THE LOVE PIRATE

The colour of her lips arrested many an eye,drawing aaws from the wishful many,her curve similar to that of a nubian belly dancer drew imaginary ohs and ahs upon thrusts in the minds of the wishful lot,her glittering earings marching the colour of lipstick brought upon a reflecting ray to summon them to her necklace,her entry was always striking,twisting heads like a customary rule,and that is sonia for you,such an epitome!!!
Sonia was a well meaning lass,went trough the ranks of well to do curriculum system,read public relations in college(albeit flunking),she had life on her hands,danced whiskey on the rocks,smoking dunhill to the hills,driving men out of their ranges and with her lavishing beauty,she knew she had a weapon that none of the masculine fraternity would say no to,
Her hair was not black,was never black.as it enjoyed routine dyes now and then with an array of colours shifting turns.sonia hated the weak,but ironically loved them for their.vulnerability nature.primarily due to the fact that they were her targets,she had her slogan,-the more the zeros in their bank statements,the more the effort she`ll put on her looks-but with or without her make up,sonia was simply irresistible,for she even made the gay lot question their sexuality.
Sonia had a fetish for games,he kind that involved huge tips,stakes and risks,her audience was always the baked,mighty and connected.her favourite game was feign love,for she made flings and small time marriages look like a game of hide and seek.
How she managed to bag the rich and famous was never a question of how,but always a matter or when and how long,she raised endless whys as well as perturbed questions every now and then,that wasn`t the bummer,what shocked her peers the most was how she kept everything under wraps,always dusting off her trails for none of her flings surfaced to the public or found its way to the media houses.
It was a public secret that sonia dug gold,but no one would dare point a finger at her or even lay a claim of evidence that she swung for the fence,her outcomes always had a similar outcome,any meeting resulted to an increase to a zero in her bank account,for instead of taking her casualties to bed,she took them to the bank.sonia simply had everything at her disposal,the links,grands and larges,and even an international recognition,her peers always asked why she couldn`t just settle down and enjoy her `fruits`,but it was quite obvious that she enjoyed the game more,the thrill in it,it was her art,her art of deception,debauchery and cannaivery.
Last weekend was my lucky one,for i got to witness her art firsthand,i was well positioned in this lounge,sipping the night away.that`s when she made her grand entrance,she was never in a hurry,her`s was a slow walk,her feet,it seemed,were always looking for the best pad on which to land.
Her hands were always busy,looking for something,or somebody,a hand,preferebly the one doning a carated rolex,a pure definetion of class,her head never rested,it was now turning left,right,forward and back,and her eyes were now searchy,preying for her target.
It was so easy for her to win admiration from the many pretenders of this certain social setting,for these descendants of eve had limitless patience and time,traits that she so lacked.and this was her moment,she spotted him,a stout light skinned chap,clad in a fitting black armani,she didn`t need any introduction,her entrance was just enough,then there was her smile,it was forever rehearsed,and her voice,always learned and re-learned,always according to the latest star on the silver screen,to her,she missed nothing,or nobody for that matter.
And in a jiffy,sonia and her new found "joy" were doing the tango and later conversing over their cocktails.in her world,it was always heaven,no hell,but in her well meaning,thank heavens,there was hell,she harboured the guilt of putting hearts to shreds,and she did this with skill and panache,
All broke loose when this caucasian male bumped on her and made a real toast of her beautiful body as she made her way into the ladies,blows,kicks and stabs flew,her body being the recipient,this happened amidst the hurls of insults from the on lookers and the caucasian male to sonia.it happened so fast that even before the lounge`s security personnel intervened.the damage had already been done,sonia`s lifeless body lay there,on the velvet seat in a murky pool of blood,
The public now was aghast with the scene,and to prove their ire,the vented blows to this killjoy who had turned their rather enjoyable evening onto an irksome affair,his retorted shouts as to why he had done that fell on deaf ears,he claimed that sonia had reduced him to a pauper after spending a fortune on her,and ending up getting hurt,luckily for him,the muscled security staff managed to rescue him from the crowd baying for his blood,though he had taken quite a beating as his walk stumbled and his talk fumbled.
Sonia was now confined to sympathy,her radian smile now covered in blood,so was her spotless glowing face,the sight that was once a scene of love and admiration,was now a scene of pity,
There`s no perfection in this world,the public was robbed of an art of beauty,sonia was robbed of her life,the stout armani clad fellow would now spend the night shell-shocked,well.for the caucasian,his future was now in limbo,he had murder charges glaring at him,just for he always thought of his millions in her name.