The Terminal
By Leon Davis
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2012 Leon Davis
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The Terminal
Part one
Marcus found himself gazing out of the window once again. The view was sublime; the tenth floor of the downstream building overlooked the Thames and gave a breathtaking panoramic view of London. Ironically is wasn’t the view that caught Marcus’ attention, in fact, he was completely oblivious, Marcus was daydreaming, imagining a different setting, a different woman, maybe a different life altogether.
“Marcus...Marcus!”
Alesha Phillips was leaning over Marcus’ desk, probably using her large but firm breasts to get his attention, it appeared to work. Marcus lurched forward and sat bolt upright.
“Hey Alesha, what’s up?”
“I’ve messed up this PowerPoint presentation; I need the help of an expert graphic designer,” she said with her sweetest smile, batting her eyelids.
Max Barnes sat opposite Marcus, he was the consummate cheeky chappy, an Essex wide boy who was into a bit of everything. Today, he was teasing Marcus relentlessly as Alesha had her back to him and she faced Marcus. He stifled a fit of giggles as Max started to stroke an imaginary pair of breasts, shaking them, then placing his head between them and shaking his head from side to side. In his excitement, Max made a raspberry sound that made Alesha turn around; Max sat upright and concentrated on his large apple mac monitor. Alesha rolled her eyes and turned back to Marcus.
“So, can you come and have a look please.”
“I’m going to lunch now, but I’ll check it as soon as I...get back.”
Alesha had already turned on her heels once Marcus had begun to knock her back, both Max and Marcus slid their chairs to the edge of the desk and tilted their heads into the aisle to watch Alesha as she sashayed down the walkway to find another sucker. Marcus got his fresh from Reiss black overcoat and walked towards Max when he glimpsed a picture of a naked woman on Max’s screen.
“What the...”
“Shhhh,” Max said as the few remaining designers in the office lifted their heads above their workstations.
Max closed down the image and locked the mac, jumping up to join Marcus as he walked towards the lobby to wait for a lift.
“They’ll fire your arse for looking at porn, are you crazy?”
“It wasn’t porn.”
“Well it wasn’t Jenny, unless she’s undergone oriental surgery.”
Max found Marcus’ comment funny, even though Marcus was unable to see the humour in his own words. As their lift came, they entered but remained silent because of the two people already inside. Once they were in the sumptuous, marble floored reception, the security guard nodded to them as they left the building.
Outside was chilly, causing Max to flip up the collar on his dark blue pin striped suit blazer.
“So, who is she then?”
“Don’t know her real name, I met her on Craigslist.”
Marcus trawled his memory bank; he knew he’d heard of this site before, probably from Max at some time or another.
“So...what about Jen...”
“Come on Marcus! Are you saying you don’t get a little bit bored with the same routine...day in, day out? I know your Abs is a great girl, but sooner or later they all start to sound the same...nag, nag, flipping nag.”
Marcus didn’t answer, he knew the truth, and he also knew it was sooner as opposed to later. He had now been engaged to Abigail Forster for three months, she moved into his one bedroom flat in Forest Hill just over a year ago. In just one year Marcus was bored rigid, he couldn’t believe that he was with the same woman, they started dating three years ago and, for the first two years she was his dream woman.
“I’m not saying things don’t get a bit boring, of course they do... but hooking up with random Japanese chicks isn’t the answer.”
“She’s Chinese.”
Marcus paused, even though he was slightly disappointed in his mate, he found himself curious and righteous in equal measure.
“So what happens on this craigslist thingy?”
A sly, knowing grin crept onto Max’s face.
“Well...it’s just a meeting place where people post what they are looking for, if it interests you, then you reply.”
Marcus felt his mouth get a little dry.
“There’s allsorts on there, girls wanting threesomes, some just wanna swap dirty pictures and share dirty stories.”
“Max, you should think about Jen in all this, that’s all I’m saying.”
Max gave his trademark cheeky grin and gave his best Irish accent.
“Ok then father...grand.”
“Piss off...where we going for lunch.”
“Get in there...subway, I’m ‘ank Marvin mate.”
The two friends set off into the blustery cross winds on London Bridge in search of their lunchtime fill.
Part two
Back at home, Marcus felt himself drifting off into a theta state as he heard a combination of Abigail noisily opening the front door, the low audible buzz of match of the day and his Kosovan neighbours having round two of their daily shouting matches.
“Hey.”
“Hey,” Marcus said as he stretched and made a growl.
He watched his beautiful girlfriend sashay in, click - clacking her high heels against the newly laid laminate flooring in their large, newly decorated living room. Abbie then took off her shoes, coat and then her earrings, he found her so sexy even though she was too tired to notice that she had dropped her coat onto the floor instead of the worn, brown leather chair.
