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Adiadne's String

Adiadne's String

Ariadne put her string on his head, making sure it wrapped around his ears. He breathed in her p***y's smell on the tiny bit of fabric that went on top of her crotch. He could feet the wetness of the cloth with the tip of his nose.

Then she went downwards, kissing him on the n***d chest all the way. When she reached his erect c**k, she jammed it all in her mouth, the tip pressing against the back of her throat.

She wrapped her lips around him and sucked with such an immense under pressure that made him cross-eyed and gasping for air.

He came within the minute, of course. Ariadne kept suckling on his tip, even as he emptied inside her mouth. The feeling was sensational.

She left him there, stoned, basking in the afterglow, behind a restaurant in Chinatown.

When he came to his senses he felt chilly. He looked around, pulled his pants up, and then unwrapped the string from his face. "That was the best damn b*****b I've ever had!" he mumbled to the night, feeling groggy, his mouth dry.

He managed to get up and steadied himself. The string held tight in his hand, he set out to find his love-at-first-b*****b.

"No, Mr. T, I don't know any street-girls called Ariadne," the little Chinese man told him.

"Damn. Thanks anyway," Mr. T said and bought noodles from the all-night shop. He wolfed it down, it was very hot but very delicious. After that brief stop, he walked the streets again.

Chinatown was like a maze, the roads never made sense. Even if you had a specific address for your destination, the GPS would take you through alleys and dead-ends, making you backtrack and take another route at least three times before you got there. That's if you were lucky. It wasn't just him, everybody said so. The streets were a maze. Most of the locals knew their way around, but even a Chinatown-born person got lost every now and then.

He put his hand inside his pocket and gripped the string, feeling its texture, rubbing it like a rosary. He looked around, she had to be somewhere, right? He couldn't just lose such a woman like that. He needed to find her again. But how?

All he had was her name, Ariadne, and her string.

He found a hooker on top of a ridiculously high pair of garish heels. "Hey, handsome, looking for some fun?"

"No, I'm looking for a girl named Ariadne?" Mr. T said.

"Are you a cop?" The hooker pulled back, looking around.

"No. I met her earlier tonight and I lost her, wanted to find her again, get her phone number, you know..." Mr. T shrugged and clicked his tongue.

She pointed a finger with a ridiculously long painted fingernail on it. "My dear man, if a girl, a w**********l, doesn't leave you her number, take the hint," the hooker squinted and turned away.

"Please. I like her..." he pleaded.

She tsked audibly and slowly turned around. "True love, huh? Well, I'm a softie, what can you do? Okay, tell me what you know about her."

"Uh... All I know is her name..."

"That's not much to go on, dog!"

"Oh! And her string." He pulled it out and offered it to the hooker.

"Eww. But that's actually more useful. Lemme see," the hooker leaned in close. "Hm. Did she put it over your eyes?"

"Yeah! How did you know?"

The hooker tsked. "Dog, she wants you to look for her."

"Okay, great!" Mr. T perked up. "But how?"

"Load up your veil and see what's up with the string," she said.

He did so. Indeed, the veil loaded up Augmented Reality information about the string. Make, shop, buy online buttons. And then a glitch. "What happened?"

The veil flickered and she suddenly saw an ARO, and Augmented Reality Object, which looked like an illuminated path. It looked like those guiding lights in cinemas for when the lights are out.

"Awesome," Mr. T said, "you were right, babe."

"What are you talking about?"

"Can't you see it on the veil?" Mr. T asked.

"No. Can you?"

"Yeah, it's right there."

"Okay then. Good enough for me. Now shoo 'cause a girl's gotta work for a living."

"Thank you." Mr. T didn't need any more encouragement to get going. He followed the string of blue light across Chinatown. He walked around corners, into alleys, rounded back into an avenue, then dove right in to an alley again. This was taking him somewhere, he could feel it. But where? Definitely to Ariadne's place. Gods, he would see her again, hug her, tell her how much he liked her.

Then they'd go out on a proper date, buy her a nice dinner and some expensive wine. They'd talk, he'd listen to her hopes and dreams. He'd kiss her softly on those amazing lips that could suck his medulla out of his boner.

