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Maki closed the door of his hotel room and headed down the stairs to the street. The temperatures of the fall night were rather brisk and with the light rain misting down, the air picked up a distinctive chill. He pulled his head in closer to his body, trying to keep as much warmth as possible trapped in his trench coat and jammed his hands deep into his pockets. The clothing he was wearing led him to being warm, so it was done as a form of habit more than necessity. He walked quickly passing the other night-goers who laughed and talked and hustled up and down the street. He stuck close to the buildings, sliding past those who were on the fringes surrounding the surge of passersby who were headed in the opposite direction. The overhead lights illuminated the path he was treading, knee high leather boots making very little sound.

The night was Maki’s haven. There was something about the night sky that brought him solace. Everything about the night was calmer, more peaceful, and the people were a hell of a lot better, too. Maki preferred the people with dyed hair and “too many” body piercings, enjoyed watching people on street corners and frequenting the night clubs. He preferred sleeping during the morning hours and being awake in the evenings and nighttime. It wasn’t a lifestyle for everyone, and that’s the way he liked it.

His footfalls slowed as he approached the club and pulled the brass handle on the large wooden double doors in front of him. Two women approached him: one blonde, the other a brunette. They were both dressed very much alike as each of them was wearing thigh high patent leather boots with stiletto heels with what small amount of leg he could see above the top of the boot being covered by fishnet stockings. The blonde woman was wearing a patent leather teddy with a vinyl miniskirt. The brunette was wearing only a corset, no top, and a pair of thong panties. Slave collars of thick black leather adorned their necks, one single silver ring at their throats. Maki watched them as they ran their hands over his body and it was difficult for him to tell if they were frisking him or just touching him. The brunette removed his coat and the blonde gave him a claim ticket. He watched them walk to his right and behind a service counter.

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Hunger copyright Anumora Zoranokov 2005

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