Birdie

Her flirtatious laughter slashed the silence that clung in the air, it was quiet and delicate but useful. Our eyes met briefly, almond shaped, brown and deep, as instructed, she spoke “Like I was saying Mr-,” another gentle touch ,“Y’lang” . Y’lang pressed his strong hand as tightly around the small of her back as she’d allow and he was becoming pink and sweaty with excitement. She was a small, petit woman whom everyone called Birdie or ‘bird’s eye’ because of her addicting personality I suppose and omnipotent ability. In an instant her face was closer and she spoke softly again addressing him while his eyes locked onto her lips reading as she spoke, he was a hooked fish on a slow winding reel.

This was a very beautiful home, art work as old as two centuries hung prestigiously, “stay focused,” a sharp voice quickly hijacked my ear clearing out just as fast. I slipped on two pairs of gloves and started tapping the sides of the frames carefully. “LEFT, static, nothingness”. I made a sharp left and saw the statue from the photographs, small curled dick, King James was the key to our success, fingertips on the edges and out pops the key card, “It’s done. Static. 10-4. Static.” “Excellent. You are on! ‘Operation Mary’. Static. Nothing.”

Through the glass I could see what ‘Operation Mary’ was, the doe and the foolish hunter blinded by the sight of an all too pretty ambush. Y’lang plopped into the rolling chair, Birdie’s red nails guiding him gently, his pants and boxers bunched around the soles of his dress shoes. I wished I was him eagerly watching as his eyes rolled back with excitement mouth agape . The man was in such a trance, I almost slobbered on my blazer dumb founded, when abruptly like a sprinkler, milk, far shooting and dreamy erupted from her large breast and rained on Y’lang who celebrated with happiness sucking heartily. They were bazookas and she banged them together, around, and in the face of the luckiest bastard alive.

“FOCUS. Static.” I closed my mouth and shifted eyes to the screen.

The USB port lit the darkened hallway brightly, I glanced over at the distracted Y’Lang who whimpered with excitement.

“Ten minutes team. Static. 10-4” ‘Operation Happy Ending’ is underway. Green characters, PINS and Keys for crypto emerged, we screen shared and silently transferred life from filth into wealth, consequently Bailey took Y’lang for a ride .

“Three minutes remaining. Security take your position he is about to explode”.

I peeked over to see Y’lang’s small but strong hands gripping flesh eagerly, desperately trying to hold on to the voluptuous full moon of Bailey, her small frame jiggling and bouncing harder and faster, full circles, winding slowly then quickly, then faster and faster and-.

“One minute. Static.”

I walked softly to King James his innocent face grew none the wiser as I returned what I borrowed.

“IN POSITION. The voice spoke as I hurried outside of the office, my hands clasped softly at my sides awaiting Birdie. The door parted gently and the steamy contents spilled outside. Y’lang’s wet tongue danced and twirled in unison with hers and he spoke softly into her ear simultaneously hurling a leather handbag towards me.

“Driver.” I signaled the car, back doors opened. His doorman returned a large mink to Birdie and her small frame disappeared. Butter soft legs slipped inside seemingly in slow motion, I rode shot gun with my peripherals fixated on Birdie.

“Very impressive everyone” Malcolm spoke, clapping loudly, he managed to gain access to our next party’s camera system and security. ‘Operation Bird’s eye view’, he zoomed too closely, frantically scouring every face, too quickly to actually see anything.

“There!” keen eyes saw, “the safe is near the bedroom behind a picture” she barked strangling the red lipstick she painted her perfect pout with. I was mesmerized and Malcolm jabbed me, “focus”, he gestured, activating the privacy screen, “Two minutes Bailey” he called out to her.

“You just got out of training and cannot even keep your dick in your pants long enough to pay for dinner” He scowled at me, the salt and pepper beard made him look intimidating now, I gulped with embarrassment and swallowed hard.

“I-I just want to get to know her I am a ni-” he grabbed me careful not to wrinkle my shirt.

“ENOUGH!” Malcolm screamed in my face.

