Tandem Bike kept running. His new shoes were slipping and slowing him down. He looked back to see if her thugs were still following. Stupid me, he thought, I will never learn that if it’s too easy, it’s not legal.
Joining the rest of the guys on a Saturday night, all sitting around spouting the usual complaints of not finding a good paying job, the last surly girlfriend rebuttal, or the politics of the latest administration, and most of them loved to complain loudly, not really listening to their peers. A typical night for the disgruntled twenty somethings, no revelations or inclination to make real changes.
Sloughing his way home from work on the following Monday, Joe was approached by a woman in a tight pinstripe fashioned suit and seemed to appear from the bar he was about to enter. She engaged him in conversation and it was easy for her to see potential in the unhappy man. Over the night’s drinks, close slow dances and general heat, she made Joe think he could leave his routine and decided to take her job offer.
Joe was young, very handsome and had a great physique considering his daily routine was a hard labor job. She oohed and ahhed her way into his psyche, soothing his frustration over life in general; jeopardized him as she expertly baited him with her charm. As time progressed, Joe began to believe she had the answers. He left his job, his friends and she molded him further into her vision.
Mesmerized by her idea, that he could be so much more than the ordinary as he saw himself, she tweaked him until she thought him perfect. Joe was under the spell of her idea, her visions, and slowly succumbed to her completely. It was only after this night, the culmination of her training, that he realized what she really wanted.
He was her escort for the evening at a swanky hotel dinner. That’s what Joe thought. It was after dinner when he realized her scheme. She pulled him into a poorly lit room and started to seduce him. . .that’s what he thought was happening. Suddenly when he was about to act, a spotlight came on and loud words came from the woman he had trusted. “Let me debut my new protege, Tandem Bike!” The spotlight shown directly on Joe’s perfect anatomy. Joe quickly covered himself in embarrassment, finding out he was being “auditioned” for a new pornographic film company.
Joe squirmed back into his clothes as fast as he could and ran out the back door. He had no knowledge of her intentions and the results of her prowess to help him were quashed. He kept running until he found his old friend’s apartment. The only recompense was the ability to tell a new story to the wearisome group. However, TB was his new moniker.
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