KJ and Budgie give each other writing prompts each Wednesday, and they have to write a piece based on that prompt, no matter what it is. They are not allowed to reveal the prompts in their posts.
This is Prompt as Hell with KJ Marshall and Budgie Bigelow.
Episode 10 – Sienna by KJ Marshall
Searching for lovers on dating sites isn’t something I normally do. But look, it’s been over a year since my last date, and quite frankly, I needed to get laid.
The thought hadn’t even crossed my mind until my friend said, “I’m on several dating sites. You should try one.”
After a short argument, I relented and signed up that night.
“I’m not gonna get any matches,” I’d mumbled reluctantly.
“Yea you will!” Jen had shouted while softly slapping her hand against the back of my head. “You’re funny, smart, and—”
“Fat?” I questioned.
“That’s not what I was going to say.” Jen sat next to me and took control of my mouse, scrolling through various females on the site. “I was going to say slightly abrasive, but you’re open to change.”
“Who said I’m open to change?” I asked, looking at Jen with one eyebrow raised higher than the other.
“I did, and if you want to find someone, you’ll listen.”
I sighed and rolled my eyes as she scrolled through the list of women’s photos on my screen. There was a woman in her fifties. Not my thing. There was a woman with no teeth. I don’t judge, but also not my thing. I like the feel of teeth here and there. There was also a woman who looked about my age, but she had about ten cats in the photo with her.
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” I said, gawking at the screen.
“Fine.” Jen said, scrolling down a bit more, but faster, since I obviously wasn’t interested.
That’s when I saw Sienna for the first time. “Stop,” I said. “Who’s that?”
“This one?” Jen asked, resting the cursor over the picture of the beautiful brunette in front of us.
“Yea. Click it. I wanna see more about her.”
Jen smiled and double-clicked the image.
The Bio read, “Sienna LeReaux. 27 years old. New Orleans, Louisiana. Interested In: Women.”
“She doesn’t have much of a bio,” Jen said, scrunching her eyebrows. We were typically careful of that type of thing because of murderers and whatnot.
“So? She’s fuckin’ hot.”
“Is that all you care about?”
“No,” I said, smiling. “But at this point, I’ll take what I can get.”
Without going into wasteful detail about everything that happened that night, Jen clicked the image of Sienna, and it turns out we were a match.
Three months later…
“Hey, babe,” Sienna said as she shut the door behind her.
“Finally putting that key to use?” I was sprawled out on the couch with my feet resting on the coffee table. You can do that when you’re single and not tied down to anyone specific, though I guess since Sienna had a key we were getting pretty serious.
She giggled and slumped next to me on the couch. “Isn’t that why you gave it to me?”
“Yea,” I responded through a sideways smile.
“So, listen,” Sienna said in her serious tone. “I can’t stay long.”
“Why?” I sat up and turned off the TV as I turned toward Sienna.
I’d become quite accustomed to her staying all night, though we’d taken things slow hadn’t fucked yet. I was seriously hoping this would be the night for change.
“I just have so much to do,” she said.
“Don’t tell me you’re gonna turn into a werewolf at midnight ‘cause of the full moon.”
A slight hint of a giggle escaped from her full lips. “No. Nothin’ like that.”
I don’t know what enticed me in that moment, but I leaned across the couch and planted my lips against hers. I knew she didn’t mind when she reciprocated by pressing her lips against mine even harder. We finally had sex, and it was really, really good sex.
We laid on the couch together until we fell asleep. At a little after one in the morning, I woke up thirsty. I knew Sienna was a deep sleeper, so I went ahead and pulled the string on my bed-side lamp to light my way to the kitchen. A smile tugged at my lips as I turned to look at her, and when I did, the shock punched me in the face, knocking me off the couch and into the coffee table.
Sienna jerked upward and rubbed her eyes as I brought myself to my feet.
“What’s goin’ on?” She asked.
“The fuck is wrong with you?!”
“What?” She looked sincerely confused.
“Your eyes are red, and your skin is looking seriously disgusting right now.”
She looked at her hands and frowned. “You weren’t supposed to see me like this.” She stood off the couch and stepped toward me.
I realize I haven’t specified what it is I do for a living, but I know her type when I see one, and my job is to kill them.
Oh, in case you’re wondering what the hell I’m talking about… My girlfriend had turned into a reptilian. The kind of reptilian some people believe exist, but other people think they don’t. Well, they do. I’ve seen my fair share of them, and apparently sexed them, too.
I didn’t waste any time. I slowly backed away and ran toward my bedroom.
“Where are you going?!” She called after me, still standing next to the couch, naked. Or was she naked? She was in full blown nasty, green, scale mode at this point.
It was obvious where I was going. I was going to my bed-side table to get the gun I had, which contained a silver bullet.
Okay, I know. Silver bullets are for werewolves, not reptilians, but if I told you how to really kill a reptilian, I’d be out of a job. So, I grabbed my weapon and ran back into the living room. Sienna the reptile lady was still standing next to my couch with her nose scrunched and her hands on her hips.
You’d think reptilians were beautiful like that chick from X-Men, but this one was seriously fucking hideous.
“Why do you have that?” She asked. “You’re gonna kill me?!”
“Well, Sienna,” I said, pointing my weapon at her flaky chest. “It’s my job to kill your kind, and quite frankly I’m a little pissed that you lied to me.” To think, guys get shocked when some women take off their makeup. That’s nothin’ compared to what this bitch looked like.
She raised her finger in the air and waved it. “You BITCH. I gave you the best of myself for the last three months and you’d sit here and point a weapon at me?! You won’t do it. You won’t do it, I be—”
I shot her before she could finish the sentence. “I won’t do it, huh?” I asked as I walked up to the pile of slime, scales, and fake finger nails. I rolled my eyes. The only thing I regretted about killing Sienna was having to clean up the mess.
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