on him. Henry realized she was weak, buy stood, bending her over the bed such that her ass faced upward, and went in out of her while the young lady was running out of consciousness. Then he stopped and laid on the couch with her, kissing her left breast, with his fingers into her pussy, until he slept off

The lady woke up and didn't see Henry on the bed. She quickly wrapped the blanket around her bare body, walking out. At a point of her search, she began perceiving smoke and knew something actually was burning off. Then she put on clothes, leaving the house, heading to the direction she thought smoke could be coming from.

She felt like screaming his name, but she remembered she didn't even know a bit of him.

"Hey!" She would call out instead, hoping he shows off from his hiding place. Afterwards, she got no response and so decided to call again until her eyes caught up with Henry who squatted before a burning flame.

When she came closer, she saw the briefcase, just open and empty and knew he had been burning money.

"What the thump are you doing?" She screeched, really blown up by Henry's crazy decision.

"That's over a million dollars! Oh heavens I had known it was money." She regretfully said.

"You had a time last night and what about the money too? I believe you ain't to be paid from the briefcase." Henry told her, standing up to leave.

"But you stole the briefcase from the owner!" She yelled at his ignorance, wishing she could pluck it out of him.

Henry "The briefcase is neither theirs." Henry calmly replied, bringing down the hood.

"Whatever. Then yours. You could have kept it or something. Oh Christ!" The young lady gradually became crazy over the wastage.

"It belongs to no one. It returned to the owner." He replied her taking out steps, leaving.

"Who's the fuckin owner? The air or the impossible heavens?" The lady asked all the more.

"It returned to no one. It belongs to no one." He specifically answered, walking out.

The lady sighed heavily, walking back into her house, heading to the fridge. Then, she found out a piece raw beef almost eaten up. Looking up at the fridge with a taste of confusion, she realised more of beefs eaten up into halves and frightening scars on the wall of the fridge's door. Then she ran out, screaming to Henry who had gone far.

"Hey, you! You ate up the beefs in the fridge and still burn up some cool dollars? Who the thump does that? I think I got you really crazy last night. Her chiming voice slowly died down to her sudden deliberation.

"Was that a night of a damn trial? Yeah, he's pretty good in bed. Yeah, yeah." She soliloquiesed, walking back into her house.

Henry increased his pace and walked through a dirty tunnel, heading out. He avoided the spots that ushered the fierce sun rays until he was out. Then he stood at the exit, looking out to the field where some people hung out. He paced backwards, and sat on a block, with his face hidden inside the hood. Soon, he began hearing foot steps and knew someone was coming with innocent steps. He didn't care to see who it was, but kept looking down, very mute.

It was a girl, she was smoking and walking down the tunnel, towards Henry. She sat and released a smoke, taking off the hood.

"Hey." She sighed softly at Henry, but he said nothing.

"Have you been to death before? You know, it's really crazy to ask, but trust me, I have met it once." She said again as Henry was really interested. But he chose not to be noticed, as the girls cigarette fell into the drops of water on the ground.

"Shit." She rushed in with a stressed but quick breath.

She put her hand into her jacket and put out a second stick of Cigarette, turning it to and fro between his right index finger and the middle finger, looking pensive at the ground. Meanwhile Henry, inasmuch as he wanted to know what death was, also wanted to see the girl. But a part of him didn't agree to it, only to stare at the ground, mute.

"It's pretty dangerous and all the stuff. You'll face rejection at some point, and defi- fuckin- nitely meet those...... loneliness. You'll feel death the moment.... your heart begins to swell, blead and learn to death. Nothing around makes you comfortable, if not put up more disasters and then, you'll actually feel there's no life because you are fuckin dead. Well that's not the problem here, just wanted to spill a hey with a reminder of a dead body just like you're seeing me rigok out his hand with a cigarette lighter, liting it up to a slight smoking and slow burning at its tail with a red light that delivered the thick smoke.

"Thanks." She sighed, putting the cigarette too her lips.

Afterwards, she went on talking while a strange thing silently began. The vague veins that went through her neck showed up apparently and occasionally. It caught Henry's glance and he could tell he was really salivating but he thought he couldn't control whatever that had come upon him. Her heart beat sounded more louder, and he could hear the flushing of blood down her tiny networks of arteries and veins. His teeth at some point began hitting over to the vibration that moved the upper jaw, incessantly hitting the lower jaw.

"I'm Stephanie." The girl said, releasing the smoke through her slightly opened mouth that created a stronger pressure and taking out her right hand to have a handshake with Henry.

But he stared at her and she chuckled, withdrawing her already aching wrist.

"Um... So what do...." The girl was yet speaking after some time of taking in the smoke, when she was interrupted by the gulping sound she heard. It was Henry, throwing up at his side.

"Are you okay?" She asked, holding her cigarette aside, standing and inching to his front.

Henry still said nothing, but slowly looked up to her, with his wet long hair that had left off his his captivating black hood. He breathed heavily through his mouth, looking directly into Stephanie's blue eyes.

"Are you sure you're...." Stephanie had wanted to ask, as Henry held her head, kissing her lips with a quick act, holding tight her head.

Stephanie however, couldn't get her breath easily since her mouth went to his and his pointed nose pressed against hers. She quickly put down her hands, unzipping Henry's trouser and putting out his hard cock and quickly squatted, throwing off the cigarette she had been holding all the while. She stroke her enclosed hand on it severally, before forcing it into her mouth, trying to get it all in to her mouth. Henry dragged her up by her hair and pushed her against the wall of the tunnel, putting out her under wear and inserting his hard cock into her ass that was already getting wet.

"No, no, stop it!" Stephanie fumbled with a quick breath, but Henry had held her firmly, pounding his hard cock into Stephanie. She kept forcing through Henry's hard grip to get away, but she just couldn't. She had to lift her heel backwards, hitting his butts hardly. That way she escaped, after she had successfully pushed him to the ground. Then, Henry slept off.