The screen retracted and once straight black hair was now a short blonde pixie. A loud thump and she’s gone.

“Where does she live?” I turned to face Malcolm immediately.

“Why?” he scoffed in second hand embarrassment. “Just do your job man seriously’.

He let me out around back and I was once again on security detail, tailored suits and beautiful women surrounded me.

“In position? ” Malcolm came in

“10-4” I responded. I couldn’t see my Bird but she was wise and cunning and most likely looking directly at me. She was a master and a prize. I wanted to win.

“10-4” There she was.

“They are ready for you,” I was accompanied by security to the bedroom, tiny hug, wallah handbag appears, USB, then my part, I went over it in my head. In the largest cage were a pair of the most beautiful legs, twins, and body, they reached out to me .

“FOCUS”, Malcolm barked, more with attitude than admiration.

I followed security into the bathroom where the beat to “Candy” by Cameo dropped.

“Get out of there in two minutes”

“Canddddy” I sung off key.

“Static. NO.” Malcolm came back.

The green words started up and danced , I thought of Birdie and her glory, a sight to behold.

“Fifty seconds” Malcolm chimed again.

Quick pop out, back in position and upon leaving it by the target, I caught a glimpse of the small frame suspended in the air, dear me.

Malcolm was breaking near the truck, I couldn’t see him until I got too close, he balked in a hushed but serious tone, “What do you need already?” he was clearly annoyed with me.

“Forgot my phone” I shuffled,

“Quickly” he huffed and continued his smoke. I frantically searched for my phone and once I got it I made a note to self. “GET BIRDIE’S ADDRESS” I set the reminder and jogged back toward the party. “Thanks” I put up one finger. Too easy.

Birdie was the last stop and she wore an all white feathered dress, amazing. Her hair resembled Josephine Baker’s, smoothed, shiny black, beautiful waves, her eyes were brown almonds again and interesting enough I don’t think she has ever looked at me.

The ride home was quiet at first, I needed heavy concentration to recall my steps for my drive tonight but I could tell Malcolm wanted to talk he was on a minute straight of continuous sighing.

“Well” The silence kicked the bucket, “how do you think your first day went?” he asked sarcastically but with an air of annoyance so I egged him on.

“I’m gonna end my first day head first in the warmest wettest..”

“Congratulations” he interrupted,

“Guess who” I smiled nonchalantly, “BI-” He smacked me this time, did not even let me finish her name.

“I’m not saying shit else about it” Malcolm turned the music up and gave me the gift of concentration back.

As soon as he pulled away I hopped into Betsy onto highway 95 toward the city. Bird’s city was only thirty minutes away but I challenged myself, twenty minutes top.

The gates seemed to open automatically after about two minutes of messing around or so, they were so intricately designed I touched them, small owls decorated each iron bar, many breeds, Great Horned, Great Grey, Barn owls this town was obsessed. I crept through slowly, miles of evergreens lined the streets, birds were everywhere, Owls watched my car, they followed me, every few miles the same white owl watched me closely. There was no fucking house, I started sweating, How did I miss my turn? I could have sworn Birdie stopped right near here, I got out immediately and started toward toward the street sign I remember seeing earlier. It read 35th Street but there was no house.

Malcolm vibrated my phone twice in a row before I answered it and as soon as I picked it up he yelled

“YOU GOTTA GET OUT OF THERE MAN” his voice was so rushed the sound waves jumbled the words in my brain. I started towards my car and immediately saw what he meant, I froze. Thousands of owls were perched above my car and the biggest atop the hood. It sat with brown eyes, almond shaped, a clean white dress of feathers and with a single “Go” the army of birds descended upon me. The razor sharp beaks and claws sliced into my flesh and muscle and tissue tearing every shred of fabric from my limp body. The Owls were decorated in red and loudly declared war their cries hissing like snakes, hooing, hooting and caws filled the cold night air. Those brown, deep, almond shaped eyes looked at me this time, directly at me then through me as the eye became a delicacy to a Great Horned owl, Birdie stood erect and disappeared into the night.