There was a glare in Marcus’ eyes as he looked Abbie up and down; she returned his looks of amour with her dreamy eyes. He could sense she was reading his horny mind and was about to play love games.
“I’m so...shattered, hun I’m going to have a quick shower and get some shut eye.”
Marcus couldn’t hide the confused look on his face. Abbie hardly noticed as she slowly walked back out of the room, but not before giving Marcus the consolation prize of a kiss on the forehead. He was actually madder at himself; he knew only too well that sex had been off the menu for ages since Abigail became a qualified corporate city Lawyer at Goldman Sterns, London’s leading magic circle firm. For months, Marcus watched Abbie come in night after night, go straight to bed and sleep for five hours before repeating the same cycle, their love life had become extinct.
Still unable to shake his horniness, he got up and made his way to the huge apple mac screen that sat all alone in the corner by the large window, beckoning him to come hither. Marcus wasn’t sure he could face yet another night tugging at his cock to some fetish porn on spankwire while he had a perfectly able bodied woman fast asleep upstairs. He switched on the large, TV like screen, before sitting down he crept over to the door and gently pushed it with both hands, leaving a tiny gap and then tip toed back to his black leather office chair. Tapping his fingers nervously on the glass computer desk, curiosity was getting the better of him. He slowly typed “craigslist”, hoping to avoid the loud clicking of the keys, once inside Marcus felt his mouth go dry as the adrenaline started to course through his veins. Following his friends directions he searched under the “casual encounters” section. Marcus was somewhat shocked at some of the messages on display. He balked at the pictures of men masturbating in the mirror; instead he opted to respond to a message from a Canadian woman called Julia. Speed reading her message he liked what he saw, she was beautiful and not naked, Marcus then started to feel very cynical, believing that “Julia” was probably a fat, balding man called Pete, sitting at his PC in his y-fronts. As his fingers furiously tapped out a short and cheeky message, the door swung wide open, Marcus jumped out of his skin whilst minimizing his browser page; he turned around to see Abi there in his baggy tracksuit bottoms and tee shirt with a facial mask on; giving him a second fright.
“Are you coming to bed,” Abi’s eyes were squinting as the light was too bright for her.
Feeling as though he had just dodged a bullet, he felt he should comply.
“Ok hun, I’ll just shut down and be up.” Marcus shut down the PC and made his way upstairs slowly, knowing he would have another night of loneliness with his fiancé.
Part three
As Marcus made his way to his desk Alesha was just about to ask another favour; Marcus just walked straight past her, his mind was elsewhere. He sat at his workstation without even taking off his coat; in his haste he completely ignored Max. Once logged in, Marcus went straight to his email and couldn’t believe Julia had responded, even though he was wishing there would be a reply. She was moving to England to stay with her sister, as Marcus scanned through her e-mail in which she detailed her love of all things erotic and a little bit dangerous, she sounded interesting and even better, she sounded interested in Marcus. At the end of the e-mail she asked him what he would do if they met on her arrival to England; she wanted a detailed description of how it would all happen.
“Oi... Are you daydreaming again?” chirped Max.
Marcus motioned for Max to come over to his station which he did, Marcus looked around furtively as if he were about to divulge state secrets to his colleague. He wore a naughty school boy grin.
“Have a look,” Marcus quipped. Max scanned through the e-mail, his eyes lighting up.
“Jheez...Let me guess...Craigslist right?”
“Yup”
“Look, she’s sent you a pic.” Max grabbed the transparent optical mouse and clicked the attached, which popped open to reveal three pictures of Julia, naked and posing suggestively, she truly was a beautiful woman.
“Whoa!” Marcus gasped and closed down the attachments before looking over his shoulder cautiously.
“She is hot, wow...”
Marcus felt this was starting to feel real now they had made contact. There was a heady mix of guilt and pleasure but it produced a feeling of euphoria within him that he had not felt for years. He felt alive.
“She looks perfect,” Marcus conceded. Max sat back at his desk and straight away started to instant message Marcus.
Maximillions00: you better hurry up and e-mail her back, strike while it’s hot matey!
MarcusB85: yea I know, it’s gotta be a good scenario though
Maximillions00: make it really hot, you can tell she gets off on that stuff...can I read it when finished
MarcusB85: fuck off; don’t want you yanking in public, lol
Maximillions00: send me the picture with her on the bed...
MarcusB85: whatever dude! L8rs
Marcus stared out of the large, floor to ceiling windows onto the river Thames; he swivelled in his chair, following the panoramic view of London’s skyline. He stopped at the Shard which was still being constructed, gigantic cranes moving steel beams into place, massive glass windows being slotted into frames, he was fascinated at the step by step way they had erected that masterpiece.
After drifting off for a while Marcus felt inspired, with a scenario clear in his head, he turned to his Mac and started to type away as though he were possessed.