Perfect Strangers (Part 1)

Ever so often does it occur that when lonely hearts collide,
a catastrophe of error emerges after an intense embrace.
It is the grand opening of the Ministry Of Sound
in Singapore and all who wants to be seen will be there.
Socialites, Celebrities,Paparazi, Art students, computer
nerds, music lovers, drug junkies, the odd office boy,sluts,
the occasional gayboy and then you have people like Mathilda
and Marvin.


It wasn’t written in the stars for their paths to cross.
They are supposed to remain anonymous in idle synchrosity.
With his chiseled facial structure and gawking features,
Marvin is the epitome of the perfect male. Mathilda…she
is simply as breathtaking as the view atop the Eiffel.
In the eyes of the world, this two shall be its perfect
strangers.


After braving a queue that must have been visible from
the moon, at long last Marvin managed to breathe the
sweetsmell of sweat pulsating from Singapore’s latest club.
The thumping beats were roaring and so was the crowd.
It seemed as though there wasn’t a place for him inside
less a nook or cranny here and there but somehow Marvin
managed to soak himself into the atmosphere.


Marvin was really getting parallel with the groove that
the DJ is spinning and unconsciously, he fell into a
trance as he danced himself away into a drunken mess.
Oblivious of the world revolving around him, somewhere
in the next dance hall, Mathilda is hypnotizing the hundreds
of guys with erotic and sultry moves that would make an
exotic dancer hide inside the cloak of envy.


They stood in awe and amazement as she gyrated her hips
to the languid music booming from the speakers. Streaks
of her hair covering her face makes her look all the more
appetizing. Like a chocolate buffet, everyone wanted more
of her but she remained leery of these wandering beasts
known as Men.One by one they tried to ride on their luck
and make an introduction but Mathilda brushed them aside
like falling autumn leaves. It took them quite awhile to
come out of their reverie and thus they were forced to
look elsewhere to sustain whatever sumptuous cravings
besieged them.


After hours of constant pounding on the dancefloor,
Marvin wanted to breathe new air and so he lugged
his way into the next hall, cigarette in one hand
and a San Miguel in another. The next dancehall is
similarly filled with squirming masses of people
having the time of their lives. Marvin found an empty
stool by the bar and proceeded on downing his 7th San
Miguel for the night. The vulgar display of tossing and
catching of bottles intrigued Marvin for a bit. He
really appreciated the flair of these bartenders.
Their wild antics never fail to splurge a little colour.


Marvin could already feel it. The perfect high was
slowly percolating into his brain. He felt almost
complete yet it still remained a distant 2nd compared
to an orgasm. In a somber daze, he swiveled his chair
round and his eyes got caught in an intricate apparition
of the dancing queen. Marvin is diagnosed with loneliness
and Mathilda is his prescription.


After a few minutes of gasping at Mathilda, Marvin’s
vision is now stifled with conjuring images of Mathilda’s
figure. He could hear the dulcet tones of her fragile heart
amidst the loud thumping background. He dried his bottle
with his last sip and began his lonely walk toward the healing.

Somehow he managed to slither in between the throng of
people and he wrapped his arms around Mathilda’s svelte
waist. He buried his face on her neck and she moaned in
agony. Mathilda looks like a goddess but she smelt sinful.


Mathilda stared at Marvin with approving eyes and pressed
her pelvic region firmly against his. She surrendered to
him. The crowd around muttered silently as the knight won
his fair princess effortlessly. It felt lousy settling
for second prize but there is only room for one.


Neither could take their eyes of each other as they
allowed their mechanical hands to roam freely.
Inevitably Marvin brought Mathilda back to the
Gallery Hotel where they consummate their chanced
meeting in an artistic love nest.

To be continued...