Good Girls Don’t Talk to Satyrs

Kim bleached her moustache that morning – not that she really had a moustache that needed bleaching, of course. One callous comment several years ago had ensured that the facial bleaching company would never go of business whilst Kim Quinn was still alive and desperately single.
Her top lip itched a bit, burned a little and she knew without glancing at her reflection in the bus window that it was red and fiery. She sighed, and returned to her book. Suddenly there was a slight bang on the window β she jumped, startled at the sweaty hand print that appeared there. She twisted her head around and saw a tall figure bolting behind the bus.
βHey!β she called to the bus driver as no one else seemed to care, βsomeoneβs trying to get on the bus!β
The bus driver grumbled, and Kim was certain she heard an expletive, but the bus hissed to a halt.
The doors opened, and with an odd βclip-clopβ the figure entered the bus. He was breathing heavily and his dark curling hair covered his face. βThanksβ, he breathed, but the bus-driver made no comment and silently punched out a ticket for him.
The hum of conversation abruptly died on the bus as the passengers assessed the new comer. As confident as a model or actor, the newcomer assessed the passengers in return.
Kim felt her face redden as she fought to tear her eyes from his strong goat-like legs, burnished with an auburn pelt.
βYes, Iβm a Satyr,β he acknowledged to one elderly lady who promptly ceased whispering to her companion. βTake a photo β it lasts longer.β His voice was melodious but was cracked by what Kim could only assume was bitterness.
The bus erupted with the shuffling and scrunching of rearranging bags. Kim turned and glanced down the back of the bus. Every seat was now occupied by either a passenger or a bag. No one it seemed wanted to him to sit beside them.
Kim knew that discrimination against Magical Beings was illegal, but she knew that Satyrs β with an insatiable lust for human women, were occasionally responsible for some heinous crimes. Still, armed with this knowledge β Kim did not rearrange her bag.
The Satyr walked up the aisle. The elongated pupils of his amber eyes were narrowed and assessing. A small fountain of excitement bubbled deep within Kimβs body when those cool eyes suddenly met hers.
βIs this seat taken?β he asked, white blunt teeth flashing in the fluorescent glow of the bus light.
Kimβs throat felt dry, and other parts of her felt suddenly wet. βNo,β she croaked and shuffled further towards the window, to allow him space.
βThanks,β he said, and swiftly sat down. He smelled like fresh hay.
Kim eyed him covertly for a moment – noticing the modesty cloth that fell over his lap, covering those parts of him civil society required. A smile tugged at her lips, she suddenly felt naughty. Good girls do not talk to Satyrs.
βSo… where are you going?β Kim asked, rubbing her reddened moustache self consciously.
The Satyr looked startled, and his brows furrowed before he answered. βRockingham,β he replied.
Kim felt those caprine eyes run down her face and dwell for a moment on the swell of her cleavage, before flickering up to meet her gaze.
βMe too,β she whispered and looked away, her heart suddenly hammering. He made her feel sexy, she realised.
They fell silent, and Kim shuffled in her seat. The Satyrβs leg rested close to her own. She could feel the heat radiating from it, her hands twisted in her lap.
βLove, you can come and sit here, if heβs botherinβ you,β a desiccated voice called from the seat behind.
Through the corner of her eye, Kim saw the Satyrβs pointed ear twitch. Kim turned around. βNo, Iβm fine, thank you,β she replied coolly to the elderly man.
βOn your head, be it!β he warned, watery grey eyes turning steely.
Kim twisted her head away from him, unable to suppress a frown. How dare he? She thought, suddenly irked.
βIt wouldnβt be on your head, anyway β I prefer it on your knees,β the Satyrβs warm voice whispered into her ear.
Kim felt goose-bumps prickle down her arms as his breath blew down the length of her neck. She gasped. βThat sounds promising,β she said before she realised it.
The Satyr laughed richly, and the other passengers on the bus fell silent.
βIβm Kim,β she finally said thickly, rubbing her top lip again self-consciously.
βPriapus,β the Satyr replied and captured her hand in his and a frisson of electricity spasmed through her body at his touch. Kim felt her eyes widen as the Satyr lifted her hand and kissed it. His lips were warm, and impossibly soft against her hand.
βOh now, come here girl! What do you think youβre playing at?β the elderly man from behind growled. βThese Satyrs are evil! They use our women like toys! You donβt know what youβre getting yourself into!β
Priapusβ lips curved into a smile, βI think she does, old man,β he replied, not taking his eyes from Kim.
Words caught in Kimβs throat, and her hand curled tightly with the Satyrβs, she glanced at the old man. βItβs all right,β her voice was dreamy, she wanted this. Sheβd been alone too long.
βLook here, youβve got that lass under some sort of spell!β the old man raged, a small fleck of spittle flying past.
βI do not,β Priapus replied, releasing Kimβs hand and resting it hotly on her thigh.
Kimβs body responded β wildly. Her chest heaved and her loins liquefied.
βBus Driver!β the elderly man bellowed, βGet security!β
βNo! Thatβs not necessary,β Kim called, but the bus driver was already speaking into the radio.
βWhat a pity,β Priapus whispered into her ear. His lips caught her lobe and kissed. βWhat fun we could have,β he teased.
βHelp me get him off her!β the old man yelled to the dull eyed youth who sat opposite.
Kim was not going to waste the moment. She twisted her head around and hungrily met the Satyrβs lips with her own. Hot, sweet sexiness rushed through her. He tasted good, he smelled good, she wanted him badly and he wanted her too.
Suddenly she felt arms pulling her away from the warmth that was Priapus. Sharp fingers dug into her shoulders tugging and yanking.
βGet off her!β
βRelease the girl!β
βThis is Security! Get off the bus, or we will call the police!β
Such a cacophony, but Kim heard none, she was deaf with lust and numb to anything but his kiss.
Then suddenly he was gone, yanked away by angry, fat security men. There was so much yelling. Kim looked around bewildered. βNo!β she cried, βPriapus!β Kim watched with misery as he was escorted from the bus. He didnβt struggle, but walked with dignity away from the flashing lights of the security cars.
βWhere are you going?β Kim called out the window, but he did not hear β the bus pulled away. The steel-trap hands released her.
βThere, alls better now,β the elderly man said, patting her shoulder, βGood riddance to bad rubbish!β
βHe wasnβt rubbish,β she retorted, twisting around to get a last glance at Priapus as he disappeared into the evening gloom.
The old man tutted, but remained silently pleased his civic duty was done.
As the bus sped into the encroaching night, Kim felt alive. She rubbed her reddened lips. The sweet taste of Satyr still lingered, and her mind raced with secretive plans. A smile curved the corners of her lips, sheβd find him, or heβd find her. Kim gazed at the sweaty hand print on the window and knew it.
If you’re interested in reading more about the world of ‘Good Girls’ and getting a glimpse of Priapus before he moved to Perth you can find him in ‘Magical Gains,’ which is available through Amazon, Eternal Press and other e-stores as both e-book and paperback.
Sheridan’s next release ‘Magical Creations’ is coming out in October, followed by a short novella “Mimosa Black” in December.
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