For the Audience

"There's a man outside your window," Oliver says, backing away from the curtains.

"I know," Gloria replied, "I see him."

Oliver shifts nervously and focuses his gaze on her.

"Do you," he stumbles with his words, "Do you want me to get rid of him?"

"No," Gloria says with a sly smile. She dims the lights and approaches Oliver. "I told him to come over."

Oliver licks his lips as Gloria undoes the knot of her bathroom. She teases him, making sure to take her time undressing. Oliver's pants tighten, but his eyes dart back to the window.

"Should we, um," his words fight against him, "Should we close the curtains? I can tell him to leave."

Gloria lets her bathrobe drop. Oliver stifens as he takes her in. She poses in her bright red lingerie, the silk dances on her skin with the slightest move. Oliver adjusts the collar of his shirt.

"He doesn't have to go," Gloria says. Her voice is a whisper in his ear. "He likes to watch." One arm goes around his neck as she pulls in for a short kiss. It's tender and the short exchange leaves Oliver barely able to control himself. He shakes and begs to go upstairs.

"Oh, honey, no," Gloria chuckles, "We can't go upstairs. I wouldn't want to get my room messy."

"Ok," Oliver says, "But, can we at least close the curtains?" Oliver points to the window. "That man is still out there."

Gloria smiles as she lifts a couch cushion and pulls out a large butcher knife. "Good."

Oliver's eyes grow wide as he watches her play with the tip of the blade. "I uh, I'm really not into kinky stuff."

Gloria shrugs as she glides over to Oliver. He backs away to the corner of the room. "That's too bad. My friend outside is," she points to the window. The man's face is just outside the glass. The night and dim lighting hides his idenity, but Oliver isn't concerned with him anymore.

"He loves this part." Gloria raises the knife, Oliver screams, and the man outside watches, enjoying every second of their encounter.