Flipper the Man Stripper

Flipper was born some day in 1987, nobody knows the exact day or month. But the sky was blue, and the sun too. It was his mom's worst bad trip ever. She was a forteen year old junky, and didn't exactly remember all the names and faces she slept with. She wasn't like all the other girls, when she discovered her body developing she thought not celebrating it was a sin, and celebrated it alot with alot of men. This, and all the drugs she took months at a time, made it alot of possible daddies out there. But, Flippers mom and Flipper had to ride the journey only the two of them.
Flipper was actually the prettiest baby ever born, and with another mother, maybe he could have had a happy childhood. Ofcourse, the getting born in an alley during his mom's worst bad trip ever wasn't the best start, but a good image of what the rest of his life would be like.


The strong, catchy beat starts. An excited silence spreads around the audience. The beat getting stronger and stronger, audience feeling the groove. One by one, the lights lightens up the middle of the stage. Steven Tyler screams out the speakers, and Slipper moves his hips that way that makes all the boys and girls loose their breath. The rhythm moves him across the stage in the most seductive and heartbreaking way. And he smiles, he smiles that smile that lightens the entire room, a bad day or a bad life. It spreads through his face and vain. He smiles with his eyes, soul and heart. His ice blue eyes, warms the crowd in a second, and fit so perfectly to his snow white skin and black as the night-hair. His long hair, living it's own life around his shoulders. Steven Tyler's voice is just about to break all glass in the room when Flipper tears of his black, leather jacket so buttons explode all over the place, and the crowd goes wild.
"Great show!", Shelly smiles so all her yellow, brownish teeth shows. Her golden eyes are glowing in the dark, the pink lipstick towards the way too tan skin couldn't be worse to her short, orange, should have been washed and brushed- hair, twisted with her sushi-sticks to two, small balls on the back of her head. With a tiny, blue tube top, matching her sparkling star in her bellybutton, and absolutley not matching disney-frog-green mini skirt. The pink flatform shoes makes her almost average tall, and make her look thirteen, despite her real age being over twenty. "Thanks honey" Flipper answers, with a twist of silent sadness in his voice. Looking in to his eyes, she sees it there too. With a pink bathrobe, covered in glitter and fur, it's not difficult to imagine Flipper not that happy. But Shelly knows him better than anyone, she knows it's something deeper. "Baby, tell me whats wrong!", as always she comes on a little too strong, but Flipper know it's coming from her heart. "Oh, nothing... Really, I'm just a little tired. Hey, let's for a drink, okay?" He plays the safe card, get drunk and wake up in her safe bed. Seeing right trough him, Shelly smiles even more, and go to finish the rest of her angeldust while Flipper get dressed.


Waking up, Flipper knows right away that something is wrong, really wrong. First, Shelly had done some serius decorating. He notice something different with Shelly herself too, looking more like... A... Could it really be? A... Woman? From this thought to the truth didn't take long, but long enough for this woman next to him to wake up. Fighting to keep her eyes open in the sun light from the window, she didn't seem as confused as him. "That bad, huh?" She smiles a perfect smile with perfect teeth and perfect lips, and look at him for a few seconds before she look away. He cant get any real words out of his mouth, leaving him looking blushing and feeling like an idiot. He notice her pale, but so pretty skin. Her long, caramell blonde hair, covering some of her face, and shoulders. Her green eyes staring deeper at him, and the sun make them sparkle and give her face shadows. Everything about her face become more spesific. He find himself hypnotised by her glory, lost inside her eyes and his heart beating harder and faster. "Are you okay?" She looks worried at him, staring in to his eyes and says slow, and firmly; "Can you hear me? Did you take anything? Tell me, what did you take? What. Did. You. Take?" By the last sentence she has grabbed his shoulders and kind of shaking him. She's leaning over him, and her hair tickles his face. Slowly coming back to himself, he smiles. She throws herself back to her side of the bed, and loudly breath in and out. "Sorry..." Blushing even more, amazed by his own idiotic way of making a fool out of him self, he closes his eyes. "It's okay... I just... I mean... What the hell was that?". He feel her eyes burning through his skin, and opens his eyes. Barely dares to look back at her. She looks pretty pissed. "I just...If this is crazy, there's nothing I'd rather be. It's to late to go back, you're all I'll ever see". Total silence follows, two minutes, three. Car slowing down, four minutes, five. Door opening, dark voice saying something he can't hair down staires. Panic in her eyes, looking around her. "Wha..." He get's interrupted by her toungue down his throat. Confused, but not complaining he kiss back til she push him away. "You gotta get out. Now." Flipper stares at her, waiting for her to explain. "The dude just entering my house, is my boyfriend." Flipper can't deside if it's a joke or if he should start looking for his clothes. "Actually, we're engaged and his kind of big... So..." She looks away.
In half a second he gets more or less dressed and are almost out the window when he decides to be brave for once; "What's your name? Will I ever see you again?" He looks deep into her eyes, waiting for a sparkle. It comes with a smile;"Get out."




Short story by baby Blue
Read 644 times
Written on 2008-10-31 at 17:02

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