Ah... Any minute now.

He walked into the night. He walked past cop cars, past hookers, past kids staying up past their bed-time, past old ladies giving him the stink-eye for being different.

In the end, the string led him through the maze and into a butcher's place. The shop was closed but there was light inside, so he went to the door. "Hello?" he shouted. Then he knocked on the glass door. "Hello, is anyone inside? Ariadne?"

Someone cursed at him in Chinese from a balcony above. "Shush! We're trying to sleep over here."

"Sorry!" Mr. T said, wincing.

He pushed the glass door. It was open. He looked around if someone was looking at him, and got inside. The butchery was what you'd expect, that acidic smell of raw meat. The refrigerators hummed, operating 24/7 just like they were supposed to. In the dark, the knives hanging on the wall were very ominous, especially the meat cleavers. He hesitated, then gulped a few times. Then he thought about Ariadne, and how much he wanted to meet her again.

He stepped forward. The display fridges were empty, cleaned out after the shop closed for the day. He walked all around them, they extended for quite a bit, all the way to the back of the store, and he went behind, to the employees-only area.

There were shiny metal hangers too here. All of them at eye-level, he noted. If someone tripped over here he'd poke an eye out. Then he remembered that he was a bit taller than most Chinatown folks, so the danger presented only to him.

He went inside the door and checked out the back.

Meat storage, quite chilly actually. The door to the massive walk-in fridge was shut and locked. There was one hook that was occupied, though. That of a big cow, he could tell by her head. She was sliced open, her ribs exposed, her innards removed, her skin flayed.

That was the only thing in there. Mr. T reached out to touch the hanging meat, there was something behind it.

He felt a blow to the head, and everything went black.

He opened his eyes, only to realise many things at the same time: He was cold, he was bound, and he was getting the best b*****b of his life, again in a single night.

Ariadne sucked him with her powerful lungs. He moaned in pleasure despite feeling dizzy and uncomfortable.

"I love you," Mr. T said.

She looked up, her mouth still around his c**k, her eyes meeting his. She popped the tip in her mouth as she released it. "What are you talking about?"

"I love you, Ariadne. I wanna be with you," Mr. T said.

She tilted her head to the side. She looked a bit ugly, as girls went. Her nose was a bit too wide, her nostrils permanently flaring. And she was thick for a woman, with strong arms and legs. She was definitely feminine, just not that pretty.

But he didn't care.

"What do you mean you love me?" Ariadne asked.

"What is this, you were planning to cut me up or something, right? I don't mind, no hard feelings. I love you. I looked all over town to find you again."

"You're just saying that to save yourself..." Ariadne frowned.

"No! I'm telling the truth, you can ask around. Look, Ariadne, is this your family's business?"

Ariadne looked to the side. "Yeah... What about it?"

"I'll marry you. Right now, just take me to your dad so I can ask your hand in marriage. I've got money," Mr. T said, excited at the prospect.

Ariadne frowned even deeper and stood up, letting go of his erection. She paced up and down. "You're messing with me. You think I'm stupid? I'm ugly, I'm not stupid!" she shouted at him, waving a meat cleaver around.

"No, baby, listen to me. I like you, for real. Sure, you wanted to get me to follow you in here and get chopped up for spare parts, I'm guessing. But I can forget all about this if you agree to marry me. I know how Chinese families are with the patriarchal bullshit-"

She glared at him.

"Sorry. Sorry. Won't say that word again. As I was saying, I can ask your hand right now. If they're asleep, I can wait till morning. We can hang out, get to know each other. What do you say?"

She made a few faces. Disbelief, excitement, embarrassment, anger, l**t. She brought the cleaver on top of his c**k. "If you're screwing with me, you'll see your manhood turned into sausage."

Mr. T gulped audibly. "I'm not. I love you. Let me prove it."

Ariadne thought about it for a few minutes in silence, waving the cleaver around. She raised it over her head.

Mr. T closed his eyes, wincing.

The cleaver came down.

He yelped. There was no pain. Instead, his hands were loose.

The End.