Mr. Brightside

DISCLAIMERS

This work is original. The only inspiration were my own fantasies, and a song by the band The Killers, called "Mr Brightside". The song is available in the album "Hot Fuss", and I do not intend any copyright infringement.

Also, this alludes to explicit sex, so if you are minor, this sort of thing is forbidden where you live, or if two women loving one another is not your cup of tea, please go read something else, there are several “clean” stories out there.

My usual walk home was unusually tumultuous. My mind not stopping it’s replaying of the many scenes you enjoy planting there.

                I’m coming out of my cage
                And I’ve been doing just fine
                Gotta gotta be down
                Because I want it all

I feel my feet hitting the pavement, I watch as the city passes before my eyes, but still, I can’t help but think of you. Still, I welcome it, the chance to remember before I forget. I can just see it all over again. I can see your face, and I can see hers. The tears fall down my eyes as I keep walking home.

                It started out with a kiss
                How did it end up like this?
                It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss

I still see your eyes as you watched her, the lust filling them up and then you kissed. The music at the club was deafening, and you two put on a show, yet all I could hear was my heart thumping in my ears. I couldn’t take my eyes off the two of you, but you didn’t know I was around. The world was yours, and no one else seemed to exist.

                Now I’m falling asleep
                And she’s calling a cab
                While he’s having a smoke
                And she’s taking a drag.

It was actually you who had the smoke. I watched your lips as you lit it up, and I felt my body react. The sight of you can’t help but turn me on. And I wasn’t the only one, your companion seemed to agree as she kissed you, clearly showing anyone who cared to watch that you belonged to her. The look on your eyes as she let go was feral. And I knew what that meant. You two left, and I was left alone.

                Now they’re going to bed
                And my stomach is sick
                And it’s all in my head
                But she’s touching his chest
                Now, he takes off her dress
                Now, letting me go

I shake my head, trying to dispel the images, but they keep coming back. You. Her. An hotel room.  You are touching her, she is touching you. I stumble and steady myself in a nearby wall. My mind isn’t stopping though. I keep seeing the two of you together, the looks of pleasure on your faces. And I hate her. And I want to be her.

                And I just can’t look – it’s killing me
                And taking control

I feel my body shake, the rage is overwhelming me. I see a bar in the distance, and I just walk in. A corner booth, a large whisky, and my mind. You two are still together, you are still letting yourself go, and she is still the object of your desire.

                Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
                Swimming through sick lullabies
                Choking on your alibis
                But it’s just the price I pay
                Destiny is calling me
                Open up my eager eyes
                ‘Cause I’m Mr Brightside

I chuckle as my mind changes the scene, the whisky burning my throat. You are back at the club. You are dancing and she’s kissing your neck. Her hands roam your body and my anger flares. I swallow it and keep watching you. You decide to take control and back her up against a wall. I can’t see what you two are doing, but her face tells me all I need to know. The ecstasy, the raw desire, that should be mine. I feel myself growl and order another whisky.

                I’m coming out of my cage
                And I’ve been doing just fine
                Gotta gotta be down
                Because I want it all

I want it all. It’s mine for the taking. I gulp the whisky and set the money on the table. I leave the bar, and the cold weather hits my face as I walk home.

                It started out with a kiss
                How did it end up like this?
                It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss

My mind pays me no heed, and keeps playing scenes of you with that woman. The club, the hotel, a car, a dark alley. The anger is going down, but the arousal is going up. Maybe it’s the whisky working, but I know I need to get this out of my system.

                Now I’m falling asleep
                And she’s calling a cab
                While he’s having a smoke
                And she’s taking a drag

I see your body, your glorious body.  She’s touching you again, but my mind only shows me your face. I know that look. I feel that growl coming up again, and I guess I must have scared some people in the subway, ‘cause now I am alone.

                Now they’re going to bed
                And my stomach is sick
                And it’s all in my head

I lean my head back, and close my eyes, willing my body to calm down, but nothing will work. My mind wants me to see it. I see how the woman works her hand inside your pants while you dance, I see the mischievous grin that tells me how much you enjoy it. Your hands reach for her, and I know that club is going to have a show.

                But she’s touching his chest
                Now, he takes off her dress
                Now, letting me go

I leave the train, my mind giving me a small break. I start the walk home again, walking off the whisky buzz. I want all my wits about me when I see you today. But my mind goes back to that club.

                ‘Cause I just can’t look – it’s killing me
                And taking control

You push against her hand, no one seems to have noticed what the two of you are doing. She grabs your hair as she bites your neck, branding you as hers, and the fire ignites in your eyes. I know what that fire means. You belong to no one but yourself.

                Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
                Turning through sick lullabies
                Choking on your alibis

You push her away from your body as you walk to the bathroom. She follows you and I feel myself moving too. You push her into a stall and close the door. The sounds she’s making fool no one, and I hate her again.

                But it’s just the price I pay

I’m standing at the door. I know you are somewhere on the other side. I swallow as I enter.

                Destiny is calling me

I open the door and listen to the sound of the TV. I head to the bedroom.


                Open up my eager eyes

My mind shows me as you exit the stall, a shit-eating grin coloring your features.

                ‘Cause I’m Mr Brightside

I undress and pick up your favorite outfit for me. You still don’t know I’m home.

                I never…

I swallow and watch as your companion exits the stall.

                I never…

I walk over to where you are. I have to see you.

                I never…

I take my first good look at your companion for the night, and all I see is myself.

                I never…

I smile as you look at me, the love in your eyes unmistakable. I stop in front of you, blocking your view of the TV. You swallow as you realize that I’m holding something in my hands. I kneel at your feet, wearing nothing but your ring.

“I’ve been a bad girl Mistress.”

 I hand you the whip and look down. Your hand lifts my chin and you smile as you whisper “I know.”