Flamingo Podnyalsya Ch 3

Flamingo Podnyalsya

Chapter 3

By Phil Miller

It was 10 pm and at the back of an empty bar in Leigh, Essex, sat Chris Flicka. Not a lot going on, just how he liked it. He kept himself to himself these day’s and was looking forward to some quiet time, just him and a bottle. He filled his large wine glass half full, took a nice gulp and sluiced it around his mouth, tantalising his taste buds. “How many can I sink tonight?”, he said quietly before answering himself, “as many as it takes.”

Just as he settled back in the comfortable leather captain’s chair by the open fire a young brunette wearing a tight knee-length low cut black dress sauntered up to him and sat down with not so much as a word. He looked around to see if there was anyone with her then looked down at the floor and shook his head as she fingered a drum roll delicately on the table. He looked up at her and with a wry smile said, “Sorry! Do I know you?”

“Do you drive?”

“You know I do!”

“I need a lift home. Some weirdo has been following me and I think I might be in danger.”

“Sorry, I’m getting pissed at the moment. What about a cab?”

“But what if the cab driver tries something on? What if he takes me somewhere dark and then decides to do really bad things to me.”

“I don’t think you’d mind really, would you?

“Sorry!”

“You look like the sort that likes a bit of rough stuff,” he said smilingly before landing his hand on her lightly tanned knee. Mika grabbed his hand and gently slid it between her warm legs. Chris felt the heat on her knickerless flesh and felt his heart racing. He put his other hand around the back of her neck, grabbed her hair, and pulled her to him. They sat kissing for a moment. She felt like mounting him there and then as she felt herself becoming wet but as she made her move he pushed her away and sat back in the chair with his hands on the table, taking in a deep breath.

“I can’t do this Mika. I can’t do it anymore,” he spoke softly.

“You didn’t mind it for the last 2 years. what’s changed?” she said in her velvet Irish accent.” You don’t want to play with me no more?” She purred as she teasingly slipped a perfectly pedicured foot from her Giuseppe Zanotti 6” heel and placed it on his crotch. She was driving him mad.

He knew the role-playing games she liked. He knew her favourite perfume and what she liked to eat, the music she liked to dance naked to and the toys she likes to play with. He knew about her ambition for her husband’s online cybersecurity business. How had they kept their secret liaison's so secret? He had fallen for her in a big way but she told him from the outset that she would never leave David, her husband. If she did then he would hunt them both down and kill them. He’s killed before.

“Honestly, I just can’t do this anymore Mika,” he said before taking another large gulp of red wine.

Mika stared at him for a moment and then shifted closer.

“What? You don’t want me anymore?”

“I just can’t, Its Sara.”

“Don’t tell me you’re starting again,” she said mockingly. “You bastard. You’ve had your fun and now you want out do you?”

“It’s not like that.”

“What then?”

“Sara’s got an aggressive tumour in her head. It’s inoperable, She’s gonna die,” he held his head in his hands.                                                                                             

Mika sat wide-eyed, staring into the void for a moment but then her face lit up with a devilish grin.

“This could be our chance, Chris.”

“What?” He said with incredulity.

“Me and you, it could work couldn’t it?”

“I don’t believe you,”

“What! Come on, once she goes then it just leaves David.”

“He won’t be around forever, might even sort it myself or pay someone.”

“Yeah! That’s about your mark. For fuck sake Mika, my wife is dying, I can’t do this anymore.”

“It’s a bit late for tea and sympathy Chris. You make me laugh. We’ve been at it like rabbits for two years and now you decide to get a conscience for the poor little dedicated missus.” She stood with her stiletto in her right hand and smashed it down on to the table. “ Don’t forget I know what you did to Credi. All it takes is a phone call.”

“I’ve got to be with her, she has no-one else.”

“Drink up, I’m ordering us a cab.”

Chris sat hopelessly staring at his wine glass as Mika tapped away at her Uber app.

“Well, come on darling, let’s go, I’ve got a room booked at the Piers.”  She took out a small silver mirror from her bag then delicately applied some Rimmel lip liner, checked her hair and made for the door and then stopped with her back to Chris who sat with one hand on his knee and the other holding his wine glass staring after her. Mika looked to her right just enough to catch him in her peripheral vision. He stood and walked slowly up to her, stopping by her side.  Mika slid her arm in his and laughed as they left the pub.

When he woke in the morning she was gone. It had been a wild night. She had left £200 pound along with a half dozen wraps of Charlie on the small bedside cabinet and a nice big “THANK YOU DARLING” in bright red lipstick on the ornate bedroom mirror. He felt like crap and wondered how he was going to escape from this nightmare.

Everything looked rosy 5 years ago when he and Sara moved to an old secluded farmhouse in Goats Lane, Brentwood. The place needed a lot of work. New roof, kitchen and bathroom. Walls needed knocking through and the nursery had to be built ready for when he and Sara started a family. It had 2 acres of land so plenty of room for a few horses for his adorable wife. He had courted her for 7 years before finally having the courage to ask for her hand. The father-in-law disapproved. Thought his daughter could do better.  Jenny, the mother-in-law, was just glad to see their only daughter happy.

Copyright Phillip Miller